Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2005 09:04:24 -0500
From: Richard <rwestgate@rogers.com>
Subject: Naked School Teacher Chapter 7

This is an original work of fiction, though based upon some true locations
and general circumstances. All of the characters exist only in my own
fevered imagination and none of the sexual incidents actually happened. I'm
happy to hear your thoughts about the story.

My sincere thanks to those who have written me. Your encouragement is
helpful in motivating me to write.

Richard: rwestgate@rogers.com


Naked School Teacher

Chapter 7

It seemed that David was something of a sensation with the Fetish Party
crowd. A few days following the Tunbridge Wells event, Julia called David,
"Everyone is talking about you, David!" she enthused, "they can't wait for
another performance!"

"Er, Julia, I'm not planning on making this a career, you know!"

"No, of course not, David, don't be difficult. You have an invitation to
participate in a GRAND event in London! I'm so excited!"

"And who is inviting me?" asked David.

"Only the BEST people, of course, as you would expect. This is the LONDON
group." She said it reverently," It's the largest in the country and has
the most famous names. The President will be there!"

"The President of the United States?"

"Silly! No. OUR President. The club's president."

"Oh. Does your club have a name?"

"Of course we have a name, but if I told you I'd have to kill you!" Peels
of laughter followed.

"I thought you were the President?"

"I'm President of the local chapter. The London affair will be very
grand. They have oodles of money. I'm just waiting for the final dates and
then we'll get together and plan. Which reminds me, your cheque arrived."

"What cheque?"

"For the event! I told you we'd pay you!"

"Oh, that's nice," commented David, imagining it would be around fifty
pounds or so.

"Now David, it's certified, so I want to put it directly in your hands and
you should put it immediately in the bank."

"Certified?" David was mystified, "why would it be certified?"

"It's for a rather large amount of money!"

"How much?" David was suddenly becoming very interested in this mysterious
certified cheque.

"It's, um," there was a rustling of paper, "it's a little over ten thousand
pounds," she stated matter-of-factly.

David nearly dropped the phone. "What!"

"Well David, the local chapter was paying you five hundred, but you broke
the old er, record and so you got the ten thousand pound national prize for
your ... um ... well for ... winning!"

"Good heavens!"

"If you could drop by early tomorrow, I should have all the details for the
London event by then and I'll give you the cheque at the same time, okay?"

"Okay," said a stunned David.

"And what did dear Julia want?" asked Alice as David sat staring into space
holding the phone.

"What? Oh, she er, wants me to do another party."

"Did I hear you say something about a certified cheque?" probed his wife.

"Yes! Actually they're giving me ten thousand pounds."

"Good Lord, David! Whatever did you do at that party?"

"It seems I won some kind of prize."

"Oh, that's good, I was wondering exactly what you could have done to EARN
that kind of money. I don't want any disgusting diseases you know."

"Quite. I'm a bit taken aback. Seems like a lot of money."

"It is a lot of money ... um, about the next party ..."

"Yes?"

"Are you going to do it?"

David could almost see the cash register ringing up in his wife's mind. "I
don't know."

"I think you should. Who knows where it could lead? You might make a
fortune!"

"Alice, shall I tell you what those parties are?" David was a bit irritated
that his wife was so quick to sell his services without knowing what those
services were and whether or not David wished to sell them.

"From what I know of Julia, it's some kind of nudist or sex club. You are
the entertainment."

"I suppose that is true ... but do you know what I had to do -- or rather
what I was MADE to do?"

"Now David, you have all your fingers, toes and other extremities still
attached last time I looked. It can't have been that bad can it? You made
ten thousand for one night? Not bad at all I'd say."

And that was Alice's last word on the topic.

==============================================

David was to visit `Charles' -- no last name -- for two days (Two Days!)
immediately prior to the second party. He was to be delivered by Charles
directly to the party to begin his duties. The address was in a fashionable
district in central London.

Alice's reaction to these things put up red flags somewhere in the back of
David's mind... but he thought he'd deal with them later, much later.

So they made the most of the time before David's appointment, by visiting
both parents in Hastings and Bexhill, two side-by-side resort towns on the
coast. Alice and Andrew stayed in Bexhill with her parents when David rode
the train directly up to Charles' salon in central London.

Charles, it turned out was young, very cute, very rich and a flaming queen!
He was so over the top, he made David's head spin. Though at the same time
he was so charming that it would have been hard not to like him.

