Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2018 10:15:23 +0000 From: destabilizer15 Subject: Young Lovers, Chapter 11 Chapter 11 The four of us slept in that next morning -- way, way in by my standards. I was awakened after 10 by a call from Marco. "Hey, good morning," came his cheery voice. "Morning," I managed to reply. I heard a laugh. "Sounds like you must have had a late night. Byron wear you out?" "It's a long story," I replied. "Evan said he looked pretty wiped out when he went to the chain room to get him." "Did Evan happen to mention to him what my name was and where my apartment is?" "He didn't say. Why?" "I got a little visit later on from Byron." "You're kidding." "Nope. After we straightened a few things out all four of us got along great. As a matter of fact, the three of them are still passed out in my bed." "That sounds like a story that needs telling." "Someday." "Will there be any, uh, repercussions?" "Nothing I can think of, except for Byron's swollen eyelid and cut lip." "Hmm. Were you a bit too rough with him?" "No, he just had a little difference of opinion with Joon." "Ah. Do their opinions, uh, coincide now?" "Their opinions fit together like a big dark hot dog in a thin yellow bun!" Marco laughed and laughed. I had to admit that was a pretty good one. "On a serious note," I finally said, "I do think Byron's going to have some rethinking to do, though." "Oh no. Did you do more therapy?" "Not really, but I'm guessing he's not quite as sure he knows who he is as he did yesterday at this time." "Oh, great. Look, all I wanna know is, when our favorite gazillionaire guest from Argentina flies in next week to beat the shit out of him, is he still gonna be into it?" "Mmmmm, well, I don't know. I'll talk to him." "OK, fill me in ASAP. I'm not the worrying type, so I'm gonna pretend we didn't have this conversation until I hear from you." "What conversation?" "Exactly. Hey, the reason I called is, I remember you said one of the main things you wanted to report on is the intake process. Is that right?" "Sure. Everything that happens to a kid from the moment he's discovered til he becomes a Young Lover." "OK, we've got a new kid coming in on the noon plane. A 15-year-old from El Salvador. If you're interested, I can arrange for you to tag along for every step of the process." "You bet. Let me get cleaned up and get some food into me and I'm there." "I'll meet you in the cafeteria for lunch, 11:30, and then I'll take you over and introduce you to Butch." "Who's Butch?" "Butch is our Intake Supervisor, among other things. He's called "Butch" because he so isn't!" I chuckled. "OK, see you soon." During the latter part of my conversation with Marco I had heard stirring behind me. Johnny was on his knees on the bed stretching this way and that and chattering softly to Joon, who was lazily playing with his still-soft cock and watching him. It sounded like Byron was in the bathroom. "Hey boys, good morning. You were both awesome with Byron last night." I kissed each of them, Johnny on the lips and Joon on the cheek. I knew it was too early in the morning for anything more challenging for Joon. "What we gonna do today? More swimming?" asked Johnny. "Well I'm gonna be in meetings all day and Byron's got to go to class. I don't know about you two." "I'm gonna stay in bed and read," Joon muttered. "Going through intellectual withdrawal?" "Or something," Joon grumped. Byron entered the room and Johnny bounced up to take his morning piss. "Hey man, how you feeling today?" I asked. Byron toweled his curly hair vigorously. "I'm feelin' late man. I can't miss my fourth period class." "Yeah? What is it?" It's fuckin' Pre-Calculus, and I'm already failing." "Failing? Man, aren't you gonna graduate in a couple of months?" "Not if I don't pass math. It's just too fuckin' hard." "How hard are you trying?" Byron glared at me as if insulted. "I'm trying!" he retorted. "Maybe you should get a tutor or something." "Shit, there ain't no tutors here. Plus, it's prob'ly too late anyway." "Then why you going?" interjected Joon. "Cause I ain't a quitter!" Byron shot back. "Hey, where's my clothes?" The boy began to pick through discarded flip flops, shoes and pants until he found them. He tugged his tight jeans on without underwear, and his huge cock extended several inches down one leg in a thick lump. "Shit, Byron, maybe if you let your math teacher get a good look at your crotch he'll pass you anyway," I laughed. "I wish," he replied. "Man, I can't go to class in this!" He looked at his bloody T-shirt. "I've got something you can wear." I fumbled through my drawers until I found a short-sleeved shirt with a collar. Byron tried it on. "Aw man, look at this thing," he complained, eying himself in the mirror. "You don't like my fashionable shirt?" Joon snickered. "Fashionable? They haven't worn shit like that since the 90's!" "Word!" Byron agreed, even though he continued to button it up. "Just tuck it in so it exposes your crotch," Joon advised. "Nobody's gonna be looking at your shirt." It was the first complimentary thing Joon had said to Byron, and the black boy gave an appreciative snicker. "Damn right." Johnny had come back from the bathroom and was listening to the conversation. "Byron, get Joon can help you with your math. He's real good." "Shit," Joon muttered. There was an awkward silence. "Shit, you don't want to help, or shit, you're not really that good?" I asked, allowing a slight note of disapproval to enter my voice. Joon eyed me, looking guilty. "I'm not