Date: Sat, 16 May 1998 04:20:50 -0700 (PDT) From: JT Michcock Subject: "All-American Rent Boys" Part 3 This is part three of a four part story. A few cautions: This story involves interracial sex, voyeurism, sex with underaged teens and boys and some light bondage. If you are under 18, read something else. If this violates local laws where you live, delete it. Otherwise, please enjoy yourselves. I must say that I am underwhelmed by the response from the posting of the first two parts. If you want more stories like this, I do need to hear your voices. Otherwise, the next one's could involve a transvestite who looks like Loni Anderson and the pit bull he's become attracted to. ALL-AMERICAN RENT BOYS By JT Michcock Part Three Jon and Leon spent a long time atop the balcony. Kissing, touching and enjoying the feel of each other's bodies in their arms. Mouths attached, jocks still hard as they ground against one another. Enjoying the licks and caresses of their satisfied audience. Leon detached his mouth from Jon's and smiled sweetly. "We need a shower," said Leon. "Hmmm," murmured Jon, somewhat disappointed. He enjoyed the attention that was being paid to him by his companion as well as the assembled patrons who continued to touch the pair with their mouths and hands. "Can we come back?" whispered Jon. Leon grinned. "Sure, kid," he said. "Anytime you want." It had been a hell of a night for the sixteen-year-old Jon so far. Induced into coming to this "private party" by Tony, his roommate of less than one week, Jon was enjoying himself immensely. And he couldn't figure out why he did. He just did. It all started in the locker room. Getting undressed and moving into the showers. Filled with naked boys, some as young as he was. Paired off under shower heads. Necking. Blowing. Rimming. Doing all manner of sexual things to one another. The room was filled with moans of pleasure and the steam from the hot water splashing around. People were watching Jon, admiring his skinny body. At nearly six feet and less than a hundred pounds, Jon was just the kind of teen many of these men idealized. Not to be forgotten though was his nine-inch endowment, his body was sed and the pleasure demonstrated by his hardened cock was full view of the spectators. So fucking hot. One pair of brothers came into the shower. Davey and Mikey, no more than ten or eleven. Doing things to one another under the spray of water. Things that upset Jon. Sexual things. After the shower, the hustlers moved off to a dressing area. Jon walked past the "studio" between these areas. Cameras everywhere, recording the passions being displayed in the shower. Jesus, that freaked him out. Almost as much as the kids. Inside the "dressing" area, he and the other naked hustlers, the two kids included, groomed themselves in front of even more cameras. And then, it was off to the balcony. Elevator was more like it. Suspended on hydraulics, Tony and Jon were lowered into the party room on an open platform, all to the delight of the waiting crowd. When the balcony stopped about three feet off the floor, the boys engaged in an enthusiastic 69 that pleasured their audience immensely. And it was an audience that was allowed to play with their bodies while their mouths absorbed each other's hardened shafts. The intensity of the mouths on his body, the finger erotically playing inside his hole caused Jon to erupt into Tony. He wasn't supposed to, but he did. And Tony dutifully and hungrily sucked and swallowed the load that he had been fed. The crowd wasn't sated, however, and they insisted upon a new pairing. That's when Jon found Leon waiting for him. The huge, muscular black man was an awesome site to behold. As Jon had done with Tony, the newly paired couple launched into an even more erotic 69 on the balcony, with Jon taking Leon's foot long tool all the way down. The match culminated in Leon erupting onto Jon's face. Again, the display of the black man being pleasured to orgasm delighted the throng. These admirers were allowed to taste and feel up both the youths as their lovemaking proceeded to climax. More than anything, Jon wanted to please his audience. People who admired him, who wanted to see his body in the throes of ecstacy. Their eyes, hands and mouths on Jon's body provided the teen with the most exquisite sexual feelings he had ever felt in his young life. He was a whore now and he loved it. A sexual toy. And he would perform any act for any man's pleasure. The only trepidation Jon felt was toward the kids, Mikey and Davey. They were too damn young to be a part of this scene. He had spotted them only once in the party room, dressed in diapers and being led around by leashes tied to collars around their necks. Very unnerving for Jon. While at the same time very erotic. As the pair arose from the balcony, much to the disappointment of their admirers, Leon directed Jon to a staircase in an antechamber of the huge party room. Along the way, Jon spotted his companion Tony out of the corner of his eye, sitting nude on a customer's lap and smoking a cigarette, letting the client stroke his hard eight