Date: Sun, 7 Jul 2013 23:56:05 +0200 (CEST)
From: Patrick Summers <p.summers@web.de>
Subject: The Pleasure Temple part 4

A/N: So most of you guys voted for Option a), so here goes. I did include a
little something for those of you that would have preferred another option,
though. Hope you enjoy! And sorry for the wait, been busy.


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Craig walked into the Pleasure Temple, frowning a little. He'd been called
in by Rick, the Temple's Handler, rather than having made an appointment
himself.

That was rather unusual in itself, but even stranger was the deposit that
had been to his account, the one he exclusively used to pay the Temple
fees. It was still under reserve, though, according to his accountant.

It wasn't that Craig really needed the money, but it would pay for at least
two more visits, so he was quite curious about what was going on.

He was met at the door by a rather small, Asian-looking boy. He had longish
black hair that had been intricately braided and arranged so that they
framed his pretty face. His almond-shaped brown eyes met Craig's calmly,
even as he couldn't help but stare rather rudely.

The boy was clad in a loose, gold and red tunic dress that flowed around
his lithe frame.  It was fastened at the hips and very short, showing off
his long, flawless legs and giving tantalizing glimpses of what appeared to
be silk panties. The dress had a low-cut neckline and fell down on one
side, revealing a dark-skinned shoulder. His feet were ensconced in
smooth-looking suede ballerinas, with long thin leather stripes wrapped
around his ankles and up to his knees.

He wasn't made up much, but his lips glistened a rosy pink and a thin
silver necklace lay around his throat. Corresponding studs peeked out of
the dark braids and twinkled as they caught the warm light of the
chandelier.

"Mr. Travis, welcome," the boy said softly. His voice hadn't yet dropped
and he spoke in the cultured tones Craig had come to associate with old
Japanese movies.

Oh god. The boy was a Nymph, specially trained in all kinds of techniques
to prolong pleasure. Nobody knew much about the training, only that the
boys and girls that were to undergo it had to be given to the Temple at a
very early age. When they were let out in public again, they had been
shaped into extremely sensual creatures that were able to read a man's body
as if it were their own.

Craig gulped, his cock straining against his zipper as he imagined what it
would be like to spend a night with this boy. But even though his resources
were almost limitless, Nymphs were highly sought after and there were long
waiting lists for appointments with them.

"Rick is waiting for you in the Blue room," the Nymph said, sidling
closer. His sweet scent hit Craig like a fist in the gut, desire pulsing
through his veins. Before he knew what he was doing he'd reached out and
laid a hand on the Nymphs bare shoulder, pulling him closer so that he
could press his nose into the juncture of neck and head, breathing in
deeply.

The Nymph shivered underneath him and let out a tinkling laugh. "Why,
Mr. Travis, I'm flattered. But I'd kindly ask you to release me, my task is
to bring you to the Blue Room and nothing more. Unfortunately, I dare say."

Pressing a kiss to the soft skin, Craig stepped back reluctantly. "I
apologize. I don't know what came over me."

The boy laughed again and smoothly linked his arm with Craig's. "I know
exactly what it was, dear Sir," he breathed and his free hand strayed over
the rather obvious bulge in Craig's pants. Craig gasped at the Nymph's
fleeting touch, fighting the strong urge to pull that tantalizing boy into
one of the hidden rooms and have his way with him.

"Come," the Nymph said, as if reading his mind. "Everything has its time
and place.  Regrettably, ours isn't here and now."

In a daze, Craig was led to one of the special rooms that lined the back of
the building.  Some of them were decorated in specific ways to facilitate
role-playing, while others were equipped with various kinds of equipment,
such as the one he'd met Kyle and Big D in.

Glancing inside as they passed open doors was pretty much habit. What he
saw was mostly normal stuff, boys being treated as the customer's sons or
nephews, some taken rather wildly in a facsimile of violation, some were
made sweet love to with the men chanting heated words of desire.

What slowed down his stride though was what he saw in the Caesar chamber, a
room decorated as an Ancient Roman chamber. Two boys were in it, a little
older than Craig preferred usually, but both beautiful, with black locks
and dark skin that spoke of what looked to be a southern European heritage.

"That's Mario and his brother Luca," the Nymph said, standing by his
side. His warmth was seeping into Craig and he leaned into the boy a
little, enjoying the softness of his dress against the bare skin of his
arm. "They're enchantingly uninhibited, don't you think?"