that good." I knew he was lying. "I can do it on my own," Byron said firmly. His pride wouldn't allow him to be rejected by Joon. But the Korean boy was stuck, and he knew it. "Can I see your math book?" he asked faintly. "No time," Byron answered briskly, slipping his shoes on without socks. He turned to me. "I'll come and get my other stuff later. I gotta get to class now. I've already missed three periods." "Byron," I stopped him as he was about to walk out the door. I approached him and touched him lightly on the arm. "What happened in here last night . . . that was real, man. You can come here as often as you want, stay as long as you want. If you want sex, conversation, just a place to chill where you can kinda, you know, be yourself." "Yeah, Byron. You're our frien'," said sweet little Johnny. Byron swallowed, and then looked at Joon. His would be the deciding vote. Joon had been thinking, I knew. He got up and came over to where we stood at the door. "Hey Byron, I was wondering if maybe you could give me some help in the gym. You know, train me a little bit." I was speechless. I knew how incredibly hard it had to have been for him to ask for help for something he was as sensitive about as his skinny body. And to put pride aside and ask for that help from someone he had been so competitive with -- I was overwhelmed with admiration for him. I watched Byron almost swallow his tongue stifling a smile at the idea of Joon in the weight room. "Um, I guess." "Hey, guys, how about this?" I suggested. "Joon's not the most buff guy in the world and Byron's not the best math student in the world. So how about a trade? Each of you uses what you're good at to help the other guy?" Byron eyed Joon warily. "That'd be cool, I guess." "Sure," Joon replied brightly. "Bring your math stuff here tonight then?" "OK." "Just one thing though," Joon added. Byron paused, his hand on the doorknob. Joon suddenly had an evil grin on his face. "Afterwards, I'm gonna fuck you!" **************************************** The well-preserved, 50ish, slightly overweight queen eyed the new boy, his eyes wide with excitement. "Oh, HONEY!" he cried. "Am I gonna do a number on you! My gosh, look at that sexy little ass. Whoo-EE!!" I was enjoying the amusement, consternation and confusion that chased each other over Antonio's face as the Salvadoran boy experienced the full force of the man's over-the-top enthusiasm. Butch fluttered around the boy, checking him out from every angle while filling out some form and checking messages on his phone all at the same time. I gathered it was Butch's job to make new arrivals feel welcome and then supervise their makeovers. "Once we get you checked out and checked in I'm gonna work on that hair. Of course you'll have Miss Butch's famous facial, we'll get rid of any unsightly hairs that might mar your beauty, then we'll deal with those -- those clothes . . . " Butch pretended to restrain his disdain for the simple, baggy work clothes the boy wore. "Butch, maybe we better talk to him in Spanish -- I don't think his English is too good." This advice came from Alberto, a Spanish-speaking staff member I'd met a few minutes before. "Alberto, sweetie, you know I don't speak Spanish, and you're not NEARLY fabulous enough to translate ME! No, this sweet boy will understand me through my energy, my pah-shee-on! Words alone are for dullards!" He tickled the boy under the chin. "You understand me, don't you, hot stuff? Oh yes!" The boy had to grin in spite of himself. "Just let me take a shot at explaining to him what will be happening to him for the rest of the day. He's probably pretty anxious, you know," Alberto suggested. "Anxious? Don't be ridiculous, he's as content as a sexy little cat, aren't you baby? But all right, then, translate as follows: First off we'll be visiting the medical cabin for some dreary tests and such, and then I'll give our new starlet the makeover of a lifetime. We'll take a tour of the grounds and we may meet one or two of his teachers if I can tear those ninnies away from their coffee breaks. Then he'll get a chance to meet his dorm mates, settle in a bit, maybe enjoy a quick grope with a really cute one. OOH, the very thought! Dinner will fall in there somewhere. Then finally he'll be given his initiation into the black arts of sexual ecstasy. I of course would be the ideal person to initiate him, guide him, love him -- but my talents go unappreciated here, as ever." Three and a half years in Mexico had turned my meager high school Spanish into passable command of the language, and so I knew that Alberto did an admirable job of translation, right down to the "sexy little cat" reference. Butch was right -- the kid didn't really seem nervous, just a little self-conscious, and he chuckled softly but jovially at Butch's outrageousness, even if he didn't understand most of the words. "And you, Mr. Reporter," Butch continued, turning to me. "I suppose you'll be tagging along, ready to pounce and blow out of proportion anything that might tickle your readers' lust for scandal and sensation." I grinned. "I serve only Truth." "Hmm. Well, at least you're semi-gorgeous -- I guess that's a compensation." "What? Only `semi?'" "Don't push it, honey. Look around this place -- there's a hell of a lot of competition here and neither of us queens has got what we used to have." "Shit Butch, I don't know about you but I'm better than ever!" "Hmph," Butch waved me aside disdainfully. He then proceeded to lead us out of the office where we'd been sitting and