inches. They went down the staircase, much to Jon's puzzlement. He knew that the locker room and showers were above the room. There must be more to this complex than even he thought. Jon followed the nude Leon down about one floor. That was not too hard to do, the behemoth's muscular brown ass was something Jon could never see enough of. At the bottom, Frank, the concierge of sorts for this place, was waiting and called Leon over to speak privately. After a couple of minutes, Leon returned to Jon with a smile on his face. "New requests," said Leon. "Requests?" asked Jon, hoping that this would involve more sex. "I'll explain when we get into the shower," said Leon, as he led the way down the corridor. The pair stopped at what looked like a pair of elevator doors. Leon pushed a button on the wall and they entered the cubicle. Round in shape, and about seven feet in length, the walls inside the small room were made out of glass. As Jon entered, the exterior and interior doors closed. The interior door was likewise made of glass and Jon could hear a hiss as it pressure sealed itself. Two small pipes rose out of the opposite side of the rounded area carrying what looked like soap dispensers. Overhead, Jon could see a series of nozzles arranged in a circular pattern. Located in the center of the metal ceiling, the nozzles appeared to be focused to spray toward the center. Throughout the ceiling, there were lights that brightly illuminated the occupants of the small room. On the black tiled floor, there was a grid of drains and what appeared to be spotlights. All along the side of the circle was a slightly elevated area that appeared to contain some vents. And, of course, cameras. On the ceiling and in the floor. "How much Tony tell you before you came here?" asked Leon. Jon shrugged. "Not much. Just that this was a private party with a lot of rich guys." "Well, that much is true," said Leon. "But there's more you should know." "The guy who owns this place is named Joe," continued Leon. Joe. Jon remembered that this was the person who wanted the two kids, Mikey and Davey. "If I told you his last name, you would know who he was. You've probably eaten one of his candy bars." Jon raised his eyebrows at this and thought about all the candy bars he had ever eaten. Leon looked around and bent over to whisper into Jon's ears. Jon opened his mouth to say something and found Leon's finger in front of his mouth, shushing it closed. Leon shook his head quickly. There were eyes and ears everywhere. Jon's mind was abuzz, he had eaten one of the candy bars in question just that morning. "Is this some sort of funhouse?" asked Jon, gesturing around the elevator. "Why?" asked Leon, smiling, "are you having fun?" This went straight over Jon's head. "Okay, here's the deal," continued Leon seriously, moving on quickly to the next subject. "We are going up as soon as I push that little green button on the floor," gesturing to a small, recessed bump next to one of the pipes. "Once we go up, the water gets turned on from the ceiling and the sides. We're going to be making out while we wash up. And everyone will be able to see us while we're doing it." Jesus, thought Jon, that sounded hot. "The entire shower is airtight. Every few months or so the fill it almost completely with water and stick in a couple of naked guys to swim around and have sex whle being watched." Jon grimaced slightly. He was a crappy swimmer, but he was always willing to learn. "After we get done with the shower," said Leon, "they want us to do the Display." "Display?" asked Jon, turned on by the fact that more people would be able to see, and hopefully touch, his body. "We go back to the balcony and lay on opposite sides. Instead of doing a 69, we're flat on our backs. Customers come by and do things to us." Jon noticed his erection was coming back to life as Leon went into the details. "What they can do is fairly limited," continued Leon. Jon felt his cock wilt slightly. "They can kiss you, open mouth, suck on your cock and otherwise use their mouths on your body. They can also spray on you, but they can't rub their cocks on you." "Spray?" asked Jon, who realized that he was full of questions tonight. "Cum, shoot a load," answered Leon. "No pissing or shitting on you. Joe does not like that." Jon was thankful for that. He didn't think that he could handle people pissing or shitting on him. That was a bit too much. Cumming all over his body sounded great though. "After about an hour or so, you can join us in a Suspension," said Leon. "That's a bit rougher and you don't have to do it if you'd prefer not to." Jon opened his mouth, but Leon had already anticipated his need for explanation." "You're tied to the ceiling by your wrists," continued Leon. "Now your feet are on the ground, so you're not hanging by your arms." Okay, thought Jon, he thought he could handle that. "You're also paired up with another guy," said Leon. This heightened Jon's interest. "You and the other guy are both wearing cock rings and collars. And the cock rings and collars are both hooked together close, so that your faces and packages are