BLACKMALE (PART 8) (HS, T/T, INTERR, ORAL)
BLACKMALE (Part 8) BY: MOORE
Jake Dickman said goodbye to his accountant and cradled the phone shaking his head. Business was off. Not bad, but not as good as last year. Losing Richard was a blow, no pun intended Jake chuckled to himself. Jake knew his business, the procurement and entertainment business. Jake procured teenage boys for the entertainment of his adult, male adult, clientele. The bookstore made money selling hetero, gay and lesbian books, tapes, magazines and assorted sex toys and devices. The real money, the big money was made in the well appointed lounges and glory holes -- by appointment only please -- located in the back of the shop.
Jake had invested a large amount of money in state of the art audio and video systems for the pleasure of his clients. well concealed lo-light video cameras with utra-sensitive mikes throughout and a computerized system to manage it all were for Jake's use. The system allowed Jake to see and hear and tape everything that was happening.... everywhere in his shop. Jake's personal library featured quite a number of well known Chicago figures. The business demanded discretion on his part and the library was never used for monetary gain, only as an insurance policy. Only once in the past four years had he needed to use the insurance.
Jake considered himself to be a model employer. His small group of employees were volunteers, gay boys who wanted or needed to be used by men. Occasionaly Jake would help a young teen to recognize and accept the fact that he was gay. That his place in life, simply put, was on his knees, naked, with a hard cock in his mouth or ass. Jake paid no wages, but rarely lost an employee. The fringe benfits of working in his glory holes and lounges, sucking and being fucked by many different men, was compensation enough. After a time his best employees became insatiable, veritable slaves to cock. But no matter how much they begged, Jake would not allow his teenage boys to work during school hours.
Almost at a glance, Jake could sense the hidden desires within a teenage boy. Like the good looking white boy examining the display of cock rings and collars. The kid had been coming in most afternoons for the past week. Jake's gaydar told him that with the right encouragement, the right opportunity, the kid had the makings of a first class cock hound. Not as good as Richard maybe, but Richard was unique.
Most of Jake's boys were strictly one-on-one cocksuckers. They'd work anonomously in the glory holes for an hour or two, suck off the dicks that came through the hole, and leave. No ass fucking or gang bangs. A few boys liked to work the lounges where he could service one or more customers at a time with his mouth and ass.
And then there was Richard. Jake had his kid brother Reggie to thank for Richard. Reggie had come into the shop to pick up a collar explaining how the team mascot needed a reminder that he belonged to the team. Jake knew all about Reggie's team mascot. Reggie used Jake's back rooms when the mascot was going to be gang banged by the entire team.... like a Saturday afternoon, after the team won a big game.
Richard, naked except for his collar, was led uncomplaining into glory hole #2 and immediately dropped to his knees. He proceeded to suck each football player cock that came through the hole. A number of Jake's regular customers came in, saw the action, slapped a twenty on the counter, and made good use of the talented mouth too. Behind the counter, Jake plugged in his earpiece and watched through the video monitor as Richard eagerly sucked cock after cock and swallowed load after load. He listened to Richard moaning in pleasure as each hard dick was rammed into his sucking mouth. He listened to Richard gulping and gurgling as cock after cock creamed his mouth and face.
Jake was not surprised when Richard came back to the store later that evening.... wearing the collar. The cum covered cocksucking kid from the afternoon smiled broadly and said thank you -- when Jake told him he could use #2 again. It was not a particularly busy night, the weather having turned colder, but Jake directed a dozen paying customers to the cock hungry teen in #2.
From time to time during the evening Jake switched on his monitor to watch Richard at work. Face pressed hard up against the plywood panel, the kid worked hard to get every inch of dickmeat he could deep into his mouth. Richard used the time between customers to collect and savor whatever cum had escaped from his mouth -- clinging to his face and body, pooling on the floor or dripping down the glory hole walls.
