Contract demands

Setting ajar  Leonel's room door, Mary, Leonel's housekeeper walked in, accompanied by the his maids, who's work it was to clean up his room. Setting apart the window's curtains, rays of sunlight pervaded the room, letting in also flushes of the cool mornings breeze.

Squinting his eyes to the harsh rays which flashed his way, Leonel awoke, placing his palms above his face, shading his eyes from the hurt he felt, from the burning sunlight, which radiated brightly upon him.

“Good morning sir” Mary greeted, standing before his bed, awaiting his highlight from where he slept.

Responding to Mary's greetings, Leonel twisted his neck, raising up himself with his elbow pressing onto the mattress,”return in few minutes” he ordered, striding towards the side of his bed, bringing his bare feet to the ground.

Awaiting there exit, Leonel sat straddling his with his hands, while the walked out, his elbow placed up his knees, as he watched them go away.

Recalling an informationshe had missed passing, Mary halted her steps, while others went away, turning to informe Leonel of his fathers presence and his eminent demand to have a word with him. Turning to the door, Mary left with Leonel gazing upon her as she left.

Leonel released the breath he held in, his morning wood vividly in sight as he stood, staggering to the weakness he felt upon his legs, he stumbled into his washroom, pulling lower his underpants, while yanking out his junk to relieved himself. Grunting as he relieved himself, Leonel felt pure freedom doing so, his mind grumbling at its remembrance of his fathers presence, and the lesser moments which were before the would meet once more. Straddling his cock back in, Leonel washed up his hands, Steeping out once he was done.

Reluctant towards meeting his father, Leonel sat upon his bed, sighing to the continous though of what seemed mandatory, his legs soon matching towards his bedside as he arose, he hands Streched forth picking up his robe off the ground. Flinging it upon himself, Leonel walked out covering his much exposed body, his legs descended the stairs, towards the lounge where his father sat.

“Greetings Mr Cario Fernando” Leonel said to his father, heaving a sigh of relief, while taking a seat right opposite him “Why does the mighty seek me?“ Leonel jeered, with words which could infuriated his dad.

Chuckling at his sons attempt to annoy him, Mr Fernando sort to restrain his annoyance, if his wishes were to be fulfilled, he had no hard time letting his son have this moment.

Mr Fernando, sitting up from his resting position, sat still on his arms for a moment, taking in a breath “ Just a breif word with my departing son, before he leaves ” Mr Fernando responded, killing off every hint of his anger, before he spoke.

Leonel sniggered, knowing fully well how annoyed his father presently was due to his words “not yet dieing Pa” Leonel said, with a smirk on his lips “but would accept your words though, as a well wisher ” he assured, his hands motioning for his morning coffee to be brought.

“jokes set aside” Leonels dad said, staring directly at his son, with a stern look on his face “ Leonel, my wishes shouldn't be unattended too” Mr Fernando warned, demanding its immediate place on motion, his words loudly stated, sinking deep into Leonel's ears, bearing the utmost seriousness.

“you could have called to pass your message” Leonel suggested, noting his displeasure on seeing his father “but never the less, I think I do understand your words” he assured, sipping off the content in the cup he bore, placing it down as his father stood.

“not quite the response I needed, but it should suffice for now”  Mr Fernando stated, while Leonel stood up the sofa, where he had been at.“ would then be on my way” Mr Fernando declared, adjusting the clothes he wore while walking to the door.

Walking out, Leonel followed behind his father, his worn smile, vanishing at his dad's depature, immediately being replaced, by that of spite. Leonel's hands quivered in anger, at his detest for the man he called his father, lunching the cup he had picked up accross the room, he watched it shatter to pieces kindly listening to it crashing sounds, as its contents trailed slowly to the ground from where it had shattered “ how nerve walking into my home, demanding I do his Beeding ” Leonel rage, his fist pressed against the sofa, where he stood behind.

Feeling a little bit relieved of his anger, Leonel made his way back to his room, asking the stains he made be cleaned up,  as he made his way up.“Get my breakfast to my room” he ordered entering his resting place, bearing only thoughts to go set out what he needed for his trip.

