Chad, breathing easily and looking mighty fine for a man of thirty-seven, ended his run at his usual bench beside a tool house in the remote Myrtle Beach park tucked into a golf course almost within sight of the ocean enough for most not to realize it was a separate public park. As usual, he ran in just athletic shorts and running shoes. His auburn red hair was boyishly tussled and reddish down swirled around his firm pecs and down the line of his sternum and six pack and under the waistband of the shorts. The raised sitting area was sheltered on the side opposite the running path by a semicircle of azalea bushes. The tool shed and bench sat on the top of a rise, and anyone in that area had to stand from the bench to be seen from the path down the slope.
He looked at his watch and stood up from the bench, moving his hand to the crotch of his athletic sorts, following the long and distinct line of his nestled cock, starting to come alive at the thought of what lay ahead. The figure of a young blond, tanned man, also in jogging shorts, also shirtless, was already on the path below, jogging slowly in place. The young man was looking up the slope. When he saw Chad standing up there, he stopped jogging and moved his hand to his crotch as well.
He was short, small, well-formed but looking young–too young. But that was what Chad was expecting. He knew otherwise, or had been assured otherwise. He would check, of course. He motioned with his head and sat back down on the bench. The young man appeared over the rise of the slope and sat, hesitatingly, next to Chad. The two turned toward each other, looking each other over.
“Interested in a blow job?” the young man asked, his voice low, his eyes looking furtively around.
“Did someone send you?” Chad asked.
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“Ted.”
Chad nodded his head. The prearranged signals had been the right ones. Ted was his best recruiter, concentrating on students at Webster College suddenly in need of money and already gay curious. He moved an arm around the young man’s back across the back of the bench. Placing three fingers of that hand lightly on the young man’s right bicep proved enough to hold him in place. The young man was a bit skittish, repeatedly scanning the area for anything amiss.
“Where we gonna do it? Behind these bushes?”
“In a minute. Some checking first,” Chad answered. He moved his free hand to glide along the young man’s pecs, down his sternum and belly, testing the hardness and resilience of the skin as if he were shopping for a thoroughbred race horse, which, in some sense, he was. It would take a special kind of young man to take on what he had in the plans. Here again Ted was crucial. He selected them very carefully.
The hand moved underneath the waistbands of the young man’s athletic shorts and jock strap. The young man flinched and automatically spread his thighs as Chad cupped his balls and placed a thumb on the base of the young man’s cock. The young man started breathing heavier and his cock started to engorge, but he held steady.
“Ted tell you what this was about?”
“Yes.”
“And you still want to sign on?”
“Yes.”
“Name?”
Hesitation. “Jake.”
“Real name or the one you want to use with us?”
“The, uh . . . professional name I’ve chosen, I guess.”
Chad started slow-stroking Jake’s cock.
“Done fellatio before?”
“Fellah what?” Jake was trembling at the attention being given his cock, working hard to pay attention to that and what Chad was saying at the same time.
“Blow jobs. Have you sucked guys off before.”
“Once or twice. You know, around the dorm. And Ted.”
“Just a few times, you sure? Ted told you how important it was to be fresh, didn’t he?”
“Yes. Shit, if you continue doin’ that, I’m gonna come.”
“Yes, you are, you’re going to come for me, Jake. Are you sure it’s only a few times?”
“Yes.”
“But it’s what you want? For the benefits you’ll receive? Ted explained all of that, right?”
“Yes. It’s what I want.”
“Been anally fucked?”
“No . . . never.” Ted had been very explicit about that.
“You sure? We’ll check, you know. There’s a full-time doctor on staff. He’ll know.” Of course there was no sure way of checking for the anal virginity in a man, especially if it had been a while in the past, but Jake didn’t need to know that. He was just a college kid–from the nearby Webster University, where Chad got most of his fresh meat, thanks to Ted–for which Ted was richly rewarded. Young college guys, looking good and in great shape, coming to the Carolina coast for college because they were drawn to the surf and the beach resort culture. Randy and needing money, finding it more expensive to live the beach life here than they had anticipated. More often than not willing to be gay for pay to bail them out even if not fully gay.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“But willing to give it up on screen for pay?”
