Chapter 4

Jordan had decided that if he was going to do this, he was going to do it right, and he had wanted to visit Paris almost all his life. He felt that he would be able to manage the telepathy and empathy just fine, so he appeared inside a bathroom at the Charles De Gaulle Airport. He had made certain that there was no one inside the bathroom at that time, and, before he could even blink, he was standing there. He looked at himself in the mirror, and even he had to smile, even he thought he looked sharp.

With a couple years of good food and great exercise, and even better treatment, he now looked almost nothing like he once did, even though technically he looked exactly the same as well No, now he looked happy and bright, well fed, and, more importantly, healthy. He ran his fingers through his hair one final time to make it perfect, then he opened the bathroom door and exited nonchalantly, as if he had just walked in a few moments before, no one any the wiser.

The first thing that Jordan did was to find a bank machine, and he found one just a few minutes later. He took out the maximum that it would allow him to take out, which was two thousand euros. He put it into the wallet that he had gotten from home, put it all into his pocket, not worrying in the least that he had so much money, since he doubted anyone in their right mind could steal from him, and then headed out.

So far he was having no issues with telepathy or empathy, and even though he could hear and feel the thousands of people around him, he was able to tune it out to the point that he hardly noticed it any more than he did the overwhelming noise, which he was able to tone down a little as well. With a happy smile on his face and spring in his step, he headed toward the main entrance.

Then, on a whim, Jordan decided that he should probably have an adult with him, and got a wicked grin on his face. He thought for only a few seconds, and then from the shadows a man stepped out, appearing to be dressed in almost the exact same way as he was, looking to be an older version of Jordan himself. It was just an image, but unless you tried to shake the images hand or something, you would never know it. Even if you bumped into it, you would think it was an actual person, but you would be able to tell by actually touching him.

They went out the front doors and hopped into the nearest taxi that was waiting, and then he was off. As they drove out, the driver asked in broken English where they were going. Jordan responded back in perfect French.

“I speak French, no worries, but please excuse my father, he is deaf and mute and will be unable to communicate with you. Could you please take us to Hotel Le Meurice.”

“Yes Sir.” He said, and at the next turn, he went the correct way and drove them all the way there. When they arrived, he told Jordan how much it was, and Jordan paid the man, giving to him a healthy tip. He thanked Jordan graciously and then as soon as they were out, he was off.

Jordan and the image of his dad, the only dad he ever wanted from now on in fact, entered into the lobby of the beautiful old hotel. They went right to the counter, and a woman there looked at the two exquisitely tailored men and thought pure money. She too spoke in English as they walked up, having pegged them for English speaking as well.

“Thanks for speaking English, but it won't be necessary, I speak French fluently as well. Please excuse my father though, he is both deaf and mute, so, unless you know sign language as well, I'll talk to you.”

“Understandable, and no, I do not. You speak the language amazingly well.”

“Thank you, I have had only the best schooling, my father made certain of that. We should have your best suite reserved under Jordan Gabriel.” He lied, knowing for fact that he did not, but as soon as she looked, it would be there.

“Ah yes, here it is, but oh no, it appears there is a problem Sir. I don't have your credit card on file, that's very odd Sir, normally it gets entered as soon as the reservation is done. I apologize, but could I get your credit card please?”

“No worries at all, one second.” He turned to the image of his dad and actually did explain the entire situation to him in sign language, just in case someone was watching, and when he nodded and reached into his pocket, Jordan's wallet was already there for him to grab, and he passed it to Jordan. Jordan removed the card and handed it over.

“Here you are, but please have that checked into, because I did give it when I made the reservation, so just make sure there's no glitches, I wouldn't want for there to be any problems. Man, computers, best and worst inventions ever. When they work, they're great, but not so much when they don't.”

“No kidding, at least we have very good ones here, but even still, sometimes stupid errors happen, so I'll let the technicians know right away to look into it, because, you're right, that shouldn't happen. Well, there you go, you're all set. If you need anything at all, please ask the bellhop on your way up and he'll make certain that you have everything that you need, and always feel free to call us at the front desk, and we'll see what we can come up with.”

