Date: Mon, 6 Oct 2008 14:10:23 +0000
From: Jeffrey Fletcher <jeffyrks@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jonathan 9

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Jonathan 9    17th - 29th September 2008

It was well after 11.00am when Jonathan heard a phone ring.  Alec, pulled
out his mobile and answered.  After a short conversation he turned to
Jonathan, "It's Bill.  Wants to speak to you."  He handed Jonathan the
phone.

"Bill here.  Alec tells me you have seen sense, and agreed to my proposal?"

"Yes.  I've had enough."

"I wondered if you would last much longer.  You won't regret your decision.
I can't get to see you for a few days.  Will you give me your promise not
to run away from the house?"

Jonathan paused for the barest moment before answering.  "I promise not to
run away from the house."

"Good.  I trust you.  That means life can be much more pleasant for you
from now on.  I expect you've seen enough of Alec and Frank.  I am going to
pull them out.  I will send Andy, who you will remember from the weekend.
Also another guy who will be able to teach you a thing or two.  I expect
any marks from your time down below will disappear in the next few days."

"What sort of things will he teach me?

Bill laughed.  "I'll leave you to find out.  But I know you'll enjoy it.
And you'll enjoy having Andy there with you, rather than those two
heavies."  Bill paused for a moment before continuing, "I'm sorry the
imprisonment was so unpleasant, but you were too good looking, too sexy,
and so obviously liked sex with men, that I couldn't let you go."

Jonathan was uncertain about the apology.  "I guess that I will have to
learn to accept."

"Good lad.  You'll enjoy it when you get at it.  All my boys seem to enjoy
their work."  Bill rang off.

***

It is probably stating the obvious that the anxieties in the Pridham family
had steadily increased as the days went by with no word from or about
Jonathan.  They had gone to the police but that was not a satisfactory
experience.  When they reported that Jonathan was missing they were asked
for details.  The police officer wrote down the information they gave about
their son.

"Had there been a family row or anything before he went off?"

They told him about the argument, and when questioned told him the cause of
the argument, and of Michael's punching Jonathan in the eye.

The police officer sat back and folded his arms.  "Your son is over
eighteen, old enough to vote, and be fighting out in Iraq or Afghanistan.
He's his own person now.  He could sue you for assault, you know.
Youngsters like him are always running off.  Finding their feet.  I expect
he'll be back in contact sooner or later.  Now, if he'd been a young kid
like young Madeleine McCann it would be a different matter."

He was an older man, and though it was now very much against police policy,
he was of the old-school and essentially homophobic.  For him to do
anything about a missing young man who was gay was way down on his list of
priorities.

Michael and Lois were totally unsatisfied, but did not know what more they
could do.  They were at their wits end.  They had had to tell the other
children something, and that had been difficult.  They greatly missed their
elder brother, though he had often teased them and ordered them around as
older brothers do.  Michael and Lois spent many sleepless nights, tossing
and turning in bed.  They became irritable with each other.  Lois without
saying anything, made it obvious that she largely blamed Michael for
Jonathan's departure.

There were frequent phone calls between the other members of the family.

Malcolm was especially distressed, as he had always felt so close to
Jonathan.  Now that he knew Jonathan was indeed gay, that bond affection
felt all the stronger.  Malcolm was in frequent E-mail touch with Kevin,
the only other member of his family with whom he could be open about his
own sexuality.

Malcolm spent long hours with his friend Simon.  Their own love making
became, for a while, almost non existent, as Malcolm just did not feel like
it.  Fortunately Simon understood, and listened, often just putting an arm
round his friend.

So the days passed, became weeks, and the silence continued.

***

It was early in the afternoon when Andy and Tom arrived.  Frank and Alec
disappeared.  Frank without out a word: Alec with, "'Ope all goes well for
you now, lad."

Andy introduced a man in his thirties to Jonathan.  "This is Tom.  He's
going to teach you how to give a massage.  He's good, and it's good to know
how to do it proper, useful all your life.