“Yes.”
“Bound? Ted made that clear?”
A slight hesitation, maybe more in trying to hold his ejaculation response in check than because Ted hadn’t made clear what he’d have to do. “Yes. God, I think I’m gonna come.”
“Not yet, Jake. You have to learn to control it. If you come before I tell you, the deal’s off. You brought the documents? Your driver’s license? Copy of a college transcript verifying your age? Don’t worry about the name. I’ll only look at it for a matchup and then forget it. You’ll be paid in cash under the table. No taxes. And the doctor’s certificate? My own doctor will verify that before your first anal–which could be as early as today. We have a client hot to fuck a virgin. We bareback, you understand, don’t you? Ted was clear about this. Medical checks frequently.”
“Yes, yes, to it all. Oh shit, I wanna come. Please let me come. Here, here are the docs.” He was fumbling in the pocket of his shorts and came up with the demanded documents.
“Lay them on the bench beside you. And then you can come.”
“Right here, in the jock pouch?”
“Yes, in the jock pouch, Jake.”
Jake arched his head back, gave a lurch and a moan, and slathered the inside of his jock pouch with cum.
“Very nice. Quite a load,” Chad said after a moment of holding there, both savoring the moment. “Most clients like a big shooter.”
He extracted his hand, wiped it on the leg of Jake’s shorts, and reached over Jake’s lap, picking up the documents and perusing them, while Jake reclined, collapsed on the bench and panting shallowly.
“All is in order so far, Jake,” Chad said.
Jake swiveled his head around. “So, Ted said I’d be sucking you off before you took me to this club place.”
“Not in the bushes, Jake. I have a key to this tool shed here.”
It was larger than a shed and Jake did a double take when Chad unlocked and opened the door and guided the young may inside. It wasn’t like any tool shed Jake had ever seen before. First, no garden tools. Second, the walls were draped in some sort of shiny red material. Third, there was just one straight chair sitting in the middle of the floor. And fourth, now that he had looked around, Jake saw that there were video cameras in every corner, in the upper corners focused down and in the bottom corners focused up–all directed at the chair. And there were studio lights around the top of the walls.
Ten minutes later, both men were naked, Chad sitting in the chair, Jake kneeling between Chad’s thighs. Chad was making the last adjustments on Jake’s bonds. He had already turned on the studio lighting and video cameras.
“What’s the red scarf for?” Jake asked, the first question he’d asked since they’d entered the shed. “And what’s with the material on the walls?” Until then he was in awe of what he’d found in the shed. Chad was looping the long, ropey scarf around the link of the fleece-lined handcuffs holding Jake’s wrists together behind his back and moving it to connect, first, with the ankle binding on Jake’s left ankle where it was bound to the extender bar spreading Jake’s legs and then running it to the right ankle and back to the handcuff links, effectively immobilizing Jake on his knees in front of the seated Chad.
“Shanghai silk, Jake. The signature of the Henry Benson Enterprises. Red silk. Attention-getting lovely, smooth to the touch, delicate in appearance, but the strength of steel. That’s what you’ll have to be if you work for us, Jake. Beautiful to look at, delicate to the senses, but the steel of a man. Can you do that?”
“I think so, but your cock. It’s so thick and long. You’ll be–?”
“There will be men thicker and longer than I am, Jake. And they will be what they want to be with you. If you work for me, you’ll take it.”
“I know, but, I haven’t . . . much yet . . . I haven’t. Oh shi . . . uhmpf . . . mmmpf . . .”
“And you’ll get bigger tips if you make it seem that you haven’t done it much, just like this,” Chad said, with a laugh, as, clutching Jake’s ears, and thrusting his hips, he brutally face fucked Jake with his cock.