Jake locked up after the last customer, dimmed the lights and walked back to the now open door to #2. Richard, still on his knees, was busily using his tongue to capture the cum from around his mouth. The last guy had hosed Richard's face with an enormous load of thick, creamy, pungent spunk.
Jake led Richard to the bathroom to wash his cum crusted body and take a leak before leaving. Richard, unwashed, came out of the bathroom holding three shit stained, cum filled condums. Richard was sucking on one of the discarded condums as Jake let him out the back door.
Richard became a weekend and school vacation days regular. Jake limited his activity at first to working glory hole #2, cock sucking only. After a couple of weeks Jake felt he was ready for glory hole #1 where he could get his ass fucked through one hole while sucking cock through another. By mid-winter Richard was working the lounges and by late spring, he was working in the bar Jake owned a few blocks away.
Jake had purchased the bar and the building that housed it from the city for only the unpaid real estate taxes. The bar catered primarily to truckers, but Jake planned to renovate the property to appeal to a more upscale and members only crowd. The main bar area, plush and intimate, would serve only the finest liquors, imported beer and champagne. The large room directly behind the bar for private parties and the viewing entertainment of his patrons. Upstairs, on the second floor, three small luxury suites to accomodate overnight guests.
Jake kept the bar open while the second floor was under construction. He had the space behind the bar cleaned up and had a large one-way-mirror installed so that the bar patrons could watch whatever was going on in the Arena, as it came to be known. Jake figured that the bar's current customers might enjoy watching his gay boys perform in the Arena while they drank. To Jake's surprise and profit, the trucker's not only loved watching the homos, as they called them, they wanted to participate. Business boomed, a certain Chief of Police got greedy, the bar was raided and Jake lost Richard.
Jake looked over to the white boy who now had a studded cock ring in his hand and a pulsing erection in his shorts. The kids gonna cum in his pants from holding a cock ring, Jake thought. Could this be another Richard?
Richard had been working in the lounges which comfortably held six people. Accustomed as he was to servicing 25 football players, lounge work was an appetizer. Richard liked to be watched and he needed to be humiliated. When Jake explained the Arena set up at the bar Richard eagerly agreed. The thought of a bar full of truckers watching him suck dick and take it up the ass, being used, sounded good to Richard.
The Arena proved to be a big hit with the truckers. Word of mouth brought a good crowd every show night. The night of the police raid started like all others. Jake had booked a party of 50 fraternity guys, luckily they left before the raid, and a dozen or so truckers filled the smallish bar. Richard liked to be led into the bar area by a leash attached to his collar. Naked or wearing a tiny thong, which hardly covered his erection, he walked once around the bar before dropping to his knees to crawl into the Arena. Contentment never left his face as hoots and cheers, slut, pig, faggot, scum bag and the like washed over him.
Various toys were scattered about the Arena. Richard was particularly fond of two extra large black rubber cocks, complete with balls that were filled with a cum-like cream. He liked to push one cock up his ass and one cock down his throat. A gently squeeze on the balls would release rivers of cream. On the rare times when no customers wanted to join Richard in the Arena, Jake would send in one of his other gay boys. The two of them would suck and fuck each other to the delight of the audience. Usually though, customers lined up for a turn in the Arena. No small number of macho, homophobic straight guys got a first taste of dick and cum in the Arena.
On the night of the raid, the fraternity boys wasted no time. Five of them pushed into the Arena, cuffed Richard's hands behind his back, put him on his knees and told him to use his mouth and teeth to open their pants if he wanted any cock. The audience roared with laughter as Richard worked like a mad man until finally he had all five dicks exposed. But the frat boys weren't done yet. They pushed Richard on his back, put his legs over his head and pushed on his ass until an inch or two of his dripping cock entered his mouth. The frat boys took turns fucking Richard's upturned ass hole, filling it with cum, as Richard was forced to satisfy his cocksucker mouth with his own cock. New groups of five continued the assault until Richard's ass hole was a gaping, frothy mess. The final two frat boys easily managed to sink their dicks side by side into the wide open, cum slick hole.