"I thought I would be seeing you in far less that three weeks, Jon."

"Was that a long time?"

"Yea.  You beat the record by about three or four days."

"I bet Bill was angry with me."

"No, he isn't.  When he told me to come round here, he said 'That lad's got
guts.  Thought he would prove to be a weak intellectual twit.  But he held
out for longer than any of the others.  Most cave in after a few days of
Frank and Alec.  He's not only a good looker, he's got brains, and guts as
well.  I think he'll do well.  The patrons will be queuing up for his
favours.'"

***

On that first evening Tom went off to bed quite early.  Jonathan and Andy
sat on the sofa watching Silent Witness, and then the news on the
television.

"Now how do you want to sleep tonight, on your first night out of the
torture chamber?  Alone, or with me?"  This was said with a hopefully
lecherous leer on Andy's face.

"I was looking forward to a good night's sleep.  With a duvet over me, and
no interruptions, but I enjoyed our time at the farm.  The only sex I've
had since, has been with Alec and Frank, which was not exactly asked for by
me, though Alec made it as palatable as possible.  So, let's sleep
together."

"Good, I'd hoped that would be the case.  Let's watch something that'll put
us in the mood."  Andy got up and put a DVD on.  Andy made various comments
about the performance of the actors in the porn-film, and they both
deplored the absence of any plot.  While they watched they snuggled up
together, with Jonathan's arm round Andy, and Andy's hand resting on
Jonathan's thigh.

"Bed?" said Andy when the film was over.

"I feel such a novice when I do anything with you," said Jonathan.

"You seemed pretty accomplished when we were last together.  Anyway it will
not take long at Bill's before you're a highly skilled sex-worker."

Jonathan was not too sure he liked being considered a sex-worker, but he
supposed that was what he was about to come.

They undressed and got into bed.  Soon they were pressed close, and
exchanging kisses.

"You're hot stuff, Jon my boy."

"You're not exactly cold."

"We must make the most of these few days."

"Won't we be able to do it at Bill's Club?"

"It is not that we can't, it is more that we don't.  When you're in the sex
game, and after several sessions during the day, you are not exactly
desperate for it at night.  But I haven't had any since yesterday evening,
so I'm desperate.  I want to shoot a load up your arse."

"If you're desperate, what about me.  It was several days since Alec gave
me a blow job, my tanks are bursting."

"I know.  You do me now, and in the morning I'll have my way with you."

"You sure you can hold out that long?"

"Jon, if you have any skill you'll make me cum, without using your hands or
anything."

"I'll try.  Now get that chute of yours greased up, my piston's going in."
Jonathan handed the bottle of Liquid Silk that was standing on the bedside
table, while he rolled on a condom, and lubricated himself.

"How do you want me?"

"On your back, legs on my shoulders, so I can see what I'm doing to you."

Jonathan placed his cock on Andy's anus and pushed.  It slipped in easily.
"One or two been this way before."

"You can say that again.  But yours fits nicely."

Once Jonathan was fully in he was still.  Then very slowly he began to
move.  He moved his cock around, all the time watching Andy's face, seeing
what in particular he enjoyed.  What caused himself pleasure and what
caused Andy pleasure

"If you're still just a novice, I don't know what you'll be like with more
experience."

Jonathan alternately looked at Andy's face and his cock.  This was now
hard, the head fully revealed.  He resisted the temptation to play with it
with his hand.  When ever he felt himself approaching a climax he stopped
for a minute or two.

Jonathan began to see Andy responding.  The look on his face, the
increasing movements of his hips, and the sounds he was making, showed
Jonathan he was succeeding with what he intended.  It was Andy who shot
first.  His cum sprayed out all over his chest, some drops landing on his
chin.

"Now you, Jon.  Fill that condom with your cum.  I want to feel your cock
shooting in me."

When it was over they lay side by side.

