Date: Tue, 15 Sep 2009 16:16:42 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Jason Adonis 1

Jason Adonis
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

Disclamer: This is a fictional accounting of fictional charectors.  If you
are offended by sex between boys and boys, boys and men, men and women and
so on you probably should not read it.  If you are under some leagl age or
another you know what to do.  I claim copyright and Nifty the posting
rights, for this story.


Notes to the Reader:

I created and named the main protagonist and story title about a year
before the real Jason Adonis debuted as a porn star and model.  Yes, it has
been some time in the writing.  It took me almost another year to discover
he existed.  That is not a reflection on the man's talent but does tell you
something about the author.  This is a coincidence, my character is
fictional and not in any intentional way related to the real person.  I
suggest you look up this actor, he is a very handsome and talented young
man and deserves your attention.

I would remind you that the names used for all active characters are
fictional.  In some instances, while making reference to a real person,
they are named.  In a few instances when real people are brought into the
story, I trust they have been treated with the respect they deserve.
Please remember this is a work of fiction.

In this story I have often, I hope not to often, used some foreign
lanugage.  English is my mother tongue, I beg the forgiveness of those more
knowledgeable in German, Dutch and French, as my translations will probably
be wanting.


Chapter One - Getting Started

"You find my request unusual," I asked?

"Yes, a bit sir," Ms. Odlgard responded.

"Why is that?  I thought you were in the business of training and providing
suitable companions for, how should I say it, people of means."

"In a way it is sir, you are, a bit different."

"Am I now, let me see, my annual income is greater than some countries, my
family has 500 year old roots, that we know about.  I'm so Jet Set, I am a
qualified aviator, I'm twenty five and in excellent health .... Ok, not
your normal pedophile.  In fact, I don't even like being around children
all that much.  Yes, I am different."

"That's not quiet what I mean Mr. Adonis.  It's just that most of our
single male clients are much older.  Most have given this kind of thing a
lot of thought and consideration, long before seeking to adopt."

"Ms. Odlguard, I usually make my own rules and do things my own way, get
accustomed to it, since I am now the Foundation's major benefactor."

"I thought the Foundation's major benefactor was a Swiss based charity."

"It is, but WS is one of my tax shelters.  WS was created by me, to do just
what it has done, further the work of the Foundation by widening the
Foundation's scope and depth.  Something you approve of, yes?"

"Of course, but..."

"So but nothing, Ms. O., accept the fact that I have adjusted your rules
slightly, to meet my personal needs.  Three years ago, you took a select
group of 12 year old boys and placed them in a program designed by myself
and the director.  I am now here to make my selection from that group.  In
fact, I just may take all of them."

"Very well sir, but I still do not think this is a good idea."

"Ms. O, I respect you opinion but I think you are very much mistaken.  The
model you are using is out dated.  Let me assure you that no matter what my
final decision is, it will contain one very important feature; something
the Foundation has never properly considered in its non medical aspects.
That is, the best interest of the young men and women.  Now, don't give me
the "party line", I have philosophized with the director for years about it
and I am convinced I am right."

I conversed with her at some additional length over all of this.  She would
have the boys at my hotel tonight.  I arranged for each boy to have his own
privet room, which would be the first time in 15 years that any of them had
ever had the experience of true privacy.  The Foundation had provided me
with thick decriers on each.  My independent physiological and
physiological people had reviewed them.  I had reviewed, contrasted and
compared both studies.  In essence, the Foundation had taken a selected
group of 6 boys into the program and after three years, 4 were now judged
ready.  The two not yet judged ready would continue in the program for
another year and be reevaluated.

I had a slightly different view.  I think the two less mature boys are
ready for what I have in mind.  The director wanted some kind of pass fail
system, with the idea of narrowing the field to one.  I rebuffed this
approach, remembering my experience in both public and privet schools,
knowing full well that boys mature at different rates and each would have a
unique skill set or talent.  I had reviewed hundreds of hours of secretly
gathered tape of them alone and in groups.  I already knew these boys
better than the Foundation could ever imagine.

The boys were selected into the group by my people from candidates provided
by the Foundation.  I required good general health, bright, quick wilted,
reasonably well adjusted people, who were interested in the world around
them and in experiencing that world.  I wanted a range to talents and
personalities.  Not extremes, a variety.  Most of all I wanted boys that
knew how to be boys, not miniature men.  .................

"Hello, my name is Jason Adonis," I said, extending my hand to the first
young man.  He took my hand with a firm, polite grip.

