Date: Tue, 23 Mar 1999 21:23:30 PS
From: Zzathras Baggins <zzathras@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Troupe. chapter 3 (M/b)

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The Party.

Sorn marched back to his duties knowing the shit would hit the fan at the
tithing. Julio would stand to his boy's honor and Sorn would have to defend
his turf. It would most likely end in blood.

"Sorn." The mistress called from the kitchen as he made his rounds of the
lads.

"Yes, mistress?" He tried to hide his raging emotions.

"The queen has asked me to pass this on to you. It is in thanks of the
service you did for the crown last night and today." She held out a small
purse.

Sorn took the small bag and glanced inside. It held five gold
coins. "Mistress, this is too much!" He lied. He would not have struck a
child like that for any amount of gold if it didn't mean his own hand and
the lives of the boys he drug in to the castle.

"Nonsense. If the baron had been robbed it could have meant many troubles
for the wedding. You have smoothed the waters so to speak."

"I just wish that boy did not have to suffer that way."

"He is nothing but a thief and a gutter rat. He got what he deserved."

"I don't think anyone, regardless of who they are or what they did deserves
to be tied up and used the way he was."

"Put it out of your mind. He is nothing, a peasant."

"Mistress, I am a peasant. It was not you who had to ad injury to his
insult."

"It was spelled out to you that any punishment would be your
responsibility."

"A swat. A few lashes with a belt. Those I could handle. Ten strikes with a
cat of nine tails? That is cruel to inflict upon a boy not yet ten."

"You have a soft heart Sorn. I hope your head is not equally soft."  She
spun on her heel and strode to her next duty.


As the day wore on Sorn had far to many concerns to attend to let the
morning's passing interfere with his work. He already knew the route of
escape and had an idea of how to incapacitate the guards so that they could
slip out quietly and be gone long before the waking of the castle the
morning after the wedding.

It would be a tight schedule to keep. The heist had to be complete and the
troupe away from the grounds before dawn. The tithing would start at dusk
the night of the wedding and their share was due by first light.

His primary concern was avoiding the wraiths. Night would bring them out of
the sewers looking for food and any hapless victims that were silly enough
to be out in the darkness. Even the palace guards feared the sewer dwelling
people. They were disease ridden and driven mad by hunger and
sickness. Feasting on rats and other vermin, they were vile and disgusting.

Sorn was unfortunate enough to witness a man, drunk and stupid, leave the
Harpies Lair one night drunk beyond rational thought. He staggered a few
steps outside and bellowed a challenge to the wraiths. They accepted.

Coming like a shadow they slipped up on him. He didn't know they were there
until he was taken. One buried it's teeth into his groin and another
cackled loudly while the man screamed, as it sliced his trousers off with a
broken bottle. He was devoured alive while being raped and sucked dry of
his blood.

The town guard found the fool the next morning. Or what was the fool. The
wraiths had stripped every bone clean and sucked the marrow from them. Sorn
could not stop watching the whole incident. It was like watching a house
burn.

Shaking his head, Sorn returned to his duties.


"Sorn, My good man!" The falsetto voice of the visiting prince grated on
the man.

"Yes Prince Harold? How might I be of service?"

"Well we can discuss that later." The fop smiled at Sorn in the same way a
child might look at a plate of sweets. "However my brother wishes a
bachelors party tonight. A last fling if you will, before he is tied with
the princess."

"I do believe that would be possible."

"Excellent! Now he would like a dozen service girls there for himself and
his guests. He does fancy himself a rutting ox."

"Well, the queen has forbidden any girls of that sort to be within the
castle. I am unsure as to why."

"OH FOOO!" The young man crossed his arms in a huff. "Is that why we all
have those delightful serving boys instead of the silly girls we usually
get?"

"I believe so." Sorn knew the prince knew everything that was going on. It
was he after all that designed the uniforms for the boys. "Though I hear
you already knew this" He whispered in a voice of conspiracy. "Was it you
that designed those cute outfits for them to wear?"

"HEHEHE! OF course!" He giggled like a 'silly girl'.

"I honestly don't think I could sneak any girls in for such a party your
grace. Perhaps if you approached the house mistress or the queen herself?"

"OH NO! that would not be proper. This is a matter for men. If we cant get
girls for my horny brother, then perhaps some alternate bodies could be
arranged?"

