Date: Fri, 31 Aug 2007 09:55:18 EDT
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: Head Boy's Dad and Me 9x

This is a homosexual fantasy, if it is illegal for you to read it for any
reason please leave now. The characters in it are figments of my imagination, but
some of the locations did exist, even if the events described here are an
exaggerated version of what really occurred in them. Because it is a fantasy the
sex will be unprotected; in the real world please practice safe sex.
I guess I'd gone to sleep around 8:00 p.m. I woke with a start, not knowing
where I was; luckily Timmo had left the bathroom light on and the door ajar.
So, as my mind registered the fact that there was a warm body curled up behind
me and an arm was draped over me, I realised I was in Timmo's bed. I looked at
the clock, it was 5:00 a.m. and I was bursting for a piss, and my 5 inch cock
was rigid. Saturday afternoon had done nothing to dampen my libido it seemed.
Timmo was breathing deeply and regularly, very faintly snoring, and his
half-hard cock was buried between my hairless arse-cheeks. Very carefully I
extricated myself from his embrace and crept into the bathroom, easing the door shut
behind me. Because of my hard-on I had to piss standing in the shower and my
cock remained stiff even when I'd finished. I'd pulled my foreskin back while I
was pissing and my knob looked normal. Then I gingerly felt around my
bumhole, I looked over my shoulder into the mirror behind me as I eased my
arse-cheeks apart to expose my pucker. It looked like it always did, deep pink and tiny.
I sighed with relief; all those big cocks hadn't made it out of shape. I
found the ointment Timmo had used the night before and, using one finger I gently
pushed a little into my bumhole and spread it around. My bumhole didn't hurt;
there was just a not unpleasant faint dull ache. I squeezed some more onto my
finger, about double the amount, and pushed that into my bumhole, this time I
spread it around a bit.
I stretched and yawned loudly, I still felt very tired. I went back into the
bedroom and had a long drink of water as I gazed down at Timmo's beautiful
face and body. I was so pleased Timmo had no sheets on his bed to cover his body
up. I was very tempted to suck his half-hard cock back to life, but when I had
to stretch and yawn again I knew it was way too early, that I was still
sleepy. I very carefully reversed the process of getting out of Timmo's bed and I
was soon snuggled back into his warm strong body. The last thing I remember
before dropping off again was Timmo's arm squeezing me and Timmo mumbling in his
sleep.
"My Paul, my lover boy."
The next time I woke up something very hard was pressed along my arse-crack
and a hand was fondling my hard cock. Then Timmo whispered into my ear.
"Morning lover, my cock is rampant to get back into your bumhole; do you
think your bumhole could take my cock so soon after yesterday?"
I twisted around so that I was facing Timmo, but kept his cock in my
arse-crack.
"I don't really know, but I hope so. Do you want to try right now Timmo?"
"No not here, in the bathroom, I've gotta take a piss. Come with me."
We kissed tenderly then we scrambled out of bed and Timmo led me into the
bathroom by holding my stiffy. I glanced at the clock, it was ten past nine. We
both got into the shower and pissed up against the tiles, duelling our piss. I
finished well before Timmo, so I fondled his hard muscular buttocks while I
waited for him to finish. He finished and we embraced again, our cocks rubbing
together as they were trapped between our bodies. Finally Timmo broke our
embrace.
"Lean forwards Paul and brace yourself against the wall. I can't wait; you
turn me on so much I'm going to have to fuck you here and now."
I shivered with anticipation as I got into position and relaxed my sphincter
as Timmo slowly pushed a finger into my bumhole.
"It feels a bit greasy in here."
"That was me Timmo, I had to piss at 5:00 and I put some more of the ointment
up my bum."
"Which ointment did you use Paul?"
I pointed.
"That one there on the cabinet."
Timmo burst out laughing and ruffled my hair. He spoke affectionately.
"Silly young bugger, that's a tube of KY, it's a lubricant. No problem
though, it saves me greasing up your bumhole."
Timmo placed his bulbous knob against my pucker; I took a deep breath and
relaxed my sphincter. Timmo began to push against my pucker and after the
slightest resistance his knob broke through my sphincter. There was a little pain,
but I didn't care, I knew it would soon go away. And the immense pleasure I got
from having a throbbing cock inside my body made the pain worthwhile. Timmo
continued to push his nearly 7 inch throbbing cock forwards until I felt his
patch of pubic hair rub against my hairless arse cheeks. I sighed with pleasure
and my voice was husky.
"Oh yes Timmo your cock's all the way inside me; now fuck me, please."
"It doesn't hurt then?"
"There's a bit of pain, but that'll go away. Fuck me now Timmo, I don't
care how hard you do it, I just want to feel you cumming inside me."
