Mystery Manor - Chapter 2

I'm excited to share this month's instalment of Mystery Manor. This time, we get to hear the rules of the weekend and our youngest guest, Zac, tests them almost immediately . . .

I hope you guys enjoy and please give this some love if you do!

Rules and Consequences

After what could only be described as the most uncomfortable car ride in the world, Zac Daniels followed the other five men, and the butler, through the double doors into a huge entrance hall with two curved staircases that climbed up to the first floor, one on either side of the high-ceilinged space.

“Through here please, gentlemen,” the butler called, standing next to another set of double doors that were open and lead into a spacious drawing room, filled with leather armchairs, a huge fireplace – that was mercifully dormant – and a number of small tables with lamps.

Zac had felt a knot of anxiety in his stomach ever since he’d opened the damn invitation, and he’d felt even worse when the suit and the silk boxers turned up. He was a bar manager at one of London’s most exclusive hotels and he never wore a suit. The trousers were so tight that they dug into his hips, and the silk boxers seemed to slide between his cheeks with every movement.

The car ride had been another wave of anxiety, particularly when the car had stopped to pick up a guy in his thirties who’d politely introduced himself as Hugh, before saying nothing for the rest of the journey.

“Please take a seat,” the butler asked politely as he picked up a tray of drinks and started handing them out as he moved around the room.

Zac bit his lip. The butler was hot! He’d have guessed the guy was in his thirties but couldn’t say exactly how old. He had dark hair, a strong jaw, a handsome face, and wore a black suit that hugged every muscle in his body, which seemed to be very much the theme of the event. As far as Zac could tell, every guy there was as hot as fuck and the tight suits they’d all been dressed in made him feel like he was in some sort of Men at Play special.

Even with the fireplace unlit, Zac felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he took a seat in one of the armchairs. He could feel how damp the shirt was under his arms, and he longed to get to his room so he could strip off the warm suit, not to mention the silk boxers that still teased his crack and his balls with every shift.

“Before we begin,” the handsome butler announced, standing in front of the fireplace. “One of our waiters, Ralph, will come round and take your keys and phones. As per the invitation, these will be stored for you until you leave on Monday.”

Zac noticed several of the guys looking worried or even angry about relinquishing their phones, but Zac didn’t care at all. He’d brought one of his burner phones with him, his real phone at home in his safe. He handed the phone and his key to Ralph when he came around and settled back into his seat, praying he’d get to go to his room and cool off for a while before whatever miserable dinner would be planned.

“When will our host be joining us?” a guy in his forties wearing a pink tie said.

The butler smiled. “Our host will be joining us later in the weekend. For now, it is my job to bring you up to speed on the rules of the house and to get you settled into your stay with us.”

Zac frowned. When he’d received the invitation and listened to the recorded blackmail message, he’d hoped to meet the bastard that held his future in his hands.

“What are these rules?” a guy a little older than Zac wearing a black tie asked.

The butler pulled an expensive looking piece of stationary from his pocket and unfolded it. “Allow me to read them to you, and please do pay close attention.”

Feeling intrigued, Zac a little more forward in his seat.

“Dear guests,” the butler began. “I look forward to meeting you in the course of this weekend, but for now, please allow my butler, Harrison, to explain the rules of the gala. You are all here for similar reasons. If you had delusions of being able to hide your secrets, you will be sorely disappointed. When Harrison has announced the rules, you will be shown to your rooms and before dinner, each of you will introduce yourselves. For now, you will only share your name, occupation and age, but rest assured that you will be getting your skeletons out of the closet in the days to come.”

Every man in the room shifted uncomfortably.

Zac’s blackmail message had been clear. They knew that he’d been using the hotel bar as a front for his prostitution and drug ring and they had enough evidence to not only shut it down but to put him in prison for life. He had no wish for anyone else to discover that little secret, even though he was convinced that he’d seen one of the guys using his secret firm’s services before.

“Now to the rules. You have all been provided with a fully stocked wardrobe for the weekend and you will only wear what you’ve been instructed to wear at any given time. If you do not follow these instructions, or any of the others, you will be asked to leave, and I’m sure I don’t need to remind you what that means.”

Zac looked down at the tight suit and sighed, praying that he would get something a little more comfortable to wear for the rest of the weekend.

“The gala weekend has a fully packed schedule of activities, and you will be expected to fully participate in every activity. Failure to do so will result in your being asked to leave us.”

“What sort of activities?” pink tie asked before Zac had a chance.

“All will be revealed in good time, sir,” Harrison said with a smile before returning to the paper. “During your stay at Vasquez Manor, you are forbidden from masturbation or ejaculation, unless directed and with granted permission. If you are unable to abide by this rule, you will also be asked to leave.”

Sighing, Zac looked down at his crotch where the silk boxers had given him a constant semi since he’d put them on. How the hell was he supposed to get through an entire weekend without busting a nut?

“Finally, you are not allowed to leave the grounds at any time during the gala weekend. Should you do so, you will not be allowed to return. These are the rules for the weekend. I trust you find them to be amicable, and I look forward to making your acquaintance in due course. I bid you a fun weekend.”

Harrison folded the piece of paper and carefully placed it back inside his jacket pocket. “Now you’ve had the rules from our host, a quick word from myself. The house has a built-in speaker system, and this will be used to announce meals and activities. I wanted to warn you so that you aren’t surprised when you hear voices coming from nowhere. Before I show you to your rooms, are there any questions?”

