Date: Thu, 2 Jul 2009 10:49:17 -0500 From: George Gauthier Subject: Kevin Kevin Mer-Boy 4 by George Gauthier Author's Note: This is the fourth tale in the Mer-Boy series, each with a different protagonist, so it is an independent story. You do not have to read the other three first. It is a tale of a charming and submissive young man's exploration of the darker side of his own sexuality. It is set eight decades in the future where STDs are completely under control, nudity taboos are almost absent from social life, and medical advances have extended the human life span to several centuries. The USA is also fully on the metric system. It contains graphic descriptions of the male human body, of sexual activity between adult males, the youngest of whom is seventeen years old, and features moderate bondage and discipline. If any of this would offend a reader, read no further. This is not intended for persons younger than an age where they may freely and legally select their reading matter in whatever jurisdiction applies. This is fiction, not reportage. None of the characters is intended to resemble any person living or dead. Readers who like these stories might want to try my 'Daphne Boy' historical tales or 'Naked Prey' series, both in the Gay/Historical section of the archive. I also recommend my spoof of Hollywood in the 'Jungle Boy' tales, posted in the Gay/Authoritarian section of the archive. Also, please try my futuristic 'Track and Field' stories in College. For links to my stories, look on the list of Prolific Authors on the Archive. Comments and feedback welcome. Chapter 1. Sarasota, Florida The runner trotted the last stretch of forested trail leading to the bank a lazy river. He slowed to a walk, the sweat dripping off his slender nude physique. Like many in his generation Kevin was casual about public nudity, whether swimming in the river or at the beach, running along the jogging trails, or walking through the woods. That was just the way that athletes trained and competed these days, in the nude, clad only in a sheen of sweat, reviving the ideals of the ancient Olympics. Once over their initial adolescent embarrassment, most youths were proud to display their trim taut teenage bodies, to strut their stuff on the track or at the pool or the beach. Kevin was supremely unself-conscious about being naked in a public place kilometers from home. With the exception of the Middle East, nudity taboos had disappeared almost everywhere, even in America, the last holdout for prudery in the developed countries. Different attitudes, generational change, reform legislation, and court decisions essentially removed the legal stigma to casual public nudity -- at least for males. The sight of nude youths running and training in public parks and open spaces no longer provoked raised eyebrows, though it often did provoke appreciative looks. Besides, there was the oppressive heat. By the end of the twenty-first century, a hundred years of global warming had made Florida's climate truly tropical and public nudity for male athletes not only virtually universal but eminently practical. As a Florida native Kevin Havelaar was adjusted to the oppressive heat, to sweating profusely during his daily runs through the parks or at the track on the campus of his high school. At least it was a bit cooler in the earlier morning hours. Kevin was typically up with the dawn for his training run and swim. Barely past his seventeenth birthday, Kevin was a comely lad, quite short for his age and slender. He had a fawn-like physique with a wiry musculature, toned and taut from so much swimming and running. It was fair to describe him as slender rather than skinny, an athlete with the slow twitch musculature of a outstanding runner and swimmer. From his tiny red nipples to a deeply indented navel, to narrow hips framing a surprisingly ample manhood for one so slight in build, the boy was real beauty. He carried so little body fat that his flat belly showed a tracery of downward pointing veins just under the skin. The beat of his heart was visible on the left side of his smooth chest. He was sleek and smooth and deeply tanned, his wiry physique a vision of youthful male pulchritude. Athlete though he was, Kevin was not a typical jock. Much prettier than any boy rightly ought to be he was blessed with delicate -- almost elvin -- features, a straight nose, high cheekbones, and large green eyes with a blond thatch on top, now plastered to his head by his swim from the shore. His smooth skin had the unbroken tan of one who was not shy about spending a lot of time out of doors in the nude. Otherwise, his hide would be a pasty white like his Dutch ancestors. His skin was smooth without any trace of body hair, even at his arm pits and at the fork of his legs. Like so many youths in that final decade of the twenty-first century he had used a one-time depilatory which left him permanently beardless and hairless all over. Kevin was proud that his trim body completely clean and smooth and free of body hair. The way the shaft of his manhood sprouted directly from his belly wall rather than from a wiry thicket made him feel that much more naked and sexy. That was the look young males favored: smooth, hairless, nude, and bronzed all over without any tan lines. No fair using sun lamps either. You had to get your tan from going around naked. He stepped into the inviting water. The water was clear and the river had firm sandy bottom. When he was up to his hips the boy slid into an easy crawl, soon reaching the diving float that swung at anchor in the deeper water in the middle of the river. He pulled himself aboard and started his post run stretching routine to keep his muscles and tendons loose. It was an eclectic set, some based on yoga, others on tai qi. His slim form transitioned smoothly from one difficult pose after another, each held, relaxed, then repeated a prescribed number of times. For a runner Kevin was astonishingly limber. To stretch his hamstrings, he stood on one leg and propped the heel of the other foot on a rail higher than his waist, bending slowly forward to touch his nose to his shin. At one point with both feet flat on the platform he bent forward to grasp his ankles with his forearms along his calves. That posture put his head pointed to the ground, rump and hips uppermost, his genitals and anal ring visible between slender thighs. No tan lines marred the deep tan on his trim physique; his skin was bronzed and smooth without any trace of body hair. Anyone paddling by in a boat would have been enthralled by this unintentionally lubricious display of the gracile and lissom physique of an extraordinarily athletic youth, a display that must arouse the concupiscence of any male who appreciates a lovely boy. Kevin lay down for a brief rest before his morning swim. The boy looked utterly alluring, utterly vulnerable, lying on the bare boards, eyes closed, angelic features relaxed in light slumber. His small, nude, hairless physique was trim and taut and tanned, a perfect exemplar of the young male nude. He lay still, out there in the open, unconcerned that with his legs spread apart he was totally exposed, even his well formed genitals and the small hole just visible between his buttocks. He liked these early morning sessions, an hour after dawn, giving him enough time for a run and a swim before he was obliged to head over to school. No point coming by in the afternoon, when the younger kids