Baby's Balls Chapter 7
After he left I called Romeo, he came around right away.
We talked; he wanted me to leave the hotel NOW. He helped get all of my stuff together and in a cab.
"Go to this address, ask for Jacko and don't call Rio again until we talk again."
The building in Greenwich Village was an old apartment house, Jacko was a Spaniard. Good-looking, slender in hipster clothes. He put me in his guest room. It looked out onto a frazzled garden with beat up chairs.
I hadn't cried much over Enrique, it had to come but right now I was scared and confused. But Romeo said with Jacko I'd be off the grid, nameless, faceless, a void. He'd given Jacko some money for the room I didn't know how much but "It's taken care off," to me in front of Jacko.
The bed was ok so I tried to sleep. In the dark later Enrique washed over me I lost it for a sometime.
7
I was at Jacko's for a few days hardly leaving my room when Romeo came by. He was worried about me and he would have to leave the US soon. He wasn't `working' so his VISA would end as would mine. He was to return to Milan at first after that he didn't know. He reminded me that returning to Rio was an unknown since the rather odd behavior of the man Paulo. He would return in a day or so.
I called Johann P; he asked if I wanted to come to Berlin. He would be able to deal with German immigration to give me time to make decisions. I could stay with him. I called Romeo, he thought it would be okay and he would know where I was. He'd make an airline booking; we'd need to get to JFK.
Romeo booked us together on an early morning flight to Paris then we'd split. He picked me up and we checked in. Romeo told me the US checks all passengers coming and going and we might be on security terrorism watch lists. I got it! We would stay separate at JFK.
"If they get me leave quietly, no rushing. Get a cab back to Manhattan. Either go back to Jacko's, the US won't hold me long I can't tell them anything or get a train at Penn Station for Montreal. Once there go to the airport and get a flight to Paris. Canada doesn't check like America. I will call Jacko and if you are not there I will go to Paris at least. I had his number in my phone.
He told me to sit down the concourse but to watch for him to wave me forward to board.
He was outside the gate when 6 men in dark clothing surrounded him. They cuffed him and held against a wall. I got up, grabbed my carry-on and walked back to the terminal slowly away from all that. Out front I got a cab to Manhattan. I asked the driver to take me to Penn Station.
There was a nice lady at the ticket window that got me on a train to Montreal leaving in an hour. She made sure I had my passport, we were good.
I called the travel agency whose name was on my Paris ticket, booked a flight from Montreal to Paris for the wee hours of tomorrow.
I boarded Amtrak, no problems. It was over ten hours to go; I slept nothing else to do. I rode a bus to Trudeau Airport, my flight on time in two hours.
Air France was nice to me, window seat with pillow and blanket. I closed in again, curled up for hours. At Charles DeGaulle the Douaniers had no problem with me as a tourist.
Air France had my bags from my aborted New York flight. I asked at information about trains to Berlin. I hopped a bus to Gare de L'Est; I booked a seat to Berlin via Frankfort. I found a corner to park myself to wait out the three hours. Once on the train we zoomed across the landscape, a quick change in Frankfort and on to Berlin. At the Hauptbahnhof I called Johann P. He was surprised that I was at the train station.
I was knackered after all the travel, Johann put me in a nice room, got me a hot chocolate. I was asleep in minutes.
The Latino cop and the suited DA Rodgers weren't bored that's for sure. I had them on the edge of their chairs. They asked a few questions which I didn't know the answers for. They brought in coffee, Gawd, they had to be hard men to drink this shit. I put it aside.
Johann talked with me about Enrique. He could see I cared for him but I hadn't a clue about his businesses. I was his companion and occasional ornament and lover period.
Johann's apartment near the Zoo and Tiergarten was splendid, plush! I had an ensuite room that was quite nice and comfy. Large chairs to snuggle in and a big TV.
We spent time together, movies and some touristy things for me. I tried not to bother him and be self-sufficient but I couldn't boil an egg. I hadn't enough life experience to know how to take care of myself. I was fourteen, I could fuck! That was all!
