Date: Wed, 29 May 2013 20:24:01 +0200 (CEST)
From: Patrick Summers <p.summers@web.de>
Subject: The Pleasure Temple part 1

Craig stepped into the house hesitantly. He'd never done anything like this
before and all his senses screamed at him to turn tail and run. It had
taken all of his courage to even walk up the path to the huge mansion
housing the local Pleasure Temple. After ten minutes of lingering in front
of the door, he had finally pressed the bell.

An attractive man in his late forties opened and had introduced himself as
Rick Cattler, the Temple Handler.

"So, you've never been to one of our establishments before, Mr. Travis?" he
asked as they walked into the main foyer.

Craig shook his head, stunned as all around him, scantily dressed boys of
different ages, body-types and coloring went their merry ways. Some smiled
at him, some even gave him blatant come-hither looks but the only thing
they all had in common was that they were very attractive.

Studying him, Rick smiled and ushered him down a long corridor. There were
windows on either side that overlooked rooms of different sizes. Some were
empty, some had beds and some hosted all kinds of toys and even BDSM
equipment. Beside each window was a speaker.

"These rooms," Rick explained, "are for those customers that like to share
their experiences. We also have a lot of guys coming in that enjoy just to
watch."

Craig nodded. He was a bit overwhelmed by it all. He'd fought with himself
for so long that finally being in a Pleasure Temple still felt surreal.

Noticing his preoccupation, Rick gave him an understanding smile. "It's
okay to be nervous, you know. This first visit is just to give you an idea
of what could happen here. We'll look around a bit, let you have a taste of
things to come and if you're still interested after that, we'll have you
fill out a form so that everything is to your liking the next time. Any
preferences you want to share up front?"

Craig swallowed. ãN-not really," he stammered, feeling stupid. Here he
was, on the verge of having his deepest desires fulfilled and he couldn't
even put them into words. Taking a deep breath, he met Rick's amused gaze
directly. ãYoung. I want him to be young."

Rick grinned, slapping Craig on the shoulder. ãThey're all young, my
friend. Let's have a look, shall we? Maybe you'll see something you like."

Craig nodded and followed Rick along the corridor. In the first room they
spied into, a slender man was kneeling over a boy's face, jerking off. The
boy looked about ten or eleven years old. He kept looking up at the man
with a bewildered look on his pointed face.

"That's Mark," Rick explained. "He's one of our Newbies. He came to us from
a Venus Temple and doesn't really know what to do with dicks yet. But he's
cute and talented, he'll catch up soon enough."

ãTouch them", the man inside the room suddenly moaned, grabbing Mark's
hand and putting them on his hardening balls. ãSqueeze `em. Uh, yeah...
so close..."

Rubbing and rolling the heavy sacks, the boy licked his lips in
concentration. At that, the man shuddered, rubbed a thumb over his
piss-slit and, with a long moan, shot a big load on the thin face. The
unsuspecting boy gave a surprised squeak as the thick globs of come
splattered on him, getting in his eyes, nose and hair.

Taking advantage of the O the soft-looking lips formed, the man hunkered
down and pressed his still-spitting cock into the boy's mouth. Hissing as
the boys lips instinctively closed around his flared bell-end, the man's
balls contracted sharply twice more and Craig could see the big vein pump
up even more of the thick white goo.

The boy's eyes widened as his mouth was filled and even though he swallowed
quickly, he choked a little on the huge serving, some of it spilling
out. The customer pulled out as soon as he was done, but kept rubbing his
spent cock over the boy's face even as the Pleasure Boy was still
swallowing down cum.

It was a right mess. The boy kept blinking as he got semen in his eyes, but
to no avail. He had the stuff all over him, his face painted white with it.

"Did you like it?" The customer asked and scooped up some stray drops that
had pooled in the dip at the boy's throat, feeding it to him.

The boy pulled a face, even as he licked the fingers clean. "I don't. I
don't know? It's kind of bitter."

