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Urban Sinners #15 By Justin Davis
Beads of sweat had broken out on spidery little Proi's furrowed brow. Biting his lower lip again and straining, he tried to lower himself some more on the man's huge penis. Already, he had a third of it in his bottom. Yet, there was more of the huge, dark brown, tube to go before his cute, bubble, butt rested on the man's bush of black pubes.
Twice, the night before, the Middle Eastern man had fucked his bottom, falling asleep exhausted after the second time.
With the exception of the African man, almost a year ago, and one man from America, it was the largest penis Proi had ever seen on a grown man. The thing was unusually shaped. The head was somewhat small, but below that the shaft continued to thicken until it was horrendously wide.
Consequently, Proi had hung on for dear life and yelped and howled both times the man had fucked him with his monster cock, for the thing was so thick it felt as though it would split his asshole like a ripe watermelon dropped onto the ground.
This time, at least, he was able to control the invasion. Yet, Proi's hole was very sore from the night before. So, he grimaced as he slowly lowered himself on the huge pole and tried to concentrate not on the discomfort but on the huge sum of money that he was going to make after the weekend was over.
Of the stable of thirty boys Mr. Fong had at his night club/brothel, Proi and a few others were the most sought after. To Mr. Fong, the Chinese gentleman who had moved to Bangkok years ago and opened the establishment, the reason was obvious.
While it was true that many Thai males generally look younger than their age, some, like Proi, looked way younger than they really were. Consequently, Mr. Fong made sure that he recruited as many of those as he could.
As for Proi, his small, spidery, build, and his long, shoulder-length dark hair gave him the almost girlish appearance that some of Mr. Fong's customers desired. Appearing no more than eleven or twelve, even though he was fourteen, Mr. Fong even paid to have his pubic hair and under arm hair permanently removed, as it began to sprout, to keep up appearances.
"Give me time, sir! I'm trying. I'm very sore from last night!" Proi said in Thai, as he strained yet again to take more of the monster cock up his butt.
Of course, the man had no idea what Proi was saying, other than from the tone of his voice it seemed the boy was trying to cater to his sexual needs again as best he could. Yet, he was getting slightly annoyed at the wait.
"The Palace of Infinite Pleasure," which Mr. Fong owned, was well known among the circles of those who desired Thai "boy flesh." True, it was expensive. However, the young boys themselves were the best in all of Bangkok.
Proi had worked for Mr. Fong for two years and made more money during that time than most grown Thai men. He worked only on the weekend, and was able to support his mother and three siblings very handsomely and save a considerable sum on the side. So, as he grimaced once again, and forced more of the huge cock into his rectum, Proi intended to please the wealthy Arab as much as he could.
"I'm really trying hard! Just give me time!" Proi said in Thai, looking down at the man.
"You've taken long enough!"
"No! No!" Proi exclaimed, as the man reached for his hips.
Instantly, the rest of the huge penis was jammed into his rectum, and Proi reared his head back and howled at the ceiling, like a coyote baying at the moon, in response. It was going to be a long, yet profitable, weekend for Proi, but with a very sore butt in return.
Besides Proi, there were others much in demand for the weekend, although most of the boys worked during the week. To rent a boy for the entire weekend was very expensive, and only the wealthiest clients could afford Mr. Fong's price for that.
Three doors down the upstairs hall from where Proi was now rocking his hips and moaning loudly as he rode the Middle Eastern man's huge cock, in Room 15, little Nadee, whose feet where pinned back to his ears, was also entertaining a customer.
The pill the Japanese businessman had taken had kept his cock hard all of the night. Now, as dawn was breaking, Nadee was again taking the man's fat cock up his sperm lubed hole for the fourth time.
"Uhhhhhhhhh---Uhhhhhhhh--Uhhhhhhhh!" Nadee grunted as the man's groin smacked his upturned butt cheeks, shaking his whole body with every thrust.
Maybe after this time, Nadee hoped, the man would be exhausted enough to fall asleep and give his butt a rest, for already is was getting tender and much looser than it had been the first couple of times the man had fucked him. Yet, he could have been in Tukrit's situation in Room 11 up the hall.
Naturally, bribery was the method by which Mr. Fong kept his establishment open, and that not only included payments in money but services as well. This time, it was little Tukrit's turn to provide those services and he was in the middle of the big circular bed, head down and butt up, taking it up the butt again from one of the five naked policemen that formed a circle around him.
Twice before, all five had fucked him, passing him round like a basketball amongst them. The room reeked with the smell of sperm and streaks of the stuff covered Nadee's thighs and cum oozed from his hole the moment it was vacant. Now, from the sound of it and the pace of the thrusts, more was about to be deposited into his rectum and there was nothing Tukrit could do but grunt with the thrusts and wait for another warm flood of white goo to gush into his insides.