He pulled Jake’s face off the cock just to hear him suck in air, gasp and gag, and begin to beg for mercy, and then he pulled the mouth onto the cock again, and pumped to a deep-throat, gagging ejaculation.
Jake fell off to the side after Chad was finished coming.
“A lot of it will be just like that, Jake,” he muttered.
* * * *
Chad had just entered his office on the third floor of the Henry Bensen Enterprises building on the North Myrtle Beach oceanfront when a call came through from China.
Chad wasn’t Henry Bensen. Henry, who had died the previous year, had been Chad’s bondage daddy. He’d brought Chad to the States from China, shared the world of his enterprises with Chad, and had left it all to Chad. The enterprises were extensive, profitable, and humming along–and all were located in this building. The basement and first floor provided not only covered parking protected from searching eyes but also a flood zone for the hurricanes that occasionally raced up the Atlantic seacoast of the States–although only rarely affecting this South Carolina beach resort. Floor two was the legitimate book and magazine publishing house fronting the enterprises. The third floor housed the integral, yet also separate, pornographic publishing operations.
A buffer floor of storage rooms, archive vaults, and security areas occupied the fourth floor. Everyone going above this floor was closely checked. The Handcuff Club, a very private and exclusive men’s club occupied the next two floors, the public entertainment rooms on the fifth floor and the very private rooms plus photography and movie studio rooms and an Internet Web site studio on the sixth floor. An extensive medical clinic, manned by medical technicians around the clock and supervised by a full-time doctor, plus a few small apartments for a select number of staffers made of the seventh floor. On the waterfront side of the eighth floor were located more staff apartments, with the road side taken up by a two-story elaborate dungeon set. Chad’s private penthouse started on the waterfront side of the ninth floor and took up the entire tenth floor, which also included extensive roof-top terracing.
“Hello, Sung,” Chad responded to the telephone call from Shanghai. “This must be important for you to call in the middle of your night.”
“It’s Bao Chuan. You likely assumed it would be. He has become insufferable and is endangering my operations here. You had mentioned being able and willing to do something about that.”
“Give me a few days to get a crew together and I’ll be over there. You probably know I will be quite happy to handle Bao Chuan for you.”
“I know you have never . . . forgotten him, Chan,” Sung Li answered, using Chad’s Chinese name. “It should not be messy, though, or redound on the theater.”
“It won’t. I think I’ve come up with an elegant solution for all of us. Tell me, is Bao Chuan still living in my parents’ house?”
“Yes, the cheeky bastard, he is. I appreciate this, little one. It will be good to see you again. I’ve ached for you. You know how much I love you.”
“Do you?” Chad asked, his voice a little harder now.
“Please, don’t be like that. I long to have you inside me again.”
Chad softened. “I long to be there with you too. Until then.”
When he disconnected, he left the office and took the elevator up to sixth floor. The session with Jake should be over now, he thought. The doctor had given the young blond a clean bill and had even supposed that he probably had not had anal sex before. Chad reached the Tientsin room just as the patron was coming out of the studio, wrapped in a red silk robe, smiling, and taking the mask off his face that many of the patrons chose to wear while filming. Most wanted private copies of the films; few wanted to be identified by facial recognition in them, though.
The man was middle aged, but in very good shape and well equipped. The Henry Bensen Enterprises had as stringent standards that clients had to meet as it had for the male prostitutes. This included frequent and immediate before sessions medical testing.
The Henry Bensen Enterprises were an exclusively barebacking operation. That’s what brought in the high profits.
“Did the session go well for you?” Chad asked, careful not to say a name, although of course he knew who the U.S. congressman was.
“Yes, very well, thank you. Splendidly. A screamer. You know my tastes so well. I want to hear about the next virgin you have so that I can bid on the first fucking. This one went extremely well. He looks so young, and he was highly vocal in the taking. And tight. I have no doubt I was in there first. Well worth the money.”