"I'm not sure how I'll be with a man much older than myself?  You're young
and sexy, Andy.  You turn me on; but a man much older than myself,
especially if he's got an extension."  Jonathan patted Andy's stomach.

"You'll be fine.  Yes, it does take a little getting used to.  A wrinkled
body, grey hair all over, sometimes a large paunch, and so on.  But they
are all guys who want it, and some of the oldies are the most generous with
their tips.  There is one old guy, called Roger, well into his eighties,
comes once a week.  All he wants to do is to suck a cock.  He takes his
false teeth out first, and he sure gives a good blow-job.  He doesn't like
to take too long.  He is generous.  The minimum tip is twenty quid, often
more.  He is so grateful.  He then toddles off for his lunch in the main
part of the club.  The whole thing with him never takes more than twenty
minutes."

"That's all he wants?"

"Yes.  The older they are the more they appreciate the body of a sexy young
man like yours.  Their Adonis body days are long past, whereas younger and
middle aged men are jealous of what we've got and they've more recently
lost."

In the morning the roles were reversed, and they had a further session in
the shower together.

Bill looked in the next day.  He called Jonathan into his study.

"I can't stay long.  You know you hold the record for holding out in that
downstairs room?"

"Andy did tell me."

"Congratulations on that."

"You're not cross?"

"No.  Shows you've got spunk.  I like a lad with spunk.  Now I want to have
a proper look at you.  Will you strip off, please."

Jonathan felt slightly shy about doing this at first until he remember that
Bill had seen him naked before, and he had sat on Bill with his monster of
a cock thrust into him.

Bill got up from his desk and came to look at Jonathan closely.  There were
still marks of a couple of bruises.  "I suppose that was Frank?  I think
the marks of the strap are almost gone.  Another few days and we'll get you
working at the club.  I am sure you'll enjoy it once you've started, and
you should make quite a lot of money."  He patted Jonathan's arse.  "I'm
almost tempted to keep you for myself.  How's the massage lessons going?"

They discussed this for a few minutes while Jonathan put his T-shirt and
jeans back on.  Then Bill left, having first given some orders to Tom and
Andy.

Later Jonathan asked Andy about Bill's words about, keeping him for
himself.

"Bill keeps one or two boys exclusively for himself.  They don't go with
anyone else.  And with Bill it is all bareback stuff.  He tends to have
some one as his pet boy for two or three years.  Then they either start
working with the rest of us, or just disappear."

"Just disappear, that sounds ominous."

Andy laughed.  "No, nothing like that.  Bill will find them a job, and they
leave as well off as if they had been working in the club with the rest of
us.  Bill is a very wealthy man.  He has many irons in the fire, that is
why he is always rushing around.

Jonathan found the sessions with Tom both interesting and enjoyable.  In
one of the upstairs rooms Tom set up a massage table.  Each session began
with Tom massaging certain parts of Jonathan's anatomy.  Then Jonathan had
to do the same to Tom.

"Always remember, Jonathan, that the sort of massage we give is not the
same as what we give to injured sportsmen.  It is to give pleasure, mainly
erotic pleasure to the man on the table.  Some of them will just want to
relax, they will come in and say they've had a heavy day at work, offer
them a massage.  In those circumstances if they go to sleep on you, you've
given them a good massage.  Others will be wanting to enjoy the feel of a
young man's hands on their body, and to end with your hands on their
genitals.  Some will cum, others will not, wanting to keep it for some more
intimate fun with you.  That's fine, as long as the client is satisfied."

These massage sessions were given twice a day.  Sometimes Andy came and
joined in.  Throughout the whole time Tom kept up a running commentary on
exactly what he was doing, or telling Jonathan how he should be doing it,
or even more even often recounted a series of revealing and humorous tales
from his own experiences.  Jonathan learnt a lot.

***

Jonathan's bruises faded.

"I've rung Bill, and told him the marks of the torture chamber, or rather
the room downstairs as he prefers to call it, have now completely gone.  He
says he will be out to inspect you as soon as he can.