Of course, Mr. Fong had his pick of any of the boys he wanted. His absolute favorite, and the youngest of the lot, was little Compoo. In fact, except for being one of the boys that danced for the customers, Compoo was Mr. Fong's personal boy.
The fact that Compoo's grandfather had been an American solider was obvious by his physical features. His auburn hair, his green eyes, the color of his skin, an uncircumcised penis way bigger than the typical Thai boy his age, all were evidence that the boy's genes were not pure Thai.
Now, as Proi was being flipped over onto his back for another hard fuck of his bottom, Mr. Fong was lying naked upon his huge bed smiling down at Compoo, who was between his legs ministering to his big Chinese cock.
"Use your tongue more!" Mr. Fong said in Thai to the lad, prompting a gasp from Mr. Fong as the boy began to swirl his tongue over the head of his cock like he was licking a Blow Pop.
Almost none of the boys that Mr. Fong recruited for his establishment were virgins. However, that had not been the case with Compoo. Mr. Fong's cock was the only one Compoo had ever had in his butt and Mr. Fong appreciated the fact that it now fit his big Asian tool like a custom made glove.
Oh, it had been rough at first. Compoo had blubbered and sobbed and banged his head on the bed sheets the first several times the big tube had invaded his virgin bottom. Now, the boy felt miserably empty when the huge penis wasn't in him. So, once he slobbered on it to Mr. Fong's satisfaction, he would mount the thing and ride it as he wanked his peter, which was already so hard with anticipation that the foreskin was retracted to the extent that it looked circumcised.
Upstairs, for Proi, wanking wasn't necessary. At the moment, he was shooting cum all over his stomach and chest as the Arab's monster cock mercilessly assaulted his prostate and made him ejaculate as it had the times before, while just a few doors away, in Room 13, a different scene was taking place.
Room 13 was a special room equipped for men who liked variety in their sexual activities. Consequently, young Nung, the oldest of the boys at sixteen, was hanging from the metal frame by his wrists, his feet held immobile by the spreader bar. Nung's five inch penis, foreskin fully retracted, jutted out from his newly hairless groin as hard as a rock due to the gold cock ring that surrounded the base of it and his balls. In his butt a huge dildo vibrated slowly.
Suddenly, Nung gasped loudly and writhed as the stocky European man again took the big, white, feather and ran it underneath the rim of the head of his penis, causing another shinny filament of pre-cum to ooze from Nung's piss slit. For a moment, it hung there. Then, it fell to the floor where it joined the small puddle that had formed.
Since the man was an annual customer, Nung knew from past experience that it would do no good to beg for release and he promised himself that he wouldn't do it this time. But, as his usually low-hanging balls had begun to draw up and ache from the need to cum he couldn't help himself. Yet, as before, laughter was the response to his pleas in Thai. No, it would be some time before the man was satisfied that Nung was virtually insane with the need to cum. Pre-cum would have to be oozing from his cock onto the floor in an almost continuous ribbon and his pleas turned to incessant babbling before it was time.
Then, and only then, would he place his mouth onto Nung's tasty cock and be the recipient of the violent gushes of cum that would ensue. In the meantime, it was time to give attention to Nung's nipples again, and he began to lick and suck on the left one as he used the feather on the other, prompting Nung to gasp then whimper again in frustration.
As usual, there would be a progression to Nung's frustration. Already, he had cursed at the man, provoking more laughter from him. Then, in spite of himself, Nung had begun to whimper and beg the man to let him cum, which was the point where he was at now. Ultimately, his whimpering would turn to sobs and babbling as he watched what seemed like gallons of pre-cum continue to flow from his piss slit onto the floor with no relief in sight. He would begin to fuck his hips at the empty air in a futile attempt to cum, his balls drawn up so tight that they looked like they were trying to crawl inside his body. Yet, Nung was still a long way from the point at which he would cry out loudly as the man's mouth encircled his cock, then howl at the ceiling as he began to shoot his load so violently that it burned like molten lava spewing from his piss slit.
Downstairs, Mr. Fong was urging lovely Compoo on as the boy lowered himself upon his big cock, slowly wanking his peter as he did so, his brow slightly furrowed from the invasion. The lad had gasped as he usually did when the big head had entered his bottom. Then, he had sighed as he began rock his hips and lower himself upon the fat tube, for in a moment he would be blessedly full again.
In time, Mr. Fong would spew yet another flood of sperm into the boy's rectum, then watch as Compoo obediently licked his cock clean afterward. For the time being, however, Mr. Fong was content to watch Compoo wank his peter and ride his meat until the boy shot his cum pellets. Then, he would flip him over onto his back, pin his feet back to his ears, and then royally fuck his butt with his big Chinese cock.
Yes, "The Palace of Infinite Pleasure" would indeed be a busy place in Bangkok all weekend long.