The Awakening of Matthew (V): the sexual banquet

The sun had set and the night air was cool as Matthew and Nico were led through the halls of the mansion. Their wrists were still tied, and the roughness of the guards had left red marks on their skin. They could hear the distant sounds of Juan's suffering, his muffled cries and pleas echoing through the hallways. It sent shivers down their spines and reminded them of the power the Great Master wielded over them.

As they approached the Great Master's chambers, the opulence of the room struck them like a wave. Rich velvet curtains surrounded a huge four-poster bed and a large fireplace crackled, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The guards pushed them inside and they saw Juan, naked and firmly tied to a large table, his muscular body exposed. He had his eyes closed and was breathing unevenly as he awaited what was to come.

The Great Master was seated in a high-backed chair, his eyes shining with perverse delight. "Gentlemen, your task is delicate. Juan will be our main course tonight, and it is your job to ensure that his appearance is delicious enough to eat." He paused, stroking his beard. "However, there is a limitation. You must use only your mouths to prepare him. Your hands will remain tied, testing your creativity and submission."

Matthew and Nico exchanged a glance, their hearts racing. This task would push them beyond their limits, forcing them to explore the depths of their desires. They knelt beside the table and stuck out their tongues to taste the paints and delicacies offered to them. The guards surrounded them, watching with hungry eyes as the two men began their work.

Matthew started at Juan's feet, running his tongue along the sole before nibbling on the sensitive skin of the ankle and sucking on his toes, one by one. Juan let out a low groan, his cock twitching as Matthew decorated his feet with swirls of crimson and gold paint. Nico moved up Juan's other leg, kissing and licking the firm muscle. He paused to gently bite the tender flesh of Juan's inner thigh, making him squirm against his restraints.

They continued their oral exploration, covering every inch of Juan's body with paint and saliva. Matthew sucked and nibbled on Juan's nipples, tugging on the piercing with his teeth, earning a sharp hiss of pleasure. Nico kissed and caressed the hollow of Juan's neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses down his chest. Their tongues danced and twirled, creating intricate designs on Juan's skin, turning him into a living erotic masterpiece.

As they worked, the guards watched with growing hunger. The sight of Juan, painted and prepared like a feast, was too tempting to resist. A guard stepped forward, unable to wait any longer. He ran a finger over Juan's hardening cock, smudging the paint that Matthew and Nico had applied so carefully. With a grunt, he wrapped his hand around the thick shaft and began to stroke it, never taking his eyes off Juan's face.

Juan threw his head back and opened his mouth in a silent scream as the guard pumped his cock. The paint on his body began to smear, mixing with the sheen of sweat covering his skin. Matthew and Nico continued their task, their tongues working feverishly as they savored the mix of paint and Juan's tangy pre-cum. They knew their own pleasure would come later; for now, they focused on pleasing the Great Master and the guards.

Another guard joined the first, pinching and twisting Juan's nipples while his companion worked his cock. Juan's body writhed, straining against his restraints as they teased and tortured him. The guards' hands roamed over his body, caressing the painted curves of his ass, sliding fingers into the cleft to taunt his hole. Juan breathed unevenly and had his eyes closed as he tried to hold back the orgasm.

The Great Master rose and approached to admire their work. "Excellent, gentlemen. You have turned Juan into a true masterpiece." He signaled to the guards, who stepped back immediately, their desire palpable. "Now, let us dine."

Matthew and Nico stood up, their bodies sore with need. They were so absorbed in their task that their cocks were hard as stones and dripping. When they positioned themselves next to Juan.

The guards brought the table, with Juan still tied to it, to the center of the room. They placed it in front of a crackling fire, whose light reflected off Juan's painted body. The Great Master sat at the head of the table and motioned for the others to sit.

The dinner began, but it was unlike any other. The guards delighted in Juan's body, caressing and touching him as they ate. They licked the paint off his skin, sucked it from his fingers and toes. Juan squirmed and moaned, his cock throbbing as their tongues and lips explored every inch of him.

Matthew and Nico, seated on either side of Juan, were not forgotten. The guards took turns stroking their cocks and twisting their nipples. They groaned, their bodies trembling with the effort to hold back their ejaculation. The Great Master served wine, offering it first to Juan, who licked it eagerly, the red liquid dripping down his chin and staining his chest.

As dinner reached its climax, the guards turned their attention to Juan's cock. They licked and sucked, taking turns swallowing its length down their throats. Juan's hips bucked wildly, his breathing turning into short, sharp gasps as he neared the edge. "Please... I'm so close...", he pleaded, his voice hoarse.

A guard looked at him, lips glistening with saliva. "Cum for us, Juan. Let us taste your sweet release." And with that, they both went to work, sucking and stroking until Juan cried out, his body arching off the table as he came. His cum shot into their expectant mouths, and they eagerly swallowed, moaning at the salty taste.

The guards returned to their seats, satiated and content. They had savored Juan as the main course and were now enjoying the sweetness of his cum as dessert. The Great Master smiled, clearly pleased with the events of the night. "Well done, gentlemen. You have all performed exceptionally well. Now, it is time for our guests to receive their reward."

Matthew and Nico, who had been lost in their own desires, paid attention again. The guards approached them, untying the bindings that held them to the chairs. Free once more, they fell into eager hands that guided them to the center of the room. The guards pressed them onto a soft fur rug in front of the fire, their bodies pressed together.

Hands and mouths explored their bodies, driving them crazy with need. They felt teeth scraping over sensitive nipples and fingers sinking into their eager holes. It was too much, and they screamed, their orgasms ripping through them simultaneously. Their cum splattered Juan's stomach, mixing with the paint and creating a mess of colors.

The guards laughed, delighted with the spectacle. The Great Master applauded, clearly pleased with the night's entertainment. "You may clean yourselves now, bitches. And remember, tomorrow you must face your destiny."

As the guards untied Juan and helped the three men to their feet, they knew that their submission to the Great Master was absolute. As they retired to rest, with their bodies sore and satisfied, they wondered what new pleasures and torments awaited them. In the exclusive mansion, the lines between pain and pleasure continued to blur, and their darkest desires burned brighter than ever.

And so, as they drifted off to sleep, the question remained: would they surrender or fully submit to the will of the Great Master? The answer would come in time, but for now, they could only anticipate the unknown pleasures that awaited them.