“Thank you very much.” He smiled, really laying it on thick and bright, dazzling the woman, and she nearly messed her panties and fainted.

Jordan giggled to himself as they walked away with the bellhop that was right there waiting, he really liked looking like a couple million bucks, and though he would certainly never do anything with a female of any sort, she did not need to know that. He hoped though that none of her co-workers had noticed her have an orgasm over a nine year old though, no matter how good he looked.

He was taken all the way up to his room, and when they entered, he sighed deeply.

“Is there something wrong Sir?” The bellhop asked.

“No, it's a bit on the small side, but I suppose it'll have to do.” He sighed animatedly, grinning widely though to show the bellhop he was teasing.

“I should hope that this is not considered small Sir, I've heard of houses half this size.” He laughed.

“No kidding. No, I was sighing because it's so beautiful. I've never been to this hotel before, but I've stayed in many, and this is one of the nicest. Granted, there was one in Russia, oh my goodness, so beautiful it could make a gay boy like me cry.” He said unashamedly, he knew the bellhop was gay as well.

“Been to Russia myself, such beautiful architecture there, so I understand. I also pegged you for gay, you're very pretty, and incredibly good looking. You know how to use your looks and your charms well, normally Sierra is unflappable, and no one causes her to flush, but you did, and even caused her to cum and nearly faint just by smiling at her.”

“Ah, you saw that huh?” Jordan grinned.

“Oh yeah, but to tell you the truth, I damn near did as well. And Sierra's gay as well, so how you made her do that I'm willing to bet even she doesn't know.” He laughed again.

“Ah yes, it's a curse.” He grinned. “Well, I'm certain that you have other things that you should be doing right now rather than gossiping with me, so I should let you go, but I know Paris is rather open about most things, so where'd a nine year old gay boy like me go for some party time?”

“Oh, um, well, if you were older, lots of places. But there's, well there's a few places, underground places, where one so inclined, such as yourself, might be able to go for a good time.”

“I see, and does one who's so inclined have to do anything special to be invited?”

“Oh, um, yeah, you need an special invitation.”

“And, can I get such an invitation from anyone that you know?”

“That's information that'd be very bad in the wrong hands.” He said, looking to what appeared to be Jordan's dad, who was strategically wandering around, looking at everything, not looking at them.

“I understand. My dad knows about me, he's very open as well, so no worries, but he also cannot hear you. You know the information though, don't you, you partake in their activities as well, don't you?”

“Oh god yeah. I can give you an invite.”

“I thought so. I took you for a boy lover almost right away. Now, would anyone there be adverse to the fact that I have to wear diapers?”

“No, no one would be I'm sure. There's several other diaper lovers there, and even I've been known to partake in such a thing when needed, or wanted.”

“Excellent. And when does this place open?”

“Ten pm, and here's how you get there and get in.” He said and then gave Jordan the instructions.

“Excellent. And will you be there this evening, I'd very much like to pay you back for all your kindness today?”

And then he came.

“Um, oh yeah.” He said, blushing.

“Good, and I hope it was as good for you as it was for me. I'll expect you to be thickly diapered and very wet as well.” He grinned brightly, taking out his wallet and handing a one hundred euro note over.

“For sure.”

For some reason the man nearly limped from the room, not only was he still incredibly hard, though it was tucked, currently, very uncomfortably in his underwear, but he was very sticky, and he did not want it to soak into his clothes.

As soon as the door closed, the image of Jordan's father disappeared, and he giggled to himself.

'That was fun.' He said to himself.

Jordan was hungry though, because he had not had breakfast before leaving the island, and he looked to the clock to see what the time was. He had no idea what time zone he was even in, he had never thought of it before. It was almost six pm though, so it was about an eleven hour backward difference from where he was from. He giggled to himself, saying he had successfully traveled back in time.

Jordan found the menu for the hotel's room service, perused it for a few moments, and then called them and placed his order.

Just over thirty minutes later, his food was brought up to him, and he sat at the huge beautifully polished solid mahogany table and enjoyed his sumptuous dinner. It was everything that true French cuisine was supposed to be, and he enjoyed it fully.

