Date: Wed, 9 Mar 2005 10:46:00 EST From: INSILVA92@aol.com Subject: Garage Mechanic part7 This story is submitted to nifty under their story guidelines and is copyrighted to myself the author and cannot be copied in any way shape or form without my express permission. If you are underage or don't like stories of a homosexual nature please press the Back button now otherwise enjoy. It is a fiction so the sex will be unprotected. Someone shook my shoulder, and I heard a strange voice. "Mark, wake up, you've been asleep for a couple of hours." I rubbed my eyes and the events of the morning came flooding back. I turned my head and saw the most beautiful boy I've ever seen standing by the bed. He looked about 14 or 15, but I later found out he was 19. He was 5 ft 7 or 8 with a slim, hairless body, but he was what they now call honed, all his muscles being clearly defined. His long blonde hair was tied back in a pony-tail. He had sparkling blue eyes. Around his waist was a thin cord which supported a small square of soft brown leather front and back, like a Red Indian's loin cloth, but much skimpier. It left little to the imagination and as he turned and bent to put a glass of water on the bedside cabinet I could see that he had no pubic hair. His cock was soft about 3 inches long with a mushroom shaped knob. I noticed that he had no armpit hair either, so I guessed all his body hair had been shaved off. "W .. wh .. who are you?" I managed to stammer, as my still stiff prick twitched under the sheet. "When I'm here I'm called D.T." He grinned. "There's a glass of water if you're thirsty, and you may want to piss, then I'm to take you down to have some food." "Thanks, er, D.T. I am thirsty and I do need a piss. And, um, I might need to get my bum clean too, it feels a bit sticky." I was totally relaxed and unselfconscious. D.T. laughed. "Don't worry about your hole, I'll be attending to that later." He threw the sheet off my body, and as I drank the water I wondered what his last comment had meant. "Mmm, nice." He said, his eyes travelling up and down my body and settling on my prick. "Thanks, although I don't know how I'll piss with it hard?" D.T. grabbed my hand, pulling me off the bed. I noticed that the front flap of his loincloth was lifting away from his lithe body. "Don't worry Mark, I'll take care of that, it's another of my specialities," he turned and smiled sexily at me, "but not for everybody." He squeezed my hand and I felt somehow flattered as he led me into the bathroom. "I'd better not get anything wet." he said. Then he kicked off his flip-flops and undid his waist cord, putting the loin cloth onto a stool. I was right, his beautiful lithe body was totally hairless. His uncut prick was now stiff, around 7 inches long and nearly as thick as Earl's, and the shaft was marble white, showing his blue veins clearly. His knob was red and wider at it's widest point than his shaft. He had a loose red ball sac and what looked like a pair of big balls. "What a beautiful prick," I sighed, "just like you." "Thanks Mark, but we call them cocks around here. Hang on a minute while I get ready." D.T. climbed into the bath and I saw that he had a big hard bottom, what's now called a bubble butt, he knelt facing me. "Come closer." He ordered. "When I open my mouth piss in it and, if you can, piss slowly." A little shocked at the thought of someone drinking another boy's piss I nevertheless moved forwards and bent my hard prick, with a little difficulty, to point at his open mouth. I tried to relax and was rewarded with a reasonable flow of piss. The first bit hit D.T. on the cheek, so I adjusted my aim and got it into his mouth, concentrating hard I managed to keep up a steady flow. Head began to swallow noisily and I started to get turned on by the sight. I looked down at his pr, "no, cock" I thought, and saw his big red knob was shiny with precum. As my flow slowed down D.T. moved forwards and took my knob into his mouth and sucked the last drops out of me, I shivered with pleasure. I was turned on, my cock was stiffer now. I reached down for his cock, but he knocked my hand away. "No, not yet you sexy little bugger, food first." He got out of the bath and kissed me, I opened my mouth automatically and tasted my saltiness as we intertwined our tongues. "That's all you're getting for now." He told me emphatically. Then he turned to the hand basin and swilled his face. He put his flip-flops back on, and when he put the loin cloth on the front flap tented straight out, laying over his cock like a curtain, leaving his shiny red knob exposed. It looked so sexy. He took my hand again and lead me downstairs. At the first door we came to he stopped. "Wait here Mark." He knocked and waited. "Come in." it was Tony's voice. D.T. entered and left the door ajar. As he stood there sideways on, hands behind his back, I could see that his cock was still standing proud. "I can see you like Mark then?" "Yes sir. He's very attractive" D.T. replied. Me, attractive? I couldn't believe I'd heard that. "Take him for some food and I'll be along shortly to explain the situation to him." "Sir." D.T. replied. He backed out of the room closing the door behind him. "What's going on." I asked. "You're going to get some food, then Sir will explain everything." He told me. "But I don't .." D.T. didn't let me finish. "I've told you, Sir will explain everything. Now be a good boy and just come and eat some food." I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. "What the hell is going on?" I wondered. D.T. moved off and I followed him into another room. There was a large dining table and about a dozen chairs. 