Empire Sex Chronicles
Chapter 2- The Lyon Brothers (This is a fictional story. The characters and their sexual roles that are in this writing do no reference the real sexual roles of the character or the person playing the character roles.)
Hakeem couldn't believe what was happening. His brother's boyfriend, Warren, was knelt at the edge of the bathtub, with his hand gripped around his dick. What would Jamall think? What would Jamall say? What would he do if he knew that this was happening. The worst part about the whole situation was that Hakeem wasn't even gay. He had no interest in men. He was being forced to go along with what Warren said in order to keep his daughter in his life.
On the other hand, even though he was one hundred percent heterosexual, he couldn't deny the feeling of pleasure that Warren's hand was providing him. Warren moved his hand up and down on Hakeem's nice inch dick, causing chills to flow through Hakeem's body. He wasn't Keene to that fact that it was a h=guys hand that was stroking his dick, but he couldn't deny the feeling of ecstasy that the hand was delivering to him. With each of Warren's strokes of Hakeem's dick, up and then back down, a soft gentle moan would escape from Hakeem's lips.
Warren looked down at Hakeem and noticed that his nipples were hard, poking out towards the heavens. He then felt a dab of his precum release from Hakeem's dick and spill over onto his hand. He rubbed his thumb and his index finger over the head of Hakeem's dick playing with his boyfriend's younger brother's ecstasy juices. He then looked up at Hakeem's face and noticed that his head was flung back and his eyes were closed.
"Open your eyes Hakeem," Warren said. "I want you to look directly at me. I want you to see who is doing this to you. I want you to see me as I make your body feel good!"
Hakeem slowly opened his eyes and look directly at Warren. He didn't want to see Warren, a man, holding onto his dick, stroking his dick and making his body feel good, but he had no choice. He had to do what Warren told him to do.
Warren stared Hakeem directly in his eyes as he made his next move. With one of his hand slowly stroking Hakeem's dick, he then lifted his free hand and placed it into the water of the hot tub. His hand went directly for Hakeem's ass hole. Warren placed the tip of his thumb directly at the entrance of Hakeem's ass hole and began to slowly press inwards, allowing his thumb to gracefully slide into Hakeem's hole.
Hakeem's body slightly jolted as his lips spread open, allowing a loud moan to come through them. He didn't know what was happening, his emotions were getting the best of him. His dick was being stroked at the same time his ass was getting finger. Both jetting jerked and getting fingered, were things that he loved, but no female had ever done them both at the same time. His eyes were still open and he was still looking directly at Warren, but he didn't look like himself, he looked like an innocent kid who had just tasted ice cream for the first time.
Warren loved it. He loved the way that Hakeem's dick was pulsating in his hand. He loved the way that Hakeem's precum was oozing profusely out of his dick. He loved the feeling of Hakeem's tight boy pussy was gripping on his thumb as he moved it in and out of Hakeem. He loved the gentle moans that were coming out if Hakeem's lips, as he made love to his body. But the thing that he loved the most was the look in Hakeem's eyes. He knew that the fact that Hakeem was a straight, hardcore, thug rapper, that in this moment he was venerable and that Hakeem belonged to him.
Warren slowly broke the gaze that was shared between himself and Hakeem, and leaned forward, placing his lips onto Hakeem's right nipple. With is thumb in Hakeem's ass, and his hand slowly ejaculating Hakeem's dick, be began so swivel his tongue around Hakeem's hard nipple. Hakeem let out a moan that was louder than any moan that he had previously released. Hakeem's moan escaped the bathroom walls, making its way to the hallway, and into the ears of Luscious', who was walking by.
"That's my boy!" Luscious said as a devious smile formed on his face. "Jamall must have taken the two men to the sauna room. Luscious said as he began to make his way to peek in and make sure that Jamall was engaging them in the appropriate type of action that he requested.
(MEANWHILE)
Jamall walked into Luscious' office closing the door behind him. He notices two men sitting in the two chairs facing Lucious's desk, with their back to him. The two men slowly turn to look at the door behind them, expecting Lucious to be standing there. To their surprise, Jamall Lyons is standing there instead. Jamall quickly recognizes one of the guys to be Shyne Johnson, one of Lucius's colleagues and the brother of Andre's ex-girlfriend. The second guy he did not recognize, but he was sure it was one of Shyne's thugs.
"My father sent me in here to help assist you guys with the issue that he is involved in with the two of you," Jamall said as he walked over to where the two guys were standing.
