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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