The Billionaire’s Dark Secret: MM

By

Vivian Leigh

Copyright 2012 Vivian Leigh

All rights reserved

Smashwords Edition

***

Gabe followed the pilot into the mansion. George, he had said his name was. Gabe was careful to wipe the dust off his boots before they left the narrow side entryway.

“This sure is a nice place for being so far out here,” Gabe said.

“Yes, Master Brighton likes his retreat to be eminently comfortable when he’s here,” George replied.

“How often is he here?”

“He’s here at least a few days every month. I expect him back next weekend.”

So a week to learn the ropes and get settled. Gabe nodded.

“Your room is right this way.” George beckoned for him to follow down a sumptuous hall hung with impressionist paintings.

Gabe rolled his eyes. “The décor isn’t very Western.”

“Master Brighton isn’t originally from Texas,” George said. “He is Swiss, in fact.”

“Oh,” Gabe said. He rubbed his chin. Why’s a Swiss guy have a giant ranch in West Texas?

The pilot stopped at a door and opened it. He stood aside to allow Gabe to enter the room. “Here you are sir. I’ll prepare dinner at six.”

“Do you work in the house, too?” Gabe asked.

“I attend to Master Brighton as well as fly him to and from the ranch. He values his privacy.”

George left the door open and returned down the hallway.

Gabe walked into the room and inspected his new living space. Room enough for a cowboy, I reckon. He dropped his suitcase on the sizable bed and checked the restroom. The tub looked big enough for three people and the shitter had some kind of water fountain looking thing next to it. I bet that’s not for drinking.

He returned to the bedroom proper and took off his hat and boots. His belt and its oversized buckle were carefully laid across the back of the sole armchair in the room. Gabe hopped up onto the bed, unzipped his tight jeans and slithered out of them. His cock ached and he didn’t figure the butler for the sort to help a man relieve himself.

He tugged his drawers down to his knees and took his cock in his hand. It was big enough, Lord knew he’d heard that from the boys back in San Antonio, but it hadn’t had nearly enough attention lately. He stroked his fingers along his shaft and watched it grow harder. It slowly stiffened beneath his steady fingering. In a few more moments it was hard and full in his fist. He leaned back against the headboard and closed his eyes. His hand worked steadily up and down his cock. The skin slipped over his engorged shaft and his palm rubbed the sensitive area around the tip.

His left hand reached for his sack and he massaged his balls between his fingers and his palm. He rubbed the skin below his sack with soft swirls. He sighed in pleasure and anticipation. The hand on his cock stroked faster.

Gabe groped for his foot with his left hand and tugged a sock free. The right hand kept pumping up and down his meat.

“Ahhh,” he gasped. His whole body shivered. He cupped the sock over the tip of his cock and let his cum squirt into it. He stroked a few more times and wiped himself clean with the sock before tossing it to the floor beside the bed. Let the butler deal with that.

He lay aback against the bed and pulled his drawers back up. His still swollen cock flopped over and left the drawers with a massive bulge. He climbed off the bed and went to the curtains on the far wall. They pulled back to reveal a double door and a dusty hillside beyond. The barn will be on down the hill out of sight and the landing pad around to the left.

He nodded his head and went to get some pants on. Now that the tension was gone, he should see about getting to work.

***

Gabe sat on the four-wheeler and watched the helicopter swoop in toward the mansion. It was the same chopper that had brought him on Monday, painted blue and gold in the Brighton Technologies company colors. The rotors blew up a devil of a dust storm as it settled to the ground.

Two figures emerged and walked toward the house. Gabe goosed the throttle of the four-wheeler and sped up the hill to meet his new boss.

He parked outside the door and let himself in through the same door the boss had taken. He heard voices deeper in the building.

“…have you told the new boy about my condition?” A strange voice asked.

Gabe stopped and listened.

“No, Master. I would never dare tell anyone without your consent,” the butler said.

“You’re a good man, George. I’ll lock myself in my chambers before nightfall. Tell the new boy I’m not feeling well and will speak to him in the morning.”

The voices were moving further way and he could only barely make out the butler’s response: “Very good, Master. Good luck.”

What the hell is going on here? Gabe rubbed his chin, but waited for them to move away. No sense poking his nose in where it wasn’t wanted.

***

Gabe woke to the pounding on his door. He scrambled out of bed and rushed to the door. “What is it?”

George’s eyes were wide and he looked afraid for his life. “Have you been out of your room since dinner?”

Gabe shook his head. “I read for an hour and went to sleep.” He noticed the strange looking pistol in George’s hand. His eyes narrowed. “What’s going on? Why do you have a gun?”