Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2007 09:25:00 +0100 (CET)
From: Sean B <bukkysean@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: whorehouse series: part 1 - meeting david (gay/authoritarian)

THE WHOREHOUSE SERIES
Part 1:  Hello David
By Sean (bukkysean@yahoo.co.uk)

This story is about gay people being captured, dominated ect.  If you don't
like it or it's illegal for you to be reading this, stop reading it now!
It's all fictional, and the closest I get to engaging in and condoning
unprotected sex and kidnapping is writing these stories.

The real sex starts about half way down the page if that's what you're
after.

Comments/criticisms/rants are all welcome (bukkysean@yahoo.co.uk)


My body is slowly awakening, and my head is spinning.  I'm face down,
stripped.  God it's cold!  And dark, I'm blindfolded.  It smells...musty,
damp.  I can start to feel pain all over my body.  Shit.  I'm fully awake
now.  Both my legs are spread out so far, they feel like they're going to
tear apart.  My thin arms are stretched to their limits, they feel like
they're going to snap.  I try to move, but I'm helpless.  The restraints,
rope I think, are tight - there's no room for movement.

***

'Sean, that new boy's awake'

'What's his name?', I ask as I walk down the darkened corridor toward the
boy's room.

'David',

'Thank's, I'll take it from here'

I step into the boy's room and flick the light switch.  The room floods
with light.

David's panicked voice greets me, 'Hello?  Who's there? What's happening??'

I say nothing as I slowly circle his body.  His deliciously slim body
quivers uncontrollably, and I can just see his ribs through his side.  His
long legs and little butt complete the picture.

'Hello?  Are you still there?'

I pull up a chair in front of his face and sit.  His head is down, I can
hear whimpering.

'Can you raise the table please?', I run my hands through his shaggy sandy
brown hair.  The table starts to raise and I signal for it to stop when
David's head reaches the level of my crotch.

I remove David's blindfold and after a short pause, he springs to life,
fiercely struggling against his restraints.

'Let me go!!' he spits, struggling harder.

'David, I've done this innumerable times, and I will assure you that
struggling will do more harm than good.  You just need to relax.'

He looks up at me for the first time, and I see his piercing blue eyes,
bloodshot from the drugs and the tears, and a light smattering of freckles.

'Now, I'm going to talk and you will not interrupt because you will get to
have a meal if you are good.  Do you understand?'

David's lip trembles, but he nods.

'Ok.  So as you have realized, this wasn't the gay sex meet with Sean that
you've been planning on MSN for the past two weeks.  What we do is provide
teenage boys like you to men and women who need you.  Now you said you were
18, but by looking at you now, I'd say you are what, 15, 16?'

He says nothing.  I get up and walk around to his back and run my hand
slowly up the hair his left leg.  With very little body fat on him, I can
feel the firmness of the muscles in David's leg.  My cock starts to harden
as I reach his ass, running my hand over its soft surface.  I give his ass
I light slap.

'Right', I continue, sitting back down 'I've been looking for someone like
you for some time, to fill a large market of people who want to sleep with
the smooth young guys they're used to seeing pouring out of schools'.

David swears under his breath, and looks up at me.  Having just felt him
up, I focus on David's juicy lips, imagining what it would be like to have
them funneling my rod into the back of his throat.

'Yes, you will be sleeping with my clients, and you will be doing whatever
it is they require.  Now you obviously will not get paid with money,
however, you will get paid with both food, and time to spend with the other
boys.  This is how we will ensure you do exactly as you are meant to.  If a
client is displeased, you will be punished, and receive no food or other
privileges.'

'Well', I say as I stand up, 'I think it's time we took you out of your
restraints.  When the rope is untied, you will remain on that table, do you
understand?'

'I do', David whispers.

Two men come through the door and untie David's restraints.  With some
effort he manages to bring his four limbs to his body.  For the first time
I get to see his front side.  His small cock is surrounded by a rather
thick bush of blonde hair, which thins out to form his pleasure trail
snaking up to his belly button. His stomach is tight, and toned, in perfect
proportion to his slim developing pecks.  I can see his dark nipples are
hard from the cold as he sits shivering on the table, his arms grasping his
long hairy legs to his body.

'I've got this bag for you David', his head moves up to me, but his eyes
remain fixed to the ground.  'In it you'll find a waxing kit, scissors, and
a razor blade.  I want all hair below your eyes removed.  When you have
done that, you will use the bucket of water behind you to wash, and then
cuff your ankles with the shackles you'll find padlocked to the floor.
Only after you have completed those tasks, will you be fed.  Now having not
eaten in two days, I would assume you won't be taking long.'

I leave David's room and being desperately in need of sex, I head straight
down the hall to seek out one of my trained boys.  My dick is hard again as
I salivate at the prospect of having David service me, when he too is
trained.  He really is an amazing looking teen, and I happened to like the
hair he had on him.  Unfortunately, the customers I have brought David in
for are more interested in fucking a hairless slut than a boy on the verge
of becoming a man - the kind I like.