Bill came on the afternoon of the last Saturday in the month.  He unlocked
the door of the room that he use as an office, and asked Jonathan and Andy
to come in.

"Well, Jonathan?  Andy here tells me you are ready to begin work.  How are
you feeling about it?"

"Mixed feelings really.  I'm wondering what I've let myself in for.  Yes, I
may well enjoy it, I hope so.  But on the other hand, having to do it, with
and for people who are paying, I'm not so sure."

"Understandable!  Now let's have a proper look at you.  Get your kit off,
and let me see if all the marks have gone."

For the second time Jonathan removed all his clothes, and stood naked in
front of Bill.  Again Bill came round and looked closely.  He ran his hands
up and down Jonathan's back, and gave his buttocks a gentle squeeze.  Then
he examined Jonathan's front.  He cupped Jonathan's cock and balls, and his
cock immediately hardened.  "Good response."

"You think he's ready, Andy?"

"Yes, Bill.  He's ready.  He'll make a good addition to the Boys."

"I'm still tempted to keep him for myself.  He's a real good looker, and as
sexy as you make them."  He paused, as if thinking.  "I think you'll enjoy
and be more fulfilled with the Boys.  You're more than a sexy good looker.
You've got brains.  You can talk intelligently.  You know the difference
between an atom and a molecule."

"What use will that be?" asked Jonathan.

"Many of the patrons at the club, are not just well off, they are also
intelligent.  They wouldn't have got where they are if they hadn't got more
than their fair share of grey cells in their loaves.  Quite a lot of men,
relax after sex.  They like to talk.  In the straight scene I believe it's
called 'pillow talk'. Most of the Boys are as thick as two planks, present
company excepted."  Bill looked at Andy and winked.  "Even if you don't
know what a sub-prime mortgage is you'll know how to ask intelligently to
find out. With the present financial crisis a lot of guys may well start
talking about financial matters.  I think you'll go down well with the
patrons.  Put your clothes back on.  A car will collect you both early
Sunday evening and take you to the club.  Sunday evening is usually fairly
quiet, and Monday is not the busiest of days.  That will give you an
opportunity to get to know the ropes.  Now let's have a drink, and make a
toast to your success as one of my Boys."

Bill poured out drinks for the three of them.  When he got up to go, Bill
suddenly put his hands in his pockets and pulled out a couple of envelopes,
one he handed to Andy and the other to Jonathan.

Jonathan tore open the envelope.  Inside was a slip of paper, he pulled it
out and read it.  Inside was a pay slip, saying that Jonathan had earned
£125.  He looked at Bill in puzzlement, "But I haven't done anything for
you yet."

"I put you on the pay-roll the day you went down below.  It's not much for
five weeks down there, but from now on you get paid more, and the tips will
probably more than double what you get."

***

Jonathan and Andy were collected about 6.00pm on that Sunday evening.
Jonathan tried to orientate himself, and catch a sight of street names and
other evidence, and came to the conclusion he had been somewhere in the
Finchley region of north London.

The car turned off the main road, and down a narrow back street.

"This is where we get out.  This is the back entrance to Bill's Club," said
Andy.

He went up to a solid looking door in a building.  He had to identify
himself by name, before the door opened and they were admitted.  The door
had been opened by a man, probably in his late thirties.

"Hi, Kev.  Good to see you.  You on duty then?  This is Jonathan, joining
the Boys."

Kev put out a hand, which Jonathan shook.

"Kev and his mates see to the smooth running of this part of the club",
said Andy "If you have any problems or anything you want to know, and I'm
not available, then you can always ask Kev and his mates for help.  They're
always dressed smartly in a suit.  The uniform for we Boys is tight jeans
and a tight Tshirt.  Which room is to be Jon's?"

"Number eight, Stevie's old room."

"Follow me, Jon, I'll take you up there first of all."

