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Jonathan 9 17th - 29th September 2008
It was well after 11.00am when Jonathan heard a phone ring. Alec, pulled out his mobile and answered. After a short conversation he turned to Jonathan, "It's Bill. Wants to speak to you." He handed Jonathan the phone.
"Bill here. Alec tells me you have seen sense, and agreed to my proposal?"
"Yes. I've had enough."
"I wondered if you would last much longer. You won't regret your decision. I can't get to see you for a few days. Will you give me your promise not to run away from the house?"
Jonathan paused for the barest moment before answering. "I promise not to run away from the house."
"Good. I trust you. That means life can be much more pleasant for you from now on. I expect you've seen enough of Alec and Frank. I am going to pull them out. I will send Andy, who you will remember from the weekend. Also another guy who will be able to teach you a thing or two. I expect any marks from your time down below will disappear in the next few days."
"What sort of things will he teach me?
Bill laughed. "I'll leave you to find out. But I know you'll enjoy it. And you'll enjoy having Andy there with you, rather than those two heavies." Bill paused for a moment before continuing, "I'm sorry the imprisonment was so unpleasant, but you were too good looking, too sexy, and so obviously liked sex with men, that I couldn't let you go."
Jonathan was uncertain about the apology. "I guess that I will have to learn to accept."
"Good lad. You'll enjoy it when you get at it. All my boys seem to enjoy their work." Bill rang off.
It is probably stating the obvious that the anxieties in the Pridham family had steadily increased as the days went by with no word from or about Jonathan. They had gone to the police but that was not a satisfactory experience. When they reported that Jonathan was missing they were asked for details. The police officer wrote down the information they gave about their son.
"Had there been a family row or anything before he went off?"
They told him about the argument, and when questioned told him the cause of the argument, and of Michael's punching Jonathan in the eye.
The police officer sat back and folded his arms. "Your son is over eighteen, old enough to vote, and be fighting out in Iraq or Afghanistan. He's his own person now. He could sue you for assault, you know. Youngsters like him are always running off. Finding their feet. I expect he'll be back in contact sooner or later. Now, if he'd been a young kid like young Madeleine McCann it would be a different matter."
He was an older man, and though it was now very much against police policy, he was of the old-school and essentially homophobic. For him to do anything about a missing young man who was gay was way down on his list of priorities.
Michael and Lois were totally unsatisfied, but did not know what more they could do. They were at their wits end. They had had to tell the other children something, and that had been difficult. They greatly missed their elder brother, though he had often teased them and ordered them around as older brothers do. Michael and Lois spent many sleepless nights, tossing and turning in bed. They became irritable with each other. Lois without saying anything, made it obvious that she largely blamed Michael for Jonathan's departure.
There were frequent phone calls between the other members of the family.
Malcolm was especially distressed, as he had always felt so close to Jonathan. Now that he knew Jonathan was indeed gay, that bond affection felt all the stronger. Malcolm was in frequent E-mail touch with Kevin, the only other member of his family with whom he could be open about his own sexuality.
Malcolm spent long hours with his friend Simon. Their own love making became, for a while, almost non existent, as Malcolm just did not feel like it. Fortunately Simon understood, and listened, often just putting an arm round his friend.
So the days passed, became weeks, and the silence continued.
It was early in the afternoon when Andy and Tom arrived. Frank and Alec disappeared. Frank without out a word: Alec with, "'Ope all goes well for you now, lad."
Andy introduced a man in his thirties to Jonathan. "This is Tom. He's going to teach you how to give a massage. He's good, and it's good to know how to do it proper, useful all your life.
"I thought I would be seeing you in far less that three weeks, Jon."
"Was that a long time?"
"Yea. You beat the record by about three or four days."
"I bet Bill was angry with me."
"No, he isn't. When he told me to come round here, he said 'That lad's got guts. Thought he would prove to be a weak intellectual twit. But he held out for longer than any of the others. Most cave in after a few days of Frank and Alec. He's not only a good looker, he's got brains, and guts as well. I think he'll do well. The patrons will be queuing up for his favours.'"
On that first evening Tom went off to bed quite early. Jonathan and Andy sat on the sofa watching Silent Witness, and then the news on the television.
"Now how do you want to sleep tonight, on your first night out of the torture chamber? Alone, or with me?" This was said with a hopefully lecherous leer on Andy's face.
"I was looking forward to a good night's sleep. With a duvet over me, and no interruptions, but I enjoyed our time at the farm. The only sex I've had since, has been with Alec and Frank, which was not exactly asked for by me, though Alec made it as palatable as possible. So, let's sleep together."