"OH. MY. GOD!" was his first reaction to meeting David. "Darling, aren't
you the gorgeous one!" He held David at arms length by the shoulders, and
studied him, twisting David's body this way and that, finally kissing him
lightly on each cheek.

"How... do... you ... do?" said David weakly.

"I don't know, but YOU will DO just fine," peals of tinkling laughter. "We
have a bit to do, but Julia did NOT do you justice, ohmygod." And with that
began a whirlwind that lasted right up to the moment of the party -- and
beyond really.

First was David's hair, "No, no, no, that won't do at all." It was cut very
short -- almost buzzed at the sides, while the top was left long. Charles
had one of his minions put highlights and lowlights in Davids blondish
hair. In styling and gelling it, he arranged long curving spikes to splay
out in all directions including over David's brow. It gave David a kind of
wanton urchin appearance. Sexy as hell!

Then came the skin. David's skin had the natural health of the young, but
it had never been pampered, moisturized, massaged to such an extent. Now it
got the film star treatment. David lay naked on a massage table and was
pummeled by a hunky masseur clad only in white underwear. His body was
oiled, defoliated, and hydrated. His fingernails and his toenails were
attended to, and his eyebrows waxed. David's greatest shock, though, was
when his entire body was waxed to remove all traces of hair! Not just his
chest, arms and legs, but his armpits -- he screamed -- and every last
scrap of pubic hair! Including what little hair there was between his legs
under his balls -- yes, in that tender spot -- and also hair in his ass
crack and around his bum hole.

What with the depilation the creams and lotions that had been applied to
his body, David felt very strange when it was over and he stood up to walk
about naked. He was aware of every tiny movement of air around his body,
and was sensitive to even the tiniest temperature change.

Charles bounded in upon the completion of his make over. David stood naked
while a small group of people studied their handiwork critically.

At this point, it is worth pointing out that David was a very good looking
man. Well, boy really. He was only 21 years old, blonde, blue eyes, fair
sunny open face with a good complexion. He had nice, even, white teeth, and
the most disarming smile -- when he wasn't nervous or busy being an,
`uptight asshole' as Macdonald would say. He was nicely tanned all over,
and his muscles were nicely defined, though he did not look like a
weightlifter. All his muscles could clearly be seen rippling beneath the
surface of his glowing skin when he moved.

David was 21, but he looked younger. He was often asked for his ID upon
entering a bar, to prove he was indeed over 18. He looked a very young
18. Now, with the makeover, the trendy hairstyle and the glowing healthy
body, he looked even younger. His height - only 5'8" - helped to reinforce
that impression.

"Oh my god," gushed Charles emphatically, you are not just gorgeous - honey
you are beautiful, adorable, EATable!" and he giggled, throwing his arms
around David, pressing his body close so David could clearly feel his hard
cock as it came into contact with David's limp but naked cock. Charles blew
kisses to each of David's cheeks, without his lips quite touching,
accompanied by a sound something like, "mmmwa, mmwa!"

"Now, we don't need to worry about clothes," peels of laughter again, "but
we do need some accoutrement," he said the last with quite a good French
accent.

David frowned wondering what he meant. He was not left in suspense. One of
Charles' young flunkies, who looked to be about 15, but was actually nearer
to David's age, moved forward with a velvet covered jewellery box. He
opened it for their inspection. It contained a selection of smooth gold
rings. They ranged in diameter from about six inches down to about one
inch. They were very solid and heavy. All the large ones had the same
characteristics -- they had a half-circle cross section, flat on the
inside. The flat inside seemed to be lined with a black leather-cushioned
surface. Five small rings were plain gold, quite thin and circular in
cross-section, with a gold ball trapped between the ends, rather like some
earrings David had seen. In fact he thought they probably were earrings.

David looked questioningly at Charles, butterflies in his stomach.

"If you can't wear clothes, Accessorize!" proclaimed Charles.

"Are they really gold?" asked David.

"My dear, of course they're gold. Only the best for our Julia! Now, just
stand there and we'll put some of them on. The others will wait for ... a
bit." He glanced anxiously at David.

Turning to the boy's outstretched box of circles, Charles selected the
biggest, a huge thing. He held something in his hand that clicked, and the
ring fell apart in two halves. These he placed around David's neck, and
carefully clicked them together.

"There, that's the collar! You can hardly see the joints!" he checked David
and seemed satisfied with how the collar looked. "They have internal
magnetic locks, he explained, so they can easily be released with the key
-- without it, you'd never get them off. This information did not exactly
put David's mind at ease. Who was to have the key?