As Timmo started to fuck me he half leaned onto my back, pushed his arms
between mine and my body and curled his hands around my shoulders. Within seconds
Timmo was pounding into my bumhole and my stiffy was wildly bouncing up and
down, he was fucking me that furiously. We were both moaning and groaning as
Timmo banged away at my bumhole. His cock actually came out of my bumhole a few
times, but Timmo just pushed it straight back up into me. Then Timmo leaned
further forwards and started to nibble my ears and chew on my neck. I was getting
so aroused, and when Timmo started calling out, "Take my cock, I'm going to
fill you full of cum, oh your so fucking tight, milk my cock boy", and things
like that it turned me on even more. I was having a hard time synchronising
clenching and unclenching my sphincter in time with Timmo's ferocious fucking
but finally I got it right. I knew that I was close to cumming and then Timmo
pulled hard on my shoulders and cried out.
"Oh yes! I'm cumming Paul, I'm going to fill you full of my hot cum."
Timmo's cock was deep inside me now and Timmo started making short hard jabs
as I felt his cock explode inside my chute, his cum coating my insides. I
groaned and cum shot from my cock, spurt after spurt splashing onto the tiles. We
both came half a dozen times or so then Timmo collapsed onto my back, I could
feel his heart hammering, as was mine. After a couple of minutes Timmo pulled
my head around and kissed me passionately; I returned his kiss probing all of
his hot sweet mouth with my tongue. My cock was still hard and I could fell
Timmo's cock throbbing away inside my chute. Timmo straightened up and gently
eased his cock from my bum. I straightened and turned towards him, glancing down
at his throbbing cock. I blushed.
"Oh Timmo I'm sorry you've got some of my shit on your cock."
"It doesn't matter Paul, we're in the shower, I'll clean it off. You'd
better take a shit first then I'll give you an enema."
Now I was embarrassed again, I didn't fancy shitting with Timmo there. Timmo
must have sensed my unease.
"Go ahead Paul, the noise of the shower will drown out any noise you make."
So I gingerly walked from the shower and sat on the pan. As I defecated Timmo
showered which, thankfully, drowned out some of the noise I was making. When
I flushed Timmo called for me to join him in the shower. He washed my back and
arse tenderly then he carefully inserted the douche head of the shower into
my bumhole and gave me enemas until the water ran clear. As we dried each other
off we snogged tenderly; our cocks were half hard, what Timmo called a "lazy
lob". Back in the bedroom we dressed in our white silk boxers and white
woollen pop-socks; then Timmo took my hand and led me to the kitchen for breakfast.
I finally got to meet Tom who was scrambling eggs for us. He was 6 foot 2,
thin with white hair and distinguished looking dressed in black trousers and a
starched white shirt. After our good mornings he congratulated me on my
performance yesterday, I blushed and thanked him. I wolfed my eggs and crispy bacon
down and drank the milk shake Tom gave me. Timmo informed me that his Dad was
attending to business in his office. When we'd finished it was almost eleven and
Timmo suggested he showed me around the rest of the complex before the guests
arrived for the Sunday entertainment which was due to start at three.
"What entertainment is that Timmo?"
"Well today it's a troupe of young men from France, Claude brought them
over. He's their manager, apparently it took him 4 years to get the troupe
together and trained. They put on a wicked sex show."
I could feel my cock stirring at the words "sex show."
"Er, um, could we watch the show Timmo?"
Timmo's face dropped and he sounded a bit down when he answered.
"If you want to Paul, I'm sure Dad would let us have a first line couch to
watch from; I know the guests would like to see you again."
"Oh no Timmo, I'm with you today; much as I like showing my body off to men
today's our day. I meant can we watch it from somewhere private?"
Timmo brightened.
"Well, I suppose we could watch from the projection room. The troupe bring
their own lights and they light from on and around the stage, so the room will
be empty. The projection room's above the bar and TV control room."
I giggled and reached over to squeeze his hand.
"That sounds good, we can be as dirty as we want to be."
We said goodbye to Tom and returned to Timmo's bedroom. While I brushed my
teeth Timmo phoned his Dad to arrange things. Then he brushed his teeth and we
set off on the tour. I was shown one of the guest bedrooms, it was quite
spacious with an entertainment centre, a mini-bar and a king size double bed, there
were mirrors everywhere. Then there was the dining room, set out buffet style,
guests and staff ate there. There were a couple of smaller conference rooms,
a gym and sauna and an underground swimming pool. The staff/boys had 2 large
dormitories, each individual, large  compartment had solid side walls and a
heavy curtain across the front. They were big enough for a three-quarter bed, a
large wardrobe and a couch. Both dormitories had half a dozen toilet cubicles
and a large, communal shower room. There was also a large leisure room with TV
and several PCs.