"Good, I'd hoped that would be the case. Let's watch something that'll put us in the mood." Andy got up and put a DVD on. Andy made various comments about the performance of the actors in the porn-film, and they both deplored the absence of any plot. While they watched they snuggled up together, with Jonathan's arm round Andy, and Andy's hand resting on Jonathan's thigh.
"Bed?" said Andy when the film was over.
"I feel such a novice when I do anything with you," said Jonathan.
"You seemed pretty accomplished when we were last together. Anyway it will not take long at Bill's before you're a highly skilled sex-worker."
Jonathan was not too sure he liked being considered a sex-worker, but he supposed that was what he was about to come.
They undressed and got into bed. Soon they were pressed close, and exchanging kisses.
"You're hot stuff, Jon my boy."
"You're not exactly cold."
"We must make the most of these few days."
"Won't we be able to do it at Bill's Club?"
"It is not that we can't, it is more that we don't. When you're in the sex game, and after several sessions during the day, you are not exactly desperate for it at night. But I haven't had any since yesterday evening, so I'm desperate. I want to shoot a load up your arse."
"If you're desperate, what about me. It was several days since Alec gave me a blow job, my tanks are bursting."
"I know. You do me now, and in the morning I'll have my way with you."
"You sure you can hold out that long?"
"Jon, if you have any skill you'll make me cum, without using your hands or anything."
"I'll try. Now get that chute of yours greased up, my piston's going in." Jonathan handed the bottle of Liquid Silk that was standing on the bedside table, while he rolled on a condom, and lubricated himself.
"How do you want me?"
"On your back, legs on my shoulders, so I can see what I'm doing to you."
Jonathan placed his cock on Andy's anus and pushed. It slipped in easily. "One or two been this way before."
"You can say that again. But yours fits nicely."
Once Jonathan was fully in he was still. Then very slowly he began to move. He moved his cock around, all the time watching Andy's face, seeing what in particular he enjoyed. What caused himself pleasure and what caused Andy pleasure
"If you're still just a novice, I don't know what you'll be like with more experience."
Jonathan alternately looked at Andy's face and his cock. This was now hard, the head fully revealed. He resisted the temptation to play with it with his hand. When ever he felt himself approaching a climax he stopped for a minute or two.
Jonathan began to see Andy responding. The look on his face, the increasing movements of his hips, and the sounds he was making, showed Jonathan he was succeeding with what he intended. It was Andy who shot first. His cum sprayed out all over his chest, some drops landing on his chin.
"Now you, Jon. Fill that condom with your cum. I want to feel your cock shooting in me."
When it was over they lay side by side.
"I'm not sure how I'll be with a man much older than myself? You're young and sexy, Andy. You turn me on; but a man much older than myself, especially if he's got an extension." Jonathan patted Andy's stomach.
"You'll be fine. Yes, it does take a little getting used to. A wrinkled body, grey hair all over, sometimes a large paunch, and so on. But they are all guys who want it, and some of the oldies are the most generous with their tips. There is one old guy, called Roger, well into his eighties, comes once a week. All he wants to do is to suck a cock. He takes his false teeth out first, and he sure gives a good blow-job. He doesn't like to take too long. He is generous. The minimum tip is twenty quid, often more. He is so grateful. He then toddles off for his lunch in the main part of the club. The whole thing with him never takes more than twenty minutes."
"That's all he wants?"
"Yes. The older they are the more they appreciate the body of a sexy young man like yours. Their Adonis body days are long past, whereas younger and middle aged men are jealous of what we've got and they've more recently lost."
In the morning the roles were reversed, and they had a further session in the shower together.
Bill looked in the next day. He called Jonathan into his study.
"I can't stay long. You know you hold the record for holding out in that downstairs room?"
"Andy did tell me."
"Congratulations on that."
"You're not cross?"
"No. Shows you've got spunk. I like a lad with spunk. Now I want to have a proper look at you. Will you strip off, please."
Jonathan felt slightly shy about doing this at first until he remember that Bill had seen him naked before, and he had sat on Bill with his monster of a cock thrust into him.
Bill got up from his desk and came to look at Jonathan closely. There were still marks of a couple of bruises. "I suppose that was Frank? I think the marks of the strap are almost gone. Another few days and we'll get you working at the club. I am sure you'll enjoy it once you've started, and you should make quite a lot of money." He patted Jonathan's arse. "I'm almost tempted to keep you for myself. How's the massage lessons going?"
They discussed this for a few minutes while Jonathan put his T-shirt and jeans back on. Then Bill left, having first given some orders to Tom and Andy.