The man laughed. "You'll learn to like it soon enough." Giving the boy a
fond pat, the customer got up and took a towel from the ready rack. Patting
at his face, he walked to the far wall and pressed a tiny button
there. "See you tomorrow, Mark."

"Oh, okay," the boy mumbled, wiping ineffectively at his face but making no
attempt to move as he watched the customer leave.

Rick turned back to Craig, grinning. "Mr. Rolands gets a discount for
`training' young Mark. He comes almost every day, if you'll excuse the
pun."

Craig nodded, his gaze still lingering on the young boy's face. He'd gotten
hard quick, but found the Pleasure Boy to be a bit too hesitant for his
taste. Apparently, Rick could read him like a book, because without a word
the Handler turned and waved him on.

In the next room, the customer had just finished. A teen of about fourteen
years old was standing bent over a desk, breathing hard. He kept his smooth
little ass-cheeks spread with his hands so that the watery come could flow
freely from his loose and pinkened asshole. The customer stood behind him,
taking pictures of it and the boy's half-hard cock. While Rick and Craig
watched, the customer put the camera away and stepped up to the teen.

"So sexy," he murmured as he teased the puckered opening. An evil gleam
then entered his eyes and without warning, he scooped up some of the
escaping cum and unceremoniously slipped two slick fingers into the
puckering hole.

The boy cried out in overwhelmed, almost pained pleasure as the customer
fucked into him as deep as the digits could go, twisting his hand. In
seconds, the Pleasure Boy was flushed and trembling, mewling whenever the
fingers went a certain way inside him.

Establishing a fast rhythm, the man pushed his fingers hard into the
whimpering boy. "Fuck, yeah!" He hissed viciously into the helpless teen's
ear, adding another finger. "Take it, pussy-boy. Tell me you want it,
bitch. Tell me!"

But the Pleasure Boy was beyond words, venting only low cries of helpless
sensation. He had gotten hard quick, but was frowning at the same
time. Even as drops of pre-cum leaked from his smallish cock, he let out
pained whimpers and Craig could see the boy's ass muscles clenching hard
around the penetrating digits.

Growling when he got no articulated answer, the customer pulled out,
pressed all his fingers together and in one shove, he plunged in almost his
whole hand.

"Aaaahhhhh!!" The boy screeched, arching up as if electrified. Eyes wide,
the boy wailed and his whole body jerked as his cock suddenly quivered and
spit out jets of almost clear cum. He was visibly torn between reacting
either to the intense pleasure or the pain the fisting caused. He keened
helplessly as he was jerked back and forth along with the moving hand,
wild-eyed and breathing hard.

The customers's hand was white from the pressure of the contracting
ass-muscles and even though he was still soft, he was obviously enjoying
what he was doing immensely.

Every slight jerk of the buried hand resulted in another gush of boy-seed
and a howling cry. When he was finally spent, the boy just hung there,
utterly fucked out and whimpering as aftershocks raced through his
sensitized body.  Slipping the hand free made an audible `pop' and as if
invisible cords had been cut, the boy slumped down, lying limp on the desk,
still panting hard. As he had his face turned toward them, Craig could see
tears glittering on the boy's cheeks.

"That is Harry," Rick murmured. "We're training him to be a Agony Slave. He
shows all the signs for it, but he's still a bit reluctant."

Craig was breathing hard, his cock tingling and burning. He'd never had the
urge to inflict pain, had never understood the appeal of hurting his
partner during sex.

He did now.

Even though the boy Ð Harry Ð was a bit on the old side for his
taste, there was something about having seen him struggle with his arousal
that had sent heat through him. The boy's reluctant surrender to the
pain-pleasure had been beautiful to watch, the way he strained away and
backwards into the sensation at the same time was a major turn-on for
Craig.

"Ah, I see," Rick murmured, bringing him back to reality. "I think I may
have a right treat for you, judging from your reaction. Follow me."

