Damian Byrd

Rhett’s blue eyes shifted over the handsome man before him, more than happy to be sitting on his lap. Especially since he had done a good job of getting that amazing cock of Damian’s hard. He released a soft moan against Damian’s lips as he wrapped his hand around his shaft, stroking it. It was almost teasing to Rhett because now he was just craving more from the man. Not surprising. Damian was one of his favorite people in the island. His hips rolled against the others, sliding his cock in and out of the man’s hand with a soft smirk.

“I agree. I like sitting on Daddy’s lap.” Rhett cooed softly, wrapping his hand around Damian’s length and teasing his thumb against the head, “Do you want me to ride this cock of yours?”

“You should do it more often. Really, anytime you get a craving for me. You should just strip and find my lap..”  He let his words dance over at the other even as he let out a sharp gasp as the others hand found that thick impressive cock of his and his senstive head, a clear drop of precome already smearing against the others finger. The other would no doubt feel that twitch at being called Daddy, as ever. A telltale weakness. 

“That wasn’t exactly my intention but if you want to feel that thick cock inside you and ride me like a proper whore. I’d hardly be against it..”  Damian teased as let his free hand run down the others back and over the curve of that perky ass before teasing his fingers over the others hole. “You been missing me that much? Hm?” 

Turning down the hall with his hand still in Damian’s, he followed the man to his cabin and before he knew it, the door was opening and he was led inside. Immediately, his blue eyes shifted around, always liking to see what everyone had done with their own living space. Even if it was brief because frankly, he was more concerned with the sexy man before him.

Rhett reached out with his free hand and grabbed onto Damian’s hip, pulling himself closer to him with a smile before he kissed him once again. He just wanted him to know that Rhett was ready for anything with him. He wanted the roughness. He wanted to land that lasting impression on Damian in any way that he could. As much as Rhett enjoyed thinking about the man and his cock, he wanted Damian to think about him too from time to time too. He doubted the man would. There were plenty of others around that could easily preoccupy his time, but he would damn well try.

‘I’ve been told that before.” Damian gave a little chuckle back at that- clicking his tongue against his teeth as his eyes danced over at Rhett.  Even as that word ran hot though his veins like that best sort of drug.  If the other wanted him rough, it was certainly the word to get him to go there.  Damian all but tugged the other into his cabin, already eager for the other in a about a thousand different ways. If the other was lookig for some indication for who Damian was from the contents of his room- he’d certainly find it in how various expensive items were littered around the room, from the finest bags to a few more fancy cologne on the bathroom sink.  Damian was clearly someone who had rich tastes and enjoyed indulging himself in them and seemingly, in everything. He had no shame about his wealth nor did he really care if people noticed him flaunting it or not. Which seemed to be evident in the room around them in various little ways. 

𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕪𝕞 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪…

seeing as he was already there, rather than making his way back to his cabin to rinse himself off, he took advantage of the gym and spa facilities; opting to use the public showers instead.

standing under the cascading warm water, he lost himself in his thoughts. being in a place like this was going to be an adjustment for him-- back home the nicest place he had ever been taken by the men that paid for his affection was an outback steakhouse. the receptionist desk here, when you first arrive, make outback look like a mcdonalds; everything here is so nice that he feels incredible out of place.

but being here is a good thing.

ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖…

looking up and over his shoulder at the sound of a locker shutting, he couldn't help but apologize for being in his stall despite the fact there were plenty open to choose from.

"sorry, i lost track of time. i'll finish up and get out of your way..." he offered with a sheepish smile. "unless, sir," he quickly added on as he realized he still didn't really know how to tell the difference between clients and fellow staff members. "...you need my help with something."

It wasn’t exactly new to hear the public showers running with water- half the time they tended to be full of moaning bodies after all. One lone shower running was still going to get some attention, or at least, currently did since Damian strolled down the row of showers after his afternoon run. His head tilting towards the sound and half expecting to see one of the more famlilar faces he knew standing there- instead,  his eyes soaked in the sight of a new face among the crowd, and his very, very naked body. There wasn’t a hint of shame on Damian’s face as the other turned around to give him that smile as he dropped himself back against the lockers- his own towel wrapped around his shoulders and only wearing a pair of lose black, very small running shorts.

Softly, the blond bit his lower lip as he felt the man below pressed up harder against his ass and teased at his nipple. Rhett couldn’t help but grind back against it, his hands coming up to softly grip Damian’s shoulders with a soft groan. His question got a grin from him and he nodded as he blushed a bit, “You’re always lingering in my mind, Daddy. It’s hard to get a fucking like that out of it.” There was no doubt about that, “You’ve been thinking about me too?” He asked with a soft quirk of his brow.