Craig couldn't help but agree. The boys wore simple loincloths and nothing
else. Their skin was glistening as they rubbed scented oils over each
other, smiling and giggling as their touches grew bolder with their growing
arousal.

"Lucius," a man barked that Craig hadn't noticed before. He was reclining
on a lounge, nibbling on some grapes. He was wearing a white toga that was
visibly tented. "Get over here and take care of me. Marcus, I want you to
fuck your brother."

"Yes, master," the taller of the two said, the one that the customer had
called Marcus. He seemed excited about the order, and Craig couldn't blame
him. Luca, or Lucius as his role-play name was, had a delicious little
bubble-butt that just begged to be fucked, and the best thing was that he
seemed to be just as eager to have it filled.

It wasn't long before the younger brother was slobbering away at the
customer's cock, obeying the man's terse orders without hesitation. He
squealed as his brother's cock breached him, and Craig let out a soft moan
at the sight.

"Jesus. That boy is hung," he murmured, watching Marco sink his
considerable length into the smaller boy's ass.

The Nymph laughed softly. "Ah, yes, the Morettis are known for that. Two of
their older brothers are Pleasure Boys as well, and both got sponsored
before they even completed their first year at the Temple. Luca and Mario
though, they love another too much to agree to be separated."

Craig was stunned. "So they'd agree to be taken on as a pair?"

"Most definitely," the Nymph said, stepping in front of Craig. "I like
you. You're still so awed by everything around you, not jaded like a lot of
our other regulars. You don't take things for granted."

Craig gulped, hissing as the beautiful boy wormed a hand into his
pants. The Nymph's grip was firm, yet gentle, alternating between loose and
hard strokes. It somehow felt like more than just a hand job. His palms
were softer than anything Craig had ever felt and the boy knew how to touch
him to make his breath stutter in his chest.

He looked back and forth between the beautiful effeminate Nymph pleasuring
him and the spectacle of the two brothers fucking with abandon. His gaze
strayed to Marco, arrested by the raw lust on the boy's face as he kept
fucking his brother with short, hard thrusts.

He was holding Luca's hips, keeping him as still as possible so as not to
dislodge his brother's mouth from the customer's cock as his pace got even
more furious.  Increasingly loud sounds broke free from the boys, desperate
little moans at first that grew into sharp cries as Mario got closer and
closer to the edge and started pounding away into his brother's hole.

The customer was staring at the point where Mario's cock disappeared into
Luca's little hole, panting open-mouthed as he pushed Luca's head down onto
his erection. "Yeah," the man groaned, urging Luca to suck him in the same
rhythm his brother was using. "M' close, use your tongue, boy. Uh, yeah,
just like that. Uh, yes, huh. Uh, fuuuck!"

They came at exactly the same time, Craig spilling in his pants and all
over the Nymph's nimble fingers, just as the customer held the younger
boy's head and hunched into him as he let out a series of deep groans.

It was then that Mario moaned loudly and pulled out, shooting his load all
over Luca's back and on his little ass, slipping back inside to ride out
the aftershocks of his orgasm inside his brother.

Craig hissed at the erotic sight, the Nymph having worked him through his
peak and was pulling his hand back before his touch could become
painful. From somewhere, the Nymph produced a soft cloth and cleaned him
up.

"Are you ready to see Rick now?" The Nymph asked in his breathy voice,
licking some of Craig's cum off his fingers and smacking his soft-looking
lips playfully. "Or do you need a moment?"

"Uh, no," Craig mumbled, trying for some semblance of control. "I'm good."

Together they made their way through the building. When they reached one of
the unmarked offices in the back, the Nymph brushed a barely there kiss on
his cheek. "I hope you will come to an agreement with Rick."

Before Craig could gather his wits enough to ask any questions, the Nymph
had glided away. Staring after the stunning boy, Craig knocked and opened
the door as soon as he heard Rick call out a quick "Come in."

"So, did you like Alex?" Rick asked, as soon as Craig had stepped into the
room. He was sitting behind a huge desk and waved Craig into one of the
comfy-looking chairs on the other side of it.

He frowned as he sat down. "Alex?"

"The Nymph," Rick clarified with a grin.