Next came the armbands, placed just above Davids' biceps. They fitted
snugly and were cushioned by the leather lining, "so they don't rub,"
explained Charles. The collar was a little looser, though still leather
lined and it felt quite comfortable. It was very heavy though.

Then came wristbands followed by ankle bands. That left the assortment of
the thin earring-looking pieces.

Seeing David look at them, Charles said, "Ah, yes. These are the ones that
require piercing!"

David opened his mouth to protest, but Charles raised his hand as though
stopping traffic, "Don't say it! Julia has decided! And when Julia has
decided, no one can undecide her! Anyway, why would you want to? With all
the money you're getting for this gig, I'd agree to an amputation!" he
paused, "well maybe not just ANY amputation! A pinky finger maybe!"

David was intrigued, "Julia never really discusses money! Do you know how
much money?"

For the first time, Charles looked a little uncertain, "Oh, well if Julia
hasn't discussed it with you, it really isn't my place, I just assumed ...
oh dear!"

David just looked at him.

"Well, look, I can't really say," he was gushing again as if holding some
priceless tid-bit of gossip, "but I will say, it will make your teacher's
salary look like pocket change! Aaaannd --"he paused for dramatic effect,
"you will keep the jewellery!"

David gasped at that. If the stuff was solid gold, it must be worth
thousands! Perhaps Charles was right, piercing his ears wasn't too much of
a price to pay! Matter of fact he'd always rather liked the idea of gold
earrings -- it would be rakish, maybe a touch of a pirate! "Okay, then," he
said.

He was taken to the piercing room, which had something that looked like a
dentist's chair in which David sat and was tilted back to a comfortable
level for the piercing artist, another one of Charles' very young and
beautiful boy apprentices.

David was surprised that the ear piercings were so easy. Just a sharp
needle-like jab and they were done. He was anxious to see himself in the
mirror. However, he wasn't allowed up, and to his surprise, the cute little
kid with the gloves and needles moved down to attend to his nipples. This
time, it HURT. David yelled and thrashed about, so the boy-torturer quickly
flicked some straps around his arms on the chair to prevent him jumping
up. Someone else held his shoulders from behind. The pain went away and
David, panting, was struggling to get up again, but no, next they moved
down .... There!

"Oh, god, no!" David exclaimed in horror.

"Now hold still, David," said Clive, the man with the instruments, "you
really have to hold still for this, or you can cause a LOT of damage."
David stopped struggling and closed his eyes.

The piercing from under the head of his penis, and into his urethra, was
sharply painful for less than one second, and by the time David realized it
didn't hurt anymore and stopped his screaming, it was done. The ring was
inserted the ball clicked into place to stop the ring dropping out, the
blood wiped up and a dab of antibiotic ointment was applied.

"Now, keep these clean with unscented pure glycerin soap, and don't play
with them too much. Don't have sex for six weeks. You'll be fine." With
that, Clive and his entourage released David and left.

Charles came in to help David shakily to his feet. He led David into the
salon to stand in front of a full-length mirror.

David looked at his reflection. Perhaps it was the quality of the light, a
soft halogen glow, but what he saw took his breath away! Before him was a
golden god! His body was beautiful and glowing with life, the mirror-bright
solid gold bands shone with highlights flashing at his every move, his hair
was carelessly rampant on his head, and the piercings glittered! He was
especially taken with the ring on the end of his dick.

As he looked at it Charles said, "Oh, I nearly forgot! One more thing." And
he produced yet another thick heavy solid gold ring just like the others,
but this was less than two inches in diameter inside.

David could not imagine where to put it.

"Allow me," said Charles enthusiastically. He knelt down in front of David
and grasped his balls, Carefully he pushed first one then the other through
the ring. Grasping David's ball sack on the other side he pulled and
adjusted. Then he took David's cock, carefully folded it over, and making a
little bit of room inside the ring above the balls, he pushed the cock
through. "Helps when it's a little bit slick from the moisturizer," he
laughed. After a few moments of pushing, pulling and fluffing, he was
satisfied and he stood to admire the effect. The heavy golden cock ring
pushed David's sizable balls up and forward in a provocative way, and his
penis arched up over them to drape heavily around the balls. The whole
package looked so much bigger than David was used to. He felt as if he were
semi-erect, but he wasn't. It felt as though his genitals were raised to
the centre of attention and he was very conscious of them.