showed up, splashing, getting in his way, and making entirely too much noise. What is with all that screeching anyway. Had he been that way at their age? The fact is that Kevin was a somewhat introverted and contemplative youngster who like to curl up with a book and often preferred his own company, though he made a big exception for his boyfriend, Derek. Best friends since first grade, they had become lovers a year earlier. This stretch of the river was kept clear of alligators by electronic and robotic guardians. So Kevin did not have to fear being seized by one of the fearsome predators and torn apart for his flesh. Just as well, a short, slightly built boy like him would have had little chance against such a river monster, especially in the water. Some grow to sixteen feet (5 m) and can top a thousand pounds (450 kg). Little Kevin Havelaar, though fully grown at seventeen was only 160 centimeters (5 foot three) and weighed just under 50 kilos (108 lbs). Shaking his long blond locks, Kevin dove back into the river. He swam back and forth across the lagoon for the better part of an hour, relishing the feel of the warm waters touching him everywhere, like a lover with a hundred hands, exulting in the strength and power of his strokes, in his mastery of the watery element in which he felt so much at home. In this natural setting, his rhythmic movements and deep breathing induced a mild euphoria. He let go of his problems and his mundane cares and lived in the moment. Kevin varied his strokes from the initial easy crawl to a slow inverted breast stroke that let him watch the clouds as he glided atop the water. At times he surface dived to swim underwater like a seal down to the rocky bottom. Underwater everything was green and he couldn't see very well -- mostly murky shapes of fish or underwater plants. Still he felt like he was a part of the watery realm, one of its native creatures, swimming as he did entirely naked and with any equipment. At a pool he would have swum with goggles, swim paddles on his hands, and shin fins for propulsion. At the river he was as nature had made him, a nude teenage male. Kevin was one of those kids who spent so much time in the water they were called mer-boys or sea sprites. Friends joked that his ancestors a couple of generations back must have included a mermaid or a selkie. Indeed he was always in or by the water: at the shore, the lake, or the pool. In between swims, he stretched out on the strand or the lawn, reading and studying his lessons. Then it was time for another swim. An accomplished athlete but not a jock, Kevin was an intelligent lad who took a keen interest in his studies. After he splashed his way ashore Kevin took a walk around the park, a state nature preserve, keeping to the footpaths, admiring the way the colors of land and river and sky complemented each other. He watched and listened to the birds and small creatures that inhabited this region seemingly untouched by the hand of man. It felt primeval being alone in the tropical vegetation, with the river at hand and beyond that the smell of the sea. But for the occasional airplane overhead, he might have imagined himself a shipwrecked sailor on a desert island lost in a green sea. The hand of man had not altered this pristine landscape. True, Kevin was there, but a slender nude human boy was hardly an intrusion of civilization, more like a specimen of native fauna. These days he hardly ever wore clothing. He considered nudity the default status. Why bother with clothing when it was so hot and you were young and pretty? It was only when his mom was home that Kevin bothered wearing anything at all and even then only in the common areas. In his own room or in the back yard by the pool he never wore clothing. At seventeen, legally he was an adult and could do as he pleased. He did wrap a sarong around his hips when he sat down for dinner. Her husband was no help at all. Although he himself was content to dress in lightweight clothing made of modern miracle fabrics that shed heat and wicked sweat away from the body, he did not fault his son for his preference for nudity. Kevin's dad rather liked the way young males these days could get away from conventional fussiness and female inspired standards of deportment, certainly far more than he had been able to just twenty five years earlier. It had started with the sagger boys in the early decades of the century who had changed notions of about how much of the human body could be bared in public. So Kevin's father took vicarious pleasure that his son could enjoy such freedom from convention. The boy was the apple of his eye, always got good grades, never got into trouble, was polite and only very occasionally rebellious, which was no more than his birthright as a teenager. As his dad saw it, if young guys were casual about lack of clothing, it just a case of males finally taking back some of the public space after centuries of supine efforts to please the distaff half of the population. You didn't have to be a chauvinist to appreciate that males have always gravitated to social spaces where they could mix freely among themselves without conventional accouterments like clothing: at camp, in the dorm, in the barracks, in the military, at sea, at the swimming hole, the nudie beach, men's clubs, wherever they could get away from female inspired rules of behavior. No wonder so many like Kevin, considered nudity the default option these days. If you didn't have a definite reason, why bother with clothing? Also the oppressive heat from global warming went a long way to justifying casual public nudity or the skimpiest and loosest of clothing for young males. Familiar as the sight of Kevin in the nude might be around the neigborhood, the boy still turned heads every time he went by, his ass cheeks dimpling fetchingly with his stride. No one could be indifferent to his stunning looks, so totally on display. His smooth hairless skin only accented the play of muscles as he ran along or played frisbee. Like so many athletes he seemed utterly blase about his state of undress when stopped on the street for chit chat. He was always welcome in the neighbor's back yards playing volley ball or swimming in the nude or lying around. As far as he was concerned being totally naked was his default state. Of necessity there still was a double standard. Even with the security of their web implants, females had to be so much more careful about casual nudity, human nature being what it is. Girls were rightly cautious about provoking potentially predatory young males. Still no matter what a person's orientation, a sexy pretty boy like Kevin was a welcome sight on the street except among the fuddy-duddies in the neighborhood. Just that morning, his neighbors across the street, an older gay couple had watched him set off on his morning training run and swim. "There he goes again, that Havelaar boy." The grizzled man named Fred observed. "Out for another training run in the nude. You almost never see him wearing clothes these days, not for the last few years anyway." His longtime companion Harry sitting on the screened porch next to him an nodded. "Not like when we were his age, lucky SOB. There was a day when a lad of seventeen jogging naked down a residential street would have been hauled in by the police. How times have changed. And now that he has reached the so-called age of majority, even his folks can't tell him to put on a pair of pants. Not