3. Matteo

3

MATTEO

T he music played softly in the background as Matteo lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip of his brandy. He let the drink roll over his tongue, enjoying its sweet taste before swallowing it down with only the slightest of burns.

Tonight was a night for reflection. Matteo had come to this hotel bar in search of peace and quiet. A little calm to settle his soul. With the soft lighting and the gentle music, he couldn't think of a calmer place to sit back, enjoy a drink, and just be himself.

There were no cameras rolling. No people to impress. No expectations to deliver upon. There was just him. His drink. And his thoughts.

Sometimes, he felt like his whole life had been one extravagant performance. From growing up in one of the richest families in Europe to keeping secret the true source of his family's wealth and power. Secrets upon secrets upon secrets.

However, there had been one person who he had been able to be himself around. One person who knew the ugly truth, yet still decided that they loved him. That, like all of the fantasies he sold, had ended up being a lie as well. A fabrication. A story told to convince a naive young man that he was worth loving.

Matteo took another sip of his brandy.

Never again.

He learned a tough lesson the hard way.

Now, his heart and his head were no longer speaking to one another. Both still whispered into the ear of his cock from time to time, but both head and heart refused to acknowledge the other's existence.

He took another sip.

Staring into his glass, Matteo thought about all that he had accomplished. From his work at the chateau to everything he had built with La Maison de M. But the one thing he was most proud of was the family he had created.

While Matteo employed many people at La Maison , there were a handful of guys whom he had really bonded with. These guys happened to be those whom he had saved or helped through difficult times. It's incredible the bond you develop when helping someone through a very difficult situation or traumatic time in their life.

The love and compassion that is shown is never forgotten.

It is because of this bond that several of his staff became more than just employees. In fact, several of them began looking at Matteo as a father figure—someone who they looked up to and admired. It was this small group of young men that Matteo had come to think of as his family.

Yes, he treated all his staff like family, but it was only these select few whom he ate breakfast with every morning and whom he had carved out a special place for in his heart. Of course, he would deny this preferential treatment if any of his other staff ever asked, but truth be told, Matteo saw these guys as family.

Taking another sip, he swirled the alcohol around in his glass and watched as the liquid stuck to the sides. Clinging to the surface, like Matteo clung to his sanity.

In all honesty, he loved what he had built at La Maison de M , but sometimes, he just needed to get away from all the noise and all the chaos. Have a little time to himself where he did not have to worry about whether his guests were having a good time, whether there was enough alcohol on site, or having to charm the pants off of wealthy, powerful men whose demands for service could sometimes border on lunacy.

Yes, every once in a while, Matteo liked to step away from the madness and just enjoy… himself. Have a nice drink, enjoy the stunning view, and occasionally get his dick sucked.

Was he being selfish? Ungrateful?

Perhaps.

But what good would he be to anyone if he was burnt out or had a nervous breakdown?

No. For his own mental health and sanity, these mini breaks were the perfect solution.

Matteo sat in his chair, staring out at the evening lights of downtown Paris. It was mid-November, and the evenings were becoming crisp and frigid. Thankfully, the hotel he was enjoying his drink at had fancy space heaters on its rooftop patio, which allowed patrons to enjoy the view without freezing their nuts off.

Paris was all about luxury and comfort and the wonderfully lit view.

"Mind if we join you?" a stunning young man asked, appearing out of nowhere. Next to him stood another young man, both in their mid-thirties, both dressed in button-down shirts and stylish dress pants to match.

Matteo smiled. "Please, join me," he responded, gesturing to the seats across from him and giving them both a warm smile.

"Thanks," the second one said, taking the seat across from Matteo while his friend took the seat next to him. "I'm Jamal, and this is my partner Luc."

"Matteo," he responded, reaching across the table and shaking Jamal's hand before turning and offering it to his partner. "Nice to meet you both."

"You as well," Luc responded. The man was cute in that tall, slender, I'll service you all night kind of way. He held on to Matteo's hand a little longer than was typical for someone you had just met.

