Copyright 2005 Jordan Rivers
Disclaimer: Don't read this if you aren't into hot kinky gay sex! The main character is eighteen years old, so if you are offended by that, please don't read. Please respect this story as my property.
"Oh yeah, Daddy!" Kester moaned, as Master James plundered the perfect ass of the famous boy pornstar. Any red-blooded male would kill to be in James' shoes now. The Asian bottom boy was just able to accommodate James' 10-inch shaft, as his tight anal ring grasped the slithering, thick meat pounding in and out of him.
"Yesss!" James moaned, blasting Kester's hot insides with glob after glob of white, sticky cum. The bottom boy bucked and squealed.
James climbed off him and began to clean himself up. They were in his house, but had not made it far enough to the bedroom. They couldn't wait, and had been rutting on the kitchen table. Kester managed to slide himself off it and retrieved a tissue to sccop up the white liquid oozing out of his buttocks and down his thighs.
Kester was the most famous boy pornstar on the planet. Only just turned eighteen years old, he was already a wet dream in the mind of many gay men. To get a piece of Kester's ass was to find heaven. The bottom boy had one of the hottest, tightest butts around, with bronzed thighs and gorgeous calves, and he was possibly the greatest cocksucker in the world.
Only eighteen, he had already starred in many underground movies, having dressed up as an altar boy, schoolboy and leather houseboy. Kester was the ultimate bottom boy, having been bound, gagged and spanked -- he had indulged in many kinky sex acts and sick fantasies that especially old men had about him. He held a gangbang that must have been a record, for having been fucked sixty-seven times in a single day. Anyone who recognised him off the street was soon enjoying the warmth of the boy's tight, fabulous ass, hot mouth and flexible body, because Kester was a whore.
James Masters was another pornstar, or "Master James" as his show-name went. He was now about forty years old, yet still was as muscled and fit as someone in his twenties. He had been an adult performer and celebrity for more than half his life, and by now had established himself as the premier leather master in the country. His pride was his rock-hard, ten inch cock that was incredibly thick, and capable of cumming half a dozen times a day. His film resume involved many bondage and domination movies, with leather and latex a key theme. He now owned his own company, "Black Studios", and had contracted Kester exclusively there. The howls of the other producers were deafening when he'd made that deal.
It was a match made in heaven -- the most dominant, big-cocked man in the country and the youngest, submissive boy slut. They were now living together and it was common knowledge around gay circles that they were probably the most explosive sex couple going around, fucking at least half a dozen times a day.
"Kester, put these on," James flung him a tiny leather g-string. "We're going out to the 10-Inch Club today, and I want to show that perfect Asian butt off." James tossed him a small leather jacket and gestured to the boots on the ground. "It's a warm night, you'll be fine."
Kester pulled the boots on, lacing them around his calves. The jacket didn't come low enough to cover his waist, leaving his ass and legs bared. The g-string was incredibly tight, hugging the pouch of his genitals but the string becoming almost invisible as it went right between the famous buttocks. James patted him on the ass.
"There's my boy." James himself was kitted out in a leather harness, criss-crossing straps over his broad chest. He wore leather tights that had a big zipper at the front, and Kester knew that was going to be open soon enough.
Inside the 10-Inch Club, it was fairly subdued. It wasn't a huge club, owing to its name -- men of less than ten inches were not permitted in. Kester was clearly an exception, for any club would have bent over backwards to make sure the little submissive pornstar was admitted. The clientele in here was extremely rich. Only the wealthiest gay men in the world could afford to come here.
James could feel every eye on them as men turned their heads to see the eighteen year-old bottom boy. It wasn't hard to imagine the boy naked -- after all, he had starred in dozens of films already, and likely many were imagining him yelping and gasping in his usual style right now.
For Kester it was paradise -- every cock in here ten inches or more!
"Alright!" James said. "I'm sure you know who we both are. For good news, this hot little butt" here, he gave Kester's derriere a slap, "is open for business. For bad news, it's going to cost you ten thousand dollars a pop. It'll also cost you a thousand dollars for a blowjob. After all, he has to be one of the best cocksuckers going around. After an hour I'm going to only take orders for his ass, so I'll have to ball gag him. One hour cocksucking, two hours fucking, and the last hour will be in the dungeon room."
James was cleaning up with the offers he got. Soon Kester's mouth was full of cock -- all big ones! The bottom boy had trouble fitting some of them in, but he was certainly the tightest and warmest mouth going around as he knelt and obediently sucked every cock presented to him. His lips stretched obscenely around the huge shafts, as load after load was emptied into his steaming mouth. Ropes of cum covered his face in no time.
After having his nose buried in other men's crotches for an hour, James pulled him upright. "You whore!" he said. "Fourteen in one hour. You've gotta be good to get those guys to cum that fast. Now open wide." Kester obediently opened his mouth to accept the bright red ball gag, strapped tightly behind his head. He shook his head and mewled. James placed his hands on Kester's waist and kissed him on the forehead.
"Let's go into another room, my famous little slut. Here the fun begins."
Kester was led to a dank, dark room. It was fairly big, and had a gym mat in the centre of it. James sat down on a leather chair, and patted his lap. "I want to take you first. Come over here, Kester."
The ball-gagged Kester walked over to where James was seated, and lost his g-string straight away. Soon his little pornstar body was sitting demurely in James' lap. James put an arm around the boy's shoulders and drew him close. "Put your legs on either side of my waist. I want you to ride me," he whispered.
