Date: Fri, 7 Jun 2013 18:35:19 +0200 (CEST) From: Patrick Summers Subject: The Pleasure Temple part 3 For a long time after Vin's memorable performance, Craig just went to the Temple as a visitor. If he was honest with himself, he was loath to spoil that incredibly intense first experience with another one that, in comparison, could only be mediocre. It wasn't fair to the other boys, he knew that, but taking Vin had been beyond anything he'd ever dared to dream about. The tight, rippling heat, the desperate sounds the boy had made as he came over and over again. The experience haunted him in the best sort of way, and for days he got hard at the tiniest reminder. So for a while, he contented himself with voyeuristic pleasures, unable to stay away from the Temple completely, in spite of his transient reluctance to participate. As he wandered through the halls that were open for visitors, he saw many things that intrigued and aroused him. Like the slender teen that got off on being held down and fucked in the throat he'd encountered about two weeks after his membership had been approved. He'd been walking around aimlessly, in search of something to catch his interest. The first thing he noticed about Kyle were the desperate, gurgling sounds the Pleasure Boy made. They were among the most animalistic and exciting ones he'd ever heard and he stopped at the door to watch the group of people inside. Over the weeks he'd gotten used to the casual way in which sex of all kinds and variations were handled at the Temple, but every now and again, he witnessed something that hit him like lightning and hardened him to the point of pain. Watching Kyle was one of those instances. The boy wasn't as young as Craig preferred, about thirteen or fourteen years old he estimated, but he had the most beautiful light caramel skin that glistened with sweat and oil in the clever lighting of the Agony room. He was slender, but not skinny, with the sort of gentle swells of flesh that were firm and sort of bouncy and just begged to be grabbed and slapped. He was laid out on his back on a table-like contraption, his head resting in a dent that forced his head to hang down a little but gave it enough support so that he wouldn't be hurt by the position. His hand and feet were bound with long leather straps, another broader one running over his belly to keep him immobile. A customer was standing at his head and was urgently fucking the boy's throat. He kept moaning as he pulled out and shoved in deep again, gagging the Pleasure Boy. The boy's throat was stretched so tight and the customer went so deep that Craig could see it move in there. The man's balls slapped the boy in the face on every thrust and the customer bared his teeth whenever he went deep. Every now and then, the boy shuddered and moaned and his hard cock gave a visible jump. As Craig watched, it took him a moment to realize that the boy actually was impaled on a moving dildo that was built into the table, a sort of fucking machine that hummed softly and fucked the boy's ass in a gentle rhythm. It was a right spectacle and Craig found himself stepping into the room almost in a trance. There were several other customers in there as well, standing to the side, their cocks slimy and rock-hard, so Craig surmised that they were taking turns with the boy. "Come to see the crescendo?" A black dude to his left asked and gave Craig a wink. He nodded dumbly, one hand almost absently stroking his throbbing cock. As he looked on, the customer let out a long groan and fucked deep into the boy's throat, sort of hovering there as his balls tightened and he came. "Hgggnhh-grrrngh!" The Pleasure Boy gagged around the cock violently, uttering groaning sounds as he was pumped full of cum, swallowing desperately. As soon as the man had pulled his spent cock out and stepped away, another took his place. He let the boy gulp in some much needed air, whilst slapping his cheeks with his leaking cock, before unceremoniously shoving himself into the waiting mouth. He managed three long strokes before he rocked so hard into the tight throat that Craig could see the boy's eyes bulge. The man came almost silently but he pumped so much cum into the boy that it burst back out of his mouth and nose, thick globs of cum that ran over the boy's face and hair, and had him blink away strings of white as he coughed and spluttered. Craig moaned, jacking himself hard, already close. Next to him, another customer lost it and shot all over the boy's straining cock, using it as lube as he then began to stroke the boy. Craig heard him lose a high-pitched moan in the few seconds he had before the black man who had talked to him took his throat and shut him up. "Yeah," the man growled as he jabbed his big cock deep, keeping a nice, regular rhythm. "Fuck yeah, boy, work it." This fuck went a lot