THE WHOREHOUSE SERIES Part 1: Hello David By Sean (bukkysean@yahoo.co.uk)
This story is about gay people being captured, dominated ect. If you don't like it or it's illegal for you to be reading this, stop reading it now! It's all fictional, and the closest I get to engaging in and condoning unprotected sex and kidnapping is writing these stories.
The real sex starts about half way down the page if that's what you're after.
Comments/criticisms/rants are all welcome (bukkysean@yahoo.co.uk)
My body is slowly awakening, and my head is spinning. I'm face down, stripped. God it's cold! And dark, I'm blindfolded. It smells...musty, damp. I can start to feel pain all over my body. Shit. I'm fully awake now. Both my legs are spread out so far, they feel like they're going to tear apart. My thin arms are stretched to their limits, they feel like they're going to snap. I try to move, but I'm helpless. The restraints, rope I think, are tight - there's no room for movement.
'Sean, that new boy's awake'
'What's his name?', I ask as I walk down the darkened corridor toward the boy's room.
'David',
'Thank's, I'll take it from here'
I step into the boy's room and flick the light switch. The room floods with light.
David's panicked voice greets me, 'Hello? Who's there? What's happening??'
I say nothing as I slowly circle his body. His deliciously slim body quivers uncontrollably, and I can just see his ribs through his side. His long legs and little butt complete the picture.
'Hello? Are you still there?'
I pull up a chair in front of his face and sit. His head is down, I can hear whimpering.
'Can you raise the table please?', I run my hands through his shaggy sandy brown hair. The table starts to raise and I signal for it to stop when David's head reaches the level of my crotch.
I remove David's blindfold and after a short pause, he springs to life, fiercely struggling against his restraints.
'Let me go!!' he spits, struggling harder.
'David, I've done this innumerable times, and I will assure you that struggling will do more harm than good. You just need to relax.'
He looks up at me for the first time, and I see his piercing blue eyes, bloodshot from the drugs and the tears, and a light smattering of freckles.
'Now, I'm going to talk and you will not interrupt because you will get to have a meal if you are good. Do you understand?'
David's lip trembles, but he nods.
'Ok. So as you have realized, this wasn't the gay sex meet with Sean that you've been planning on MSN for the past two weeks. What we do is provide teenage boys like you to men and women who need you. Now you said you were 18, but by looking at you now, I'd say you are what, 15, 16?'
He says nothing. I get up and walk around to his back and run my hand slowly up the hair his left leg. With very little body fat on him, I can feel the firmness of the muscles in David's leg. My cock starts to harden as I reach his ass, running my hand over its soft surface. I give his ass I light slap.
'Right', I continue, sitting back down 'I've been looking for someone like you for some time, to fill a large market of people who want to sleep with the smooth young guys they're used to seeing pouring out of schools'.
David swears under his breath, and looks up at me. Having just felt him up, I focus on David's juicy lips, imagining what it would be like to have them funneling my rod into the back of his throat.
'Yes, you will be sleeping with my clients, and you will be doing whatever it is they require. Now you obviously will not get paid with money, however, you will get paid with both food, and time to spend with the other boys. This is how we will ensure you do exactly as you are meant to. If a client is displeased, you will be punished, and receive no food or other privileges.'
'Well', I say as I stand up, 'I think it's time we took you out of your restraints. When the rope is untied, you will remain on that table, do you understand?'
'I do', David whispers.
Two men come through the door and untie David's restraints. With some effort he manages to bring his four limbs to his body. For the first time I get to see his front side. His small cock is surrounded by a rather thick bush of blonde hair, which thins out to form his pleasure trail snaking up to his belly button. His stomach is tight, and toned, in perfect proportion to his slim developing pecks. I can see his dark nipples are hard from the cold as he sits shivering on the table, his arms grasping his long hairy legs to his body.
'I've got this bag for you David', his head moves up to me, but his eyes remain fixed to the ground. 'In it you'll find a waxing kit, scissors, and a razor blade. I want all hair below your eyes removed. When you have done that, you will use the bucket of water behind you to wash, and then cuff your ankles with the shackles you'll find padlocked to the floor. Only after you have completed those tasks, will you be fed. Now having not eaten in two days, I would assume you won't be taking long.'
I leave David's room and being desperately in need of sex, I head straight down the hall to seek out one of my trained boys. My dick is hard again as I salivate at the prospect of having David service me, when he too is trained. He really is an amazing looking teen, and I happened to like the hair he had on him. Unfortunately, the customers I have brought David in for are more interested in fucking a hairless slut than a boy on the verge of becoming a man - the kind I like.
As I approach I see Michael in the corridor, on all fours, being led to his room by one of the attendants.
