Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2007 01:51:11 -0700 (PDT) From: Randy Craig Subject: Mr. Johnson's Boys Part 5 Juan stretched out in the king sized bed and reflected on his new life as a houseboy for Mr. Sanchez. There was a touch of sadness in the boys eyes as he looked around his posh surroundings. Everything he saw in the room was over stuffed, over polished, over done in every way. He felt a new cynism towards life, a feeling he had never felt before. After all only a month ago, he, like his brother Pablo had known only the life of the ghetto slum. It had been his younger brother Pablo who had excitedly contacted him to tell him of the exciting news he had for him. Pablo, happy in his new life had secretly been inquiring on some of his "overnights" for a possible position for his brother. It was on one of these excursions, overhearing the house gossip of the staff that he had learned that Mr. Sanchez, vice-president of Petro-mex, was looking for a houseboy. Pablo had only been able to meet with his brother at a pre-arranged spot for a few minutes to give him the barest facts and contact information. He had brought a fine suit for him as well so he would be presentable when he went for his job interview. Then with a quick hug and a promise to keep in touch, Pablo had dissappeared. Juan mused whimsically at his innocence that short month ago. Here he lay in luxury he had not even imagined before, yet he was definitely not content. Then, he thought even a portion of his current life would bring happiness. Now he knew that he, a lowly slum boy had feelings too. He knew now the meaning of a broken heart as well as the more immediate feeling of a very sore ass. Juan got out of the cushy bed and looked at his reflection in the full length mirror on the wall. He was a good looking boy of 14, he could honestly admit. While he lacked his brothers absolutely fine features, the reflection showed a handsome thin boy just starting to develop into manhood. His latino features had classic black curly hair and dark pearcing eyes. His smooth hairless chest led down to his patch of curly hairs and delicate cock. Sighing, Juan slowly dressed to attend to his few duties outside the bedroom. He knew Mr. Sanchez would have him back in the bedroom by early evening. Mr. Sanchez was, afterall, if nothing else predictable. If only Mr. Sanchez had been a bit more understanding....if only..... When Juan had arrived at the household, it had been with an eagerness and enthusiasm as he had never felt before. Upon being let in and upon stating he was applying for the houseboy position, Juan had been led to a small study and instructed to await the master of the house, Mr. Sanchez. His first look at who was to become his new boss was that of a completely unremarkable man. Hair greying and receeding, a middle paunch, average height, he looked most remarkable in that he could have been one of thousands of mexican businessmen. What was most remarkable in his features were his eyes. Cold, unfriendly and ruthless looking, there was not a hint of warmth in their glance. They were the eyes of a man who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, and had done whatever was nessesary to claw his way to the top of the Petro-mex oil monopoly. With a quick efficient nod and glance at Juan he had asked him to stand and slowly walked around him, occasionally poking or feeling him. Juan felt exactly like a slab of tuna at the store. Then with a quick nod he crisply told him "you will do", indicated he would see him later had the butler show him to his quarters. It was when the butler showed him to the room his mind started racing, for he was not taken to any old servant quarters but to the boss's master bedroom ittself. Crisply the butler indicated a small dresser drawer for him to use near the other ornate furnature. It was the fact there was only one bed in the room that had Juan's mind in turmoil. What was expected of him, where was he to sleep? Not knowing what to do, and with nothing to unpack, Juan simply perched on the corner of the bed. He certainly did not want to touch or disturb anything as everything was obviously very expensive. Juan did not know if one, two are three hours had passed before Mr. Sanchez strode into the room. With only a glance at Juan, he said simply "when I come in I expect you to get undressed. I am a busy man, you know." Juan sat, dumbstruck, on the corner of the bed. "You do want the job, don't you?" the ever abrupt Mr. Sanchez asked brusquely. Juan slowly nodded his head, and with shaking fingers undressed. Juan's already numbed minded was rocked again by the sight of his new boss unzipping his pants, exposing his flaccid cock. "Suck it" Mr. Sanchez said. WIth Juans hesitation and questioning eyes, the man's short fused temper exploded. "Listen, you simple idiot" he said sharply " you either do what I say or leave the house, simple as that. I am an important busy man who also requires a lot of sexual attention. That is what you are here for", he said leeringly to the boy. Juans mind raced as he hesitated again. Could he do what the man wanted? Was it worth doing for a chance at a new life? Firmly, and with the feeling he was going in a direction that there was no turning back from, he took the cock and placed it in his mouth. From the start he found it a distasteful