Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2007 01:51:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Randy Craig <akhighrover@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr. Johnson's Boys Part 5

Juan stretched out in the king sized bed and reflected on his new life
as  a houseboy for Mr. Sanchez. There was a touch of sadness in the boys
eyes as he looked around his posh surroundings. Everything he saw in the
room was over stuffed, over polished, over done in every way.

He felt a new cynism towards life, a feeling he had never felt before.
After all only a month ago, he, like his brother Pablo had known only the
life of the ghetto slum.

It had been his younger brother Pablo who had excitedly contacted him to
tell him of the exciting news he had for him. Pablo, happy in his new
life had secretly been inquiring on some of his "overnights" for a
possible position for his brother. It was on one of these excursions,
overhearing the house gossip of the staff that he had learned that Mr.
Sanchez, vice-president of Petro-mex, was looking for a houseboy.

Pablo had only been able to meet with his brother at a pre-arranged spot
for a few minutes to give him the barest facts and contact information.
He had brought a fine suit for him as well so he would be presentable
when he went for his job interview. Then with a quick hug and a promise
to keep in touch, Pablo had dissappeared.

Juan mused whimsically at his innocence that short month ago. Here he lay
in luxury he had not even imagined before, yet he was definitely not
content. Then, he thought even a portion of his current life would bring
happiness. Now he knew that he, a lowly slum boy had feelings too. He
knew now the meaning of a broken heart as well as the more immediate
feeling of a very sore ass.

Juan got out of the cushy bed and looked at his reflection in the full
length mirror on the wall. He was a good looking boy of 14, he could
honestly admit. While he lacked his brothers absolutely fine features,
the reflection showed a handsome thin boy just starting to develop into
manhood. His latino features had classic black curly hair and dark
pearcing eyes. His smooth hairless chest led down to his patch of curly
hairs and delicate cock. Sighing, Juan slowly dressed to attend to his
few duties outside the bedroom. He knew Mr. Sanchez would have him back
in the bedroom by early evening. Mr. Sanchez was, afterall, if nothing
else predictable. If only Mr. Sanchez had been a bit more
understanding....if only.....

When Juan had arrived at the household, it had been with an eagerness and
enthusiasm as he had never felt before. Upon being let in and upon
stating he was applying for the houseboy position, Juan had been led to a
small study and instructed to await the master of the house, Mr. Sanchez.

His first look at who was to become his new boss was that of a completely
unremarkable man. Hair greying and receeding, a middle paunch, average
height, he looked most remarkable in that he could have been one of
thousands of mexican businessmen. What was most remarkable in his
features were his eyes. Cold, unfriendly and ruthless looking, there was
not a hint of warmth in their glance. They were the eyes of a man who
would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, and had done whatever was
nessesary to claw his way to the top of the Petro-mex oil monopoly.

With a quick efficient nod and glance at Juan he had asked him to stand
and slowly walked around him, occasionally poking or feeling him. Juan
felt exactly like a slab of tuna at the store.

Then with a quick nod he crisply told him "you will do", indicated he
would see him later had the butler show him to his quarters.

It was when the butler showed him to the room his mind started racing,
for he was not taken to any old servant quarters but to the boss's master
bedroom ittself. Crisply the butler indicated a small dresser drawer for
him to use near the other ornate furnature. It was the fact there was
only one bed in the room that had Juan's mind in turmoil. What was
expected of him, where was he to sleep?

Not knowing what to do, and with nothing to unpack, Juan simply perched
on the corner of the bed. He certainly did not want to touch or disturb
anything as everything was obviously very expensive.

Juan did not know if one, two are three hours had passed before Mr.
Sanchez strode into the room. With only a glance at Juan, he said simply
"when I come in I expect you to get undressed. I am a busy man, you
know."

Juan sat, dumbstruck, on the corner of the bed.

"You do want the job, don't you?" the ever abrupt Mr. Sanchez asked
brusquely.

Juan slowly nodded his head, and with shaking fingers undressed. Juan's
already numbed minded was rocked again by the sight of his new boss
unzipping his pants, exposing his flaccid cock.

"Suck it" Mr. Sanchez said. WIth Juans hesitation and questioning eyes,
the man's short fused temper exploded. "Listen, you simple idiot" he said
sharply " you either do what I say or leave the house, simple as that. I
am an important busy man who also requires a lot of sexual attention.
That is what you are here for", he said leeringly to the boy.

Juans mind raced as he hesitated again. Could he do what the man wanted?
Was it worth doing for a chance at a new life? Firmly, and with the
feeling he was going in a direction that there was no turning back from,
he took the cock and placed it in his mouth.

