Date: Wed, 9 Mar 2005 10:46:00 EST
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: Garage Mechanic part7

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Someone shook my shoulder, and I heard a strange voice.
"Mark, wake up, you've been asleep for a couple of hours."
I rubbed my eyes and the events of the morning came flooding back. I turned
my head and saw  the most beautiful boy I've ever seen standing by the bed. He
looked about 14 or 15, but I later found out he was 19. He was 5 ft 7 or 8
with a slim, hairless body, but he was what they now call honed, all his muscles
being clearly defined. His long blonde hair was tied back in a pony-tail. He
had sparkling blue eyes. Around his waist was a thin cord which supported a
small square of soft brown leather front and back, like a Red Indian's loin
cloth, but much skimpier. It left little to the imagination and as he turned and
bent to put a glass of water on the bedside cabinet I could see that he had no
pubic hair. His cock was soft about 3 inches long with a mushroom shaped knob.
I noticed that he had no armpit hair either, so I guessed all his body hair
had been shaved off.
"W .. wh .. who are you?" I managed to stammer, as my still stiff prick
twitched under the sheet.
"When I'm here I'm called D.T." He grinned. "There's a glass of water if
you're thirsty, and you may want to piss, then I'm to take you down to have
some food."
"Thanks, er, D.T. I am thirsty and I do need a piss. And, um, I might need to
get my bum clean too, it feels a bit sticky." I was totally relaxed and
unselfconscious.
D.T. laughed. "Don't worry about your hole, I'll be attending to that later."

He threw the sheet off my body, and as I drank the water I wondered what his
last comment had meant.
"Mmm, nice." He said, his eyes travelling up and down my body and settling
on my prick.
"Thanks, although I don't know how I'll piss with it hard?"
D.T. grabbed my hand, pulling me off the bed. I noticed that the front flap
of his loincloth was lifting away from his lithe body.
"Don't worry Mark, I'll take care of that, it's another of my specialities,"
 he turned and smiled sexily at me, "but not for everybody."
He squeezed my hand and I felt somehow flattered as he led me into the
bathroom.
"I'd better not get anything wet." he said.
Then he kicked off his flip-flops and undid his waist cord, putting the loin
cloth onto a stool. I was right, his beautiful lithe body was totally
hairless. His uncut prick was now stiff, around 7 inches long and nearly as thick as
Earl's, and the shaft was marble white, showing his blue veins clearly. His
knob was red and wider at it's widest point than his shaft. He had a loose red
ball sac and what looked like a pair of big balls.
"What a beautiful prick," I sighed, "just like you."
"Thanks Mark, but we call them cocks around here. Hang on a minute while I
get ready."
D.T. climbed into the bath and I saw that he had a big hard bottom, what's
now called a bubble butt, he knelt facing me.
"Come closer." He ordered. "When I open my mouth piss in it and, if you can,
piss slowly."
A little shocked at the thought of someone drinking another boy's piss I
nevertheless moved forwards and bent my hard prick, with a little difficulty, to
point at his open mouth. I tried to relax and was rewarded with a reasonable
flow of piss. The first bit hit D.T. on the cheek, so I adjusted my aim and got
it into his mouth, concentrating hard I managed to keep up a steady flow. Head
began to swallow noisily and I started to get turned on by the sight. I
looked down at his pr, "no, cock" I thought, and saw his big red knob was shiny
with precum. As my flow slowed down D.T. moved forwards and took my knob into
his mouth and sucked the last drops out of me, I shivered with pleasure. I was
turned on, my cock was stiffer now. I reached down for his cock, but he knocked
my hand away.
"No, not yet you sexy little bugger, food first."
He got out of the bath and kissed me, I opened my mouth automatically and
tasted my saltiness as we intertwined our tongues.
"That's all you're getting for now." He told me emphatically.
Then he turned to the hand basin and swilled his face. He put his flip-flops
back on, and when he put the loin cloth on the front flap tented straight out,
laying over his cock like a curtain, leaving his shiny red knob exposed. It
looked so sexy. He took my hand again and lead me downstairs. At the first door
we came to he stopped.
"Wait here Mark."
He knocked and waited.
"Come in." it was Tony's voice.
D.T. entered and left the door ajar. As he stood there sideways on, hands
behind his back, I could see that his cock was still standing proud.
"I can see you like Mark then?"
"Yes sir. He's very attractive" D.T. replied.
Me, attractive? I couldn't believe I'd heard that.
"Take him for some food and I'll be along shortly to explain the situation
to him."
"Sir." D.T. replied.
He backed out of the room closing the door behind him.
"What's going on." I asked.
"You're going to get some food, then Sir will explain everything." He told
me.
"But I don't .."
D.T. didn't let me finish. "I've told you, Sir will explain everything. Now
be a good boy and just come and eat some food."
I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. "What the hell is going on?" I wondered.
D.T. moved off and I followed him into another room. There was a large dining
table and about a dozen chairs. 1 place was set and D.T. pointed at it.
"Sit there," he said, "I'll get your meal."
Briefly it was grilled chicken breast with salad and a large glass of
something that D.T. said was a health supplement. I was starving and rapidly cleared
my plate and finished my drink. D.T. brought me a second drink telling me to
drink it slower. I'd taken my first sip when the door opened and in walked
Tony. He sat opposite me and began his explanation.
He had inherited the local Manor House and title several years ago, he was
also a local magistrate. Already very wealthy from his International
Pharmaceuticals company he decided to turn the Manor House into an exclusive, very
discrete, hotel for fellow wealthy lovers of young men. He'd seen me at my School's
swimming Gala last year, he was a Governor there. As I was the type of boy he
liked he'd hired a detective to find out all about me.