out onto the grounds. A hundred yards or so away we entered a small building which was obviously a medical facility. He pointed us toward an office. "Now where is that queen? She was supposed to be here ten minutes ago," Butch fretted. He turned to Antonio, put a hand on his shoulder and confided, "You just can't get staff anymore, you know?" A quick call determined the physician assistant was out to lunch and would be returning in a half hour. "That might give me a chance to get some background on Antonio," I offered. Butch shrugged. "Interview away. I'll be back in my office pretending to be busy." I seated myself and gestured to Antonio to take a seat beside me. Alberto sat nearby. "I'll be here to translate if you need me." I gave Antonio a warm smile an extended my hand. "I'm Mike," I said in Spanish. He smiled a crooked, self-conscious smile and shook my hand. His hand was large for a 15-year old, his grip tentative but firm. "I'm Antonio," he said shyly in English. "Ah, you speak English?" "No, no, no!" he laughed. "May I ask you some questions? In Spanish, of course. You can correct me if I make a mistake!" He smiled. "Your Spanish is very good," he murmured. "Thank you. I am a magazine reporter. I am here to do a story about the boys at Young Lovers. Perhaps you will be in my story." He shook his head and laughed, "No, no." Antonio and I had a long conversation that consisted of him giving brief answers to a barrage of questions. He seemed to be a simple and very naive country boy from a small village in El Salvador. He had lived with his mother and two younger sisters and went to school "sometimes." He had not seen his father for years; he was a "bad man." He had an older brother who was not around much, and was apparently involved in a gang that sold drugs. Not long before Antonio had come under pressure from his brother and some local hoodlums to join the gang also. To avoid this pressure he had gone to stay in the city with his cousin for awhile. It was there that he had discovered sex. His cousin, who was several years older, had taught him to masturbate, and the two of them would jack each other off. It was obvious Antonio had strong feelings for his cousin, who he blushingly described as "very handsome." He and his cousin had discovered Young Lovers online and his cousin had made a video of Antonio masturbating, which he then helped Antonio send to Young Lovers. "You must be a sexy boy if Young Lovers signed you to a contract based on one video," I opined. He shrugged in embarrassment. "Why did you want to come to Young Lovers?" He shrugged again. "There was nothing to do in my village." "You wanted to make some money." "Yes." "Do you like sex with men?" He was silent. "Antonio? It's OK. I like sex with boys. It's nothing to be embarrassed about." I patted him on the arm. He had some fine brown hairs beginning to show on his forearms. "I never did it. Only with my cousin." He made a brief jacking off motion, looking even more embarrassed. "Do you want to?" He shrugged. "You know you will have lots of sex here, all kinds, don't you." He nodded. "And you have hardly any experience." He shook his head and ran fingers through his wavy, medium-length hair. "Does it seem fun?" He shrugged. "Maybe." "Did Young Lovers contact you online? "On the computer. Then Mr. Hernandez came." "Does he work for Young Lovers?" "Yes. He helped me get these papers and get on the plane. He is very nice." "Did he check you out first?" The boy looked confused. "You know -- did he look at you naked? Do anything sexual with you?" He blushed. "He wanted to see my -- you know -- my cock. He didn't touch me though." He wanted to see if you were as advertised?" "I guess.'" "He must have liked what he saw!" The boy shrugged awkwardly and blushed more deeply. "You are very cute when you blush," I flirted. He blushed even more and looked around the room as if searching for an escape route. "Sorry. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. You are a nice boy, Antonio." His eyes found mine and seemed to search -- for what? Safety? Honesty? Something else? It wasn't long before Butch returned, and shortly thereafter a handsome young man appeared, dressed in physician's white, who ducked his head with an apologetic smile. "Honey, I have things to do, where have you been?" Butch exclaimed. He introduced me to Lance. "I'm gonna leave these three hotties here with you while I take care of a couple of things. How long do you think this will take?" The young man found a clipboard and consulted it. "His medical records are pretty much nonexistent," he noted. "So probably an hour." "Excellent. I'll have time to douche up and have some coffee. My energy is flagging." He turned to me. "I'm just back from two weeks off in the States and I haven't yet recovered from my vacation. I'm not as young as I used to be. I'll be back in an hourish." With that the hurricane that was Butch flounced out of the room again. "I probably don't really need to watch an hour-long physical, but what boylover is going to pass up a chance to watch a cute boy get handled naked?" I explained. Lance and Alberto both laughed. "He'll need a shower first," said Lance. "Take him through to the shower area, and get him started, OK Alberto?" The translator nodded and took the boy out. While he was showering I took the opportunity to find out more about what was going to happen with Antonio, and also medical care on the island generally. "So when it comes to medical services here, you're it?" Lance smiled. "Pretty