Date: Sun, 14 Sep 2014 17:13:40 -0700
From: M M <mwriter65@live.com>
Subject: The Alumni Association 5

Disclaimer: This story involves sex between men and teens, and teens and
teens. It will eventually contain some pretty sever humiliation and
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this ever happened.

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Part 5

Mike was true to his word. After only a couple of hours, he had taught Rory
enough basics so that he wouldn't be afraid of the deep end any longer. He
could now tread water, and swim a complete lap without having to stop or
grab the side of the pool. Both boys were enjoying jumping and splashing
around so much on the hot afternoon that the time passed quickly.

Mike also worried that poor pale Rory might get burned if he stayed in the
water any longer, so he suggested that they dry out a bit on the
lounges. He hopped out of the pool and padded over to a small outdoor
closet that contained large fluffy beach towels. Rory hung on the edge of
the pool, openly staring at Mike's butt cheeks as they struggled to stay
confined in his tight racing suit. "I have got to stop always thinking
about sex stuff," he told himself for the millionth time, just as Mike
turned around with the towels and Rory was now staring at the older boys
package, stuffed nicely into the skimpy pouch.  Rory closed his eyes and
shook his head, trying to clear it, and pulled himself out of the pool,
wondering what his butt looked like in his own tight wet suit.

Mike tossed him a towel and said, "Dry yourself off and then you can lay
down over there. I'm going to get some sun screen so you don't fry!"

"Oh, yeah thanks! I do burn pretty easily," Rory said, quite jealous of the
gorgeous tan on Mike.

"Don't sweat it little bro, I like you just the way you are. That dark
green suit looks really hot on you," Mike now had a bottle of sunscreen and
pulled up a lounger next to Rory's.  "Here lay down and I'll get your
back."

"Wow, uh, OK." Rory lay face down on the pool lounger with his arms hanging
down.  The only other person in his life to help him with sunscreen was his
aunt one time. Rory didn't hang out much at the beach or pools. He guessed
that was changing.

Mike drunk in the sight of Rory's taught little body laid out in front of
him, with only skin tight dark green swimsuit covering most of his rear
end. The suit was conforming perfectly to his buns, not leaving anything to
the imagination. His own cock stirred as he filled his hand wish some of
the lotion and went to work.

He started on Rory's leg that was furthest away from him, running both
hands up and down the smooth limb as he spread the sun screen. He could
feel the boy react to his touch, and heard a moan escape from him. Mike
smiled as he added more lotion and started on the second leg.

"Mike can I ask you something?" Rory adjusted himself as he felt his cock
responding to Mike's touch.

"Duh, of course you can Rory." He ran a finger under the leg opening of
Rory's suit.  "Don't want to miss any parts. What's up buddy?"

"Oooh," The slippery finger running along his butt felt wonderful to Rory,
but he remembered something Mike had said earlier that really had his mind
going now that he thought about it. "Well, earlier today, when you know, we
were uh, doing stuff while we changed..."

Mike laughed, "You mean when we got each other off before we came out here?
Yeah I remember. Time for you back now!" Mike straddled Rory's legs on the
lounge, his knees on either side of Rory's butt and squirted a bunch of
lotion on Rory's back!"

"Fuck that's cold!" Rory squealed and would have jumped up if Mike wasn't
now straddling his legs, effectively pinning him to the lounge.

"Stay still. Now what were you saying?" Mikes cock was really growing now
as he rubbed the lotion with both hands into Rory's back. He landed a bit
more forward, nestling his cock into the crack of Rory's butt.

"Mmmm. Well, uh, right before I ah, you know, finished. You said you
couldn't wait to fuck me," Rory's own cock was now fully hard from the
effects of Mikes hands on him, so he was grateful he was laying on his
stomach, but he knew he wasn't alone as he now felt Mike's much larger tool
grinding into his rear. "Have you ever, I mean, well..." Rory was flustered
at trying to ask if Mike had fucked other boys or had been fucked.

He had jacked off to countless video clips on the net of all kinds of anal
acts, but the farthest he had ever got with himself was touching himself
down there. He had tried to finger fuck himself, but always chickened out
when he couldn't get his finger in, afraid it would hurt. Plus it would be
further admission that he was gay, but of course, that ship had sailed the
day prior, and now he was trying to figure so many things out.

"What have I ever fucked another boy? Or been fucked?" Mike slid his nylon
covered cock up and down Rory's crack for emphasis.

"Oh God," Rory croaked at the feeling. "Well, either I guess, or both? I'm
sorry, I shouldn't ask stuff like that I guess. I just wonder if it feels
good or why do guys do that?  It just kind of scares me, but ooohhh..."

Mike had started working on the back of Rory's neck. "It's a fair
question. I said that in the heat of the moment, and you have obviously
thought about it because you came the minute I mentioned it, "Mike
said. "The answer is yes and no. I have been fucked yes, quite a few times
actually. And it feels awesome if the other guy knows what he is doing.  I
won't lie to you though little bro. The first time hurt like a mofo for a
bit!" Mike laughed. "But then...wow it's like fireworks go off. It takes
some practice and you have to start small so to speak." All the rubbing and
sex talk was working Mike up.

"You have to want it though. No one should take it unless they crave it. I
think you will, but it's nothing we have to worry about right now OK." Mike
sat up and put his fingers in the waistband of Rory's suit, getting ready
to pull it down, when he hear a very loud throat clearing.

Both boys just about jumped out of their skin and stood up quickly to find
Marcus standing there with two garment bags in his hands.

"Sorry to interrupt your...swim, gentlemen, but it is passed the time when
you should be showering and getting dressed," said completely
non-pulsed. "To save time I would recommend showering together, but please,
don't get carried away. Actually I would recommend a cold shower by the
looks of you two.  Your father expects me to deliver you two on time and
dressed appropriately, and I gave my word." He turned and headed toward the
pool house.

Rory's mouth hung open in shock and embarrassment at being caught in such a
position.  It wasn't until Marcus turned that he realized both he and Mike
had stood there like idiots with huge boners sticking out of their
swimsuits in front of the...what was Marcus anyway? Butler, Nanny,
Assistant? Yet another humiliation.

"Dude, what if he tells your dad what he saw?" Rory was almost in a panic.

Mike, kind of embarrassed himself at getting caught in a compromising
moment, just smiled at that. He would probably give me a hi-five, thought
Mike privately. "No worries little bro, Marcus is my friend as well as
dad's right hand man. He knows I'm gay. Marcus is too by the way. Now let's
go. We would both get paddled if we are late." Mike stuffed his cock back
into the suit where his tip had been poking out. Fuck that, I need to milk
Rory before his mind gets blown at dinner and he creams his suit shorts,
thought Mike, smiling to himself. He had an idea...

Marcus was gay too? Rory found that interesting but was more concerned
about what Mike had just said. "Paddle? You mean your dad spanks you?" His
thought returned to his porn stash of the English school boy bent over the
chair in front of the headmaster with his shorts pulled down around his
ankles.