"I'm Geoff," he replied with a wide smile.  Geoff stood erect in a military
like fashion, awaiting my instructions.  I, of course already knew his
name.

"Please, sit over here," I pointed to a black overstuffed leather chair
next to my swivel, ergonomic executive chair.  Coffee and soft drinks were
already on the table between and to the left of us.  We would sit facing
each other.  I had already awarded points for his performance so far.  In
fact I had already decided to take all the boys unless some problem was
identified in this final interview.

"Tell me Geoff, do you know who I am and why you are here?  But before you
reply to that or any other question I will ask, let me request that you
think carefully, being as honest as you can if the question relates to you
or your opinions.  I want to learn about you the person not necessarily
what Ms. O told you to say.  You can and should ask me questions too, I
expect it."  I figured this would through him off a bit.  It was not quite
in the script.

"The director told me that my success in the program would be determined by
the outcome of this interview.  I don't know who you are but expect you are
the evaluator."  More points for being honest.  I offered him a drink and
had a coffee myself.

"If you are chosen, as the most successful of the program's candidates,
what do you think that will mean?"

"It will mean I will leave the Foundation and take up a position in his
household and possibly be adopted by who ever you represent."  The
Foundation's rules were such that the young people were required to take
what ever was arranged on their behalf, on a contract that expired when
they were 21.  Substantial sums were put in trust for them as part of those
arrangements, adoption or not.

"Is that what they told you would happen or is that what you speculate?"
The foundation was also being tested here.  I wanted to know just how well
they had prepared these boys for their futures.

"It is what they told me, well told all of us in the program.  Is that the
correct answer?"  I suspect he was reading my face.  The one thing I
learned a long time ago was never negotiate on my own behalf and never play
poker for money.

"If that is what they told you and I am sure it is, that is correct as far
as they knew, Geoff.  Jason," pointing to myself, "is not your normal rich
guy and I never quite told the director what my final plan was.  Oh, I am
the evaluator but I am also the benefactor.  People as important as my
companions and the details of your future are just to critical to leave
completely in someone else's hands; they must be decided by both you and I
together.  Geoff, what do you think?"

"I'm not quite sure what to think, but I would hope that if I am chosen, it
would lead to interesting and perhaps even exciting things."

"If you are not chosen, than what, will that be viewed as a failure?"

"No not a failure, they were very clear about that.  I will be placed back
into the general program and the Foundation will place me in another
position."

"How badly do you want to be "chosen"?

"Very much sir, I can't wait to get out of this place.  Not that it is bad
or anything, it is the only home I have ever known, but it's just rules and
more rules.  Can I speak freely?"

"Absolutely, and I assure you that what ever you say to me, in this room,
will be treated in absolute confidence.  I need your most honest answers,
they are an important part of this final selection phase, please."

"Ms. O, the Director and the others are good people, they want us to
succeed and I think they even like us."

"But," I interjected.

"We just never have any fun, well not enough fun and I can never be me.  I
mean, we always have to be so serious, even when we play games.  We almost
never play for the fun of playing, it is always some kind of contest.
Striving to be your best and being overly competitive at everything all the
time, takes the fun away, sometimes."

"You say you can't be yourself at the Foundation and I'm sure your are more
then correct, do you even know who that self is?"

"No sir, not exactly, I think it will take a while to find that out.  I
think I'd like to just try doing things for the pure joy of doing, not
keeping score, I think that's part of my undiscovered self.  Do I even make
any sense?"

"You are quite right about that Geoff and you make a lot of sense.  I know
I'm still finding out exactly who I am.  If you were to come, and live with
me, how do you think you would have fun and do you think you would be able
to explore yourself?"

"I would hope that I could play video and computer games or listen to rock
music without having a test on the harmonic structures and perhaps even
have some friends to just, do stuff with, like walk in the wood or throw a
Frisbee.  I would hope I could pick, at least some of my friends and just
hang out."

We talked a bit about music, movies, other things of interest to teens.  I
explored his desires and talents.  I knew from the reports all about his
aptitudes, skills and interests but wanted his feelings.

"How will you feel to leave your group, the only friends you have ever
known, I guess they are like your family?"

"I will probably feel lost at first.  They are my brothers and we love each
other like family, you are right, they are my family.  I'm not sure, I'm
just not sure." a tear was beginning to from in the corners of his eyes.
Geoff was more sensitive and emotional then his write up indicated.  I
tried not to notice this or let him know I noticed.

"What if you had the chance to continue your education at a more normal
school?"