"Uh, yeah," he murmured absently, "very much so. Would have expected him to
not be quite so hands-on, though."

Rick laughed. "He's a beauty, and a lot more independent than most of the
others. He's earned his status, if you know what I mean. To be quite
honest, I had Alex collect you today so that you'd get a little taste of
what was to come."

Craig gaped at the Handler. "What? But the waiting list-"

"Doesn't matter if I assign him to you directly," Rick interrupted
smoothly.

"And why would you do that?" Craig couldn't help but be a little
suspicious.

Rick grinned. "I have a favor of you to ask, kind of a big one. See,
there's this boy that we acquired from another Temple. His name is Charlie
and since he hasn't been in the service long, he's a total virgin when it
comes to penetration. I have quite a few customers lined up for him, but
the problem is, Charlie is a little picky."

"Okay," Craig murmured, confused. "And what does that have to do with me?"

"Yeah, see," Rick said, "we allow our Boys to choose the man that gets to
deflower them.  Makes for a lot less drama. Charlie's been watching a lot
of customers come and go these last few weeks, but for some reason he has
set his eyes on you."

Craig's mind was blank. "Uh, what?"

"Charlie wants you to be the one to take his virginity," Rick said bluntly.

Craig's mouth gaped open. His cock stirred in a mix of anticipation and
apprehension.  "He, he does? Huh."

"Yes," Rick smirked, visibly tickled by his reaction. "In fact, if you're
willing, you could begin right away. Charlie's rather anxious to have this
over with. He's the only virgin in this house right now and feels that
difference very keenly."

"And the night with Alex would be what, payment?"

"Let's call it compensation for your troubles," Rick answered smoothly. "So
tell me, Mr.  Travis. Would this be something you'd be interested in?"

Flashing back to the beautiful Nymph and his gentle, firm and incredibly
knowing touch, Craig didn't have to think about it. "Yes," he said
decisively. "Very much so. In fact, you said something about starting right
away?"

Rick let out a chuckle. "But of course. Charlie should be ready by
now. I'll be in the next room, monitoring the whole thing, Temple policy,
you understand, but please feel free to let me know if you need help or,
uh, instructions."

This time, it was Craig that couldn't keep in the laughter. "I think I'll
be fine, but it's good to know that there'll be someone looking out for
little Charlie."

He and Rick shared a conspiratorial smile and then the Handler led him to
yet another room. It was almost completely made up of a huge bed, with
candles lit everywhere and supplies shelved within easy reach of every side
of it. The room was warmer than the handler's office had been. Soft music
was playing unobtrusively in the background and the smell of a mix of sweet
and spicy aroma oils wafted through it.

Craig was barely done taking it all in, when a door on the other side of
the room opened and a boy stepped in. He looked rather plain, a skinny and
lanky eleven or twelve year old with ash blond hair and pale skin, dressed
in the loose white cotton shirt and pants that signaled a boy who hadn't
quite yet found their preferences.

From the corner of his eyes, Craig saw Rick give the boy an encouraging
wink and then the Handler was gone, both doors closing with barely there
clicks. Still, the boy jumped at the sound, looking more nervous than Craig
would have thought possible from a Pleasure Boy at the end of his training.

Making a decision, Craig stepped up to the boy rather forcefully and pulled
him into a loose embrace. "Hi, Charlie," he murmured as he let his hands
wander down the boy's arms and back. "So you chose me, huh?"

Charlie let out a nervous chuckle, even as he relaxed under his
ministrations. "Yeah."

"Good," Craig said, pressing soft kisses into the boy's hair as he pressed
his reawakening sex against the boy to let him feel his desire. "Then we'll
do this slow and easy, baby boy."

Charlie huffed out a laugh against his chest. "I like that," he said with a
charming giggle.  "You calling me that."

When he looked up, Craig was stunned by the way his plain face was
transformed by the happy smile on the Pleasure Boy's face. All of a sudden,
he was beautiful. "Good. Then I'll keep doing it."

Steering them over to the bed, Craig pulled back from the boy and quickly
stripped. He ignored Charlie's apprehensive expression at the sight of his
hard cock and gave him a gentle kiss.

"Hey," Craig whispered, as he slowly started to undress the trembling
boy. "Relax, baby boy, everything's going to be alright, okay? I'm not
going to hurt you."

