Mirrors on the ceiling. Pink champagne on ice.
We are all just prisoners here of our own device.
Hotel Part IV Envy
It had been a colossal fuck up. That’s how Patrick McIntosh had explained it to his two groomsmen. The Best Western was over booked and the wedding party was short exactly one room. And since Chet Brenner and Seamus O’Brien were the only single guys in the wedding party, Patrick asked them if they wouldn’t mind staying across town at this little boutique hotel that just happened to have a single room available.
“It will be like that time we had to share a room on spring break,” Chet said enthusiastically.
Perhaps it was a sense of Irish Catholic guilt, but something was nagging Seamus about the whole mess.
Chet’s enthusiasm didn’t wane when he saw the room that Patrick had put them up in.
“Dude, this is posh,” he said jumping on the one bed. He pulled the soft down cover around him. “Definite upgrade from the Best Western.”
“This just doesn’t feel right,” Seamus said, shutting the door and storing his roll-on in the tiny closet for the room door.
“You worry too much. Nothing wrong about these sheets, dude. This is 800 thread count. My ex-girlfriend had sheets like these.”
“Do you smell that,” Seamus asked, loosening the black tie of his tux.
“Yeah, that’s the smell of a clean hotel. Not a Best Western,” Chet said with a laugh.
“Naw. It’s kind of woodsy and sort of musky. I’m going to call down to the front desk.”
“Duuuuude. Take this as the gift that it is and relax.”
But it was too late, Seamus had already run the front desk.
“So, what did they say,” Chet asked.
“They’re sending someone down. He suggested turning on the air for now.” Seamus walked over to the unit by the window and turned it on. Cool air began to blow through the room.
The air didn’t seem to impact the smell at all. If anything, it seemed to make it worse. Seamus sat in the chair by the window, still wearing a concerned look.
“I think he knows,” Seamus said.
“Who?”
“Patrick. I think he knows I banged his fiancee,” Seamus said.
“Don’t be stupid. If he knew, would he invite you to stand in his wedding? Besides, the dude has everything. Great life, great job, smoking hot babe. You need to get over it.”
“You’re probably right.”
“Besides,” Chet said leaning in. “It’s not like you’re the only one who banged her.”
“You?”
“I hit that shit hard. Bam! No regrets, baby. No regrets. It ain’t coveting thy neighbor’s wife if he hasn’t put a ring on it. Am I right?”
“Grow up, Chet,” Seamus said, getting up to answer the knock at the door.
He opened the door.
“Maintenance. I’m Alexander. You called about a smell,” the man in the blue t-shirt said.
“Come on in,” Seamus said, closing the door behind him and returning to his chair.
The maintenance guy did a cursory look at the air conditioning unit.
“I don’t see anything wrong with the unit,” Alex said.
“You can’t smell that,” Seamus asked?
“It does smell a little funky in here,” Chet added.
“Really? I think it smells just fine. Take a deep breath in.”
Alex watched as Chet followed his orders. Since he had been sitting on the bed which Alex had soaked with his mind-numbing pheromones, he went down easy. Alex grew a boner when he saw Chet’s eyes glaze over.
“S-S-smells just fine,” Chet said.
“Are you both fucking nuts? It seems to have gotten worse since you came in here,” Seamus said, attempting to get up.
Alex quickly removed his shirt and shoved it in Seamus’ face as he forced him back down into the chair.
“That’s it. Just breath it in. Let your mind go blank.”
Seamus struggled to breath and tried in vain to remove the shirt covering his mouth and nose. The pungent, slightly sweet, but musky smell was making it hard to thinking. Making it hard to…making him hard.
Alex pulled the shirt away to admire his work.
“Now, boys. I want you to listen very carefully to me. You can do that, can’t you? Just keeping breathing in and out, in and out. Let your mind go numb. The smell is so intoxicating. You don’t mind it at all any more, do you.”
“Noooo,” Seamus and Chet said in unison.
“Good boys. Just keep breathing in and let yourself go. Completely submit. It feels so good to obey.”
Alex watched with smug satisfaction as the two straight boys fell under his spell. Both were showing hard ons. He continued with his conquest to break them.
“All those years chasing all that tail. Trying to one up each other. So envious of anyone else’s happiness because you both couldn’t find happiness of your own. I can help you reach that state of blissful happiness that has eluded you. You can feel yourself succumb to my intoxicating scent. You just want to listen to my words. Obey my words. Become so mindless. So obedient. So, so very happy.”
Alex heard the familiar PING sound that told him that Chet’s mind was completely his. Chet wore a goofy grin and had begun drooling. Seamus was still fighting for control, though.
“Your friend looks like he’s fighting being happy. You want to help him become happy just like you, don’t you boy?”
“Make Seamus happy,” Chet said.
Alex helped Seamus to his feet and walked him over to the bed. He put his shirt back over Seamus’ face. Seamus moaned.
“All the ladies said you were so good with your tongue, Chet. Show Seamus how good you are. Make him happy.”
Chet obediently opened Seamus’ pants and fished out his cock. An hour ago, Chet would have been repulsed by the thought of sucking his best friend’s dick. Now, he was grabbing Seamus’ ass to thrust his 9 inch cock all the way into the back of his throat.
The combination of Alex’s shirt being held on his face and Chet’s mouth on his cock brought Seamus over with a PING. His mind melted away as he came into his best friend’s mouth.
“I think you can do better than he did, Seamus. Go on. Make Chet envious of your oral skills.”
Seamus sucked Chet’s dick in one swift move, determined to show Chet that he possessed the better skills. He swirled his tongue down the shaft and over the sensitive tip, but Chet seemed to be willing himself not to enjoy it as much as Seamus had. There was another way he could prove his superior tongue action.
Seamus quickly flipped Chet on all fours in a move that both startled and turned Chet on. He pushed the twin globes of Chet’s ass apart and thrust his tongue deep into Chet’s chute. Chet shook with pleasure.
“Yeah, eat my boy pussy,” Chet encouraged.
Seamus’ tongue was driving Chet wild. He finally understood why chick’s like to have their boxes eaten out. But Chet’s tongue was only able to go so far and Chet had a deeper itch that needed to be scratched.
“Lie down on the bed,” he told Seamus.
He sat down on Seamus’ crotch rocket in one full swoop.
“Fuuuucccck,” Seamus said. Chet’s ass was tighter than any pussy he had ever fucked. He settled in and proceeded to give Chet the best fuck of both of their lives. He could think of nothing else other than dominating any bottom boys and fucking them into submission.
Seamus’ dick seemed to be hitting a magic button in his ass. Jolts of pleasure shot through Chet’s body with each and every thrust. He’d never want anything more than to be a slutty bottom boy.
He blasted his load on Seamus’ leg as he felt Seamus’ cock expand and shoot a load up his ass.
“Well done, boys. I think you’ve earned your uniforms,” Alex said. “Put them on. You’re never going to want to wear anything else. Just think at how jealous you’ll make the other boys.”
Both Chet and Seamus quickly stripped and put on the tighty whities.
Alex unzipped his jeans and fished out his cock and both mindless boys eagerly sank to their knees, determined to make the other green with envy.
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