much. I'm a physician assistant with some prior clinical experience, and I can handle most of what comes up here. Sprains and strains, gastroenteritis -- garden variety stuff. The occasional broken leg or respiratory tract infection." "I guess Joon Tiang has kept you busier than usual lately!" "Yes indeed -- you know him?" "Yeah, he and I have, uh, hit it off. He's staying with me right now." The light went on. "Oh, you're the guy who beat him at the Game! I heard about that -- I'm just now connecting the dots! Well good for you. Maybe he'll quit putting guys in the hospital now." "Maybe. What about more serious things? I'm sure there have been emergencies." "We actually have some pretty sophisticated equipment for such a small clinic, so we've been able to stabilize people until we can get a plane out here. That usually only takes a couple of hours. It's usually not the boys or staff, but the guests. Not all of them are in great shape, as you might have noticed. We've had some arrythmia, a couple of heart attacks, a mild stroke. Actually a diabetic coma was the most serious thing -- that was touch and go for a few hours, but the guy pulled through." "So what are your responsibilities as far as new arrivals like Antonio here? I guess there must be a big variation in the health of the boys that arrive here." "There's kind of two groups, with a big gap in the middle. Most of the American and European kids are healthy, although inner city kids sometimes have had very bad care. But then we get kids from poor countries and some of them have literally never been to a doctor. No shots, no dental care, nothing. Like this guy here. I won't know for sure til I get into the exam, but just from a quick look I'd say he's had very little care." "How can you tell?" "Well, notice he's got a scar on his wrist that looks to have been a pretty serous injury that healed on its own without stitches. And the way he keeps scratching his head makes me think he may have lice." "Jesus." I could see this guy was very observant, which I've always taken as a sign of intelligence. "It's actually pretty common. We'll deal with it promptly. It's the reason new intakes come to me first before getting anywhere near the dorms. We learned about that the hard way. Anyway, I'll check him over thoroughly, ask him about his health history, probably give him some inoculations, and take some specimens -- blood, semen, urine, the usual. We'll send those to the lab in Manila. Initial treatment isn't completed until we get those results back and address any problems they may indicate." "Semen? What's that about?" "Prostate health. The average teenage male doesn't usually need to be checked but a lot of kids who come here turn out to have been sexually active from an early age, voluntarily or otherwise. So there are sometimes cases of damage due to infection or injury. Juvenile diabetes is also possible. These things are not common, but they do happen." "Plus it gives the physician assistant a little thrill," I grinned. "It's a win-win," Lance grinned back, with a bit of a blush. To ease any possible embarrassment I said, "I'll enjoy that too!" Lance and I chatted about life on the island in general until the door swung open and Antonio and Alberto returned to the room. Antonio wore only a bath towel around his waist. The boy had a clean slender build, his pecs just beginning to get some definition, his arms slender but not skinny. He was a tallish boy for his age, probably weighing 125 to 130 pounds. His damp wavy brown hair stuck out in all directions, and his dark eyes flashed with self-consciousness as he stood half naked in front of three clothed men. Addressing him through Alberto's translation, Lance said, "We'll begin with some questions, OK Antonio?" "Lots of questions," the boy commented with a smile. There was something about him I already liked, and it wasn't just those cute pecs and incipient six-pack that were speaking to me. "Just relax now and answer as honestly as you can. We're all here to help you." There followed a short interview about past health history, and the upshot was that, as Lance had expected, he had received little care throughout his life. There had been no doctor in his village; he thought maybe there was a clinic some miles away. The boy said he thought he was very healthy. "Well, let's see," said Lance. He began by checking the boys mouth, teeth, ears, vision, and visual tracking, and gave several tests that I recognized as neurological checks. He checked his scalp. "Hmm. No lice," he commented. As Lance worked on him he touched him constantly: a reassuring hand on a shoulder, a caress of an arm, a pat on the back. His manner was gentle and confident, and the boy seemed responsive and relaxed. Lance then listened to the boy's heart and breathing, which he pronounced excellent, and took his blood pressure. I was content to watch the procedures, because the boy's young springy body was beautiful and his manner pleasing. Next he had the boy lie down and began gently probing his stomach area and lower belly, determining there was nothing tender or otherwise painful. The boy seemed very relaxed, his honey brown belly giving way readily as Lance pushed here and there. Then Lance had the boy stand up and he gently took the towel away. Of course my eyes immediately went to the boy's crotch, and I'm sure four other eyes did too. The boy had a slim, moderately long cock, perhaps four and a half inches in length and uncircumcised. His balls hung fairly low in what looked to be a crinkled