together -- and you're expected to neck and grind your packages together with your partner." Jesus, thought Jon as he realized his erection was now throbbing, why can't we start with that instead of the display. "In the meantime," continued Leon, "You and your partner's asses are wide open. Anyone who wants to can come by can stick their mouths, fingers, cocks or pre-approved dildos up there. And you have to take it." "Dildo?" asked Jon never having heard the term before, as he quivered in delight at the thought of the strangers' tongues and cocks being thrust into his hole. "Hey, you are new!" said Leon, shaking his head and smiling. A brief explanation of the dildo's appearance, its function and the procedures for someone to be authorized by Joe to use one soon ensued. Jon learned that the dildo could not be longer than six inches, with a base so they don't get "lost" and no sharp surfaces. Jon was hotter than ever after he figured out what a dildo was. And what it could do to him. His only regret was that they couldn't be larger than six inches. "Are you okay with doing the Suspension?" asked Leon. "I can't wait," responded Jon hungrily, a broad grin on his face. "Anyway," continued Leon, as he drew closer to Jon and took him into his arms. "Were expected to be hard by the time we get to the top, so how about warming me up?" "Yeah," said Jon, as he wrapped his arms around the broad shoulders of the huge, gorgeous black man. "I have one question, though." "Yes?" asked Leon as he kissed the slender white boy lightly on the cheek. "Are you going to be with me on the Suspension?" asked Jon, bearing the look of a hungry puppy. "Nope," responded Leon. "They don't like to see me get fucked up the ass. I have a reputation to maintain. But I hand-picked someone to be with you. He's a very nice guy." Jon was a little disappointed. Even though he had started the evening paired off with his roommate Tony, he found Leon to be a more desirable sex partner. He could tell though that Leon was probably more highly prized for being on the other side of an ass fucking. Who knows? Jon thought. Maybe the person he was paired off with would be even better. Although, after the erotic 69 session with Leon, Jon found that hard to believe. As they continued necking to bring themselves to arousal, the accumulated oil and sweat on Jon and Leon's bodies managed to turn both on quite well. The odor of Leon's now-dried cum still saturated their bodies and flowed into nostrils, exciting their erections even more. Their cocks grew even more excited as their hands took turns stroking each other's bodies. Their lips meeting and tongues dancing with each other. Jon was in heaven in the black man's arms. With a gasp, Leon removed his mouth and arms reluctantly from Jon. Going over to the side of the room, Leon pressed the green button with his toe and returned to attend to the sexual demands of his companion. A piano could be heard in the background and a stream of warm water soon covered both boys. "Rachmaninof," said Leon as the piano selection played. The glass elevator was in motion, and Jon could feel the sensations of their movement. They were going up. As the elevator arose, the lights from the floor lit up. Better to see the occupants, thought Jon. Good. He wanted to be seen. Embracing the black man in front of him. His cock proudly erect. His entire body viewed and admired. The lights from the party penetrated the walls of the elevator rather easily. The music was a bit more muffled, having to penetrate the glass and the sound of the roaring water. The faces of the crowd soon appeared. Looking through the glass. Looking at the bodies inside. Looking at the whores who were being paid to pleasure them. It was money well earned. Jon and Leon were going at it hot and heavy. Stiff pricks stabbing hot flesh. Dancing intimately as the water flowed. Their bodies pressed against one another. Their hands moving over each others' bodies. Touching passionately. As they reached the highpoint, the elevator halted, about three feet above the assembled crowd. Quite a few of the customers had come around to view the youths. Leon made the first move on Jon and dispensed a glob of soap from the pole. Using both hands, Leon covered Jon with the substance, coating him. The froth arose from Jon's body as the soap and water merged. Leon's hands were all over him. Touching him. Until the soap washed away down the drain. When Leon finished, it was Jon's turn. Taking the soap, he applied it to Leon's body. Delicately. Their mutual arousal visible to the expectant crowd. After finishing with the cleaning, they performed for their audience. Cocks in mouths would be the first order of business. Leon hung from one of the shower heads and wrapped his muscular legs around his teenaged companion's head. Jon took Leon's tool inside of him, enjoying the taste of the tool that had so recently exploded into his face. The source of the spunk that had been so delicious flowing down the teen's throat. Leon's legs tightened up around Jon's neck. He used all the muscles in his body to force his tool down the red