"I would like that, I like to learn new things, you mean a school with
girls and dances, parties and even dates?"  His eyes were now lit up and
his voice gaining in pitch.

"Yes a school with girls and boys, sports, dances, parties and dates.  Do
you have some preference for boys or girls?"

"I'm not sure, we never had much interaction with girls since we were 12.
I think they would be fun to be with.  I have only ever lived with boys,
their fun too.  May I ask a personal question?"

"Of course."

"Why would a young, good looking and wealthy man, such as yourself, want to
engage me or any of us teenagers?  I speculate it is not just for the sex
we promise.  You probably don't need us for that."

"That is a very cogent observation, a very thoughtful and brave question.
Like most things in our lives the answer is not simple but highly complex.
About the sex you are quite correct.  I can get all I can handle, it is not
the core reason I came to the Foundation, unlike some other patrons.

When my parents were killed, you see I am an orphan too and I realized the
scope of the job I was thrust into, many things happened and happened very
quickly.  None of the friends and companions I had made at school were
suitable, mature enough or willing to come along, on this roller coaster I
call a life.  Soon after taking nominal control of the family businesses, I
realized I was and would be almost completely isolated from other young
people.  I do not handle lonely very well.  I realized the core had been
ripped from my family.

Most of the people my father had organized were loyal to him or my uncle,
only as long as that loyalty enhanced their own positions of wealth and
power.  Most had some personal loyalty to them and none to me.  I was
isolated socially, being only 20 at the time and isolated politically as
well.  I don't do isolation very well, as I said.

Those business people give reasonable but often self-serving advice and
council.  My family advisors: legal, medical, philosophical and so on have
all been wonderful but they are of my parents generation, middle aged.  My
uncle, while close to me, has only ever desired a shared management in our
family business.  He plays a vital but limited role in the family.  I need
and want one or more companions to share, grow, learn, laugh and cry with.
I need sex and love, friendship and companionship, just like every other
human person on the planet.  Most of all I need trust and need people that
I can have trust in.  I need a band of brothers, that know and trust each
other so well and completely, that none of us will ever need to question
each others motives.  Brothers that are so confident in our relationship we
would be willing to tell each other what they need to be told, not what
they think we want to be told.  Do I make any kind of rational sense?"

"Yes, more than that Sir.  I now understand why our program was so
different academically from the regular Foundation regime.  I was a bit
confused at first by the nature of your questions but now I understand.  I
think I understand something else about this interview.  Correct me if I am
wrong but we are also being given a chance to interview you.  We will
probably have a chance to reject an offer made, if we are not comfortable
with it?"

"In essence that is correct.  You would be very foolish to reject my offer
and I know enough about all of you and the program to know none of you are
foolish.  But, if our personalities were totally incompatible or something
drastic like that, then I would expect you to say no, it just won't work,
and I would respect that."

"Outline your sexual experience, please."  I knew the boys had all been
instructed in male sex and they all had lots of practical experience with
each other.  They had a solid sex education class.  I knew they had never
been alone with a girl.  "Just be honest, I like sex with boys and I like
sex with girls too.  I promise not to pass any judgments."

"Well as to girls I have no experience, as to boys we have been instructed,
taught, trained and we practice with each other.  I'm good at it, I like
it."

"What about S & M, bondage and the like?"

"I know what it is, but only did a little bondage stuff in our sex
education class.  Not my favorite, but I'm willing to learn if that is what
you want."

"No Geoff, that is not me at all.  I'm afraid, anything that degrades
another person, is just a bit beyond my understanding."  He looked
relieved.  I talked with him for a long time asking all kinds of questions.
He asked me a few more too.  Now the final test.

"If I asked you to have sex with me right now, what would your answer be
and why?"

"I would answer yes, I am ready and willing.  As to why, first because I
have been prepared to be the sex toy of my benefactor, should that be
required.  Second, you are one hell of a good looking man and after talking
with you, I am sure you would try and give as much pleasure as you will
receive.  Mostly your body turns me on."  Ah the right answer again.  Now
lets see the goods.  I had decided to take this one on regardless of how
well he fucks but I also knew he was more than capable of doing that well
too.

"Geoff, please disrobe to your underwear, but only because you want too,
not because I asked you to."  I knew he wanted to but I also knew his
training left him no real choice.  How free, is free will?  These boys had
been given medical assistance to make their manhood larger than the average
15 year olds.  They had been working out to develop the best proportioned
bodies for their skeletal structure.  All these young men were Adonises in
their own right.  They were given hormone supplements so their, growth,
male and female hormone levels were always at their optimal levels.  The
boys had been isolated for the pervious 24 hours, all he could do was use
his hand and I am a very sexy person, if I say so myself.