Johann had lots of friends, he was suave with the ladies but I was cramping his style as the cute teen girl houseguest. It was nearly six weeks when I was astounded by a call from Romeo. He had been released by US Government and was in Paris. I told him about living in Johann's apartment, we made plans for me to go to Paris. Romeo had a safe place and a job with a security company.
I told Johann I had a friend in Paris who would put me up for a while and I'd stayed too long as his guest. I thanked him for being so hospitable and caring. He seemed okay with it all.
I got a train for Paris with Johann's help and was gone in three days. Romeo sent me his address and a key.
The cab driver helped me in with my bags on Rue Racine just up from Place de L'Odeon. A third floor walkup, I gave the driver a nice tip. The key worked fine. It was small place, one bedroom with a big sofa, tiny kitchen, minuscule shower. It did have several large windows facing south into the courtyard.
I left everything in my bags, sitting waiting for Romeo. He hugged me; he was pleased to see me. He made dinner quickly, soup, bread and fruit. A bit of red wine for me too! Nice!
He wanted me to have the bed but I pointed out I was smaller and could fit the sofa. He didn't have to work the next day so we sat to discuss our arrangements. I put my cards on the table by undressing to naked. He drew me close not surprised that I wasn't a true female. He laughed when I asked if I upset him, "No Baby, I am gay!" He carried me to the bed. I had seven fat inches in my mouth and pussyass. Romeo was a gentle loving sex partner.
I was treated to a powerful and pleasurable fuck, deep stroking's inside my boycunt. By the time Romeo had orgasmed we were sweaty but comfortable with each other. A wash-up was fun but not easy in the tiny bathroom. In a short skirt and cutoff top we dined at a Greek restaurant a few blocks away towards the Sorbonne.
We passed lots of young people, students and others attracted to Paris' Rive Gauche lifestyle. We fit in well. We window shopped strolling home arms around each other. We had a sort of honeymoon time. I tried to cook, burning a few things but Romeo was always nice about it. I did succeed better at going to the laundry, doing wash was a lower skill I could conquer more quickly.
The local green grocer, an Algerian couple, helped my French as I shopped. She was sweet giving me several vegetable dishes to try that were simple. Success! Dinner worked best when Romeo and I worked together.
I tried hard to get my French to a place I could get along by myself. I met an American in our apartment building; she was going to the Sorbonne for a fine arts degree. We talked in French, she was amazingly fluent, she gave me accent and vocabulary hints, I cleaned her small rooms and did some shopping too.
Romeo worked long hours as a security guard mostly at a newspaper office so I had a lot of time on my own. I walked around the district looking at the sights, trying my French, watching the Seine flow pass. My nights were passionate times with Romeo's hard cock. Every night he would lift my nightie to play with my body, enjoying my growing titties. His cock entering me gave me pleasure; I adored how I was opened each time, gently and when ready thoroughly fucked. Falling asleep in his arms.
I had only a two weeks of hormones left, I needed to find a doctor. I used the American lady's laptop to search for a neighborhood doctor who might be right for me. On the American's advice I went to a clinic first to see if they could recommend someone. A young woman doctor gave me a brief exam and looked at what I'd put in as my medical history. She could prescribe the hormones but I should see a specialist for more complete care. She got me an appointment at one nearby.
The specialist gave me another exam once he had questioned me for some time about my current status in France, how I was living and with whom, etc... He then spent some time between my legs, a bit creepy after a while. I didn't have a good feeling stuck up in the stirrups. He wanted to give me a hormone boost shot. I wasn't sure but said okay. I fell asleep with my legs in the air.
For the second time I had been taken away. I must give off victim or at powerless feelings. I again awoke in a bed, connected this time to the bedframe by a chain on my ankle. I puked onto the floor beside the bed, dizzy and scared together. The room wasn't big and very dim. An armoire against the far wall and a closed door beside
I was alone for some time, sleeping my only activity. A large woman came to wake me, was disgusted by my mess. She called out and a boy in small shorts came in, he was slapped and berated. She left as the boy came to clean up. He refused to speak to me. The woman returned after my mess was gone, cleaning smells in the still air.
