Date: Mon, 4 Jun 2012 11:11:40 +0700
From: jennifer houghson <bethengalw@gmail.com>
Subject: Pon's Erotic Show 2

Part two - Pon appears

A dramatic drum roll signalled the start of the second half of Pon's show;
a single pinpoint spotlight lit the deep red curtains at the back of the
stage.  Slowly as the curtains opened the spot expanded to reveal more of
the stage.  Slowly the light fell upon Pon lying on a cobalt blue velvet
couch but there was something odd about this tableau, although he seemed to
be lying on the couch hands were exploring his nipples and his cock.  The
couch glided to the middle of the stage, its sides and front fell away to
reveal that Pon was laying on a lattice work of blue velvet.  A man's hand
teased and tweaked Pon's small penny-sized nipples to maximum erection.  As
he withdrew the other hand from Pon's cock he revealed a firm and throbbing
erection, Pon's cocklet was laying firm against his belly and poking
through a half halo of underdeveloped pubic hair.

So far the only part of the man that could be seen were his strong and
mature hands.  But as the spot exposed more of the scene, we could clearly
see the 30 year-olds eight incher pointing straight at Pon's agreeable
arse-hole.  Quietly and slowly the music started, a bit of a cliché but
Ravel's Bolero is such an evocative piece, sensuous and erotic, progressing
from a slow deliberate solo, joined by instrument after instrument with a
quickening tempo leading to a climax of sound.

As the snare drum started the familiar melody the guy's pulsing, eager
boner thrust itself into Pon's arse, with such an un-lubricated force as to
make Pon wince, the penetration was complete as the bass clarinet made its
first contribution.  Thrust after powerful thrust the cock ripped into the
juvenile's arse, sometimes withdrawing completely and then being driven
forcefully into the now gaping hole.  Pon was enjoying himself, his eyes
rolled back into his head, a broad and contented smile on his face, and
sweat dropping from his body on to the man below.  This along with the
natural fluids that were exuding from Pon's rectum was lubrication enough.

Soon a boy-waiter dressed in his black liquid latex shorts, came out and
started to pinch, lick and bite into Pon's nipples until they were harder,
then he placed clamps on Pon's nipples, and savagely tugged on them so that
his nipples were stretched to the utmost limit.  Pon's beautiful face
contorted in pain, but soon it returned to his serene smile.

Slowly the waiter peeled off his shorts, rolling them down his hips to
reveal smooth pubes, his cock was semi-erect as he carefully rolled off the
latex, to reveal his now rigid cock, as he peeled the end away a delicious
string of pre-cum glistened from his Jap's eye.  Soon the shorts were
laying on the stage, a mess of latex.  The waiter then straddled Pon's neck
and forced his cock into his mouth, like a baby Pon sucked on the coffee
coloured 13-year-old dick as if sucking his mother's milk.

A few minutes later a naked boy suspended in a harness so that his legs
were spread before him and supported in a sitting position, his legs were
thin and his body hardly showing signs of development, his cock was naked,
no hair hid this cute petite penis.

This boy was lowered to just above Pon's dick, a dildo was slowly removed
from his butt-hole, one young boy took Pon's raging cock in his hand and
pointed it at the suspended youngsters arse, a couple of naked younger
waiters guided the boy over Pon's cock, and slowly lowered the him onto it.
As they did this the boy was lifted in the harness and was pumping his
plug-hole up and down on Pon, the timing was perfect, the man pumped up as
the boy pumped down.

The young waiters stood at the side of the stage, hands behind their backs,
legs spread.  Their cocklets were springing to attention, but they made no
attempt to touch themselves, soon we saw why.  From slits cut in the
curtain hands appeared and felt for the boys' cocks.  The hands were of
young boys, small and slightly pudgy each one slowly wanked the young
cocks; one of the youngsters had a dry orgasm, his body going into spasms
of delight, his knees buckled, but a tight grip on his cock made sure he
did not fall.  The wanking stopped, only to re-start a few minutes later,
this boy did not have another orgasm, the wanker knew how to control him.
Brining him to the brink and then tightening his grip to stop the effect.
Although he could not cum, this cute kid certainly felt its intense
effects.