headed teen's hungry throat. Leon returned the favor by taking his partner's tool all the way inside him as they both lay naked on the shower floor. Their every move being watched. The crowd next saw asses being rimmed. The eyes in the room attending to every lick and stab of their pink tongues. Wrapped up on the floor in a sixty nine. Tongues penetrating the sweet holes. Their mouths sated with the taste of each others' asses. They soon arose and launched themselves into each others' arms. Their passionate embrace visible to all. As Jon embraced Leon closer, he whispered into his ear. "Are you sure?" asked Leon, a huge grin covering his face as the water poured over his body. "Uh-huh," responded Jon, licking his lips. He knew what he wanted. He wanted Leon. Up his ass. "Arms against the wall, partner," whispered Leon. Jon turned around, still holding a smile. The smile would soon turn into a grimace as he felt Leon's foot- long fuckpole begin to enter him. Jon had his arms braced against the glass wall. Looking at the crowd. His face a mixture of agony and expectancy. Feeling the monster enter him. The pain of entry was overwhelming. The crown now passing through his sphincter and into the walls of his ass. The crowd. They were checking him out. And Jon was determined to put on quite a show. A blast of warm air was blowing upward from the fringes of the elevator. Keeping the windows clear of steam. So everyone could enjoy the view. Leon's arms were braced around Jon's torso as he brought his tool further into him. Jon's felt like he was going to split in two. Further and further, the dark, cut fucktool penetrated. Leon slapped the teen's ass to arge his monstrous prick deeper. Jon's ass wiggled in delight. His mouth dripped saliva as the sheer lust of the encounter overwhelmed him. He was a volcano now. His flesh was seething with desire. The desire to be impaled. To have every inch of his lover's tool inside of him. To be penetrated further than he had ever been before. His delight was visible to his audience. He could see their eyes upon him. His face contorted in ecstacy. All eyes watching his body being violated repeatedly by the thrusts of his companion. Watching his hole being used. Taken like a wild animal in heat. Jon let out an anguished cry as he felt the last of the massive black man enter him. The pain. Intense. His bowels feeling as though they were being torn to shreds. Meat grinding into soft flesh. Going further up Jon's ass than any cock had penetrated before. Leon's massive balls slamming against his ass cheeks. The pulse of the black man's body being felt by Jon as the tool made contact with his flesh. Both their hearts racing with erotic pleasure. The eyes in the crowd were wide as the watched the spectacle. Cocks being exposed and stroked. The red-headed teen being mounted by the black giant. The predator launching himself into his prey. The boy being fucked by a man. Jon had taken Leon up his ass, as he had in his mouth. All the way. As Leon started to rock back and forth, Jon shivered in delight. The hot member stimulating him beyond belief. Pistoning in and out of asshole. Rocking his body. Saliva dripping out of the side of his mouth. His cock more rigid than it had ever been. Jon reached his arms behind him and grabbed Leon's head. Turning to look at him as he bucked in and out of his ass. Taking the man's mouth into his own. Allowing Leon to tongue fuck his mouth as his powerful shaft pounded relentlessly inside him. The elevator started to move. Back down from where it emerged. The show was over. An audible sigh could be heard from the crowd, only a few of the voyeurs having had the opportunity to consummate their enjoyment of watching the ass-fucking to the point of release. As Jon and Leon reached the bottom of the shaft, they were in each others' arms again. Cocks still hard. Lips on mouths. Tongues lapping against faces. Black skin grinding against white. Celebrating the joy of their coupling. "Kid," said Leon smiling broadly between licks. "You're a fuckin' natural." Exiting the elevator, Leon and Jon were greeted by the smiling face of Frank. Carrying towels. Jon was shivering at this point. It was cold in the corridor and he was soaking wet. Both he and Leon took the towels eagerly. They were warm. Just out of the dryer warm. After toweling himself off as well as he could and getting his red hair combed by the attendant, Jon wrapped one of the towels around himself as he followed Leon up the stairs. Leon had already discarded his towels on the ground of the lower floor. At the top, Leon noticed that his companion was still wearing his towel. "Hey, hey," said Leon, as he reached around to take off Jon's towel. "House rules. All the hustlers have to be nude." Jon blushed a bit as the towel was removed. His initial nervousness at being naked had been gone so quickly. He didn't mind walking around in the raw anymore. In fact, he preferred it. He wanted the customers to see his body. Jesus. Did Leon call him a hustler? As they moved back to the balcony, Jon noticed how stained the scarlet red fabric had become stained. The