Black tie put his hand in the air. “What did he mean about us masturbating on instruction? I don’t remember signing up to having my dick controlled.”

Harrison smiled. “I think your attendance here means that every aspect of your body is up for control. I would suggest you get comfortable with the idea before . . . well, quickly.”

Black tie looked stunned but stayed quiet. Zac felt a little sick. What the hell was going to happen at this weekend?

A guy in his late thirties with floppy hair, dangerous eyes and a lavender tie raised his hand. “This all sounds wonderful, but how do we know what we’re supposed to be wearing and when?”

“You will always have instructions on your dressing table, but to avoid any confusion, myself or one of the other staff will ensure your clothing is laid out on the bed for you. Any other questions?”

Zac’s mind was blown, and he was so desperate to get out of the suit that was starting to feel like a prison that he just shook his head.

“Very well, let me lead to your rooms. You will have thirty minutes to get acquainted with your rooms and change for the activity before dinner.”

Most of the men in the room seemed to have been stunned into silence as Harrison moved towards the doors. None of them moved except Zac who jumped to his feet and followed Harrison back into the entrance hall.

“I’ll show you to your room first,” Harrison said as he led Zac up the right-hand staircase and down a wide corridor lined with doors.

“This place is huge,” Zac said, wanting to say something but unable to come up with anything of interest.

Harrison chuckled. “Yes, Mr Daniels, it is a large property. You will be in the Chicago suite.”

Harrison stopped at a door which he opened without a key.

“Uh, is there no key or lock?”

“Not in this house, Mr Daniels. You’ll find instructions on your dressing table for your next outfit, and I’ll see you back downstairs in thirty minutes. You’ll be given a five-minute warning.”

Before Zac could ask any other questions, Harrison disappeared off down the corridor.

The Chicago suite was neutrally decorated but beautiful. The bed was a king-size four poster in oak, there was a chaise, a roll top desk and a widescreen tv hung on the wall. There were several plants, a small sofa and a huge painting of the Chicago skyline on one wall. Double glass doors led out to a balcony; one door led to a walk in dressing room and another door led to a huge ensuite bathroom complete with an enormous jacuzzi bath.

Zac closed the main door after exploring his suite and immediately removed his jacket. He’d had one thought as he climbed the stairs behind Harrison. He’d follow the rules for the weekend, but before it got properly started, he needed to blow his load. There was no way he could wait until Monday after having the silk boxers teasing him for the last few hours.

After unknotting the tie and yanking it free, Zac took off the waistcoat and unbuttoned and removed his shirt. He toed off the polished shoes and went straight for the button on the trousers. Sighing with relief as he unzipped them, he pushed them to his ankles, leaving him stood in just the sheer socks and the silk boxers, black with a pattern of tiny handcuffs with the word “PIMP” emblazoned on the arse.

Without the tight suit trousers, Zac’s dick inflated to a full erection in a matter of seconds, and he couldn’t resist wrapping his hand around it through the silk.

“Ah fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his hand stroking along his length without him even really thinking about it.

Zac knew it was against the rules, but like anyone would even know! He’d just jerk off, blow his load and then he’d be good for a few days, and he could get through the rest of the weekend. Sitting at the end of the bed, Zac sat with his muscular thighs spread, his chiselled stomach glistening in the light from the sheen of sweat that still coated his body.

“Oh yeah, come on,” he growled, gripping his cock harder and fucking his hand, the silk gliding along his length and teasing his head as he got closer and closer to a climax.

Zac had always had a thing for cumming inside his undies, and he couldn’t resist blowing his load inside the silk boxers that had teased him for hours. He rationalised that they’d just be thrown out or washed. No one would notice so fuck it.

“Ah fuck, so close, so fucking close.”

Zac’s legs tensed as his balls contracted, his cock getting harder in his palm. He hadn’t cum for days and he was so desperate and so close, his breathing ragged as he panted and moaned and whispered how fucking good it felt.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he moaned, a little louder than he intended, as he unloaded inside the silk boxers, the material immediately sticking to his thigh as his cock erupted. He fell back against the mattress as he leaked every drop from his balls, moaning through every squeeze of his oversensitive dick.

“Fuck, that was . . . fuck!”

Unable to move for a moment, Zac just lay on the bed, the silk boxers soaked and sticky.

It was at that moment that the speaker crackled from the corner of the room.

“It appears one of you has broken the rules already. Please change into your next outfit and report to the entrance hall in five minutes. First offences will be punished in a group setting. I hadn’t anticipated this happening so quickly, but better to show you what you’re dealing with. Five minutes, gentlemen.”

Zac sat bolt upright, his face stricken. How could he have been so stupid not to think that they’d have fucking cameras? Of course, they knew what he’d done, and now everyone else would too. Fuck!

Rushing into the dressing room, Zac grabbed the paper from the dressing table.

“Please continue to wear your socks and silk boxer shorts. You will find a silk robe in your wardrobe. This should be worn over the top of your underwear and that will be your outfit for the first activity.”

Zac couldn’t believe his luck. Not only was he getting punished, but he had to go downstairs still wearing the silk boxer shorts that were clinging damply to his thighs and his spent cock. He could smell the thick masculine scent of cum and was sure everyone else would.

This weekend was not starting the way he expected . . .