Leaning forward, Rhett pressed a soft kiss to the man’s lips before he quickly pulled away and stood up again. He already missed the feeling of Damian between his legs, but he would be back there shortly. Slipping his fingers into his waistband, Rhett turned around so Damian could get a nice, full view of his ass as he pulled down his pants and jock, quickly kicking them aside. His hand trailed down to his own hardening cock, giving a few good strokes as he straddled Damian again. His hand pushed up the man’s shirt, dragging along his toned chest with a smile, “You got me on your lap, darling. What do you want now?”

It was already a joy to have Rhett on his lap like this, and he wasn’t even fully naked. There’s that same telltale, wicked smirk of Damian’s pressed against the others pale flesh as the other gave that pretty satisfied sigh. It was hard not to enjoy the fact that Rhett was so open and bare about his reactions like that, it was almost addictive in it’s own way.  The darker haired man’s head tilted back at those words, even as the others groan went straight to his cock- even it didn’t match the power of those next pretty words from the others mouth. He hadn’t been lying about the power of calling him Daddy and how utterly weak he was too it. Even now his cock seemed to get as hard as a bloody diamond in moments just hearing Rhett say that word, Damian’s eyes dark with need as he smirked over at the long haired beauty. 

He sucked on his cheek to hold back a cocky smirk at the delightful news that Rhett had been thinking about him and that fuck they’d shared. Considering he’d pinned the other to the bed and fucked him without mercy, he should hope such fun time should have lingered on the others mind but...well, it was an island of sex. And even he wasn’t naive to think that he might have just been a pretty face in a sea of clients. “Oh I have been thinking of you. And those pretty, whining, needy sounds you made. It’s pretty hard to forget, as you said.”  He pointed out as he shifted back on the chair a little as he returned that quick, if soft kiss the other gave him before he watched the other stand with a tilt of his head. He was already missing the other on his lap but his hand did reach down to squeeze his cock though his pants, if only to give himself a little relief. 

eyes not leaving the news article in front of him, he started to grow slightly more annoyed at the individual who intruded on his private cabin. the english prince was ready to be a bit firmer in his desire to be alone when he began to identify the voice speaking to him and the handsome face it belonged to. intrigued and amused at the same time, nicholas set the phone down to shift his focus entirely on the other man. "nobody has ever spoken to me like that before," he remarked, although his tone showed no signs of offense whatsoever. "hasn't your father ever taught you the proper way to address royalty?" the blond teased, lips curling to a wicked smirk.

he'd never imagine damian to be on the island as well. then again, the other aristocrat's own infamy certainly spoke volumes of why he'd want to end up in a place like this. "good to see you, you horny bastard." nick chuckled and rose up from his seat. whilst he and damian weren't particularly close, they knew of one another enough and their antics. "what's this about bending me over the couch like a whore?" the blond shook his head and grinned. "how exactly are you going to do that, hm?"

"With all due respect. He taught me how to address royalty at events and dull ceremonies. You're on a good damn sex island. I thought you'd enjoy the change of pace." Damian showed exactly zero remorse for talking the way he did as he folded his arms over his chest with a cheeky little smirk as he tilted his head, his eyes dancing at each other. "Besides there's gotta be something said for being the first to do so. And I do love being the first in quite a few things." He pointed out as his eyes dropped to the other's wicked smirk. It was nice to know his talented tongue wasn't about to get him into any real trouble here but then again, if it had, it would mostly be good for a story to tell over a round of drinks right?

Honestly the only real disappointment that Damian had was that other was wearing the regular house staff clothes rather than a towel like most of the other men around them were.  HIs eyes flicking over the boy as he looked over the stools at the bar for whatever lost item he seemed so intent on collecting. There’s a easy and charming smirk as the other turned his head towards him and he got that adorable response and a chance to soak in those handsome features of the adorable blond. He’d always liked blonds but then again, who didn’t? “Oh? If you say so yourself?” Damian teased easily as he pushed off the bar with a chuckle, his head tilting as if he almost settled to make a choice in his mind before he spoke again. “ Well I can’t really take such a compliment without you seeing the full picture of things. Can I my pretty boy.”  Damian teased in that tone that seemed to promise so many deep and sexual things in three simple little words.  