that I am complaining, Fred. You should have seen him playing volleyball the other day, lunging and jumping, setting up and smashing balls, always in motion, butt cheeks flexing and dimpling, He is the cutest boy anywhere in these parts. What taut buns!" "Amen to that Harry. My intellect informs my that glutes are simply one of our human adaptations for upright posture. My libido tells me they are all part of courtship display. How can anyone look unmoved at the way those cheeks twitch so provocatively as he walks about. Though I am a real fan of his corrugated chest and belly. And just think; he is going to stay that way for centuries, young and beautiful." Fred was referring to life extension techniques based on gene tweaking of the gametes before conception and birth. Kevin was a member of the first generation to fully benefit from advances in the understanding of obscure structures called telomeres in chromosomes, which induced the body to maintain its physiological processes in a state of homeostasis. The gene therapy also stopped the aging process in the late teens. Kevin would spend the next three or four centuries never aging as a beardless and hairless youth of seventeen, looking exactly as he did just then. He was also protected against all forms of cancer. Gene tweaking resulted in a high percentage of gay boys, almost one-third, all with very healthy sex drives and many with exhibitionist tendencies. Kevin certainly wasn't shy about displaying himself. He didn't take a bus to his all boys school. Instead he treated the five kilometer distance as a training run, a wake up exercise that got his blood circulating and not so incidentally showed his fine body off to everyone along the way. It was not like he had to carry anything back and forth. He would arrive at school then duck under an outdoor shower head briefly to wash the sweat off, before walking to his locker in the hallway to slip on a sarong before class. Sarongs were virtually a uniform for male teenagers these days. Like so many of his contemporaries Kevin had learned to appreciate the utility and beauty of the sarong. It came in a near infinite variety of patterns and colors, cost almost nothing, could be donned or doffed in an instant, flattered the slender male physique, especially the rump. Unlike a skirt it draped close to the slender limbs of its male wearers, which is why the original meaning of the word was sheath. A sarong could easily be put into service as a ground cloth too. Just strip it off and lie upon on it. Also a sarong was the ultimate in comfort, non-binding and lightweight; some came in a sturdy tan-through fabric. You never had to worry about getting caught in the rain either. The warm rains of Florida just drained off the treated fabric. The ultimate in wash and wear. If you really had to put clothes on, you could do a lot worse than a sarong. Chapter 2. Derek "Hi, Kev, oops, I mean, Salut, mon vieux." Kevin smiled, returning his friend Derek's greeting with "Tchao", the French version of the Italian salutation. The use of English was banned during their class in conversational French. Derek joined his fellow students in the shade of the big live oak tree. Classes were often held outdoors. at least those that did not require texts or audio-visual equipment. Derek saw that Kevin had stripped off his sarong and was entirely bare or 'ˆ poil', French for in his birthday suit. The only thing Kevin was wearing was a sheen of sweat. He positively glowed with good health and sex appeal. For the sake of solidarity with his boyfriend, Derek slipped off his shorts and sat his bare ass on Kevin's sarong which was spread out for a ground cloth. Kevin had his legs stretched out and ankles crossed, supporting himself on arms locked behind and to the side. The pose was practical to prop up his torso, but it also showed off his muscled legs and the deltoids at his shoulders. The posture highlighted the well defined cleavage between his firm pectorals with their tiny red nipples, and the boy's sculpted eight-pack abs. For his part, Derek was dark haired with startlingly blue eyes. He was taller than Kevin by seven inches (18 cm), lean, and in good shape. Masculinely handsome rather than boyishly pretty like Kevin, Derek was nonetheless just as smooth and hairless as his lover. Both were each other's first real lovers and were besotted with each other. Derek reached out with one foot to rub his friend's leg affectionately. He waved an arm in front of his face to disperse a small cloud of gnats. Fortunately the gene tweaking before birth had made his skin produce a natural insect repellent that kept biting and stinging insects from even landing on him, a real blessing for nude sweaty boys. The teacher sighed as his students settled down. These boys from the upper middle class shared genetically engineered health and good looks. Just as well. In the heat of late spring few bothered with anything above the waist and little below, maybe lightweight silken shorts or a loincloth passed between the legs. Many like the Havelaar boy and his friend were entirely nude. Not that it was against the rules, not outdoors on school grounds, but Henri Le Brun did raise an eyebrow to the shameless blond lad and his posing. In response, the boy tucked his sex between his thighs making it disappear. Then he smiled sweetly at the prof as if he were an innocent sexless creature. Still the boy was a diligent student if occasionally irreverent. Also Kevin was very easy on the eyes. His beauty was almost enough to make a confirmed ladies man like himself reconsider his options. It was hard to believe anyone could be that good looking and even more amazing that the boy was not stuck up about his good looks. He was a really nice kid. Derek was really slumming taking this particular class. He had picked up enough French to get along in French when his father, an American diplomat, was stationed in French speaking Africa. Still Kevin was his boyfriend and they liked to take classes together. It also helped with their homework. Two heads are better than one. They collaborated especially well on research and writing projects. After school the two friends walked the ten minutes over to Derek's house, messaging Kevin's folks to let them know he planned to stay the night and go directly to school in the morning. Responsible and level headed as they were, the boys did not indulge themselves in fun and frolic as soon as they walked through the door. True Derek's dad was at a week long conference in Washington, but, as always, they were conscientious about getting their homework out of the way first. Afterwards it was time for sex. They pair set aside their normal social equality for the roles that gave them the most pleasure: Derek, the dominant master, and Kevin, the humble houri boy. Derek had fixed up a small portion of the finished basement which he called his dungeon. It was just a corner of the downstairs outfitted with resilient tile on the floor and with eyebolts set into the beams and tie off points in the two walls. Holographic projectors created a convincing 360 degree illusion of a castle dungeon with dank cut-stone walls equipped with a illusory rack along one entirely illusory wall. "On your hands and knees, my young captive!" the older youth ordered. "Head down, rump up. Show me that boy hole of yours." A sexual submissive, the smaller youth made no protest but dropped to the floor, putting his head to