Charlie looked up at him. "I know," he murmured. "I've watched you. You're
nice, not like most of the others. I know that it'll not be good at first,
but that's okay. There's plenty of time for it to start to feel good later
on."

Craig nodded, glad that Charlie didn't have any illusions about his first
time, and pulled down the boy's white briefs, exposing his soft tiny
penis. When he made to touch it, though, little Charlie stopped his
hand. "Don't, please," the boy breathed. "C-can you just get on with it
right away?"

"Are you sure?" Craig asked, even as he was eager to do just that, his cock
drooling in anticipation.

"Yeah, um. I- I'm too nervous to get excited a-anyways."

 Craig could see that that was pretty likely by the way the boy trembled,
his gaze flitting to his hard cock and away again. None of the other
Pleasure Boy's had reacted that way to him, and for a moment, Craig
wondered what happened if a boy wasn't able to overcome that natural
apprehension. Would he be cast out?

Pulling himself from the dark thoughts, Craig reached over and grabbed some
lube. He coated his index finger in it and unceremoniously reached around
the boy and let it slip between his perky little ass-cheeks.

Despite his encouraging words, the boy's hole was clenched tight, the
wrinkles around it soft and smooth. Craig pressed the pad of his finger
against the centre, exuding gentle pressure until Charlie gasped and tried
to move back. Craig's finger simply followed, pressing harder. It seemed
like an absurd amount of pressure was needed before the snug ring gave and
allowed the tip of his finger inside. Craig could feel the heat and
tightness inside and it was wonderful.

"See," Craig whispered in an awe-filled voice. "So good."

"I, uh, I don't know?" Charlie breathed, sounding insecure and very much
like the virgin he was.

When Craig tried to pull out, Charlie whined like a puppy, his body
clamping tight around his finger.  ãUhhhh-huunhh."

Craig suddenly realised he was breathing quite heavily and made an effort
to calm down. He slowly withdrew his finger, watching in fascination as
Charlie's clenching hole seemed to follow.

Pulling back, Craig said, "All right, baby boy. Can you get on the bed on
your hands and knees for me please?"

Charlie obliged.

Craig let out a long breath as heat shot through him at the boy's
willingness. "Open your legs. Wider. Yeah like this, Charlie. Perfect."

Charlie was in the frog position, his thighs perpendicular to his torso,
legs bent at the knees. It opened him up deliciously, his pink little hole
glistening with lube and looking so very inviting.

Bracing his arms on either side of Charlie's waist, Craig lowered himself
over Charlie's ass and licked a swath from Charlie's little balls up to his
tailbone, liberally wetting the space.

Then he dove down in earnest, spreading the bubbly cheeks with his hands
and pressing his mouth tightly against the unbelievably small hole. As he
sucked on it, Charlie squeaked and tried to pull back.

"What are you doing?" he asked in a trembling voice.

"Getting you to open up a little, baby boy," Craig explained, smiling a
little at the boy's innocence. He'd probably been taught all this, but he'd
never experienced any of it. It was both wonderfully rewarding to introduce
young Charlie to the joys of love-making, but also incredibly frustrating.

To be honest, he didn't come to the Temple to be gentle and careful. He
came here to quench his desire, to have hot encounters with experienced,
sexy boys that knew how to bring a man to the brink of ecstasy and over.

Charlie wasn't one of those boys, not yet, and it was a struggle to put
himself in the rear again after his first rather inhibited experiences
here. Still, this was fun too.

A lack of noise made Craig raise his head a while later and check on the
boy, but Charlie's head was buried in the sheet.  Craig could see that his
mouth was wide open in a silent scream of shocked pleasure. The boy's
little virgin hole was delicious, musky and so young, and Craig needed
more.

For long minutes, he ate Charlie's ass, stabbing the tiny hole with his
tongue, trying to get in deeper and failing. Every now and then, Charlie
would twitch or whine, but he didn't try to get away from the sensation,
and Craig appreciated that. He nibbled at the furrow, trying to pull it
open with his lips, but Charlie jumped at that, so he stopped it right
away.

Pulling back finally, Craig lost no time in lubing up his hand
again. Charlie looked behind his shoulder a little apprehensively, mewling
softly when Craig put a greased up finger to his saliva-slick butthole and
slipped it in. Moving it in and out really slowly, Craig groaned at the
tight heat inside the boy's ass, growing impatient as the lust pulsing
through his cock got more and more urgent.