"Only if I mess up. Pretty much all the guys dad's do at Wright," Mike said
offhandedly, the memory of the coach's paddle still fresh in memory. "The
coach and the dean do it for official punishment at school to, so don't
fuck up and you got nothing to worry about!"  Mike stood right behind Rory
and gave his cute butt another hard slap!"

"Ouch!" Rory grabbed his butt, giggled and started following Mike toward
the pool house. The thought of his ultra-jocky friend bent over his
father's lap getting spanked made him forget about getting caught by Marcus
and caused his dick stay hard all the way until both boys got to the
bathroom of his dressing room.

Mike casually stripped off his suit and tossed it into a hamper in the
bathroom before reaching in and turning on the shower, which was big enough
to hold five people, Rory though. He had never seen such a luxurious
bathroom, and this was just the pool house!  Still, he couldn't help stare
at Mike's naked body as he adjusted the water.

"What are you waiting for, get that suit off!" Mike ordered.

Rory shyly lowered his suit, still kind of embarrassed at his state of
arousal. "So we are really going to shower together?" It sounded so...dirty
to Rory, who then laughed at his own little joke. A dirty shower, hehe.

"Why not. It's fun buddy, and since we got interrupted without any time to
tan, I need to get all that goop off your back. We only have about ten
minutes, so get in," Mike ordered, noticing an ever so slight bit of color
on Rory clearly defined by the absence of his swim trunks. "We need to be
more careful, I think you got burned just a bit," he stepped in behind Rory
and closed the door.

Rory could feel Mike's presence behind him in the shower as he let the warm
water cascade over his body, washing the chlorine away. He stiffened
momentarily when he felt the older boy rubbing a bar of soap all over his
back, then closed his eyes and relaxed as Mike lathered him up from his
neck to his feet.

"Turn around, face me!" Mike ordered and was rewarded with Rory's four inch
cock sticking out at a forty five degree angle from under his modest next
of ginger pubes. "Use the shampoo and wash your hair while I finish your
front."

Rory lathered up his hair while Mike repeated the lathering on his front
side. His cock had to be leaking, but it was hard to tell in the
water. Just has he was rinsing his hair, he felt Mike's hand wrap around
his cock. The slippery hand glided up and down his modest shaft causing him
to go week at the knees. No one had EVER touched him there like this.

"Oohhh, Mike..."

"Sssh, lean back and relax buddy, we're gonna finish what we started, I
don't want you all hot and bothered while Dad integrates you over dinner, "
Mike let go and knelt down, letting the running water wash the soap off of
Rory's cock, before he wrapped his lips around it and ran his tongue along
Rory's shaft while grabbing Rory's butt and pulling him in.  "Ooh, Oh...Oh
wowwww," Rory grabbed Mike's head to stay steady. Wow, wacking off was fun,
but this, THIS, oh my fucking GOD!

Mike kept up sucking, but grabbed the soap again, lathering up his right,
getting it as slippery soapy as possible, then pushing Rory's legs further
apart, than running his slippery middle finger up and down Rory's crack.

Mike felt Rory's cock twitch in his mouth and say that he was almost
drawing blood from biting his lower lip. He was glad the boy would
definitely remember his first blow. Might as well go for broke, Mike
thought. He let his finger graze Rory's hole until he found his target and
pressed.

 Rory squealed when he felt his most private area being probed. He wanted
to resist, wanted to not be like that, but he couldn't. He felt the
pressure, and relaxed just enough to let the slippery finger gain
entrance. Once it did, it kept going. There was really no going back
now...It felt strange. It felt...right? He surrendered to the invading
finger, succumbing to the rhythm of Mike's mouth and Mike's finger, the
sucking in time to the finger fucking...It did hurt just a bit, but it felt
so erotic at the same time. He felt the familiar feeling in his balls and
he knew orgasm was close. What had Mike called him earlier that day when
they were fooling around. His Bitch?

"I, am, your, Bitch Mike," he whimpered almost inaudibly, then much louder,
"Oh fuck!  I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna.,," He tried to pull out of Mike's
mouth, but the older boy responded by driving his finger even deeper into
Rory's ass until he found what his ultimate target was, rubbing the boys
prostate wit the tip of his middle finger, and pulling Rory tight against
him with his other arm.

Rory felt like...well he didn't know what he felt like, but it was like a
switch had been thrown when Mike hit that spot and he lost all control, and
quickly filled Mike's sucking mouth with a fresh load of cum. Rory was
afraid that Mike would be mad at him for cumming in his mouth, the Mike
knew full well what he was doing and eagerly took Rory's load, keeping his
mouth wrapped around his cock well after the final spurt had drained the
boy's balls.

He slowly pulled his finger out, and Rory actually felt kind of empty at
its withdrawal.  Mike stood up smiling at Rory, not saying anything.

Rory was still worried. "Mike I tried to tell you but, Mphh, mmmm"

Mike had pressed his lips to Rory's and started to force feed the boy a
load of his own jizz and grabbing one of Rory's hands and guiding it down
to his own fully erect penis. The day before, Rory would have been totally
grossed out by what was happening, but now it was almost as if some
transformation had occurred, and he willingly opened his mouth to receive
his own cum. He would do anything Mike wanted him to do at this point, and
as he tasted his own load as Mike force fed him his tongue, he felt Mike's
hardness in his hand and started jerking the older boy. He felt totally
under the older boys power, as the water poured over both of them and they
continued the deep kiss.

Rory was about to turn blue when Mike finally released him, allowing him to
catch his breath. "Nice one little-bro, now you know what to do, right?"

Rory felt himself being pushed down to his knees, and he instinctively
knew. He was going to suck Mike's cock. Not only that, but Mike was going
to cum in his mouth! He willingly took Mike into his mouth and started
sucking, being careful to avoid scraping him, and trying to do just what
Mike had done to him. It was only his second time with a dick in his mouth
after all, but this time was completely different. There was no hesitation,
no fear of the unknown. He now just had a desire to please the older
boy. This boy who had showed him so much in so little time.

"Ahh, that's it little bro. Suck it! Suck my fucking cock." Mike
moaned. The bathroom was filled with steam and he could barely see the boy
kneeling before him greedily slurping on his tool. He was proving to be a
quick learner though, and doing much better than just yesterday. He
wondered how he would do with his dad's or the coach's monster in that
small mouth though. He would find out soon enough. This kid was a natural
submissive slut boy! He wondered if he had done anything with his Asian
roommate yet.

"Are you gonna swallow your big bro's load Rory? Let me fucking hear you
ask for it you cock sucking whore," Mikes voice was low and husky.

"Mmm," Rory back off of the cock, "Please Mike, cum in my mouth. Cum in my
mouth sir!" Rory added before he went back to work. Even though he had just
cum, he was still turned on, which was unusual for Rory, but what the hell
had been usual about the past couple of days! He sucked as hard as he could
and as fast as he could, the water and steam hiding the drool that was
flying out of his mouth as he sought to pleasure his "older brother".

Mike got totally turned on when Rory called him "sir" and that was enough
for him to fire. "Here it comes bitch, eat my cuuuuum! Agh, agh, agh,
agh...fuck I'm cumming, take it bitch!" Mike held Rory's head tight on his
cock while he pumped load after load of the hot sticky goo into Rory's
mouth.