task. Musky smelling and repulsive, feeling, he nonetheless continued the task of sucking the ever hardening and lengthening member. Mr. Sanchez' harsh demenor never changed, as he was to find that it never would. He would grab the boys hair and guide him roughly to a better position when the inexperienced youth moved the wrong way. A slap on the back or neck was his response to an accidental feel of teeth on the cock. Juans biggest suprise came when the cock was at its greatest length. It by now filled his small mouth and the constant sucking of the last 15 minutes had already made his jaw sore. Without a word, and with a practiced ease, the large man rolled Juan onto his back. With a token dab of a cold gel applied to the startled boy's ass cheeks, the man roughly rammed his cock into the tight virgin ass of the boy. Pain instantly coursed through Juan. He felt as if his ass had caught fire and the fire was spreading throughout his nether regions. At first he could neither breathe or make a sound. Then, by catching his breathe he let out a blood curling scream. The man on top of him started to rapidly pump the engourged member in and out of his ass. "A virgin' The man grunted between clenched teeth. He seemed to be having a hard time breathing too and he started grunting and gasping for air. Juan felt the pain subside somewhat from the initial shocking peak, but he continued to sob and cry out. Unbelieveably, his slender cock was now erect and throbbing too. Again and again the boys body was rocked by the thrusts of the big man. Juans cries had brought the butler into the room. "Everything ok here?" the asked the intertwined figures. Mr. Sanchez, unruffled by the intrusion, thrust away even harder before gasping "tight little bastard, really great fuck, best one in a long time". Juan nodded he was ok to the kind eyed man before the well suited gentleman quietly retreated. The man thrust agressively for what seemed to Juan an age before he let out a loud gasp, arched his back, and the boy felt the cock imbedded deep inside him stiffen even more. With a sudden motion, the man pulled his throbbing cock from the boys ass and thrust the member, now slimy and smelling of his own ass canal, back into his mouth. With no chance to overcome his shock and suprise, the engorged member started shooting jets of sticky warm juices into his mouth. Gagging and choking, the fluids were soon spilling out of his mouth and down his cheeks and face. Mr. Sanchez waited only for the jerking motion of his cock to stop before he got up and started dressing, leaving the choking, boy laying there slowly swallowing the mans juices. "You will do" the man said in his usual curt tone. "As you are so inexperienced let me make a few things clear." By this time the man was already getting his suit on and lacing his shoes. "I am a busy man. For you to continue here you need to adhere to my schedule. You will be undressed and ready for me at the times of 12 noon and at 3 pm. If I am to show at those times I will be there promptly. Regardless, be naked and in this room by 9pm and you will sleep with me after I fuck you. Otherwise, during the day, help with household chores." With that the man strode from the room, adding, "remember, see you here at 9pm sharp". Juan, slowly recovering, glanced at the clock. It was only mid afternoon, 4pm. The boys mind was racing. Should he stay? He knew he had the choice of leaving. Could he endure the harsh treatment again and again? Resolutely he mulled the situation again and again. His ass hurt, there was no question about that. It still felt afire. Could he willingly accept such harsh treatment? He probed himself. Nothing broken, no blood. He felt his resolve returning. He could do this, at least until something better came along. He knew if he were still here this evening Mr. Sanchez would take that as his asqisence of the situation and he could expect nothing better than whatever Mr. Sanchez decided to do to him. With a final thought of leaving, Juan squared up his shoulders and started to dress. He would stay as long as he could. Leaving the room, with as calm of a voice as he could he asked the butler the house rules and when to eat. He was ravenious. Ignoring the staffs questioning eyes he made his way to the staff kitchen and ate the biggest and best meal of his life. Next, he made his way to the staff living room and occupied his time getting familiar with the household. All too soon the clock was approaching 9 oclock. So soon? Should he walk out the door? After another inner struggle he walked again to the bedroom and slowly stripped naked. At exactly 9 oclock Mr. Sanchez strode in. The same grim look, the same resolute purpose. He did not seem at all suprised to see the boy on his bed. Although Juan had secretly hoped the man would be too tired, it was immediately obvious that the man was expecting a repeat of their earlier experience. In fact almost exactly the same experience as it was very apparent to the young boy that this was a man with absolutely no imagination. The same flaccid cock thrust into his mouth, the same unexpectedly swift thrusting cock into his still sore ass. Juan cried out again loudly, and the man only smilied his lustful little tightlipped grimmace as Juans cries seemed to encourage him to thrust harder. Juans tight little ass felt bursting as every nerve in his canal jangled as if on fire. Unbelieveably, once again he saw his thin cock harden and grow to its full 3 inches. Once again, a slimy ass juiced cock was thrust into his mouth moments before it spurt out its juices. This time Juan was ready for this anyway and caught and swallowed the sticky mess. Then, with hardly a hesitation, the man curled up with the sticky boy and was soon fast asleep. And this, for the last month had been Juans life. He went daily to the bedroom at the appointed times. Mr. Sanchez showed up at least once during the day and always at night for exactly the same sexual act. Suck first, deep into the boys ass then cum into the boys mouth. It never varied. Juan could count the days and know exactly the number of times he had been fucked by Mr. Sanchez. 