Later Jonathan asked Andy about Bill's words about, keeping him for himself.
"Bill keeps one or two boys exclusively for himself. They don't go with anyone else. And with Bill it is all bareback stuff. He tends to have some one as his pet boy for two or three years. Then they either start working with the rest of us, or just disappear."
"Just disappear, that sounds ominous."
Andy laughed. "No, nothing like that. Bill will find them a job, and they leave as well off as if they had been working in the club with the rest of us. Bill is a very wealthy man. He has many irons in the fire, that is why he is always rushing around.
Jonathan found the sessions with Tom both interesting and enjoyable. In one of the upstairs rooms Tom set up a massage table. Each session began with Tom massaging certain parts of Jonathan's anatomy. Then Jonathan had to do the same to Tom.
"Always remember, Jonathan, that the sort of massage we give is not the same as what we give to injured sportsmen. It is to give pleasure, mainly erotic pleasure to the man on the table. Some of them will just want to relax, they will come in and say they've had a heavy day at work, offer them a massage. In those circumstances if they go to sleep on you, you've given them a good massage. Others will be wanting to enjoy the feel of a young man's hands on their body, and to end with your hands on their genitals. Some will cum, others will not, wanting to keep it for some more intimate fun with you. That's fine, as long as the client is satisfied."
These massage sessions were given twice a day. Sometimes Andy came and joined in. Throughout the whole time Tom kept up a running commentary on exactly what he was doing, or telling Jonathan how he should be doing it, or even more even often recounted a series of revealing and humorous tales from his own experiences. Jonathan learnt a lot.
Jonathan's bruises faded.
"I've rung Bill, and told him the marks of the torture chamber, or rather the room downstairs as he prefers to call it, have now completely gone. He says he will be out to inspect you as soon as he can.
Bill came on the afternoon of the last Saturday in the month. He unlocked the door of the room that he use as an office, and asked Jonathan and Andy to come in.
"Well, Jonathan? Andy here tells me you are ready to begin work. How are you feeling about it?"
"Mixed feelings really. I'm wondering what I've let myself in for. Yes, I may well enjoy it, I hope so. But on the other hand, having to do it, with and for people who are paying, I'm not so sure."
"Understandable! Now let's have a proper look at you. Get your kit off, and let me see if all the marks have gone."
For the second time Jonathan removed all his clothes, and stood naked in front of Bill. Again Bill came round and looked closely. He ran his hands up and down Jonathan's back, and gave his buttocks a gentle squeeze. Then he examined Jonathan's front. He cupped Jonathan's cock and balls, and his cock immediately hardened. "Good response."
"You think he's ready, Andy?"
"Yes, Bill. He's ready. He'll make a good addition to the Boys."
"I'm still tempted to keep him for myself. He's a real good looker, and as sexy as you make them." He paused, as if thinking. "I think you'll enjoy and be more fulfilled with the Boys. You're more than a sexy good looker. You've got brains. You can talk intelligently. You know the difference between an atom and a molecule."
"What use will that be?" asked Jonathan.
"Many of the patrons at the club, are not just well off, they are also intelligent. They wouldn't have got where they are if they hadn't got more than their fair share of grey cells in their loaves. Quite a lot of men, relax after sex. They like to talk. In the straight scene I believe it's called 'pillow talk'. Most of the Boys are as thick as two planks, present company excepted." Bill looked at Andy and winked. "Even if you don't know what a sub-prime mortgage is you'll know how to ask intelligently to find out. With the present financial crisis a lot of guys may well start talking about financial matters. I think you'll go down well with the patrons. Put your clothes back on. A car will collect you both early Sunday evening and take you to the club. Sunday evening is usually fairly quiet, and Monday is not the busiest of days. That will give you an opportunity to get to know the ropes. Now let's have a drink, and make a toast to your success as one of my Boys."
Bill poured out drinks for the three of them. When he got up to go, Bill suddenly put his hands in his pockets and pulled out a couple of envelopes, one he handed to Andy and the other to Jonathan.
Jonathan tore open the envelope. Inside was a slip of paper, he pulled it out and read it. Inside was a pay slip, saying that Jonathan had earned £125. He looked at Bill in puzzlement, "But I haven't done anything for you yet."
"I put you on the pay-roll the day you went down below. It's not much for five weeks down there, but from now on you get paid more, and the tips will probably more than double what you get."
Jonathan and Andy were collected about 6.00pm on that Sunday evening. Jonathan tried to orientate himself, and catch a sight of street names and other evidence, and came to the conclusion he had been somewhere in the Finchley region of north London.