Matteo glanced over at Jamal, who was grinning back at him, clearly offering up his partner as an appetizer.

"So, what brings you two gentlemen to Paris?" Matteo asked, pulling his hand free and being sure to make eye contact with both his new friends. When engaging in a three-way, it's always important to make sure that you give both parties equal attention. This helps to avoid one partner getting jealous or feeling left out.

"It's Luc's thirty-fifth birthday, and I thought we would celebrate with a trip to Paris. We're from Chicago," Jamal answered.

"Oh, happy birthday. Are you having a good time so far?" Matteo asked, turning back toward the birthday boy.

"I could be. Looking for someone to help my husband and me celebrate."

Judging by the hungry look in both their eyes, it was clear that they wanted Matteo to be the main course. A hot and sweaty threesome might be just the thing he needed to clear his mind and work out his kinks.

Like a starved lion, Matteo's eyes grazed over the potential meals being offered to him on a silver platter. Luc was the hopeful, blue-eyed gazelle, offering smooth white skin and luscious red lips, while Jamal—the protector of the gazelle— offered to share his treasure while promising a taste of his own gorgeous muscular body.

If Matteo accepted this offering, he would be committing to at least a few hours of depraved sexual activities.

His cock plumped up with anticipation and excitement.

"Oh, is that so?" Matteo asked, giving the two a devilish smirk. An evening with these two young bucks could be a lot of fun. It had been a while since he had two dicks at the same time. "It just so happens that I have a suite downstairs."

Both gentlemen returned his devilish smirk.

Jamal lifted his beer and downed the remainder in a single gulp. His husband brought his glass to the edge of his lips and playfully took the last of his sips.

It appeared that these boys were not new to the art of luring strange men back home to their beds.

Good. Matteo didn't like games, and who didn't enjoy twice the mouths and twice the hands playing with their bodies?

Standing, Jamal took his husband's hand, then gave it a quick kiss. "Shall we head down?"

Matteo swallowed the rest of his drink and followed the men back into the hotel.

Ten minutes later, they were back in Matteo's suite.

Matteo stood at the foot of the bed, watching as Luc undid Jamal's shirt, peeling it back, then dragging his tongue down his husband's dark skin.

Jamal was gorgeous. A six-foot-two, muscular Black man with that perfect V forming where his lower abs met his obliques. Matteo loved how they disappeared just below his trousers.

Fuck, that was hot .

If Jamal worked for Matteo, he could bring in a lot of money. He was athletic, charming, and exuded just the right amount of big dick energy to make any man obey his orders. Matteo was impressed.

Then there was Luc. He was tall and slender and wasn't afraid to go after what he wanted. In this relationship, it was Luc who called the shots. That sort of confidence was perfect for first-timers who joined the club. They needed someone to help guide them and ease them into how things worked at La Maison . First-timers were often too shy to ask a companion for a little one-on-one time. But having someone like Luc work the floor, bashful guests stood no chance.

Fuck, Matteo scolded himself in his mind. He was standing in his hotel room watching two sexy as fuck guys go at it, and what was he doing? Thinking of work. His cock should be ashamed.

Letting out a purr, Luc turned his attention to Matteo, who was still standing at the foot of the bed like an amateur. What was wrong with him?

"I think it's time for me to unwrap my gift," he moaned, crawling across the bed on all fours until his face was just inches from Matteo's hard cock.

"I think I'll help you with the packaging," Luc's husband added, hopping off the bed and walking around to Matteo.

Matteo ran his hand through Luc's silky blond hair and admired how the strands seemed to slip through his fingers. There was something seductive about how each strand seemed to wrap itself around his fingers before giving in and sliding through the open spaces.

Lowering his gaze, Matteo watched as Luc rubbed the palm of his hand along the length of Matteo's thickness. Playfully, Luc nibbled gently at the tip of Matteo's cock, before nuzzling his face against the remainder of his shaft. He was like a cat in heat, raising his ass in the air while rubbing his face all across Matteo's hard cock.