"And how exactly are you going to help us. Your father is in a lot of debt with us, and you are just an artist. You don't have the type of money to pay off his debt," Shyne said as he stood up from his seat. "This shit if fucking beyond your little punk ass. Where the fuck I your father! He need to bring his no paying ass in this fucking room before I blow this mutha fucka up!"
"That is exactly what I had in mind, Jamall said as he places his hand on Shyne's crotch area and started to rub it.
"What the fuck are you doing nigga!" Shyne said as he quickly brushed Jamall's hand from his crotch area. "I'm not with that faggoty shit nigga! No disrespect to you, but I'm not with that shit!"
"Every guy is with getting their dicked worked out Shyne. A mouth is a mouth." Jamall said as he reached in once again and grabbed Shyne's dick. "Check, this out, I'm blow you and your friend. This is what I, and Empire can offer you today on what we owe you, "Jamall said as he began to unbuckle Shyne's belt, allowing his pants to fall to the ground.
As soon as Shyne's pants hit the ground his dick popped straight out. It was hard as a brick and poking his boxers out ino a large bulge. Jamall looked over at Shynes friend and he was now standing and the tent that was forming in his sweat pants let Jamall know that he had his approval. Shyne then looked over at his friend and then back down at Jamall.
"Alright nigga! Do what you gotta do, but this shit stay in this mutha fuckin room! Do you understand?" Shine ordered.
"Completely between the three of us!" Jamall replied as he knelt down to the floor. With his left hand, he grabbed Shyne's boxers and slid them down, and with his right hand he grabbed Shyne's thug friend's sweats and pulled them down, noticing that he wasn't wearing and boxers underneath. Jamall then took a hold of Shyne's 8-inch dick, and the thug's 9-inch dick and began to simultaneously stroke them a little. He noticed the precum that was sitting at the tip of the thug's dick and leaned inwards and licked it off with his tongue. The thug let out a gentle moan from the feeling of Jamall's tongue caressing the tip of his dick.
"Nigga stop that shit and wet my dick first!" Shyne ordered.
Yes sir!" Jamall said as he released his tongue from the thug's dick head and leaned in Shyne's direction, opened his mouth and took Shyne's complete 8 inches down his throat.
(Meanwhile)
Andre Lyons the oldest of the Lyon brothers, had a new artist meeting to attend. It was his job at empire to screen the new artist as they come in and then assign them an A and R representative to work with them once they were signed. His two o'clock meeting was with a prospective artist who went by the name of Lawrence P. Andre walked into the new artist conference room, and there he saw Lawerence P, standing at the furthest edge of the conference room table. Lawerence P stood six feet three inches tall and weighed two hundred pounds. He was average build with a little tone to his body.
Andre made his way over to Lawerence and extend his hand in greeting. He noticed that Lawerence's hand grasp was very firm and strong. Something about the hand shake shent volts through Andre's body.
"It's nice to finally meet you Lawerence," Andre said giving Lawerence a slight smile.
"Likewise," Lawerence replied. "I'm very excited to be here at Empire.
"That is good to hear. Now, let's get down to business. I am here to discuss with you a possible contract here at Empire. Now here at Empire we expect our artist to go above and beyond. We are the top selling record label in the United States, and it's because of our artist that we are that. Do you feel that you have what it takes to be a top selling artist on Empire's record label?"
"Yes, I do. I am sure I have a lot to offer, and I will definitely go above and beyond, and do whatever it takes to be here," Lawerence replied.
"Whatever it takes?" Andre said as he slowly walked over to the conference room door and locked it.
"Yes, Andre Lyons," Lawerence said as he walked closer to Andre. "Whatever it takes."
"That's good to know," Andre said with a devious smile.
Andre quickly streatched out his arms and grabbed Lawerence's shoulders. He spun him around and pushed him up against the wall. Andre then forcefully grabbed the back of Lawerence's pants and slid them down along with his boxer briefs, revealing Lawerence's round hairless ass. Holding Lawerence against the wall, he then reached for his belt, undid the buckle, unbuttoned hos pants and let his pants, fall to the ground. He then reached inside his boxer briefs slit and pulled out his 10-inch dick and pressed it against Lawerence's ass.
Feeling Andre's warm dick rubbing on his ass check, Lawerence quickly moved out of in front of Andre and then forced Andre up against the wall. He looks down at Andre's big round bubble butt noticing it's bauty. Lawerence then drew his hand back and released it, smacking Andres bubble ass.
"What the hell are you doing!" Andre said forcefully.
"I'm doing whatever it takes. Just like I said I would," Lawerence said.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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