Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2007 05:57:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Grand Tour - 1928 - Part 2

Grand Tour - 1928 - Part 2
by Bill

As Monty flipped around into the 69 position, his stiffening cock
was temptingly close to William's face.  Thoughts of the previous
night's erotic marathon with the 12-year-old rent-boys faded from
William's brain as he felt the man's mouth envelop his cock.

William stared at Monty's surprisingly youthful-looking erection
as it pumped to full erection before his eyes.  It looked so much
like a young teenager's cock... shaved of pubic hair, gracefully
slender, and only 5 inches in length.  William's hand gently
fondled the circumcised penis, feeling it pulse with lust.

"Suck it, Billy," urged the upper-class Brit, removing his mouth
from William's 6-inch boner for only a moment and then devouring
it again.

That was all the encouragement the American needed to wrap his
lips around the delicate glans and tongue it... then slide his
mouth down the shaft, as a shiver of erotic excitement surged
through him.  As he sucked, his mind sifted through its store of
erotic memories... of the 12, 13, 14-year-old boys on whom he had
secret crushes... the times in high school when he'd maneuvered
to join the freshman boys in the shower room after athletics,
stealing glances at their crotches... of a particular 14-year-old
boy-god whose beautifully formed penis and balls, devoid of hair,
had been the pinnacle of youthful eroticism for William.  He
often fantasized sucking that boy's dick, imagining himself on
his knees, in the showers, using his mouth to stiffen that
adolescent cock to erection and bring it to a spurting orgasm.
And now those fantasies were playing out during his energetic
mutual blow-job with Monty.

William's mouth slid aggressively up and down his British
friend's beautiful erection, taking it to the entrance of his
throat, slathering his tongue all around the shaft and glans.
He was so hungry to suck cock... a pleasure so often imagined and
so long denied.  It felt utterly perfect to be doing this,
filling him with incredible joy and satisfaction, as though 69ing
with a youthful cock in his mouth was all he ever wanted to do.

And then, suddenly and unexpectedly, Monty pulled away and
flipped his body back around, face-to-face with William and
smiling.

"Slow down, old boy!  Makes for a better cum if we stretch it out
a bit, don't you think?  You would have had me shooting my spunk
in another 30 seconds."  He snuggled his body close to William's,
rubbing their hard cocks together and stroking his hand along the
American's butt.  "You said on the train yesterday that you'd not
had a sexual encounter since you were 14 years old?  Amazing!
I'd never have thought that a man who hadn't sucked a knob in
8 years could pick it up again so skillfully.  You're as good a
cocksucker than a first-rate London rent boy!"

Monty brought his mouth to William's lips, and within seconds
their tongues were snaking together sensuously, as their
erections rubbed against each other.

"Monty," said William when the kiss broke.  "I've had such
incredible experiences in the short time since we met... and I
suspect I still have so much to learn.  Tell me... which sexual
act arouses you the most?  What brings you the greatest
pleasure?"

"Ha!  Now there's a difficult question!"  He gave William a quick
peck on the lips.  "It's like asking a glutton to name his
favorite sweet.  I should tell you that I am a sexual omnivore,
and there are few erotic sensations I do not relish.  I will bed
a man of 60 years if he has maintained a satisfactory physique
and an adventurous spirit.  And I've taken a 6-year-old-boy in a
Moroccan brothel, where a lad of that age is considered a
perfectly appropriate practitioner of the sexual trade.  I've
even had a girl on occasion, for a bit of variety... though I'm
quite picky in this and insist on only a child on the cusp of
puberty, whose chest is just beginning to bud."

Monty reached down and stroked William's cock lightly.  "But I'd
say that my greatest pleasures come from reliving some of the
wonderfully deviant fun I experienced at public school... what
you Yanks would call private boarding school. 'Bullying, buggery,
and beatings' and all that.  Rather intimidating for a newly-
arrived schoolboy; but quickly accommodated, and even enjoyed by
the youngster in a perverse way.  And by the time the lad is a
senior prefect himself, dishing out the spankings to young boys
and getting his cock serviced by them afterwards, it is utter
bliss."