Jordan banished his suit, making sure the it was perfectly cleaned and pressed and polished, and then hung up in the wardrobe, and he sat back and enjoyed some mindless TV for a few hours in just his soggy diaper. It was an hour into this, when he realized that no one would have ever seen the diapers that he was currently wearing, and that they probably should not either, so he called room service and asked if they had diapers in his size. He was not surprised that they said yes, that they were only the very best, so he ordered one package to be brought up. He put on the robe that was in the bathroom, and a few minutes later room service was there with his diapers. They were on a cart, and the cart was covered with a thick silk cloth to cover it from prying eyes.

“Thank you very much, but it wasn't necessary to cover them, I don't care one way or the other.”

“That's very well Sir, but most certainly don't wish for us to announce this particular purchase, though we go through several packs a day here, so I am not sure how they would think it is shameful.” He smiled.

“Ah yes, I am certain you would. Too bad for them that they think it has to be hidden, I personally care very little, and I have to wear all day every day.”

“I thought I noticed a hint of a diaper under your suit earlier, you made quite the impression downstairs. I don't know if any of the others noticed or not, but us diaper lovers usually do.” He grinned, pulling down the side of his pants just enough to show off the diaper and diaper shirt that he was wearing.

“I thought I noticed as well, and though I'm truly a diaper lover as well, I actually need them too, I've never had bladder control, and I never do want it either.”

“You and me both.” He grinned.

“Good, and thank you very much, this is for you.” He said, pulling out a fifty euro note from the robe pocket and handing it to the man.

“And thank you Sir. Most certainly don't tip so well for my bringing diapers.”

“Yes, but you brought VERY good diapers, and to a diaper lover, that's almost as good as bringing a brick of gold.”

“Very true Sir, well you have yourself a very nice night and and even better stay.”

“I will.”

Jordan was left to himself again and he decided to put on a fresh diaper, so that it was nice and wet for that nights party, and he did so as he was walking over to the couch to sit back down. By the time he sat down, he was in a fresh diaper, his robe was back in the bathroom, and his diaper was perfectly cleaned and folded and inside a drawer in the dresser.

Jordan watched TV until just a few minutes until ten, then shut off the TV and got dressed just by thinking of it. He was not in his suit again, but he still looked very good in a pair of very nice blue jeans, very good runners, and an even nicer shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror again and liked what he saw. Then he disappeared from his hotel room, none being any the wiser, and appeared in the dark back alley, just behind a garbage dumpster. He then walked out normally and headed to the door he was told to go to. He knocked three times, paused for a second, then knocked four times. A viewer opened up in the door and someone looked out.

“Yes, how can I help you?” He asked in French.

“Boy lovers are the best lovers.”

“Yes, yes they are, and boys are best to be loved.” He grinned and opened the door.

“Thanks.”

“Ooh, you're a really pretty boy, and far younger than we normally get here. What are you, nine, ten?”

“Nine, and if that lump says anything, I can take you and your hot hung twin brother too.” He grinned, and the man came.

“Oops, sorry about that, I'd have much rathered that ended up inside me.” He giggled.

“You're not kidding, are you?” He asked, not even blushing, rubbing the fresh cum stain into his tight pants.

“Nope. How much you got there, seven, eight inches I'd say, and looks like a good four of my fingers around.” He asked, because the bulge running down his pants leg was pretty noticeable.

“Closer to the seven side, but still over, and yeah, about that thick. You're gonna be the hit of the party tonight, aren't you?”

“I sure hope so. Normally no one's allowed to fuck me unless they're diapered too, but I wanted a hot gay party, and I was told this was the place to go, so even I'll make an exception.”

“Fuck, I'm not a diaper lover at all, in fact I don't like wearing them, but even I'd happily wear one to get to fuck you.”

“Tonight's a freebee, but I'm in Paris for a couple weeks at least, so if you wanted to visit me, diapered is how you'll have to arrive, and soggy too.”

“I'm game.”

“Good, I like big game animals, and I bet you're a real animal in bed. So, how much does it cost to party all night long here?”

“Boys are free, men have to pay fifty.”