secretions from his body, as well as those of his lovers Tony and Leon, had taken their toll on the material. The silk was torn in several places. As he laid down on his back, his head opposite Leon's feet, he wondered how much more action he could get before the upholstery was ripped to shreds. He was certain he would find out soon as his braced himself. The assembled crowd gathered around. Ready once again to take him. Jon gurgled and purred as he saw the first of the admirers launch on his thin belly. An "outie," the protrusion was soon coated with the man's saliva. His tongue lapped delicately over Jon's mid-section, tasting the teen. Jon looked up and saw another man's face above his own. The teen opened his mouth to allow the man's tongue to enter him. Mingling with his own tongue. Lips pressed against each other. A murmur of delight emerged from the man's lips as he enjoyed his whore's mouth. Jon next felt the swab of a tongue on his erect cock. Washing it clean. Delicately tracing the contours of the shaft, outlining the veins. Getting Jon harder. The crown was being attended to. The flavor of the taut skin being enjoyed. A drop of precum being sampled and savored by the customer. Another pair of lips were soon on Jon's testicles. Cradling them one at a time. Suckling them. Teeth nibbling on the ovals. A tongue moving casually into the ass crease. Legs parted slightly to allow for more intimate contact. Mouth on his fingers. He felt the crowd around him jostle for position. Out of the corner of his eye, Jon could see Leon being attended to by his own crowd of admirers. Their hands and mouths were on him as well. Jon squirmed a bit as he felt his toes entering an admirer's mouth. Soon the profusion of mouths and hands on Jon's body grew too large to count. Men taking turns touching him. Feeling him up. Tasting his maleness. He reveled in the caresses. His arms raised. His armpits being swabbed now by pink tongues. The sweat being mixed with saliva and swallowed. Murmurs of delight from the assembled crowd as they were able to sample the teenaged body laid out in front of them. So compliant. So willing to reciprocate their kisses. So eager to allow himself to be fondled and touched. Purring in delight as each hand and mouth made contact with his body. Opening their bathrobes, men came up to Jon. Letting him watch as they stroked themselves. Touching Jon's body up as they did so. Releasing onto him. Jon lay there, naked and aroused, and coated by the spunk of his admirers. Catching some in his mouth. Tasting them. Wanting more. An insatiable need to have these strangers play with his body. To feed him their cum. To touch him with their mouths and hands in the most intimate way possible. A customer stood next to Jon's torso. Groaning and stroking himself, he erupted with a heavy load onto the teen, coating his smooth chest. He bent over. Tongue swabbing over Jon's chest. Licking the river of spunk. Then kissing Jon. The taste of his cum being shared with the teen. The man grabbing a finger and coating it with his spunk. Sticking it in Jon's mouth. Having Jon suck the finger clean. Moving it in and out of his mouth, making love to the man's hand. Repeated. Over and over again. An explosion of cum on Jon's package. Mouths attached to taste it. Tongues licking and lapping it clean. Spraying on his face. Watching Jon's tongue dart out to catch the stream. The inside of the teen's mouth a milky white as the cream filled his mouth. Adam's apple bobbing as they watched the eruption being swallowed. Tony came up as did many of the other hustlers in the room. With a smile, Tony took Jon's mouth into his own. The tart taste of burnt tobacco on his lips, leavened by the cream of the strangers in the room. This was the man who had taken Jon's ass for the first time. Tony was now just one of a throng of admirers sampling the youth. Enjoying his body. Getting him hotter. For over an hour it continued. No part of Jon had gone untouched by the customers. Being flipped over once so his back and ass cheecks could be orally worhipped. Hearing the silk covering being ripped further as his body writhed in pleasure. Each had their opportunity to enjoy the teen's body. To lick and touch. To sample the aroma. To feel the heat of Jon's body against their own. And Jon gave his body up to their attentions freely. Allowing their mouths to cover his own. Permitting his cock to be worked on. His asshole being kissed and tongued repeatedly. Letting them nibble and touch him. Kisses given in return. Spunk savored and swallowed. Letting his body be used as they saw fit. Being the perfect whore. As the Display wound down, Frank arrived back at the scene to escort Jon and Leon away from their admirers. Time for the next phase. Time for the Suspension. Hustled over to an alcove, Jon was directed to a makeshift shower stall. He was given a quick and businesslike scrubbing by Frank. Admirers coming by to see his body being washed. The soap and shampoo cleansing them of the residue of his patrons' pleasure. Neatly scrubbed, dried and groomed in preparation for the next phase. As