Date: Sat, 1 Jun 2013 00:12:43 +0200 (CEST)
From: Patrick Summers
Subject: The Pleasure Temple part 2
It wasn't until a few weeks later, that Craig finally had his first real
session at the Pleasure Temple. Again he was greeted at the door by Rick,
who brought him back to the main room so that he could take a look at the
boys that were available and take his pick.
He saw Harry again and briefly hesitated. But there were so many beautiful
boys of all ages around that his eyes soon began to roam again. He was sure
that he'd know when he found `The One'.
"What's with him?" Craig asked after a few minutes of browsing, pointing to
a small boy sitting aside from the others and looking to be in pain. He was
pretty, but in an effeminate way that a lot of men didn't really like, but
Craig found irresistible. He couldn't be more than eight years old, with
the fine bone structure that spoke of Swedish heritage and slightly slanted
grey-blue eyes that gave him a mischievous look.
Rick grinned. "Ah. You have a good eye. That's Vin, one of our Specials. He
actually does have a family out there, but they brought him here cause
no-one could handle him. "
"Oh?" Craig couldn't look away from the fay little blond who was gripping
the edges of his chair hard. There was an obvious bulge in his shorts and
whenever he moved even a little, it would jump and his beautiful eyes would
roll back in his head.
"Yeah, he's a Cummer. He is so sensitive that a normal touch sets him off,
that's why he's sitting over there. His specialty are extra-long rippling
ass orgasms. I've been told it feels almost too intense to be in there when
he goes."
Craig shuddered. "That sounds, uh, really good."
Rick huffed out a laugh. "I take it you've made your choice?"
Craig gave an absent nod, preoccupied with watching Vin. He was already
painfully hard and couldn't wait to be with the pretty boy, make him
whimper with need...
"I'll prepare a room then," Rick said.
"Make it a private one," Craig said, turning back to the Handler.
Rick nodded, looking a little disappointed. "As you wish,
Mr. Travis. Although, I should let you know that all of our first sessions
are recorded and monitored, to protect the boys. I'm sure you understand."
"Sure," Craig answered. "I take it the tapes are destroyed after the
visit's over?"
"Of course, unless wished otherwise by the customer," explained while he
led Craig into a plain room that served as a waiting area. There were a few
tasteful pictures of naked boys on the walls and a few magazines lay on a
lone table beside two chairs, but otherwise, the room was empty.
Settling down to wait, Craig tried to clamp down on his excitement. The
membership paperwork had taken a bit longer than he'd have liked since
apparently there had been quite a few applications at the same time, but in
the end, the Travis name and money had won out.
It was only a few minutes later that Rick came back and brought him to a
private room in the back of the building.
"One thing before you go in," he said, one hand on the door handle. "If
you're done and know you can't get it up again? Don't touch him at all, at
least for half an hour. See, little Vin here can't stop on his own, so you
have to do it for him."
Craig was stunned. "So he can go as long as I want him to?"
Rick smirked. "I'd be surprised if you managed to wear him out. Nobody's
ever lasted long enough to satisfy Vin fully. But yeah, feel free to try,
I'm sure he'll appreciate the effort." With that he finally opened the
door.
Craig stepped into a smallish room that served as a changing room. When he
walked into the bedroom, clad only in boxer-briefs and with Rick's last
instructions fresh in his mind, Vin was already there. The boy was laid out
on the bed like a sacrifice, on his back, legs and arms spread wide,
presented to Craig's greedy eyes with his small dick and balls clearly
visible and just underneath it, the little pinkish hole that sent a bolt of
heat through the man.
"Jesus, you even look tight," Craig murmured hoarsely.
Vin's head whipped around at the sound of his voice, blue eyes slightly
unfocussed, pupils blown wide. His tiny dick was already hard and the boy
was trembling as his gaze roamed over Craig's clearly visible bulge
underneath the thin layer of cotton. Vin didn't look intimidated by what
Craig knew to be a bigger than average cock, instead he licked his lips and
gave a breathy moan.
Craig watched the reaction, pleased to see that there was no real fear in
the boy. "So, did they prepare you for me in any way? I'm Craig, by the
way."
It visibly took a while for his words to penetrate the boy's aroused
thoughts. "Uh, no, nobody prepared me, S-Sir. I j-just knew that I had a,
uh, a customer and it's b-been so long andÑahh!" Crying out in sudden
bliss, the boy gave a full-body shudder as his dick jumped and he had what
looked to be an untouched orgasm.
Craig hissed, pressing a hand to the base of his crotch to keep from coming
at the sight. It was no good though, he was too primed from anticipating
this encounter. Hastily pulling down his underwear, he grabbed his cock and
stepped up to the bed, kneeling towards the head so that he was as close to
Vin's tantalizing pink lips as he could.