The complex was fairly busy with guests and staff/boys; the staff/boys were
in cut-off faded denims and tight, white, sleeveless T-shirts. Timmo and I were
walking hand in hand, and everywhere we went we got admiring glances and we
were continually getting our arses or cocks stroked; I didn't mind, in fact I
loved the looks and attention I was getting. Of course both our cocks were hard
and bulging out of our shorts. We were both leaking loads of precum and we'd
leaked so much that our cocks were clearly visible through the damp, white
silk of our shorts. By half past one we agreed that I'd seen enough and we went
back up to the apartment for lunch. We hadn't gone to the main Conference room,
Timmo informed me that it was still being set up for the show.
We ate lunch, which Tom had left out for us; because Jean was still away Tom
was chauffeuring the guests. During lunch I asked Timmo if his Dad would be
watching the show and Timmo informed me that he wouldn't, he'd got some work to
do, they were trying to set up another Conference Centre in Brazil. After
lunch Timmo led me down to the basement, through another door I hadn't noticed
before, and up a staircase into the projection room. It was a high, wide, narrow
room with two wide, glassless windows through which the lights would normally
project. Because they weren't required for today's performance they'd been
pulled back and up, leaving the windows clear. There was a long padded bench
under the windows. When we sat on it we had a brilliant view of the stage. The
auditorium had a lot more couches than yesterday, they were tiered away from
the stage. Guests and boys were still arriving and the auditorium was about
three-quarters full. The men were all in shorty robes and most of the boys from
yesterday were there, with a few that I hadn't seen before. All the boys were
wearing white pop-socks and the towelling skirts. The boys were busy serving the
guests food and drinks.
The stage itself had been raised another 2 feet or so from yesterday and was
bigger. Front and centre stage there were two rectangles of steel bolted into
the floor, they were a little lower than goalposts and not so wide, they were
edge on to the audience. There were leather straps attached to the crossbars
and uprights, the posts were around 18 inches apart. Behind the posts there
were some tables, I could make out various sex toys and tubes of lubricant. The
back half of the stage was curtained off, the dressing area Timmo told me. I
was getting very excited and I reached over and groped Timmo through his precum
soaked shorts. His cock was as stiff as mine. When we spoke we kept our voices
down.
"Shall we get naked now Timmo? I'm all worked up, just like you."
"OK Paul we've got 10 minutes or so before the show starts, we may as well
make ourselves comfortable."
We stripped our precum soaked shorts off and embraced, our stiff cocks
throbbing between our bodies. Timmo whispered into my ear as he licked it.
"Would you like to sit on my cock while we watch the show Paul?"
"Ooh yes please Timmo!"
"OK, lean on the window sill, open your legs wide and brace yourself while I
get your bumhole loosened up."
I took up the position, Timmo got on his knees and parted my arse-cheeks then
I felt his tongue running up and down my arse-crack; I moaned quietly. Soon
his tongue was pushing against my pucker, I relaxed and Timmo started tongue
fucking my bumhole, I shivered with pleasure. After a while he replaced his
tongue with two fingers, then three, and he concentrated on stretching my
sphincter. I'd hardly felt a thing when his fingers went into my bumhole, I'd just
shut me eyes and enjoyed the sensual feelings Timmo's fingers gave me. My cock
was oozing precum in anticipation of his cock up my bum. Timmo kept gobbing on
my bumhole, then he'd work his saliva up it. I was just about to tell him that
I'd be cumming soon if he kept it up when he removed his fingers and sat back
on the bench.
"OK Paul sit on my cock."
He gobbed onto his cock and lubricated his cock-shaft as I straddled his
body. While Timmo held his cock upright I lowered my body until I felt his bulbous
knob touch my tiny pucker. I took a deep breath and lowered myself further
and his knob went into my bumhole with ease and only a little discomfort. Timmo
took his hand away, I took another deep breath and lowered myself down until I
was sat in Timmo's lap with his cock buried all the way up my bumhole. Timmo'
s little patch of pubic hair was rubbing against my hairless arse-cheeks. It
felt wonderful to have Timmo's cock back inside my body!
"You OK Paul, not too much pain?"
I sighed with pleasure as I whispered my reply.
"No Timmo, there was hardly any pain at all when your big knob broke through
my sphincter; now I just feel deliciously full with your cock throbbing away
inside my body."
Timmo chuckled quietly and started to run his hands over my chest and belly
after getting my nipples nice and hard.
"Good, there's no problem with my cock staying hard, your lovely warm,
moist, tight channel will see to that; so you fuck yourself however and whenever
you feel like it."