"Wow," said Charles and David together, then laughed.

Before them in the mirror was a naked, utterly beautiful Barbarian!

David looked at himself and almost fell in love with his reflection!
`Narcissus!' he thought, smiling.

"You like?" Asked Charles, slyly.

"I LIKE!" said David emphatically.

"Good! That's all for today. Tomorrow we attend to your training. Go to
your hotel and have fun, I'll see you tomorrow!"




David's `training' turned out to be pretty mundane waiting skills --
holding a tray of drinks just so, offering drinks and hors d'oeuvres. He
also had some interesting etiquette lessons on social nudity. Clean hands,
wash them at every opportunity, try not to touch the body, especially don't
scratch your bum, don't sit on the furniture, (if he did he should use a
towel to sit on, but he would definitely NOT be sitting during this party
gig!)

He was sent back to the hotel in mid afternoon to begin the final
preparations. He was to shower and then await the ever-attentive Charles to
come and administer the final ablutions (last-rites as David was coming to
think of them!), which was sure to include the enema, David imagined.

Charles smothered him in wonderful smelling lotions and perfumes, attended
to his piercing wounds and ensured they were comfortable and not infected,
then he bundled David into a limousine that arrived at the hotel back
door. It had not occurred to David that he would actually be naked for the
drive over to the party, so of course he could not walk through the hotel
lobby!

They stopped for one last little detail at Charles' salon. He had David
enter a small cubicle like a shower stall that was normally used for fake
spray-on suntan. David put some tiny swimmer's goggles on, and Charles told
him to hold his breath for thirty seconds and just breath between
applications. David was surrounded by a damp gentle breeze that seemed to
blow in every direction. Then he was showered with a fine dry mist of tiny
particles. This was replaced by a powerful updraft that sucked the
particles away.

Standing in front of a mirror moments later, Charles dramatically turned on
the halogen lighting that surrounded it.

David gasped! His whole body was iridescent with golden shimmering
highlights and sparkles.

"What is it?" he asked in awe.

"It is pure gold dust," said Charles softly, for once his over-the-top
manner subdued by the sight of this golden boy.

The limo whisked them away and since he did not know London all that well,
David was soon quite lost. They arrived at a magnificent mansion on a
tree-lined street full of equally magnificent residences.

David trotted up the stairs behind Charles, who was dressed in a wildly
unorthodox tuxedo, featuring a sparkling collar and matching shoes.

A real butler let them in. He regarded David with some interest, but said
nothing, just showed them into a room that turned out to be a
library. Julia and her husband Robert were sitting there chatting over
cocktails.

"Oh, David! Look at you!" she turned to her husband and said, "There
Robert, can I pick them or what?"

The spectacle was awesome. David Jones stood in the doorway, stark naked,
and barefoot, his glistening body was shimmering with golden light,
accentuated by the great golden rings. And his cock! His cock was proudly
thrust up and forward, draping majestically over his balls held compacted
and captive in the great golden cock ring.

He looked like some god-king from a long-dead age.

Julia and Robert both stood as if for royalty. It was an unconscious
reaction. David's hair moved sensuously as he breathed, the spiky strands
waving over and around his face. Julia suddenly wished she'd thought of a
circlet around that forehead -- like a princely crown.

"David," she said in awe, "I knew you were beautiful. I knew you could be
polished up, but this -- this is ... magnificent!" Charles was preening
himself in David's aura.

David stood regarding her. He smiled. "Julia, I have to admit I've had a
number of misgivings over the last few days, but now that I see
... Charles' work, I confess I like it." Charles looked gratified to be
given the credit.

"You are something of a work of art, David," said Robert Anderson, David's
headmaster. "Well done my dear," and he kissed his wife.

"David, the guests will be arriving shortly, so Jensen here," she nodded
towards the butler still standing behind David, "will take you and show you
the ropes for tonight."

There was a suite of interconnecting reception rooms, and David would be
required to move through the guests with a small tray of drinks or hors
d'oeuvres and offer them to guests. Actually his real job was to simply
appear, move around and interact with people looking as he did -- a kind of
living piece of art, as Robert had suggested. Not any different from the
first party, David thought. How wrong he was!

Guests began arriving around ten o'clock, The butler took their coats, and
the Golden Naked Butler offered them drinks. There were other waiters
around, but they were clothed in traditional black tie outfits, as were
most of the guests. Women wore long sparkling gowns. The waiters all eyed
David with some expression he could not quite identify.