the rubber tile, and reached back to spread his ass cheeks, to display his hole. Derek ran his fingers over the smooth skin of the boy's ass. His fingertips traced the cleavage and circled the entry way. Abruptly the bigger youth snapped handcuffs around Kevin's wrists. The boy shivered, lightheaded from the surge of lust aroused by his helplessness. Derek locked a collar around his neck then attached a short chain from it to the handcuffs. That held the boy's shackled wrists up between his shoulder blades, uncovering his rump entirely. The boy moaned as Derek fitted a spreader bar on his ankles rendering him truly helpless. Kevin's mind slipped into the familiar role of captive and sex slave. Now Derek could do with him what he liked. "Now, slave boy, pooch open as you have been taught. Open that hole for me." Derek said that in a deliberately melodramatic tone, emphasizing his order with a smart slap of his lover's rump. He had slipped entirely into the role of captor and master. Kevin shivered with anticipation, knowing how much Derek loved to play with his hole, how much it got both of them excited. As ordered he squeezed his anal muscles to open the whorl of muscle guarding the entrance. From Derek's training and long practice, the boy had achieved conscious control of the muscles of his anus. The hole dutifully opened up, yawning wide, a dark hole in the center of the crevice formed by his ass cleavage. Derek's mouth and tongue went to work, smooching the orifice, licking the circumference, rimming the pink ring, thrusting in and out of the hole, teasing the bottom boy, getting him worked up. Derek reached between his lover's slender legs and toyed with Kevin's cock and balls dangling there so vulnerably. Derek's fingers rolled the balls back and forth in their sac. His thumb ran over the glans of the boy's cock, already poking out of the foreskin, leaking pre-cum. Kevin moaned as the thumb spread the pre-ejaculate over the entire head of his cock. Heat flooded his belly as his cock became hard though still pointed down. Derek worked it like a teat, milking the shaft. Meanwhile, with his other hand, he inserted two fingers into the boy's hole and spread lubricant all around and inside. As the hole opened wider, another finger followed, then another. "Now I control your body, little one, your limbs and your orifices. I will determine what satisfactions you may achieve this evening, if any. Do you understand?" "Yes, Derek -- I mean yes master. "the boy amended hurriedly. "I am your slut boy, your boy toy, do with me as you will, master." The corny dialogue aroused both of them as they played out their designated roles. Derek withdrew his fingers. Kevin wondered what toys Derek would use on him this evening. There was a lot that a horny male could do with a teenage butt hole and Derek know all the techniques. He had a full set of toys for exploiting the sensual possibilities of a young anal submissive like Kevin. Shackled as he was, Kevin didn't get a vote on the proceedings. Kevin soon divined Derek's intentions as a stainless steel ball pressed at his orifice, distending the anal ring more and more till the ball's equator slipped passed the ring, and the ball lodged itself in Kevin's rectum. He could feel the cord that connected it to the next ball. That was not long in slipping inside to join the first. With the insertion of the third, the anal beads started pressing against Kevin's prostate. Derek packed more and more spheres into the boy's cavity, rubbing the belly to pack them tighter. When the boy was absolutely stuffed, Derek started to pull them out. One by one the shiny surface of a sphere pushed aside the asslips, its progress halted temporarily when the sphere was halfway out, distending the pink ring to its maximum. Just when Kevin felt the strain must tear him apart, Derek gave a tug that made the anal bead slip out of the hole. And so it went, one after another. Kevin writhed in his bondage, thoroughly aroused by the play with the anal beads. As Derek pulled the last one out, he replaced it with his truncheon of a cock, slamming it all the way into the boy's hungry hole. Kevin let out a yowl of surprise as the shaft slid into him. As Derek pumped away, his slender body shuddered helplessly from hips to head, completely caught up in the sea of sensation coursing through his body. Suddenly his orgasm cut loose, his anal muscles clamping hard around the cock impaling him. That set Derek off too, at the two youths came simultaneously. The bigger youth collapsed onto his lover's small body, then rolled off to let him breathe more easily. After a while, Derek released his lover from bondage and they spooned themselves together and fell asleep. Since Kevin had slept over, both boys got up early. After a light breakfast of juice, cottage cheese for Derek and yoghurt for Kevin and half an English muffin, they took a brief shower. They knew they would be getting sweaty but they did not want to offend anyone with the odor of sex on their bodies. Then they went for a run and a swim, afterwards jogging over to their school. The following day was Saturday, so the boys carried their short boards down to the beach for a day of surfing and swimming. Although they wore abbreviated shorts for the walk, they quickly stripped those off. Both lads like the kiss of the hot sun on their bare asses as they lay belly down on the short squared off boards. You did not stand up on these boards but stayed flat on them or maybe got up on all fours. That is why the board leash was attached to a wrist rather than an ankle. It was like body surfing only with a flotation device. The boys spent most of the morning and a good part of the afternoon at the beach, sometimes horsing around with their pals or having a bite to eat at the beach cafe. "Does life get any better than this?" Kevin asked contentedly, his head lying on Derek's abs. "Well here we are Kev: healthy, in love, and enjoying ourselves both in school and out. I heard that in the old days, high school kids had to listen to boring lectures all the time. Nowadays, we can progress much faster, cover more material, learn more in a school year, and have fun doing it. With our implants we can connect to the web from anywhere to read, study, drill, or practice. So the only reason to go to the school grounds is for classes where you need to have other people for, like languages, debate, drama, and so on. Or you need specialized equipment like in the science labs and shops." Derek replied. "And sports too." Kevin reminded him. Their school boasted both indoor and outdoor pools, running track, ball fields, etc. The changes in pedagogy were driven by technology. Thanks to their implants, kids had no need of text books, computers, cell phones, etc. The implants were semiorganic circuits implanted in the right side the skull that connected them to the world wide web. Images, texts, graphics, even maps or video were projected onto contact lenses permanently attached to their corneas. Anywhere they went, they could borrow a smart pad which functioned as virtual keypad and touch screen to do research, write, or drill. The implants were for social communication as well. Software agents monitored and routed message traffic, whether voice, text, imagery, video, whatever. The implants were especially handy in emergencies. And of course, with satellite based navigation, no one could get lost. Chapter 3. Clubbing On Saturday evenings