he stood in the alcove, lips in the audience were bitten in anticipation as Jon's butt came into view. An ass that the customers knew would soon be ready for the taking. A bottom that everyone knew would soon be filled with their arousal. The next phase was apparently being set up around the center. The balcony was being raised about nine feet off the ground. Ropes were hung over from the side. Frank directed Jon underneath one of the sets of ropes. The teen first spotted his roommate Tony hanging from one of the ropes. Paired off with the hot Latino youth Jon had first spied getting his cock sucked in the shower. Their wrists were tied together over their heads. Dangling from the ropes. Beads of sweat drifting lazily from their armpits and down their torsos. Dog collars were tied around their necks and a leash was holding the collars together. Their faces pressed against each other. Kissing lightly. Around their jocks, cock rings could be seen. Another hustler was tying them together. Their erect cocks soon touching. Swords dueling with one another. Slapping against each other playfully. Keeping each other hard. Jon's attention soon turned to the other rope and his face lit up immediately. Standing underneath it was the blond teen that had been paired up with Leon. The last time Jon had seen him in the room, the blond had been hooked up in a sling, his ass being taken by Leon's massive fucktool. He stood there, naked and hard waiting for Jon. And now they were both ready to be paired up. "Hi," said the blond youth, extending his hand, "my name's James." Jon extended his hand in greeting. Close up, James looked even younger. This was also the first time he had had an opportunity to hear his voice. High pitched. Sort of squeaky. Jon checked out the youth's equipment. His erect cock was a cut six inches or so. A very light patch of blond pubic hair on top of his jock. Besides that, no other hair visible on his body. James's skin was soft and nearly translucent. He had obviously not seen a lot of sun. A beautiful face. A light peach fuzz along the sides of his face that had obviously never seen a razor. Bright green eyes. Hot full lips. A gorgeous smile. About 5' 11" or so. Just a little shorter than Jon. Damn, thought Jon, this kid James must be younger than he was. James leaned over slightly. "I think I know you," whispered James. "Huh?" said Jon. "Are you in the Beauregard High School Choir?" asked James. "Yeah," said Jon, raising his eyebrows. Did he know this kid? "You did a concert at our school a couple of months ago," smiled James. Jon was dumbfounded for a moment until he remembered that his group had gone to a local junior high to entertain the students. His eyes lit up in recognition and surprise. Jesus, thought Jon, those were seventh and eighth graders. "How old are you?" asked Jon. "Fourteen," answered James, blushing. "Next week anyway. I'm going to Beauregard in the fall." A shudder went up Jon's spine. This kid was so young. Jon couldn't think anymore as he felt the pair of hands around his neck. Attaching the dog collar. Meticulously securing the strap. Not too tight, not too loose. A leather collar was being attached around James's throat as well. A leash was attached first to Jon's collar and then to James's. Hooked together but not too tightly. The teens soon found their arms raised as wrist restraints were being attached. Gently being pushed closer together. Jon could smell James's sweet breath. Only inches from his face. No hair under the kid's armpits. But, Jesus, he smelled good. I could still get out of this, thought Jon. Leon told me I didn't have to do this. As he looked around the room he saw the expectant eyes of the strangers. Wanting Jon's ass. The teen felt his hole twitch in anticipation. The thought of his hole being plowed by all the cocks in the room had occupied his thoughts since Jon had been told of the procedure. Being opened by one of those dildoes. Fingers toying with his opening. Lips and tongues attached. Jon sure as hell didn't want to miss that. Jon looked over his partner's body. Beautiful face. Gorgeous body. James was hot and he was old enough to have pubes. And the look on his face told Jon he wanted to be there. Jon would remain silent. He would have to think this through. He could get out of this anytime, he thought. The cockrings were attached next. Jon looked down to see James's and his packaged being encircled. Cocks went through one hole. The two teen's amply large testicles had their own openings, a strap of leather dividing them. Two small metal hooks on the sides of the cockrings. These were being threaded together with leather straps. A slight upward tug on the ropes accompanied the tightening of the straps around the cockrings and the collars. Both boys were being gently pushed together by those charged with mounting them for capture. A leather strap was placed around and encircled their chests. Securing them even tighter to one another. Jon feeling the heat from James's body. His sweat mingling with his own. Next, another strap was placed around their bellies. Padding could be felt in the