Rory was ready for it and did the best he could, but he had no idea how
quickly his mouth would fill up, and he couldn't' keep up with the
volume. Try as he might to sallow Mike's load, a prodigious amount leaked
out and down his chin, luckily washed away by the shower.

Mike thought Rory looked totally hot on his knees in front of him with cum
dribbling down his chin, and he wished they had time for a second round,
but they had already taken too much time. He turned around and grabbed a
small bottle of mouthwash and took a swig swished it around and spit it
out, then handed it to Rory as he helped him stand back up.

"Take this and get a good mouthful and swish it around. I don't want you
having cum breath sitting next to dad at the restaurant," Mike said with a
wink.

Rory laughed at the thought, but then considered that he could in fact have
cum breath and took a huge swig of the medicine tasting stuff. He almost
gagged, but kept it in long enough to do its job and spit it out. Mike
turned the shower off and opened the door.

"We need to hurry. Marcus is going to be mad!" Mike said, handing a towel
to Rory as he started dry himself off as he headed back into the dressing
room.

"Marcus is indeed mad. We are going to be late as it is, so hurry up and
get dressed. Rory I have laid out your underclothes and socks to try on,
please hurry. Mike, your clothes are over there." The assistant was clearly
perturbed, and Rory wondered if he knew what had just went on in the shower
before realizing he was standing naked in front of him. He fumbled with his
towel trying to hide his privates.

Marcus rolled his eyes. "We have no time for modesty Master Rory, so please
put the towel down and get dressed. I used to bathe young Michael over here
until he grew his own hair, so you have nothing I haven't seen!"

"Marcus!" A horrified Mike screamed, embarrassed.

"Quite you, and get dressed. I have had enough. Move!"

Both boys quickly swallowed any more protest that was ready to come out and
quickly went to their respective pile of clothes that Marcus had laid out
for them. Rory looked down and found his underpants and held them up
inspecting them. They were black CK low rise briefs with a white
wasteland. The material was slightly ribbed. He had never worn anything
other than plain white briefs his whole life and was secretly thrilled by
something new and stylish. He was glad that he had just cum and his dick
was for once taking a rest as he pulled the slightly tight briefs up and
into place. He noticed that they did ride lower than his normal underwear,
and even a couple of his sparse pubes could be seen over the top.

He jumped when he felt Marcus's fingers running through the
waistband. "Perfect fit, snug as they are meant to be and show off your
assets quite well young man. Here, put this on..." Marcus was holding out a
black tank top undershirt, also made of the same ribbed material as the
briefs. "I guess you are still a boys 12, and it appears to be close enough
until we get your measured."

Embarrassed to still be wearing "boy" sizes, Rory pulled the tank over,
struggling a bit to find the right holes for everything, as again this was
a first for him. Once he had it on, he was about to grab his socks, but
Marcus stopped him and admonished him to tuck his undershirt into the
briefs.

"A gentlemen does not go un-tucked. There should be no wrinkles or lumps
visible on your underclothing." Marcus spun Rory so that he was looking at
himself in the mirror while the man pulled and tugged his undershirt so
that it was tightly tucked into his briefs.

Rory started at himself in the mirror, noticing the stark contrast between
his white skin and the black underwear, only broken by the bright white
waistband. He knew his roommate Danny wore stuff like this and looked hot
in them. He could never bring himself to ask his aunt for anything like
this though. He couldn't also help noticing that his modest bulge was on
prominent display in the small briefs. He thought he looked pretty good
actually, which caused him to blush.

 Mike thought he looked pretty hot too, who by now had already had his
pants on, but was also wearing the same style briefs and shirt, but they
were white. He grabbed his new camera, set the shutter mode to silent and
snapped a few pics of Rory, while Marcus was fussing over him, before he
continued to get dressed himself.

Marcus told Rory sit and put his socks on while he got his trousers
ready. The boy picked up the socks that were laid out for him and held them
out. They were very long dark blue socks with two maroon stripes near the
top. He sat and pulled them on, but they seemed far too big as he pulled
them all the way too his knees and they were still baggy.

"These socks are way too big."

Marcus laid down the pants next to Rory on the dressing room and motioned
for Rory to stand up. "The socks are fine, you are not wearing them
correctly, here." Marcus bent down and pulled the socks up over Rory's
knees tightly, "You pull them up tight, then fold them over the top at the
knee, ensuring that the stripes show and they are perfectly even when your
legs are together." The man's hands ran up and down Rory's legs, smoothing
out the socks as he demonstrated.

Rory felt like an 8 year old getting dressed by the man, but was also
enjoying all the touching. He blushed when Marcus held out the navy blue
trousers to him and he saw that they were short pants. Well why else would
he care that the stripes on the socks were lined up. He stepped into the
shorts and noticed that they were quite a bit shorter than his school
uniform shorts. They weren't obscenely short, but still stopped well above
his knees.

"Leave the fly open until we get your shirt on Rory," Marcus instructed and
handed him a long sleeved maroon dress shirt, that happened to the be the
academy color and matched the stripes on the socks. "Button it up and tuck
it tightly."

Rory did as he was told, but again, Marcus was there fidgeting with his
waistband and putting his hands all over the boy, ensuring the shirt had no
wrinkles and his sock were perfectly aligned. "Turn around Rory," Marcus
ordered.

Rory spun to look at himself in the mirror and saw both Marcus and Mike
looking at his backside and his reflection in the mirror.

"Well it's not too bad considering they are off the rack sizes, "put on
your tie and blazer and lets look at the fit."

Rory took the blazer from Marcus and put it on. It was navy blue with
maroon piping and had the large Wright Academy coat of arms embroidered on
the breast pocket. The tie was a maroon and blue striped tie that matched
the colors of his suit. When he looked in the mirror though, it struck him
that he was wearing a school uniform, but not the same as his actual
uniform. The long socks and the short shorts, along with the blazer with
the piping reminded him of the South African or New Zealander boys in
pictures he had jerked off too.

The kid looking back at him in the mirror looked like he was 12 years old
he thought, and old guys would totally perv on him dressed like this. The
minute he thought of that, his cock twitched. NOT NOW, he thought, and
turned to face Marcus and Mike.

"What's with this outfit? What's wrong with the usual uniform," Rory wanted
to know.

"This is what Mr. Smith selected you to wear to dinner Master Rory, so you
can ask him at the restaurant. A word of advice though," Marcus paused, "I
am sure a lot of thought went into it, so if I were you, I would watch the
tone of your voice and just enjoy the evening and not worry your little
head about it. Young schoolboys are expected to listen and do as their
elders ask. Now put your shoes on and I will bring the car around. I expect
you two to be waiting." Marcus left the room.

The rebuke stung Rory, and his head dropped. "I'm sorry. I just feel kind
of like a dork dressed like this."

"You're not a dork Rory," Mike said. "You look very sharp little bro. It's
like I told you before. You need to own your look and have confidence. If
you walk around thinking you look like a dork, then that is the vibe you
will pass on to other people. If you have confidence, no one will think you
are."

Rory smiled a little. "Easy for you to say," he looked at Mike in his
tailored Italian suit.  You look like a million bucks in that suit. Why
can't I just wear something like that?"