I leaned back until my head was on Timmo's shoulder and we managed to kiss. I
began to milk his throbbing cock with my sphincter and Timmo was soon moaning
into my mouth. I liked sitting on Timmo's cock and being in charge. Just then
the lights in the auditorium went out and the stage lit up; the only other
light coming from the wall TVs; so I sat up to watch.
The curtains at the back parted just enough to let a cowled figure in a black
habit enter. He had two chains in his hands, when he pulled on them two naked
males came through the gap; the chains were attached to wide black leather
dog collars. Another cowled figure in a habit followed; the cowls completely hid
the men's faces. The first monk led them to the front of the stage and placed
them either side of the posts. Both monks removed the chains from the dog
collars and stood back so the audience could see. Two naked boys stood before us
heads bowed, one coal-black and the other marble-white, apart from their
colour they could have been twins. Their heads, eyebrows and firm slender bodies
had been shaved clean and oiled, highlighting their slight musculature. They
were no taller than 5 feet 2 and both their soft small cocks were cut; and their
smooth, shiny ballsacs, the white boys bright red, the black boy's deep
purple, were tight and filled with a pair of big balls. Their knobs were torpedo
shaped, one deep purple the other bright red. Their stiff nipples looked huge.
They looked to be about 12 years old. Timmo leaned forwards to whisper in my
ear.
"Alain, the white boy is 26 and Salomon the black boy is 24. It took Claude a
year to find them before he started the troupe. Then he had to exercise them
until their bodies were the same, one had to be circumcised so that his cock
matched the other's cock, and I think Salomon had to have his ballsac reduced
by plastic surgery. And I'm told there's some Botox in Alain's buttocks."
I'd been giving the boys my full attention and when I felt Timmo flex his
cock I went back to slowly milking it with my sphincter as I watched the stage.
"Christ Paul, you really learned a lot yesterday you're making my cock feel
great!"
I giggled and gave Timmo's cock an extra strong squeeze. Timmo's hands were
still roaming all over my body and I put my arms on the window ledge and
rested my chin on them as I watched the show. The monks took hold of a boy's cock
each and turned them around so that we could see their high muscled buttocks.
They let go of the cocks and the boys touched their toes then the monks pulled
their arse-cheeks apart so that we could see their tiny puckers Alain's red
and Salomon's purply-black. The boys straightened and the monks' hands went
back onto the boys' cocks. They led a boy each to the front of the stage by the
posts facing each other and let go of their cocks. The boys' cocks were now
hard and pointed upwards at about 45 degrees from their bodies. They were hardly
longer than 4 inches and about as thick as mine. The monks put them between
the posts and they were soon strapped by their arms and legs in a X position
with their quivering cocks facing each other about 6 inches apart. I glanced up
at the TV screens, the cameras had been repositioned so that you could see the
front and back of both boys from above and below. Then the monks attached
nipple clamps joined by a chain; the chain to Alain's left nipple was attached to
Salomon's left nipple and the right to the other's right so that the chain
formed an X; the chains were almost taut. One of the monks picked up a hooked
weight and placed it on the chains where they crossed. The boys threw back their
heads and groaned loudly because of the extra pressure on their stiff nipples
and they arched their backs, pushing their bodies forwards so that their
knobs were almost touching. Their buttocks were tight and dimpled. Now I knew why
their nipples were so pronounced, all the stretching they were getting. Timmo
moaned softly.
"Oh Paul, this is so sexy, I'm going to cum in a minute. Lift up a bit so
that I can fuck up into your tight, hot bumhole."
As Timmo bucked under me I raised up about an inch and leaned back onto his
heaving chest, Timmo started torturing my nipples making me writhe about on his
hot throbbing cock. When I felt Timmo's hot spunk hitting my channel walls I
grabbed my cock and with just two strokes I was joining him in his climax. I
pointed my cock up my body and my first rope of cum shot over my head and onto
Timmo's hair and face. By the time I finished cumming my hair, face, chest,
belly and hand were covered in cum too. Timmo finished filling me up just before
I finished cumming, but his cock remained hard. He reach around, knocked my
hand away and squeezed my cum slimed cock-shaft until my cock gave up a little
more cum. He licked his hand clean and I cleaned mine.
"You're a messy little bugger Paul," chuckled Timmo, "but that was great."
I wriggled back until I could feel Timmo's bit of pubic hair scratching my
hairless bum again. We looked back at the stage, the monks were disappearing
behind the curtain. The stage lights went out and the TV screens went blank; the
only lights were two beams shining up from the floor lighting the boys' rigid,
quivering cocks, balls and upper bodies. The audience applauded and cheered.