hairless sack. He had a modest amount of curly brown pubic hair, extending only about three inches above the root of his cock and no wider than his scrotum. Lance handled a potentially uncomfortable moment well. He put his hand on the boy's shoulder and gave him a big smile. "You have a beautiful cock, Antonio." The boy smiled awkwardly even before Alberto translated, which told me he understood a fair amount of English after all. Lance reached down and handled the boy's cock gently, retracting the foreskin and feeling the erectile tissue. He gave the boy another big grin, and the boy responded with a nervous smile. Then he reached down and caressed the boy's smallish balls, feeling for lumps or any other abnormalities. He took what seemed to me a bit longer than absolutely necessary, and the boy's cock seemed to lengthen slightly. "All very healthy," he pronounced. The boy smiled and shifted his weight self-consciously. "OK, now we need a semen sample. I'm going to give you a choice, Antonio. You can go into that little room over there and jack off and collect the semen that way, or we can jack you off and help you cum out here. It will feel a lot better if we help you but if you're too shy you can do it by yourself. Which do you prefer?" Once Alberto had translated, Antonio's eyebrows shot up in surprise, and he looked nervously from Lance to Alberto to me, licking his lips. There was a long pause. Finally he drew a breath. "Ustedes pueden ayudarme." You can help me, he said in a soft, clear voice. "Has anyone touched you here before?" Lance caressed his cock with a fingertip. He shuddered slightly. "Yes." "How many people?" "Just one." His eyes glazed over, as happens when a person gives in to memory. "Someone special," I commented, remembering our earlier conversation. "Yes," he whispered, emotion passing over his face. I could feel the other two adults watching me. "It's good when it's special," I said gently. "But sometimes it can be fun even if it's not with a special person. Shall we make it fun?" He came back to the present at looked at me uncertainly. I placed my hand on his shoulder and gazed deeply into his eyes. "We won't hurt you." "It's OK," he finally answered in his soft voice. Lance took over. "OK Antonio, lie back here on the exam table. That's it." He swung two metal stirrups into position. "Now place your feet up here into these." Once the boy had positioned himself his legs were spread far enough that his butt cheeks were open and his dusky pink asshole was just visible. A smattering of brown hairs outlined it. Lance snapped a latex glove onto his hand, scooped some lube onto his index finger, and began carefully inserting it into the boy's ass. "Try to relax. This will help your semen come out." Lance pressed, twisted and expertly inserted his finger all the way before the boy could react. A sharp intake of breath followed. Lance began slowly withdrawing and then reinserting his finger. After a minute Antonio's cock began to steadily lengthen, and soon his glans began to emerge, pink and shiny, from the collar of foreskin. As if this were his cue, Alberto gently gripped the boy's cock, squeezed it, and then began sliding the vey loose foreskin up and down. Antonio gasped and closed his eyes. I decided to work on the emotional part. I seated myself behind the boy's head and placed my hands on his slim brown shoulders, gently massaging them. "Just let the pleasure happen," I cooed. "We're gonna make you feel so good . . . That's it . . . Yes, let that big beautiful cock get hard . . . Yeah. . . Your balls are full of juice and we're gonna milk it out of you so the doctor can make sure you're healthy . . . We want you to have lots of happy, healthy sex . . . That's a good boy . . . Take a nice deep breath now -- that's it -- and let it out, and just relax. Good . . . Just let us take care of you . . . You're safe here with us . . . We just want you to feel good. Sooo good." I worked my massaging hands up his neck and then gently caressed his chest, murmuring encouragement all the while. His eyes were closed and his body felt nice and limp despite how excited his cock was becoming. Soon it seemed to have reached its full hardness, a slim 6 1/2 inches, and precum was beginning to pearl at the small opening. Lance continued to work his finger steadily in and out in time with Alberto's strokes. After another minute of this Antonio began to breathe more rapidly and perspiration began to bead on his forehead and moisten his upper lip, where a faint moustache was barely making an appearance. Small veins were beginning to stand out on his sword-like cock. A minute after that Lance called a halt. "OK, Antonio, it won't be too long right? We've gotta collect your sperm, so I'm gonna put a condom on you now." I couldn't tell for sure from the boy's face if he even knew what a condom was. A foil packet appeared in Lance's hand, and he tore it open, placed a bright pink condom against the boy's glans and expertly rolled it down. The boy's belly sucked in involuntarily. Alberto and Lance then resumed their ministrations. After a minute the boy was breathing more rapidly again, and he fidgeted slightly on the table. His skin was becoming moist under my massaging fingers. Alberto's hand was moving more rapidly up and down the boy's organ. I lowered my lips near the boy's ear. "Pretend it's your cousin's hand on you," I softly suggested. "Imagine you're back there now with him. Remember." I could see from the boy's expression he was instantly there. His face