smoother as the man seemed to know exactly what he was doing and the slick squelching sounds and gentle clicks of a well-timed throat-fuck filled the room. It was only when the customer placed his big hand on the boy's bopping Adam's apple that he started gagging. It shouldn't sound as sexy as it somehow did, to hear the boy's throat fight the cock buried in it, even if the boy seemed to love it. "Hrrrgnhhh!" As he was choking on the cock plunging inside his throat, his own dick jumped and leaked in the other customer's hand, shooting a sudden load high in the air as the black man roared and humped out his own orgasm. When he pulled back, and petted the Pleasure Boy's chest in what seemed to be a premeditated signal, the teen let out a disappointed groan and moved restlessly on the dildo that was still fucking him. He was half-hard still and looked a little dazed. "Really?" He complained in a voice that was raspy and sounded out of breath. "All done already?" "Well," the black guy said with a grin, gaze resting on Craig. "We may have one more. He seems to be a Newbie though, so it's your decision, Kyle." Craig was just about to protest, when Kyle let out a tiny whoop and nodded, wetting his lips in anticipation. "Come on in," one of the other customers said. "He's always desperate for another one, aren't you?" "Yeah," the boy rasped and Craig finally stepped closer. He wasn't a beautiful boy, not in the conventional sense, but he had a mischievous air to him that Craig instantly liked and the fullest lips he'd ever seen on a white boy. "Hey," he murmured, leaning over the table a little. "You okay? Want us to stop the fuck machine?" The smile Kyle gave him was radiant as he twinkled up at him, his face still cum-stained and red from exertion. "No, thank you, Sir. I quite like it, even if I'm not gonna cum again so soon." "Okay," Craig said, a little unsure about what to do next. He was already so close and would have been just as fine with stroking himself off, maybe frot a little against Kyle's limp cock. Still, the idea of being where all the other customers had been before him sounded quite appealing as well. Standing at Kyle's head, he finally moved in position. "Ready?" he asked as his leaking cock hovered over Kyle's face. The boy gave Craig's cock-head a smacking kiss. "Yes, Sir." With a heartfelt groan, Craig parted the boy's pink mouth with his fat cock and pushed in. Kyle's tongue stroked him and the boy's lips were so very soft as they stretched around him. It felt really good, but as of yet, it wasn't any different from other blowjobs he'd had. And then Craig encountered resistance at the back of Kyle's throat. Always before, he'd stopped there and pulled back as to not hurt his partner. This time, after a short pause, he deliberately pressed forward. "Oh, god. Fuuuck," he groaned in delight at the firm grip and almost painful pressure he encountered. Even Vin hadn't been this tight. He sank deeper. And deeper, pushing his way into the boy's open throat, encountering his gag reflex and pushing past it in a quick shove, hissing at the feel. The moment he did that, Kyle convulsed, gagging hard around him and squeezing Craig's cock in what felt like a hot, velvety vice. Crying out in almost pained pleasure, Craig came, feeling his cock throb hard and splurging his come deep into the boy's throat, so deep that it shot right past the gullet and landed directly in the boy's throat. "Hmmm," Kyle moaned around his retreating cock and Craig shook with the abating high, a few weak spurts of cum landing in the boy's mouth. When his softening length plopped out, Kyle's head fell to the side as far as the table would let it and he drooled out a mix of saliva and cum. He seemed to stare into nothing, his Adam's apple bopping as he swallowed convulsively, more slimy cum running out over his swollen and bruised-looking lips. For a moment, Craig was concerned for the boy, but the other customers didn't seem to think much of it. In the end, it was the black guy from earlier that stepped up to a control panel on the side of the table that Craig hadn't even noticed before. Looking at the boy, he twisted a few knobs and almost instantly, Craig could see the boy jerk and twitch in his restraints, his half-hard cock filling in the span of a few seconds. "Oh," Kyle breathed, his voice almost gone. "Oh. Oh. Uh." "He's going to cum on the electro-stimulation now," on of the other customers said, the one that had come on Kyle's belly and crotch. "It's his favorite, and his reward for being such a good boy." Craig nodded, watching the Pleasure Boy hiss and shudder with the detachment and lassitude of a recent orgasm. It only took a couple of minutes before Kyle cried out in his raspy voice and harsh full-body shudders overtook him. He probably would have trembled right off the table if it weren't for