"Because you are thirteen and I am sixteen, and you are a freshman and I am
not. My dad takes tradition very seriously. Now put your shoes on and lets
go."

Rory sat and noticed a brand new pair of maroon colored Doc Martens size 7
lace up shoes had been left for him. He sighed, sat down and pulled them on
and tied them. He stood up and had to pose for Mike to take a few pictures
of him, causing him to blush again. He was actually kind of turned on by
wearing this outfit, but didn't want to let it show. He followed Mike, who
was still clutching his new camera, out the door and up the path around the
main house to the driveway.

Just as they turned the corner around the house, Marcus pulled up in the
car and motioned both boys to get in the back. Rory mouthed a silent "wow"
at seeing the sleek black BMW 7 series that he was being beckoned into. It
was the extra long wheelbase model, made for extra backseat comfort for
owners that usually had a driver. Mike opened the back door and got in,
pulling Rory after him. Rory barely had the door shut before Marcus was
heading back down the long drive.

"Buckle up, we are late and I don't wish to hear your father's wrath,"
Marcus said while accelerating.

Mike buckled up, and Rory started to settle in, but Mike pulled him
closer. "Use the middle buckle, otherwise I would have to yell at you the
whole way," Mike said winking, referencing just how huge the back seat was
in the large German sedan.

Rory giggled and buckled up next to Mike. He looked around the interior of
the car, amazed by the luxury. He thought the Land Rover was plush, but
this was ridiculous.  There were TV screens in the back of the front seat
headrests, and the leather felt so soft on his bare legs, that he found
himself rubbing back and forth on the plush seats. The windows were tinted
so dark, he could barely see outside, and it was so quite, he could barely
tell the engine was running.

It was easy to feel the power however. Once Marcus cleared the second
security gate he put the pedal to it, and Rory felt himself sinking into
the back seat. He grinned at Mike.  He had seen some of the ambassadors
overseas being chauffeured around in big black cars and now he knew how it
felt. He liked it! He liked it even better once Marcus put the stereo on
with some stirring classical music as they sped through the country side,
and felt Mike put his arm around him.

"Could you get use to this Rory?" Mike whispered in his ear.

Eye's closed, Rory just smiled and nodded, contently. Mike squeezed his
shoulder, unhooked his seatbelt, then pulled Rory next to him, buckling
them both together under one seatbelt. They easily fit in the single seat,
and Rory enjoyed the feeling of the fine material of Mike's Italian suit
along with the fancy leather. He started to doze off as the BMW sped
through the approaching darkness.

Mike smiled, and waved at Marcus in the rearview mirror when Rory started
snoring softly. Marcus gave a laugh and waved back, then concentrated on
getting to the restaurant on time. Once back on the expressway, he would
really make up the time. The long low black bimmer was well known among the
local constabulary and was unofficially hands off.

Mike had the opportunity to take in the beauty of the sleeping boy snuggled
up against him. He looked so cute in that outfit! He was also going to be a
very desirable asset if he agreed to join, and Mike was fairly certain he
would. Who could say no to Dan Smith after all? He knew he certainly
couldn't. Still, if his dad had Rory dressed in that outfit, he must have
something planned. His cock got hard under his Italian suit with
anticipation, as he took in the sleeping boy next to him. He decided he
might as well get some rest too, and stretched out as best he could, and
joined Rory lightly sleeping as the car continued speeding toward dinner.

"Wake up you two, we have arrived," Marcus had to shout to the back seat to
rouse the two sleeping teens as he pulled up to the door.

Rory was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as the door next to Mike
was flung open by one of the staff at the restaurant, who had been waiting
for the arrival. Mr. Smith and his guest were already in the private room
in back, awaiting the arrival of the boys. Rory was embarrassed as he
noticed the amusement in the eyes of the man at the fact that they were
snuggled next to each other.

He tried to take Mike's advice and not feel like a dork, but it was hard as
he followed Mike out of the car and everyone on the sidewalk could see him
in this outfit as they walked into the restaurant. Thankfully once inside,
it was pretty dark, and he just concentrated on following Mike as they were
led by an older gentlemen in a red waistcoat through a gauntlet of full
tables toward the back of the room. They were eventually ushered into a
private backroom where Rory saw several empty tables, but a larger
prominent table occupied by Mr. Smith and another man. Once he got closer
he recognized the other man as Dr. Connor Wright. The Dean!

Both men stood, and Dan Smith looked at his watch and then right at
Mike. "Well, you are 10 minutes late. Was it traffic or did you hold Marcus
up back at the estate?" Without waiting for an answer, he turned his gaze
to Rory where he looked the boy up and down approvingly. "Rory, I'm sure
you know Dr. Wright. Our meeting ran late so I invited him to have dinner
with us."

Rory swallowed nervously. Dr. Wright looked like a more studious version of
his younger brother, Coach Wright. He was about the same height as Dan
Smith, but he was a bit older looking with graying temples that offset his
brown hair. He had brown eyes that resided behind very stylish eyeglasses,
and like Mr. Smith was also wearing a very expensive looking perfectly
tailored suit, just like he did at school. He had only seen the man from a
distance at assemblies so far, only having met the Freshman dean in person
so far. He was not a physician, but had a PHD in adolescent psychology.

"Rory, I have really been meeting to meet you in person, so this was the
perfect opportunity," said the man as he walked around the table offering
his hand. He wasn't quite as built as Mr. Smith, but when Rory took the
man's offered hand he felt like he on the losing end of some kind of test
of strength for the third time that day, after Danny's dad, then Mr. Smith.
Rory noticed the dean was really starting at him, and then he remembered
how he was dressed and blushed slightly. "Hello sir. I've seen you around
school, but haven't had the chance to thank you for giving me the
scholarship. I'm very grateful to be able to attend Wright sir." The man
was smiling at Rory but his eyes bored into the young boys with an
intensity that Rory felt in his loins.

"It is our pleasure young man. You are a very talented boy, and we have big
plans for you. In more ways than you know. You look very sharp tonight by
the way. Mike told me you would be in a new uniform that is under
consideration. I have to say I really like the way you fill it out. You
would represent the academy very well dressed like that," he paused, "after
you get a decent haircut that is. But enough of that for now, I bet you
boys are hungry, I know I am!" The dean did look very hungry to Rory, but
he wasn't sure if it was food the man was hungry for.

"Yes sir, I am hungry!" Why is my dick getting hard now, wondered Rory.

The Dean's eyes lingered on Rory for a bit before he turned to
Mike. "Michael, nice to see you as always. Congratulations on making
captain of the JV team. "

"Thanks Dr. Wright," Mike said beaming at the compliment.

"Let's eat then! I took the liberty to order for everyone, " Dan Smith
announced. "Mike, you sit there, and Rory, take this seat." Mike pointed to
the chair between where the two men had been sitting. There were five
chairs around the table. Rory was directed to the empty seat between where
the two adults were seated when they came in. On the opposite side each
chair had the men's briefcases in them, so Mike ended up on the opposite
side of the table from Rory, was sat down between the two men's seats.