The guests were shocked and delighted with David. All the women adored and
doted on him, and tried to seduce him. Some of the men also tried to seduce
him!

David began to see why he was getting the `look' from the other
waiters. Guests were going out of their way to be served by HIM, and not by
THEM!

As the rooms began to fill up, David began to recognize some of the
guests. He saw some prominent politicians and celebrities from the London
stage.

"Well look at you," commented one very well known actress," my, I wish you
were in a play that I could be in!"

A member of the Cabinet took a drink from his tray and chatted with him for
a while, brushing up against him as much as possible, feigning jostling by
the crowd. He put his hand on David's shoulder in a paternal kind of way,
and allowed his hand to slide down David's back to fondle his buttocks.

Someone else came up behind him and put his hands around David's waist, and
whispered in his ear, "What else is on the menu?" And allowed his hands to
slide down to caress David's cock and balls.

Through all of this David managed to hold his tray of drinks steady. He
didn't spill a drop!

However, the constant fondling and suggestively lewd comments, sometimes
from very cute guys, was having it's effect on the status of his cock. It
had started out looking very full and plump because of the cock ring. Now
it was starting to stand out away from the balls. It was definitely longer
and fatter than before.

David was horrified that he was going to get a full-blown erection with
pre-cum dripping everywhere (his naked etiquette lessons had somehow missed
covering this!). He did not of course realize that this was exactly what
the conniving Julia had been banking on!

As the evening wore on and the guests drank more and became less inhibited,
David was groped more and more openly. His cock responded as would be
expected, and soon he was delivering the drinks to his amused guests,
sporting a rigid sparkling golden erection! The glistening pre-cum that he
was trailing everywhere he went was like spider silk, glittering with tiny
golden lights!

Julia, the ever-mindful Julia, took the smallest, cutest waiter aside and
asked him to discreetly obtain a very small hand-towel of the softest
material -- white, preferably. He obliged and he was promptly assigned to
accompany David on his perambulations around the reception, half a step
behind rather like royalty. His job was to act as David's mopper-upper!
Though the guests were amused at the sight of the young Adonis, their
amusement would not encompass cum-stains on their expensive clothes.

The waiter-kid, Ron, who was sixteen and fresh out of school in his first
job, was enthusiastic in his duty. David told him of his recent piercing
with the Prince Albert ring and how tender it was, and the young man was
solicitous in his attentions. Whenever he saw a shiny droplet forming on
David's engorged tool, he slipped discreetly under David's tray (he was
only 5'2") and lightly dabbed it off. If he could not get to it immediately
because of some guest's proximity whilst engaging David in seductive
conversation, and the cock began to drool down it's length, Ron would get
in as soon as he could, wrap the whole of David's cock in his little towel,
and gently squeeze and dab the sticky liquid up. He kept the towel and
never washed it, stained as it was with David's cum and millions of tiny
golden particles. His attentions of course did not help David's rampant
erection to go down! However, it did invoke within David some very warm
feelings towards his little attendant!

As it passed midnight, David was more and more in demand, and people of
both sexes were quite openly grasping his cock, fondling the deliciously
tight package of his balls as they provocatively extended forward thanks to
the massive golden cock ring.

David had been fully erect and dripping for over an hour, but had been able
to avoid constant stimulation by moving around. Now the attention was such
that the stimulation came all the time, sometimes more than one person at a
time was touching him. When someone started playing with is arse and
running her fingers down his crack, he knew he was going to lose it!

He drifted over to where Julia was holding forth - about him, as he
discovered upon getting close enough to hear.

"Ah, the man of the hour!" she exclaimed as he approached her. "Ron, take
David's tray out of the way!" Ron hurried to do so, depositing it on a
nearby table and returning, towel at the ready.

"David, turn around," ordered Julia, in her element. David felt he was at a
slave auction, but nonetheless he complied.

People stared, oooh'd and aaah'd and reached out to stroke him, `like a
pet,' he thought. They touched his bum and fondled his cock.  "Julia," he
gasped, "I need to tell you ... ah, ah." He stopped, the feeling of
struggling against the inevitable ejaculation was proving to be torturous.

Julia, bless her, always perceptive, realized instantly what was about to
happen. She motioned to Ron in a kind of pantomime of a catcher in
baseball, and Ron, bless his heart, swirled around in front of David,
dropped to his knees and held his towel at the ready as if awaiting the
outpourings of blessings from the golden god.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow us a moment, to observe what I'm sure
with a the highlight of our evening."