The hot little bottom boy nodded silently in his bright red ball gag. As he placed his legs on either side, James grasped his waist firmly in both hands. Having unzipped his own pants to bare his full, glorious erection and heavy balls, James thrust cleanly into Kester's firm tight buttcheeks. Kester's eyes grew wide and he hugged James' neck as his master thrust his enormous meat in and out of Kester's pornstar buttocks.
"Mmmm^Åthat's good, as always," James smiled, as Kester's tight body bounced up and down in his lap. He pulled Kester fully down until he was buried to the hilt, all ten inches inside the most famous anus in the country. Even after the thousands of fucks his ass must have endured, Kester's buttocks were amazingly firm, tight and rounded, and his rectal canal was still the stretchiest but tightest around. "You're such a naughty little slut." Impaled and gagged as he was, Kester could only mewl and muffled squeals were all James was rewarded with.
Bang! James exploded inside Kester for the second time in the day. The boy's tight rectum accepted the monster cock's offerings as James slid out of the hot chute reluctantly.
For the next hour, Kester's tight little ass got a workout. This time it was seven fucks, all enormous, huge monster cocks that filled the twink pornstar to the brim in the space of an hour. Ball-gagged, Kester's squeals were muffled each time someone plunged his hard, fat cock into his squirming ass. His ravaged buttocks maintained their tight, firm state and it was no wonder in the end that Kester had become such a famous star.
"Now to the dungeon," James announced, and they made their way to the next room. Here, Kester's abilities as a smooth leather twink were called into action, as he wore a collar and harness. Wrist and anklets were also attached to him, and then nipple clips were brandished, and the still-ball-gagged boy squealed. The nipple clips were attached to a long chain, which James tugged on.
"Anyone want the whore's attention, just tug on these. Kester, my little slut, come over here." James patted a large wooden frame. "Bend over it."
Kester bent over at the waist, his buttocks raised high in the air. He could touch his toes quite easily, as his waist rested lightly on the wooden apparatus. His ankles were locked into a leg-spreader at the foot of the contraption, and soon straps around his knees secured his legs totally to the frame.
"Now now, Kester, you're not bending over totally." James waved an admonishing finger. He showed Kester a short chain, and attached it to the beautiful boy's collar. Then, after much pulling and tugging, he snapped it onto the centre of the leg-spreader. Kester was now bent over as tight as any human could possibly be.
James rolled a winch and the leg-spreader and frame widened, drawing Kester's legs further apart. The ball-gagged pornstar squealed in protest. James grinned and drew it even wider. Until his boy's legs were spread a metre and a half apart, still ramrod straight. He loved Kester's flexibility.
James handed one lucky spectator a flogger. "Time to work that bottom boy's ass. He's been a naughty boy."
The man let rip, and Kester's ass quivered firmly as the first blow landed. His perfect ass reddened at the tenth and twentieth blows, as the boy shook his head from side to side in pain. James brandished a cane, and let him have it. Soon thin, long lines were appearing on Kester's ass.
"Probably time to stop now. I don't want to do anything that'll damage those magnificent buttocks." James took the cane and flogger away, returning with some anal beads. They were each roughly the size of a ping-pong ball, and there were ten of them in all connected by string.
"I wonder if Kester has room for ten of these in his ass. Let's find out." James slickened them up with lubricant and pressed the first ball in. Each time he put in a ball, Kester's anal pucker would stretch tightly open and then close around each one. It was a very erotic sight.
At about seven, James found some resistance.
"Alright. Anyone want to help me out here?" he asked. A couple of men moved forward, and each placed a hand on Kester's squirming buttocks. "Pull them apart," James said, and they did, spreading Kester's cheeks obscenely wide, although his anal ring still clutched tightly.
James was able to force the eighth one in. "That famous rectum must be pretty full now," he chuckled. With great effort and a long time of pushing it insistently against Kester's pucker, the ninth one just slipped in. Kester's ball-gagged mouth silently moaned.
However hard he tried, though, James was unable to get a tenth ball in. Clearly even the most beautiful ass on the planet had its limits. He untangled Kester from the apparatus and let the exhausted pornstar back onto his feet.
"Thanks for the night, guys," James said, cupping Kester's ass from behind as he ushered his young boyfriend out the door and into the car.
"That was a good night, Kester," James said as he opened the door to the house. The boy pornstar was still ball-gagged, and so could only nod. "That bright red ball looks sexy on you, keep it on all night."
Kester's eyes went wide but he nodded submissively.
"Now let's get some sleep. I'm tired after that." They both went into the master bedroom, and James collapsed in a heap on the bed. He kicked off all his clothes until he was completely naked, and took Kester's off for him -- except the ball gag, of course. He hugged the little twink close. He was the luckiest man on earth. He began to think.
Kester snuggled close, until James turned himself onto his stomach. After a moment's squirming, Kester found a comfortable position, with his nose buried in the cleft of James' buttocks. Soon both were fast asleep.
It was morning, as James climbed out of bed.
Having thought about it, he was now angry that Kester hadn't been able to take the tenth anal ball last night. Today was going to be a fun day of punishment and subservience for the young pornstar.
He slapped Kester awake.
"Get out of bed, you lazy whore. You might have the cutest butt in the world, but I'm going to give it a workover today. You're not to make eye contact with me, you are to obey every instruction I give you, and unless I tell you, you must be on your hands and knees. Understand?"
Lost, Kester looked up at him questioningly.
It earnt him another slap. "No eye contact, slut. This is going to be a fun day."