“Well, here's fifty from me anyway.” He said, handing over a bill.

“Why?”

“Oops, there's the door, better get back to work.” Jordan shrugged and grinned.

Jordan skipped into the building, heading to where he could already hear the music playing loudly. When he walked in, there were only about fifteen other people already there, there were several hot young teens, around the thirteen to fifteen range, and the rest were men. The men ranged in age from young twenty to well into their fifties. The first thing that Jordan thought was, 'yeah, I can work with this.' The bellhop was not there yet, but a few seconds later, he was there.

“Hey, you arrived, I hoped you would. I'm diapered and soggy, just for you.”

“Good. I hope you borrowed some of those great diapers from the hotel?”

“Oh yeah, I take home any unused packs, because we can't give them to customers, so I enjoy them every so often, though Stephen, who you met when you ordered your diapers, he takes most of them, because he's a true diaper lover. He should be here any minute now too. When he came down and talked to me about you, he came again when I said you'd be here tonight, and he so wants to see you in action.”

“Oh, and he will. So, how's it work around here anyway?”

“Protection must be worn at all times, no means no, almost anything goes, except hitting or other physical abuse, because boys are to be loved, and just have a really good time.”

“Excellent. So, the stage is for performances, the mats on the floor are for group activities, and I bet that bull gets some interesting usage by the placement of that rather large dildo.” He looked around, grinning as he was doing so.

“Oh yeah, but I doubt you could do the bull riding.”

“Fuck that noise, that'll be my warm up act.”

“Fuck me, I damn near came again. What is it with you?”

“I exude sex, everywhere I go I cause men to cum, and even a few females when I have to to get what I want.” He grinned mischievously.

“You could be a very dangerous person to be around, you know that right!”

“Most think I'm probably the most dangerous person they know, because I could make the pope drop his robes in the middle of a Sunday service and fuck me raw.” He grinned.

“Right, I'll have to remember that, and the sad thing is, I don't even doubt it.” He had to laugh.

“Care to go get a drink with me, and you might wanna get a Viagra chaser, 'cause you're gonna need it.”

“For sure.” He grinned, thinking that he was definitely going to need one for sure.

For some strange reason there was no alcohol at this bar, they served all virgin drinks. Jordan burst into a fit of giggles and said he hadn't been a virgin for just over two years. The bartender came.

They each took their drinks and headed to a table next to the pile of mats and started sipping their drinks.

“So, how does it work here then?”

“Usually everyone's here by ten thirty at the latest, and then the real party begins. Half the people are already naked by then, and the rest follow suit shortly thereafter. There's no entrance after eleven, and then we party 'til we can't stay hard any more.”

“Okay, so I'll start the real party then at eleven, because I don't know who the gate keeper is, but I want his huge cock buried in me so bad.”

“Um, are you sure, he hurts us grown men?”

“Oh yeah, and then some. Just you wait and see what I have in store for you guys. He's gonna be the first to pass out, he might even have to stay the night, but I assure you, at least one or two more will pass out before the end of the night.”

“What do you know that I don't?”

“Only that I've been fucked a few times with almost a hundred hot horny teens and made a good portion of them pass out, and I didn't.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I assure you, and you'll see.” He grinned.

They continued drinking their drinks, and were watching the dance floor as a couple of hot thirteen year old boys, that had just entered, stripped bare and started dirty dancing together, and considering where their fingers were buried, they were really dirty dancing. Several other boys and men hopped up and went and started dancing as well, and there was a lot of touching and kissing and holding and caressing going on. Jordan enjoyed the show for a bit, enjoying his drink, before he decided to get up and strip as well.

“Well, I'm gonna go try out the bull, wanna come closer and watch?”

“Hell yeah.” He said, unable to take his eyes off of Jordan now that he was down to just his soggy diaper.

“Good. I lubed and opened my hot little gay baby boy pussy before coming here, so I'm pretty much ready to go. Are there condoms by the bull for the dildo?”

“Yeah.” He groaned.

As Jordan headed toward the bull, everyone who saw where he was headed, stopped what they were doing to watch the young boy, to see what he was doing. They all thought that he was just checking it out, but then he grabbed a condom and expertly applied it to the dildo one handed. Those who had not yet noticed were nudged by those that had, and when the DJ saw what was happening, he stopped the music.