I could see that their knobs were now glistening with precum and both boys had
a thin strand of precum hanging down towards the floor.
"What's happening now Timmo?" I whispered.
"They're doing a scene/character change if it's the same show as six months
ago Paul. Just keep watching, I don't want to spoil it for you, wait and see."

The stage lights and TVs came back on. Stood behind the boys, facing the
audience, were 2 naked men with hard-ons. Although not a matched pair like the
boys they were very similar apart from their colour. Behind Alain was a very
muscled black guy (dark brown, not coal-black like Salomon), he was over 6 feet
tall and his body was covered in crinkly black hair. He had a crew cut and large
silver nipple bars through both nipples. Behind Salomon was a white guy of
similar build, slightly taller, his body was hairy too and his hair was also
crew cut. I turned to Timmo.
"Do you know who they are Timmo?"
"The black guy is Errol, the white guy is Carl."
When I turned back to the stage the men had turned side on to the audience,
and I did a double take when I fully saw their cocks. Errol's uncut cock must
have been 11 inches long and it was very thick. Carl's uncut cock was a bit
shorter, but slightly thicker than Errol's; both cocks had flared knobs and their
cock-shafts glistened, with oil I guessed. Both cock-shafts were covered in
thick veins and I could just make out two pairs of hefty balls in loose
ballsacs. What caught my eye next was that both men had thick silver rings through
their knobs. I shuddered. Anticipating my question Timmo whispered into my ear.
"They're called Alberts, personally I don't like them."
The men were now straddled behind the boys and they reached forwards and
grasped the boy's small, pert buttocks in their big meaty hands. Then the stage
started to slowly revolve; it did almost full circle before turning back, it
meant that the audience could see everything. I leaned back and whispered into
Timmo's ear again.
"The way the boys' bodies are arched means that their buttocks are clenched
together, it'll really hurt when the men push their cocks up the boys'
bumholes won't it?"
"While the lights were out they had their bumholes lubed, remember, it's an
act, they're all well practiced. Now no more questions, just enjoy the show
and get ready for my second load of cum."
I leaned onto the window ledge and watched fascinated as the men suddenly
thrust their massive cocks straight up the boys' bums until the boys' hairless
buttocks ground into the men's very hairy  pubes. Both boys screamed out as the
massive cocks invaded their small bodies and they arched their bodies even
further and their knobs touched briefly. There was a smattering of applause from
the audience and a few shouts of "Well done!" I glanced up at a TV that was
showing just the boys' cocks; as the knobs parted they were joined by a thin
strand of precum. I squeezed my sphincter tightly around Timmo's stiff
cockshaft causing him to moan. From the moans and groans, the rustling and squelching
I could hear coming from the audience I knew that they were enjoying the show
too. The men were giving the boys a few moments to get used to their huge
cocks; both boys turned their heads to the audience and we could see a few tears
trickling down their faces. This rape enactment was getting me worked up again,
and I started milking Timmo's throbbing cock with my sphincter again.
The men withdrew their cocks to their knobs and began to fuck the boys'
bumholes at a steady pace; the boys turned their heads back to stare at each other.
On the fifth stroke the boys groaned loudly, and, as one, their cocks
exploded, drenching each others torsos, cocks and balls with cum, they shot half a
dozen times each. It was incredible how synchronised they were. Their quivering
cocks stayed rigid. More applause from the audience. The men speeded up their
strokes, all four of them were covered in sweat. After several minutes of hard
fucking the boys groaned loudly again and they shot another big load of cum
onto each others bodies. More applause and cheering from the audience. That did
it for me, I moaned, arched my back and rested my head on Timmo's shoulder as
my second load of cum began to shoot from my cock, covering Timmo and me like
before. I had lifted slightly off Timmo's cock and he started to pump his
cock into me and before I finished cumming his cock was spurting his cum into my
sticky channel. But neither of us could tear our eyes away from the stage.
When the boys finished cumming their heads dropped, but their cocks were
still as stiff as before. The men reached around, removed the weight from the
chains then undid the chains from the nipple clamps and dropped them on the floor.
The boys visibly relaxed, unarching their backs, and their buttock dimples
became less pronounced. Then the men changed their method of fucking, on every
third stroke they pulled their huge cocks completely out of the boys' bumholes,
then forced them all the way back in. The boys' rigid cocks were bouncing up
and down as the men gripped their hips tightly and pulled them on and off
their huge cocks. The men were grunting and the boys were moaning and groaning.