Which was $2,000 from the congressman, which he no doubt would pass on as a business expense somehow. Plus a DVD for Harry Bensen Enterprises.
Chad continued on into the studio. The three cameramen were moving around the periphery, turning off the studio lights and checking the video footage they had taken, not even looking at the moaning and panting young man spread-eagled on his belly and bound on the bed in the center of the room. Like all of the rooms, red silk–Shanghai silk–predominated and there was an Oriental motif to the furnishings. Even the leads binding Jake’s extremities to the four corners of the bed were made of red Shanghai silk.
Chad walked over and sat down on the bed beside Jake’s bound body. Jake’s head was turned toward him, his face showing a glassy-eyed expression, his face and back were covered with a thin veneer of sweat. A red-balled mouth gag lay close to his face, the red rubber almost bitten through, a sure sign that Jake’s endurance had been taxed, even though Chad knew the ball gag hadn’t been in long. The congressman was built big and he liked to listen to the virgins scream.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I took it well,” Jake murmured to Chad. “I couldn’t take it quietly.”
“On the contrary, I think you took it just the way the client wanted.”
Chad gave Jake a reassuring smile and patted him on the rump that was raised by a red silk wedge under his belly, which had presented Jake’s ass for a good penetration angle from a man kneeling between his spread thighs. He let his hand glide down between the ass cheeks and felt the congressman’s cum dribbling out of Jake’s ass.
“He fucked me twice,” Jake whimpered.
Not necessarily permitted, but Chad wasn’t going to quibble with one of his best clients. “Yes, there’s enough cum in your ass for that,” he said. “Client’s privilege. Get used to it.”
Chad moved a finger into the passageway and Jake moaned for him. Letting the hand dip further down, he ran it along Jake’s cock that had been pulled between his legs and was stretched out on the bed between his thighs. Chad checked for and found the cum from Jake on sheets below where his bulb lay. He encased the cock and stroked it, listening for and hearing Jake moan.
“You came for him, so you had pleasure too.” It was a statement, not a question.
“Yes, I guess.”
Good, he thought–about the reengorging of Jake’s cock and the evidence that he had come. It was important to Chad that the prostitute enjoy his work.
He looked over on the nightstand and saw the two hundred-dollar bills. Jake’s tip from the congressman. The bill for the session had already been paid. It had been a hefty one, in keeping with involving the taking of a virgin ass.
“It was satisfactory for you, wasn’t it?” he asked Jake after determining in his own mind that it had been.
“It hurt like hell . . . but, yes, it’s what I wanted. Was it like this for you too, the first time. Or have you never . . . ?”
“Yes, Jake, there was a first time for me too. Not now. Now I only top. But there was a first time being taken for me too. It gets easier. In time it will be a snap for you.” And it was much more like this than I’ll admit to you, he went on to think.
On the proverbial bearskin rug in front of a roaring fire in an ornate fireplace in his parents’ European-style mansion in the hills above the Shanghai Bund, where his father had managed an export house. He’d been summoned home from his university studies at Cambridge by the tragic boating accident on the Yangtze River that had taken both of his parents’ lives, leaving him an only child. Not exactly an orphan as he was eighteen. But alone and unprotected in the world just the same. And on the other side of the world from his world–in China.
The family’s Chinese lawyer, Bao Chuan, taking advantage of the grieving young man. Hogtying him on the rug in front of the fireplace. A red silk scarf–strong Shanghai silk–run behind Chad’s neck, binding his wrists on either side of his neck and continuing down and binding his ankles, immobilizing his movement. A red silk pillow under the small of his back, presenting his virginal hole for Bao Chuan’s cock, his mouth initially gagged with a red silk scarf, but later taken away so that Bao Chuan could hear his screams of taking.
