LeCroix 9: Dangerous Experiment

Philippe had just been renewed, and he was back outside a gay bar on Bourbon Street at 2 a.m. during Mardi Gras, not a bit out of place draped in his black silk cape, watching the entrance to the bar. He only had four days to pull this plan off. But if he did, he would be solving two problems. He was on entirely new territory, however; he had never tried anything like this in his entire 208 years. But he was getting desperate on both counts.

He stood there, watching the entrance to the bar. The plan needed to be set in motion tonight, if it had any chance of success. And then success came swiftly to him. A group of bikers swept up and parked their big cycles right in front of the door. They were a boisterous group, full of laughter and back pounding and dirty jokes. They loudly addressed each other by name, and Philippe singled out the one being called Chas for this brave experiment.

He was a mountain of a man. A blond Nordic God in his early twenties, decked out in black leather and cockiness, a cockiness that seemed justified by his physique; nearly six and a half feet tall, with broad shoulders, a deep chest, with deep cleavage, and narrow hips. He wore only a black leather vest on top and had on tight leather pants below that clung to powerful leg muscles and a big basket. He was heavily hirsute, but the hair was so light colored, that you'd almost have to run your hand over him to know it was there. Tattoos highlighted and accentuated various parts of his anatomy, and he had small rings in one ear, one nipple, and his navel.

On instinct, he turned and was caught in Philippe's glare while his friends were chaining up their bikes. Philippe used all of the power he had in his eyes to trap the young man, to mesmerize him with his violet eyes, and to hold him there. And his power was sufficient. As the young man's friends started to bustle into the gay bar, he turned and waved them away, telling them he'd be in, in a minute.

When they were gone, Philippe walked up to him and asked if he'd give Philippe a ride out to his plantation on that big bike of his. Chas said yes under the hold of Philippe's mesmerizing eyes. Philippe straddled the cycle behind Chas, his cape still drape around his body, his arms lightly encircling Chas's bare abdomen, and they roared off toward the banks of the Mississippi to the east of the city.

When they were outside the city limits, driving down the dark and deserted road, Philippe unfurled his cape and nuzzled into Chas's back. The blond giant almost fell off his bike, but he recovered quickly and throttled up to shorten the miles to the riverside. The man behind him was bare to the waist and was pressing a magnificent chest into his shoulder blades, and although Chas had seen that the man had been wearing black leather pants under the cape, those pants didn't cover his cock and balls. Chas could feel a big, thick cock of at least a foot in length snaking up the small of his back, and he could clearly feel balls the size of tennis balls. This was going to be a great night; he really got off on monster cocks, he himself being horse hung.

The man was already making love to him before they got to his plantation. He had his face buried in Chas's neck and was kissing and licking his throbbing artery there, driving him crazy. The man's long slender fingers were roaming around his chest and belly. It felt like he had long fingernails too, but the man was just dragging them around and teasing his flesh. He wasn't doing any harm. Then one hand came down and stroked his basket.

Chas was ready to explode when they entered the gates to the plantation and drove right up to in front of the steps leading up to the Greek Rival mansion. He knocked both kickstands down to hold the bike firmly in place. He then arched his back, threw an arm around the back of Philippe's neck and searched for Philippe's mouth with his.

"No, it wouldn't be wise to do that yet," Philippe said mysteriously, "First the cocks."

Sure thing, Chas thought. That cock is what I really want too. He flipped himself around on the seat of the bike so that he was facing Philippe and pushed the man down and away from him across the back of the bike with his big hand pressed on the magnificent chest. His other hand went straight for Philippe's cock.

Hot damn—at least twelve inches and not even hard yet! The most he'd ever taken was twelve inches. He couldn't wait to go for a record. Keeping one hand wrapped around that cock, he lowered his chest onto Philippe's, searching again for Philippe's mouth but dropping to his big and hard nipples when Philippe turned his head. He then just continued kissing and tonguing down that wonderfully developed body until he got to that cock. It was so big that he got it into his mouth with great difficulty, but he did manage to give the man good head, and the man was loving it like he rarely got it. And maybe he didn't. Most dudes would just faint away dead when encountering a cock like that.

