Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2012 10:17:21 +0700
From: jennifer houghson <bethengalw@gmail.com>
Subject: Pon Finds Love

A long interval followed where we enjoyed the company of the waiters who
served drinks and sat with the customers if wanted.  I had one sit by me
and boy was he cute.  Gone now the liquid latex shorts, replaced by a
semi-transparent loin cloth that barely covered his cock head.  He took my
hand and placed it on his cock, he began to move my hand wanking his warm
cocklet.  He grew harder as I grew harder, but I did not want this mini-god
to cum yet.

The interval lasted about half an hour and the next session was about to
start.  The waiter excused himself as the lights became more dim.  No music
this time, just the muffled whir of a machine, then the spot picked up a
heavy wooden X shaped cross being lowered from the ceiling.  Strapped and
spread-eagled to its underside was Pon, secured in place by leather
restraints at his ankles, knees, groins, wrists, elbows, and armpits.  Two
straps across his stomach and chest kept his body firmly in place as did a
strap across his forehead.  He was wearing a leather vest, and snug black
chaps, with a pair of shiny leather crotchless, square cut pants.  A
leather mask obscured his face, it extended down his throat and was tied
with straps that cut across his Adam's apple.  A short breathing tube
protruded from the mouth piece, his nose and eyes and ears were completely
covered.  From his small ball sac a weight was attached that drew his balls
away from his body.  This leather-encased boy looked a dream.

In silence, the spot followed his slow face-down descent, he was lowered
until his face was touching the floor.  A few waiters still wearing the
semi-transparent loincloths unlocked the leg part of the cross, the winch
started again, but this time in reverse so that Pon was raised head first
to an upright position, his feet dangling a few inches from the floor, and
his butt just below the junction of the wooden cross so that it was
accessible from behind.  Under the loincloths the young waiters had
luminous rings around the base of their cocks and just below the head.  It
was amazing how some of these stayed in place, because a few of the cocks
were small.  But as they pranced about the stage performing their duties
their cocks were clearly seen reacting with each movement.  As they left
the stage they showed that again they had plugs firmly fixed in their arse
holes, these were illuminated and winked on and off as they walked from the
stage.  Pon was left on the cross for what seemed like a long while.  He
and the crowd waiting for what would happen next.

I was passed a note that the volunteers for the show must go back stage to
`prepare'.  The preparation wasn't much, just remove my clothes, we were
all given a mask* to* wear, we stood in the wings watching what unfolded.

Two twinks took up their positions at either side of the cross, hands
behind their backs and legs spread, they were wearing tight white chaps.
Their twink cocks semi rigid with the foreskin slightly pulled back to
reveal part of their cock heads; their oiled torsos shimmered in the lights
as chests raised and fell with their breathing, and now and again a slight
involuntary pulse of a brown cock.

A voice ordered them to walk to the centre stage and for them to take the
missionary position.  One of the twinks climbed onto the other, then
waiters joined their ankles with shackles.  The voice ordered them to raise
their hands above their heads and their wrists were shackled too, a hook
came from above it was attached to the wrist shackles, slowly they began to
be pulled so that they were now standing.  A leather strap was placed
around their chests and they were finally joined and unable to resist.
Then the surprise a pair of youngsters was lowered from the ceiling, one on
each side of a twink.  When their little cocks got to the level of the
twinks butts the waiters gave both of them some head, withdrawing their
cocklets to reveal fully hard and erect young meat.

Then they were positioned behind the twinks and each boy's cock was forced
into a twink arse. A steel restraint was fixed around the four of them so
that they could not move, the boys were motionless inside the twinks.  Then
the four of them were raised to just above the cross, then more twinks and
a few boys were lowered to just in view, they had clamps on their cocks so
that they couldn't pee.

The volunteers were called to the stage, we walked on proudly, erections
pointing the way, each volunteer was allocated a boy or waiter who stood by
them.  The first man came on to the stage, still carrying his whip, he
lashed it against Pon's chest and a waiter walked forward and ran a scalpel
along the seams of the vest, as the last cut was made the vest slowly fell
from Pon's beautiful torso.  His nipples slightly raised from the whip's
crack.  Then another lash across his thighs and the chaps suffered the same
treatment, and across the crotch.  The seams of his tight shorts yielded to
the sharp steel, first one leg fell away from the brown flesh to reveal a
little of his sparse pubes, then the other leg fell away to show his
striking erect and dripping cock.