Her bulk deposited on the end of the bed, I was told I was working for her as a whore. She had oddly accented English but spoke well. I would have customers six days a week but be restrained in my movements. I would be beaten if I attempted to do anything not allowed. What was not allowed was not explained but seemed obvious.
The armoire opened to clothes which I was made to try on. Three dresses fit tolerably well, one pair of heels. Makeup, stockings, etc... would be provided soon.
I had come down in the world of boygirl whores! Nothing like Rio.
Sitting on the edge of the bed the boy brought a coke and a bowl of pasta covered in coarsely ground parmesan. A large fork and napkin was it. The boy did smile and nod at my request for a glass of water, he was missing a few teeth. I ate carefully, slowly not wanting to throw up again.
Alone for a short time after eating, the woman came back with a box. I was to stand. She handed me a garter belt which fit well, three pairs of black stockings, some thong panties and two baby doll nighties both black.
I was left unlocked from the bed and naked, led by a nipple to a large bathroom. Shower time after an enema she prepared had flushed me several times. The place was very clean, antiseptic even. I was dressed in garter belt, stockings and heels, light make up.
Down a corridor past multiple room doors which were all closed. We descended two flights of stairs to a wide hallway and on into a large drawing room. The bar at one had several men propping it up; others were sitting on various chairs and sofas. Two other girls like me were there both sitting on customers' laps. The madam introduced me to a husky mustachioed fellow in a dreadful striped suit; he drew me onto his legs.
Rough fingers slid over me, whiskey breath and the scratchy fabric on my bum cheeks weren't a good start. I winced as he found my nipples fun to pull on. He had a conversation in a language I didn't know with the woman; she accepted folded money from him. I was led back up the stairs to my room.
He wasn't a Valentino! I was forced to suck his not very well washed cock, it was quite thick but I performed. It was dripping wet when I was more or less tossed onto the bed. Kneeling facing away from as he wanted, I was spread and eaten. A big insistent tongue dug into my pussyass, swirled over my small balls and cock. He kept licking as he lowered his pants. I was stuck on the end of that fat cock, he forced his way in. I pressed back to make it easier, to reduce an injury. No condom.
Once inside he fucked me roughly, saying things I didn't understand, slapping my pussy cheeks a lot before cumming on my back. He again licked my twat ending in a kiss there. He stood up pulling his pants closed. Another bit of folded money was left beside me on the bed. Alone I looked at the money, Portuguese. I put it back folded on the duvet.
The woman came in hurriedly looking at me then the money. I acted as if it wasn't mine and she grabbed it up. Before she departed I was allowed to pee and wash then locked up. Nothing to do but sit, a chill got me under the covers; I left the shoes, etc... in the armoire.
A slender boygurl woke me leaning over, "Are you French?" No but I had been in Paris. She understood my French but then asked me in English where I was from?
"I'm American but also Brazilian." She smiled, she was English from Yorkshire. Nice small boobs, narrow hips, uncut boyclit with small balls too. Pale skin, full lower lip, we kissed, she dropped off her slippers and robe and joined me in bed.
We hugged, smooth bodies, Clementine was her name, `Cle" to everyone. "When each girl comes they are locked like you gradually the madam trusts. There's no way out from this floor, no windows or doors to the outside. On the lower levels there are many guards and workers watching." Cle said she was watching for ways out, three months she'd been here. We cuddled and spoke in quiet tones about the customers and the routines. Madam found us together; I could see Cle wasn't worried at all so I was cool. Madam asked her to go back to her room. I was told that being friendly with the others was fine, never neglect a customer though. OK.
She called out. The boy brought in a lamp, a small table, a chair and a sort of wardrobe thing for men to place clothes they removed.