With a knock coming through few minutes later, Leonel allowed who ever it was entrance to his room, led in by mary were his chef and bottler, walking towards the table, which sat at the right hand side of the room, dropping of the contents the had brought in, leaving as soon as the could.

“Informe the driver and the laundress of my departing time,being an hours time” Leonel ordered, taking a look at the time, while making use of his laptop “I want everything properly prepared and ready before then” he said, dismissing them, shutting down his gadget.

Leonel stood up from his sleeping bed, moving towards the table, where his meal sat waiting for him, he sat upon the chair standing right before his meal, digging in, Leonel eat it all up, every bite of what had been served.

 Done with his meal, he walked into the wash room, pulling off his robe and briefs on the door's threshold before matching in. Leonel stepped beneath the shower, turning it on, letting it flush through his body, exhaling intensely from the pressure which laid within, lettinging the soothing sensation which the water gave, he seemed at rest, with sparks of memories deep into his brains, his senses dated back to his night with Ismael, a remembrance of the comfort he felt, a rest from his worries, laced with an ounce of disirable pleasure, relinquishing all disturbances, setting his soul at peace at peace at the very least, as a resulting satisfaction swept accross him, a feeling he wished to have a grasp upon.

Turning off the water flow, Leonel cleaned off the droplet which remained on his skin, placing the towel clothe over his waiste, as he walked out of the washroom, moving straight into his dressing room, for his clothing. Laying his eyes on three laid out for him  upon his dressing island, Leonel stood for a moment,  picking each up, I search of one suitable for the occasion, picking up the white shirt, placed with a light green trouser and a snicker, wore them on, with a green leathered wrist watch.

Putting on a nice scenting deodorant, Leonel screened him on his dressing mirror, making sure he looked good enough, before heading out of his room 

“Be sure to clean up the room” Leonel ordered his cleaners, his eyes flickering, searching through belongings, making sure his needs were all present “after the days work, a six months leave is to be  issued, with your exception mary ” Leonel said, his eye's still pacing around while he walked towards the door, about exiting the premises “and half of the month's wages would be paid for these few months of absence ”  he ended his speech, briskly walking into his car, observing he was almost late for his flight.

Few minutes into his boarding time, Leonel arrived at the airport, his luggages being taken up by Alexander, who accompanied him as his personal assistant.

Boarding the plane, Leonel was directed to the business class area, where he took a seat right next to Alexander who was already seated, awaiting him, who had been halted by a business call.

“Good day, sir” Alexander greeted, whispering into Ismael's ears, whom was seated right before them, typing into his phone.

“Good day” Ismael responded, turning to see who it was. 

His eyes locking with that of Leonels, sent Ismael towards  hysterically turning his face forward, causing a slight chuckle from Leonel, as he sat wondering, if Ismael was ever going to able to share a house with him, understing the cause for Ismael's reaction, unlike Alexander whonsat transfixed at what had transpired.

An hour after take off, the plane landed at Franco Delarious, the capital state of Datius, the proposed presidential project area.

Ismael took in a breath of fresh air, while highlighting from the plane, with Leonel few steps behind him. Ismael felt an exciting surge, the feeling of finally being in a city which he had enormous wishes for, dreams of unprecedented success, a feet he was yet achieve, due to certain bounds which held him bound.

Done with laidout proceedings, Ismael as well as Leonel, matched out of the airport building, towards a vehicle which stood before them, awaiting there arrival.

“Welcome to Delarious” A lady who stood by greeted, offering each an accepted handshake, afterwards letting them into the vehicle.“We would be going directly to your apartment, afterwards you should prepare for a little get together, courtesy of the presidential house” she stated, seeming she had all already planned out.

Leonel sat staring at Ismael all through there trip, watching his excited look while watching through the window, Ismael seemed lost at the view of the setting sun, upon the city, his emotions clearly stated in his actions, it seemed he had always wished to be here.

Driving into an opened gate, with few apartments built within close range, Leonel noted it to be an estate, definitely ment for presidential guests. Driving through, all houses seemed similar, although with a little bit of difference, large yet vested the beauty and elegance.