Damian simply reached a hand down and undid his towel and let it drop to the floor- his eyes focused on Jonha as he watched his reaction. It wasn’t like nudity was all that common around here- hell, considering how half the people around the island openly fucked.  Still it was always fun to get a reaction. The Englishman’s thick, soft eight inches hung between his legs like a weapon all on it’s own, a sleeping beast waiting to be awoken.  His tongue brushed along the bottom of his lip before he spoke again. 

Rhett did half expect for them to go at it on the dancefloor, which really, he didn’t mind. He quite enjoyed public sex. Rhett craved to be on stage and being fucked in a room of people did enough to satisfy his craving. As long as he providing entertainment and people were enjoying it, that was all he ever wanted. He cheeks flushed again at Damian’s comment as he wrapped his hand around the others, happily following him back towards his cabin, “I’m excited.” He really was. Just from the man’s words and their kiss, Rhett was already getting hard. He knew it was going to be a fun night.

As they walked back towards Damian’s cabin, Rhett’s hand stayed within the others and he rubbed his thumb along the back of the others hand, “Do you want me to call you something in particular? Does something get your motor going?” He randomly asked, with a smile, “Sir… Daddy…” Rhett wanted this to be just as fun for him as it would be for Rhett.

“Oh- I should hope so.”  Damian laughed at those words, more amused than by the simplicty of that statement.  “God forbid I leave you anything less than that”  he pointed out with a little cheeky grin as he lead the other from the foam and towards his own cabin. He did give that hand a little squeeze as he felt the other give him that somewhat intimate little touch.  He was just pulling the other down the hallway when that question got thrown at him and his eyebrows arched for a moment as he glanced back at the other. It was a fair question in the others line of work after all. 

“Sir certainly works.”  After all, it wasn’t like Damian hated the power play of that word but- “Daddy, however, will get you bent over and fucked till you damn near pass out pretty much every time.”  He purred over at Rhett as he finally tugged the other around the corner and towards his cabin before taking a moment to open the door and tugged the other inside. 

scrolling through his phone, nicholas couldn't avoid seeing the various articles and posts involving the recent scandal of the english royal family. he knew better than to check social media whilst here in the island, aware how the press supposedly gathered credible evidence to paint them as tyrants even when that was far from the truth. at least, nicholas didn't think so. they were simply rich folks with crowns on their heads. he tried reaching out to his mother but received nothing in response. as acting regent, she was most likely too preoccupied putting out the fires her eldest son has caused. she didn't need nicholas meddling in her affairs either.

He was about to speak when the other got there first and dismissed him. Damian's eyebrows raised as he flicked his eyes over the other boy, noting the phone and that general little worrying brow the other had on. It wasn't exactly hard to guess what the other was thinking about- and god knows Damian had his fair share of time in the newspapers thanks to his 'wild boy" days.

"I'm not exactly staff, your majesty but If you're looking for someone to bend you over that couch and call you a little whore, I am more than happy to be such a thing." The Englishman drawled in that oh so smooth way he seemed to have perfected as he walked a little closer before stopping short of the other, his eyes peering down at the other man. " This is where you're hiding out? Interesting choice."

He caught the man’s eyes as he looked him over, earning a pleased smile from Rhett. Especially as he sat down. He didn’t want to just strip willy-nilly for the man. The shirt was there to, at least, entice him, which seemed to work. Crossing over towards the man, Rhett straddled him easily and grabbed the man’s hands, placing them onto his own body, encouraging him to touch and feel him wherever he wanted. The blond rolled his hips, grinding his pert ass against the man with a grin as his hands began to unbutton his jeans, pulling them open.

“As if I’d ever give up some time with a beauty as true of you, I might be many things but I’m hardly so foolish as that.”  Damian pointed out with a little wink that he threw the long haired boys way. His eyes followed the other as he walked towards him and his smirk only grew wider as the other settled onto his lap like that, fitting like he’d always belonged there.  He didn’t resist when the other moved his hands to place them onto that slender form in front of him, his hands easily taking that inticative to curl against the others side and dragged themselves downward, tracing along that pale skin as his head leaned forward to drag his lips against the center of Rhett’s chest to place a few teasing kisses there.  The others grinding him already sent sparks and life down between his legs, Damian’s thick cock twitching in response as he pulled back just a touch to watch those hands tug open those jeans. 

“Hm how easily to slay me..”  he teased as he pressed himself up a little harder against the others perfect ass, if only to show the reaction the other was already getting from him. A hand moving up the others chest, his fingers splayed open for a moment before they found a nipple to tease playfully. 