"Alternate bodies?" Sorn played the game. "How do you mean?"

"Personally I have a taste for that wonderful angel Jerry you gave to me."

"Really?"

"Oh my yes! He is so sweet I could just suck him dry!" The prince giggled
uncontrollably. "I happen to know my dear brother likes a lad from time to
time. A change of pace if you will."

"You want the boys to service the party in the same way as the girls
would?" Sorn put on a shocked look.

"Any port In a storm Sorn."

"Well I don't think the boys are prepared for such activities. Certainly
their pay does not include such services."

"Well the girls they used last time were paid four silver each for the
night. That did not include tips. I know the little blonde ten year old
slut they found made at least six gold in tips. She was all over every man
in the room. Except me of course. I picked out this sweet serving boy for
myself."

"What was his pay?" Sorn inquired.

"He was still a virgin and didn't take to the idea right away. However a
single gold coin slicked him up and bent him over nicely. My brother even
sampled his sweets that night. He wasn't skilled but he certainly was
enthusiastic about it all! He earned at least ten gold and a nice gem in
tips that night. He was tighter than that little blonde slut, from what the
men there told me."

"Well, these boys might be willing to for two gold, plus tips."

"Two? You must be silly in the head man!" The fop ranted. "I could buy four
boys outright and take them home with me for that much!"

"Yes, but none of them would be Jerry."

Laughing loudly the prince slapped Sorn lightly on the shoulder. "You have
me there! Besides, it is only money."

"Yes, it is only money. When should they be there?"

"After dinner. I will have their costumes brought up to your room. Also I
need one lad to pop out of the wedding cake. Could you talk Jerry into it?"

"He might. I will ask him as soon as I see him."

"Excellent! Send him up to my chambers right away. He will need to be
fitted for a special costume. Also I will need to give him some personal
instructions. If you know what I mean!" The irritating fourteen year old
giggled.

Sorn was not worried at all about Jerry. The prince was sporting a raging
hardon and his tights didn't conceal it at all. From the looks of it the
royal tool he displayed was significantly smaller than his own and he knew
Jerry could do the fop for hours without problem.

"Your Grace?"

"Yes Sorn dear?" This upstart was really grating on Sorn's nerves.

"To prepare the lads for tonight, so they can better serve your party, I
have to ask. Are all the members of the party as well endowed as you?"

Glancing proudly at his crotch, exposed for the world to see, "Why no. I'm
sorry to say that I am a bit larger than most of my dear cousins and
relatives."

"Oh my. Well I will get started right away." Sorn turned to hurry away.

"I will have everyone send the boys to you after lunch for 'preparation'
Dear!" The prince pranced away, much to Sorn's relief.


"OK boys!" Sorn got their attention. "The bachelors party will be
tonight. We have to get going and have you all ready do those screaming
fops don't hurt you." Sorn paired the boys up and gave them the tools they
needed so they could lubricate each other up an insert the phalluses with
ease.

"David and Julius come here." The boys looked questioningly. "Don't
worry. Each boy will not only have to take one or more up their bum's but
also in you mouth most likely."

"EW!" they said in unison.

"Now don't be like that. For two gold pieces I'm sure it will taste like
honey. And if it don't I'm sure you can act like it does."

Both boys and the room stopped dead in their actions and gaped. "Two gold?"
Timmy asked in a hopeful voice.

"That's the agreed upon price. Also you get to keep the tips."

"Tips of what?"

Laughing Sorn explained "Extra money they will pay you above and beyond the
agreed amount. The better you are at this the more the tips you could get."

In an instant Sorn had two naked boys in front of him on their knees.

As the others got the fake cocks inserted into them they formed a circle
around Sorn. He had supplied the two with their own devices and now oral
instruction began.

"Now some of you may have had one in your mouth before. Maybe not. I am
going to see to it you can do this right and earn as much as you can."

The first boy just slid up and slurped up Sorn's member like a pro. He
smiled from around the man's cock and started to bob his head.

"OK!" Sorn grinned. "Now slow down Timmy! Watch as he works boys. He keeps
his sharp teeth covered with his lips so he don't scratch me. Also watch
how he's using his tongue."

As Sorn tried to talk Timmy bobbed his hot little mouth on his throbbing
tool. He would suck the tip then nibble the shaft. At times he would suck
Sorn's large balls and elicit a groan of pleasure. The boys giggled and
snickered.

