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
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