“And it looks like we have our first bull rider of the night. Careful there sonny boy, that thing's as big as a bull too, I don't want you going and hurting yourself.”

“Nah, this is only my warmup, to get ready for the real show later.” He called out, and a couple more boys came, and because they were mostly naked, it splattered all over, not that anyone minded of course.

Then he hopped up onto the bull, poked a hole in his diaper, which caused a few there to groan, and then he positioned himself and worked slowly to take the large dildo inside himself. Over the past two years, Jordan had become very intimately knowledgeable about all the dildos and butt plugs and various other sexual toys on the island, so he was no stranger to this. Every one there gasped when he actually sat down, and the DJ called it out.

“Well fuck me, the little shit did it. How old are you boy?”

“Nine, but you've never met a nine year old like me.”

“I'll say, I can barely take that thing without squealing like a pig.”

“If you don't squeal like a pig while having hot gay sex, you're doing it wrong, now start me up and let's see what this thing's got.” He yelled out, and as he said so, it was started up.

It was started on its slowest setting, and Jordan just kept calling out faster, faster, as he moaned and groaned and gasped and panted. He kept yelling out, 'oh fuck yeah, now that's the ticket,' just before yelling out, faster. Before too long, he was at maximum power. He was having the time of his life, the mechanical bull was going pretty quick, he was being bounced up and down and all around on the large dildo that was firmly inside him, and never before had even he been fucked so wildly, he really was enjoying himself.

“Okay, shut 'er down.” Jordan said after riding it for at least two minutes at maximum.

It was shut down, and the DJ called out again.

“Well, I've never met a nine year old slut before, but I do believe we've all just witnessed it for ourselves. Congratulations.”

“Thanks, that was lots of fun, I think I'm gonna have to ask my daddy to buy me one of those.” He grinned cheekily, but he meant it, he was definitely going to tell Gabe about this particular piece of fun when he got back home, and they would definitely be getting one for the island as well.

“I'll be your daddy.” At least five men called from the audience.

“You'd all die within three or four days.” He laughed.

“It'd be worth it.” Everyone said.

“Hell yeah. I need a drink, then I'm gonna sit back down for a bit, but no one try and cum, I'd like to have a real party, and I don't want you all too worn out before the fun starts.”

Well, a couple more came with that anyway, and Jordan headed to the bar to get another drink. When he made it back to the table, the bellhop and the server were there waiting for him.

“That was some performance, and that was just your warmup act?”

“Thanks, and yeah, it was. But now I've gone and ruined my baby diaper, whatever shall I do.” He grinned.

“I'll change you.” Both men said at the same time.

“Oh, if you must, you can both help.” He giggled, giving the innocent look, he failed.

They both picked him up and laid him on the table. Those that did not see this happening were nudged, once more, by those that did, and they all watched as the amazingly hot little boy was stripped of his soggy diaper and then put into a fresh new one from his pack. The two men spent an abnormal amount of time cleaning him all up and putting lotion and cream onto him, and then they finally taped up his diaper. He had been hard as a rock the entire time, and everyone there wanted to sample him, but Jordan had other plans, bigger and better plans.

“What time is it now anyway?” Jordan asked, because there were no clocks around and he had not worn his watch. Time was something he rarely ever thought about, so, even though he would have been able to tell what time it was if he was paying attention, he had no clue what it currently was.

“Quarter to eleven.” He was answered.

“Good, fifteen minutes now 'til we start having some real fun. So, how many of your young customers from the hotel have you two told about this place?”

“Not that many, to tell you the truth. We have to be very careful, for very good reason. Maybe only a dozen in all, but you're the first boy.”

“Oh, too bad. And how do you find the boys who come here?”

“Usually they find us in various ways. Some of them have or had adult lovers here, and if they have special friends, then they too get invited. We don't advertise here, for some pretty obvious reasons, but word of mouth gets us a couple boys a year added to our list of fun.”

“Nice. And do you do this every night?”

“No, just Friday and Saturday nights.”