"I'm close now Timmy. Take it out so they can see." Timmy slipped his mouth
off and began to jerk swiftly to bring the man off for all to see. As the
little sex maniac grinned A load of sperm splattered his face and body. HE
kept yanking and tugging until he was sure there was no more to milk from
the gasping man.

First one boy then another and soon all were touching and playing in the
slippery substance. "Go ahead and taste it boys. They will want you to
swallow it." Most liked the flavor and a few didn't but all did as
told. They did not wish to risk the gold. David loved it and began to lick
the semen off Timmy's body, much to the smaller boy's joy. Soon Every boy
was practicing their new skills on each other.

Sorn sat back and watched as a boy orgy ensued. He instructed the lads how
to team up on a man and make him feel so special as they 'fought' over his
man meat. Or how to put on a show of sex with each other to arouse the men
further. "Most of them will only manage one or two shots before becoming
spent. So make them count! If they shoot without you they might become
frustrated or angry. Make sure you have a man inside you if he's going to
spew so you can maximize his pleasure. The happier they are the more the
tips you will get." Sorn also knew his boys understood that if the men were
spent they would sleep better so they could clean them out easier.

The boys practiced on each other for over an hour before Sorn told them to
get cleaned up and dressed. He didn't want them totally exhausted before
the party.

He was confident the party goers would be more than satisfied with their
performance.

"Now boys, remember that tonight is the bachelor party, and tomorrow night
is the wedding party. Most of the guests have to leave the following
morning. You could pick up some extra tips if you give them a nice going
away present. You don't have to and some of the guests wont ask you, but if
one does then think about it."

The afternoon was spent in total chaos as far as Sorn could see. Everyone
was rushing to get some damned thing ready for the wedding and no one had
time for a word. This was fine with the man who continued to plan and
scheme. He made subtle inquiries as to certain guests wine preferences and
food choices. He saw to it to get himself cut in the kitchen at about mid
afternoon.

"AGH! Damn!" He growled as the butcher knife slipped and opened his arm up
with a nasty looking three inch cut.

"OH my! The cook worried over him. You take yourself on up to master
Victor's chambers in the north tower. He is our in house healer and he can
fix that right up."

"No just give me rag. I can wrap it up. You need my help here dear lady. He
smiled warmly at her tender ministrations.

"We can do just fine without you for a little while Sorn. You carry that
darling backside of yours upstairs. He has stitched up many of our
servants. He is quite good at his work."

"Are you sure? I can easily bind it and stay. There is so much to do before
tomorrow."

"Nonsense. You get that taken care of. You work harder than any of us and
your not even part of the staff. With all those lads of yours I'm surprised
you have a moment to breathe. No go." She shoed him out and went back to
the side of beef that was turning on a spit.

Sorn became slightly worried. He had not seen Jerry all afternoon and he
decided to pop into the princes chambers to check on the boy.

"Come in!" Was the sing song response to his rapping on the door.

Jerry stood up on a stool in front of the Prince, nude save a nearly
nonexistent triangle of silk that appeared to be suspended over his small
privates by magic. The prince was busy painting directly on the boys frail
body with some sort of colored goo.

"Yes Sorn, What is it?" the prince did not even look up as the man slipped
into the chamber.

"I was just checking to see if this little rapscallion was giving you any
troubles lord Harold. I had not seen him all afternoon and wanted to make
sure all was well."

"He is fine. I have had him here the whole time. It takes time to prepare a
work of art. I spent the first hour instructing him in dance. He is quite
the little performer. With little instruction he could be wonderful at
it. Then I had to fit him for his costume. HEHEHE! That only took a couple
minutes as you can see. Now I am applying a bit of color to the young
catamite. He is insatiable. I has to take him with my mouth at least five
times before his little shaft would stay down! Quite the tasty little boy
he is. I must really thank you for keeping these boys so clean. The last
boy I tasted was not very clean and he had such an odor about him!"

"If all is well, I will leave you to your work Prince Harold." As Sorn
turned to leave Curiosity got the better of him. "Might I ask how that
stays on him? It looks like it should slip off at the slightest motion."

"A secret! But I think I can trust you. re look closeley.llllllHere, look
closely. As I have finished his lower extremities I put it on him so he
could get the feel for it. The silk is held in place with strings made of
Crystal spider silk."