'What's he been up to?', I ask, as I survey Michael's dark body slinking into his room. Michael is not black, but his skin is naturally a great chocolate brown colour, just past a tan.
The attendant smiles as he locks Michael back in his room, 'Making us $30,000 in a six hour party down in the basement'.
'The guy must be exhausted. Can you go out and bring a bottle of Jack Daniels, a Big Mac, and a supersize fries back to Michael's room?'
The attendant's smile vanishes, as he stares at me confused, 'Now', I demand, as I key in the code to Michael's room and walk in.
He is pulling back the sheets on his bed when he turns to see me enter. Standing at 6 feet, I can take in every inch of his nude, incredibly sexy, masculine, body. My eyes fall immediately to his thick penis, hanging several inches soft amongst an unusually thick bush of pubes. His dark nipples are quite red, he's obviously been well used tonight.
'How are you Michael?'
'Fine. A little tired though.', he sighs, his hazel brown eyes looking into mine.
He sits on the edge of his bed, as I pull up a chair to face him.
'I've got a bottle of whiskey and a Big Mac coming for you'
'Ah a Big Mac, you're too good to me Sean', Michael says putting on his cute smile, clearly awakened by the mention of his favourite food.
I watch as his chest rises and falls with his breath. Soon to be 19, he has been allowed to develop great pecs, and a well toned stomach that compliment his solid, muscular, legs. He is always instructed to wax any hair on his chest, trim the hair in his crotch and ass, but to leave the medium covering of hair on his legs.
The door opens behind me and I see Michael's face light up as the Big Mac, Fries, and an iced glass of Jack Daniels is poured for him.
Michael looks at me expectantly, 'Well go on, eat, drink!', I tell him.
I stand up and put my blazer on the raised table in his room, removing my tie, and stripping down. I can hear Michael furiously gulping down his fries and Big Mac. I turn around to see him scull his drink, and pour another one, before sculling that too. He gives me a glance, and a thin smile.
My dick jumps in anticipation.
'Get off the bed and face the wall Michael'
Michael obeys, and stands somewhat back from the wall so that he leans into it, with his arms held up high, and his legs spread apart. I move in and get on my knees to sniff his sweet teenage ass. Running my hands up his fit legs, I take a long breath in. I squeeze his firm ass, and pull gently on the fine hair that covers my teen. I can smell his sex, and the cum of people who've used him today. I lick my index finger and slide it slowly up into his pink hole. Michael moves slightly to steady himself.
'That feel good, Mike?', I whisper.
'Yes, please don't stop at one Master'
I slide another finger up, and feel Michael's warm ass flex around them.
My dick jumps, crying out for attention. I can't handle this teasing any longer.
'Okay Michael', I slid my fingers out and stood up, 'turn around and get on your knees'
Michael drops slowly to his knees and leans in, sealing his lips over my dick and sliding down on my shaft. I can hear him breathing heavily as he funnels my cock down his throat. As he works, I reach down and run my fingers through his dirty brown hair, pulling it when I want him to go faster.
'Show me what you can do Michael', I grunt.
He looks up at me and clutches my legs, increases his pace, driving my cock through his throat. The feeling builds up to such intensity that I placed my hand on his shoulder for support. He sucks harder, as his tongue rims around the underside of my dick's head. I shudder, just about ready to cum, and he senses it. Michael pulls off and I gasp, stumbling backward.
'Fuck me Master', Michael moans as he crawls over to his bottle of lube and his condoms.
'Stop, I want to see you wank for me'
Michael obeys, and gets high on his knees. He licks the fingers on his left hand, and reaches behind him to drill his hole, while his right hand seizes his dick to begin stroking for me. I watch as his foreskin slides up and down the head of his shaft, dripping with juice, revealing it's pink head. He might not have been born gay, but years of being a whore for faggots had sure taught his body how to act it.
I lust after every moment, watching his dark hands whip his teenage dick. His toned stomach would tighten every few seconds as he stroked. He'd let out small moans and pump harder still. I watched his left arm strain to dig his fingers deeper into his ass hole. He bites his lip and I watch in lust as his whole body tightens up, and he slams his eyes shut to let out a passionate groan. Wads of cum shoot out of his dick as he tries to keep pumping his cock through his orgasm. His body rocks, and he doubles over, exhausted, and breathing heavily.
I was wasting no more time to fuck him after that show. 'Lick that cum off the floor and lube up my dick with it Michael'
He pauses for a moment, having just cum, he was in no mood to fuck now but, at this stage, that's just how I wanted it. He does as he is told and, on his hands and knees, licks up the hot cum he'd just released. He shuffles over to me, holding out his spunk covered tongue, before diving onto my dick to lather it up. He did quite a good job of it too.