Bao Chuan taking him swiftly the first time, once the laborious chore of getting inside him was accomplished. Barebacking him, filling his passage with cum. Then rising and sitting in a wing chair by the fireplace, drinking Chad’s father’s best brandy, while watching and leering at Chad, laying, still bound on his side, panting and crying, the gag back in place because Bao Chuan didn’t want to hear what Chad had to say. Fucking Chad again there, more slowly, Chad moaning and, to his shame, beginning to enjoy the fuck, having fantasies of his fulfilled. And then a third time before he was released from the bindings by the fireplace.
Chad was bareback fucked through the night on his parents’ bed, spread-eagled, tied off at the four corner posters with strong red Shanghai silk scarves. To his shame, Chad readily hardened and ejaculated for Bao Chuan again and again, and, by the morning, totally cowed and resigned to what couldn’t be recovered, he was clinging to the man and begging for his cock again–and also for the guilt-ridding bondage. Bao Chuan held Chad as his sexual slave for four days and nights, teaching Chad everything he knew, in his refined experience in bondage sex, concerning how to please him and other men.
Such was Chad’s total surrender to Bao Chuan that by the third day, Bao was letting the young man bind and bareback him too, with Bao teaching Chad the nuances of being an arousing, masterful taker.
On the fifth day, Chad was taken by Bao Chuan into the Shanghai red-light district and sold to Sung Li, head of a traditional Chinese drama troupe housed in a male prostitute brothel, where Chad learned not only to act the part of a mincing female character–all of the characters in a traditional Chinese drama being played by men–but also to service any theater patrons made randy by his performance. There seemed to be no end of Chinese patrons willing to pay high fees to either bareback or be barebacked by a young, handsome, hung European.
Chad lost his innocence–and all inhibitions–in a fortnight.
Within weeks, everything Chad’s family had owned in Shanghai was in Bao Chuan’s name. Chad eventually was sold to a visiting theater patron and barebacking bondage aficionado Henry Bensen and brought to the States, where Chad serviced Bensen, who enjoyed employing bareback bondage; was featured in Bensen’s porn films; and, in the end inherited Bensen’s empire. To Chad’s knowledge, Cambridge had never checked on why Chad hadn’t returned to his studies from Shanghai. His fees were paid up to the end of that school year.
Yes, Chad’s first time had been somewhat like Jake’s.
“If you are to continue here,” he said to Jake, still stroking Jake’s cock, which was hard as a rock now, “your education in how to please a man to the maximum even when bound like this will start right now, with me.” As he said it, he brought out his wallet, took out three hundred-dollar bills, and laid them beside the congressmen’s two bills on the nightstand. Jake had already been paid $500 up front for congressman’s initiation session.
“Do you wish to continue, Jake?”
“Yes,” Jake whispered.
Chad stripped off his clothes, draped them over a chair out of camera range, and signaled the cameramen to turn on the lights and the cameras. This done, he mounted Jake’s ass and worked his cock, which had been erect since he’d entered the room and seen Jake naked and spread-eagled on the bed, into Jake’s passage, as Jake huffed and puffed and moaned at accommodating a cock even larger than the congressman’s. Chad reached down and grabbed a hank of hair on the back of Jake’s head, arching the young man’s back up to him as far as the bonds would allow. While starting to give instruction to Jake on how to react to such a taking, the older man began pumping the young’s man’s ass.
The spotlights spotlighted, the cameras rolled, Jake writhed as best he could within his restraints and cried out in pain-passion, and, taking long strokes that pulled his cock bulb out to the surface at the withdrawal and then sheathed the full length of the thick shaft on the down stroke, Chad pounded away at the young, shortly before virgin ass. Chad’s thoughts as he stroked away first went to the mint of money these two vids would make in his bareback bondage niche of the gay male porn flick market and then to his plans for Bao Chuan in Shanghai.
Later that evening he called both Ted and Jake into his office.