When Rory took his seat, he felt even more intimidated as the table was at
chest height for him. He felt like he was back in fourth grade! He felt
even smaller as the two large grown men took their seats on either side of
him. He looked across the table at Mike grinning at him. He would get no
help there!

Dan of course had planned for this. He enjoyed intimidating the new
boys. "Wow there Rory, you might have trouble eating sitting that low." He
motioned toward the door, and out of the darkness of the room came the same
man that had guided them to the private dining room.

"Yes Mr. Smith?"

"Looks like Rory here needs a booster seat. Do you still have the same one
that Mike used to use?"

"Of course sir. I will be right back." The man disappeared momentarily
before returning with a small red leather cushion.

"Stand up boy," Dan ordered Rory. We had to do the same thing for Mike when
he was smaller to help him reach the table.

Rory was humiliated as he stood up for the waiter to put the cushion down
on his chair.  He was in high school for Christ's sake! He hoped he would
grow this year!

"There we are, try that," Mike said as the waiter held the chair for Rory.

Rory sat down and the waiter pushed his chair toward the table. He had to
admit, that he was not in a much better seating position. That is until he
realized that his feet weren't' touching the floor. He again felt like he
was a grade school kid sitting at the big peoples table as his feet swung
under him.

The waiter addressed Dan, "Something to drink for the boys?"

"Mike can have a half glass of our wine," Dan said indicating the bottle
that sat next to Dr. Wright, "and Rory will have a Shirley Temple I think."

Rory wasn't thrilled at the name of the drink that had been ordered for
him, but he couldn't bring himself to protest. He felt totally
insignificant seated between the two men, sitting on a little boys chair,
and what he heard next made it even worse.

"Bring a bib for the boy here as well. I don't want any pasta sauce on that
blazer," Dan ordered the waiter.

The men and Mike got a small chuckle as Rory's cheeks turned red.

The waiter returned pushing a car and stopped next to the table. He placed
a pink drink in front of Rory with a bright red cherry in it, and then
stepped behind the boy and draped a bib over him, quickly tying it in
place.

"Sorry Rory," Dan said as he witnessed the boys embarrassment, "but that is
a one of a kind blazer and I want to get it tailored this weekend and don't
need it stained. I'm sure you are a careful eater, but I know how boys can
be so we wont' take any chances OK?  How's your drink?"

Cheeks still burning slightly, Rory picked up his glass, but before he
could try it, the dean picked up his wine glass. "Cheers men!"

Rory felt a bit better and clinked his glass with the others, joining the
adults in laughing at Mike who had to lean way over the table with his half
glass of red wine to join in the toast. Rory had heard of a Shirley Temple,
but never had one before, and while he didn't care for the girly name of
it, had to admit it tasted pretty good as he joined the others in drinking.

Rory relaxed as the salad was served, and soon forgot about being
embarrassed as they all dug in to dinner. The men asked the boys how the
first few weeks of school had gone and other mundane dinner conversation,
so by the time the last plates were cleared and Dan had ordered desert wine
for the men and some ice cream for the boys, Rory was enjoying himself
immensely.

When the desert was served, the waiter also had Rory's violin case. "Your
driver said you requested this sir?"

"Ah , yes, can you put it up on the stage there?" Dan pointed to a small
stage in a corner of the room. The room was used often for receptions and
party's so it was equipped for performances. He then turned to Rory, "Both
the dean and I would love it if you might play for us for an after dinner
treat?"

Rory blushed. "Ah, sure I guess. I didn't bring any music or anything..."
Rory could swear he left his violin in Mike's room. Marcus must have
grabbed it.

"I thought of that and brought a long one of my favorite violin pieces,"
the dean said. He reached over to his briefcase, retrieving a laptop and
also handing Rory some sheet music.

The boy took it and looked at it. "Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto in E," he
said, breathing a sight of relief. He had played this before. "Well I can't
promise I will be good, but,"

"Don't be modest boy, but first we need to talk," the dean said. "I don't
need to remind you about the Wright Academy honor code do I?"

Rory sat up and responded, "A Wright boy will lie, cheat, nor steal. He
will bring no dishonor to himself or his school"

"Good boy," Wright answered, tapping a few keys on his laptop. "Rory, what
we are about to talk about is a secret, the details of which cannot leave
this room. We are going to make you an offer. If you refuse, and that is
absolutely your right, it will not reflect on your performance at school in
anyway, however, if you do refuse, all we ask, no all we demand, is that
you never talk about this offer again to anyone. Before I go any further,
do you agree to this? If not, say so now, and we will pretend this dinner
never happened."

Rory sat there in silence for a full minute, while the three others at the
table looked at him. He started to sweat. He was very curious, and figured
it had to do with the things that Mike had been hinting at, but he wasn't
sure. He did know however, that he was sitting in between two very powerful
men, and he had been longing for some kind of male role models to look up
to, and it seemed to him he could do far worse than member of the founding
family of an extremely exclusive prep school and a multi millionaire
business man. He also didn't want to ruin his budding friendship with Mike,
who was already helping him develop some lacking confidence.

"No sir, I mean, No, I won't tell anyone anything I promise," Rory said
before he took a glass of water and downed half of it. Why was it so hot in
here all of a sudden?

He almost spit it back out when Dan slapped him on the back. "That a boy! I
knew I was right about you!"

Rory looked inquisitively at Dan, than at the Dean.

"Rory," the Dean began. "While you certainly have the talent alone to be a
valuable student at Wright, we always do an exclusive background check on
our applicants to make sure they have the right character traits as
well. Within the selection committee, there is a secondary selection
committee, a secret selection committee if you will, that Mr. Smith here is
the head of, along with certain alumni and staff, that look for certain
things. " The dean tapped away again at his keyboard and spun the screen so
Rory could see it.

"A quick search of your internet activities flagged you to this committee."

Rory started sweating even more as he stared at screen capture of an
internet history file of sites that looked very familiar too him. Nifty
stories, Boy stories, Tumblr, Flickr, 4chan, and the list went on for
several pages that the dean didn't bother flipping too. How the hell did
they get this?

"Now don't worry son. This information is held very close, although we will
teach you how to cover your tracks better than this if we move forward. The
point I wanted to make is that you were flagged as homosexual. So with that
information, we also geared your admission tests and your interviews with
that in mind. You scores showed you as definitely homosexual with strong
submissive tendencies. Would you agree with that assessment?"

How do they know? "I, I guess so sir," Rory said not able to look at the
man. He kept his eyes on the laptop screen.

Dan reached over and squeezed Rory's shoulder, "Rory, we don't bring this
up to humiliate you, or threaten you in any way. It actually works very
well in your favor. We have an offer to make you tonight. An offer that
will change your life for the better forever if you accept."

"How's that sir?"

"You know of course about the alumni society. We do fundraising events for
the school and organize social functions and such. They also arrange
scholarships for deriving boys that couldn't ordinarily afford to attend
Wright."

