Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2002 23:50:21 +0000
From: Vilhelm Algodon <donalgo7@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Shark Prowls, Part 2

The Shark Prowls, Part 2

The Seduction continues

Safron would never forget the next four days of pure lust. In Shark's
luxurious penthouse flat his new friend indulged him to the maximum. They
ate well, played well, talked well, but above everything else they indulged
their carnal appetites to the full. His new Master (Safron himself
introduced the title) proved his total command of the demands of sexual
leadership. He bantered, he cajoled, he threatened, and encouraged his new
pupil. Above all he loved him to bits, both physically and emotionally.
Safron was lost in a whirlwind passion of lust. He, a boy who had barely
ever done more than wank himself once a week, became in three days a walking
bag of lust.

Shark knew exactly how to develop this young sexual freshman. He would have
the lad sit on his lap, while they talked, and his hand would gently rub his
inner thighs. Then he would draw his body closer to his own and begin to
slowly and gently kiss him. His range of kisses, which often lasted 15
minutes, would take in his face, neck, ears (nibbled), shoulders, arms and
breasts. Safron simply lay there in his arms, soaking in every movement his
Master made. After a while, however, with his thighs now being visited by a
soft hand (they were both naked, since this is how they roamed the flat for
the whole four days), his passion flared and he moved to respond. But Master
was having none of it. He locked the boy's two hands in a vice-like grip,
and continued his gentle friction on his thighs. Soon he was fondling his
crotch, squeezing his balls, rubbing his cock, while at the same time he
would lock the boy's mouth in a powerful, coercive kiss. Safron began to
find it difficult to breathe, and thrashed around, but his Master still
asserted his pressure, up to the point he was sure the lad could take it.
This again would last for at least 15 more minutes.

Then he suddenly released him altogether. The effect was explosive. Like a
shot from a gun the youth swung the man over on the settee and sat on him.
Now it is my turn he shouted triumphantly, and began to smother Shark with
kisses, licks and suckings. He worked feverishly on his nipples, licking,
sucking and biting them, so that even the man began to squirm under the
pain, but he did not refuse it.

His mouth went down the belly, licking and sucking from hip to hip, until
finally he found what he longed for the long, strong, powerful rod which
Shark had hidden between his legs. He gobbled at it, and his Master groaned,
conscious the boy had a lot to learn as yet, but his time would come. Better
to let his lust have free rein for the present. At times the pressure of
this madman was too much, and Shark would tell him to back off.

Finally Shark had had enough. He turned the boy over on his back (sometimes
onto his knees and elbows, doggy-like), lifted his legs over his own
shoulders and oiled his ass-hole. He did the same for his own penis, which
he then invited the lad to stroke, kiss and fondle, while he himself waited
for the right moment. He had an uncanny way of knowing at what moment to
strike, both for his own as for his partner's satisfaction.

About ten minutes passed, and he then removed the boy's hands and ran his
penis up and down the crack. It was a delightful sensation for them both,
but the boy screeched for him to plunge it deep inside his anus. He teased
him for some time, continuing the slobbering of the wet cock up the lad's
crack, until the boy begged and pleaded with him to fuck him. Suddenly he
grabbed his hips firmly and plunged his big knob into this love-hole. Safron
at first screamed, then sobbed a little, but quickly got over it, and begged
him to go right down to the depths of his body. Which Shark was very happy
to do. Then he held it there, waiting for the boy's reactions. These were
soon very positive, as his eyes looked up, begging for action.

Shark bent down and kissed his Victim, slowly, intensely, whispering love
into his ears. Tears ran down Safron's face, and he responded with tender
kissing and tongueing. Then Master began to pull his cock out, and slowly
plunge it down in again. This he did several times, and Safron began to
respond excitedly. When the head of the invading cock started pushing
against his prostate he let go of his Master's buns which he had been
frantically holding and began squirming around on the bed in ecstasy. He
then did something quite extraordinary, which pleased Shark no end, since he
had not taught him to do it. He tightened his sphincter around the invading
monster, tightening and relaxing, tightening and relaxing, so that Shark was
utterly exhilarated.

