Taken for a Ride - Sex Stories

Taken for a Ride

... think of saying. Both of them knew what Heinrich was offering.

"It's not a long walk from the house," Heinrich said.

"I can see that," David answered.

With that established, Heinrich drove back to the main drive and continued on to the villa. He honked the horn of the Bentley as he approached and three men emerged from the villa--first a footman who took David's suitcase and violin case from the boot of the Bentley and then two men of distinctly different sizes and demeanors.

The first, the man obviously in charge, was large, a walrus-size man dressed in something like a kaftan. He was tall and robust, florid of countenance, with full, blond mutton chops and somewhat coarse features, including a noticeably protruding jaw. He wasn't an ugly man, really, just one David would not normally have given a second look to as a sex partner--except that it was fairly obvious to David that this was the prince who was paying him well for what David could do for him for the next three days. David had gone with much older and uglier men for reward, though, so he was content.

David's supposition was supported when the man stepped forward and said, "You must be David Graves. You played the violin divinely in the concerts we attended. And you're such an enticing young man. I am Siegfried Hapsburg and my friend here is Egbert Vauban. He is a singer and we hope to make lovely music together for a few days."

Ah, Hapsburg, David thought. Of course.

The second man, who had ...

... been introduced as Egbert, was the direct opposite of Siegfried. He was young, small, and thin, dark and delicate looking, foxy in nervous movements. He obviously lived in the shadow of Hapsburg and acceded to the florid prince in everything. He looked up at David with hopeful, puppy-dog eyes, quick to wanting to please, but obviously waiting for and motivated by direction.

Egbert obviously was a submissive to Hapsburg's dominance.

David wasn't normally a top, but he did have some flexibility in that regard. If the next few days were going to be a sexual romp--and he assumed they would be, considering what he was being paid--he quite clearly understood that he'd be going under Siegfried, which was OK, but that he would be expected to cover Egbert--at Siegfried's voyeuristic direction.

That would be OK with David too. He'd maintained a loose flexibility during his catch-as-catch-can trip through Europe.

* * * *

The villa, an Italianate confection on the front and nearly all glass on the back, was set near the back end of the estate, close to the edge of the cliff descending to the Aizette River and overlooking the city. It was small for a prince's residence, David thought, but not really small. The center section was four commodious bedrooms, with en suite baths, set over four well- and expensively decorated living areas. An innocuous wing to the south housed a kitchen complex, with two servant rooms above and two down, with access to a basement under the villa ...