I was about to interrupt at this point, but he told me to let him finish. He
continued that he only employed boys over 16, and as I was very much the type
he was looking for he'd waited until I was 16. A couple of weeks ago one of
his other boys had picked John, my cousin, up, (so I was right about John's
sexuality), and found out about how John wanted sex with me and was waiting for
this week-end to make an attempt at seducing me. John had also told him the time
I'd be travelling and my probable route.
"And I'd let him." I thought to myself.
Tony had then had my bike (it was kept under tarpaulin in my back yard) tyre
tampered with so that it would puncture after a few miles and Earl had
followed in his lorry. The rest was history. He then asked if I'd like to train as an
escort to work in the Hotel and maybe travel abroad for "special" private
parties. Of course I knew he meant male prostitution, but I didn't care, I was
loving man on man, well boy, sex, I realised I loved pricks. My only concern
was my parents, although we didn't get on that well, if I disappeared they'd
kick up a fuss.
Tony solved that problem. He'd dictate a letter for me to write, saying I'd
gone to London to look for work. Then he'd run me over to my cousin's in the
morning in his Roller, then he'd go to his solicitors, thus establishing his
alibi. I'd see my cousin and drop the letter to my parents off, distract John,
(and I knew exactly how I was going to do that) leave via the back gate and
Earl would be in his lorry to pick me up and bring me back to the Manor House.
If the police asked questions he'd tell them I'd been talking with his nephew
(he'd got a boy who'd play the part if necessary) who'd told me about a friend
's brother who'd run off to London and got a job with N.M.E. Tony would also
arrange for someone in London to phone N.M.E.'s office to make a job
appointment in my name, even though no one would turn up for it. I could write to my
parents later if I wished.
I didn't have to think long about it.
"Yes Tony," I said smiling across at him, "I'd love to do it."
"Right, if you're staying here there are some rules." Tony said "Around
here you call everyone Sir, or Mr., apart from the other boys of course, I prefer
Sir for myself, but there may be situations in mixed company when you can
call me Mr. W********. You'll have a medical tomorrow. Any part of the training
you don't like you may question, and someone will try and explain it to you;
but you will have to do as you're told eventually or you will be asked to leave.
You'll get free board and lodging, and while you're training pocket money.
Once you start to work your customers will pay you. Oh, I'll be setting a bank
account up for you so you learn the value of the money you'll be earning. Does
that sound O.K.?"
"I think so … Sir." I muttered, still trying to take everything in.
"Good lad." He continued, "You asked about the noises in the bedroom so I'
ll explain. The mirrors above the bed are plain glass in the attic, and some
guests paid for the privilege of seeing you having first time sex. You will have
a percentage of that money paid into your new bank account."
"Thank you." I said, stammering slightly. Still slightly confused I was
somehow turned on by the thought of men paying to watch me having sex; and maybe
even wanking off.
Tony hadn't finished. "We also make films for sale all over the world. Porn
films of course. We're making one later, think carefully, one of the boys is
ill. Would you like to take his place? You'll get paid of course, and it will
be some more training for you."
I thought carefully. I was going to learn the job anyway, so why not make
some extra money?
"I'll do it, Sir."
"Good, D.T. will take care of you and get you ready. I'll see you in the
studio, it's in the Manor House cellar."
Tony got up and left.
"OK," said D.T. "let's get you ready, but drink this first."
He handed me a glass of the herbal drink and I quickly finished it.
"Right Mark, follow me."
I followed him into the passage way and through a door marked "CELLAR"
Taking two terry-towelling robes from a wall coat rack he handed me one.
"Put this on till we get to the studio, it's a bit cool down here."
As we put on our robes, D.T. leant forward and eased my foreskin back from my
stiffish cock and squeezed my shaft, a pearl of precum appeared and D.T.
lowered his head and licked it off, and the drop that appeared after it as he
squeezed my shaft a second time.
"Sorry Mark," he said "I just couldn't resist a taste."
At the end of the cellar he pressed a concealed button and a well oiled door
swung noiselessly open. As we went down the passage D.T. explained that it
lead to the studio about 100 yds. away; and that there was a concealed door
either end. When we got there we took off our robes and D.T. removed his loincloth.
Then he opened the door which led into a passageway. D.T. led me into a large
bathroom.
"Right Mark let's get you ready for your role. I'll clean you out, but you
know all about that. You're going to be a schoolboy in the film, so that means
all your body hair has to come off .."
"Even my pubes?" I interrupted.
"Yes, I'm afraid so," D.T. said with a shrug of his shoulders, "and you'll
have to have a pudding basin haircut. But don't worry, the customers will find
you really sexy. Oh, I'll put some cream on after I've shaved you, Sir's
company has developed it, it inhibits hair growth so that you won't have to be
shaved quite so often. There is a cream that will stop any hair growing for
good, it's not on the market `cuz you'd only need to use it once, but Sir won't
let anyone use it until they're 18. I've had the treatment.
"It makes you look really sexy too." I told him.
All the time he worked on me D.T. would lick off any precum I produced and
let me lick off his, because once he'd started working on me he'd got stiff
immediately, but he warned me that neither of us could cum, I'd got the film and
he'd got clients. Suffice to say that when D.T. had finished and stood me in
front of the floor to ceiling mirror I couldn't believe my eyes, I looked like
I had when I was 12, my stiff cock looked so much bigger protruding from naked
flesh, it was almost obscene, but very sexy.
End of part seven, any comments welcome at _INSILVA92@aol.com_
(mailto:INSIVAL92@aol.com)
More sex in part 8, promise.
Paul.
This work is copyrighted to the author copyright February 2005.