The tableaux was in full swing, the man pumping for all he was worth, and
the boy in the sling still being raised and lowered on Pon's cock, the
mouth fucker was now sweating so much that it mingled with Pon's and
trickled onto the man below.  The musical climax was coming, the score had
reached a crescendo when two men, about the same age as the fucker walked
onto the stage, they were naked and stiff with excitement.  One of them
stood by Pon's face and the other at his head, two boys immediately took
their cocks and started pumping aiming at Pon's face.  As the music came to
its final cords the fucker pulled out, the slung boy was raised from the
cock and the throat fucker took his cock from the mouth.

At the finale they came together, the man pumping load after load onto
Pon's stretched sphincter, as it hit is arse, it dropped on the man's
balls.  The bj boy shot his wad over Pon's neck and chin, some landing on
his lips, Pon did not have a chance to lick it off himself as the bj-er
bent over and greedily eat his own cum from chin and neck.  Then the two
older men, shot streams of sticky, salty cum over Pon's face, covering it
with a frosting, they pumped and pumped so that their balls must have been
empty.

Pon was now covered in sweat and cum, his head flopped back with a serene
smile on his lips.  Mature spunk dripping from his face and landing into
the mouth of the man below.  All was still except for the two young waiters
standing against the curtains.  Now it was their turn, as the stage lights
slowly faded to black each one had a wet orgasm, that fired across the
stage and almost hit me in the face.  The show was over, or so I thought.

A short while, a showered and fresh faced Pon walked on to the stage, and
in broken English asked for four volunteers for the next part of his
performance.  He was wearing skin-tight shiny latex 'T' and shorts, every
rib could be seen and the tiny mounds of his young nipples were shimmering,
his little belly-button was showing as a glistening dimple in the latex.
His buns were divinely divided by a perfect crevice, they were round and as
shiny as freshly bought black beach balls.  His cocklet, worn upright was
nicely outlined, the shorts were so tight that his helmet and even the half
retracted foreskin could easily be seen.  He was a vision in second skin
latex.

In broken English he asked for volunteers from the audience for the last
act of the show.  I jumped up immediately from my seat, seeing me Pon
smiled a broad smile and brought me on to the stage.  As he felt my crotch
and hardening cock, he said, 'Number one volunteer."  Then he reached to
grab my neck and brought my face to his, he gave me a wet kiss like I have
not had in years.  He was passionate and urgent, tender but with a bit of
rough behind it.  Eventually I was joined by a few other guys, but Pon
reserved his best welcome for me.  We returned to our seats with the
instruction that we would be called when needed.

Now Pon was joined by a small group of twinky-looking boys, all naked
except for brilliant white trainers and sunglasses.  The music started, and
the twinks fondled and felt and groped Pon, one slowly peeled off his top,
a couple of others rolled his tight shorts down is thin legs and over his
feet.  He was wearing a cockring that pushed his small, hairless balls
pleasingly forward.  Two of the twinks had left the stage and returned
carrying a steel frame, shaped like a chair with straps at the arm rests,
and on the legs, a steel band was at chest height, there was a hole where
the seat should be.

The three who had stripped Pon carried him shoulder high to the chair and
carefully sat him in it.  All of the twinks began strapping him into the
chair, ankles and wrists first, then thighs and upper arms, as each strap
was tightened the twinks became harder and harder.  When the steel
restraint was locked over his developing chest each twinks' cock was
pointing skyward, some were dribbling pre-cum in a stream over Pon's legs
and cock.

At the same time some younger waiters placed a small pot of KY on each
table, we were soon to know why.  Two of the larger twinks carried the
chair with Pon seated on it around to each customer.  His arse was
delightfully vulnerable.  The twinks encouraged each customer to smear some
KY on to his eatable butt, we all did, some even inserting a finger of two
into his hole and finger fucking him for a time.  This proved to be a good
idea.  I was the last and Pon had been well and truly opened up by now, I
took the KY spread it over four of my fingers and inserted them into his
rectum, Pon showed no resistance, he looked down, winked and smiled.  My
time over, the raging hard twinks carried him back to the stage and
carefully positioned him over a small trap door.