Indeed the cloth was suspended over the boys modest package by three,
almost invisible threads of silk. At more than a few inches it was almost
impossible to see them.

"Amazing!" Sorn was truly impressed at the workmanship of the entire
piece. Silk, thread, and painting. "So I smell sugar?"

"Yes you do!" The feminine prince cheered. "The paint I am using is a sugar
base. Quite pliable, it hold the color, and tastes wonderful as well!
Little Jerry will present himself to my brother after he comes out of the
cake for him to lick clean. Should my brother not desire such a pastry I'm
sure I would be able to handle this boy all by myself!" Glancing at Sorn's
arm Harold squeaked. "Oh my your hurt!"

Jerry's head snapped down in concern for his friend.

" 'Tis just a scratch. I am on my way tot he healer as we speak. I was on
my way there as I passed your door and decided to pop in. Jerry, you be
good and do as your told. Prince Harold, should you need anything I am at
your service." He regretted the words as they were spoken.

"Oh really? Then we shall see my good man!"


"Master Healer?" Sorn cracked the door an inch.

"What is it now?" The old man groused.

"I have a cut that has need of care." Sorn stepped into the workshop. It
held a large table in the middle and a chair with a desk to one side. One
entire wall was nothing but books and the other shelves stacked high with
many powders and potions.

"I haven't time for scratches boy! Every buggered little fop that comes in
here thinks they are going to die if I don't kiss their powdered ass."

"Were it merely a scratch I would not disturb you sir. Your time is far to
precious for that and I have too many duties to perform. Please if you
could just get the bleeding to stop I will bother you no further."

"Bleeding? Let me look at it. If this is a waste of my time I will tan you
myself!" Sorn approached the hunched old man. "Looks bad. It isn't. But you
do need stitches. Sit here." The healer struggled to his feet and hobbled
toward the pitcher of water and bowl on the other side of the room.

"Master healer! I can clean the wound myself if it will save you the
trouble. I just need a steady hand to pull the thread."

Turning on Sorn the man growled, "Why didn't you say so in the first place
boy? I'm to old to be doing all this menial work."

Sorn carefully cleaned the wound in the cool water and inspected the
cut. It was nothing. It looked bad and would bleed but he needed an excuse
to be in this place at this time.

Showing the cleaned cut to the healer he was instructed to the wall of
medicines "Bring me that bottle of clear liquid and a bowl boy."

Taking his time at the wall, Sorn searched for his goal. He found it but
had no time to sneak it before the old man griped "Get on with it boy! I
aint got all day!"

Back at the table the healer poured the watery substance over the cut.

"HOOOOOOEEEEEEAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Was the most intellectual thing Sorn
could articulate.

"It aint that bad boy."

"It's a lot worse you old coot! What the hell was that?"

"Pure alcohol. Don't even think about drinking it. That stuff will make you
blind and insane before it gets you drunk. I use it to clean cuts and
such. It burns like fire don't it boy?"

"Bet your fucking ass it does!" Sorn barely managed to keep from decking
the old fool.

"Good. Maybe you wont be so clumsy next time. Now hold still while I sew
your arm up. Be glad. My grand daddy woulda slapped some leeches and horse
poop on it and told you to pray for healing. Three days later he woulda cut
your arm off from infection."

"Shit, you could have warned me!"

"Naw. You would have been harder to hold still." The old man carefully
stitched up Sorn's arm with deft, sure sutures.

"All done. Now put this back and get about your duties." He went back to
his papers and books.


Dinner time came and went. The party goers gathered in one of the larger
rooms of a guest and Sorn saw to it the boys had one last stretching before
going into the ridiculous costumes they had been provided.

Some were dressed as little girls. Some as sailors. A little pair of castle
guards, a shepherd boy, and a page. Sorn shook his head and argued to the
two boys who were destined for the dresses.

"just put them on!"

"No! We aint goin to dress like no girl!"

"You wont be dressed at all for long damnit!"

"SO?"

"Just do it."

"No."

"You don't want the gold?"

"Not if I got to dress like a girl I don't!"

"how about for another gold each? I will pay you out of my own pocket."

The two looked at each other and nodded, "All right. Up front."