lower back area. No straps below the waist, their asses and legs were expected to move during the ordeal. Jon and James's bodies were now touching intimately. Faces, chests and jocks all together. Breaths mixing sweetly, their mouths nearly pressed together. Feet touching. Jon did the only thing he could think of doing. He kissed James. Lightly at first until he could test the reaction of the youth. James smiled sweetly at Jon. His tongue was wetting his lips. James wanted more from his partner. Jon accommodated his partner's request, placing his mouth on the youth's moistened lips. Holding them there. A gentle tongue from James's mouth emerged, wetting Jon's lips. Lapping at them to open for him. The teens mouths were soon nipping at each other. Jon inhaling the breath of the sweet blond boy. Closing his eyes, Jon opened his mouth and pressed it fully on James's. Their tongues entered each others' mouths. Dancing together. The teeth in each others' mouth being touched by the delicate pink instruments. Lips being caressed. Palates being fondled by their companions' tongues. Their chests were pressed together as well. Jon and James's small erect nipples were meeting and stroking against one another, keeping them hard. Their bellies were converged and rubbed softly against each other. Jon found enjoyment below where their packages met. Erections were growing. Cocks sliding past one another. Youthful sweat was lubricating their motions. Their testicles meeting, the loose skin of their ball sacs clinging against the other as the stickiness of their sweat took hold. The straps on the leather cockrings were tightened as their now fully aroused members slid up their bellies. Being stroked with each movement by their own perspration covered bellies. The handlers tightened the leash connecting their dog collars, their lips being fully attached now as the device forced their faces together. The two boys joined so tightly together that they were being turned into a single fucktoy. United as one entity. Asses exposed on each side, to be licked, fondled and ridden at the customers' pleasure. All while their audience could watch them pressed against each others' bodies. Sweat dripping slowly. Their mouths tied so tight they were forced to kiss. Their chests pressed so tight that the sound of each others heartbeats echoed in their ears. Their jocks joined as one. Hard cocks rubbing on bellies. Arousing with their touch. Both Jon and James quivered in anticipation as they stood there naked and rendered defenseless by their bondage. They were fully trussed now and waited breathlessly for the first hand to be placed on their bodies. The first mouth. The first cock against their cracks. The first object to violate their exposed holes. They were totally helpless now. Subject to the whims of the intruders around them. Intruders whose murmurs said they wanted to taste the teens' bodies, to take their asses. The crowd around them resembled a pack of hyenas. Circling. Ready to devour the exposed boys. Waiting to see who would be the first one bold enough to move in and commence the molestation. Lips were being licked and heartbeats raced as the male animals gathered up their courage. It was the moment before the kill. The moment before they would lunge themselves forward and take what belonged to them. To take the whores who had been trussed and tied for their sexual pleasure. Jon tensed as he felt the first hand inserted into his crack. Rubbing it. Moving in further. Jon gasped slightly and separated his legs to allow the intruder better access. Wanting to be felt up, to be fondled and then taken by the man's hand. To feel a part of him inside his body. A hand on his shoulder now. Another hand gently caressing his testicles. Jon could tell that James was being touched too. James's lips, pressed against Jon's mouth, began fluttering. A slight moan being voiced from the not-yet fourteen-year-old boy. His eyes opening widely and his sweet breath exhaled into Jon's mouth. He was being pleasured from behind. Jon felt the next assault on his body with a squirt and a puff of air on his asshole. Cold. So very cold. Goosebumps rising on his body. Wet. Hands now on his hips. Someone's breath on the small of his back. A moan being emitted from the man's mouth as he moved in closer. Taking whatever substance had be squirted up his rear. Licking it off. Pleasuring Jon's tail. In a flash, Jon remembered that he had heard the sound before. Whipped cream. All over his ass now. He was the dessert now. And from the moans and gasps from behind, Jon must have been the most exquisite pastry this man had ever tasted. James released his mouth from Jon's and moaned, as he felt the finger being plunged inside him. Opening his ass. A line of saliva leaking from the side of James's mouth as he gurgled with delight. The intensity of the pleasure nearly overwhelming him. Jon looked at the face of his lover and felt jealousy. The blond teen was so fucking hot. So pretty. So soft as their bodies pressed against each other. How come he got a finger up his ass when I don't? thought Jon. His thought did