"Yes sir, that's how I'm able to attend. My aunt could never afford a
school as nice as Wright sir."  "Exactly," the Dean took over talking from
Dan. "But within the alumni association is a secret organization. It goes
back years. Remember that being gay was not until recently something most
boys would admit too, and even now of course it presents serious
challenges, although at Wright I enforce very strict anti-bullying rules,
but just the same.  In years past, certain gay members of the faculty
recognized that some gay boys in the school would need help and
protection. In return for that help and protection, some of the boys formed
relationships with those faculty members, and it sort of grew from there.
Today the society still has no name, but does exist, and it exists to help
boys like you.  The society has a long reach. We have members of
government, business, law enforcement, entertainment, and the list goes on,
as members. The society can and will look out for you and members of your
family for your entire life. In return however, you are expected to
contribute what you can while a student here. Keep in mind, no other
students outside of the society would no about this, and you could never
tell anyone. I don't mean to scare you, but we have very effective ways of
dealing with people who try to reveal secrets. That is for your protection
as well as all the members."

 Rory swallowed. "What kind of things would I have to do sir?" He was
na‹ve, but not that na‹ve. He was in deep already without even
agreeing to anything. Still, he didn't know if he could lie to Danny about
something like this. What kind of things would he have to do?

Almost like his mind was being read, the Dean tapped on the keyboard and
brought up a file full of pictures. He selected one, and the screen filled
with a picture of Danny.

Rory's eyes grew wide. Danny was there in front of him on the screen. But
he was wearing a white skin tight leotard and super skimpy tight black
ballet shorts over the leotard with knee length white socks and ballet
slippers. His boyhood was clearly outlined in the black shorts. Rory's dick
started to stiffen.

"We pair boys in the society together so that they can privately share
their experiences.  Danny couldn't tell you, but he has already accepted
our offer. His father was a student at the academy, and is also a member,
so it was a bit easier for him. We had to be more careful with you as you
have no immediately family to offer sponsorship. Of course you know by now
that Danny is also gay."

Rory blushed. Did they know that they had jerked off with each other?
Probably. They seemed to have a deep reach.  He was still staring at the
picture of Danny in the ballet outfit. He had no idea that he did
ballet. Or did he? Was he just posing for someone in these clothes? He had
jerked off to many pictures of cute ballet boys. What would it feel like to
run my hands over those tight shorts...DAMN!

"Yes sir. We uh, told each other yesterday." Rory was glad it was dark in
the room, as he was sure his cheeks were as red as his hair!

"Well this is a photo shoot Danny did a few weeks ago for one of our senior
members. He is the director of a very famous ballet company, and wanted a
set of pictures of one of our boys in ballet clothes. Since Danny does
ballet every Saturday, he was the natural choice, even though officially he
is not quite a member yet, but that is a technicality.  We won't send these
to the member in question until after the official ceremony."

The Dean hit the advance button and the next photo was again of Danny, but
this time he was posing wearing nothing but a flesh colored dance
belt. Rory had no idea what a dance belt was, but it was a skimpy thing
barely covering Danny's dick, and now Rory's was growing even more, even
though he was a bundle of nerves.

"Often times, our members just want the companionship of a sharply dressed
young man for a weekend or vacation. Other times of course, they want
more..." The dean clicked again and the next photo showed Mike bent over a
desk getting fucked! The picture was cut off at the man who was doing the
fucking's chest, but Rory recognized the coach's office, and the socks that
Mike was wearing the day he sucked his cock, and holy shit! In Mikes mouth
were a pair of tighty whities. Rory knew right away they were his! The
coach fucked Mike right after Rory had sucked Mike's cock! Holy Shit! It
took every bit of self control Rory had not to grab his cock through his
shorts. He felt the telltale wetness of precum oozing out of his cock into
his underwear. He looked across the table at Mike, who just smiled at him,
unaware of what Rory was looking at. Wow, Mike can take a big dick and it
looked like he was enjoying it. Would the coach fuck me? Would the dean?
Mr. Smith? He felt wetness spreading in his crotch.

Dan Smith placed a hand on Rory's bare knee and squeezed. "We can't tell
you anything more unless you are interested Rory. How you answer will have
an effect on the rest of your life, so don't make it rashly. If you need
time, we understand, but be aware, once you refuse that is it, we will
never speak of it again, and if you try to bring it up, you will
discipline, and possibly expelled. This is not a joke. What I can tell you
is that if you accept, you will never have to worry about a job in your
life. The society has a perfect record regarding the success of it's
members. So, "

"I accept." Rory said quietly and quickly.

"Ordinarily I would discipline a boy for interrupting me," Dan said. "But
considering the pressure you are under, I will forgive it this one time."
His hand ran up and down Rory's bare thigh, and he could feel the boy break
out in gooseflesh at his touch.

"I think that is a wise and mature decision Rory. You need some male
guidance in your life, and I along with the rest of the society are honored
to provide it to you. As a matter of fact, I would like you to think of me
as your surrogate father if you would allow it."

Rory's eyes teared up. The Dean, Mike and Dan all smiled and Dan poured the
boys each a small portion of port, and help up his glass. "To Rory, the
newest probational member of The Society."

"To Rory," The Dean and Mike said in unison as they all brought there
glasses together, then downed the port.  The sweet desert wine warmed
Rory's throat as he swallowed. He had never had any kind of alcohol before,
and the taste was a bit strong for him, but he didn't want to appear a
pussy-boy on such an occasion. Rory Calhoun, what the fuck have you just
got yourself into?

"Excellent," the Dean said, putting his glass down. "Now that the
formalities are out of the way, let's let Rory finish his ice cream before
it completely melts, and we can hear him play!" The Dean closed his laptop
and put it away.

Rory wondered what other kinds of photos he had on that machine, as he
slurped the remains of his dessert.  This mean that Mike's roommate was
also in on this. And Danny.  Fuck, Danny in that leotard! Danny in that
underwear thing he was wearing..."

Rory's perverse thoughts were interrupted by the waiter clearing the
dishes. Well if I play, that will take my mind off of all this, he thought.

"Andre, we would like some privacy for a while. Can you see that we are
left undisturbed. We can show ourselves out when we are done," Dan said to
the waiter.

"Of course Mr. Smith. No one will disturb you. Would you like the stage
lights on before I leave sir," Andre the waiter asked.

"That would be very nice Andre, an excellent suggestion. Just one spotlight
on the center please. We only have a soloist this evening."

"No problem sir." He fiddled with some switches and a lone soft white
spotlight bathed a lone music stand on the stage.

"Whenever you are ready son," The Dean said, and poured himself another
wine.

Rory took off the cursed bib, and slid off the booster chair onto the
floor. He felt instantly more at ease as he headed to his violin. He got up
on the stage, set up the music and got out his instrument. and started
warming up. Rory had performed on stages before, but never one so
intimate. And he was all alone up here! As he warmed up, his mind drifted
back to the pictures of Danny and Mike...STOP THAT. Think Calhoun! He was
sweating now and trying to will down his cock while trying to concentrate
on the music.

"You're sweating a lot Rory, why don't you take off your blazer," Dan
said. "Mike go take his blazer."

"Yes sir," Mike said, and walked up on the stage to help Rory.

"It's awfully hot, why don't you just take off your shirt and tie too." The
Dean said, his own cock swelling with anticipation. The boy was theirs
now. He could be molded.