As the boys were escorted into the party they were met with 'ooooh's' and
'ahhs'. Each boy carried a platter of food or a pitcher of wine. Soon the
party was in full swing and many of the boys were already in a guests lap
being fondled and stroked by randy guests.

No guest was allowed to get naked in the least until the serving of the
cake. Then Jerry would make his appearance and the orgy would start.

As the large cake was wheeled in, The guest of honor stood up and made a
speech of some sort that Sorn wasn't listening to. He was watching each
guest and picking marks. He knew some did not have any money of their own
and relied on the gratuity of others. These would be worthless. Sorn wanted
the ones with the gold. He would try to guide his boys their way and get
them into those peoples chambers the following night.

Harold detached two lads from the men who were passionately kissing the
boys and led them to the center table. The boys climbed up and stood there,
strangely nervous and slightly embarrassed in their dresses.

Hoots and catcalls greeted them as they fidgeted, on display for all to
see. They scanned the crowd for Sorn who simply nodded to them to get
started.

David and Timmy approached each other and grinned in embarrassment. Timmy
made the first move as he hugged his little body close to David's slightly
taller form. David bent down and kissed the tike on the lips and they
sucked each others lips for a few moments before David took charge.

Reaching down. David slipped his hands under the dress that covered Timmy's
naked backside and lifted it up as his hands slid over the boy's silky
smooth skin.

The room exploded as the beautiful lad's ass came into view. Perfect, and
firm, David stroked it gently as he continued to play games with his tongue
inside Timmy's mouth.

After several moments of teasing the crowd, David slowly drew the paisley
dress further up the small body that rubbed it's self against him. As more
skin came into view the men chanted "take it off!" and made lewd comments
as to what they wanted to do with the boy's on the stage. They could have
cared less as Timmy's throbbing two inches of boy meat popped into
view. When David finally drew the dress completely over Timmy and threw it
to the crowd several of the screaming fops grabbed for the flimsy, flowered
cloth.

David sunk to his knees and kissed a trail down Timmy's chest and stomach
to his crotch. Without ceremony he took the tiny member in his hand and
kissed the tip like a lover. Timmy groaned loudly as David teased his
pulsing boyhood. "Do it! Please!" Timmy begged.

The crowd called for David to not do it and torture the blond boy
further. David shrugged his shoulders and began to lick Timmy's penis
lightly making the boy moan and beg all the more to the entertainment of
the crowd. Timmy soon began to trust his hips at David's mouth and grab at
the older boy's head to force his delectable rod into his partner's
mouth. Finally David let the boy do as he wanted and Timmy slammed his
pelvis into David's face and immediately began rabbit fucking the mouth
that engulfed his pecker. David had no hope of slowing the little boy down
as he raced toward orgasm.

David's face began to hurt as the bony boy slapped his hips into the black
hared lad's face. He only hoped his tongue could bring the child off fast
so he could get his own.

Collapsing around David's head, Timmy continued to thrust in and out of his
friends mouth as he groaned loudly and stiffened in his dry, pulsing
orgasm. The room was raging in lust as they demanded more action from the
boys. David didn't want to disappoint them so he gently laid the boy on his
back and lifted the boys legs high in the air. Without exposing his own
backside David slipped between the little catamite's legs and positioned
his own three incher at his partner's back door ready to take him in the
most intimate way.

The men around them began to boo and hiss that they were being denied the
pleasure of seeing the penetration. "Timmy pull my dress off over my head!
When you get it all the way off I will do it."

Timmy's eyes were full of lust and desire as he grabbed the serving dress
David wore by the back and pulled it over his larger friends head, exposing
the older boy's well rounded and quite tender ass to the entire room.

As David's body became exposed, the spectators could see he was poised to
plow into Timmy's rump. The bellowed for him to do it and David gladly gave
the audience what they wanted.

He thrust forcefully into he boy's hole knowing it wouldn't hurt with all
the preparation they had gone through. He slammed home holding his position
for a moment savoring the warm snug feeling of his best friend's hole as it
clung to his throbbing rod. Coins began to rain down around them as David
savagely pounded the smaller boy's tender hole to the entertainment of the
randy men around them.

Music began to play as the musicians finally got there. They picked up on
the action and set a beat that David set rhythm to. Sweat broke out all
over the two boys as they squirmed and thrashed in lust and passion for
each other's bodies. They both grunted and moaned loudly and
enthusiastically as David took what he wanted and Timmy gave it gladly.