“This is your residence, others would or already are occupied by his presidencies guests”she lady explained,  as the vehicle halted at the doors of an apartment.

Ismael highlighted from the car, his eyes fixed upon the word  Recherche which was written upon the house.“ it simply means elegance” the lady explained, stepping into the apartment, alongside the three males, giving them a tour of house, as well as certain rules pataining to there living. 

Informing them on the doors passcode and her job as there personal assistant throughout the project, the lady left, handing in her number, incase there be an issue.

Leonel walked into his designated area of the apartment, while Ismael sat at the lounge, the only commonly shared space the both had, excluding the connecting corridors on the floor above, and the kitchen which could be seen at the far end center of the lounge.

Ismael felt relieved while he sat at the cushion, worried he would have had to share a space with Leonel, worried him, all through the day, causing a staire up to his heart beat.

“Why should you be standing when there are seats?“ Ismael asked Alexander who stood before his eyes.

“I'm waiting on you to open up your room's door, for me to place in your luggages” he responded, still standing at that same position.

“Never mind” Ismael replied “would be handling that myself”

Alexander still standing, refused adhering towards Ismael's wishes, his eyes fixed upon Leonel, he couldn't ignore his instructions.

Seeing his adamant refusal, wishing not to let the young man suffer any longer, Ismael threw his keys over towardsAlexander “Do as you wish” He  said, his body being laid  into the sofa he sat at, Ismael shut close his eyes, placing his hands upon his forehead to rest a bit, while Alexander took in his belongings, placing them where he thought best.

Hearing his phone buzz, Ismael picked it up reading its contents, which stated the cancellation of there proposed nights event, relieved by such news, Ismael turned, stretching forth his legs as he dozed off still seated, his body feeling fatigued, he couldn't manage a little bit longer.

Walking in an hour later, Leonel sat beside Ismael, watching him sleep, he had no remembrance when he last felt so peaceful, he had understood now for a while, how junked up he was, heaving as he stood, walking towards another sofa, returning afterwards to Ismael's side. Waking to the scenting aroma of food, Ismael squinted his eyes, slightly setting them apart, taking in the view of his surroundings, till his sight csught hold of Leonel's presence right before him.

“Do I scare you that much?“ Leonel asked, watching Ismael jolt at his sight, his concentration unwavering from the show he sat watching.

“You could only wish” Ismael replied, lying through his tongue, he tried hiding the fright Leonel gave him. Not just his heart but his mind also couldn't let go of the rumors he had heard about that man called Leonel.

Taking a look at his wrist, Leonel stood up the sofa, picking his phone, walking out of the houses door.

“Where could he be off to?“ Ismael muttered, wondering if Leonel was up to some shoddy business.

“should be his club house” Alexander responded, getting hold of Ismael's question,  as he walked in bearing a plate of food.

“Leo owns one in this city ?“ Ismael asked, shocked a little but waving it aside, as it was no much of a deal to him.

“Definitely, owning chains of that is his very least, that's what gives him his billionaire title ” Alexander responded to Ismael, sitting accross him.

“Beats me, why he adheres to his father's instructions like a slave” Ismael mumbled, his words sounding like whispers to Alexander.

“By the way sir, his name's Leonel not Leo” Alexander corrected, making sure his voice seemed clear enough.

“Do I seem to care?“Ismael responded, widely staring at Akex with his hands slanting to the side “his Leo and you're Alex, that's that” Ismael said, picking up his plate, he walked towards the kitchen, dumping it into the sink, walking back into the lounge, he ignored Alexander's stern look, facing the show being played on the screen, he kindly watched it, showing anothers opinion had no residence in his.

Turning his face off the TV screen, Ismael watched Akex adjust his shorts during a sex scene. Ismael could see the lump under Alex's shorts, he could see his throat heavily gulp, his concentration dully focused on what was being played.

“You seem sweaty” Ismael said to Alexander, gaining his attention.

The staturing Alex, pronounced no reasonable words, in his defence, while trying hard to wipe off the sweat which dripped off his face.