The boys' bodies glistened with sweat and the men's body hair was becoming
matted. I could feel that Timmo's cock was still hard; mine had softened a bit but
was stiffening again as I stared at the stage. A few minutes later the men
pulled their cocks from the boys' bumholes, pointed them at the boys' back, and
with a couple of strokes they simultaneously shot rope after rope of thick
mancum onto the boys' backs and arses. When the men began to cum the boys
groaned loudly, arched their backs and started to shoot their third load of cum onto
each others bodies, it was so sexy! When they'd all finished cumming the
stage stopped revolving in its original position; the lights and the TV's went
out, and the auditorium wall lights came on, but very dimmed. Then a loud voice
spoke over the PA system drowning out the audience's appreciation.
"That was the first part of the show, the troupe are taking refreshment and
there is a scene change.
The second part of the show will commence in about half an hour, you may like
to take some refreshment yourselves."
I could just make out dark shadows moving around on the stage. I turned my
head to Timmo.
"That was incredible, it was such a turn on. What's next?"
"Wait and see, I don't want to spoil it for you. I'm very thirsty after all
that Paul, I bet you are too. Do you fancy a drink? There's a machine at the
back of the room."
"Yeah, I'm very dry, but I don't want to get off your cock Timmo. I love
having it inside me, it makes me feel like your body is part of mine and vice
versa."
Timmo chuckled and squeezed me as he kissed my cum stained cheek."
"There is a way we can get a drink without disengaging. We'll straddle the
bench, then I'm going to lie on my back, then I want you to turn around on my
cock until you're facing me, OK?"
I nodded and we turned until our legs were either side of the bench, then
Timmo slowly lay back. With a bit of careful manoeuvring I was soon facing him,
turning on Timmo's cock had made me feel all funny inside, nice, sexy funny.
Timmo sat back up.
"Lock your legs around my body."
I did that.
"Now put your arms around me and hold tight."
When I'd done that Timmo struggled to his feet; his hard cock was jiggling
about inside my body making me feel so sexy. Stiff legged Timmo walked me to the
back of the room, his hands fondling my buttocks as he walked.
"We're making a right mess, my cum is leaking out of your bum Paul."
I giggled and kissed his neck. At the machine Timmo let go of my buttocks and
managed to get 4 bottles of water out. He gave me 2 to carry then walked me
back to the bench. I glanced down at the bench, there was a patch of cum where
Timmo had sat. We put the bottles down and reversed the process and I was soon
drinking my water, still impaled on Timmo's hard cock and facing the stage. We
'd half finished our second bottle when the auditorium lights went out and
the stage lights and TVs came back on.
Another 2 posts had been placed either side of the original two with a gap of
around 4 feet between them and the originals. Leather slings hung from the
original posts and the new ones; the base was a padded board. Alain and Salomon
were strapped into the slings by their arms and legs and there was a leather
belt around their torsos just below their very erect nipples. Their bodies were
still covered with their dried up cum. Salomon's head hung down and he faced
the audience; Alain was facing the other way. Their legs were high in the air
and wide apart and their pert buttocks were hanging just over the edge of the
boards; Alain's pink pucker looked so inviting. The base-boards were slanted
slightly so that their heads were a few inches higher than their bums, and
their stiff little cocks pointed up their bodies. I noticed that there was a
dropped addition to the head of the base boards to support the boys' heads. I
glanced across at the TV screens, they were now showing above and below pictures of
the boys' heads and bums. Carl was stood at Salomon's head and Errol was
stood at Alain's; when the stage began slowly revolving I could see that Carl and
Errol's huge cocks were hard too. To the side of both boys' buttocks was a
small shelved table with lube and sex toys on it. From behind the curtains a
naked pair of Asian looking guys appeared, I looked closely, they were twins.
They were about 5 foot 10 with finely muscled bodies which had been shaved apart
from a rectangle of trimmed silky black pubic hair. They had erect, small
dark nipples and their bodies glistened with oil. Their flawless, I thought, skin
was marble white. Their stiff, uncut cocks were 7 inches long and quite
thick, their cock shafts were as pale as their bodies and they had several thick
blue veins running up them. Their knobs were red and very flared and easily
showed through their tight foreskins. Their large balls were contained in pale red
fairly tight ballsacs. They had thick black hair which was done up like Pat
Rafter's used to be; and they were wearing bandanas, one blue and one green. I
turned inquiringly to Timmo.
"They're Japanese twins Paul. I think they're 26, the one with the blue
bandana is called Baku, the other one is called Ganno, and if you look carefully
you can just make out a small mole above Baku's shoulder blade."
I turned back to look at the stage, giving Timmo's cock a squeeze with my
sphincter causing him to moan softly. My own cock was oozing precum and I'd
lodged my foreskin behind my corona so that I could easily scoop up the precum to
eat. I had an idea.
"Timmo, let's try not to cum until someone on the stage does."