He began to pump very hard, so that the boy thrashed around on the settee,
squealing and groaning, whining yet shouting with joy.  Suddenly, it was all
over. Inside him Safron could feel that merciless cock shoot wad after wad
of cum deep inside his guts. He sighed deeply, repeatedly, longing almost
unconsciously for his own load to shoot. But here Shark simply got up and
walked to the shower and cleaned himself up. It was all over. Shortly
afterward, now alone,  he would masturbate himself. Perplexed by his Lover's
withdrawal.

But The Shark knew exactly what he was doing. This scene had repeated itself
so very many times with other lads. Their instinct was to fall in love with
him, to believe that he was their's and theirs alone. He had, as quickly as
possible, to disillusion them of this. In two days they would be heading for
The Ranch, where Safron would have to begin his training to become an
international Escort; where his trainers would be other men; where
possibilities of engaging in sexual relations with The Shark would be very
occasional indeed - high days and holidays!

Explaining The Ranch

The scene I have described so far repeated itself innumerable times, over
those four days. On the Thursday, after three days of high jinx, the two of
them sat down to talk seriously about the future. First The Shark gave
Safron highest marks for his rapid sexual development. He assured the Lad
that he was a natural; that he was beautiful to look at, facially; that he
had a well-formed boy, though this would require more physical fitness work;
that he was intelligent, clever and witty; that he had an instinct for
sexual involvement; that he had an immediate rapport with others when he
wanted to, and on and on. It might be said that he was seeking to build his
ego, but The Shark really did mean everything he said, and the boy believed
him. He was profoundly comforted.

Do you know what an international Escort is? he asked. No, sir,  I don't
understand it. I guess I could quickly reckon out what an Escort is, like
people who accompany tour groups on holidays, explaining all the sights and
sounds to them. But I would find that boring. In any case, what's that got
to do with sex? Shark smiled, took his hand and petted it. In gay circles,
he said, an Escort may do some of that, but very little, and I suspect that
many local Escorts, and there are several in every city, would do none at
all. The main function of a gay escort is to use his charm, his intimacy,
his body, to satisfy the deep sexual desires of the other person, who will
be willing to pay him.

The idea of someone paying for sexual pleasures was a bit mind-blowing to
Safron. Shark could see his reaction, so he asked, How much do you think
someone might pay? Oh, I suppose $20 to $30. Shark chuckled, let's say $80
to $100, he said, arching his eyebrows and smiling wickedly.  You must be
joking. No, I'm not joking in any way. If you like I'll call an agency right
now and ask them how much their local escorts get per hour of sexual
pleasure. The boy refused the suggestion, accepting his Master's statement
as true. He whistled softly. Think of it, Safron, four times a day, and
you'd make $300 to $400 daily, 5 days a week and you've got around $2,000
weekly, $8,000 monthly. Since all these people pay you in cash, you don't
even report it for tax! Not bad, eh? Safron whistled louder. And boy, here
The Shark took his hand firmly, that's only for a local Escort. Properly
trained you have all the makings of an international Escort, where your
income might be double that, and you would get to travel round the world,
passages and hotel bills paid by your clients!

That, he explained, is what The Ranch is all about. We have nine other young
men who are in training. Tomorrow we shall go there and you shall meet them
and see what the course involves. I must warn you to put aside any dreams
you might entertain. Go there with a totally open mind. I would describe it
as partly army boot camp where you learn physical training, personal and
social discipline; partly as a university degree programme, majoring in
sexology, literature, art, modern history, and sociology/psychology; and
partly as a gay whore house, where you are encouraged and taught how to
indulge your sexual capacity to the maximum.

How does that all sound?  I can't wait for tomorrow to come, said Safron,
shaking his head slowly in unbelief.

To be continued....


If you enjoyed this story please let me know. In our next instalment we
shall go down to The Ranch and watch it function - a kind of voyeurism! Any
suggestions would be welcome. Watch out for other stories.
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