Geoff quickly removed his jacket, tie, shirt, shoes, socks and pants.  He
stood in his briefs with a goodly sized basket, showing no embarrassment.
He had done this many times in training with his instructors and the other
boys.  He quickly took a semi military stance with his feet about 18" (46
cm) apart and hands at his sides.  He was ready for inspection.

"Now would you remove my clothing, leaving my underwear on."  He was
efficient and professional, paying some modest attention to my body as the
clothing was removed.  Like his own, he carefully folded or laid aside each
article.  He was well trained.  We stood, now a foot (30 cm) or so apart,
his naked boy body almost without hair, was a wonder to behold.  The hint
of a blond treasure trail disappeared into his black bikini briefs.  I have
a moderately harry chest with dirty brown hair and a well defined treasure
trail that ended at the top of my white thong.  We were both highly
stimulated and sporting full erections.  The boy's basket was overflowing,
he must be huge, I thought.

I stepped up to him, wrapped my arms around his body and kissed him
tenderly on the lips.  "Geoff, I want us to make love not just have sex,
are you up for that?"

"Yes, sir I'm up for that, can't you feel it?"  He has a bit of humor in
him as well, I thought.

"To start, you must call me Jason not sir, can you do that?"

"I'll give it my best shot, Jason."  He did too.

I let my hands roam over his shoulders and chest seeking his sensitive
places.  "Just stand still, well as still as you can, while I show you the
difference between lust and passion."  My left hand moved to his face and
head catching his earlobe in my fingers and gently playing with the short
hair on his neck.  My right and moved to his tummy and lay flat across his
abbs slowly descending to his crotch and fondling his manhood thought the
cloth of his briefs.  Bending forward and down a bit, my lips engaged his
nipples.  My tongue playing with the small, hard, erect bumps.  I moved my
right hand down to the inner leg and my left hand along his back bone.  My
hands grasped his butt stroking the firm flesh.  I whispered, "you can
touch me Geoff," which he began to do with skilled gentleness.  I allowed
my right hand inside his briefs and my fingers moved along the inside of
his butt crack.  His skin was so soft and supple his muscles so firm and
tight.  His hands were inside my briefs with his skilled fingers fondling
my testicles.  His body was almost hairless and the smooth, naked skin that
covered his balls sent shivers thought my body as my fingers stroked his
scrotum.  HIs fingers toughing my scrotum sent shivers through me also.  We
moved to the bed.

He put his arms around my waist, and lean in closer to my body.  I could
feel his heart beating faster.  It mimicked my own.  I was so excited and
speechless at the same time.  I have thought about him for months while
watching the videos, I had thought about all the boys.  Geoff's face leaned
down next to my own, and then he turned to kiss my neck.  I exhaled and
relaxed so much I almost collapsed.  He caught me, and held me up.  I
turned to him, and looked into his eyes.  They were so deep and filled with
question.  I saw him lean in, and start to close his eyes.  My lips moved
closer to his, and I felt as if in an inescapable trance.  I felt his warm
lips touch mine, and we kissed.  My lips parted to meet with his.  I felt
his hot tongue slowly feel for mine.  They intertwined, and it was bliss.
I moved my hands around his waist.  I fingered his back, and then down to
his butt.  He let out a soft murmur, and kissed me harder.  His tongue went
deeper into my mouth.

My cock twitched in my briefs, as it started to harden even more then I
already was.  Something I didn't think was possible but is was.  I could
feel a drop of precome squeezing out at the tip as my cock strained inside
my thong.  He moved away from kissing me, and looked into my eyes.  We
started to kiss again.  He leaned back, as I started to lean onto him.  His
warm body pressing against mine.  There was just a little sweet smell of
the male sweat under his armpit, which aroused me even more.  I put my left
arm round his shoulders and cuddled him closer to me.  I held him close to
me, I could feel his heart beating.

We were both panting a bit, with the heat and the excitement.  I slid my
free hand down Geoff's smooth chest and stomach, till I could feel the
curly top of his pubes.  Just an inch further, and his solid, thick penis
was in my eager hand!  It was a beauty almost 10" (25.4 cm), uncut and
throbbing in my sweaty palm.  He was full erect and so large his fore skin
had completely retracted.  I felt his whole body shudder as I gripped his
solid shaft and stroked it gently.  I brushed the tip with my thumb.  There
was a little droplet of precome there, I smoothed it over the head.