“Oh, too bad it's Saturday then, because it would have been nice to come back again this week. I think we're here for a couple weeks, so hopefully I'll get the chance to come back again.”

“I think we here would all like that, but that's not really your dad at the hotel, is it?”

“No, just a paid employee who happens to look enough like me to pass as my father. He really is deaf and mute though, as well as mentally handicapped. All my money is my money, I inherited some of it, but most of it I make on the stock market myself.”

“Where are your parents?”

“No idea. I was raised in foster homes, all I know is that I was left with a lot of money. The ministry has no idea I got access to my money when I was five, or that I started working the stock market, or that I found a man that was a perfect employee for me and got him to adopt me. He gets a very good life, I get someone who keeps the heat off my back, we both win. I found with my lifestyle it comes in handy. I love traveling and meeting and fucking new people.” He said so perfectly smoothly that they had nothing to do but believe every word of it.

“Wow, you must be absolutely brilliant then.”

“Better than average, I guess you could say. I graduated high school last year, and I have no plans to go to university, at least not yet. Maybe when I'm older, but not yet.”

“Wow. How many people have you had sex with now then?”

“Lots more than can be counted. I've been fucked thousands of times, and I wasn't kidding when I said I've been in a nearly one hundred boy strong orgy three times now, had three cocks in me at every moment of three to four hours, and every last one of them filled me with two loads of cum, one in my ass and one in my mouth, as well they were told to go ahead and piss in me to their hearts content, I love that too. My record, so far, was forty four orgasms by the time we finished, but I tell you, I was so worn by the end I could barely move, and I had to be treated like a baby. Sorta fitting anyway, really.”

“No shit. And what's the most you can take inside you?”

“No idea, no one's been able to fill me to the point where I felt I could no longer take it. In my selection of toys I have over a hundred dildos now, and some of them are truly frightening just how big they are. I've been fisted by adults, and I've been double fucked so often now it's not even funny. In fact, not all that long ago, I had some fun with a few boys, fourteen years old, I had two in my ass, one in my mouth, and the last boy was dildo fucking my ass. He started with a pretty tame one, but kept working until I had a petty large one in me. So, I guess you could say I've been quadruple fucked, and I still could've taken more. Everyone says I have the most incredible ass ever, it just never seems to stop wanting more.” He grinned, both mens' jaws were sitting comfortably on the table.

“Fuck me.” They both said as one a few minutes later.

“Oh, not tonight, you guys are gonna fuck me instead. Too bad I don't know you all or we'd be going bare, so that you could all really fill me up good and proper.”

“Aren't you worried about getting sick?”

“Not really. I make sure everyone's good and clean before they get to fuck me raw.”

“Yeah, but still, having that much sex, someone could slip through.”

“I don't really care, to tell you the truth, as long as I get to have fun, and I test at least once a month to protect others as well.”

“Oh.”

They continued talking for a few more minutes, until it was eleven o'clock. A siren sounded, telling everyone that all were there who were going to be there, and there were almost forty men and boys there. The biggest man, and he had just walked in naked, was the gate keeper, but the hottest was a seventeen or eighteen year old twink, he was nearly every bit as pretty as Jordan was, and the two of them had smiled to each other a couple times. Jordan really liked what the boy had hanging, because he was well stocked as well. As soon as all were there though, Jordan hopped up onto the table and called out, to get everyone's attention.

“Hi there. I'm new here, and unfortunately I'll only be staying a couple weeks, I wanna see if what they say about you French is true, that you make the best lovers. Well, I'm a boy, you are all true French boy lovers, right?”

“Yes.” The entire crowd cheered.

“Good, I was hoping you'd say that. Now, I love to be gang banged, I love to have three cocks in me at a time, and I'd love for you to all fill me up good and proper. I want you on the ground on your back, I so wanna feel you inside me,” He said, pointing to the gate keeper first. “And then from oldest to youngest, line up at my mouth, and then from youngest to oldest, line up at my ass, and rotate until you've all filled me up with at least two of your hot steamy loads. I just wish we could go without protection, so that you could truly fill me up, but I guess one can't have everything.”