"Oh, uh, that's OK sir, I don't mind," said Rory, who had taken his blazer
off and handed it to Mike.

"No I don't want you fainting. Take off your shirt Rory," the Dean insisted
in a voice that left no room for argument.

"Uh, OK," Rory undid his tie, and unbuttoned the maroon dress shirt and
peeled it off, again handing it to Mike, releasing his pale freckled torso,
set off by the black tank top, under the spotlight. Rory did appreciate the
coolness offered by stripping off the shirt but he felt odd up on stage
wearing just dress shorts and a tank top, with his folded over knees socks
and Doc Martens. He would have felt worse if he knew that the other three
could see the precum stain on his crotch.

The two men at the table liked very much what they saw. The young
adolescent boy on stage was on the verge of manhood, with a nice touch of
gangly awkwardness and fear.  The boy was pretty skinny, but they would
work on that. Rory was an awful athlete, but participating in sports was
mandatory at the academy, and the men with the help of Coach, would pick
something that would help his coordination and his build. For now though,
the Dean wanted to see a contrast.

"Nice undershirt. The black offsets his skin very nicely. Can we get some
ad shots of him in a lot of black outfits?"

"Among other things, yes. My fashion guy will go nuts with a ginger like
him. He is going to get us a new ball field at least, hell maybe a new
pool!" Mike laughed, referring to the donations that they would get for
Rory's contributions to the society.

"Rory, can you flex for me?" The Dean asked in a way that was obviously not
a question but an order.

Rory suddenly felt very small as he flexed his almost nonexistent
bicep. "Not much there sir, sorry."

"Nothing to be ashamed of boy. It's a starting point. Mike, why don't you
strip down to your undershirt so we can compare.

"Yes Dean Wright," Mike said. Of course he was proud of his athletic body,
and when he took off his white dress shirt, was pleased how his tanned skin
showed up under the spotlight. He stoop behind Rory, and flexed his bicep
right behind the smaller boy."

"Hold that right there guys!" Dan Smith said, grabbing Mike's new camera
that had been on the table. "That is a great shot. Older and younger
brother. The older brother in long pants and the younger in shorts!
Perfect! We should do a whole series like this.  Awesome!

Rory blushed as the camera fired away. Well in for a penny...I'm in this
thing for good now. Still, he liked the feel of Mike's presence behind him,
and again, this weird feeling he got, being the little boy in shorts around
these masculine men, even Mike, who was only a couple of years older than
he was in their suits...Damn. His cock was growing full strength in his
shorts again.

When Dan brought the camera up close, he saw the boy's obvious arousal and
smiled.  "Rory, looks like you got a little too excited. You've stained
your trousers. Get them off and we can see if Andre fix the stain. "

Rory just stared dumfounded. What was happening here?

"I didn't stutter boy. Those shorts are dammed expensive. Mike, help Rory
get his shorts off, and take them out to Andre."

"Yes dad," Mike said smiling, and reached around Rory's waist and unclasped
the fly and pulled his zipper down. "Hold still little bro, I'll get em,"
Mike whispered to Rory as he pulled the shorts down. They met some
resistance around his hard boyhood, until they finally fell on their own in
a pile at Rory's feet.

Rory was dazed and looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He didn't
resist when Mike picked up first one foot then the other, getting the
shorts free. He picked them up and then hopped off the stage, heading
toward the exit.

Mike is leaving withy my pants! He's going to show the waiter my precum
stained shorts!  Why am I harder than ever!

"Ok Rory. I think we are ready to hear you play now. We have big plans for
you and Danny as a duo, just so you know. I hear you are very good
together, so we are going to capitalize on that. Tonight though, the
spotlight is on you, so please begin when you are ready," The dean
said. Rory couldn't see because the light was in his eyes, but the dean now
had his cock out, and was openly stroking it at the sight of the boy in his
underwear, sock and shoes, holding his violin, with a hard on sticking out
of his briefs. Priceless!

Rory couldn't see his small audience, which was a blessing. He took several
deep breaths, trying to get into his space. Finally he was able to erase
all the sex thoughts and get into his inner music zone. He held the bow to
the strings, looked at the music and started to play just as Mike returned
with a small paper bag and placed it on the table and took the seat that
Rory had been using, so they were all looking at the stage.

The soulful tunes that started emanating from Rory's instrument filled the
room.  Rory concentrated on the music so much that he tuned out everything
else in the room. It was a good thing for him too, because as soon as Mike
had taken his seat, the Dean's hand had wandered to the sophomores trousers
and started rubbing up and down on the teen jocks crotch.

The music was hypnotic and Mike moaned softly as he felt his cock
expanding. Soon he felt the Deans hand guiding his own hand toward the
man's dick, which was out of his own suit pants. Mike looked over at his
dad, who had his camera and was taking of few shots of Rory perform in his
underwear, then down at the Dean's 8 inch monster sticking out.

He knew what the man wanted and quietly got out of his chair and down on
his knees between the Dean's legs. As Rory played on, Mike took the man's
dick into his mouth and he started to suckle it. Using his tongue he bathed
it in as much saliva as he could muster, before he attempted to take even
more of it down his throat. Soon enough, the Dean spread his legs, and Mike
felt a massive hand on the back of his head pressing him further onto the
dick. He did his best to breath through his nose as the Dean picked up
speed as he fucked his mouth.

The Dean knew the piece Rory was playing well, and he timed his release
perfectly to the last few bars, so that just has Rory hit is musical
climax, the dean silently flooded Mike's mouth with his hot seed. Now Mike
was a good swallower, but the Dean must have been saving for a while,
because he just couldn't keep up and the boy had rivers or sperm running
down both sides of his chin as the man let him up to clap at Rory's
excellent recital.

"Bravo!" The Dean shouted, as Mike dutifully tucked his thick cock back
into the fly of his boxer shorts and zipped up his suit pants for him. The
Dean handed the boy a cloth napkin to wipe the leading jizz off of his chin
as Mike got off the floor.

Rory smiled and bowed slightly, now knowing what else to do. He had never
performed for such important people before, much less in his underwear. For
some reason it felt worse than naked to the boy. He did notice Mike getting
up from in between the Dean's legs though, and quickly turned to put his
violin back in the case.  He sucked the Dean's Cock! While I played! This
is so fucking weird!

"Excellent Rory. I can't wait to hear you play with Danny. He will be at
the dinner tomorrow night with the others, so be ready to play for the
society," the Dean said, standing. "As it is, my wife will be wondering
where I am if I don't get back to the school soon. We are having breakfast
with the borders who stayed behind for the weekend." He turned to Mike,
"Excellent work Michael, you have come a long way since you were in Rory's
shoes," he winked at Mike, so smiled bashfully, before turning to Dan. "Can
you get me a ride or should I call the school?"

"I can do better, Dan said fishing some keys out of his pocket. "Have the
valet bring the Rover for you and take it. I will ride home with the boys
and Marcus."

"Excellent! Than I will see you all at the society party tomorrow night!"
The Dean headed out of the room.

Rory, who was still just in his underwear was getting flustered. "Uh, did
they get my pants fixed?"