She looked at me carefully then sat at the head of the bed beside me opening her bodice. I was gently drawn to a large nipple in a dark aureole. I sucked as she wanted her hand soft on my back; I was told that someone other than her owned me and the other boygirls. If I worked without fuss things would be better for all. She knew it was difficult to adapt but there was no other path for now.
I cradled her breast in my right hand as I suckled on; my left stroked her upper arm. We stayed as we were for a while, I slept. Marj woke me, "Little one I have to leave." She kissed me when I was told her name.
Shortly the boy came in, got naked, and climbed in next to me, quietly against my ear, "Jaime!" He pressed against me, a quick kiss he ducked down under the covers. He licked my boyclit and sucked it. He was doing it softly, tonguing my balls too. Warm hands caressed me, my fingers in his wild curly coppery hair. Jaime kept on, we both enjoyed his work, finding I wasn't going to cum he popped up. Kissing we hugged; his English was limited but he made it clear he would do that for me any time. I returned the favor on his immature sex and empty ball sac. He tasted musky but clean. I enjoyed him but he wanted to 69 so we did.
Cle was back, naked in with us. We licked, kissed, caressed and loved all over each body. I ended in between them arms around Cle and Jaime's little cock in my crack. Only Marj coming in ended our tryst. I saw her face in the doorway; she wasn't mad but chased them out. I was taken by surprise as she unlocked me at the ankle. "You have a guest. He likes to visit new girls. He will stay tonight. Go wash, put eye make-up and the red lipstick. A black nightie. I will bring you down in short while."
I was ready when she returned. I stood on the lower floor with my hand held by a nice looking older man. Big mustache on a darkly handsome face. He seemed athletic. We walked upstairs his right hand on my neck lightly. He sat on the chair drawing me between his open legs, close. He opened the nightie to kiss my belly, "Soft! Very nice." A strong Latin accent but good English. He kissed and licked my torso for some few minutes, he was very gentle. Sitting on one thigh, "Dear we will make love several times and my member is large so I wish to open you to prepare your sex."
I helped him undress. A firm muscled body was revealed, his sex was big although flaccid. Thick, uncut with a large helmeted cockhead under the foreskin straining to get out as I lifted it. I bent to kiss it, warm, a nice clean smell. We were naked on the bed, I sucked him, he licked my pussyass. I got him wet to expose the head, mmmmmmmmmm!!! His pre-cum was in large quantity and especially sweet!
He complimented my ass, telling me it was a rare jewel. He mounted me doggie slowly working the thick prick into me. I yielded willingly, opening for good sex I hoped. He was fully in holding a nipple and my boyclit, gently he began to fuck. Long smooth strokes withdrawing completely to re-enter to the root of his cock each time. Oh MY!
Gradually he went to deep penetrating firm thrusts that slapped us together with loud noises filling the small room. He was vocal in another language which didn't sound Latin based. It didn't matter I got that he was enjoying himself.
He remained behind me, pounding away until I could feel his strokes shorten and become faster. I tried throughout to use my pussyass muscles to best effect. He yelled out several things as he ejaculated inside me squeezing me around the hips his face on my back. As he relaxed he had me slide onto my belly as his mattress. His weight was ok that big sex inside me.
"Ah Miss you were quite sensational! It has been a long time for me to enjoy a girl such as yourself with pleasure for me!" I squeezed his cock with my pussyass, a slight wiggle. He chuckled, "Very nice body, you have skills!"
We rested, I offered to lick him clean but he preferred to shower with me. I was washed in a loving manner which I returned. Sitting on a wooden bench he dried my hair, "I am pleased with you Miss! We can sleep or eat which would you like." We decided to eat some. Jaime was called and given instructions. Fruit, cheese, bread and butter and chocolate on a big tray. My guest, Eliseo, cuddled with me the tray at our feet. Feeding each other was sweet. We spooned afterwards that huge cock mashed against my pussyass crack, arms around me.