David was dimly aware of people crowding round him. Someone behind him had
been playing with his ass cheeks, and the firm male fingers now probed his
ass and wiggled on his puckered ass hole. Someone else ran their hands up
the insides of his thighs and gently massaged his balls from the
rear. No-one was touching the glistening, throbbing red cock. Ron was
catching the long strings of pre-cum as they dripped from the golden Prince
Albert ring protruding from David's piss slit.

David's knees buckled a little and he gasped and jerked. The feelings were
very intense. He had never in his wildest dreams expected to be ejaculating
whilst naked and banded in gold before an audience of a couple of hundred
of some of the most influential people in the country.

He closed his eyes and Mount Vesuvius erupted! Stream after stream after
stream of viscous white cum shot from his golden shaft. Ron valiantly tried
to catch it, but caught more on his face and down the front of his
impeccable suit. He did collect a few drops in the towel, which he used to
dab at the few drops that fell to the carpet. Surreptitiously, he licked
some off his lips. He liked it.

As David emptied his balls of cum, he sank to his knees, head back, hands
at his sides, gasping.

A wave of applause followed this performance.

David had the ridiculous thought that he was expected to bow! He didn't,
but he rose to his feet and nodded appreciatively to his fans. He looked at
Julia. Ron who had dashed off, returned with a fresh towel, a newly
scrubbed face, and without his jacket! He proceeded to clean up David's
cock and then stepped back out of the way.

People crowded round David, pressing their business cards into his hand,
whispering in his ear. David could hardly make out what they said over the
sudden din of chatter, but he gathered that he had a new career path
opening up should he so desire.

As David basked in the adulation, a couple of burly men in tuxedos suddenly
materialized on either side of him. "This way, sir," said one of them.

"Um, sure," said David still in somewhat of a daze.

They led him to the main room and whilst he was still bemused by the events
of the evening they began to attach bonds to his hands and wrists. "Hey,
wait a minute," David began, as he realized what was going on -- again --
"what are you doing?" But it was all too obvious what they were doing.

David was once again strung up spread-eagled and naked at one of Julia's
fetish events. This was becoming a habit. Only thing was, he was not lying
prone with an erection, so the entire guest list of 200 people would not be
able to sit on his cock this time! He looked down at his dick, and it was
limp. Thank god!

As he was being tied, the guests were gradually assembling around
him. Except for the absence of masks, the whole thing was reminding David
of the Tom Cruise movie, "Eyes Wide Shut." He'd found it disappointing that
the girl had taken Tom's punishment! David had hoped that the weird masked
crowd would have taken Cruise and stripped him naked for some perverse
punishment for his trespass! Anyway, it now seemed to be happening to him!

A huge figure walked around in front of him. He was clad only in a leather
harness and in his hand he carried some kind of lash, with a thick handle
and many long thin strips of leather! `Oh god!' thought David. He had never
had any experience of S&M, though of course he'd heard of it. Sex was one
thing, but getting whipped with that lash was quite another.

"NOOOOOoooooooo!" he cried out at the top of his voice. His tormentor
smiled. The audience stirred in excitement. David realized that part of
their enjoyment was his torment. But still, he could not help but react.

David's ankles were fastened to some rings in the floor, and ropes from his
wrists spread high and wide to the ceiling above. He was effectively
immobilized, and the way he was strung, gave the guy with the whip complete
access to his body from all the front and the back.

"Jesus, help me!" he cried. But Jesus had not been invited!

The guy slashed the whip across his own hands an indication of what was
about to happen. Then he walked up to David and whispered in his ear,
"Don't give in too soon, but if you cannot take it, and I mean if you
REALLY cannot take it, yell out, `Tutankhamen' at the top of your
voice. Got it?" David nodded. "I am Master Karl, David, pleased to meet
you."

Master Karl stepped back and, swinging the lash, brushed it across David's
nipples. "Ahhhhh!" yelled David, more in surprise than anything else. It
actually didn't hurt all that much. However, the sound of the lash hitting
his flesh had been fearsome. The lash came again and again. Each time David
screamed. His chest and his nipples tingled. Master Karl moved around
behind him. The lash fell on his buttocks from either side. It moved up to
his back. It moved down to the backs of his thighs. It came inside his legs
and touched each leg on the inside. And so he was whipped from every
conceivable angle. Although he did not realize it at the time, David later
discovered as he anxiously searched in a mirror, there were no marks on his
body -- it seemed somewhat red all over, but not the welts he'd
expected. Master Karl certainly knew what he was doing.