1 place was set and D.T. pointed at it. "Sit there," he said, "I'll get your meal." Briefly it was grilled chicken breast with salad and a large glass of something that D.T. said was a health supplement. I was starving and rapidly cleared my plate and finished my drink. D.T. brought me a second drink telling me to drink it slower. I'd taken my first sip when the door opened and in walked Tony. He sat opposite me and began his explanation. He had inherited the local Manor House and title several years ago, he was also a local magistrate. Already very wealthy from his International Pharmaceuticals company he decided to turn the Manor House into an exclusive, very discrete, hotel for fellow wealthy lovers of young men. He'd seen me at my School's swimming Gala last year, he was a Governor there. As I was the type of boy he liked he'd hired a detective to find out all about me. I was about to interrupt at this point, but he told me to let him finish. He continued that he only employed boys over 16, and as I was very much the type he was looking for he'd waited until I was 16. A couple of weeks ago one of his other boys had picked John, my cousin, up, (so I was right about John's sexuality), and found out about how John wanted sex with me and was waiting for this week-end to make an attempt at seducing me. John had also told him the time I'd be travelling and my probable route. "And I'd let him." I thought to myself. Tony had then had my bike (it was kept under tarpaulin in my back yard) tyre tampered with so that it would puncture after a few miles and Earl had followed in his lorry. The rest was history. He then asked if I'd like to train as an escort to work in the Hotel and maybe travel abroad for "special" private parties. Of course I knew he meant male prostitution, but I didn't care, I was loving man on man, well boy, sex, I realised I loved pricks. My only concern was my parents, although we didn't get on that well, if I disappeared they'd kick up a fuss. Tony solved that problem. He'd dictate a letter for me to write, saying I'd gone to London to look for work. Then he'd run me over to my cousin's in the morning in his Roller, then he'd go to his solicitors, thus establishing his alibi. I'd see my cousin and drop the letter to my parents off, distract John, (and I knew exactly how I was going to do that) leave via the back gate and Earl would be in his lorry to pick me up and bring me back to the Manor House. If the police asked questions he'd tell them I'd been talking with his nephew (he'd got a boy who'd play the part if necessary) who'd told me about a friend 's brother who'd run off to London and got a job with N.M.E. Tony would also arrange for someone in London to phone N.M.E.'s office to make a job appointment in my name, even though no one would turn up for it. I could write to my parents later if I wished. I didn't have to think long about it. "Yes Tony," I said smiling across at him, "I'd love to do it." "Right, if you're staying here there are some rules." Tony said "Around here you call everyone Sir, or Mr., apart from the other boys of course, I prefer Sir for myself, but there may be situations in mixed company when you can call me Mr. W********. You'll have a medical tomorrow. Any part of the training you don't like you may question, and someone will try and explain it to you; but you will have to do as you're told eventually or you will be asked to leave. You'll get free board and lodging, and while you're training pocket money. Once you start to work your customers will pay you. Oh, I'll be setting a bank account up for you so you learn the value of the money you'll be earning. Does that sound O.K.?" "I think so … Sir." I muttered, still trying to take everything in. "Good lad." He continued, "You asked about the noises in the bedroom so I' ll explain. The mirrors above the bed are plain glass in the attic, and some guests paid for the privilege of seeing you having first time sex. You will have a percentage of that money paid into your new bank account." "Thank you." I said, stammering slightly. Still slightly confused I was somehow turned on by the thought of men paying to watch me having sex; and maybe even wanking off. Tony hadn't finished. "We also make films for sale all over the world. Porn films of course. We're making one later, think carefully, one of the boys is ill. Would you like to take his place? You'll get paid of course, and it will be some more training for you." I thought carefully. I was going to learn the job anyway, so why not make some extra money? "I'll do it, Sir." "Good, D.T. will take care of you and get you ready. I'll see you in the studio, it's in the Manor House cellar." Tony got up and left. "OK," said D.T. "let's get you ready, but drink this first." He handed me a glass of the herbal drink and I quickly finished it. "Right Mark, follow me." I followed him into the passage way and through a door marked "CELLAR" Taking two terry-towelling robes from a wall coat rack he handed me one. "Put this on till we get to the studio, it's a bit cool down here." As we put on our robes, D.T. leant forward and eased my foreskin back from my stiffish cock and squeezed my shaft, a pearl of precum appeared and D.T. lowered his head and licked it off, and the drop that appeared after it as he squeezed my shaft a second time. "Sorry Mark," he said "I just couldn't resist a taste." At the end of the cellar he pressed a concealed button and a well oiled door swung noiselessly open. As we went down the passage D.T. explained that it lead to the studio about 100 yds. away; and that there was a concealed door either end. When we got there we took off our robes and D.T. removed his loincloth. Then he opened the door which led into a passageway. D.T. led me into a large bathroom. "Right Mark let's get you ready for your role. I'll clean you out, but you know all about that. You're going to be a schoolboy in the film, so that means all your body hair has to come off .." "Even my pubes?" I interrupted. "Yes, I'm afraid so," D.T. said with a shrug of his shoulders, "and you'll have to have a pudding basin haircut. But don't worry, the customers will find you really sexy. Oh, I'll put some cream on after I've shaved you, Sir's company has developed it, it inhibits hair growth so that you won't have to be shaved quite so often. There is a cream that will stop any hair growing for good, it's not on the market `cuz you'd only need to use it once, but Sir won't let anyone use it until they're 18. I've had the treatment. "It makes you look really sexy too." I told him. All the time he worked on me D.T. would lick off any precum I produced and let me lick off his, because once he'd started working on me he'd got stiff immediately, but he warned me that neither of us could cum, I'd got the film and he'd got clients. Suffice to say that when D.T. had finished and stood me in front of the floor to ceiling mirror I couldn't believe my eyes, I looked like I had when I was 12, my stiff cock looked so much bigger protruding from naked flesh, it was almost obscene, but very sexy. End of part seven, any comments welcome at _INSILVA92@aol.com_ (mailto:INSIVAL92@aol.com) More sex in part 8, promise. Paul. This work is copyrighted to the author copyright February 2005.