Brad managed to evade the lazy slap, which the giant delivered in lackluster fashion without his full attention. He buzzed a safe distance and waited until Matteo returned to a relaxing position on the poolside lounge before he flew closer again.
He had just landed on the giant's bare, muscular shoulder when two shadows draped over them.
Paul and Ivan, smiling from the back door, asked Matteo to join them in the house. With no immediate plans, Matteo accepted the invitation and got to his feet. The tiny fly-man went with him and crossed the threshold as a tiny, unnoticed passenger on Matteo’s bare left shoulder. The sudden invitation, accepted without hesitation, had caught the drowsy little bug-man off guard. Before he knew what was really happening, he had been carried inside the home and the sliding glass door onto the patio had slid closed, cutting off any immediate exit.
Not that Brad wanted to depart. Not yet.
Brad had never been inside the home and curiosity got the best of him. His presence hadn’t been noticed, so he stayed put on Matteo’s broad, muscular shoulder as the tour took in a state-of-the-art kitchen, a surprisingly cozy but luxurious living room and then a detour into the bedroom.
Paul conducted a brief tour as Ivan lingered back with Matteo.
The instant the men stepped over the threshold and into the bedroom, a strange scent attracted Brad’s alert senses. If anything, the urgent aroma proved even more intense than the coconut-scented tanning oil that Matteo had slathered all over his muscular torso a few hours earlier. As the exotic scent tantalized the little bug-man’s hyperactive senses, a new distraction presented itself.
Paul, in a forthright suggestion, announced that he and Ivan enjoyed inviting an occasional third participant into their bedroom.
Matteo didn’t miss a beat. “Is that so?”
“We’ve already discussed it,” Paul continued. “And if it makes you at all uncomfortable…”
“It doesn’t,” Matteo interjected with a soft chuckle. “Not at all.”
A dark shadow fell over Brad’s spot on the hunk’s shoulder. He flew off before Ivan’s hand could land lightly in the very spot that had housed the tiny fly only an instant ago.
“Let’s get comfortable,” Ivan suggested, letting his hand linger.
His husband sidled along Matteo’s other side, prompting a grin from Matteo as he quickly made a snap but accurate assessment. He shucked off his shorts and thong underwear.
Ivan’s hand tightened reflexively on Matteo’s shoulder until Matteo took the hand and removed it, gently.
“Why don’t you work on me and your hubby?”
Paul unfastened his belt and pushed his pants and boxers to the floor.
“I think that’s a great idea.”
As a tiny fly buzzed the scene in loopy, meandering circles, Ivan went down and alternated between some stalwart servicing of his spouse’s familiar cock and Matteo’s new and impressive manhood.
As Brad viewed the progress of the threesome taking place in the bedroom, he grew incredibly horny. The arousal caused a normal sense of caution to grow slightly hazy and foggy. He also picked up that strange scent again. It seemed even stronger...
The tiny fly flew speedily from room to room, his bug brain pinpointing the source of the intoxicating smell and making a bee-line, or rather a fly-line, to the source.
Brad flew over a row of potted plants on a windowsill. He wasn’t interested in houseplants, but the fly’s brain seemed oddly fascinated by the aroma thick in the air, so much so that, albeit reluctantly, he turned back and flew closer. At close range, he saw green stalks with odd flowers attached at the tips. Or maybe they were more like hinged pods, bordered with a fringe of wiry green filaments. The underside of each leaf showed a velvet-like red surface lined with assorted bristles. He failed to notice the marker on the side of the pot that featured a single word: "Audrey."
Pearls of nectar formed on the red surfaces and glistened as Brad buzzed his wings and hovered overhead. He dipped and let his tiny feet touch down on the red carpet, but his reception wasn’t at all welcoming.
His bumbling travels over the leaf triggered sensitive hairs into triggering the neighboring leaf. In a split second, the trap was sprung. Both leaves closed in a mere tenth of a second, shocking Brad with an action that, for him, seemed instantaneous.
The bigger shock came when he tried to wiggle free of the strange trap. The row of wiry filaments looked more like interlocking green teeth that transformed the connected leaves into a cozy green prison cell.
Not only could he not get free, the pod seemed to be closing, squeezing tighter around him.
"What the hell?" Brad buzzed and tried to push through a space between two jagged green serrations.
"Help!" Buzz-Buzz!
From a distance, he heard loud grunts and groans, a reminder of what was taking place in another part of the house.
He tried again. "Help!" Buzz-Buzz!