Craig did, still stunned by his own reaction. As he stepped up to yet
another window, he thought idly if the night would hold any more surprised
for him and looked inside.

He gulped, a fresh wave of lust slamming through him. The boy on the bed
was hardly older than ten years old, slender and frail. He was on his back,
bony legs spread wide and held aloft by the big black man heaving between
them. The boy's face was flushed and sweat-slicked, his black curly hair
plastered to his forehead. Craig couldn't see the color of his eyes, as the
boy had them screwed shut, but his lips were pink and moist and his skin
the color of caramel.

His little dick was only half-hard, the head peaking a little out of his
uncut foreskin and neither the boy nor the customer made a move to touch
it.

The man fucking him was huge all around. Big, broad shoulders and strong
arms easily held him aloft over the kid as he humped his sizeable erection
almost frantically into the boy's clinging chute. Craig couldn't believe
what he was seeing. The cock was gigantic, thick and long both, and
whenever it drove deep into the tight anus, the boy's forehead wrinkled and
he gave breathy whimpers as his sphincter muscles clung helplessly to the
dick impaling him.

"That's Tyler," he heard Rick mutter. "One of our more experienced
Boy's. He's a right size wonder and can take about anything without
injury." Craig nodded but was too far gone to answer.

Inside the room, the customer was moaning ecstatically as he pounded his
monstrous length into the panting boy, pulling out almost all the way every
time with huge heaves of his hips. Craig gulped as he noticed the man's
huge cockhead when he pulled fully free once. It was thicker than his fist
and it made a visible, moving bulge in the boy's belly as it rearranged his
insides to fit.

The boy, naturally, wasn't having as much fun as the man fucking him. The
breath was driven out of him every time he was entered, his whole body
rocking with the hard thrusts. The small ãuh, uh, uh" sounds he made
were strained, especially when the customer went and pressed his hand on
the boy's belly, right where his cock tented it, massaging his own
cock-head through the skin.

The man growled as he rubbed the protrusion with his big, meaty hand,
flexing his hips minutely deeper to feel it better. The boy jerked and
gagged slightly, his eyes snapping open and staring down. They were a deep
green, a golden glint to them that gave the boy an almost otherworldly
beauty.

"See that?" The man gasped, rutting into Tyler and into his flattened hand,
making the boy gasp out keening whines as his belly was dented around the
huge cock. "Beautiful!"

"Uh, uh. Unh! Yeah," the boy groaned, his gaze wide and a little unfocussed
as his tiny body was rearranged to fit the monster cock, his glistening,
swollen hole spread open and making wet squelching noises that went right
to Craig's cock.

Craig gasped, rubbing frantically at his burning erection, turned on
massively by the passivity with which the boy just accepted the hard, deep
fuck, even as it had to hurt at least some. But Tyler never once asked the
man to stop, or go easy on him. He only stared into space as he gave
stuttering wheezes and jerked with every hard, uncompromising
penetration. He was getting hard, too, although his small dick didn't grow
much.

"Hu-unh. Uh-hhn. UnhÉ Uhhh," the boy moaned in time with the thrusts,
his hands clenching in the sheets as the pain-pleasure began to overwhelm
him. "Unnhh. UhÉ unh. Uh, uh, unhhÉ"

As Craig watched transfixed, the deep thrusts came harder and harder,
forcing harsh cries out of the boy as he rocked with the massive lunges
that pummeled his insides. "Ahh-ahhh!" He squalled, sounding both tortured
and ecstatic. "Anh! AhhÉ! Ahhhh!"

There was a desperation to the customer's fuck now that had been absent
before, almost brutal in its intensity, until finally, the man threw back
his head and bared his teeth, slamming his hips forward hard one last time.
Buried to the hilt, he vented a growling howl and shuddering hard, he
seeded the small boy underneath him. His cock swelled as his balls began to
pump out cum and Tyler's mouth opened in a silent scream of anguish as his
hole was spread even further around the throbbing cock and he arched his
back in overwhelmed reaction, lifting off the bed, his small dick jumping
in what had to be a massive dry cum.