“How would the two of you like to take a trip to China at my expense and be eighteen-year-olds for a few days.”
“Neat,” Ted said.
“Sweet,” said Jake. “But fifteen-year-olds?”
“You both look the part. I’ll have fake documents made up. You’ll travel on real passports, of course. Do you both have passports?”
They both nodded a yes.
“What are we going to do in China?” Ted asked.
“You’re going to fuck an asshole into his grave. But, for tonight, Ted, I want you to bring Sasha, the virgin Russian exchange student you sent to me, to my apartment. I’m in the mood for indulging myself tonight.”
On the penthouse level, in the Sian bedroom, furnished with a dominating red lacquer four-poster bed, the blond, smooth-skinned gymnast, Sasha, was butt to the end of the bed, both legs and arms stretched straight out from his hips, wrists tied to ankles and to bed posts with silken restraints, red silk pillow stuffed under the small of his back, rolling up his hips, as Chad, hanging onto a bar dropped down from the frame of the poster bed on silken cords and his feet nestling Sasha’s head between them, swung his body back and forth, back and forth, with his long, thick cock stroking inside Sasha’s passage in a second fucking, using the cum from the first as lubricant. Sasha’s head was thrown back, his mouth open in a passionate commentary on his second taking, having just lost his anal virginity in the same position, as, Chad not one to waste any opportunity, had the lights focused on the end of the bed and the cameras rolling.
“Oh, oh! You’re splitting me. You’re killing me,” The Russian cried out, straining at the severe stretching of his restraints.
“But you’re loving every stroke of it, aren’t you?” Chad growled.
“Da, da. YES! Fuck meeeee!”
* * * *
Operation Screw Bao went smoothly. Sung Li informed the lawyer that two virginal Americans of the age Bao liked were available. He couldn’t resist. They fucked on Chad’s parents’ bed that Bao had kept in the European-style mansion in the hills above Shanghai that Bao had stolen from Chad’s parents.
Bao apparently didn’t know of the secret compartments in Chad’s parents’ bedroom, with the cleverly disguised peep holes. Chad did. The compartments were big enough for Chad’s cameramen and the peep holes were big enough for the camera lenses.
Bao fucked a trussed Jake on the bed as Ted sat beside them and stroked Jake’s cock. Then the two Americans coaxed Bao Chuan to be bound spread-eagled on the bed, while Ted rode his cock and Bao Chuan sucked off Jake. At the bottom corners of the video that then was quickly made, shots of Ted’s and Jake’s fake passports, showing each to be eighteen, were displayed. The vid was uploaded to the Internet and copies were sent to the local authorities.
Having sex with a man that young was a capital offense in China. Bao Chuan was off the streets in a matter of hours after the vid was received at the local police station.
Sending the young men and the film crew directly back to South Carolina, Chad lingered on at Sung Li’s Shanghai flat for a few days.
Sung Li made clear that he longed for Chad’s attentions as in the old days, and, as they sat beside each other, their legs folded under them, clad only in silken robes, at a tea table in Sung Li’s bed chamber, Chad ran his hands into the folds of Sung Li’s robe and began making love to the old theater master’s body with his hands. The man was still hard-bodied, if wiry, and he still could manage an erection to be proud of.
“The silken bindings,” Sung Li murmured. “And then fuck me hard.”
With Sung Li’s wrists bound behind his back and with red Shanghai silk scarfing that extended to his ankles, pulling the ankles toward his wrists, Chad held the master in his arms, kissing his lips, while he stroked Sung Li’s cock to an ejaculation. Then he pushed the old man over onto his chest, mounted his ass, and fucked the hell out of him.
Later, after Chad took Sung Li in longer, slower strokes on Sung Li’s bed, with the master on his back and Chad stretched between his legs along the line of his body, Sung Li’s wrists tied behind Chad’s neck and his ankles tied behind Chad’s calves, the two lay in an embrace, panting to calmness, waiting for their breathing to normalize and Chad’s cock to go flaccid inside Sung’s cum-drowned passage.