not last long as he felt the first of the fingers enter him. Feeling up his hole. The finger being removed and sucked upon. The taste of Jon's ass being enlivened by the whipped cream. A gurgle emerged from Jon's lips to match his companion's moan. Saliva from the erotic pleasure weighing heavily in his mouth. James's face was in front of him. Jon opened his mouth wide. The rhythm of the finger fucking inflaming him to take the blond teen. Taking him hard. Streams of saliva now washing out the sides of their mouths. A multitude of tongue strokes along Jon's crack. Eating the whipped cream flavored by his body. The teens' faces were pressing against each other. Hard cocks longer than either boy had ever felt them. Their passions enthused and burning now as they kissed. Teeth now biting lips as their heated bodies dripped sweat. From behind, there was casual lick felt along Jon's thighs. A stroke of fingers on James's spine. A gentle fingering of their ball sacs. The two teens' feet and legs intertwined and contorted with each other as they demanded pleasure from each others' bodies. Pressure was felt on James's hole, the pressure of entry. Not a cock. Too cold. Plastic. Entering his body. A moan from the boy's lips echoing into his partner's throat. Widening the opening of his sphincter. Being thrust inside him. Teeth clench as the object penetrated further. Going into the boy. The impatient man's hand wanted it inserted all the way. To watch the teen take it. His eyes fixed on the hole. Watching it enfold and accept the intruder. A cockhead at Jon's back door. Hot. The head probing the crack. Lubricated by its discharge. Pressed against the sphincter now. Poised to enter. Jon's teeth nipping at James's lips as he squealed in delight. Entering Jon. Opening him and forcing his body ever tighter against his companion's. Sweat filling both boys' nostrils, the shared sweat of their own bodies. The cock in Jon's ass was rapidly moving in and out of him. Forcing itself deeper and deeper. The rocking of the man's thrusts grew ever more quick, as Jon's asshole now became the singular object of the man's pleasure. The cock was hastily removed from its cradle. The man sprayed all over Jon's back and ass. A line of mouths were soon at Jon's tail, licking him clean of the man's desire. Two of the predators decided to combine their efforts to ensure that the teens were thoroughly fucked. The arms of two of their masters were wrapped around both boys. Cocks at the ready for entry. Both men holding on to one another. Their rhythms matching as they squeezed Jon and James together. Packages being ground together, stiff pricks sliding up and down their bellies. At the same time, both men entered Jon and James's tight teenaged holes. It was too much for Jon's companion. James threw back his head and silently screamed as he felt himself explode into orgasm. The hot spunk was shooting up from his cock and onto the boys' bellies, chests and necks. Mingling with the sweat pouring from their eroticized bodies. Mixing with the saliva that leaked from their mouths. The crowd watching the teen as he shouted his pleasure. Watching both boys' bodies being coated with his spunk. The contortions of their bodies being further lubricated by the outpouring from James's tool. Watching their two captives in the throes of sexual delight. Their teenaged asses were soon filled with the cum of their captors as the men grunted the pleasure of their release. The cum dripped down the teens' legs and coated their balls. Their holes were now oozing the residue of the male animals' display of their enjoyment of Jon and James's asses. As he saw the angelic pleasure of his partner's face, Jon knew his mouth must be attached to James's. His lips returning to his partner, James's kisses grew softer as his body recovered. He allowed Jon's passionate tongue to dance freely inside. A hand from behind in Jon's crack. Fingers feeling the mounds. Small fingers. Being inserted now into his hole. A second pair of small hands on him. Taking turns going up his hole. Jon's prostrate being massaged now. A line of saliva emerging from his mouth and being shared by the depleted James. The small hands continuing their exploration of his bound and defenseless body. "See Davey," piped the small voice from behind Jon, "I told you he had a nice ass." Jon's eyes opened wide. It was them. Mikey and Davey. The two little kids that didn't belong in this scene. A jolt of fear went through Jon as panic started to creep into his consciousness. These little kids were fingering him. Touching him. And he was enjoying their attentions to his ass. Their sweet breaths on his back. The image of what it looked like from the crowd's view went through Jon's head. Two little kids fingering his well-harnessed body. Their bodies touching his own. Their little cocks erect as their hands demanded pleasure from the teen's trussed body. The visual poured through Jon's brain repeatedly as he stood their helpless. With a groan, Jon erupted with his biggest load of the night, coating himself and his lover James with the hot spray from his cock.