Timmo tweaked my nipples then clasped his hands around my belly.
"OK Paul, it's going to take me a while to cum anyway, and I've trained
myself to hold back, but you might find it difficult, we'll see. I'll try not to
move my cock about too much to help you."
That made me more determined to hold back, to copy Timmo, so I eased my
foreskin back over my knob and resolved not to touch it again until I was going to
cum. Ganno stood by Alain's exposed buttocks and Baku stood by Salomon's.
Together they picked up a dildo from the table, a black one for Alain and a white
one for Salomon. The dildos were smaller than Carl and Errol's huge cocks;
around eight inches long and about as thick as Lars's cock. They smeared some
lube onto the dildos then Baku and Ganno positioned the dildos' knobs on the boys
' puckers and immediately pushed them all the way into the boys' bumholes at
the same time. The boys screamed out as if in pain, and my cock twitched and
I felt Timmo's cock jerk inside my body, and he whispered into my ear.
"Sorry about that Paul."
Timmo wasn't fondling my body any more, just idly rubbing my belly. While the
dildos were being held in place Carl and Errol stepped up to the boys' heads.
The boys opened their mouths and the men fed them their huge cocks. Just
before halfway the men paused, then slowly pushed more and more of their cocks
into the boys' mouths. Alain and Salomon were obviously deep-throating the huge
cocks. Finally the boys' noses were buried in the men's pubic hair. There was
another pause and then the men started to slowly fuck the boys' throats. I
looked at the TV showing Alain's mouth and throat and I swear I could see Errol'
s big flared knob as it was worked up and down  Alain's throat.
When the men had got a slow steady rhythm going Baku and Ganno
unceremoniously whipped the dildos from the boy's bumholes and immediately replaced them
with another pair of dildos, without lubing them up first. These dildos, black
and white again, were as big as Errol and Carls' huge cocks and the boys'
bodies jerked in their slings and two muffled screams were heard. Some of the
audience gasped and there was applause. I was worried that the boys would be hurt;
Timmo must have read my mind because he whispered in my ear.
"Don't worry Paul, the boys are well trained, and their bumholes were
probably well lubed up while the scenery was being changed."
On stage the boys were now being fucked from both ends, Baku and Ganno
matching Carl and Errol's stroke rate. This went on for several minutes until the
dildos were once again whipped from the boys' bumholes and were immediately
replaced. The new dildos were as thick as the last two and only differed from the
last two by being much longer; Baku and Ganno fed them into the boys' bumholes
for about a foot. Then they bent the dildos down, and using little straps I
hadn't noticed before, the dildos were fastened so that the boys couldn't
force them out of their bumholes. Together Baku and Ganno approached the boys'
bums then they placed their knobs on top of the dildos and simultaneously pushed
their cocks all the way into the boys' bumholes alongside the dildos. As they
started to fuck the boys' bumholes the boys began to writhe about and their
cocks were leaking precum onto their quivering bodies.
Several minutes later Carl and Errol eased their huge cocks out of the boys'
throats and mouths. At the same time Baku and Ganno removed their cocks from
the boys' abused bumholes and the 4 men started to wank their cocks. I was
excited and my cum was building up, I turned to Timmo.
"Is this the climax of the show Timmo? Shall we cum too?"
"It's not the climax yet Paul. But do you want to cum now? I'm going to try
and hold on a bit longer until the show's real climax, which is after this."
1 was terribly excited but if Timmo could hold on I was going to try my
hardest to too.
"I'll try and last a bit longer Timmo, like you."
Back on stage the men stiffened and with load moans and groans the 4 men came
almost together. Carl and Errol directed their mancum onto the boys' faces,
chests, bellies and finally their cocks. Baku and Ganno directed their mancum
onto the boys' bumholes, above the dildos, the boys' balls and then the boys
stiff cocks, the same as the other two were doing. The audience were applauding
and the smell of male sex was everywhere. I noticed that the boys didn't
spunk with the others, but I bet myself that they were going to cum for the show's
climax, so I was glad I'd managed not to cum too. When Carl and Errol
finished cumming their huge cocks had softened a bit and they pushed their huge knobs
and a bit of cock-shaft back into the boys' mouths. The boys began to lap and
suck on the huge knobs.
Baku and Ganno moved back to the table, their cocks were still rock hard and
their tight foreskins were lodged behind their very flared, sticky, red knobs.