Mike smiled, "They said they would have to be dry cleaned, but put some
stuff on the spot. You can't wear them until they are cleaned thought."

Horrified Rory looked at Mike than at Mr. Smith, "Who smiled at him. "Don't
worry Rory, it's late. Just put on your blazer. I have already called for
Marcus, so the car will be waiting right out front," He grabbed Rory's
blazer and held it for Rory to put on," We are lucky it's just a bit too
big, "Dan said as Rory put one arm then the other into the blazer buttoning
it over his undershirt. The blazer was long enough to just cover Rory's
black briefs, but not by much.

Mike grabbed Rory's shirt and tie and shoved it in the paper bag with his
shorts, and Dan held the door for the mortified boy, clutching his violin
headed out into the main restaurant. Both Mike and his dad admired the view
from behind of Rory's bare white legs coming out from under the blazer as
he almost ran through the main dining room. It was late and there were very
few people left, and no one was looking, but Rory felt like hundreds of
eyes were upon him as he did the death march to the front door. It did look
like he was wearing super short shorts or a dress even as he exited the
restaurant to thankfully see Marcus holding the back door of the 7 series
open for him.

Marcus took the violin from the grateful boy as he scrambled into the back
seat. Mike was about to get in after him, but Dan stopped him. "Why don't
you ride up front and keep Marcus company."

"Ok Pop," Mike said and got in the front, while Marcus closed the passenger
door after Dan.

Rory was surprised. He was so concerned about making it to the car with no
one seeing him that he didn't notice Mike get in the front, and now
Mr. Smith slid all the way over next to him. "Why don't you hop over me
here Rory and get in the middle, Ok, I like being near the door."

Rory crawled over the man's lap, feeling an obvious hard on he slid over
him and sat next to him. The car started moving. "It's going to be plenty
warm in here, let me get that blazer off of you," Dan started unbuttoning
the garment.

Rory swallowed hard. He was alone in the backseat with the one of the
richest men in the country and who apparently controlled some super secret
society full of powerful gay men that he was now part of. His bare legs
tingled on the leather seats as he allowed the man to pull the blazer off
of him, leaving him again in just his underwear, socks and shoes.

He watched as the man took off his own blazer, and undid his tie. "That's
better. Nothing like being comfortable, "he winked at Rory while putting
his arm around the boy and reaching down to grasp Rory's hardness through
his underpants. "So son. Do you think you made the right decision?" Smith
cupped Rory's balls and then squeezed the boy's dick gently.

Rory couldn't help but let a moan escape his lips and his own hand met
Smith's on his aching cock. "Yes sir. I think I did. I need someone to
teach me things sir. Mike has already been really great to me, and now you,
I don't know how to thank you Mr. Smith.

"Well you can start by showing me what Mike has taught you so far," Smith
guided Rory's hand to his own hardness in his pants.

Rory remembered Mike getting up from the floor in the restaurant, and
decided to be bold for once. Luckily the 7 series was the extended
wheelbase version, so there was plenty of room for Rory to position himself
on the floor of the back seat in between Dan Smiths legs. The lush carpet
was not hard on his bare knees as he maneuvered up to be eye level with the
fly of Mr. Smith's trousers. He was a bit clumsy in undoing the man's belt
and getting the trousers unclasped, but Dan took pity on the boy and helped
him, unzipping his pants and fishing his rock hard cock out for the boy.

Even in the dim light of the back seat, Rory gasped at the size of the
organ in front of his face. It was absolutely huge! They didn't call him
Big Dan for no reason! Rory squeezed his own cock with one hand before
opening his mouth and lowering himself onto the massive purple helmet that
was oozing precum in the darkness.

"That's it Rory, take your Daddy's cock. Lick it real good Rory, get it
nice and wet you little slut." Dan whispered. Well Rory knew where Mike
learned to talk like that during sex, but hearing from a full grown man
turned him on even more. And the fact that he knew that Marcus and Mike
could probably hear what was going on made it even seem all the more dirty
and kinky!

Is he my Daddy now? He sure has a huge dick! Rory tried to take it into his
mouth, but it was simply to big and he didn't have any experience with
sucking man cock yet so he ended up chocking on and coughing.

"Take is slow boy. Just do what you can. Run your tongue along the shaft,
that's it, yeah." Rory didn't have much experience, but he had seen his
share of porn videos that he had an idea of what it took to please a
man. He wrapped both hands around the massive phone pole that was Smith's
cock and started jerking it while he worked on the tip with his mouth. He
was slobbering enough that it was nice and wet.

"Very nice Rory. Make me feel good, that's it. You exist to please the men
of the society now. You will learn how to be the perfect little slut toy
along with your Asian puss boy buddy. You want to learn how to be a perfect
slut toy right bitch?" Smith closed his legs around Rory and pulled him
closer. "Tell Daddy how much you want to be a good slut!  Lick my balls
slut!"

Oh GOD! "Yes Daddy! I want to be a good slut boy!" Rory didn't know where
that came from, but it just popped out of his mouth. Smith had pulled his
cock up exposing his massive hairy ball sack. Rory went to work with his
tongue on the massive orbs. In other circumstances this would have turned
the boy off, but here he was in the back of the German sports sedan
speeding down the freeway giving head to his new surrogate father.  He
would do anything this man ordered. He felt owned now, and he liked the
feeling for some reason. I guess I am a slut boy! I'm a half naked
schoolboy on my knees sucking my master's cock! My master's? What the fuck
am I thinking! He put his mouth back on the dick and started slurping for
all he was worth.

Dan leaned back, looking down at the boy between his legs. The society has
chosen well, he thought. This boy along with the others were in for an
exciting and horny year of all kinds of subversions, fundraising and fun!
It was good to be alive! Oh I'm going to fill this hot little bitch mouth
with cum!

Rory could sense the urgency within the man he was sucking as he felt the
legs squeezing him even harder. Then he remembered the picture of Mike
getting fucked over the coach's desk. Would there be pictures of me in a
school uniform getting fucked by this man? Oh GOD! With one hand he kept
jacking Mr. Smith, but he had to give his cock just a squeeze! He started
jerking himself thorough his briefs in time with his jerking of Dan's cock.

Could I take this cock in my ass?! Oh fuck, I'm cumming!

"I'm cumming boy, take it!" He felt a hand press his head onto the pole in
his mouth at the same time he flooded his own underwear with cum, his own
orgasm causing his mouth to clamp down and milk the adult cock in his mouth
for all it was worth.

Rory's small mouth again was not equipped to take the volume of cum he was
extracting from the cock in his mouth. He swallowed the bitter fluid as
best he could, but still ended up with a huge mess running down his face,
neck and undershirt. He didn't care. The orgasm he just had was more
powerful than even the ones he had experienced with Mike and Danny.

He allowed himself to be lifted up by Dan, who pulled him tight in a hug,
and just held him there as the car sped at 80 miles an hour toward the
estate. "Very nice Rory. You have much to learn, little one but very nice."
Dan held him there a bit longer until he realized that Rory was fast asleep
in his arms. He smiled, took his handkerchief and wiped the cum off of his
face and kissed the boy softly on the cheek.

"Welcome to our little family Rory."

End of part 5

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