30 days, 60 fucks. Juan no longer tried to stifle his vocal cries while he was being fucked as he knew instinctively that the man enjoyed them, enjoyed his thrashing and expressions of discomfort and pain. It still hurt every time, but he was able to alleviate some of the sharpest pain by secretly putting lube up his ass before the big mans arrival. Around the household he worked at holding his head high but it was difficult, as Mr. Sanchez made no secret he slept with the boy. He even seemed to relish the staffs occasional "accidental" trips into the master bedroom as he was fucking the boy. It seemed to make him thrust all the harder when a servant he had summoned stood watching them. Worst of all, though was when Mr. Sanchez' son Francis returned from college. Francis was as handsome as his father was homely. Francis was built, francis was hung, Francis was beautiful, and Francis was the reason Juan was so miserable a month into his service to Mr. Sanchez. Every time Juan saw Francis, he felt a quickening of his pulse, a flushing of his cheeks and a more rapid beating of his heart. Juan could not even bear to look at Francis. Any time the handsome 19 year old entered the room, the boy, flushing fled the room before Francis noticed. Thus he did not see the lingering looks Francis gave him as he left. Juan fought back his feelings but he knew without a doubt he was hopelessly in love with Francis. As a final blow to the boys dignity, his little cock grew hard whenever the handsome stud was around, giving his feelings away to whoever noticed. As he would blush ever the more furiously, Francis would calmly gaze upon the handsome boy. A week after Francis' return Mr. Sanchez did something that startled even the now well broken in Juan. It happened in the living room, as Mr. Sanchez was sitting on the comfortable couch smoking a cigar with an oil company associate. Both men were similar in build and drinking copious amounts of sherry. Juan, perched alongside Mr. Sanchez, noticed that the mans cheeks were more flushed than usual and he jabbed his cigar in the air to make another point. Suddenly he noticed his companions longer and longer looks at Juan and the tenting of his well pressed business suit. Learing, Mr. Sanchez smirked at the companion "take him for a ride, my friend, he is a beginner but a good slut". Juan froze. This was the last thing he expected. He glanced questioningly at Mr. Sanchez. "Getcher clothes off" Mr. Chanchez slurred. The boy, hesitating, undressed slowly. The man, rocking slightly moved to the boy in the middle of the room. Tears in his eyes he unzipped the mans pants and started to suckle the mans cock. It was much larger than Mr. Sanchez', the only one he had seen. His humiliation grew as he saw the household staff gathering to watch. Soon the mans cock was fully extended, stretching Juans mouth. All too soon the man pushed Juan down on all fours, and without even the benifit of any lube, started to force the monster into the boys used but still tight ass canal. The cock was huge, at least half again longer than the one he was accustomed to and much thicker. Juan arched his back and cried out in renewed agony as the huge muscle was forced into him. His torment grew as the monster, unlubed and dry was forced into him again. His tears turn to humiliation as he looked up to see Francis standing there looking at him getting fucked in the middle of the living room. By the time the man finally came, shooting his load deep inside Juan, the boy had tears streaming down his face. They were tears of humiliation, though, not pain. To have Francis see him fucked like that! It was too much for him to bear. As soon as the man withdrew, he re dressed and went back to his conversation about oil prices with Mr. Sanchez, cigar in hand and another glass of sherry downed. Without asking, Juan still naked rushed from the room, sobbing and heartbroken. Without seeing where he was going he collided with Francis in the hallway. "There" Francis soothed. "It will be ok" The heartbroken boy only buried his head in the muscular chest of Francis and sobbed some more. Francis slowly led the boy to his room, and lay him down. "I know you love me" he told the shaking boy ever so quietly. "I have seen it in your looks and eyes." "You will stay with me from now on. Don't worry," he laughed, my father is an ass but gives me what I want." "Tomorrow I will show you what real love is and how men make love together, that is if you want me". With that the soothed boy drifted off to a deep and contented sleep.