Richard lowered his legs as three truckers replaced the departed frat boys in the Arena. Raised to his knees, Richard lunged forward for the cocks so close to his mouth while a third cock was lining up for a shot at as well used ass hole. And that's how the police found him when the bar was raided. Two dicks in his mouth and a dick in his ass.
Jake was enraged by the police raid. He had an arrangement with the Chief of Police to protect his business from just this sort of thing. The Chief wanted to renegotiate, as he put it, the financial terms of the arrangement since Jake was doing so well. The two of them had been discussing the Chief's demands for several weeks. The raid was the Chief's way of saying, pay up or I shut you down.
Jake carefully considered his options before calling the Chief to set up a meeting to resolve their differences. The day before the meeting, Jake reviwed his video library, his insurance policy. He quickly found the tape that he wanted and printed a single frame which he slipped into a plain white envelope. He also called his youngest looking boy to join him at the next days' meeting with the Chief of Police.
Promptly at 10:00 am, Jake and his associate were ushered in to the Chief's office. Neither man mentioned the police raid and after exchanging the usual courtesies, Jake sat quietly as the Chief began to dictate the terms of a new arrangement. When the Chief finished talking, he smiled at the gorgeous associate, wrote a number on a piece of paper, folded it in half, and passed it accross his desk to Jake. Without a word and without looking at the Chief's paper, Jake calmy withdrew a plain white envelope from his suit pocket and placed it on the Chief's desk.
The Chief, secure in his powerful bargaining position, looked at the contents of Jake's plain white envelope, gasped once, turned ashen and sank deep into his chair. A small photograph fell from his hand to land face up on the desk.
The photo was of a man sitting in a straight backed chair. The man was naked. Kneeling on either side of the man were two very young looking naked boys. The boys were looking at each other, their lips almost touching around the man's large and very erect penis. The man's bearded face in profile, partly in shadow, was somewhat distorted by what appeared to be a large object embedded in his mouth. Hanging below the man's chin was a wrinkled skin-like sack.
At a prearranged signal, Jake's associate rose to stand before the fallen Chief of Police. The boy extended his hand and gently touched the Chief's tightly pursed lips. Opening his eyes to the beautiful boy before him, the Chief was powerless. His hands reached up to unbutton and remove the boy's white shirt, exposing his smooth, hairless chest. While the Chief was licking and kissing the succulent young flesh, the boy opened the snap and pulled down the zipper of his loose fitting khakis -- they fell silently to his feet -- leaving the boy, who wore no underwear, naked.
The Chief of Police, drawn by the unmistakable and to him, irresistable, aroma of young boy, fell to his knees and burried his face in the boy's crotch. First one, then the other, then both of the boy's hairless testicles found their way into the Chief's mouth. Experienced as he was in the needs of older men, the boy stepped out of his fallen khakis and spread his legs, allowing the Chief access to the musky region behind his balls and up to his anus. The Chief bathed the area with his tongue, taste buds alive from the salty accumulation of the boys sweat.
Experienced as he was in the arousal of young boys, the Chief sought and found a precious drop of precum which he lovingly sipped from the silky tip of the boy's penis. Trembling with lust, the Chief guided the flared head of the turgid organ to his open mouth, paused to circle the glans with his tongue, and hungrily swallowed all eight inches of steely hard, young boy cock.
The end came quickly as the well trained teen thrust several times, hard, into the boy lover. He grunted once and spermed the cocksucker's mouth. He grunted again and spermed all over the cocksucker's face.
As Jake had instructed the boy didn't linger, but recovered his cock, dressed and left the office. The Chief was left with a mouth full of cum, a throbbing erection and Jake.
Jake picked up the photograph, returned it to the plain white envelope and handed it to the Chief of Police; whose powerful bargaining position was somewhat diminished. From his knees, cum dripping down his face, the Chief quickly agreed to Jake's terms for a new arrangement.