Just about to jerk himself through the orgasm that was already sizzling at
the base of his spine and paint the boy's face with his cum, Craig shouted
as Vin sat up enough to take his dark-red cockhead deep into his mouth
instead.
"Fuck! Oh fuck, yeah!" He groaned at the feel of the wet, soft lips wrapped
around his cock and came hard, harsh pulses of pure ecstasy burning through
his balls and cock as he emptied himself into the small boy's mouth.
Reaching down mindlessly, Craig took hold of the Vin's silky little dick,
rubbing it as gently as he could as he was shaking through his
release. Cock still in mouth, Vin's eyes rolled back into his head and he
shook as if electrocuted, somehow managing to swallow despite the orgasm
that rocked his small body.
Coming to kneel over the boy's face on his hands and knees, Craig let the
boy suckle on his slightly softened cock like a pacifier, panting at the
little flicks of Vin's agile tongue he could feel.
Pulling back finally, he swiped a hand over his sweat-dampened face and
stood beside the bed on shaky legs. With a quick glance he made sure that
the boy was still as aroused as his infliction had promised him to be and
stripped off his underwear the rest of the way.
Moving onto the bed once more, he kneeled between Vin's spread legs,
overwhelmed by the need to fully possess this tantalizing child.
Holding the boy's moving hips with one hand, Craig ignored his plaintive
whimper and used his other hand to tease the small, hairless hole. It
twitched under his fingertips and he pressed inward a little, not enough to
penetrate.
"Oh," Vin moaned softly, his voice barely above a whisper, belying the
violent reaction of his tiny dick, which gave a jump and quivered
violently. "Oh, p-please, SirÉ"
Craig moved a little, his cock leaking continuously. The orgasm he'd had
just a few minutes earlier felt like a lifetime ago and he was as hard as
ever, almost painfully so. Letting his hands wander over the boy's pale
legs he marveled at the goose bumps it provoked. "Please what, Vin? Please
stop? Is that what you want?"
"No!" Vin cried out, sounding desperate. "Please, more. It h-hurts."
Craig groaned. "What hurts, baby? Tell me where it hurts and I'll make it
better."
Vin gave a wordless cry, writhing underneath his hands, his nipples small
hard pebbles on his unblemished chest. "D-Down," the boy stuttered, a
feverish gleam in his eyes now. "Down there, hurts in my p-penis. It burns
so bad, please, please, pleaseÉ!" He began to chant the word softly,
over and over again, and his small dick was twitching at every touch,
looking wet at the tip.
Feeling empowered, Craig leaned down and softly blew on the moist nub,
prompting a wailing cry from Vin. The boy threw his head back and all of a
sudden, his tiny dick stood straight up and gave a series of jumps, a small
drop of moisture gathering at the tip.
Slumping back to the bed, Vin whined softly, shuddering as his dick
softened only the tiniest bit after his mostly dry orgasm. "More," he
gasped, barely allowing a pause to draw in much needed air. "Pleeeease,
burns so badÉ"
Craig grinned and slid his palms slowly up the boy's trembling body. Even
as he touched the little chest only lightly, Vin whimpered and his hips
shot off the mattress again. Craig hissed, his cock giving a jump,
splurging out pre-cum despite the recent cum. He'd never been with anyone
that responsive and the thrill of it being an eight-year-old added to his
lust exponentially.
He was glad for the little pill he'd swallowed before entering the room,
ensuring that he'd be able to go several times.
Pulling back a little, Craig lightly flicked the boy's nipples. Squeaking,
Vin jumped, his whole body shivering. He seemed delirious with arousal,
helpless in the face of even that little sensation. Mewling, he moved his
hips back and forth in little jerks, his blue eyes wide and glazed.
Bending down, Craig never took his eyes off the boy's face as his lips
closed around the tiny erection.
As soon as he'd taken the little dick fully into his mouth and gave it a
hard suck, the boy screeched and bucked into him. Cocklet pulsing and
jumping like crazy, the next hard orgasm ripped through the boy who was
keening and whimpering through it as if it was the first of the night.
Letting the tiny dick slip from his lips, Craig turned his attention to the
small puckered entrance just underneath it.
There was hardly any preparation necessary. Vin's ass felt tight as hell,
but he was so primed by the foreplay that he was close to hyperventilating,
even as Craig only rubbed over his hole with his fingertips.
"Ah," Vin gasped, undulating into the light touch and the moment he slipped
the first finger into the boy, completely dry, Vin came again. Screeching
out his pleasure, the boy clamped down around him, prompting Craig to let
out a startled curse at the tight heat that seemed to pulse and ripple
around his finger.