The Brit increased the intensity of his cock-stroking and
whispered in William's ear.  "Were you ever spanked on your bare
bum, by an adult or older lad... with your cock throbbing stiff
despite the burning pain delivered by the hand or paddle?  Or
have you ever done the opposite... ordering a young lad to drop
his trousers and underclothes... exposing his lovely boyish
penis... taking him across your lap and warming his bum... then
giving him a good fuck, or having him suck you off?"

William was so aroused... both by the whispered words and the
masturbating hand... that he was practically gasping for breath.

"Yes....  but it was long ago," he said, as his mind filled with
memories of the bare-bottom spankings he'd received occasionally
from his father as a boy.  Indeed, thoughts of being spanked, and
of spanking another boy, had been an exciting subject for his
pre-erotic fantasies in the years before puberty turned his
thoughts to more explicitly sexual topics.  "But I never figured
that I might ever actually...."

His words were cut short when Monty's began kissing him again;
sloppy wet tongue-lappings that William returned with equal
enthusiasm.  Monty rolled on top of him, thrusting his cock
against William's, and pinning William's hands to the bed like an
older boy bullying a younger one.  He looked down at the young
man beneath him, smiling devilishly as their crotches rubbed
together sensuously.  William was enjoying it totally... being
held down, being humped like a helpless girl.  He felt his orgasm
rising up, ready to give blessed relief to his achingly-stiff
cock.  But then Monty suddenly stopped, slid off, and seated
himself cross-legged beside William, his face animated with
excitement.

"I know the perfect brothel that we can visit tonight, Billy!
You shall have your pick of an older lad who will play the role
of senior prefect, or a younger boy who will be the misbehaving
first-year boy for you to punish."  Monty closed his eyes and
licked his tongue hungrily across his lips.  "But let's have a
good cum now, and then get on to breakfast.  He flipped his body
around yet again and wrapped his lips around William's straining
cock.  As the American began sucking as well, they both knew that
they'd be tasting each other's semen very shortly.

Later than night....

Monty and William had spent the day sightseeing around London, so
he would be able to report to the people back home about all the
tourist spots... the British Museum, the Houses of Parliament,
and the Tower Bridge.

For dinner, they ate at Monty's private club, chatting it up with
his upper-class friends.  Then it was on to the Palladium Theatre
for the vaudeville show of singers, comedy skits, dancers,
jugglers, and a trained-dog act.

As they left the theater at 11:00, Monty guided William around
the corner to the broad thoroughfare of Regent Street, and they
headed toward the lively action of Piccadilly Circus -- London's
version of New York City's Times Square.  Along the way, they
received solicitations from several provocatively-dressed and
gaudily-made-up whores, as well as from pimps quietly offering
women or girls in nearby rooms.  Monty casual dismissed them all
as they continued walking.

A couple blocks before they reached the neon-lit bustle of
Piccadilly, Monty said: "Do you wish to see where the street-boys
work?  We shan't buy what they're selling of course... we've a
proper brothel to patronize.  But you might find it interesting."

"Street boys selling sex?  Yes! I'd like to see that very much!"

"Jolly good!  Follow me, then," said Monty.  "And put your
billfold in your front trouser pocket and keep a hand on it."

They turned down a narrow side street that wasn't nearly so well
lit as the Regent Street, lined on both sides with small shops
that had been closed for hours.  The shops became progressively
less prosperous-looking the farther away they walked from Regent
Street.  Two blocks along, they turned down a narrow ally,
completely unlit.  Lining both sides were darkened warehouse
buildings.  It seemed at first as if the long alley was equally
deserted.  But as they walked along, and William's eyes adjusted
to the darkness, it took on a Dickensian atmosphere of furtive
human activity.  Narrow walkways between buildings, only four or
five feet wide, branched off from the alley, and boys of various
ages loitered in doorways and just inside the walkways.  In a
dark doorway, a boy talked in hushed tones with a potential
customer, who kept his back turned to Monty and William so that
his face wasn't visible.  Ten yards down a walkway, a boy was on
his knees, sucking a man whose hands held the lad's head while
his hips bucked forward. Yet another boy was leading a man away
to a nearby tenement, where a few shillings secured a dingy room
for an hour of sex.