As I approach I see Michael in the corridor, on all fours, being led to his
room by one of the attendants.

'What's he been up to?', I ask, as I survey Michael's dark body slinking
into his room.  Michael is not black, but his skin is naturally a great
chocolate brown colour, just past a tan.

The attendant smiles as he locks Michael back in his room, 'Making us
$30,000 in a six hour party down in the basement'.

'The guy must be exhausted.  Can you go out and bring a bottle of Jack
Daniels, a Big Mac, and a supersize fries back to Michael's room?'

The attendant's smile vanishes, as he stares at me confused, 'Now', I
demand, as I key in the code to Michael's room and walk in.

He is pulling back the sheets on his bed when he turns to see me enter.
Standing at 6 feet, I can take in every inch of his nude, incredibly sexy,
masculine, body.  My eyes fall immediately to his thick penis, hanging
several inches soft amongst an unusually thick bush of pubes. His dark
nipples are quite red, he's obviously been well used tonight.

'How are you Michael?'

'Fine.  A little tired though.', he sighs, his hazel brown eyes looking
into mine.

He sits on the edge of his bed, as I pull up a chair to face him.

'I've got a bottle of whiskey and a Big Mac coming for you'

'Ah a Big Mac, you're too good to me Sean', Michael says putting on his
cute smile, clearly awakened by the mention of his favourite food.

I watch as his chest rises and falls with his breath.  Soon to be 19, he
has been allowed to develop great pecs, and a well toned stomach that
compliment his solid, muscular, legs.  He is always instructed to wax any
hair on his chest, trim the hair in his crotch and ass, but to leave the
medium covering of hair on his legs.

The door opens behind me and I see Michael's face light up as the Big Mac,
Fries, and an iced glass of Jack Daniels is poured for him.

Michael looks at me expectantly, 'Well go on, eat, drink!', I tell him.

I stand up and put my blazer on the raised table in his room, removing my
tie, and stripping down.  I can hear Michael furiously gulping down his
fries and Big Mac.  I turn around to see him scull his drink, and pour
another one, before sculling that too.  He gives me a glance, and a thin
smile.

My dick jumps in anticipation.

'Get off the bed and face the wall Michael'

Michael obeys, and stands somewhat back from the wall so that he leans into
it, with his arms held up high, and his legs spread apart.  I move in and
get on my knees to sniff his sweet teenage ass.  Running my hands up his
fit legs, I take a long breath in.  I squeeze his firm ass, and pull gently
on the fine hair that covers my teen.  I can smell his sex, and the cum of
people who've used him today.  I lick my index finger and slide it slowly
up into his pink hole.  Michael moves slightly to steady himself.

'That feel good, Mike?', I whisper.

'Yes, please don't stop at one Master'

I slide another finger up, and feel Michael's warm ass flex around them.

My dick jumps, crying out for attention.  I can't handle this teasing any
longer.

'Okay Michael', I slid my fingers out and stood up, 'turn around and get on
your knees'

Michael drops slowly to his knees and leans in, sealing his lips over my
dick and sliding down on my shaft.  I can hear him breathing heavily as he
funnels my cock down his throat.  As he works, I reach down and run my
fingers through his dirty brown hair, pulling it when I want him to go
faster.

'Show me what you can do Michael', I grunt.

He looks up at me and clutches my legs, increases his pace, driving my cock
through his throat.  The feeling builds up to such intensity that I placed
my hand on his shoulder for support.  He sucks harder, as his tongue rims
around the underside of my dick's head.  I shudder, just about ready to
cum, and he senses it.  Michael pulls off and I gasp, stumbling backward.

'Fuck me Master', Michael moans as he crawls over to his bottle of lube and
his condoms.

'Stop, I want to see you wank for me'

Michael obeys, and gets high on his knees.  He licks the fingers on his
left hand, and reaches behind him to drill his hole, while his right hand
seizes his dick to begin stroking for me.  I watch as his foreskin slides
up and down the head of his shaft, dripping with juice, revealing it's pink
head.  He might not have been born gay, but years of being a whore for
faggots had sure taught his body how to act it.

I lust after every moment, watching his dark hands whip his teenage dick.
His toned stomach would tighten every few seconds as he stroked.  He'd let
out small moans and pump harder still.  I watched his left arm strain to
dig his fingers deeper into his ass hole.  He bites his lip and I watch in
lust as his whole body tightens up, and he slams his eyes shut to let out a
passionate groan.  Wads of cum shoot out of his dick as he tries to keep
pumping his cock through his orgasm.  His body rocks, and he doubles over,
exhausted, and breathing heavily.

I was wasting no more time to fuck him after that show.  'Lick that cum off
the floor and lube up my dick with it Michael'

He pauses for a moment, having just cum, he was in no mood to fuck now but,
at this stage, that's just how I wanted it.  He does as he is told and, on
his hands and knees, licks up the hot cum he'd just released.  He shuffles
over to me, holding out his spunk covered tongue, before diving onto my
dick to lather it up.  He did quite a good job of it too.