He still had his face mask on and could not see or hear what was going on,
he could just feel the sensations that must have been exhilarating and
perhaps a little frightening.

The man ordered each waiter to line up the seven or eight volunteers behind
Pon, I was last.  It was obvious that we had to fuck this charmer.  Then
the heavy music and the cold light of the spot hit Pon and the first
fucker.  He was a big guy who roughly forced his boner into the near virgin
rose-bud arse with an aggressive thrust.  His big hands fondled Pon's tits,
and grabbed and squeezed his ball sac, he was going at Pon's crack like a
steam engine.  Then nothing the guy had shot his load inside Pon, he had so
much jism that it began to run down their legs.  Grabbing a couple of
waiters by the hair the man dragged them to the post coital couple and
ordered them to clean up the mess, with their tongues.  When Pon and the
volunteer were clean enough, he went back to watch in the audience,
followed by a couple of aroused waiters.  I could clearly see one stand on
his chair and place his cock into the volunteer's mouth, another sat on the
now limp cock, somehow he managed to insert it into his twitching anus.

The second volunteer went through the same routine, and the third and
fourth, then just two were left.  The man with the whip decided to remove
the mask from Pon's face, he released the nose, and mouth, then the eyes,
Pon blinked at the low but unaccustomed light.  He unbuckled the throat
strap and Pon took a deep breath, then the head restraint and Pon's head
fell forward a little.

The last two of us were told that we would double fuck Pon, to make us
ready for this, two boys lubed our cocks until they were very hard and very
slippery.  I was determined to get my cock into the little puckered hole
first, I pressed my purple crown against Pon's pink rose bud hole.  I
gently rubbed the head over his arse feeling his muscles relax and yield to
my pressure, slowly I pressed forward and slowly he began to open up.  That
sweet tunnel was now mine, at last I could feel my helmet inside his warm
orifice, as Pon squirmed he drew my cock further into his anus.  It felt
good, despite the five or so fuckings he had before, his little lovehole
was as tight as a virgins'.  I sank my rod deeper into him and he just
loved it.  His limited movement made me know that he wanted it all, I
reached around his small chest and fondled, pinched and tweaked his button
nipples to full erection, then the whip cracked across my hand and I
instantly took it away from his chest.

 Now I could feel the second guy's knob-head at the entrance to wonderland,
he pushed with a force that made his cockhead slip easily into the already
full hole. I could feel it slide against my rod as he moved further into
the fuck tunnel then he stopped, like me he was into the hilt.  Nothing was
said but we moved together, fucking slowly at first that secret hole,
thrust for thrust we plunged.  I looked down and saw the whip man sitting
on a platform with his mouth around Pon's pricklet sucking hard and long on
his five inch dick.  Standing on the platform a couple of 15 year olds,
forcing their dicks into Pon's mouth and mouth fucking with a vengeance.

God I was on the point of cumming but wanted this to last, I stopped
pumping but my partner kept up the fuck, his body stiffened, he threw his
head back and gave a groan of delight.  I could feel his 7 incher buck and
pulse against my cock deep in the tight arse.  His jism spent he fell onto
the floor a spent force, a gang of waiters and twinks carried him from the
stage.  The boys mouth fucking were getting close, just a few more thrusts
and they would erupt, pulling out of his mouth they pointed their boners
are Pon's face and let stream after stream of hot boy cum explode onto his
face.  His eyes, nose and mouth were slicked with the fresh juice.

At Pon's cock the man had just shot his load and was wiping it from his
cock on to Pon's chest, this made me really hot but I was still determined
to hold on.

The man walked away from Pon and grabbed his whip.  The hanging twinks were
lowered a little and with a crack across an arse the clamp dropped from a
dick, then the next until the last clamp had fallen to the floor.  Then a
jet of piss hit me on the face, I looked at Pon and his body was glistening
in this shower of warm golden shower.  Soon all the twinks were releasing
their bladders over our bodies, we were drenched in boy piss.  As soon as I
could feel Pon tense to orgasm I relaxed and let my spunk flow up his now
broken arse, as I did he let go a jet of cum that shot across the stage and
landed on the face of the first fucker.  The waiter who was still impaled
on his cock turned and licked off every drop of the sweat liquid.

I wrapped my arms around Pon as he was unbound from the cross, he fell into
my arms, looked up and smiled.  Quietly he said `Take me to your place.'



Ends


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