The car turned off the main road, and down a narrow back street.
"This is where we get out. This is the back entrance to Bill's Club," said Andy.
He went up to a solid looking door in a building. He had to identify himself by name, before the door opened and they were admitted. The door had been opened by a man, probably in his late thirties.
"Hi, Kev. Good to see you. You on duty then? This is Jonathan, joining the Boys."
Kev put out a hand, which Jonathan shook.
"Kev and his mates see to the smooth running of this part of the club", said Andy "If you have any problems or anything you want to know, and I'm not available, then you can always ask Kev and his mates for help. They're always dressed smartly in a suit. The uniform for we Boys is tight jeans and a tight Tshirt. Which room is to be Jon's?"
"Number eight, Stevie's old room."
"Follow me, Jon, I'll take you up there first of all."
Andy led the way up some stairs and into a room where there was a pool table and Table-tennis. "This is where we relax and wait for clients." There were five young men in the room, all dressed in jeans and different coloured Tshirts. They greeted Andy and looked inquisitively at Jonathan. "I'll introduce you in a minute or two. Follow me." Jonathan led the way up another flight of stairs. "Some of the guys are on this floor, you're up above." They went yet another flight of stairs and along a short corridor to a room with a large 'Eight' fastened on it. This is your room."
Andy opened the door and led the way in. It was a fairly small room almost filled with a double bed. There was a cupboard, and a chair. "This is where you bring your clients who want to be alone with you. That will be almost all of them, but there are some who like a session in the Jacuzzi. When you've had a client up here, remember always to take off the sheet, and take it down to be washed. Clients don't like to find a crumpled sheet with cum stains on it from a previous client. Always have a shower yourself. Offer a shower to your client, it is often good to shower together and you to soap and wash down your man. Do it well, and you will probably get an extra tip."
Andy led the way out of the room and along to a room with a couple of showers. "Both cubicles take two easily."
"Let me take you back down stairs and introduce you to some of the Boys." Andy led the way back down stairs. There were now six in the room they had initially come through. Introductions were made.
"Were you in Bill's torture chamber?"
"Yes. Why?"
"How long?"
"Three weeks."
"Three weeks. That must be the bloody record. I only lasted six days."
Several of them mentioned how long they had managed to hold out, the others had accepted Bill's offer without hesitation.
"Were Frank and Alec your keepers."
"Yes," replied Jonathan.
"That Frank's a fucking bastard. Alec's bad enough."
"Life here is much more fun. We all support and encourage each other. Though we usually deal with punters individually, we are a team. The punters are well heeled, and throw their money around, so it's good for us."
Andy then took Jonathan through to another room with a counter along one side.
"The clients come in through that door. That leads to the main part of the club. But on the other side it is a sort of secret door in a broom cupboard off the toilets. There is a member of staff on the other side that lets them through. They get undressed and put all their things in a locker. There are bathrobes available for them. They then come through into the main room where the guys are at the moment. They may sit and talk before choosing who they want to go with. Usually a couple of the Boys are welcomers and introduce the client to the rest."
"Now let me show you downstairs." Andy led the way downstairs to the door by which they had entered the building. The laundry is in there. There is an exercise room with some equipment and a sun bed for our use. It is important to keep fit, and a light all-over tan adds to the sex appeal."
Andy opened another door, and a waft of warm damp air greeted them. Andy allowed Jonathan a very brief look. There were a couple in the Jacuzzi, one with silver hair, and the other, much younger, with a mop of red hair. Their arms were round each other, and they were kissing.
"Mustn't interrupt. Josh looks busy."
"What'll happen tomorrow?"
"Monday is a quiet day, usually. I will show you where you can observe what happens when a client comes in. Then when you've seen that, and are ready, you can join the rest and take it as it comes. I'll be around to help you as much as possible."
Andy then showed another room to Jonathan. "This is where we eat, and can watch the proper telly. It's all boring porn for the clients upstairs. Clients don't come in here. We can get ourselves tea or coffee, or squash, and biscuits whenever we want. By the way, the grub is great. We get the same nosh as is served in the main part of the club."
They went up and joined the others. A couple were playing table tennis, and the rest were either chatting or watching the television
After about ten minutes Josh appeared leading the silver haired man he had been with in the Jacuzzi. Both had bathrobes on, and Jonathan thought the older man had a very distinct tenting in the font, which he was trying to conceal. They disappeared up the stairs.
"The guy Josh is with is a regular," said Andy. "A barrister. And he lives in the Albany."
"Good tipper, too," said another of the Boys.
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