At some point, Master Karl tossed the lash away and took another
implement. It seemed to be a little toy whip. He came up close to David and
looking him straight in the eyes, began to fondle his cock! Master Karl was
a hot looking guy. He was beefy, hairy, muscular, and dressed in
leather. David got hard in no time. When his prick was rigid in Master
Karl's hand, Master Karl began to whip it with the little whip. David
screamed piercingly!

So began another erotic roller coaster for David. His cock was played with
to make it aroused, and it was then beaten and whipped, so the erection
deflated, and then it was aroused again. Up and down, pain and pleasure.

Master Karl added ball slapping to the torture. This gave David that sick
feeling in the pit of his stomach. Yet because the beating was interspersed
with arousal, he seemed to be able to cope with the pain.

The little whip produced a stinging sensation. It was used all around his
cock head and up and down his shaft. A little flat paddle was used under
his balls, slapping upwards.

Through it all David cursed and yelled at the top of his voice. He had not
signed up for this! Master Karl looked him straight in the eye from time to
time, with lifted eyebrows awaiting the `safe' word. Yet for all the pain
he endured, David never used it. The pain never got to be
unbearable. Something deep inside David refused to let him see that they
had got to him, that they could break him.

The reaction of the crowd was one of pure animal lust! At every scream and
cry from David, the crowd cheered and applauded. Outwardly they were classy
and respectable, dressed in formal suits and gowns, yet their inner
character was revealed by their excited and erotic reactions to the torture
scene.

What a scene it made! David, the beautiful boy, muscles rippling in
agonized resistance, glowing with gold dust, accentuated by the heavy
barbaric rings, struggled and sweated, face contorted, arms and legs tied
out to make his body form an X; the Master standing before him clad in
leather straps and a leather codpiece brandishing his implements of torture
like a medieval inquisitor.

At some point during this ordeal, while the whipping of his cock, his balls
and his inner thighs was still going on, David felt a touch on his
back. Hands ran down his body, soothing the pain inflicted there
earlier. The hands were soft and erotic, while the whipping at front was
sharp and cruel. The energy of the two diametrically opposed sensations was
curiously arousing. In spite of the whipping, his cock already partially
aroused, became rock hard once again. The hands behind him became more
insistent, parting his ass cheeks and playing with his hole. The hands
caressed between his legs and gently ministered to his testicles, touching
them, holding them, rolling them. The hands, reaching between his legs and
from under his balls played with his cock shaft soothing and calming the
hurt.

All the time, the whips continued. At one point the hands soothed his shaft
while the little whip delivered bee stings to the head of his cock.

The pair of hands became two pairs. He could not see who as they were
behind him. There was urgency in their movements, and their bodies brushed
against him. They were naked. Their attention moved to his ass and he knew
he was to be fucked. When the penetration occurred, David thrust his head
back in ecstasy. The contrast between the pain and the pleasure was intense
and it aroused him like never before.

The fucking began slowly and the whipping changed. Master Karl picked up
the lash again and started working on his chest, the front of his thighs,
and allowing the very tips of the lash to barely touch his balls. David
writhed on the cock impaling him from the rear. His head was thrown back,
teeth bared in grimace.

The fucking increased in tempo. Somewhere deep drums beat an insistent
rhythm. Tempo and fucking increased in unison, until the man fucking him
came, pumping his seed deep into David's ass.

Another cock replace the first. And David was serially raped by a seemingly
endless succession of men. He lost count. He never lost his
erection. Master Karl never stopped whipping him.

Then it all stopped. The lights dimmed and a spotlight illuminated David at
the centre of attention. The ropes holding his arms tightened and he began
to raise off the floor. New ropes fastened to his ankles also lifted him up
until he was suspended about four feet off the ground by arms and legs.

This position exposed his ass directly towards Master Karl! Master Karl
took a thin cane and began to lightly whip it on David's buttocks. David
yelled in pain. The little taps covered his ass,between his legs up close
to the scrotum. And then with a precisely aimed stroke, Master Karl laid
the cane directly along his ass crack, with its force centred on the
stretched and leaking hole.

David's reaction to this was awesome to watch. He writhed and struggled
twisting in his bonds. It was to no avail. The whipping began again, and
again it culminated in the whip to his arsehole's pucker.