"When I was a young teen boy I watched my father suck a man behind our house. Both enjoyed it, my father swallowed, kissing the cock thanked the other fellow for more of his delicious cum. I waited for him, he could see I knew. We sat in the sun as he explained he had always done things with men even when he was my age. He loved my mother who had been dead for almost two years from pneumonia. She had known all along and accepted it."
Eliseo played with my boyclit, "I told my father I thought others might be quite upset and he should do it inside the house. He was happy I accepted him. The man was there the next day fucking father. I watched again but they didn't realize it. I knew a man in town, he watched us boys play football in the road and I often saw him on the seawall when we swam. I went to him; I told him I wanted him to suck my cock. He undressed to a bra and panties; he showed me he had no testicles. He sucked me and I fucked him. It was good, he had a soft smooth body.
My father's boyfriend had stayed overnight, in the morning father had rushed off to work. I stood in the kitchen doorway naked. The man had me kneel to take his cock. In my bed he fucked me, it hurt, he wasn't gentle. I chose not to repeat it. I told my father, he said it would take time to enjoy receiving cock."
I pressed back on Eliseo, "Did you ever enjoy taking cock?"
Never, he said he always had been a Top since. Women? He had no wife or girlfriend. He travelled a lot, it wasn't practical. Boys were easier. In the army he had many boys. He chuckled, one time he was being sucked when a young officer appeared; they saw each other and the officer withdrew with lowered eyes. The next day, he went to the officer, taking him several times in his room. He had a soft pussyass, sucked deep and enjoyed the sex inside him. We had sex often away from the barracks. Once at a beach, hours away from the army unit, I saw our major. He had a nice slender body, cute ass in bikini. He was with a young man but clearly not dominate. When I returned to the unit I went to talk to the major. He knelt naked in his office sucking me until I mounted him. Another soft pussy yielded to my big cock. The three of us met at the beach in a hotel, I fucked them both side by side. I had them lick each other clean of me. They enjoyed my using them. I did for over a year, we were separated by our units changing."
Eliseo was becoming engorged with the telling of his stories and my gentle rubbing my ass on his sex. Jaime was called to remove the tray as I was sucking that prick. Jaime leaned over to lick the cock shaft; I held it out for him. He looked at me then Eliseo before engulfing the cockhead. Eliseo asked if he had had sex, Jaime managed a no with a mouthful. I moved the tray, at Eliseo's suggestion lowered Jaime's shorts and licked him. Stabbing deep inside him, wetting the channel as best I could.
Eliseo positioned him on his back as I sucked that big boypussy opener! I licked their respective organs of sex for maximum wetness! I knelt beside them telling Jaime how to use his pussy to make it easier for the prick. He was in pain as the head managed its entrance; I kept the area wet spitting on Eliseo's shaft. Gradually it made the hole expand and Jaime was filled with the cock. I kissed him, he wanted to suck me. I leaned over to give him access. Eliseo surprised me with a nice kiss.
The fuck was very restrained by Eliseo, slow moving but going in the maximum depth. Jaime's pussyass gave considerable stimulus to Eliseo and the fuck didn't last as long as with me the cum was pumped into that cute little butt. They kissed, Jaime thanking him for opening him.
We lay together for a while then another shower. A blonde boygirl was drinking pee in the shower from a small dark haired man but we didn't disturb them. The enema equipment was there so I cleaned out Jaime. Back in bed three of us snuggled happy.
Later Marj had come looking for Jaime, he had to go. She spoke to Eliseo in what I assumed was Portuguese. He told me she wanted money for Jaime's cherry.
We slept close, warm, sated. In the morning Jaime brought coffee and hard rolls with butter. He pulled off his shorts and climbed in with us. We had a nice, happy breakfast.
Eliseo said he would be back to see me again soon.
Marj wasn't mad at me. Eliseo had paid, all was good. She didn't re-lock me. Jaime, Cle and I were pals!
What now? I didn't want to stay here. But I had nothing! All I owned and my passport, my identity were gone.