It was a heady sight as he wiggled his finger around and pumped it in and
out the pink, hairless hole, Charlie's little rosy butthole stretched
beautifully around Craig's big finger, a pretaste of how it'd have to widen
for his cock.

"That feel good, Charlie?" he asked, smiling because he already knew the
answer, pressing on the boy's tiny prostate as he spoke.

"Ohhh! Yesss!" Charlie hissed as he shook with the sudden stimulation.

Craig kept the prostate massage going as he fucked Charlie's warm little
hole, first with the one finger for some time, then two, then finally with
three. Little chants of ãyes" and ãmore" encouraged Craig even if he
hadn't felt the boy's excited shivers, his ass quivering with overwhelmed
arousal.

"I'm going to put my cock in now," Craig finally panted when he couldn't
wait anymore, and petted Charlie's back as the boy shivered in trepidation.

When Craig finally, FINALLY pressed in, Charlie groaned, trembling as he
tried to stay still. "Hurts," the boy gasped and it wasn't hard for Craig
to believe that. Despite the long preparation and massive amounts of lube,
Charlie was still so very tight, clamping down on him as he breached him
slowly.

"Jesus," Craig groaned. "Ah fuck, so tight, baby boy, so hot."

"Uh," the boy moaned, trembling all over as his small hole was pressured
open by Craig's rock-hard, slimy cock. "Oh, owww."

"Doing so good, Charlie," Craig grunted as he shoved himself in, deeper
into the welcoming softness. He rocked his hips back and forth as he got
ever deeper, his eyes rolling back with the ecstatic feeling of taking a
young virgin ass.

It was so very tight and hot and alive, Charlie clenching his butt every
couple of thrusts involuntarily as he whined and whimpered his way through
his first time.

"Easy, easy, now," Craig groaned as he held Charlie's buttcheeks open so he
could make sure he was getting his cock in as deep it could go. His pelvis
bumped against his own hands as he fucked in really deep, all the way
inside of Charlie.

Charlie chanted his name in between whimpered yelps, his eyes closed and
his butt clenching, *clenching* hard whenever Craig bottomed out in him.

Craig was so close already, his precum easing the way as he leaned over the
boy's small body and began to fuck him in earnest, hole clinging to his
cock as he stroked into Charlie in short, hard stabs.

ãGonna cum soon, baby boy," he hummed as his hips snapped forward and
back in a stuttering rhythm of seeking more friction.

Charlie grunted with every thrust, forceful exhalations accompanied by
pained little moans. The tiny sounds spurned Craig on even more.

"Ahhh, remember this," Craig hissed as his orgasm overwhelmed him and his
cock exploded into the Pleasure Boy in hot pulses of pure bliss. "Ahh! Ahh,
fuuuck!  Remember, Charlie, every time you take a cock, that mine was the
first!"

There was no answer, but Craig hadn't really expected one as he filled the
boy with his cum. What astonished him though was that with every pulse of
wet heat in him, Charlie relaxed a little more. It was as if the feel of
semen in his ass had pushed a button that turned him from fearful to
comfortable in his skin.

When Craig's penis finally went soft in him, Charlie even turned around
underneath him, clamping his ass so as not to dislodge him, wrenching a
long, drawn-out moan from Craig.

It was then, as he looked down at him, that he fully appreciated the change
in the boy.  The apprehension and fear of earlier was gone. As he lay on
the bed, his hole filled with cock and semen, Charlie looked as much at
ease as any other Pleasure Boy Craig had seen in action.

"Beautiful," Craig said softly and bent down to kiss Charlie's soft, red
lips. The boy responded to him nicely, giving as good as he got.

"I'll remember," he said with a dreamy smile when Craig's limp cock slipped
out of him and he finally had the freedom to stretch out on the bed. "I'll
always remember this."

A few minutes later the door opened and Rick stepped in, a huge grin
plastered on his face. "Congratulations, Mr. Travis," he said cheerfully.
"You just earned yourself a night with out most prestigious Nymph. And if
you agree to have the type of this session be made public, I could even
make it a whole 24 hours. What do you say?"

Even sated as Craig was, the thought of having Alex to himself for a full
day was very tempting. "You got yourself a deal," he said, after only a
moment of contemplation. He couldn't wait for his session with Alex.