[NOTE: One shilling ("bob") in 1928 has a value of $4 today.
One pound ("quid") is 20 shillings -- $80 in today's money.]

"Evening, gents!" said a shabbily-dressed boy, stepping out from
the pitch-dark of a doorway. "I'm your lad tonight.  I'll take
one of ya, or both together; and I'll show ya a right good time.
Whattaya say?"  His hand rubbed his crotch as he tried to project
an air of self-confidence and seductiveness.

"Not this time, sonny," said Monty.  The boy shrugged and stepped
back into the blackness of the doorway.  They walked a little
farther along.

"Hey!" (sounding more like "oy") grunted a toughened youth in his
mid-teens, as he emerged from a doorway.  His crooked nose
suggested a propensity for brawling, adding to the menacing look.
He surveyed the two young men... especially Monty... and said
"You're lookin' for rough-trade."  It was a statement, not a
question.   A riding crop that dangled from his hand suddenly
slapped against his thick canvas trousers.  "I'll warm your bum
right-fine, just like you was in school again, and give you a
good fuck to boot."

Monty chuckled at the boy's cheekiness and his familiarity with
upper-class fetishes.  "I certainly believe you would!  But not
tonight, I'm afraid."

"Suit yourselves," said the boy, dismissively.

The men walked away.

"Psst!  Over here!"  The voice came from the shadows at the
entrance of a narrow walkway between buildings.  A boy with a
none-too-bright look on his face stood with his trousers at his
ankles.  His shirt covered his crotch, but his hand was
underneath, obviously playing with his penis.

"Look what I got for ya, gents," said the young teen.  Pulling up
his shirt, he revealed a prodigiously-sized cock... 8 inches at
least, and thick... incongruous on his young body.  He smiled,
showing crooked and yellowed teeth.  "Wanna suck it?" he asked,
stroking his pole slowly.  "Ya fancy taking it up your bum?
I'll go in nice and slow-like."

"Good God, lad!  You're hung like a horse!" said Monty with a
chuckle.  "How about six-pence [half a shilling] for my friend
and me to give it a feel?"

"One bob for a feel.  Two if you want me to shoot the spunk."

"Jolly good!" said Monty, as he pulled a 2-shilling florin from
his pocket and tossed the silver coin to the boy, who caught it
with the hand that had been stroking his cock.  Both men took
turns feeling up the whopper, hot and pulsing with erotic
potency, and the full balls that hung beneath.

"Go on, Billy. Give him a good, brisk wank.  We shall see how
much and how far he shoots."

"Alright, Monty.  Here goes!"  As he ran his hand up and down
the thick shaft, his other hand caressing the boy's tight butt.
William stood off to one side, mindful of not getting semen on
his clothing.  The boy's breath quickened and his buttocks tensed
as William began stroking even more quickly and firmly. In less
than a minute the boy was gasping as a shot of cum spurted from
the over-sized cock, followed quickly by two more.

"Ah... nice one!" sighed the boy.  "My second of the night.
Reckon I'm good for two more before I'm done... one for each of
you gents.  D'ya fancy going with me to a room?"

"Thanks, lad, but no," replied Monty. "We'll be off now.  Ta!"

Farther down the alley, a minute or so later, two boys sauntered
out of a walkway, smiling broadly.  One had hair that was dyed an
unnatural shade of blond, the other a garish shade of red.  Both
wore lipstick, rouge, and eye makeup in an amateurish imitation
of the whores in Piccadilly Circus.  Though they were wearing
ordinary trousers, their shirts appeared to be cast-off women's
blouses.  The blond moved in to embrace William as if they were
long-time lovers, and his hand began to massage the man's crotch.

"You got a nice knob there, mister," the boy cooed seductively.
"You want a hot sissy-boy tonight?  I'll be your sexy girlfriend
and let you fuck my nice tight arse-cunt."  The boy's other hand
was wandering quickly over William's chest and ass.  His face
inclined up, with flaming-red lips pursed, inviting a kiss.

William, amused at the boy's audacity, was removing his hand from
his pocket to impulsively embrace the feminine boy.  Suddenly,
Monty's angry voice startled him.