What David could not believe was that his cock was getting harder than
ever! It was rigid, red, trembling, and leaking copious amounts of
pre-cum. After several more of these strokes, it was clear to David that he
was going to cum. And cum he did in a great geyser spurting high up into
the air. The white fountain crested high above him and dropped down in
puddles and spatters all over his stomach and his chest.

When his ejaculation stopped, the whipping stopped. The crowd was ecstatic,
cheering, yelling, stomping their feet!

David's feet were lowered so he could stand, and he was released. He
collapsed in the arms of his helpers and was assisted out of the room, led
by the hand of Ron his little attendant. They exited to a quiet room that
the staff were using to organize their forays into the reception. A group
of staff standing around applauded as he entered. David nodded
acknowledgement and continued following Ron deeper into the recesses of the
building.

As soon they were alone, Ron began to rip off his clothes. "What are you
doing?" asked David in alarm.

"Please, mister," gasped the boy flinging off his underwear and standing
naked before David with a monster, dripping erection, "please, I want you
to fuck me. I'm so fucking horny wiping your dick all night, you shoot all
over me, and then watching you out there. I gotta be fucked -- HARD!"

David was mesmerized. The boy was cute. He was reminded of Tom. David's
cock sprung immediately to attention! Did it never stay down?

Ron backed over to a large billiard table under the soft green glow of the
overhead light, towing David with him. He lay back on the sacred green
baize and spread his legs wide, revealing a delicious white ass and rosebud
pink hole. David's erection hardened instantly. He drew himself up over the
supine boy and slowly pushed his cock into the boy's hole. At least he
tried to push himself in. He was stopped by an agonizing pain!

"Oh god! I forgot the piercing!" What did Charles say? `No sex for six
weeks?' Damn, how could he have been so stupid? Six weeks would take him
clear through the summer vacation! What had he been thinking?

Seeing him stop and grimace in pain, Ron said, "What's up, mate?"

"This piercing is too new, I can't do it," said David sadly touching the
boy's face.

"Oh, fuck!" said Ron with exasperation. He fished in his clothes and
offered David a condom. "Try this."

David unrolled the thing onto his stiff cock. It did seem to hold the ring
in a comfortable position, and maybe it would not be pulled so painfully.

They tried again. David was able to get in if he took it slowly, and then
he found he could fuck without pain if he didn't go too fast. It gave him a
chance to practice the long slow fuck technique that he'd learned from Rod.

It worked, though poor Ron was constantly trying to get him to fuck faster
and harder, as he was now experiencing that very long, slow buildup to an
almost indefinitely postponed climax that put him on the edge of orgasm for
what seemed like hours!

The kid was no novice, though of course this was the first time David had
ever actually fucked a guy! But fucking is fucking, and David had certainly
done that!

Pulling the boys' butt to the edge of the table, David stood, legs apart
and pushed all the way in. He began slowly long-shafting Ron, and the boy
squirmed and wriggled asking for more, urging him faster, rougher. David
held steady at his even pace. David had just shot an enormous load, and
this was no more than fifteen minutes later. David was surprised he could
get it up, let alone fuck. He did not expect to shoot very much.

They came together, both yelling at the tops of their voices, Ron shooting
all over his chest, David deep inside the boy. As they calmed down and
David collapsed on top of Ron, they became aware of the applause around
them. They looked up and saw the staff plus Julia and half-a-dozen other
guests.

David pulled his cock out of Ron's ass with an audible pop! David,
embarrassed by the sticky mess all over his cock and running down his legs,
not to mention the condom half hanging off like some dirty sock about to
drop into the laundry, didn't quite know what to do.

Ron jumped up off the cum-ruined billiard table, picked up his underwear
and began to mop up around David's cock, grabbing the condom, and cleaning
down his legs. He did quite a respectable job. Unfortunately he was unable
to do the same for himself, and David's cum was freely running from his ass
down his legs, and his own cum was running down his stomach and over his
cock. He grabbed his clothes and fled! He never again washed the underwear
either!

David glanced wistfully at the cute bottom exiting the room, when someone
hugged him and nuzzled her face into his neck. Involuntarily wrapping his
arms around her, David held his head back to see who it was.

Alice!

In utter shock and disbelief, David jumped back, disengaging from the
embrace!

His jaw dropped, she had obviously witnessed the scene with Ron. Had she
seen everything that night? What on earth could he possibly say to her?

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