“Um, I don't mean to ruin your vision, but there's no way you can take me, let alone me and another guy.” The gate keeper said, grabbing his dick and showing it off.

“Oh yeah, I can, and I will.”

“Daniel, he took the bull, with ease, and rode it at maximum speed for at least two full minutes.” The DJ called over the PA.

“No shit, really?”

“Oh yeah, and I assure you, you're not even the biggest I've had before. Well, that's not true, you're the biggest single cock I'll have ever taken, but even you and the next largest here will be just about as much as I've had in my ass at one time.”

“Okay, but I warned you.” He said, though his dick was pulsing and dripping now. He went and laid on the mats in the very centre.

Jordan hopped off the table, yelling out yippee as he did so. Everyone laughed, clearly seeing on Jordan's face just how excited he was by this prospect. By the time he made it there, he already had a hole in the back of his diaper opened up, and four fingers buried inside himself.

When he made it to the man laying down, he grabbed his cock, placed the condom he was being passed, positioned himself for impaling, and then sat down swiftly.

“Fuck me, he actually took it.” More than a few people there said at the same time. They wondered if Jordan was just being cocky, but he was not, he was being full of cocky, and the moan that escaped said he really liked it.

Seeing now that maybe Jordan was, in fact, telling the truth, everyone lined up as best they could, the crowd splitting into two groups, and approximately where they should be, they all lined up, and waited their turn.

When the twelve year old boy, who was the next youngest there at the time, slipped his hot hard preteen erection into Jordan's already well stuffed asshole, he moaned lowly.

“My god, he's so tight and hot, but he took me so easily.” He sighed deeply.

“Told you I could, and you feel amazing as well, now, someone slip into my mouth, and then everyone fuck me.”

Well, no one had to be told twice, in fact the first person in line for Jordan's mouth rammed almost his entire piece into Jordan's mouth so soon after he finished talking, it almost seemed as if Jordan had made him magically do so. He did not, of course, but it was that fast.

As promised, it was a solid two hours of the most insanely animalistic wild sex any of them had ever had. Gate keeper only managed eleven orgasms when he had to be dragged out, a difficult chore since he was so big, but he was, and the next in line for bottom position was almost not looking forward to what would happen once he passed out. The sound the gate keeper made when he finally passed out sounded almost painful. He did it though, and he loved every torturous second of it, before he too passed out, and he lasted only one more, at twelve.

Finally the rotation had completed though, but Jordan still wanted more, so he told them to all go ahead and go again if they wanted. Well, two loads each from this group was almost nothing, so they happily lined up once more, and started fucking him once more. Most of the men were good for three orgasms before they were well and truly satisfied, but some of the teens were good for five. By the time they finished, they were all getting good and worn out, Jordan was getting very tired, but he still had more than enough left to get back to his hotel for a few good hours worth of sleep, and just over four hours had elapsed.

“Well guys, that was absolutely amazing, thank you so much for showing me a good time here. Now, I am in town for a couple weeks, and, as such, I'd very much love for you to visit me. I'm at Hotel Le Meurice. Suite one, just call before you come over, just in case I'm already entertaining, and I plan to do an awful lot of that, but with that, I bid you farewell, because I'm getting very tired.”

Everyone there wished him a goodnight, many offering him rides or assistance, he politely refused, saying he was good, that he had a car already waiting anyway, so no worries there at all. He was already diapered and dressed, ready to go, whereas most of the others were still naked and worn, so he headed out. As soon as he felt that he was clear to do so, Jordan disappeared from there, and reappeared back inside his hotel room, almost as if he had never left.

When Jordan appeared in his room, he had already banished his clothes, and as soon as they were off, they were cleaned and put away instantly, he left the diaper that he had put on, but had poked a bunch of holes into it and put one of his diapers over top of it, since he felt that he was almost certainly going to need it, and then he went and crawled into bed. He certainly needed a good rest, and so he went to bed, almost certain that he would sleep for four hours or so.