Fuck, the boy was good.

"Didn't your husband ever teach you not to play with your food?" Matteo asked, smirking down at the horny boy who was now eagerly unzipping Matteo's fly.

Hungry blue eyes stared up at him. His pupils were dilated with excitement and lust.

"What can I say? I'm a naughty boy."

"That you are," Matteo replied, tilting his head back as Jamal wrapped his arms around his chest and began unbuttoning his dress shirt.

Jamal's warm breath graced the side of Matteo's neck as he ran his rough hands over Matteo's exposed skin.

A moan escaped Matteo's lips.

Fuck, he was horny. It was such a turn-on having two guys want him at the same time. Knowing that a couple wished to share their bodies and their intimate moments with him had his dick as solid as a rock.

Kissing his neck, Jamal slid Matteo's shirt off his shoulders and let the material drop to the floor.

Fuck, he was in heaven. Two men worshipping his body.

"Mmm," he heard Luc moan as his pants joined his shirt on the floor at the foot of his bed. "Fuck, I love uncut cock."

Matteo smirked. It wasn't the first time he had heard that line. Next, he was probably going to comment on how big and fat it was.

Pulling his underwear down around Matteo's thighs, another moan escaped Luc. "Damn, talk about a choking hazard."

Matteo chuckled. There it was. While most men in Europe tended to be uncut, it was usually the Americans who seemed to obsess over a man's uncut cock. Some loved it, and some hated it. For those who claimed to hate uncut dick, Matteo truly believed it was because they could not figure out the mechanics of working over a man with a little extra skin over his member.

"Happy birthday, babe," Jamal whispered, gripping the base of Matteo's cock and feeding it between his husband's parted lips.

Fuck. Watching those delicious lips close around his swollen member, Matteo couldn't help but let out a moan.

Closing his eyes, he reached back and gripped Jamal's equally impressive cock. Talk about making Chicago proud. Matteo couldn't see the man's dick behind him, but he could feel the length and weight and girth of the man's assault weapon. No wonder Luc was always smiling. Getting rammed by that piece between Jamal's legs constantly would keep any man's prostate permanently stuck in pleasure mode.

Twenty-four seven orgasms. Not a bad way to go through life. Lucky man.

The sound of Luc slurping on Matteo's fat cock filled the room. It was both desperate and delicious. There was nothing sexier than a cock-hungry boy who couldn't get enough of sucking dick.

No matter what any man says, they can always tell whether the person sucking their dick is enjoying themselves or just going through the motions. And no man wants their dick blown by a drone.

Gripping the back of Luc's head, Matteo began working his meat down the young man's throat—tightening his grip as he started fucking into the man's face.

Hearing the boy gag and watching the soft tears gently slide down the boy's cheeks was empowering.

Guys will never admit this when asked, but they love when their partners show how much they love sucking or riding their cocks. Choosing to swallow a man's dick over breathing is one of the biggest compliments you can give a guy. Knowing that the person would rather choose death than stop enjoying their man's dick is the biggest ego booster a person can give their partner.

Missing his lips against Matteo's neck, Matteo watched as Jamal walked back around the bed, grabbed supplies from his trousers, and then positioned himself behind his husband once more.

From behind, Jamal lubed up his fingers, then began prepping his husband's ass.

Things were about to get wild.

Hand still guiding Luc's hungry mouth along his shaft, Matteo watched as Jamal lined up his condom-wrapped cock against his husband's hole, then proceeded to push forward. Luc let out a gasp the moment his husband breached that tight ring of muscle inside his ass.

"Fuck, that's hot," Matteo exhaled, driving his cock further down Luc's throat. Spit roasting a man with his own husband had a certain erotic kink to it that made Matteo's cock even harder. "Let me see how you pound your man's ass," Matteo ordered, meeting Jamal's heated chestnut eyes.