"Back off, you pick-pocketing lout!" called Monty, as he pushed
away the red-headed boy.

William likewise backed away from the blond, feeling foolish for
not realizing immediately that the boy was after his wallet.

The two boys went running down the walkway into the darkness.

"Bloody little thieves!" said Monty.  But he was smiling, and he
winked as if it were all good sport. "Still have your billfold,
Billy?"

The American nodded in the affirmative and breathed a sigh.

"Those were the homeliest sissy-boy whores I've yet seen!" said
Monty with a chuckle.  "There's a boy-brothel up in Cambridge
where the lads are dressed up as girls... French maids, flappers,
school girls... all of them nicely made up and coiffed.  They are
pretty things and quite feminine, but all-boy where it matters!"

Then a bit farther on, as they neared the end of the alley....

"Beg pardon, sirs.  Would you take me tonight, please?"

"How old are you, lad?" asked Monty, surveying a small boy who
moved out of the shadows and stood before them, dirty and
shabbily-dressed, but with an angelic face.

"Er... I'm 12, sir."

William and Monty both stifled a laugh.  The cute little
ragamuffin was clearly no more than 8.

"I'm kinda small-like for me age... ya know?  But I can take care
of ya as good as any bloke in the alley.  I've a tight bum-hole,
but it'll take a nice big knob, easy as you please.  And you can
both bonk me... one right after the other.   And I can suck you
off like you ain't never had before... take it all the way down
me gullet, I can... and swallow every drop of your spunk too."

"How much do you charge, boy?" asked Monty toying with the boy.

"Two for the price o' one, I'll give ya."  He looked from Monty
to William and back again, deciding what amount to offer up.
"Ten bob, and that includes the room," he said boldly.

"Bollocks!" said Monty with a laugh.  "You're working in the
wrong place, lad, with those prices.  Ten shillings, indeed!"

The boy looked insulted for a moment, but then said: "Five bob?"

"Come on, Billy; let's go."

"Two, and I'll suck you both here in the alleyway," said the boy,
sounding a bit anxious.

"No lad; sorry," said Monty, as he started walking away.

The boy grabbed at William's arm.  "One shilling for a hand-job?"
He was even more anxious.  "And you can diddle me knob whilst I
do ya!"  He pulled open his grimy, tattered trousers to display
his immature little penis and small round scrotum.  "Please?"

There was just enough ambient light for William to see a small
tear rolling down the boy's dirty face.  William took out his
billfold, onto which he'd been holding tightly, and handed the
boy a one-pound note.

"Blimey!  A quid?  You gents want me for the whole night, then?
Bloody hell!  You can have me for a two days straight for a
quid... and I'll do all your friends and cousins too."  The small
boy looked around furtively before folding up the banknote and
putting it inside his shoe.  Then he began unbuttoning William's
trousers.

"How 'bout I give you a suck now... just for starters?"

"No, boy," said the American.  "The only thing I want is for you
to run along home.  And tomorrow, take the money and buy yourself
some decent clothing and some food.  And a visit to the public
bath-house would be in order too.  Understand?"

"Yes, sir!  Thank you, sir!"

"Billy, you're either soft in the heart or in the head!" said
Monty.  And then, turning to the boy, he said: "Lad, you're cute
enough to work in brothel and get out of this alley.  Can you
read?"  The boy nodded.  Monty removed his address book from his
jacket pocket, extracted a small pencil from a slot in the
binding, and wrote on the little pad of note paper.   "Go to this
address tomorrow afternoon, after you get cleaned up.  Ask for
Mr. Marlow, and tell him Monty sent you. It's all written on the
note.  Get along now!"

The boy scampered away without looking back.

"Do you think he'll do it?" asked William.

"I'll find out soon enough," said Monty.  I get around to
Marlow's place whenever I'm in London, to have a taste of the
young pretty ones.  I'll be looking for our little scamp next
time I'm there.  Come on, now; let's get out of here.  My
favorite sporting-house awaits.  The proprietor has quite an
imagination in dressing the lads up and giving them a bit of a
sexy back-story.  Here we go."