As Jordan was falling asleep, he smiled to himself. Sure, he had had almost as much sex this night as he had had during the chain bangs he had had on the island, but he still had something left at the end, and then he realized why that was. He had came almost as many times, but not quite, but what was the biggest reason, at least he felt so, was that he had been able to block the empathy from them all almost perfectly, so he had not been blasted from all sides with all their orgasms, as well as all their fatigue, which meant he stayed fresher.

He slept for just shy of four hours, before waking up and stretching and luxuriating in the large comfortable bed. He gave his diaper a squeeze to see how it had fared throughout his sleep, and it was good, for now, but for not much longer. Breakfast was called for first he felt, so he called up room service and ordered up a huge breakfast, it only looked as if it were for two people, when in reality, Jordan was famished, and he planned to eat every morsel of food that was delivered. He had a lot of energy to rebuild, after all. It felt like too long before his meal was delivered, and while he had thought of not bothering to put on his robe, Jordan felt that he had better, so he put it on just as he answered the door. His meal was set down and Jordan gave the lady a tip, and then sat down and ate heartily.

After breakfast, Jordan felt that a long hot bath in the massively huge spa tub was called for, so he went and ran his bath water as hot as he liked, dumped in some bubble bath, and then, when it was ready, he hopped in and sighed deeply. He soaked for just over an hour before washing up, though technically he no longer had to do so manually, but he did enjoy it this way every so often as well, but much preferred someone else to be doing the washing for him. When he hopped out, he dried and prepared himself for the day, then went in and got into a fresh diaper, got dressed, and then headed out for the morning.

Jordan hit all the tourist traps, he toured the Eiffel Tower, The Louvre, Notre Dame de Paris, Musee d'Orsay, Palais Garnier, and he even went down into the catacombs. He would tour more over the next several days, but this took most of the day, and he stopped for a really nice lunch at a small roadside bistro.

That night, not long after he made it back to his hotel room, he was called by a few of the boys from the night before, asking if they could come over, and he told them yes, that they certainly could, but that if they did so, that he was going to diaper them, that they had to wet their diapers, and then he would rock their worlds. All three of them agreed to this, and they all came, repeatedly. Jordan diapered them all when they arrived, they did so at different times, and they sat down in just their diapers and talked for a good couple hours, before they were all more than ready for the fun times ahead. They had intense sex for near on five hours, and all three boys ended up just spending the night, because they were all so worn out. Jordan was only too happy with this, and enjoyed getting to be snuggled as he slept. All three boys happily accepted diapers for sleeping in, because they had all filled each other up a fair bit, so they knew they would leak anyway, and this way they would not have to get up in the night to go pee either. Granted, one of the boys had just plain passed out, so a diaper was mandatory for him, but the other two did not even bother getting out of bed to go pee before being freshly diapered, and they happily went right then and there.

Every day of his two week stay in Paris was like that. He toured all the tourist attractions during the day, had wild sex at night, and repeated happily. That weekend, Jordan was at the club both Friday and Saturday nights as promised, though he let others have a lot of fun these days too, not that they had not the previous time mind you, but he did not monopolize all their time himself. Of course he still had amazing sex, he enjoyed the bull again, as did a few others that were brave enough, and this time the gate keeper did not pass out, so Jordan was able to extend to him a personal invitation to his hotel room at some time during the week. He came, and he came repeatedly as well, and Jordan enjoyed him a lot.

Everyone, of course, thanked Jordan for the amazing time that he had shown them when he told them all that he was going to be heading out, and a few even had tears in their eyes at the parting, because Jordan was going to be missed, a great deal. Though he told them that he may, one day, be back, he knew he could never come back, at least not for many many years, and by then, all these people would likely be gone. They could not see the fact that he did not age.

When he left the hotel, he had his fake chaperone with him once again, as he had appeared to have had on several occasions, he was once again impeccably dressed, and he took his cab to the airport. From there, once he found a free bathroom, he disappeared, and this time landed in Rome, Italy. He took a cab from there, and in much the same way, he went and got a really great hotel room.

He met dozens of amazingly hot boys, teens, and men during his three week stay here, and had almost nearly non stop sex, but he also toured a huge amount. He went out into the Italian country side a lot as well and toured out there, Italy had always fascinated him, and he had a blast.