Chas prepared himself for a gusher at the back of his throat as he felt Philippe preparing to explode, but he was surprised when Philippe pushed him off and down on his back stretching up to the handle bars when the crisis came. Philippe shot off on Chas's belly and chest and up to his chin in several spouts that were beyond anything Chas had seen before. And then Philippe immediately had his tongue running all over Chas's body, cleaning up every trace of that precious semen, not letting Chas have any, not knowing what would happen to Chas if he did get some. He stripped off Chas's pants then—he left the vest on and just worked under it as needed—and felt a little thrill when he saw that Chas was uncut and had a small gold ring pierced through the rim of his foreskin.

Philippe conducted a mouth and tongue and touching-but-not-tearing teeth tour of Chas's torso, paying particular attention to various tattoos and those intriguing ear, nipple, and navel rings. The tour arrived at mouth play on that foreskin and the tantalizing ring there and the swallowing and pumping of Chas's cock. He was gathering more strength and vital juices from his young lover, or who he was trying to maneuver into being his young lover and something more than a one-night fuck, slice, suck, and discard object. One problem Philippe was trying to solve with this ambitious plan of his was the development of a long-term companion. Someone he could come home to; someone who would accept him for what he was and who would—and could—share pleasure with him. And "could" might be the operable word. Philippe was in whole new territory here; he had no idea where the balance could be between Chas as a companion and Chas as a rejuvenating meal.

While Philippe had been sucking Chas off, he had let his long slender fingers and those ever-so-sharp nails glide along Chas's torso, stroking and kneading and scratching, but trying to be careful not to so much as to nick a thing.

"Fuck me. Fuck me," Chas was whispering. "Put that luscious cock in me and fuck me." He reached down for Philippe's cock and exclaimed with both admiration and fright, "Oh my God, it's grown. Oh, God, I want it to grow in me. Fuck me!"

"You fuck me first," Philippe said, as he rose up and then laid back, stretched to the end of the bike's fender.

Chas leaned forward and reached for Philippe's cock, but Philippe encased it with his own hand and pulled it up onto his belly. "No, I said for you to fuck me first. I'll handle this myself. You are to do as I say. It is very important that you let me lead. Your very life might depend on it. Suck my asshole and then fuck me."

Chas dutifully stripped the black leather pants off Philippe's legs and threw them aside. He held Philippe's wonderfully sculptured legs up and out and went for his asshole with his mouth. When he had Philippe prepared there, he slid along the seat with his hips and entered the other man. Bubbles of pleasure popped off in his head as he slid up Philippe's canal. Philippe also seemed to be enjoying being plowed by someone as big as Chas, especially the drag of the gold ring across his prostate and against the walls of his ass canal. Six inches in, it was like some suction cup dropped around the rim of Chas's tool and both pulled it farther in, a good nine or ten inches, and sucked and pumped it, causing him to ejaculate much sooner than he wanted, but producing far more cum than he usually did.

When his cock was released, and he had pulled out, Chas began to beg to be fucked again.

"Not now, Later maybe. But now you can kiss me."

Chas quite willingly allowed himself to be laid back against the handlebars again for Philippe to give him a deep, saliva exchanging kiss. Chas felt himself going slightly numb and loosing the capability in his limbs of receiving a coherent command from his brain. Philippe's kiss dropped to Chas's neck and, for an ever-short time, Philippe sank his teeth in and sucked. He didn't know where the tolerance levels were between enslavement and death, so he would take this slowly.

Despite his reasoning, Philippe had to fight hard with himself to pull away from Chas at that point, but he did so. He got off the cycle, picked up his pants, and put his hand out toward who he hoped was becoming his protégé.

"Come, Chas. I will show you to your room."

Without raising a question, Chas dreamily rose from the seat of the cycle and followed Philippe up the marble steps and into the old mansion.

On the next evening, after dark, Chas was dutifully waiting for Philippe, sitting on the end of his bed, completely nude. Philippe entered the room, also stark naked, and walked up to Chas. They exchanged deep looks, and Chas took Philippe's huge tool in his hands and mouth and made love to the cock and balls. Chas swirled his tongue and lips all over the bulbous knob of Philippe's cock and ran his tongue up and down the throbbing vein running down the underside of the rod, and then got his mouth around the head, with difficulty, and slowly churned the cock back and forth, swallowing as much of it as he could. Philippe was so lost in the pleasure of the expert blow job that he didn't disconnect before Chas had gotten a good taste of some of his precum. Electric flashes of light were popping off in Chas's head, and he could feel his muscles expanding, getting ever harder.