From the start he found it a distasteful task. Musky smelling and
repulsive, feeling, he nonetheless continued the task of sucking the ever
hardening and lengthening member. Mr. Sanchez' harsh demenor never
changed, as he was to find that it never would. He would grab the boys
hair and guide him roughly to a better position when the inexperienced
youth moved the wrong way. A slap on the back or neck was his response to
an accidental feel of teeth on the cock.

Juans biggest suprise came when the cock was at its greatest length. It
by now filled his small mouth and the constant sucking of the last 15
minutes had already made his jaw sore.

Without a word, and with a practiced ease, the large man rolled Juan onto
his back. With a token dab of a cold gel applied to the startled boy's
ass cheeks, the man roughly rammed his cock into the tight virgin ass of
the boy.

Pain instantly coursed through Juan. He felt as if his ass had caught
fire and the fire was spreading throughout his nether regions. At first
he could neither breathe or make a sound. Then, by catching his breathe
he let out a blood curling scream. The man on top of him started to
rapidly pump the engourged member in and out of his ass.

"A virgin' The man grunted between clenched teeth. He seemed to be having
a hard time breathing too and he started grunting and gasping for air.

Juan felt the pain subside somewhat from the initial shocking peak, but
he continued to sob and cry out. Unbelieveably, his slender cock was now
erect and throbbing too.

Again and again the boys body was rocked by the thrusts of the big man.
Juans cries had brought the butler into the room.

"Everything ok here?" the asked the intertwined figures.

Mr. Sanchez, unruffled by the intrusion, thrust away even harder before
gasping "tight little bastard, really great fuck, best one in a long
time".

Juan nodded he was ok to the kind eyed man before the well suited
gentleman quietly retreated.

The man thrust agressively for what seemed to Juan an age before he let
out a loud gasp, arched his back, and the boy felt the cock imbedded deep
inside him stiffen even more. With a sudden motion, the man pulled his
throbbing cock from the boys ass and thrust the member, now slimy and
smelling of his own ass canal, back into his mouth. With no chance to
overcome his shock and suprise, the engorged member started shooting jets
of sticky warm juices into his mouth.

Gagging and choking, the fluids were soon spilling out of his mouth and
down his cheeks and face.

Mr. Sanchez waited only for the jerking motion of his cock to stop before
he got up and started dressing, leaving the choking, boy laying there
slowly swallowing the mans juices.

"You will do" the man said in his usual curt tone. "As you are so
inexperienced let me make a few things clear."

By this time the man was already getting his suit on and lacing his
shoes.

"I am a busy man. For you to continue here you need to adhere to my
schedule. You will be undressed and ready for me at the times of 12 noon
and at 3 pm. If I am to show at those times I will be there promptly.
Regardless, be naked and in this room by 9pm and you will sleep with me
after I fuck you. Otherwise, during the day, help with household chores."
With that the man strode from the room, adding, "remember, see you here
at 9pm sharp".

Juan, slowly recovering, glanced at the clock. It was only mid afternoon,
4pm.

The boys mind was racing. Should he stay? He knew he had the choice of
leaving. Could he endure the harsh treatment again and again?

Resolutely he mulled the situation again and again. His ass hurt, there
was no question about that. It still felt afire. Could he willingly
accept such harsh treatment?

He probed himself. Nothing broken, no blood. He felt his resolve
returning. He could do this, at least until something better came along.
He knew if he were still  here this evening Mr. Sanchez would take that
as his asqisence of the situation and he could expect nothing better than
whatever Mr. Sanchez decided to do to him.

With a final thought of leaving, Juan squared up his shoulders and
started to dress. He would stay as long as he could.

Leaving the room, with as calm of a voice as he could he asked the butler
the house rules and when to eat. He was ravenious. Ignoring the staffs
questioning eyes he made his way to the staff kitchen and ate the biggest
and best meal of his life. Next, he made his way to the staff living room
and occupied his time getting familiar with the household.

All too soon the clock was approaching 9 oclock. So soon? Should he walk
out the door? After another inner struggle he walked again to the bedroom
and slowly stripped naked.

At exactly 9 oclock Mr. Sanchez strode in. The same grim look, the same
resolute purpose. He did not seem at all suprised to see the boy on his
bed.

Although Juan had secretly hoped the man would be too tired, it was
immediately obvious that the man was expecting a repeat of their earlier
experience. In fact almost exactly the same experience as it was very
apparent to the young boy that this was a man with absolutely no
imagination.

The same flaccid cock thrust into his mouth, the same unexpectedly swift
thrusting cock into his still sore ass. Juan cried out again loudly, and
the man only smilied his lustful little tightlipped grimmace as Juans
cries seemed to encourage him to thrust harder.

Juans tight little ass felt bursting as every nerve in his canal jangled
as if on fire. Unbelieveably, once again he saw his thin cock harden and
grow to its full 3 inches.