Derek and Kevin often went clubbing. Not that they drank a lot, just enough to get in the mood. It was mostly about dancing, meeting friends, and having fun. The young couple liked to show how well they danced whether doing energetic fast dances or the slow romantic dances that had recently become popular. In some of the clubs the dance floor was clothing optional, so they would check their sarongs and give everyone a good look at a very pretty gay couple having a good time. The press of humanity kept the rooms hot, so all participants were soon dripping with perspiration, their sweatiness reminiscent of how they would look during sex. When they danced close, cheek to cheek, Derek licked the sweat from the face of his beloved, sticking his tongue out to catch salty drops on the tip Kevin's nose. They pulled their bodies close, arms roaming over each other's slippery shoulders and backs and rumps, their faces lit up in smiles. The highlights from the spots and strobes overhead played over the healthy bodies of the young nude dancers as they moved their bodies suggestively, hips swaying or bellies pushing into each other. Kevin often danced himself into a state of arousal. A wise man once said that romantic dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal intention. Nude and pretty as he was, out on the dance floor lovely Kevin was sexiness incarnate, his sweaty limbs moving erotically, his ball sac pulled tight to the fork of his legs with his engorged cock jutting straight out from his body, its fleshy purpled glans like an arrowhead at the end of the shaft, a droplet of fluid glistening on its tip. It made a composition just bursting with youthful male assertiveness. Kevin liked the way his hairless groin made his genitals look larger, though they were a pretty fair size for someone with his slight build. The boy shivered with the frisson of his own naughtiness. The other dancers on the floor were delighted by the way the well lit globes of Kevin's cute butt contrasted with the darkness of his deep cleavage. The light beams glinted off the sparkles with which Kevin had adorned himself and the sweat dripping down his face and body. The lovers didn't mind if other guys cut in to dance with Derek or Kevin. Both boys were very popular with their crowd. None of this gentlemanly tapping on the shoulder, either. Correct etiquette for cutting into a dance with a nude boy was to stroke his back down to his rump and then squeeze his buttock as the signal for him to turn around and dance with a new partner. The boys were very popular for sharing themselves so willingly, at least on the dance floor. Their ready smiles and lithe bodies made them favorites everywhere. Kevin especially welcomed his partners' attentions to his delectable body. Fine by him if their hands wandered all over him, touching him in naughty places. More than once, Kevin got so excited that he climaxed unexpectedly when the back of a hand or a thigh brushed his erection or the blade of a hand delved into his cleavage, providing the final stimulus that pushed him over the edge. Helpless in the throes of his passion, the boy's knees buckled as Derek and other dancers held him up, his hips thrusting convulsively. Moaning reflexively, Kevin's jutting cock sent the first shot of splooge to splash on the floor a good body's length away. Slumped in the arms of those around him, eyes closed, face screwed up from the sensations coursing through his small body, Kevin felt hands all over his body as he discharged his vital bodily fluids in a display of lubricious concupiscence. Sometimes other dances caught his ejaculate in their hands and brought it up to his swollen cockhead, rubbing it into the sensitive glans. The other dancers were delighted at the naughty display by the randy lad, crowding around him, caressing his tush, delving the blades of their hands into his cleavage, one man boldly thrusting a thumb up the boy's hole to tickle his prostate. Hands spread his legs apart for better access. Men ran their fingers over the chevrons of his ribs or tweaked the stiff nubbins of his nipples. Spent and tired, Kevin smiled weakly at the crowd, intensely embarrassed by his latest involuntary public ejaculation, knowing video of his indiscretion was surely already posted on the web. Would he ever live this down even with his centuries before him? Despite the embarrassment, as an oversexed teenager and cock proud boy, Kevin was also gratified at such demonstrations of his virility. Not bad for a bottom boy! Regaining his feet and pushing through the press of male flesh, he would step out the back to use the outdoor shower on the path leading to the beach and return refreshed and clean to the dance floor to the plaudits of the crowd and the warm embrace of his lover Derek. So one way or another, from school, the parks and beaches, their neighborhoods, or the clubs they frequented, the lovely nude physiques of the young couple Derek and Kevin were a familiar sight. Everyone could see they were really in love with each other but the lads were not averse to occasional extracurricular activity, with the understanding that it was purely physical. Still some of the young men of the area hoped to make it a steady threesome. Gosh those boys were so damn cute. Many of the nightclubs were owned by Chinese, a reflection of the mid-century influx of immigrants from China as rising seas drowned low lying coastal areas. Florida was a favorite destination for the Chinese, though some people said the clubs were controlled by gangsters, the "tongs" or even the mysterious "Triad". That only added to the excitement though not to the danger. Good managers anxious for repeat business, the owners made sure their security forces kept the peace even among horny and inebriated young man cavorting stark naked on the dance floor. And no, there were no back rooms, not for sex anyway, though you could indulge your penchant for gambling, all quite legally. Neither boy liked to gamble. It was just throwing your money away, as far as they were concerned. Came graduation from high school and the summer break. The lovers separated temporarily. Derek went off on an archeological dig as a volunteer. Kevin took a couple of courses in geology at the local college which were prerequisites for more advanced work in his freshman year at Cartwright College in Georgia. Meanwhile, Johnny Loh, the owner of one of the dance clubs called the nude boy into his office right off the dance floor. Two of his security men were in there with him. One of them led Kevin under the overhead light. Loh motioned with his hand for Kevin to twirl himself around, to let himself be examined from every angle, including his back and bum. "Yes, good moves and very sexy too. Kevin, I want to offer you a part time gig in my club, as a gogo boy. You will make good money, I promise you." "Well, what would I do, sir. I am no entertainer." "Actually you are a very good dancer and very easy on the eyes, very sexy. You will do fine as a gogo boy. I would expect you to do several sets a night say twice a week. That won't interfere with your summer courses, will it? Gogo boys start by dancing barefoot atop the bar, doing a slow strip tease: tank top, stockings, shorts, and myabe a thong. Then, once the boy is totally naked, he does some more steps before hopping down and joining patrons on the dance floor, those with tickets. And no, we are not selling actual sex services. I am not