Remembering what Rick had said about intense rippling orgasms, he stared at
the convulsing hole and could hardly wait to be in there. From the looks of
it, Vin felt the same way.
Slipping another digit in, Craig crooked them and moved them around,
searching for that magical place inside any boy. There was no doubt about
it when he found it. Barely having come down from his last dry-cum, Vin
yelped and shoved himself down hard into the touch as Craig rubbed gently
over the little protrusion.
"Yeeeeeehhnhhhh-pleeeeease," the boy squealed and this time, a few more
drops of clear fluid squirted from his small cock as it pulsed in time to
the rubs he gave the boy's prostate.
When he ceased the stimulation, Vin dropped back to the bed, breathing
hard, his small ballsack twitching as a few last internal ripples massaged
Craig's fingers. Vin'd clenched his hands into the sheets, holding on for
dear life as Craig played his body like a fiddle.
He looked positively wrecked, a debauched angel on the brink of
insanity. There was something so very wrong about children being brought to
such sexual heights, something in the way they struggled with the intensity
of it. That conflict made up a whole lot of the fascination for Craig and
seeing Vin like this was hotter than any fantasy he'd ever had in his life.
Deciding that he'd waited long enough, Craig grabbed the tube that had been
sitting within easy reach on the small bedside table. Groaning from deep in
his chest as he slathered himself with lube, Craig continued to slowly move
his fingers inside Vin, drawing faint mewls from the perpetually aroused
young boy.
Vin jerked under his touch, mindless with the teasing pleasure of having
his sensitive prostate brushed, oh so very lightly. His face was alight
with the unmistakable blush of true arousal, his mouth was half open as he
panted harshly.
When his fingers slipped free, Vin let out a sorrowful cry that quickly
changed into a blissful moan as Craig's cock replaced them.
"Fuuuuck," Craig groaned as he penetrated the boy's tight hole through
clenching guardian muscles. Vin's insides were scalding hot and felt
velvety soft around his leaking cock. Moaning as he shoved ever deeper,
Craig made sure to scratch hard over Vin's prostate on every move.
He was about halfway in, when it started to happen.
Underneath him, Vin was shaking, caught in what looked to be a suspended
form of ecstasy. He stared blindly at the ceiling, mouth wide open in a
silent scream. His little dick was throbbing as it tried in vain to pump up
cum that just wasn't there yet.
The boy's legs were quivering as a series of hard pulses went through his
lower body that went internal and gripped Craig's cock in rippling waves.
Overwhelmed by the intense shockwaves of heat and pressure, Craig threw his
head back and let out a mighty yell, rabbiting into the eight-year-old
mindlessly. He came almost right away, spilling deep into the boy's bowels
even as the child continued to labor around him, caught in a sheer
never-ending peak.
Pressing his mostly-hard cock firmly into the boy's prostate, Craig rode
out the aftershocks of his orgasm that were wrenched from him by the
continuous ripples.
"Ahhh," Vin wailed, still shaking and clenching. The boy was barely
breathing, small dick shaking in what had by now to be painful pulses. He
was covered in a light sheen of sweat and his head flopped to the side as
if he had not enough strength to hold it anymore.
Remembering what Rick had said about little Vin being unable to stop, he
had the sudden urge to prove the Handler wrong. Grabbing the lube, he
coated his hand with it. Taking hold of the tiny dick at the same time he
stabbed his cock deep into Vin once more had the boy squall and buck up
hard in what looked like more pain than pleasure. The internal ripples
intensified and there was a desperate undertone to the boy's cries
now. Gritting his teeth, Craig kept up the stimulation.
For a while it looked like Rick had been right. Little Vin was panting hard
in between tortured-sounding cries, but there was no change in his
condition. Then, suddenly, just as Craig was about to give up and leave him
be, a final harsh shudder went through the boy and for the first time since
Craig had entered the room, Vin relaxed completely.
His little dick went down, flopping towards his ball-sack like a limp
noodle and the ripples around Craig's cock tapered off. Vin heaved a deep
sigh of pure relief as he lay sprawled on the bed and looked up at Craig
through half-lidded eyes, looking as satisfied as a cat with a belly full
of milk.
"Thank you, Sir," the boy murmured, grimacing a little as Craig pulled his
semi-hard cock out.
"You're more then welcome, Vin," Craig said with a chuckle, still a little
mind-blown by the intensity of the session. How in the hell was anything
ever going to come even close to that?
He sure had no idea, but one thing he was sure about. This hadn't been his
last visit to the Pleasure Temple.
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