They made their way back out onto the bustling street and through
the milling crowd of bar patrons who were exiting the pubs of
Piccadilly Circus at the mandatory closing-time of 11:25 p.m.
At Sherwood Street, they walked past a tobacconist shop on the
corner, and Monty said: "It's in back and upstairs from the shop
here.  We get in around the side."  They turned down the side
street and walked almost to the end of the building before coming
to an unmarked door.  Monty gave it three soft raps, followed by
two more, and a peep-slot slid open... just like a speak-easy
back in the States.  The door opened and they entered a small
foyer facing another door.  The man who'd let them in was a
middle-aged tough, who looked every bit the low-level gangster
that he indeed was.

"Evening sirs," he said in a deep, gravelly voice.  "Good to see
you again, Mr. M."

"Likewise Jake!" Monty said as he palmed a folded 1-pound note
into the bouncer's hand.  "And give my regards to your employer
next time you see him."

"I'll do that, sir.  Thank you kindly, sir!" the tough-looking
man said humbly.  He took a key from his pocket and turned it in
the deadbolt lock on the inner door, then opened it for them.
"In you go now."

They entered a comfortably-furnished room that could have been
the lounge area of a small hotel, with a record playing quietly
on a victrola and a half-dozen seated boys... a pair of them
chatting, two more playing cards, and the other two looking at
comic books.  They were dressed in a varied assortment of
clothing, but all were freshly scrubbed and looking very sexy.
A plump man in his early-30s jumped to his feet and began fussing
over the two customers.

"Welcome!  Come in!  So wonderful to see you, Your Lordship!"

William looked over at Monty and raised his eyebrows.  Lordship?
Monty's face made a mock-embarrassed expression.

"Now, Hastings; no need for honorifics. 'Monty' will do.  May I
introduce my American friend, Billy."  The proprietor bowed
formally.  "Billy, this is Mr. Hastings," Monty continued.  "He
manages the finest boy-brothel in the British Isles."

The effeminate Hastings gushed briefly with false modesty, and
then got down to business.  "As you can see, we've a couple of
your favorites currently available, Monty."

The young aristocrat acknowledged two of the boys with a nod of
his head for one and a wink for the other.  "And some other fine
lads besides," Monty said.  "What say you give us the full
preview of your boys."

"Of course!  Boys; line up, please."

The six boys formed a random line, looking like characters from a
play in their costumes.  Hastings introduced each with a story
that the boy would be ready and willing to act out in fantasy
role-playing while entertaining a client in a room upstairs.

"This is your 13-year-old nephew, Ronny," said Hastings, putting
his hand on the shoulder of a cute boy dressed in well-tailored
velvet sailor suit, of the kind that was popular for upper-class
boys.  "He has just arrived at your country-house to visit for a
fortnight, all by himself."

"Evening, Uncle!" said the boy cheerfully.  His hand slid down to
his crotch, rubbed it.  With a mischievous gleam in his eye, he
said: "I've been practicing wanking, just like you taught me last
visit.  Would you teach me some new things tonight?"

The men chuckled at the set-up line and then moved to the next
boy.  "This is Toby, your 14-year-old stable boy," said the
proprietor of the handsome young adolescent dressed in plain (but
clean and tight-fitting) work clothes.

"I'm all done with me chores, sir," said the lad.  "If there's
anything else you want me to do, just let me know."  He gave a
wink and a knowing smile, as his fingers undid the top button of
his trousers and shifted his hips to push his crotch forward.

William felt his cock stiffening in his pants.  He'd take either
boy in a heartbeat, and there were still four more to go.

Hastings introduced the next one.  "David is 16, and he is a
prefect at your School," said Hastings of a teenager wearing the
upper-classman's traditional black suit with a tail-coat.

"It's time to face your discipline," he said sternly, "and you'll
get more than just a bum-warming when I get you up to my room.
My knob needs a good sucking from a schoolboy down on his knees.
Might even give your bum-hole a good fucking, if I fancy it."
His fingers toyed with the plump teenage cock that was outlined
through the tight material of his trousers.

The next in line was an adorably-cute young lad in a school
uniform of short gray pants (two sizes too small), matching gray
jacket, knee-socks, a white shirt, and tie.