Sorn watched the men closely as they tossed small coins to the performers
before them. Nothing large or valuable was tossed. Only a few silver and
many copper bits. The men he watched were the ones opening their
purses. Some handed their friends coins to toss and Sorn made note of who
had the coins and who did not. He didn't want to give the boys to a man
that didn't have cash on hand the next night.

When David finally collapsed on top of Timmy the crowd applauded long and
hard for the boy's performance had driven many to spontaneous release.

Timmy wrapped his arms around his friend and rolled him over so the smaller
boy was on top with the elder's penis still lodged fully in his
backside. The crowd hooted and bellowed their approval as the horny boy
began to bounce up and down rapidly on his friend, fucking himself hard and
fast.

David relaxed back and smiled widely as Timmy rode him like a
horse. Reaching up, David took the pointing penis before him and stoked it
in time with the thumping beat of the music that penetrated their world.

For the next twenty minutes the two boys rode each other in a variety of
positions driving the audience to madness in lust for release. Sorn was
worried they men would loose control and dive into he boys
violently. Harold saw this as well and threw a pitcher of wine over the
sucking boys to cool them off a bit.

"Come now boys! Don't dominate the entire evening like this! Let's move on
to the main course!" With a flourish the cake was repositioned upon the
table and Timmy scooped up coins with his friend David.

A loud drum roll began and Sorn watched the cake to see the final results
of the prince's work. He was not disappointed.

Jerry exploded out of the cake like a hunting cat springing on it's prey,
spraying the audience with cake and frosting.

Dressed in nothing more than the patch of silk Sorn had seen him in
earlier, Jerry was painted from head to toe like an orange and black
tiger. The boy stalked up and down the long table a couple times snarling
in his adolescent manner at the crowd brining cheers and laughter to the
men who ogled his lithe and beautiful form.

Jerry scanned the crowd searching and hunting his prey. Soon his eyes
locked on the Groom to be and he crawled toward him in a lewd and strong
manner.

Crawling off the table onto a chair, then to the floor. Across the floor
Jerry continued to stalk The man through the crowd who continued to cheer
and holler at him. Several reached out to touch him and Jerry spun on them
holding his hands up like claws and snarling at them as he made his way to
the large, stuffed chair that held his goal.

Up to this point the man appeared relatively bored with the
proceedings. Now he looked nervous as the child climbed into his lap.

Jerry slid into the mans arms and kissed him on the mouth like a longtime
lover. His left hand slipped to the prince's crotch and groped the growing
bulge that would earn him many coins.

Prince Richard Lifted Jerry to a standing position and ran his hands slowly
down his small body, practically drooling as his hands approached the boy's
prize. When his rough fingers stroked the lad's hips, they broke the silken
threads that held the patch of cloth on the boy.

Richard looked surprised as the boy's privates popped into view right
before his eyes. Looking up, Richard saw Jerry looking down at him in lust
as his tiny penis pulsed with a life of it's own. Slipping down slowly,
Jerry positioned himself between the man's knees and took the tights that
covered the man's obviously engorged manhood and tore them viciously open
to expose the pulsing meat that would be his meal for the night.

Jerry's mouth opened wide as he approached Richard's throbbing cock. The
Prince grabbed the child's head to stop his forward progress. Spinning the
boy around swiftly, Richard bent Jerry over and stuffed the meat between
his legs into Jerry's hole.

The boy yipped in surprise as the rod slid into him up to it's hilt and the
royal tool began to pummel his rump viciously. With all the preparation
Sorn had them do, and the fact that the Prince had a tool that was smaller
than Sorn's own, Jerry took it easily. He was surprised by he savagery and
speed of the man's penetration. As the boy's backside became slippery with
the mans preseminal fluid he began to enjoy the feeling of the smaller
penis inside him and his own boy tool started to tingle with stimulation as
the prince rubbed his little prostate as he humped the child's ass.

With this signal the room fell into a lustful chaos. Men devoured the boys
who wiggled on their laps. Many tore the clothing off the boys in their
lust for the nubile bodies that teased their manhood to the point of
explosion.

Soon the entire room was nothing but flesh and sex, grunting and
groaning. Screams of lust and orgasm drowned out the music that tried to
set a mood to the carnage that ensued.