A drum roll, he lights dimmed and the spot again picked out the star.  The
trap door opened and slowly but surely a massive greased dildo.  Surely I
thought such a small frame could not take a massive dildo like that?  I was
to be proved wrong.  As it approached his crack, the upward motion slowed,
and Pon tightened his grip on the chair, the chair was fine positioned and
then the tip of the fake cock touched the entrance to the inner sanctum and
stopped.  The twinks brought out chains, placing them over Pon's thighs and
lap the pulled until they were tight across his flesh, the chains were
secured to rings in the floor by strong padlocks.  Pon was as good as a
prisoner, tied to the chair and the ground.

The dildo commenced its slow and graceful ascent into his arse, how I
wished it could be me.  Inch by inch it made its way upwards, Pon's face as
a delight, his head thrown back in pleasure, eyes rolled into his head and
a broad smile of sexual ecstasy across his face.  Now a slow pumping
started and the dildo withdrew and forced back into his hole time and
again.  Pon's little pricklet was getting harder, his immature prostate was
being massaged by the slowly pumping dildo.  The twinks who until this time
had been caressing his legs and butt and holding his cheeks apart to show
the dildo entering, wanted relief for their rampant erections.

A group of five boys were brought on to the stage they wore see through
black pouches, but there was no support for the pouches, no string running
up the arse crack to join a waist band, they seemed to be just hanging on
their crotches.  The first mature man came back to the stage he was wearing
black leather shirt, undone to the belly button, and tight black leather
chaps.  He was carrying a whip which he cracked as he walked to the group
of boys.  He told them to take off the pouches, they refused, then another
crack of the whip against the floor, some of the boys jumped.  Again he
barked the order, 'Take off the pouches.'

Two of the boys did, but three still refused, with that he grabbed one of
the pouches in his big fist and roughly pulled it away from the boys cock.
It was made of a metal triangle with a cockring fashioned at the bottom,
this fitted over the boys' cock and balls and kept the pouch in place.  The
boy winced as the man roughly snapped the ring away from the balls, and
threw the pouch back at the boy's face.  Now he turned to the other two,
raised the whip and cracked it across their butts, he grabbed them by the
shoulder and forced them to show their defenseless butts for our
inspection, a red welt could be seen dividing each butt in two.  Still they
refused again he roughly turned them 190 degrees to face the audience and
aimed the whip perfectly at the boys' chests and nipples.  'Crack' and a
direct hit their nipples became rock hard in reaction to the thin whip's
anger.  Slowly the boys did a little display of removing each other's
pouch, taking the chance to do a little felatio also, so that their cocks
remained hard and erect.

Now the man made the twinks lay down on the stage, their pulsing cocks
still pointing to their faces.  One by one he led each boy to a cock and
sadistically forced them to suck on the huge phalluses, the boys' mouths
seemed to stretch as wide as they could, but each one gave a good show of
head-cock pumping.  Sweat now dripping from their little bodies, the man
ordered them off and to bend over a long bench that had been brought on.
As they did this the twinks stood behind a boy, and without lubrication or
warning they rammed their rampant cocks into the tight arses.

How these guys could delay cumming I did not know, the man raised his whip
and the twinks exchanged boys, moving along the line until they had
exhausted each arse.  Simultaneously they pulled out their cocks, grabbed a
boy around the waist and violently twisted him so that he was now face up
and looking at the massive, swollen purple-headed twink pricks.  As if it
was choreographed the first twink came over his boy's face, followed by the
second, and third until each twink cock emptied its load onto the young
faces of the boys.

Now the man who had been drinking from a beer bottle during the performance
walked to the worn out twinks lashed the long whip across their coffee
coloured butts and they raced off the stage.  A spotlight illuminated the
man, as he strolled over to the boys he stroked his cock to an even greater
hardness, straddled the first boy then washed the cum from his face with
his piss, going along the line a golden shower hit each one full on, the
piss and cum running off the boys' faces onto the stage.  The final few
drops of man piss were drunk by the last boy, then the man bent down and
licked the spunk from this beauty's cheeks and lips, finishing with a long,
deep wet kiss.  The stage sank into darkness.