Andy led the way up some stairs and into a room where there was a pool
table and Table-tennis.  "This is where we relax and wait for clients."
There were five young men in the room, all dressed in jeans and different
coloured Tshirts.  They greeted Andy and looked inquisitively at Jonathan.
"I'll introduce you in a minute or two.  Follow me."  Jonathan led the way
up another flight of stairs.  "Some of the guys are on this floor, you're
up above."  They went yet another flight of stairs and along a short
corridor to a room with a large 'Eight' fastened on it.  This is your
room."

Andy opened the door and led the way in.  It was a fairly small room almost
filled with a double bed.  There was a cupboard, and a chair.  "This is
where you bring your clients who want to be alone with you.  That will be
almost all of them, but there are some who like a session in the Jacuzzi.
When you've had a client up here, remember always to take off the sheet,
and take it down to be washed.  Clients don't like to find a crumpled sheet
with cum stains on it from a previous client.  Always have a shower
yourself.  Offer a shower to your client, it is often good to shower
together and you to soap and wash down your man.  Do it well, and you will
probably get an extra tip."

Andy led the way out of the room and along to a room with a couple of
showers.  "Both cubicles take two easily."

"Let me take you back down stairs and introduce you to some of the Boys."
Andy led the way back down stairs.  There were now six in the room they had
initially come through.  Introductions were made.

"Were you in Bill's torture chamber?"

"Yes.  Why?"

"How long?"

"Three weeks."

"Three weeks.  That must be the bloody record.  I only lasted six days."

Several of them mentioned how long they had managed to hold out, the others
had accepted Bill's offer without hesitation.

"Were Frank and Alec your keepers."

"Yes," replied Jonathan.

"That Frank's a fucking bastard.  Alec's bad enough."

"Life here is much more fun.  We all support and encourage each other.
Though we usually deal with punters individually, we are a team.  The
punters are well heeled, and throw their money around, so it's good for
us."

Andy then took Jonathan through to another room with a counter along one
side.

"The clients come in through that door.  That leads to the main part of the
club.  But on the other side it is a sort of secret door in a broom
cupboard off the toilets.  There is a member of staff on the other side
that lets them through.  They get undressed and put all their things in a
locker.  There are bathrobes available for them.  They then come through
into the main room where the guys are at the moment.  They may sit and talk
before choosing who they want to go with.  Usually a couple of the Boys are
welcomers and introduce the client to the rest."

"Now let me show you downstairs."  Andy led the way downstairs to the door
by which they had entered the building.  The laundry is in there.  There is
an exercise room with some equipment and a sun bed for our use.  It is
important to keep fit, and a light all-over tan adds to the sex appeal."

Andy opened another door, and a waft of warm damp air greeted them.  Andy
allowed Jonathan a very brief look.  There were a couple in the Jacuzzi,
one with silver hair, and the other, much younger, with a mop of red hair.
Their arms were round each other, and they were kissing.

"Mustn't interrupt.  Josh looks busy."

"What'll happen tomorrow?"

"Monday is a quiet day, usually.  I will show you where you can observe
what happens when a client comes in.  Then when you've seen that, and are
ready, you can join the rest and take it as it comes.  I'll be around to
help you as much as possible."

Andy then showed another room to Jonathan.  "This is where we eat, and can
watch the proper telly.  It's all boring porn for the clients upstairs.
Clients don't come in here.  We can get ourselves tea or coffee, or squash,
and biscuits whenever we want.  By the way, the grub is great.  We get the
same nosh as is served in the main part of the club."

They went up and joined the others.  A couple were playing table tennis,
and the rest were either chatting or watching the television

After about ten minutes Josh appeared leading the silver haired man he had
been with in the Jacuzzi.  Both had bathrobes on, and Jonathan thought the
older man had a very distinct tenting in the font, which he was trying to
conceal.  They disappeared up the stairs.

"The guy Josh is with is a regular," said Andy.  "A barrister.  And he
lives in the Albany."

"Good tipper, too," said another of the Boys.


Jeffrey at jeffyrks@hotmail.com