Chapter 63

We settled into a schedule. It seemed that I was always doing something - golf, tennis, some variant of work - but my days were always structured so that I had time to fuck at least twice. Most days, it was three or four times. It was usually two of the boys at a time, and three if the twins were involved.

My original fear had been that I could never keep up with the pace, but that proved not to be a problem. My recovery time quickly improved, as did my stamina. Plus, the size of my loads increased. Everybody's did which was fine by me. Ivan claimed that he'd found a safe, natural Viagra-like herb and had included it in his spice rack. I told him so long as it was legal, use it.

The articles he gave me about it were inconclusive, but my non-scientific experience was proof enough to me that the stuff worked. I was able to get it up as often as I wanted and I had no problems with control or shooting off when I wanted to.

The boys seemed more ready and willing too. Eight hot, fuckable, sex-fiend studs in my house, all claiming to want to bend over for me on a regular basis. Even my wet dreams weren't that good. I still wasn't sure this was my life and not some fever dream, but I was doing my best to enjoy every minute of it.

The best part was that I was getting exactly what I wanted. Varity. Yes, it was all sex, but I wasn't getting bored.

Juan was sweet, romantic, perfect when I just wanted a simple fuck. Yann was cross-dressing more often, but somehow stayed masculine no matter how girly he dressed. Sean confessed to a fetish for fucking in public places so he and I had been working our way around the city. Ivan just liked big; although, he still getting used to my fist. The Twins, we discovered, couldn't even get it up if they weren't together; together or not though, they were cum-whores. They did get earrings, small ones; Janos wore a '1' on the left side and Johan wore a '2' on the right. They also went with Ivan and all three got nut tattoos. The Twins got an angel on the appropriate side. Ivan got a double-headed eagle.

"So what is that?" I asked him.

He smiled. "It's the trademark for Russian Prince. Vodka."

Zane, I hadn't fucked yet, but I was planning to soon. He had been included in the sex schedule mostly so that I could watch him suffer. He was beginning to ask each time I called him if it was his turn. It was getting harder to say 'no' because he looked so utterly fuckable when he asked.

And, of course, there was Ian.

Ian was required to wear long pants and long-sleeve shirts with collars while the rest of the boys were wearing mostly skin. Every time he broke a household rule, he got sent to his room. Poor guy was miserable. But he turned out to be a pretty good cameraman and a lot of help getting the areas of the house I wanted wired finished.

I saved the camera in his room for last.

There was now a wall of monitors in my suite. Full color that I could watch from the hot tub. I had another monitor in the bedroom that allowed me to see everything split screen. We left the West side of the house untouched for guests. The public areas and the East wing, however, had almost no privacy.

The day we installed Ian's camera, I intercom-ed Ivan. "Hey, is Cutie busy?"

"Not really."

"Good. Send him up here." I switched channels. "Hey Sean, we're taping everything, right?"

"The new cameras? Yeah. Nothing worth keeping yet except you."