Sorn was surprised at the lustful vigor that the boys possessed in their
foray into the arena of sex with men. As horny as the men were the boys
were ten times as insatiable. They simply could not get enough of the men
that lusted over their bodies. The boys traded men faster than the men
could recover and the men loved it. The moment one man collapsed in
exhaustion the boy was replaced with another and the orgy continued.

Soon the men grew too spent to move and the boys turned on each other to
quench the fires that raged in their newly awakened loins.

Some of the boys cuddled with a man and let the men stroke them gently to
little boy orgasm while they watched their friends pleasured each other
over and over.

As Sorn saw that the evening was coming to an end, he began to plan on how
to get the boys to the room. He would have to see to it that the boys were
cleaned up for their morning duties. He wondered how well they would be
able to walk come morning.

In the hall he caught a servant and asked for several tubs and warm water
to be placed in their room so that the boys could bathe before bed. He did
not care to spend the night smelling the boys as they were covered in sweat
and semen.

Not long after the men began to rise and amble off to their own personal
quarters. To his surprise they each came up to him and handed coins to him
to give the boys. No single boy could be tipped as they all serviced
several men during the festivities. The men didn't care that Sorn might
keep all the money that they blindly handed him.

Sorn thought of this as he watched the men leave their money with him. He
would never steal from children. He felt these tikes earned every copper
bit that was placed in his hands by the randy fops that thought themselves
better than the children they used this night.


"Can't we just sleep here Sorn?" Timmy whined as the man lifted the boy up.

"No dear. We need to get you all cleaned up and to bed. You all did a good
job tonight and I think that you will be pleased with the tips. "

"I just want to sleep now."

"Gee, I wonder why?" Sorn teased. The boy impaled himself on six penises
this night and tried to suck another five dry.

The boys didn't bother gathering their clothes as they ambled into the
hallway and on the way to their room. The servants and guards hardly
glanced at them as they staggered by them glowing and exhausted.

The man carefully and gently washed each boy in a tub of warm water before
he let them crawl onto their beds and pass out. He smiled at each as they
hugged him close and he kissed each on the forehead as they drifted off to
sleep.

Jerry was the last to be bathed and he just leaned against Sorn with a grin
of pleasure on his shining face. "Sorn, you didn't get any." The boy groped
his friends crotch gently.

"That's cause I was working Jerry."

"And I wasn't?" He smiled up to the man.

"Well I was doing a different kind of work silly."

"So you wanna? I can see you have a lump in your trousers. You had one all
night long. Yuck!" he complained. "I'm all slimy and sticky. They licked
all the paint off me and slobbered all over me too."

"With that performance you and the others put on it would be impossible to
not." Sorn snickered.

"So you wanna?"

"I think you need your sleep Jerry."

"So take a bath with me. After carrying little Timmy all the way here you
smell as bad as I do."

"You have a point kiddo."

So Sorn doffed his clothes and climbed into the large washtub with Jerry to
bathe. The boy leaned up against him as he gently soaped the lad up from
head to toe causing the child yet another erection.

"No Sorn! It is your turn." Jerry took the bar of perfumed soap and began
to lather up Sorn's tired body. The man leaned back and let the lad do his
work with pleasure and love.

Soon the insatiable boy had reached his elder's raging meat and soaped it
up gently as he masturbated him slowly. Sorn settled back and absorbed all
the wonderful feelings the youngster was eliciting in him. He knew Jerry
was good, but the feelings this boy was giving him made all the others feel
pale in comparison. "Jerry, wen did you learn to do all this?" Little hands
slipped over him tickling his balls and teasing the tip like an old lover.

"The other boys. We play some while your not around. I like to experiment
some. Also Harry taught me some things this afternoon."

"Jeeeze boy. You could make a fortune doing this alone!"

"I aint gonna be a boy forever Sorn. Your right, I need a real
profession. But for now I like this and want to make you feel good."

"Your doing perfect baby. You make me fell so good in so many ways I cant
believe it!" As he spoke his raging tool spewed it's load all over the
child smiling face and chest, dripping into the water around them.

Sorn carefully dried the boy and himself before climbing into bed with
Jerry and drifting off to sleep with nothing more than a sheet to cover
them.


End Chapter 3
Chapter 4 'The heist'