His lips found my neck and shoulders again.  I pulled his briefs all the
way off and his cock snapped to attention.  I fell onto him, and locked
onto his lips again.  Our bodies met, his back on the warm bed.  I moved to
his neck, and chest.  I didn't want to miss a spot with my tongue.  As I
moved my face downwards over his smooth chest, I could taste the salty
sweat on his gorgeous teenage body.

I found his nipples and bit them gently.  He winced but put his hands on
the back of my head so I wouldn't stop.  I looked back up at him, and his
head was back, eyes closed, and mouth slightly parted.  I moved to his
navel and then inner thighs.  I wanted to make sure this lasted.  I moved
to his cock, and teased the tip with my tongue.  He pushed his hips up,
wanting me to take it in.  I grabbed the base, and guided it slowly into my
mouth.  It was hot, and throbbed as my lips up and down its length.  He
moaned and moved his hands to my shoulders.  He didn't want me to stop.

My own cock was still confined, and it needed to be let loose.  I moved my
head off his cock and moved up to his lips.  He rolled on top of me, and
his hands went between my legs.  He began pulling my thong down, quickly
got on his knees, and pulled them off.  He kissed my ankles, and moved up
to my knees wanting to get to what was standing up between them.  My cock
twitched, waiting for him to touch it again.

Shock waves flooded my body when his mouth made contact.  He took me in one
gulp, and pulled my cock with his lips.  He went faster and faster as his
hand tickled my balls.  I didn't want this to end.  He put his other hand
on my cock, now wet with saliva and jerked and sucked me at the same time.
He knew exactly what he was doing and was doing it right.  Well trained for
sure.

I slid my body around so my cock was still in his mouth but I wanted his in
mine.  He was lying right on top of me, with his cock and balls pressing
hard against my face.  I was sliding my hands down his back.  Down and
down, till I felt my finger tips touching the ring of his smooth slippery
butt.  As I pushed my finger in, first gently, then more aggressively, he
suddenly rammed his huge, thick cock deep into my throat and started
pumping it in and out.  I could feel his blond curly pubes pressing against
my face as he fucked my mouth.

At the same time he was fingering my anus and pumping my throbbing cock
with his lips and tongue.  My mouth was filled with the salty taste of
sweat and precome, I was almost suffocating as his throbbing penis rammed
up and down in my throat.  It was sheer wonderful.  He continued to suck my
cock and fondle my body.

His smell was so good so stimulating.  My erection was reformatting hard
and strong and so was his.  I took my thong and placed them on his face so
he could smell me.  So he would learn to associate my smell with his sexual
pleasure.  Geoff was well schooled, he knew to keep my sweat soaked thong
over his nose until I removed them.  I had kept the same pair on for
several days they were ripe and ready.

I dipped my finger into a small open jar of lube and pressed it into his
ass again.  Making sure it was well spread and his prostrate was being
given proper attention as I fucked his hole with my finger.  I slipped on a
condom and slowly pressed into his tight anus.  He began to moan softly as
I began long slow thrusts.  I took his legs from my shoulders one in each
hand and pushed them apart and toward his head while picking up my pace.
My 9 and 1/4 inches (23.5 cm) reaching deep into his rectum.  The special
lube I used had a carefully measured additive of "ecstasy" which was now
rushing to the boys brain layering a felling of euphoria on top of the
sexual pleasure.  He was ejaculating now, his breathing was fast and his
body sweating.  I loved the smell, his smell but he would soon be addicted
to mine.  Geoff would have the most intense climax of his young life, one
he would not forget, something he would strive to achieve again.  This was
the first step in making his ass mine, the first step in establishing a
loyalty, a brotherhood that would transcend the money and power we would be
living with for the rest of our lives.

We lay still for a short while, looking into each others eyes, caressing
and folding.  "I take it you enjoyed our little passion play?"

"Oh, yes, I never dreamed it could be so ... so intense."

"Do you think you want the position Geoff?  Ah, but don't answer right now.
Let the flames of passion subside.  I still have 5 more interviews to
conduct.  Lets us just proceed on the assumption I will make an offer and
you will take it."

"Yes, sounds Ok."

"I want you to dress in these," handing him a bright red thong, the color
carried no significance, "carry your other clothing and go through that far
door."  He looked puzzled,

"you are full of surprises but..."

"I have staff in that room to give you instructions, the taylor will
measure you and so on.  We will meet again this evening."