filled with emotion. He panted and grimaced. Alberto and Lance both kept pounding the boy. He gasped and tossed his head. Suddenly he arched up from the table, gave a sharp cry, and began filling the condom with spurt after spurt of jism. "Yeah! Yeah!" I whispered in encouragement, as he gasped and hunched. When he was finished he lay back heavily, panting hard. Lance slowly withdrew his finger from the boy's ass and then removed the condom from his still rigid cock as I patted and caressed the boy's sweaty shoulders. "That's good Antonio. You made a lot of cum." After a minute the by slowly propped himself up on an elbow, and looked around, as if reorienting himself to the room. Then Lance had him pee in a cup and took some blood from his arm. As he was finishing up with that Butch returned. "Oh my, I cannot look!" Butch shrieked, dramatically shielding his eyes. " I CANNOT LOOK! You are too beautiful! How can you two just stand there while this naked vision of spectacular sexiness is merely a few inches away! Oh my god! Oh you MUST put something on or I will cum in my panties right now, I swear! You have a robe or something for him, don't you, Sugar?" Lance found a white terrycloth robe, and the boy hopped down from the table and put it on. "Oh, that's better" Butch exclaimed, fanning himself. "My God it smells like cum in here! Did you all get into the act, or did this boy produce so much milk all on his own? Oh I'll bet you did!" Butch squeezed the boy's bicep. "God you're so hot!" Antonio smiled broadly, clearly becoming more comfortable with Butch's outrageousness. "Well, kiddies, it's time for me to take over," Butch continued. "Now my little stud, we're going over to my place -- and so many have heard THOSE words before, I can assure you," he exclaimed, looking knowingly at Antonio. "And FEW have regretted hearing them, let me tell you that! Alberto, honey, it seems like Mike here speaks Spanish so well he can probably handle translation if you have something else you need to do. Mike, can you grab up the boy's things and come with us? And let's find some flip flops for him to wear. Lance, I'll see you tomorrow -- another boy is due in. Try to be here when you're supposed to be, OK Sugar?" In a few minutes we were ensconced at Butch's workplace, a large room adjacent to his office which looked like a combination beauty salon and men's store. "All right, honey, I'm going to start making you even more gorgeous than you already are," announced Butch. "Just place your robe over there and have a seat right here in his chair." Antonio, now naked again, sat down in a comfortable looking chair that tilted backward slightly. There was a circular, foot-wide, high intensity lamp like those dermatologists use, which Butch swung over and switched on. He then proceeded to go over every inch of the front of the boy's body with clinical detachment, his professed inability to look at the boy naked somehow suddenly gone. "What are you looking for, Butch?" I inquired. "Impediments to beauty, my boy. Anything, however small, that might even slightly impede our guests' appreciation of our young man's beauty. Acne, hairs in the wrong places, dry skin, nails needing care -- all the things that most males in their monumental inattentiveness fail to properly address. All right, Sugar, let's just stand up now and turn around. That's it." Butch went over the boy's back, ass and legs in the same meticulous manner. Finally he had finished. "What's the verdict?" "Well, he'll need a complete exfoliation, but that's standard, and I'll do a facial, of course. His hair needs major work, and we'll wait another four or five weeks to gain some length. I have a couple things in mind to tide him over. Something a little spiky with highlighted tips, I think. There's some minor dandruff to address. Very little acne for a boy of his age. Like a lot of Latins he's had inadequate sun exposure -- we'll start him on a tanning gel regime. The one big decision is about body hair. Stand up, Sweetheart, let me get some distance." Butch's manner had completely changed. Gone was the swishy outrageous queen. He was now serious, focused, analytical -- and I could see why Young Lovers completely turned new arrivals over to him for processing. In his own way he was a craftsman. The boy stood and Butch circled him, eying him from every angle. I thought of a chubby, benevolent wolf looking for an opening to pounce. "You have to match the extent of body hair to the boy overall -- not just his musculature but his energy, his innocence, the proportion of femininity to masculinity. You've got to FEEL the fit," Butch mused, more to himself than to me. "Of course one doesn't know what they'll do with him at the gym. Gino's a dear but he does sometimes get carried away with that triangle look he loves. Do you know that one?" He glanced at me, but I could see he was on a roll that required no participation from me. "Super worked out deltoids to give maximum width at the top, very defined lats for taper, the stripping off all fat at the waist and hips to narrow them as extremely as possible. I hope they don't bulk him up -- this boy needs a slim, streamlined look, not too much shoulder. It's not one size fits all." Butch sighed, the soliloquy apparently over. He knelt and examined the boy's shins again, then lifted his arms to look at underarm hair, I assumed. He stood up and seemed to have come to a decision. "Well then, here's what we'll do. I'm going to remove a fair amount of hair -- you can't have a streamlined look