asking you to become a rent boy. Just a lot of gyrating and suggestion and touching. Not much different than what you have done before, really, on the dance floor, though you won't get to pick and choose your partners when you are on the clock." "Well, I could sure use money for college expenses next semester. And I am an exhibitionist anyway, if the truth were known. I am certainly not body shy. I have nothing everyone hasn't seen before and many of them touched as well. Gosh. Does that make me sound like a boy slut?" "No, just a teenager with a healthy sex drive. You are a natural for this little one, preternaturally comely of face and form, uninhibited, and you have a good sense of humor too. All the other clubs will be envious. Understand now, many of the patrons will take pictures and video of you especially when you are dancing with a hard on." "I suppose that makes me kind of a porno boy. I just hope my mom doesn't see any of those pictures. I don't have much a reputation left running around the neighborhood bareass most of the time." Mr. Loh smiled indulgently. This kid was a natural for the job. No way pictures of the lad wouldn't get around. How could he expect otherwise. A shameless boy who goes around in public stark naked cannot have any expectations of privacy or modesty. Nice kid though. Always polite and never gave any trouble. Actually, though he preferred the ladies, Loh wouldn't mind giving this sexy lad a tumble. He had to be the prettiest little thing he had seen in ages. That pert rump of his was to die for. How nice that the obliging lad kept it on public display so much. Loh made a mental note that the clothing the boy would strip off daily for his strip tease should be as diaphanous and sheer as he could arrange. He would have the boy backlit when he came out for his set to show every curve of his luscious body. Then spotlights from the front would highlight his dazzling body to the clientele. The cloth would be so lightweight that if would flutter slowly to the floor as the boy removed and dropped each item. Also flowers, the boy should have a flowers in his hair, maybe a wreath on top or a single large blossom at this right ear. Fragrances too. Every inch of the boy's smooth skin be covered with a fragrant oil that would both make it shine and smell sweet. Imagine the highlights that spotlights might create on the curves of the boy's jutting buttocks. Little Kevin would be a sensation. And so it proved to be. Everyone wanted to see the wanton boy do his slow strip tease. Not that his "clothing" concealed very much. The tank top was made of a sheer skin-tight stretch fabric cut off at the waist. Kevin would wriggle his upper torso out of that letting the clientele admire his nicely corrugated chest and belly. He leaned against a pole as he propped a leg up at eye level to roll his knee length socks down to his ankles, pulling them off over his bare feet. That left only a pair of skimpy shorts on his narrow hips the front bulging out from his erection. He pulled those off slowly, letting everyone see more and more of his cleavage till he turned around, the waistband pulled as low as the root of his cock. With the audience's encouragement, he dropped those abruptly to his ankles, letting his cock slap back against his belly, posing there nude, sweaty, erect, and utterly desirable. Johnny Loh had seen many unadorned young male bodies, but nothing quite so sexy as Kevin's taut little frame. Without an ounce of extra flesh he was obviously healthy, athletic, and acrobatic. A fine dancer anyway, the lad knew how to create suspense with his deliberately languid movements, brief pauses, and sultry looks. He was a leaker too, with copious amounts of precum oozing out of the slit at the end of his cock. Sometimes he would sport a string of the sticky fluid dangling from the tip of his cock to past his knees, much to the delight of the patrons. They put bets on how long it would get as measured by the meter stick the barkeep kept behind the bar. The boy was utterly uninhibited: nude, erect, dripping, his taut hairless body exuded sex appeal and raw animal magnetism. Kevin's acrobatic ability and flexibility were on display too. He would stand on his hands or wrapped himself around a pole. He could put his weight on his arms and extend his body parallel to the bar. Patrons' eyes popped when he did a full balletic split on the bar, putting his cock and balls down on the wood right in front of their drinks. Some men liked to reached out and finger his package. Others touched an ice cube to his genitals or his navel. That made the boy hiss or suck in his belly but did not object to the minor torment nor even try to protect himself. He even let a favored few patrons slip an ice cube into his hole, which made his squirm and groan sexily till it melted away. Then he joined patrons on the dance floor, entirely nude, making his body available to their questing hands. Some danced with the boy just for the fun of it. He looked so sexy doing his steps, twisting and whirling his trim body. Others boldly took command of the boy, leading him across the dance floor by his stiff prick, then dancing close. Some cupped and weighed his genitals or stroked his cock. Others preferred to slow dance with him, often in pairs, with the boy sandwiched between, swaying their bodies together back and forth, flesh pressing on flesh. He liked feeling their hard bodies pressing in on him front and back, their hands all over his bare skin, totally exposed to their gaze and touch. He let patrons kiss him, tongues dueling, letting them inhale the scent of healthy boy, fondle the manhood he was so proud of, and squeeze and pet his rump. He liked to have their questing hands roam all over him, from shoulders to back to rump, from nipples to navel to smooth groin, tactile proof of their admiration for his sexy physique. For the patrons, it was the next best thing to hauling the boy off to bed for fun and frolic. As a result of his brazenness and wanton display of his nude body, Kevin's tip jar filled to overflowing. One time though an insistent group of patrons trapped Kevin in a dark corner, grabbed his slender limbs and threw the squirming boy belly down on a table. Strong arms spread his limbs into an X, giving the men total access to his orifices. With a man holding onto each arm, other men controlling both of his legs, and with his neck trapped between the thighs of yet another assailant, Poor Kevin could not get away. One man pressed an auto-injector to his right buttock giving him a dose of a strong aphrodisiac. Kevin's body shook with lust, his passions so aroused he couldn't think to call for help via his implant, which would have been useless anyway because of the disrupter one of the men had activated. These guys had come prepared. They had long wanted more than to cop a feel of his luscious body during a dance. This was their chance to fuck the lad senseless. It was an all out gang bang with at least thirty guys taking him at both ends, many of them repeatedly. Even patrons not originally in on the game threw in with them if only for the chance to teach the little cock tease a lesson. He was just asking for it, wasn't he? Shake his booty like that all the time at a crowd of red blooded males, would he? Well there were consequences for small, nude, smooth, and preternaturally pretty lads who engaged in such recklessness surrounded by horny dudes who had reached the limit