'Okay, turn around'
Michael spins around, and arches his muscular ass as far in the air as he can, pressing his face against the floor. I can see his pink hole clearly through the trimmed hair in his crack.
'Fuck my ass Master'
I lean in, my hard dick dripping with warm juice, and slide my cock into his ass. I hear a moan and he trembles, pressing his face into the floor. I meet some resistance in his butt, and his strong arms flail as he takes my cock to the root.
'Work my fuckstick Michael'
I sigh, and take a deap breath in as his ass flexes around my cock. I pull out quickly, and he lets out a yelp. I run my hands up his dark smooth back, stopping to gently massaging his broad shoulders. My boy shuffles back, and presses his ass onto my dick, breathing heavily. He manages to right himself, getting up on his hands, as he forces his ass to devour my cock. I hear heavy breathing as he jerks his head up and increases his pace, rocking backward and forward on my dick.
I am in ecstasy as he rides my dick into his pink hole. I slap his firm ass, 'Faster Michael!', I order.
He increases his pace only slightly, and I hear whimpering as he shudders, forcing his ass to take my cock to the root at every thrust.
I slap his ass again, harder this time, 'I'm trying Master!', he pleads, tightening his asses grip on my cock. He slams his body back onto my dick, and yelps, his head thrusting into the air. I fling my arm down onto the middle of his spine, striking him hard, causing his face to hit the ground.
'Get onto the bed!', I command.
Michael staggers as his long legs take him over to his bed. He crawls up and turns on his back, shuffling forward to expose his ass to me. His big hands clutch his ankles in mid air, stretching his legs wide apart. I catch site of his pink hole flexing for me, nestled amongst his dark firm ass, and trimmed covering of black hair.
'Take me Master', my boy sobs quietly, closing his adorable brown eyes and pursing his juicy lips shut.
I don't need to be asked twice. My rock hard dick throbs as I slink over to fuck him. I bend my knees slightly, and grab onto his ankles held high in mid air to get my dick into position. I see his strong arms, still clutching his ankles, flex, straining to support the weight of both me, and his long legs.
I slide my cock into his hole, and watch as he bites his lip. Michael's spunk has dried on my dick now, so I must struggle to drill myself into him. Michael groans, and presses his head back into the bed I feel the muscles in his ass throbbing around my dick as I force myself through. In and out I begin to pump, withdrawing almost all the way out, before punishing my way back through. I close my eyes and listen to the sound of his whimpering and breathing as his ass pleasures my fuckstick.
Still clutching his ankles in mid air, I push his legs as far backward as possible. I hear him yelp, and my dick jumps. I speed up, ploughing my way in and out of his ass, struggling against the resistance. I open my eyes to see his gorgeous brown ones staring into me. I'm on the edge now, and I show no mercy, ramming my pole home harder, I take pleasure in listening to him yelp under my abuse.
'Make me cum Michael!', I groan at him.
His arms drop to his chest and I watch him circle and pinch his nipples. He rubs his hands over his teenage pecks. I fuck him harder still, and he shudders, working his hands down his body for me, caressing every curve of his toned stomach. He cups his balls, and squeezes his soft dick, running his thumb under his foreskin. I let go of his ankles, letting his legs rest on my shoulders, so that I can run my hands over his legs, to feel the muscles flex with every stroke of my pole into his ass.
My body starts to tense up, and I fuck faster. Michael yells in pain, forcing his ass to clutch my burning dick thrusting inside him. That sends me over the edge. Letting out a deep groan, my cock blows. Michael's arms flail and his body rocks as I fill him up. We both moan, mine in pleasure, and his in pain. I kiss his ankle resting on my right shoulder as my climax begins to subside. I slow my thrusting down and rest for a moment.
I caress his legs, 'You help up well Mike', I whisper. Michael sighs in relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
We are both shaking as I withdraw my cock, stumbling backward in exhaustion. I break my gaze over Michael's dark trembling body, to see my unprotected dick spotted with small gobs of cum, and a little of Michael's faeces.
'Clean me up Mike', I say softly, stepping back to allow his legs to fall. I see some of the cum I had loaded into his hole dribble out and puddle on the floor.
After a moment, my teen stumbles off the bed. Struggling to walk, he drops to his knees, and takes my softening cock into his warm mouth, and down his throat. I feel his tongue swirl around, cleaning off his insides, and my cum.
'Now clean up the floor'
Michael's eyes remain fixed to the floor as he shuffles backward on his hands and knees to lick up the cum that had dripped out of his ass on his way over to me.
I bend down as he swallows the last of my hot cum from the floor, running my hands through his hair.