An Incredible Man
Part 2
After the police interview, Marcel, drove to his home, a luxurious apartment, where he bathed and dressed in fresh clothes before opening a bottle of his favourite wine and taking a glass through to his lounge to sit and think.
His first gay encounter. How did he really feel about it? He had complied with his abductors instructions on the principal that he wanted a damage limitation scenario. The last thing he needed was to be marked or incapacitated in some way. The result had been amazingly erotic and sensual. Being at the mercy of his abductor had been a huge turn on and the man's ability to stimulate him had been amazing. Even being penetrated by another man's penis had been incredible. He should have hated it but it had produced wonderful feelings resulting in one of the most intense orgasms of his life. He sniggered, the blowjob had been quite amazing as well.
This train of thought was ridiculous, he was a heterosexual man who had bedded at least a hundred women. Yes, but had any of them ever given him orgasms like the masked man? No, not even close. Oh God, was he a closet homosexual? The train of thought was too worrying to continue. Another change of clothes and he was off to a club. He would pick up a fawning woman who he would make love to, to prove to himself that he was still 'normal'.
After circulating for a while it became difficult to make a choice. There were three girls there that were almost throwing themselves at him. He eventually chose a very athletic looking brunette to chat up. She was an athlete and came across as quite dominant. He thought it might be quite interesting to see how she made love.
Dominant she was and eerily went through a similar routine to his abductor, starting with a blowjob and then fucking herself on his penis while he still lay flat on the bed. He managed the two obligatory orgasms but realised both were only shadows of his gay ones. Now he was worried. Was his abductor terribly special, or was the gay sex just the best kind to have? Only one way to find out, he would try gay sex with a pick up.
After his next modelling session, Marcel remained in the city and visited a gay club. There were plenty of stunning single men there and Marcel wasted no time in chatting up the one he thought the most handsome. He booked them into a short stay hotel making it clear he just wanted a sex session. The end result was some pretty amazing sex which made Marcel more depressed instead of happier. This session had been much better than the girl, but he realised, not nearly as mind bending as it was with his masked abductor.
For the next several weeks Marcel went out to his photo shoots and to do his food shopping, but that was all. He wanted to go to another gay bar or club to find a partner for sex. If he was outed by one of these pickups he realised it could have serious consequences for his career. Would his present clients be interested if their top model was gay? The answer of course was yes, most of the top male models were gay, but Marcel wasn't aware of that at this time.
The loneliness eventually got to him and he drove into the city to explore the gay night life. The club he went to on the recommendation of a barman in the bar he started in was very up market. A steep entrance fee kept out the riff raff and ensured only high class individuals were available.
Almost the first person Marcel noticed when he walked in was a stunningly good looking guy that he thought he recognised. There was just something about him that was familiar. He moved closer so that he could watch him. After a while he moved closer still to hear him talk. That almost freaked him out. He was sure now that this was his abductor. No, that was a ridiculous thought, this man was with an equally stunning young man who was almost to die for.
Brewster turned round when someone, in passing, nudged him. His eyes met those of Marcel in doing so and both men almost stopped breathing. Brewster got it together again very quickly, turned and said something to his companion before turning back and walking towards Marcel. Puting on an incredible smile Brewster spoke to his idol.
"Hello, I know we haven't met before, but aren't you Marcel Esteban, the international model?"
Marcel was almost giddy with shock. He was even surer this was his abductor.
"Yes, I am, and you are?"
Brewster put his hand out.
"I'm Brewster Southgate and a totally besotted fan of yours."
He was laughing as he spoke, not wanting Marcel to think he was fawning over him.
Marcel bowed slightly and replied, "Thank you kind Sir."
"I had no idea you were gay, I have only ever seen you with beautiful women on your arm."
"Until a few weeks ago I had no idea I was either," then, biting the bullet, convinced he was right about Brewster he continued, "I was abducted by a fan and indoctrinated into gay sex. It was totally amazing, but then you would know all about that wouldn't you Brewster? When I had time to explore further I realised that gay sex was so much more fulfilling than straight sex, but I am still looking for a partner who can take me off to outer space the way you did my first time."
Brewster wasn't about to deny it when Marcel sounded so convinced.
"I would be more than delighted to repeat the experience, but I promise this time, no bondage and I will consider it an honour if you would like to reverse roles sometime as well."
Both young men started to grin at the same time.
"I ought to be very upset Brewster, that was quite wicked of you."
Brewster had the good grace to blush and look ashamed.