of their patience. So cock after cock plunged into his holes, driven by the hip muscles of his assailants. The worst was that, with the drug in his system, his body betrayed him with an intense arousal of his own, making him dizzy, leaving him even more helpless in the throes of unquenchable lusts. His erotic zones turned super sensitive. He moaned as one of the men rolled the tip of his nipples with his fingers. He shuddered as hands stroked the soft flesh of his inner thigh or traced the chevrons of his ribs. He did not want this, but his body was afire with passion, his cock painfully erect and his butt cheeks clenched hard. One of the assailants tormented Kevin's hard cock, bent it down, away from his belly then released it, watching it snap up and slap his belly with a thwack. Others teased the sweet spot under the head of the glans and rolled his balls in their fingers, making the boy shudder with unbearable lust, transformed into a sex puppet by their manipulation of his cravings. His struggles and whimpers only excited his rapists the more. It was such fun to grapple that sweaty boyish body, to clutch the struggling boy to their hairy chests, to turn him over on his back or put him up on hands and knees, all the while maintaining control of his delectable physique. Hands were all over him, holding him in position, stroking, kneading, slapping, and pinching. Some men liked to hold his legs up and spread out wishbone style, stroking the tender skin of his inner thighs, one of his prime erogenous zones. Others pulled him ass over teakettle, his small body doubled over, butt in the air, his genitals dangling over his face. He was flexible enough they could order him to lick his own cock, to take the entire glans into his own mouth and a thumb's width of the shaft, sucking and tonguing his virile member. They liked a kid to have some fight in him, to put up some resistance, to make them work for it. What is the fun in dominating a supine fuck toy? So by all means, let him buck and tug and kick and squirm. They loved the way his well defined muscles moved under this smooth skin. Straining his muscles made the kid look that much sexier by emphasizing the masculine hardness of his trim little body. What a pretty little thing he was too, his slender legs smaller around than the arms of some of the big bruisers who held him, a mere boy fallen into the clutches of grown men. His protests muffled by the cocks in his mouth, little Kevin was helpless as the horny men debauched him, filling his belly and his ass with their male juices and making him ejaculate repeatedly during the rough scene. All the while they abused the lad verbally, humiliating him and calling him names. "Kick and squirm all you want pussy boy, but you were born for this. You are a natural born cock sucker." "That's better fag boy; spread your legs wider, let us at that tight hole of yours." "That quim of his won't be so tight after we are through with this kid, that's for sure." "Nothing like an orgy or a gang bang to put a choosy kid like that in his place. Nor more of teasing -- you can touch but don't fuck. To hell with that nonsense." "Right. This scene is no more than the little prick tease deserves, leading everyone on like that all the time. If ever a boy was born to be fucked it's little Kevin here." The man emphasized his words with a sharp slap to the boy's ass. The worse of it was that much of what his tormentors said was true enough. Kevin was, after all, an exhibitionist, prancing about the dance floor without a stitch on. It turned him on to be in the middle of a crowd, totally naked, dancing his ass off, all sweaty and glistening, with everything hanging out. How could he not enjoy himself that way. Kevin was a bum boy, a natural submissive, a bottom boy who sexual role was to be penetrated by more powerful males. He couldn't help being aroused by the rough sex, the slaps and pinches, the dirty language. What other fate could nature have reserved for for a short, slightly built lad, much prettier than any boy rightly ought to be, endowed with two hungry holes that needed to be filled. Kevin was finally rescued when Johnny Loh realized what was going on and had his bouncers pull the men off his dancer. In a stern voice, he reminded the patrons that there were limits on what they could do with the gogo boys. The club was not a brothel, this was not an orgy, and Kevin was no one's sex slave. He was a dancer earning an honest living. Kevin was not really physically damaged by the gang bang other than considerable soreness and bruises all over, but he was pretty disgusted with the way the men had treated him, giving him a drug to turn him into a mindless sex toy. A couple of the other gogo boys helped Kevin into the shower. The battered boy managed to stay on his feet as his friends used soap and bath gloves to cleanse his tired body. The lather and the slightly rough surface of the gloves loosened the grime from his body, letting the sweat and dirt and dried up bodily fluids flow down the drain. One boy shampooed Kevin's hair as he stood up the shower head. After a while, he felt squeaky clean and practically human again. Jon Loh sent him home in a car and gave him the rest of the week off with pay, apologetic that his men had not noticed his plight for so long. No way to keep the story quiet either, not with the spectacular set of bruises on the physique of a boy who paraded around in the nude much of the time. Bruises on the upper arms showed how he had been immobilized for the assault. Finger marks on his butt cheeks showed how his suitors had squeezed his luscious ass as they plowed into it again and again. Oh people expressed sympathy, clucking at the hard use to which the boy had been put. How could any abuse such a lovely youth as that Havelaar boy, one of the nicest kids you would ever care to meet, even if he couldn't seem to keep his pants on. Well, he was young, the juices were flowing. This was his time. Some of the neighbors, like the gay couple Fred and Harry, had a glint in their eyes that told Kevin they would have liked a chance to join the party while it was on. Kevin chalked the whole thing up to a learning experience. At least now he knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of a gang bang cum sex orgy. He was honest enough to admit that at some level at least, given his nature as a bottom boy, a sexual submissive, he had responded to the sexual aggressiveness of his assailants. With the aphrodisiac in his blood stream stoking his sex drive and suppressing his inhibitions, Kevin found himself helpless in the grip of his captors, impelled by his own lusts, tempest tossed on a sea of sensation, as cock after cock penetrated his hungry holes. Well he had been tempting fate, dancing as a gogo boy and doing a strip tease at a gay club. Aside from that one incident, Kevin liked his job at the club. It paid well, he was friends with the other boys and many of the patrons. He liked to dance, and it gave him a chance to indulge his exhibitionism. All well and good as long as everyone understood that from now on, no rough stuff. Chapter 4. Reunion Derek returned from his archeological gig for an unhappy reunion with his boyfriend. He had seen some pictures of Kevin at work as a gogo boy and the images seemed much more hard core than the innocent fun that Kevin's messages and calls had made it out to be. Guy were pushing ice cubes up Kevin's tight quim, for crying