“I sense that you are somewhat distant from me still, Chan,” Sung Li whispered. “That makes me sad. When I say I love you, it doesn’t come easily or falsely. I do not waste that sentiment on those it doesn’t apply to. What is still between us and between you and the world, little one?”
“I might as well say it,” Chad answered. “When you bought me, I was property, and you then sold me. You can’t love property as you do a man. And I am still angry, I guess, that the world took no heed of me as if I didn’t exist. I disappeared and no one came looking for me.”
“I must put you at rest on those points, Chan,” Sung Li murmured. “I bought you from Bao Chuan because of his reputation for riding his conquests to the death. As soon as I saw you, I wanted you to live. And I wanted you for mine. I never thought of myself as owning you. I always thought of you as possessing me. It was with great regret that I turned you over to Henry Bensen. But I knew it was for the best. Bao Chuan was starting to claim you as his. He wanted to take you back. I feared for your life. And I didn’t sell you to Bensen. I begged him to take you to America–to safety. He was good to you, wasn’t he? I kept an eye on your relationship with him. I would have taken you back, somehow, if you had indicated you didn’t want what he gave you.”
“I never knew,” Chad said in a small voice.
“And, as for people not looking for you, I acknowledge my greed in that. I wanted you so badly for myself that I turned away all enquires on what had happened to you. They came from Cambridge, and the English consulate, and even the local authorities. We manufactured a death for you to stop them coming. Please forgive an old man for being so selfish and thinking only of his own need and love for you.”
Chad sighed, long-festering hurts lifted off his mind, and dozed off.
* * * *
Chad stood from the bench by the shed in his special park and looked down the hillside. The young man looking up was small, well-formed, dark, curly hair. A face more pretty than handsome. A nice tentative smile. In other words, perfect for Chad’s needs. He had such a deficiency of this type in his stable of young prostitutes. Ted had done well in his recruitment efforts here. Chad gestured and the young man walked up the slope to him.
Sitting side by side on the bench, Chad had an arm around the back of the young man, three fingers gently touching a nicely formed bicep, keeping the young man in place. He ran his free hand over the young man’s slightly hirsute chest, ruffling up the dark down surrounding the young man’s taut nipples.
“Tell me that you are still a virgin to anal penetration. Ted told you that was an absolute requirement, didn’t he?”
“Yes, he did. No I have never been fucked in the ass.”
“But for a price . . .”
“For a price, I’ll do it all. Ted has told me everything, I think. I can’t imagine that anything would have been left out. . . . ulp . . . oh, shit.”
“Relax for me,” Chad murmured. His hand had gone under the waistband of the athletic shorts and jock strap and encased the young man’s balls and cock. “Nice, very nice. Relax for me. Are you going to let me jack you off inside your jock pouch?”
“Yes, if that’s what you want,” the young man answered as he relaxed his stance on the bench.
“But is that what you want?”
“That would be nice as long as later a man relieves me of my virginity and we get on with some good fucking.”
“Good. You’re very nice. Just what I need. You’re going to come for me and then fellate me, and, if that goes well, then we’ll see about getting top dollar for your virginal ass. We provide bareback bondage with full medical support. I trust Ted told you that. And our signature is red Shanghai silk restraints. Red silk. Attention-getting lovely, smooth to the touch, delicate in appearance, but the strength of steel. That’s what you’ll have to be if you work for us. Beautiful to look at, delicate to the senses, but the steel of a man.”
The young Jewish man, Aaron, came for Chad with a sigh.
“May I give you a blow job now? I’m feeling so, so horny.”
Chad was thinking that this one was so nice and business had been so profitable of late that he might indulge himself again and take the virginity of this one himself. He was a bit cocky. Chad would like to relieve him of the burden of his virginity and hear him screaming for mercy.
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