They both put on surgical gloves then both  picked up a massive, torpedo
shaped butt-plug from the table, black and white again. The butt-plugs  were
uniform in shape apart from a slight rounding at the end, but bigger in girth than
Carl and Errol's huge cocks. It was about 5 inches from the rounded end to the
narrow bit, which was only slightly thinner than Carl and Errol's thick
cock-shafts and about an inch long. I noticed wires running from their bases, one
to a plug and one to a controller, so I gathered that they vibrated. After
plugging the butt-plugs into a socket under the slings Baku and Ganno switched
them on to show the audience, you could actually see them vibrating, some of the
audience cheered some sighed. When Baku and Ganno put the speed to full I
gasped at how much the butt-plugs were vibrating, and wondered what on earth it
would feel like to have one of them up my bum. They switched them off and then
started lubing the butt-plugs up with loads of white stuff. The boys were still
sucking on the men's cocks so I presumed the boys were going to make the men
cum again. Sweat was dripping onto the stage floor.
I was concentrating so much on what was happening on the stage my need to cum
had eased off. Baku and Ganno approached the boys' bums, in one hand they
were holding the butt-plugs by their bases horizontally. They undid the straps on
the dildo; throughout the show no instructions had been issued, the Troupe
were very well rehearsed. The boys stopped sucking on the huge knobs, there was
a pause, then the dildos started to exit the boys bumholes. There was a loud
squelchy plop as the dildos were pushed out of the boys' bumholes and fell to
the floor. Immediately the boys' bumholes were empty Baku and Ganno pressed the
rounded ends of the butt-plugs against the boys' gaping bumholes. I could see
exposed red flesh. The boys stiffened and there were 2 muffled screams as 2
inches of the butt-plugs were pushed straight into their bumholes, breaching
their well used sphincters. There was a slight pause and then the other 3 inches
of butt-plug were forced home. I watched fascinated as the boys' puckers
closed around the narrow bits.
Baku and Ganno both picked up a black butt-plug from the table, about the
same size as the first butt-plugs. They twisted the bases and showed them to the
audience; we heard them humming and saw that the last couple of inches
rotated. They switched them off, then grunted as they shoved the butt-plugs straight
up their own bumholes without lubing them first. After a couple of seconds
they switched the massive butt-plugs filling the boys' chutes on again. I could
hear the boys' moans and groans and their bodies were writhing in the slings,
but they kept on sucking Carl and Errol's huge cocks. Baku and Ganno then
switched their own butt-plugs on, and they threw their heads back as they pulled
their foreskins back behind their very flared red knobs and started to wank
their rigid cock-shafts. Timmo whispered into my ear.
"This is the finale Paul, raise up a bit so that I can fuck up into your
bumhole."
I raised up and Timmo began to fuck my bumhole again. I tossed my cock until
it was fully stiff and peeled back my foreskin to expose my precum smeared
purple knob. Then I reached down and started to fondle my own balls and Timmo's
before I started milking Timmo's throbbing cock with my sphincter. Back on
stage things were hotting up; as I watched Baku and Ganno used their free hands to
turn the boys' butt-plugs up to maximum vibration. The boys bodies started
writhing even more and were bouncing all over the place, but they were still
kept sucking on Carl and Errol's huge cocks. Several minutes later Carl and Errol
withdrew their huge cocks and commenced wanking them. But it was Baku and
Ganno who started to shoot their mancum first, directing it as before and
finishing with shooting onto the boys' bouncing cocks. Carl and Errol were next and
after shooting over the boys' faces they too finished with cumming onto the boys
' cocks.
Just before Baku and Ganno finished cumming I groaned and my load shot all
over my chest and belly. And as Carl and Errol started to shoot Timmo groaned
and I felt his cum hitting my channel walls. As I came around I was just in time
to see the boys' cum covered cocks begin to shoot their loads up the boys
bodies. There was rapturous applause from the audience, loud cheers, and cries of
"More! More!" I slumped back against Timmo as we got our breath back. When
the boys had finished shooting their loads Baku and Ganno switched off the
massive butt-plugs, then they switched off their own and they yanked them straight
out of their bumholes accompanied by another grunt. They took hold of the
massive butt-plugs buried up the boys' bumholes and very slowly eased them back
until the bodies of the butt-plugs appeared in view. The boys' puckers'
red-skinned inner linings were clearly on show. Then the butt-plugs shot from the
boys' abused holes and Baku and Ganno caught them; to more applause. The boys'
chests were heaving, and their bodies were a right mess they were awash in wet
and dry spunk and sweat. The voice came over the PA system again.
"That concludes the show gentlemen, I hope you have enjoyed it. While we
unstrap Alain and Salomon those of you who have paid for the privilege may come
onstage and clean their bodies off and clean Carl, Errol, Baku and Ganno's cocks.
"
About 6 men' all naked, came onto to the stage, I recognised Nikos and Gert
amongst them; and they were soon at work on the boys' bodies and the men's
cocks.

End of part nine.

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