with clumps and layers of hair impeding the movement of the eye. Now I actually need your help, dear." "What can I do?" "I need translation. When he signed his contract he agreed to permanent hair removal at the discretion of Young Lovers. That would be moi. However, Martin insists that we double check with them again right before the procedure. And you know, it is fair -- it's actually a big step." "What do you mean?" "It's permanent hair removal, sweetie. For example, if a male goes the rest of his life without pubic hair that's a big deal, yes?" "Yeah, sure. But couldn't they just shave instead? I mean, that's what most people do." "Oh, shaving is barbaric! For one thing, in as little as three hours there is stubble -- tiny, yes, but perceptible. In a busy week a boy may have five, even six nights with guests -- that's shaving every day or every other day. Plus it frequently causes rashes. And worst of all it toughens the skin. All that beautiful, soft translucence -- gone! Oh, it's just a horrible thing. And I used to have to do it for them -- I mean, eight, ten, twelve a day! Ugh! So when they invented these laser-guided depilatators, it was a godsend. And the newest ones are better than ever. Of course I begged Martin to get me one as soon as they came out, which he did, that angel!" "So you're going to remove Antonio's pubic hair?" "Agh! No! My God, do you think I have no taste?! Of course not! That wouldn't be the right look for him at all!" "Well, what then?" "He has a little hair on his balls, a bit around his asshole and a bit more along his perineum -- all that will have to go, of course. His pubic hair is fine right now. He has a bit of a treasure trail starting -- very light hairs, you may not have noticed. On some boys that should be left, but not on this one. The lower legs are perfect right now, though they may need some work later. There's very little on the back his thighs, but it will definitely go. Under his arms I may just shorten a little. There's not enough facial hair starting to bother with now -- in a few months it will probably be a different story. Now what I need from you is simple, sweetie. Just remind him of the contract he signed, tell him that he has the right to change his mind at this point, summarize for him what I just said and then get his OK." "Well, what if he changes his mind?" Butch frowned. "Butchie will be very unhappy!" I saw that it was my job to get Antonio to OK Butch's plan. I needn't have worried. I explained exactly what Butch intended to do, and Antonio only had one question. "Will it hurt much?" I relayed this to Butch. "He won't feel a thing! That's the beauty of it!" He gestured to an odd-looking mechanical contraption on a portable stand next to the table. "These new machines are so good they don't even have to go all the way to the root of the hair to deaden it, and the anesthetic cream that we have now is flawless. You could use it for dental surgery it's so good!" "Really?" He rolled his eyes. "No, you ninny! God! Now tell him!" I did and Antonio looked somewhat reassured. "It's OK," he murmured. The boy looked at the machine a bit anxiously. "I will stay here with you the whole time," I said, while I looked questioningly at Butch. He nodded a definite OK. And so I did. It took not much more than a half hour for Butch and his little machine to work over the boy's body. I sat with Antonio, asking him questions to keep him distracted, cracking jokes to keep him relaxed, and massaging his neck and scalp so he would feel cared for. Even when Butch had the boy's arms stretched over his head working on his underarm hair the boy still held my gaze. By the time Butch was finished I could tell by the look in the boy's eyes that he had bonded with me. In his soft brown eyes that lingered on mine, his maturing but still open, childlike face and his brave smile I saw a young teen who desperately needed a man's love. I then sat and chatted some more with him as Butch gave him a facial and then worked on his hair. By the time he had finished the boy's skin glowed and his hair had been straightened a bit, spiked up and highlighted with blond-brown tips. I sat back and gazed. "You look fantastic!" I proclaimed. The boy beamed. "Ahem!" Butch harrumphed. "Oh, right, sorry. You ARE the master, Butch. All praise." He sniffed and said to the boy, "Now let's get you something to wear. Personally I'd be fine with you walking your hot little body around naked all day, but there are rules." I translated and Antonio giggled, shyly but proudly too. Butch rummaged through shelves of clothing that lined one long wall. "Mr. Brown will tailor you a complete wardrobe eventually, but he's backed up right now, so I can get you some things to tide you over. These things should look passable, but the man's an absolute genius with a sewing machine, so wait until you squeeze into his clothes -- honey, you will look even more fabulous than you do already." He looked fabulous enough once Butch had dressed him. He first handed him a pair of briefs. "No bikini underwear or silly thongs can compare with a pair of brand new, perfectly fitting briefs. But they must fit perfectly, and they must be snow white. Try these." Antonio self-consciously put them on and tucked himself in. "You're too big to get it all in!" I laughed, exaggerating a bit. Antonio grinned with embarrassment. The briefs fit snugly. Butch nodded approvingly. Then he had the boy don a sleeveless red T-shirt, a tiny bit too small, and powder blue jeans, a tiny bit too big, What