Once again,  a slimy ass juiced cock was thrust into his mouth moments
before it spurt out its juices. This time Juan was ready for this anyway
and caught and swallowed the sticky mess.

Then, with hardly a hesitation, the man curled up with the sticky boy and
was soon fast asleep.

And this, for the last month had been Juans life. He went daily to the
bedroom at the appointed times. Mr. Sanchez showed up at least once
during the day and always at night for exactly the same sexual act. Suck
first, deep into the boys ass then cum into the boys mouth. It never
varied. Juan could count the days and know exactly the number of times he
had been fucked by Mr. Sanchez. 30 days, 60 fucks.

Juan no longer tried to stifle his vocal cries while he was being fucked
as he knew instinctively that the man enjoyed them, enjoyed his thrashing
and expressions of discomfort and pain.

It still hurt every time, but he was able to alleviate some of the
sharpest pain by secretly putting lube up his ass before the big mans
arrival.

Around the household he worked at holding his head high but it was
difficult, as Mr. Sanchez made no secret he slept with the boy. He even
seemed to relish the staffs occasional "accidental" trips into the master
bedroom as he was fucking the boy. It seemed to make him thrust all the
harder when a servant he had summoned stood watching them.

Worst of all, though was when Mr. Sanchez' son Francis returned from
college.

Francis was as handsome as his father was homely. Francis was built,
francis was hung, Francis was beautiful, and Francis was the reason Juan
was so miserable a month into his service to Mr. Sanchez.

Every time Juan saw Francis, he felt a quickening of his pulse, a
flushing of his cheeks and a more rapid beating of his heart. Juan could
not even bear to look at Francis. Any time the handsome 19 year old
entered the room, the boy, flushing fled the room before Francis noticed.

Thus he did not see the lingering looks Francis gave him as he left.

Juan fought back his feelings but he knew without a doubt he was
hopelessly in love with Francis. As a final blow to the boys dignity, his
little cock grew hard whenever the handsome stud was around, giving his
feelings away to whoever noticed. As he would blush ever the more
furiously, Francis would calmly gaze upon the handsome boy.

A week after Francis' return Mr. Sanchez did something that startled even
the now well broken in Juan.

It happened in the living room, as Mr. Sanchez was sitting on the
comfortable couch smoking a cigar with an oil company associate. Both men
were similar in build and drinking copious amounts of sherry. Juan,
perched alongside Mr. Sanchez, noticed that the mans cheeks were more
flushed than usual and he jabbed his cigar in the air to make another
point.

Suddenly he noticed his companions longer and longer looks at Juan and
the tenting of his well pressed business suit.

Learing, Mr. Sanchez smirked at the companion "take him for a ride, my
friend, he is a beginner but a good slut".

Juan froze. This was the last thing he expected. He glanced questioningly
at Mr. Sanchez.

"Getcher clothes off" Mr. Chanchez slurred.

The boy, hesitating, undressed slowly.

The man, rocking slightly moved to the boy in the middle of the room.
Tears in his eyes he unzipped the mans pants and started to suckle the
mans cock. It was much larger than Mr. Sanchez', the only one he had
seen.

His humiliation grew as he saw the household staff gathering to watch.

Soon the mans cock was fully extended, stretching Juans mouth. All too
soon the man pushed Juan down on all fours, and without even the benifit
of any lube, started to force the monster into the boys used but still
tight ass canal.

The cock was huge, at least half again longer than the one he was
accustomed to and much thicker. Juan arched his back and cried out in
renewed agony as the huge muscle was forced into him. His torment grew as
the monster, unlubed and dry was forced into him again. His tears turn to
humiliation as he looked up to see Francis standing there looking at him
getting fucked in the middle of the living room.

By the time the man finally came, shooting his load deep inside Juan, the
boy had tears streaming down his face. They were tears of humiliation,
though, not pain. To have Francis see him fucked like that! It was too
much for him to bear.

As soon as the man withdrew, he re dressed and went back to his
conversation about oil prices with Mr. Sanchez, cigar in hand and another
glass of sherry downed.

Without asking, Juan still naked rushed from the room, sobbing and
heartbroken. Without seeing where he was going he collided with Francis
in the hallway.

"There" Francis soothed. "It will be ok"

The heartbroken boy only buried his head in the muscular chest of Francis
and sobbed some more.

Francis slowly led the boy to his room, and lay him down.

"I know you love me" he told the shaking boy ever so quietly. "I have
seen it in your looks and eyes."

"You will stay with me from now on. Don't worry," he laughed, my father
is an ass but gives me what I want."

"Tomorrow I will show you what real love is and how men make love
together, that is if you want me".

With that the soothed boy drifted off to a deep and contented sleep.