He wondered how often the two of them brought others into their bedroom. Was it only on special occasions, or was this the lifestyle that the two chose to live?

Jamal gave Matteo a mischievous grin—like two rebels sharing a secret only they were privy to. He tightened his grip on his husband's hips before thrusting forward with all the hateful mercy of an angry convict having just been released from prison.

Luc's mouth popped off as he took in a gasp. The look of pure pleasure and pain lit up the boy's face. It was like light and dark had somehow fused together.

Matteo chuckled, caressing the top of Luc's head, reassuring the birthday boy that he was doing so well… taking both his daddies' dicks and never once complaining.

"Be a good little boy, and let your man enjoy that tight little hole of yours. Once he's done using that ass of yours, then it's my turn."

"Fuck, yeah," Luc grunted, taking each thrust like the tough little champ that he was.

Such. A. Good. Boy.

As if feeding off the sexual energy of his husband, Jamal began his merciless assault on his husband's hole—slamming into him like a beast possessed.

Sweat dripped from their bodies as the smell of sex filled the room.

Matteo breathed in the air. Fuck, he loved that smell. Pleasure, pain, and sex all wrapped into one delicious fragrance.

Watching the two naked bodies before him, he had to admit that this was one of the hottest threesomes he had ever had the pleasure of participating in.

Smacking his husband's ass, Jamal let out a growl and pulled his cock out. "Now it's his turn."

Luc's eyes heated with the news that his hole was about to be assaulted by another thick dick.

Crawling further up on the bed, Luc leaned on his side and lifted his leg. "It's all yours," he announced, giving Matteo an eye full of his sexy, abused ass.

Letting out a growl of his own, Matteo climbed onto the bed and slid in behind the horny young man.

"Here, let me help," Jamal offered, opening a condom with his teeth before rolling it down Matteo's shaft.

What a gentleman , Matteo thought to himself.

Holding his dick out, Matteo watched as Jamal applied some lube.

"There you go. All ready," Jamal added, flicking the cap closed on the lube.

With one hand on Luc's shoulder, Matteo lined his cock up against the man's eager hole, then slowly entered his body.

Warmth and tightness surrounded Matteo's thick shaft. He wrapped his arm around Luc's thin frame and pulled the man firmly against his body. He loved the way the boy pushed his ass back onto Matteo's big uncut piece of meat, eagerly taking every last possible inch.

"Fuck that feels good," Luc moaned as he wrapped his arm across Matteo's and held him close.

Eyes closed, Matteo began to roll his hips, fucking deeper and deeper with each lengthy pump.

Oh!

Startled, Matteo's eyes shot open as he quickly glanced over his shoulder at the smiling wall of muscle currently lubing up Matteo's ass.

"Your ass is too perfect not to fuck. I'm sorry, but it's a crime against humanity not to have this gorgeous butt filled," Jamal worshiped as he continued to work open Matteo's ass.

Smooth. The guy was definitely a smooth talker.

Relaxing his hole, Matteo allowed the man to continue to play with his ass.

"Lucky for you, I enjoy both," Matteo quipped. He resumed fucking Jamal's husband while enjoying having his ass played with.

After a few minutes, Jamal was lining up his own cock and pushing forward into Matteo's waiting hole.

It had been a few months since Matteo last bottomed, but he welcomed the burning sting of a fully stretched-out hole.

Jesus. How does Luc take this dick on the regular? Matteo thought to himself, doing his best to relax and enjoy being filled by the girthy man behind him.

The three of them lay on their sides, Jamal fucking Matteo, Matteo fucking Luc, and Luc jerking his cock like the happiest man in the world.

Over the next two hours, they fucked long and hard, only stopping momentarily to order a bottle of champagne to enjoy while Luc gagged on both their cocks.

This was what he needed. A night of sinful pleasure with two hot men, away from all the chaos and dramatics waiting for him back at the chateau.

Matteo loved his family. He really did. But right now, he was enjoying having his balls drained just a tiny bit more.