There was no doubt he was craving more and more Damian and just by his words, Rhett could feel his cock beginning to twitch. He was never great with decisions in the first place, but the man’s finger teasing him didn’t help anything either. One of Rhett’s hands moved from holding his shoulders to running them through the back of the man’s soft brown hair, “The first sounds fun…” Rhett drawled out as he pressed himself back a bit against Damian’s hand, “But I’d like the reminder of you for a few days.” He grinned, “Make me scream, love. It’s overdue.”

Damian soaked in those sweet sounds Rhett made like they were the finest wine in the whole damn island. Honestly getting other to chose was important to Damian- if only to see where his head was at and what exactly he was craving, even what version of Damian the other wanted. The Englishman’s smirk grew at the actual choice though- it was the one that Damian himself would have picked- rough sex was always rather his top choice.  Even hearing Rhett tell him to make him scream made his cock twitch between his legs.  “And look at that, you’re quickly proving to be a favorite of mine with every passing moment.”  Damian spoke against those lips before he finally, finally closed that distance between them and sank his lips against Rhett’s in a deep, hungry kiss.  The sort that would hopefully leave the other breathless and aching for him, the sort that seemed to poor every single second of deire and want for Rhett into a single kiss. 

Before just like that it was over and Damian was pulling his lips away and tilting his head back as his hand slid out from the others pants. “Come on, as tempting as it is to turn you into my personal slut right here and you would do so very, very well in a show like that- “  Damian praised easliy as his hand dropped to slip into Rhett’s as he took a step away from the other. “I wanna make you scream for a few good hours. So. You’re coming home with me.”  He pointed out as he nodded back towards where his cabin was. 

20 minutes felt like a fair amount of time to wait. With his clothes stored safely in one of the lockers, Asher had already stripped himself down to wearing nothing more than the soft, fluffy white towel and slip on slides while he waited for the client that had apparently requested for him to join them in the sauna. He thought it was a bit strange that he hadn’t been given a name, and likely hadn’t even met the man, but he’d started to get used to how things were never really normal at the Haus.

Awkwardly enough he was stood up. After waiting 20 minutes he made his way back out of the sauna to ask the receptionist at the spa’s entrance if they could reach the client and after a few more minutes of waiting they finally had their answer. He, whoever he was, couldn’t make it due to being caught up with a different staff member.

He was tempted to call it, get dressed, and head back out to find something to do when he caught sight of one of the most attractive men he’d ever seen sauntering through the space. Following after him, almost like a dog would a bone, Asher couldn’t take his eyes off the man as he moved; his cock twitching and thickening a bit as the stranger turned around seemingly unaware of Asher, putting the dips and valleys of his perfectly sculpted body on display. Was it hot in there because of the sauna and jacuzzi’s or was Asher just on the verge of sweating for no reason?

When he saw opening, Asher forgot he was planning to leave and quickly strolled forward to make a spot for himself next to the other man at the bar. “Oh yeah, such a sight the client that invited me here never showed up. Didn’t even call to tell me he wasn’t coming, had to ask someone else to track him down for me.” He answered with a loose smile and a shrug of his shoulders. “But it’s his loss, and maybe you’re gain. I’m easy– Asher…” great, now the heat was getting to his head and making him an idiot. “Asher. I meant, I’m Asher. You are?”

Damian quirked a eyebrow at the others response as his dark eyes followed the other as he found his spot at the bar.  The other was undeniably attractive, broad shoulders, classically handsome features and from the sight of the other in that towel clinging around in his waist- quite the impressive body. The idea that the other was stood up was a little surprising, but then again it was the house and who knows what pretty little thing wandered into the path of that client. Not that Damian had ever personally stood someone up but he understood the possiblity of being waylaid by some of the staff of the Haus.  Still. “Well that’s just rude.” The Englishman mused slightly. “He could have at least called even if he’d had his dick down some boys throat.”  He chided the client with a little dramatic sigh and a tilt of his head even as his eyes didn’t stray from the sight of Asher just yet. 

Though the other calling himself easy did earn Asher a slightly sharper smirk and an amused twinkle in the younger man's eyes.  “Easy Asher? Huh?” While the other had corrected himself- like hell Damian was going to let a thing like that slide past him.  “Damian, Damian Bryd”  he said simply as he pushed himself forward off the bar and took a step towards the other, he walked with that sheer confidence that was almost impossible to fake- like he was already aware he owned the world and everyone in it.  Like he had all the money and the power in the world in the palm of his hand and he was very, very aware of that fact.  A hand placed against Asher’s abs as he gave a soft little hum as he ran his eyes down the others body again, his fingers drifting down till the caught the hem of the others towel as he if he was threatening to pull it off. 