out loud. Derek was hurt that Kevin had shared himself so freely while, he Derek, had spent a mostly chaste summer at his archeological dig site. It wasn't fair. Then there was that gang bang, which must be at least partly Kevin's fault for shaking his booty around so lasciviously. "What! Are you serious Derek? You're saying it was my fault I got jumped by thirty guys?" "I not saying you invited it, not deliberately, Kev, but the way you come onto people it's like you wanted it, at least part of you did. I saw the video. Your cock was iron hard and you came again and again." "Oh, Derek, how could you say such a thing. That was an involuntary reaction. It often happens in male rape. Derek, it was the most humiliating experience of my life and very painful. And now you're accusing me of enjoying it, of having lead those men on." Kevin ran out of Derek's house in tears and in nothing else. As nearly always these days, he was in the rude nude. Derek could only watch his friend's retreating figure, his heart heavy with regret at their breakup. He immediately regretted his harsh words. As he cooled down he realized that Kevin really couldn't help being a bit of a cock tease. That was just the way he was, and Derek had to admit that he loved the boy like that: small, smooth, coquettishly pretty, compliant, and ardent. He was everything a dominant like Derek loved in a submissive boy. Besides their strong sexual attraction, Kevin was his lifelong friend, his best friend ever, his soul mate. How stupid of him to endanger their relationship with angry words, words he now realized arose in part from simple jealousy. How unfair that was to Kevin, the most honest boy he had ever known. Derek picked up the sarong his lover had left behind and, similarly outfitted, went to find Kevin. As he expected, Kevin was at the river, sitting up in a tree, some distance off the footpath. He actually heard the boy's soft sobs before he spotted him. The boy's grief cut into Derek. What a jerk he had been, driving his friend to tears, to running away from him. He hoped Kevin would forgive him. Stepping up close, he spoke in a low voice, in a tone of anguish and anxiety. "I'm sorry so Kev. I was a complete jerk to talk to you that way. I wouldn't blame you if you never talked to me again, though that would break my heart." "Would it ... really break your heart?" The boy asked, his voice very soft and tentative. "You know it. I love you, Kev. I have my whole life. I want us to live together, in college and beyond. I am begging you to forgive me, Kevin. I love you so very much." "Uh, is that my sarong you have in your hand, there." Derek nodded. Kevin's face lit up in a mischievous smile. "Why not spread it on the ground then, so we can get comfortable?" Derek grinned as he spread both their sarongs out as ground sheets. Kevin hopped down out of the tree into Derek's welcoming arms. Their makeup sex was terrific, two young bodies coupling enthusiastically in all the ways that young males can disport themselves. Afterwards, the happy couple went for a dip in the river to wash off. For days afterwards their sex was especially energetic. After their long separation and very brief estrangement, they hardly got out of bed for three days. When he thought Kevin was up to it, Derek resumed their light BDSM play. As Kevin's master, Derek, explained, it fell to him to exact punishment for the boy's wantonness in his absence, dancing at the club, letting other men play with his body, making a public spectacle of himself in those photos. Of course this was just a pretense for their scene, Derek pretending to be angry, Kevin contrite and humble. Derek quickly put his boy into tight bondage, rendering him helpless. "Please sir," Kevin said before the gag went into his mouth. "I know I have been naughty. I need to be punished. Please though spare my tush the rod. Just spank me, get my ass all hot and red. I shudder just looking at those newly cut switches you have set aside there to use on my rump. Woe is me!" the boy wailed though the sound was cut off as the leather ball got shoved past his teeth and buckled around the back of his head. "Tut, tut, little one. Your impending punishment is no more than your just deserts. Let the punishment fit the crime, I always say. I know how you have been carrying on while I was away, making your favors available, letting anyone play with your body, touching you in the most secret places. That is why I have strung you up from this overhead beam spread-eagled and helpless. Here let me hang these steel weights from you balls and set them swinging. That is something you will feel down to the root of your manhood. Come to think of it, I had better hang a weight from the chain connecting those alligator clamps I put on your tender nipples. Interesting how the trickle of blood from your nips flows this way and that over the chevron of your ribs. Very erotic indeed." Derek did switch the boy's rump but only enough to get it red, to leave superficial welts. He worked the boy over front and back. Then when the boy was moaning most piteously, he started inserting a series of spheres into the boy's anus. At first, Kevin thought it was anal beads again, but these were set too close together and the later ones were larger than the first. This was not a set of anal beads but a Japanese device for erotic torture made of spheres of increasing size connected by a cord. One all but the last pair were inside, the top twisted the final pair in opposite directions. That tightened and shortened the cords linking all the spheres drawing them together till they touched, forming a hard bumpy horn inside the lad's rectum. The boy virtually whinnied with surprise as he suddenly found himself not merely stuffed but impaled. Derek worked the horn in an out a bit. Kevin had never felt so penetrated, so filled with hardness. He thrashed his body back and forth, groaning into the ball gag. Strangely his cock was rock hard and dripping. He felt light headed from arousal. Suddenly Derek pulled the horn of beads out of Kevin's rectum. They made a funny squishing sound as they emerged from the well lubricated hole. Derek instantly replaced the horn with his own cock, a truncheon of a virile member, himself fully aroused by what they two of them had been doing together. Being so much bigger than Kevin, Derek was able to bend at the knees, insert his cock and straighten up, lifting the boy bodily on his cock alone, taking the weight off his wrists. There he was, poor lad, in bondage, suspended, and impaled on that giant cock, helpless as his master tugged on the chain connecting his nipple clamps. Suddenly the boy's ass muscles clamped down on the invading cock as he went into orgasm, the stimulus to Derek's cock setting the bigger youth off too. As Kevin felt a warm wetness flooding his innards, his own cock shot his jism as high as his collar bones. Kevin's erotic torture was not over yet though Derek did remove the nipple clamps and ball weights. The bigger youth continued to play with Kevin's cock, the glans still supersensitive from his ejaculation. The poor lad could only writhe and shudder as his lover tormented him by pulling on and rubbing his cockhead. Finally he released the boy and they lay down together to kiss, stoke each other's bodies and to rest and recuperate. They had a fine week together in Florida before leaving for college and a future they would meet together as a committed couple.