5. Remy was pampered

Days later Lance whisked me out of town when his wife and kids were spending the weekend with their grandparents. He had cleared my work schedule with Jed and told me to pack my clothes.

It was my first time spending days in a very fancy hotel, though I wasn't sure this was a public hotel since I didn't even see the name of the hotel. It looked more like a very private, very expensive old mansion for the rich. We didn't actually get to spend time outside the hotel, but I really didn't care. It was nice to be spoiled, and that weekend I laid on posh hotel linens and showered with expensive bath soaps, even the air in the room smelled like rich people.

Growing up, my adoptive parents did take me on vacations, we stayed at hotels but they were the budgeted kind where families with lots of children stay. In this place, the lobby itself screamed money. If Lance didn't put his hand on my back and lead me inside, I'd surely turn back around thinking I'd be kicked out for being poor and they'd see the whore in me in seconds.

But Lance was actually sweet, he must've used this hotel for his lovers since the lady behind the reception greeted him by name and smiled at me without any judgment whatsoever. Maybe this was the kind of hotel that caters to their expensive clients and their affairs. My thoughts didn't get entertained much when I was ushered to our room and he told me to go changed into the hotel robe.

"I booked a private couple massage, they should be here soon."

Once I was done, Lance poured me a glass of champagne after he put his empty flute down. He kissed my temple and told me to let the masseurs in and let them set up. "I'm going to get change, and finish your drink, it'll relax you,"

They were right, they were treating me better than Jed. I was actually having fun with them, aside from my previous reluctance I was having a good time basking in the rich environment.

A taste of the good life. Not that I would ever set the bar that high.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. When I opened the door, I blinked for a second when I saw two gorgeous men with big bags of what looked like massage tables.

Okay, this feels like a plot out of a porno. I just hope it'll be a very tasteful one, because these men looked too fucking hot for the regular kind of massages, not that I'd know. I never had one.

"Are you not going to let us in?" One of the men winked, knowing that I was possibly and most likely drooling while I scanned them from head to toe.

"Uh, yeah, of course...come on in," I cleared my throat not wanting to sound too excited, and let out a pathetic yelp from their close-up hotness.

"Remy, why don't you pour us another round while we wait for them to set up? Boys, please set them up by the window, I missed the view."

"Of course, Mr. Daniels." The dark-haired man practically purred his words as he effortlessly unpacked the massage table and started unfolding it. The blond man followed his lead and did the same with his table.

I felt Lance behind me, kissing the side of my neck telling me that he wanted me limped by the end of the massage then later he will take me out to dine in the restaurant downstairs.

When the sexy men finished with their tables, towels, and oils. I was ushered and the buffed dark-haired man helped me out of my robe, then Lance told me to get fully naked and so I did. With my limped dick exposed, I laid on my back as my masseur started pouring oil on my chest, my groin was covered with a small towel. Lance sat on the other table facing me, his legs were lazily parted, and he was still wearing his briefs. He smiled when he looked at my oiled body being rubbed down.

The blond poured oil on Lance's back and he moaned when he was kneading through his shoulders. I could barely hear the guy as he whispered seductively, telling lance that his muscles were too stiff. I couldn't take my eyes off them and watched as his masseur trailed his strong talented hands to Lance's chest, then continue to massage his pecs. And when his hands parted Lance's thighs wider and kneaded his inner thighs I couldn't help a little moan slip out of my lips.

"Mr. Daniels is very hot, you're a lucky boy," my masseur said huskily in my ear while his hand slipped under the towel and he mimicked his friend's and kneaded my inner thighs.

"You can lay on your front and let me continue to massage your backside while Mr. Daniels watches."

I was hard and was glad when he told me to lay on my stomach, though I didn't expect him minutes later to part my thighs and started massaging between my butt cheeks. I was too slick and getting too horny with each passing minute.

"Fuck, that's hot." It was Lance's voice, I recognized his deep throaty voice. "More oil, make sure you massage him thoroughly," I could hear the mischief in his voice and then I moaned the second I felt a finger inside me while his other finger massaged around my hole making my dick harden and I know I was leaking precum.

"Join him, give my boy what he needed."

Another set of hands was on my body, then moments later I was positioned to be on my back again, this time Lance was by the top of my head, his body was looking deliciously shiny from the oil, and he was still in his briefs. His erection was evident for a short while before Lance covered my eyes with a small damp folded towel.

With my vision gone, I could only feel his groin above me, then Lance's dick was on my lips seeking entrance. I know it was him because I heard his voice, happily moaning when I took his length and sucked him while he set the pace of his thrusts.

My body hummed as both masseurs took each leg then bent my knees making the sole of my feet planted firmly on the table. I could feel one of them jerking me off while the other one was slipping his fingers and working my orgasm.

"Mmphh..mnghhg...fuccckmmpmh..." I couldn't even string my words with Lance's cock down my throat and when they started using their mouth instead of their hand I was ready for my orgasm. The glitter bomb at the rave had nothing compared to the burst of cum that was going to burst out of me.

"Fuuuuckkkmngghhhgggh..." When I climaxed, I was milked dry. Lance discarded the towel telling me to watch them. It was debauchery of the highest level when the two men were licking and sucking my cock, and I couldn't help but whimpered as my body went limp and overly sensitive. Though I kept on watching as both men started making out with themselves with my dick between their lips.

"Put on a show for the boy while I fuck him, and when he comes maybe I'll let you slutty men be painted by his cum. Now strip for us,"

Oh fuckkkk...

Lance bent me down over the massage table and told me to spread my legs and let him in. I was still slick from the oil when he pushed inside me, his hands holding me in place which each of his thrusts.

"Look at them, Remy, how do you want them?" He asked, fully wanting me to play with them.

"Harder, rough, jerk.him.off," I paused with each word as Lance did the same to me. Their moans were too delicious and I was hard again and ready to reach my high.

"Him, sucking me off," I said nudging my head at the blond and then to his buddy, "while he fuck his ass and you fuck me hard," I moaned when his hand was to my neck and Lance bit my neck, but I kept on talking, Lance was opening the flood door and I was being so fucking filthy with my instructions.

"I want him to feel your thrust when my cock's buried deep into his throat, ohhhh... fuck,"

Damn, Lance was a perfect listener, his thrust was sudden, and it was deliciously hard and deep. I felt his cock stretch me and my legs trembled, they almost betrayed me if not for Lance's strong hold on me.

Two hours later we were finally done after many orgasms later. I was smiling, the guys were gone and I was tucked into bed with him sleeping at my side.

Not too shabby.

Tomorrow was another day.

I thought as I slept a dreamless sleep.