Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2002 20:28:58 +0000
From: Vilhelm Algodon <donalgo7@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Shark Prowls

The Shark prowls for Victims. No-one would doubt that he is a perfect
example of manhood. His short shaved hairstyle is a la mode, while his
icy-blue eyes can speak humour easily and glibly to his Victim's delight.
The Shark's eyes are never fully open. They look into their victim, not at
him. Shark's mind is a deep well of lust, as he prowls for Victims, usually
lonely young men.

His white skin is perfectly tanned all over his body, yet allowing rosy pink
warmth to his cheeks. His lips are full, inviting, always on the move,
purring soft words. He is the perfect extrovert, who displays an apparent
total interest in the person he is talking to. His voice has a slight
rasping sound which to some is affected, but to the unwary is melodious,
entrancing, bewitching. He is, of course, a born actor.

Shark takes an inordinate pride in his male member. He fondles and admires
it for hours on end, and the truth is that he has every right to be proud of
it. It is a full 8+ inches, thick and robust, always ready for duty. Give
him the chance and it will be the subject of a long, rambling discourse. I
sometimes think that even when doing other things, as for example repairing
his beloved motorbike, his mind is actually fully involved with his male
member. In this way he builds up his lust and goes out, a Predator, to stalk
a Victim.

The Shark finds his Victim, Safron. He stalks in the local Library, passing
himself off as a studious type. Shark knows that the bookish youth are more
gullible to seduction. Bright they may be, but are not learned in street
craft. By apparently casual looks and gazes, squinting his eyes, he turns
young Safron on, smiles at him as their gaze meets. Finds occasion to pass
his chair, touches him, apologizes for the touch. By this time the Lad is
beginning to breathe a little too deeply.

Another warm smile, fixed on his face, and Safron senses something like an
electric shock. He cannot understand what is happening to him, but he likes
intensely what he sees, this superb figure of manhood, this kindly guy who
seems genuinely interested in him. Soon Shark opens a conversation and
Safron is doomed - An invitation to study together at Shark's place, five
minutes in his Mercedes! On the way his chatter is non-stop, and his young
companion is mentally absorbed by his every word. No-one ever pays this much
attention to him.

A friendly chat at Shark's apartment. Ignorant of the light spiking of his
drink, Safron is swept up by the Shark's penetrating gaze, which never
leaves his face. Shark finds the Boy delightful and plays him along with
much talk, accompanied by playful banter, until finally the subject turns to
sex. The talk becomes hypnotic  and erotic to sweet Sharon, while at times,
to make a point, Shark touches his knee, strokes his thigh briefly. Safron
never guesses what is happening, for no known reason his mind is heady.
Quickly it becomes too late.

Talk turns to actions. Safron is flattered by the tender attentions of the
Shark, who exploits his naivete, tantalising him with soft physical touch.
He playfully, jokingly, lifts his shirt revealing Safron's sweet white skin.
Shark chides him by comparison with his own well tanned hide. Safron needs
to bare himself to fresh air and the elements more. Shark will teach him
how. At first the Boy is afraid, aware that he is out of his depth, swimming
in unchartered waters. Shark chides him, banters, teases, humiliates him.

Very soon the Victim is responding. Feeling the warmth of  Shark's hands now
on his nipple, his own reaches out to stroke Shark's thigh, while he gazes
up adoringly into his eyes, his face, his hair, his neck. He has never felt
this sensation before, and he is powerless to control it.

Shark knows  he can move in for the Kill. He suggests to his Victim that he
might like to see his full tanned body, at which Safron gives a little gasp,
but radiantly, innocently, approves. Shark invites the Lad to undress his
sexual tutor, so that Safron is himself taking the responsibility this
implies. Every movement reveals his superb body, little by little, inviting
the Boy to study each part, as he affectionately holds Safron's face between
his hands. Finally he drops his briefs, revealing his curly-haired crotch,
surrounding a superb male tool, and a lovely basket of pelt cradling two
low-lying testicles. Instinctively, not knowing what he is doing, Safron
bends his head and, imprudently, kisses a male cock, which he has never seen
before, apart from his own.