"I know Marcel, but the things I said to you then were true, are true, and I `m sure will always be true. You are without doubt, in my eyes, the most stunning man on this planet. My dressing room is full of all the clothes and smellies that you advertise. I must be one of the biggest individual buyers of 2xist underwear. All of my bed partners leave with packs of them after a night with me."
Both men were giggling now, the conversation was getting silly.
"Please, let me refresh your drink, tell my cousin I'm going to be occupied for the remainder of the evening, and then I'll be back."
Marcel was feeling wicked now.
"What makes you think I will want your company for the remainder of the evening?"
Brewster looked hard to make sure Marcel was joking and then replied.
"Oh, that doesn't matter, I can always abduct you again."
Marcel's guffaw turned many heads it was so loud and Brewster almost bounced up to his cousin and the bar.
Back with his Idol, Brewster got serious.
"You will join me for the night Marcel, won't you?"
"Mmm, I think I might, just to see if you are as good as I remember."
"I promise I will be even better. I won't be restricted by all the bonds like I was last time. Will you come back to my house?"
Marcel was so curious to see if the remainder of the house measured up to the master bedroom, so of course he said yes. Driving up to the house in Brewster's Lamborghini, Marcel was almost dumbstruck. The house was huge, the grounds appeared to go on forever and were beautifully landscaped, what he could see of them in the dark. Inside was the epitome of understated chic. They walked straight through to a sumptuous lounge, bigger even than the master suite that Marcel had been in before. When offered a drink, he was amazed to be given a glass of his favourite wine.
"How did you know Brewster?"
Brewster grinned.
"There is very little about you that I don't know, Marcel. I told you I was your biggest fan, and like any groupie I sucked up information about you like a vacuum. I'm quite serious, I would have gone mad if I hadn't been able to make love to you."
Marcel was flattered, but thought this situation was crazy. Brewster was patently fabulously wealthy, he could buy any man he wanted he was sure. Well almost any man. He couldn't have bought Marcel at any price for gay sex, but now that he had experienced it he would indulge again enthusiastically.
After the drink and a little more small talk, Brewster suggested they retire to the bedroom. Brewster stripped Marcel after giving him several intense kisses, allowed Marcel to do the same to him and then they went through to the bathroom. That took Marcel's breath away as well, huge, opulent and modern summed it up. The shower was amazing with multiple heads. It felt like he was in a vertical Jacuzzi. The only thing he wasn't keen on was the double enema that Brewster gave him, followed by the same to himself.
"You were given two of those before you regained consciousness when I abducted you Marcel. I wanted everything to be perfect, as I do this time. So, we now know that we are totally clean whatever we decide to do."
It was a bit clinical but Marcel thought he would now be less likely to balk at anything Brewster did, or he chose to do as well.
Once on the bed, Brewster took charge and made love to Marcel like he did last time. Well, maybe even better because Marcel enjoyed playing with Brewster's perfect penis as well. When they had calmed down from Brewster making love to Marcel, he wanted to go again, reversing roles.
"Oh God, yes Marcel, I can almost orgasm just thinking about your penis roaming around inside me."
The reality was almost that. Marcel had actually fully penetrated Brewster before he sprayed his chest with his first orgasm. Marcel must have been a natural because before he orgasmed, Brewster had done so several times. Both young men were so wasted that they fell asleep in each other's arms without even cleaning up. When Brewster woke later he turned his nose up, firstly at the smell of stale sex and then at the sticky and disgusting mess between the two of them, and at their back passages. There was so much dried cum over their bodies and over the beautiful satin sheets that Brewster wondered if there was any left in their ball sacs. He sniggered at that waking Marcel.
"I think we need to shower Lover, we're disgusting. Then we'll find another bed to sleep in, this one is revolting."
Marcel agreed when he had fully woken and smelt the same as Brewster. They were like a couple of school boys, giggling and playing grab ass as they went to shower again. Some very passionate kissing had them proving Brewster wrong, both of them having an orgasm as they washed each other.
The guest bedroom Brewster took them to was almost as opulent as the master bedroom, not that Marcel was that interested in his surroundings. He just wanted to curl up with this extraordinary man and recharge his batteries. He was so pleased he didn't have a shoot to worry about in the morning. Waking up spooned into Brewster had Marcel thinking. He had thoroughly enjoyed his first experience as a top, but the reality was that he loved being dominated by Brewster who was patently a very experienced, considerate and gentle lover. Waking up like this was heaven as well, he could feel Brewster's strong arms engulfing him and he felt safe and loved. Ridiculous, he always felt safe, but it was the feeling of being loved that made him so contented at this moment in time.
Brewster stirred and his first thought was Marcel. He kissed the neck of the man spooned into him and whispered. "You are amazing Lover."