“I don't mind your shirt being taken off, that's if you wish for such” Ismael stated, being aware of the cold state of the room and Alex's reasons for being sweaty, he tried getting Alex to do as he wished.

Alexander unknown to Ismael's knowledge of his predicament, buttoned open his shirt, adverting his gaze from Ismael, as he dropped it over yo his side.

Ismael set his eyes trailing upon Alex's body, his mind wandering over thoughts of what he could do to him, while his eyes hovered upon Ismael's exposed legs, towards his chesled Abbs, taking in too his muscle filled chest, as it soon trailed back, paying little attention to the lump which stood evidently, beneath Alexander's shorts 

“ so much alike” Ismael said to himself, comparing both men's fortitude.

Tired of having a view of the enticing pieceof meat before him, Ismael stood up, walking towards where his phone sat, getting it unplugged, Ismael on his way to his room in pretence, tripped himself, falling unto Alexander, his hands positioned at the point where he had seen the bulg, the other placed upon Alexander's chest, as he fell. 

“Sorry, I slipped at step”Ismael said to the panicking Alex, who sat still gulping lumps of spittle into his throat.

Ismael flashing Alexander a sluty look, sent him a wink, while raising himself a little bit towards Alex's ears “nice stuff you got” he whispered, raising himself up, he picked up his fallen items, returning back to where he sat.

Alexander sat at a static position for a while, his eyes blinking profusely to what had happened a while back, his senses only returning by an incoming call, looking through his phone screen seeing Leonel's name appear.

“Sir” Alexander said on picking up the phone, his hands, unknowingly tapping on the loud speaker button.

Ismael could hear moaning noises, at that slight seconds before Alex could mute off the call, his thoughts wandering correctly,  towards Leonels present actions. Soon Alexander gave a positive reply ending the call, throwing his clothes on him, Leonel buttoned up his shirt, walking off the front door with no words to Ismael, who cared no less once more, focusing on the show being displayed.

Leonel knew he was near, the ladies lips gave him no pleasure, but the thought of her being Ismael quickened his high. Soon he felt his body quiver, feeling light he shoot ropes of his seed into her mouth, her lips licking off its remains, as it dripped off, out his cock head. Pulling his cock from her lips, his finger trailed accross her lips, wipping off whatever was left.

“Be off before I return” Leonel ordered the lady, who still had her knees upon the floor. He walked into the the washroom, getting himself.

Moments later Leonel stepped out, same moment Alexander got into his room, his body on bathrobes, he cleaned off his hair, his eyes wandering catching hold of an unexpected. 

“Throw her out” Leonel ordered Alexander, his reference to the lady who sat at his bed, refusing adherence to his orders.

Alexander nodded his head, briskly walking to her he grabbed the lady by her arm, dragging her towards the door. Reluctant to leave due to her quest for more pleasure and acknowledgement, she screamed loudly, slapped Alexander across the face, trying to get herself freed. Ignoring the lady's actions Alexander continued his mission, a bite on his hands sent waves, forcing his hands dashing accross the lady's cheeks, as he dropped her to the floor, a mistake he knew Leonel wouldn't let go.

Walking to the lady, Leonel stretched forth his hands picking her off the floor, coldly staring at her he motioned for her exit, scared of what next Leonel might do, the lady took to her heels, dashed out to the corridors as she ran forth.

turning towards Alexander who stood beside him, Leonel stared sternly at him, leading Alexander to his knees. With no words said, Leonel began dashing his plam against Alexander's face, his rage unending his fist took over, his wrat calming with lashes of leather upon Alexander's skin.

“Don't you ever inflict pain on women” Leonel said, throwing the belt to the floor as he walked out, leaving back to the residential apartment.

Hearing the door open, Ismael watched Leonel step in, asking of Alexander's whereabout, as Leonel made way to his room, ignoring his questions. Ismael sighed to the ill reaction he had gotten from Leo  his step unwavering, he watched Leo walk until he got to his destination. Creating assumptions of what could have taken place, Ismael stood up walking into his room for a night rest, his worries about Alex, he had to let go for the time being.