Shark chuckles with delight, lifts Safron's face and kisses him gently on
the cheek. Victim blushes deeply red, with an unintelligible, to him, sense
of shame.

Now Shark slowly undresses him. Leaving his t-shirt on, he takes off his
shoes, socks, trousers, and pauses as he puts his thumbs into the top of his
underwear. Safron turns a little suspicious, afraid, wants to draw back.

Now Shark must use his great skills at reassuring the Lad that there is no
danger, no wrong in what he is about to do. His gentle, purring voice, his
penetrating eyes caringly penetrating into Safron's soul, his gentle touch,
undermine all resistance, and finally his private parts are laid bare.

He blushes. Never man has seen those parts since he was 7, except for one
visit to the doctor. Certainly those parts have never felt as they do now,
with his cock stiffening, as Shark talks smoothly of its beauty, its
strength, of Safron's right to be proud of it, and of its accompanying
balls, his mass of gently red-coloured hair.

Shark moves forward as if to take Safron's penis in his mouth, but, as
intended, Safron begs leave, and takes Shark's cock in his hand, fondles it,
then puts his lips around the head, tonguing the tip. The Victim has bitten
the Bullet and from this point there will be no turning back. Shark leans
back with a deep sigh of satisfaction, running his fingers through Safron's
hair and pressing his head down into his own crotch.

Poor boy, little does he know the danger that awaits him - that of becoming
hooked to that one Cock, which is what the Shark wants. Shark's cock throbs
with sensual delight and he begins to gently fuck Safron's face, sending
shivering gasps of passion and thrills through the Boy's frame.

To Shark's unexpected delight, Safron's hand instinctively infiltrates his
legs, and his long finger penetrates Shark's anus. Now both are gasping with
loud groans. But Shark is in full control, where the Lad is not. The Boy is
lost in a new-found sea of lust, while Shark takes careful stock of the
situation. The Lad is his for the picking, and he is a plumb taking, for his
instincts show him to be made for a life of slavery to his new-found master,
or to another.

But the evening's work must be completed. Shark now swings the Boy round,
rubs his oil-smeared finger up the Lad's crack, and inserts his own finger,
as the Boy had done. Safron gasps his `yes!' in delight. Shark grasps his
hips firmly and plunges his tool into the deep recesses of the boy's anus.
He holds it there a little while, then begins his eager thrusts, while his
fingers fondle and stroke the boy's penis. As he thrusts forward the Boy
gasps repeatedly, breathing deeply, almost suffocated by his own lust. In a
few minutes, with strong  deep jabs Shark spurts his milk into Safron's
depths. His virginity has been robbed by a man he barely knows!

Laughing Shark rolls the Lad over and gives him the compensation prize, his
lips slurping all over his private parts, till his mouth masturbates the
Boy's penis with deep professional thrusts. It is the most delicious
sensation Safron has ever had, he moans, thrashes out with his arms almost
hysterically, and finally collapses with a spurt of cream all over Shark's
body. They laugh and roll together on the floor, rubbing the spunk all over
each other's chest. Safron knows that he has acquired a lover, who he will
never wish to leave; Shark knows that he has acquired a new slave to join
the other six on his ranch 20 miles from town.

From this point there will be no way back for Safron. It will become his
daily delight to suck his master's cock and feel its depth deep inside
himself. He will receive no payment but will gladly deliver himself to his
master's delight. He will never know a higher calling.

As Shark shares a drink and chat with his young friend, he draws up in his
mind the terms of the 3-year contract the lad will sign. It will take a week
of daily stirring and draining of his young Victim's lusts before he will be
ready to sign the contract, but Shark is sure in the belief that by the time
the  3 years are over and he is free to leave, Safron will declare in the
biblical manner: "I love my master, I will not go out free."

If you enjoyed this story please let me know. This is my first. Where do I
go from here? A peak into the Shark's escort breeding farm? Advice? I also
have ideas for other stories. Catch me at email: donalgo7@hotmail.com