So when he walked up towards the bar? He was definitely caught off guard by the attractive man. Seth knows that this place was crawling with attractive people, but this man? He was just…Woah. Seth was brought out of his thoughts by the other man’s words, and a small flush made it’s way onto his cheeks as he fixed the other man with a grin.

“I hope it’s a good sight?”

The blush was cute on the others face and really, Damian always had a thing for boys who could be oh so adorable like that.  “Obviously. You have seen yourself in a mirror, right?”  Damian asked with a little quirk of his head and a smirk dancing along his lips as he let his eyes run down along Seth’s body and back up again before he finally pushed off that bar to take a few steps in a wider circle around the other, his head tilting down as he gazed at the other from a few more angles. 

“Cute smile. Built body. Fuckable ass. I swear the Kings here must have some secret cloning tech for how perfect most of you staff are.”  He pointed out in that teasing, crisp accent of his as before he completed his walk to drop back against the bar again- only on the other side of the boy now. “You should have dropped the towel and really let me look at you.”  He teased as he reached forward behind the boy to pluck up his drink again to take a little sip of it. 

"It's more for me than anything I would say, but it wouldn't hurt to catch someone's eye and have them come take a closer look. Didn't feel the best looking growing up, but now that I'm here might as well be confident," Kit mused in his Australian accent, taking note of Damian's own posh english. The man in question was definitely a sight for sore eyes, he was gorgeous and a body so perfectly pristine he doubted it had a single blemish.

"So," he purred, coming slightly closer to the other man. "What would your choice be? If you could right now, what would you do to me, daddy?"

His head tilted at those words- and perhaps he should have been expecting that word in particular but just as it ever did, it made his blood run hot just by hearing it and his eyes darken a few notches dangerously. His tongue brushed along his lower lip as he let the other's question hang in the air for a few torturous moments. There was no way to hide the fact that word had effected him however, even as he leaned forward just a touch and his eyes met the others as he closed that distance between them. "My my, pretty boy has a tongue on him. I suppose if you were walking around naked... I would pin you against that wall by your neck and ravage you in a thousand delectable ways. I'd leave you leaking come from every hole and have you crying on this cock in a way that would have you aching to come back to me again, and again, and again.." Damian spoke soft between them, like the answer was just for the two of them. "Leave you ruined in the best way, little one."

He tried everything in his fucking power not to blush again but it was inevitable. He did the moment he heard Damian’s question, earning a nod from the blond, “I have. Can you blame me?” Rhett asked with a smile. As Damian leaned forward, teasing his lips against his own and speaking, he felt like he could just go weak in the knees from the statement alone. He had been wondering what it would be like to be fucked by Damian for so long and his descriptions were making his need that much more. Rhett nodded his head and swallowed, wanting nothing more than kiss Damian. But he could hold off. Probably. “Exactly that.” He husked softly as his hands continued to grip as Damian’s skin, “I want it so bad, darling. We’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?”

Yet another blush was just another victory to Damian as he held his tongue on making another comment on it- if only to prevent himself from going from charming to annoying, or at least toeing the line between the two of those things.  “Hm, I suppose not.”  And yet, Damian couldn’t help the ego boost that game with the idea that the other was thinking about him, or his cock at the very least.  He rather liked this side of Rhett- the way he spoke with that undertone of sheer desperation for him.  Even the way the other seemed to hold himself back from kissing him even as those eyes sparkled with the desire to do so.  The others words did sent jolts right to Damian’s cock however, the idea of the other aching for him was a powerful thing indeed.  Ah and reached up to brush though those long locks that Damian had found himself growing so fondly of so very quickly, as the other hand smoothed down the small of Rhett’s back to tease over the curve of that ass before that shame hand moved up to slip into the back of Rhett’s pants to let his hand run over the others ass proper. Flesh to flesh. 

“So I suppose the only real question remains is do I fuck you here or back in my room. Do I take you apart bit by bit by pleasure or do I hold you down- fuck you like I own you, make you scream to all the high bloody heavens..”  he teased, still keeping his lips apart from the others as his finger did tease between those cheeks and over the others hole, right here on the dancefloor.