Antonio was most interested in, though, was the brand new sneakers Butch gave him. He laced them up carefully and admired them as we chatted a bit. Noticing the boy's interest, Butch commented, "Here the boys wear flip-flips most of the time -- it's really too hot for shoes, especially leather ones like these. But you know boys and basketball shoes." I nodded. Then Antonio said he had to go to the bathroom. While he was gone I told Butch I had some things I needed to do. "Well, you have certainly been more than helpful -- you helped the boy relax and cooperate with this whole process. It's hard for them when they first come, you know. They're straight off a long plane ride and they're being stripped and examined and gone over with a fine tooth comb by a bunch of strange queens -- and I mean that in the best possible way. And this one doesn't speak English, which makes it worse, I'm sure. I can see the boy takes to you." "Yeah, I like him. I'll just say goodbye when he gets back." But when the boy returned there was obviously something on his mind. "Senor?" he began. "Mike," I corrected. "Mike. What are they going to do to me tonight?" I guessed he was apprehensive about the sex. "You mean the sex part?" He nodded. "Well they'e going to teach you everything you need to know." He frowned and looked uncomfortable. "I'm sure you knew this would happen. They have to teach you how to please the guests you visit." "I know." The boy shifted his feet and looked around the room. "Antonio, it's OK if you don't have much experience. Actually many men like that better." His eyebrows went up. "They do?" "Yes." He looked unconvinced. "Have you -- did you have any sex in El Salvador besides, you know, what you did with your cousin?" He hung his head and didn't answer. "You enjoyed it with him, though." He looked at me almost pleadingly and nodded. "He knew how to make you feel good." "Yes," he whispered. "That's why you thought you might like it at Young Lovers?" He nodded, still holding my gaze. "Well, I hope you will like it here. The staff who help new boys learn about sex are very nice, they tell me." He dropped his gaze to the floor. "Can I . . ." he stopped. "What is it?" "Can you . . . " He looked up beseechingly. "Can you be my -- my teacher? My teacher about sex?" My heart was touched by the undefended plea of this innocent boy, naked and alone in a foreign place with no one but strangers around him. And I can't deny that my heart wasn't the only thing that leaped up a bit. "Well, there are specially trained staff members who do that. They are experts." The boy was silent and downcast. "Well whatever have you said to him?" Butch cried. "He looks like he just lost his best friend! Oh, what is it, Sugar?" Butch asked, embracing the boy with an arm and chucking him under the chin. "Well, he asked me if I could be the one who, you know, broke him in tonight and I told him no." "No? Why ever not?" I was dumfounded. "What do you mean? I don't -- I don't know what's expected! I --" "Oh for heaven's sake, you teach him to kiss, you jack him, you suck him, you rim him, he sucks you, he fucks you -- it's not like you haven't done it all a hundred times! Jesus! Just don't fuck him, since he's a virgin and that's a big, big money maker." "But, I --" "If you pass up a night with this adorable creature you are a complete idiot, and you should have your gay credentials revoked and be tied to a chair and forced to have sex with Angela Merkel!" "Would it -- I'm not on staff -- would it be OK with Martin?" "Martin couldn't care less! You just have to clear it with Marco, and he won't be a problem." "Well, OK, I guess I could call him." "No, I"LL call him. If you call him he'll just avoid giving you an answer until he talks to me. So let's just cut out the middle man, shall we?" He picked up the phone, called Marco and in less than thirty seconds had hung up. "What did he say?" "Ah, suddenly you're all eager! He said yes, of course!" I was delighted. "Really! Well, this is an unexpected bonus! Thank you Butch!" Butch gently pinched Antonio's rather long, slender nose and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I couldn't bear to see this little angel disappointed!" Butch looked at me and suddenly his eyes held sincerity. "Marco did emphasize the importance of being affectionate and sex positive, but I get the feeling that's you anyway." I leaned forward and gave Butch a big kiss. "You're the best, man!" "AAAAAAH!" he shrieked. "He kissed me! OOOH, I now have my evening's masturbation fantasy!" Antonio, who had been looking from Butch to me to Butch trying to figure out what was happening, laughed but was still confused. I grabbed his face in both hands and gave him a lingering kiss on the mouth. When I withdrew he looked shocked but happy. Butch waved me toward the door. "Out, out! Antonio and I still have more orientation, more miles to go before we sleep -- if only it were in the same bed!" I gave Antonio a wink as I headed out the door. He gave me a cute little wave back, still looking a bit stunned but grinning from ear to ear. `I'll have Alberto meet us and take over translation," Butch called. "Oh, and I won't have the boy come to your apartment tonight. We have a special room we use to initiate the first timers. They like to call it the Love Room. I'll have him there at 8. I'll give you a few more instructions then -- nothing major." "Where is this Love Room?" "Just follow your nose, Honey," Butch advised as he shut the door. "The fragrance of young cum is unmistakable!"