'Okay, turn around'

Michael spins around, and arches his muscular ass as far in the air as he
can, pressing his face against the floor.  I can see his pink hole clearly
through the trimmed hair in his crack.

'Fuck my ass Master'

I lean in, my hard dick dripping with warm juice, and slide my cock into
his ass.  I hear a moan and he trembles, pressing his face into the floor.
I meet some resistance in his butt, and his strong arms flail as he takes
my cock to the root.

'Work my fuckstick Michael'

I sigh, and take a deap breath in as his ass flexes around my cock.  I pull
out quickly, and he lets out a yelp.  I run my hands up his dark smooth
back, stopping to gently massaging his broad shoulders.  My boy shuffles
back, and presses his ass onto my dick, breathing heavily.  He manages to
right himself, getting up on his hands, as he forces his ass to devour my
cock.  I hear heavy breathing as he jerks his head up and increases his
pace, rocking backward and forward on my dick.

I am in ecstasy as he rides my dick into his pink hole. I slap his firm
ass, 'Faster Michael!', I order.

He increases his pace only slightly, and I hear whimpering as he shudders,
forcing his ass to take my cock to the root at every thrust.

I slap his ass again, harder this time, 'I'm trying Master!', he pleads,
tightening his asses grip on my cock.  He slams his body back onto my dick,
and yelps, his head thrusting into the air.  I fling my arm down onto the
middle of his spine, striking him hard, causing his face to hit the ground.

'Get onto the bed!', I command.

Michael staggers as his long legs take him over to his bed.  He crawls up
and turns on his back, shuffling forward to expose his ass to me.  His big
hands clutch his ankles in mid air, stretching his legs wide apart.  I
catch site of his pink hole flexing for me, nestled amongst his dark firm
ass, and trimmed covering of black hair.

'Take me Master', my boy sobs quietly, closing his adorable brown eyes and
pursing his juicy lips shut.

I don't need to be asked twice.  My rock hard dick throbs as I slink over
to fuck him.  I bend my knees slightly, and grab onto his ankles held high
in mid air to get my dick into position.  I see his strong arms, still
clutching his ankles, flex, straining to support the weight of both me, and
his long legs.

I slide my cock into his hole, and watch as he bites his lip.  Michael's
spunk has dried on my dick now, so I must struggle to drill myself into
him.  Michael groans, and presses his head back into the bed I feel the
muscles in his ass throbbing around my dick as I force myself through.  In
and out I begin to pump, withdrawing almost all the way out, before
punishing my way back through.  I close my eyes and listen to the sound of
his whimpering and breathing as his ass pleasures my fuckstick.

Still clutching his ankles in mid air, I push his legs as far backward as
possible.  I hear him yelp, and my dick jumps.  I speed up, ploughing my
way in and out of his ass, struggling against the resistance.  I open my
eyes to see his gorgeous brown ones staring into me.  I'm on the edge now,
and I show no mercy, ramming my pole home harder, I take pleasure in
listening to him yelp under my abuse.

'Make me cum Michael!', I groan at him.

His arms drop to his chest and I watch him circle and pinch his nipples.
He rubs his hands over his teenage pecks.  I fuck him harder still, and he
shudders, working his hands down his body for me, caressing every curve of
his toned stomach.  He cups his balls, and squeezes his soft dick, running
his thumb under his foreskin.  I let go of his ankles, letting his legs
rest on my shoulders, so that I can run my hands over his legs, to feel the
muscles flex with every stroke of my pole into his ass.

My body starts to tense up, and I fuck faster.  Michael yells in pain,
forcing his ass to clutch my burning dick thrusting inside him.  That sends
me over the edge.  Letting out a deep groan, my cock blows.  Michael's arms
flail and his body rocks as I fill him up.  We both moan, mine in pleasure,
and his in pain.  I kiss his ankle resting on my right shoulder as my
climax begins to subside.  I slow my thrusting down and rest for a moment.

I caress his legs, 'You help up well Mike', I whisper.  Michael sighs in
relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

We are both shaking as I withdraw my cock, stumbling backward in
exhaustion.  I break my gaze over Michael's dark trembling body, to see my
unprotected dick spotted with small gobs of cum, and a little of Michael's
faeces.

'Clean me up Mike', I say softly, stepping back to allow his legs to fall.
I see some of the cum I had loaded into his hole dribble out and puddle on
the floor.

After a moment, my teen stumbles off the bed.  Struggling to walk, he drops
to his knees, and takes my softening cock into his warm mouth, and down his
throat.  I feel his tongue swirl around, cleaning off his insides, and my
cum.

'Now clean up the floor'

Michael's eyes remain fixed to the floor as he shuffles backward on his
hands and knees to lick up the cum that had dripped out of his ass on his
way over to me.

I bend down as he swallows the last of my hot cum from the floor, running
my hands through his hair.