Craig moaned out loud, his cock burning as he came hard and sudden,
untouched, into his pants. He was leaning against the viewing window,
undulating against it during his orgasm, trying to get closer to the
spectacle that affected him so much.

He couldn't look away. Almost a minute the customer jerked and grunted,
caught up in his orgasm. During it all, the boy stayed frozen in
suspension, except to pull in shuddering breaths, as he was filled to the
brink with the big man's release. Craig stared at the boys belly, where the
cock-shaped bulge was clearly visible and quivering with the contractions
of the mammoth cock as it spit out its load.

The man kept kneading his spitting cock-head through the stretched skin,
moaning as his hips stuttered forward, prompting Tyler to shudder and cry
out softly, legs kicking helplessly.

Every time he did, Craig echoed the shudder. He could almost feel the boy's
still tight channel around his cock, wanted to fuck into the mess left
behind by the big customer and draw more agonized moans from the Pleasure
Boy.

When the customer pulled back at last, his softening cock only reluctantly
slid out of the abused channel. As he slowly sank back into the mattress,
the boy's mistreated asshole gaped wide open, cum gushing out of it,
leaving thick rivulets of white on his golden skin. Looking shell-shocked,
the boy just lay there, breathing hard, violent shivers raking his slender
form. Craig couldn't fault him. The cock he'd just taken would have taxed
most adults.

"That big enough for you, Tyler?" the customer asked as he got up on
visibly shaking legs, grinning down at the Pleasure Boy as he wiped himself
off with one of the ready towels.

It took awhile before Tyler was aware enough to answer.

"JustÉ" the boy gasped as he pressed a hand to his belly, as if
reassuring himself that he was empty again, "just about."

"Shit, I can't even believe you took me whole. You're a wonder, alright."

"Ugh," the boy answered inarticulately and slowly uncurled himself with a
long, pained moan. When he did, another thick river of cum ran from his
hole, adding to the huge wet spot on the mattress underneath his lower
body. "Ahh, I think you broke me. I've never had a cock bulge me out like
that before. But that was rad, the others are gonna be so jealous!"

"You guys still have that size-queen contest going?"

"Yup," Corey answered distractedly as he fingered his wet and glistening
hole. "Ah, man, I'm really sore now. Is it closing at all?"

"Not yet, babe," the man grinned. Craig could see his cock twitching at the
sight of young Tyler playing with his ass. "But keep doing that, it'll
help."

Tyler looked skeptical but dipped first one, then two fingers into the
reddened, sloppy hole. He groaned a little, sore as he was, and grimaced as
the customer's smile grew.

"Are you serious?" the boy asked, absently rubbing cum around the reddened
and swollen skin. "You're having me on, right?"

"Oh yeah," the man chuckled, fisting his spent cock slowly. "But it's such
an arousing sight, babe."

Humming, the Pleasure Boy took it in stride. He teased himself, scissoring
his fingers inside the loose hole and slipping them in as deep as he could,
moaning through the pain of it. Gary could hear the squelching sounds as
more cum goop plopped out and clung to the stretched out outer muscles.

It looked like maybe the customer was about to go for Round Two, but that
was the moment that Rick pulled him away. Craig was almost grateful. His
head was spinning from everything he'd seen and his cock was throbbing with
residual arousal.

Rick gave him a smile as he escorted Craig to the exit. "I hope you enjoyed
the tour, Mr. Travis. Please let me know if you have any further questions
or wish to apply for membership."

"Sure," Craig mumbled, taking the outstretched hand. "Thank you, I will."

When the door clicked shut behind him, Craig shuffled down the driveway to
his car in a daze. It was only later, when he was home and soaking in the
tub that he realized something. Any hesitation was gone, blown away by what
he'd seen. He couldn't wait to come back to the Pleasure Temple.

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