the restraints, panting with the pleasured shivers. His smallish cock quaked and spit out a few spurts of watery cum and still the boy tensed and croaked out harsh screams. "He'll not settle down until Big D over there turns the Stim off," the man continued, gesturing towards the black guy. "I once asked Kyle if it hurt and he laughed in my face. Said that after a while he is so out of it that nothing hurts anymore." "I can imagine," I said with a grin, remembering all too well my own sessions with a prostate stimulator. Finally though, Big D reduced the intensity and let the dildo's movements taper off. Together with another customer, he undid the restraints and helped Kyle to slowly climb off the table. "Beautiful, sunshine," the big black man murmured as he cradled the frazzled teen to his chest lovingly. Craig stared at the unusual pair, startled at their familiarity. "Are they lovers?" He asked the other customer. "Um, I'm Craig by the way." "Steven," the other man said with a laugh. "And no, actually, but close. Big D is Kyle's Sponsor." "His what?" Craig had heard the term before and remembered vaguely reading about it in the Temple's info brochure, but had no idea what it meant. Steven smiled. "Oh, it's sort of like adoption, only a little less permanent. If you meet a boy in here that isn't already spoken for and willing, you're allowed to court him. If he agrees, you both sign a Sponsor contract that allows you Last Word Rights on every decision made about him. He still lives in the Temple, but for all intents and purposes, he's yours. Pretty cool, huh?" Craig nodded. "Expensive as hell, though," Steven said with a grimace. "I could never afford it. Haven't met a boy here that would make me want to do it, fortunately. Otherwise, I'd probably be crushed." Craig made an agreeing noise, thinking about the trust fund money he had on his disposal. "So they're in love?" Steven let out a snort. "Love, lust, who knows? You should be honored, though. It's not often Big D lets someone other than him have little Kyle last." Just then, a gong sounded through the corridors and rooms, signaling an end to the Temple's opening hours. "Oops, gotta get going," Steve said, winking at him. "The wife's waiting at home and I'm probably already in the doghouse for staying so long. It was good to meet you though, Craig. See you around!" With a last wave, he was gone. When Craig looked around he noticed that all the others had left as well, only Big D and Kyle remaining. The two of them had separated, but kept smiling at each other as Kyle slowly got dressed and Big D watched. After a slight hesitation, Craig walked over to them. "Hey," he said, waving awkwardly. "I just wanted to say thanks, for, uh-" "For letting you cum in Kyle like a water hose?" Big D grinned, winking at him. "No problem, brah. He enjoyed it a lot, didn't you, sunshine?" "Yeah," the boy mumbled around an ice pop that Big D had produced from somewhere. "Wish you'd a come all in my mouth though. Your cum was yummy." Craig raised an eyebrow. That was the first time anyone had ever said that about him. "Um, really?" "Uh-huh," Kyle said, unceremoniously deep-throating the melting stick of cherry- flavored ice, moaning as the cold soothed the pain he most likely still felt. Big D grinned proudly, tugging the Pleasure Boy into his arms again and kissed him, uncaring of the sticky mess. Ad Craig watched them he couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. He loved his experiences at the Pleasure Temple and outside of it his life wasn't bad as well. He had enough money that he didn't need to work, but did anyway, in a studio that he owned himself. He had a nice house, a few loyal friends and a mother that he adored and looked after. Still, sometimes he felt as if something was missing, as if he needed more. Later, he would look back on that day and laugh, arms around the wonderful boy that had stolen his heart and made him complete. Feedback is very much appreciated! Tell me everything, boys. Little poll for the next chapter. What do you guys want Craig to encounter next? a) Charlie, 10 y/o, a virgin because he's too tight to let anyone in. Craig assists Rick in trying to open him up b) Mario and Luca, 12 and 13 y/o, Italian brothers that role-play as Roman pleasure slaves c) Alex, 11 y/o, likes to pretend to be a girl and be taken as one. Let me know which one you'd like most at p.summers@web.de My other stories at Nifty: Taking Sammy - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/taking-sammy/ The Pleasure Temple - http://eu.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-pleasure-temple/ Wil's Painful Accident - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/wils-painful-accident Please remember that Nifty needs your donation to keep going. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html