Marcel rolled over and kissed Brewster on the lips before replying.
"So are you, can we do that all again, just to make sure it wasn't a dream?"
"Mmm, as often as you like. Shall we shower and breakfast first. That will give my man time to change the bed in my bedroom and then we can spend the whole day in there making love if you want to."
That sounded like a solution, so they did. Well, half the day. Both young men were firing blanks by lunch time and were so ravenously hungry that they showered again and wandered down to the kitchen to see what was available.
Cook rustled up a substantial cold lunch for them which they decided to eat at the breakfast bar. Looking across at each other Brewster was the first to speak.
"Before I had made love to you, I think most of my feelings were purely lustful. There is certainly plenty of that still, but now there is more. I want you to stay with me Marcel. I know I want to get to know the real you, not just the most incredible bed partner I have ever had, but all of you."
Marcel thought about his feelings when he first awoke and said very quietly, "I want the same Brewster, but I don't want to get hurt by the feelings I have for you."
Brewster couldn't believe what he read into that.
"I promise there is no way I will ever hurt you. I think I'm falling in love with you. That scares me a little because I don't want to be hurt either."
Marcel couldn't believe he was hearing this either. He still knew virtually nothing about Brewster but he knew he wanted to stay here and find out.
"I have no shoots booked for the next few days. If you drive me home I can pick up my car and some clothes and come back here with you."
"I can make sure I have nothing to do for the rest of my life except make love to you and pamper you, so let's do it."
Brewster was grinning like a Cheshire Cat and Marcel wondered what he was getting into. Was Brewster just a rich dilettante who would grow tired of him and ditch him after he had his fun? Oh what the hell, the ride would be interesting. He would just have to psyche himself to believing this was a short term thing and close the love section of his mind if he could.
Ha, some chance. Three months just seemed to disappear in Marcel's life as he became an integral part of Brewster's. His apartment was being looked after by the caretaker and all his current needs had been transferred to Brewster's house. The dressing room had been split in two for content and both young men had their own section. Any excess clothes went into the dressing room in the second suite.
Marcel had learnt a lot about Brewster's situation as well during that time. In a nutshell, he was the son of an international banker who had died a couple of years ago leaving his son a vast fortune. His mother had been taken care of and Brewster saw her quite frequently under normal conditions. He had yet to meet her because she was on an extended honeymoon with a new husband.
"The man is a complete charlatan, Marcel, but mother loves him so I step back and just stand by to pick up the pieces. He will get an awful shock when it happens because he won't be able to get his hands on one cent of mother's money."
Brewster sniggered and explained to Marcel how every cent of his and his mother's money was protected by trust funds.
"I can spend what I like but I actually own nothing, everything you see belongs to my trust, even the clothes on my back."
Both men were grinning at the cleverness of Brewster's father.
"Mmm, I think I could handle a trust like that."
"You know, with the money you earn as a top model, you ought to invest for your future as well. Of course I hope your future will be with me in which case you won't need it, but you might grow tired of me and need money again when you move on."
"Yes, and you might grow tired of me."
Brewster laughed outright.
"Yes I suppose that is possible if I live a million years. Seriously Marcel. I am chairman of mine and my mother's trust fund, I am responsible for all the investment so I could start a separate portfolio for you. It would be totally transparent and being a trust fund there would be considerable tax advantages.''
Marcel was more than a little impressed when he realised that Brewster had been a city investment broker until his father died and now invested the family money.
The fund was set up and Marcel was impressed when every month he received a detailed statement showing money in, shares purchased and the value of his portfolio.
"When I had client accounts I used to do that for them every three months, but for you I'm doing it every month until you are completely happy and then I'll resort to my old practices."
"I trust you completely Brewster so I don't mind if you only do this once a year."
That was how it happened. After the first year Marcel let his apartment on a long lease to another model, obtaining another chunk of money every month for his investments. He spent very little socially because he was always with Brewster who always picked up the tab. He never bought clothes or male cosmetics because his clients supplied him with them all. He did pay for his own car which he renewed every year.
The two men celebrated their tenth anniversary by Marcel giving up modelling and the two of them took off for an extended world cruise.
Their intention, when they returned from that was to find a business that they could set up and run jointly. Neither man wanted to sit around and do nothing.
The start of their lives together had been a little unusual, ok, massively unusual, but the love they now had for each other apparently just kept growing. Two such gorgeous and wealthy men might have been expected to play the field but after ten years neither of them had, and neither of them even considered it.
"I will love you forever", looked like being true on both their parts.
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That's the end. I have another story ready to go, but this new one is very raunchy.