"Jeremy is a 12-year-old First Former at your school," said
Hastings, using the grade level that is the American 7th grade.
"He was caught sneaking from his dormitory room after lights-out,
and needs to be disciplined."

"Sorry sir!  It shan't happen again, sir!" he said in a lovely
soprano voice.  "Are you going to spank me, sir?"  He rotated his
hips so that his curvaceous butt was in profile, pressing against
the skin-tight pants, and he slid his hand over it sensuously.

"And here's Mick, a 15-year-old messenger-boy who's just
delivered a telegram to your house."

"How d'ya do, sir.  I'm just off me shift now, and I've some time
to spare.  D'ya have any special jobs for me to do?"  The
handsome teenager was dressed in the quasi-military uniform of
the Royal Post Telegraph Office, snugly tailored to accentuate
the bulge at his crotch.  "You'll find I'm right versatile-like
in carrying out me jobs.  I'll make sure you're well-satisfied
with me work."  He hitched up his trousers and his hands slid
back to massage his butt, and then forward to fondle his crotch.
There was a smart-aleck look in his eye, suggesting that he was
more proficient as a "top" than a "bottom"... his assertion of
versatility notwithstanding.

They came to the final boy.  By now, William was almost melting
from the heat of pure desire that each of the lads had ignited.

"Liam is 11, and he's the new helper-boy in the kitchen.  He has
broken a valuable serving dish from your family china, and the
butler has brought him to you to impose appropriate discipline."

The lad's adorable face was convincingly contrite (after having
been casually impassive while the other boys where being shown).
"I'm so sorry, sir," he said mournfully. "I know you'll be giving
me a spanking, upstairs in your room, and I'm ready to take it."
He was unfastening his knickerbocker knee-pants as he spoke.  He
turned around, looking back over his shoulder at William, as his
pants slid down just enough to reveal a beautiful round bottom
with flawless white skin.  William's breathing stopped for a long
moment as he looked at the perfectly-shaped ass.  "I'll do
anything to make up for my mistake, sir... anything at all," the
boy said in a sweet voice, pushing out his sexy bum a little more
and running his tongue ostentatiously along his lips.

"I'll take this one," said William, immediately and without
hesitation.

"And I shall take Mick," chimed in Monty at he clapped William on
the back.

The other boys muttered their disappointment.  They received no
money if they were not chosen by a customer.

"Put both on my tab, Hastings, if you please," said Monty.

"Of course, sir."

"Show us to our rooms, lads," said Monty.

"Number 12 for you, Liam," said Hastings. "And you'll be in 22,"
he told Mick.

They went through a door on the opposite side of the room from
where they'd entered.  Then up a staircase to a hallway that was
well-lit and nicely decorated.  Paintings hung on the walls, all
of them featuring nude boys... some of them quite pornographic
originals, the likes of which William had never seen.... others
were copies of Renaissance masterpieces, such as Caravaggio's
charming "Amor Vincit Omnia". [Author's Note: Do a search for it
on Google Images!]  Each door along the hallway was closed, and
each had a small colored disk, either red or green, hanging from
a hook in the door's center.

Monty and his boy continued up the staircase to the next floor.

"I'll see you in an hour, Billy," said Monty as they parted ways.

"OK.  See you then."

Liam led him down the hallway.  The disk on the first door was
red, and as William passed he heard the muffled sounds of sex
coming from within... a man moaning with pleasure.  ("That's so
good!  Oh God, yes!")  They continued past a door with a green
disc.  The next door was marked with red, and from inside came
the sound of a leather strap striking bare buttocks, accompanied
by the whimpering of a man and the indistinguishable words of a
boy whose voice was part-way through its adolescent change.

Skipping the 'green' door that was next, Liam entered the last
room on the hallway, turning its green disc around and rehanging
it on the door to show its red side.

The room was nicely but simply furnished... a double bed... a
table beside it holding a wash basin and towel, and a small
bottle of lubricant... a sturdy chair with no arms... a dresser
holding clean sheets... and a padded bench, about the size of a
piano bench.  On a table beside the bench there was an
arrangement of disciplinary tools:  a small wooden paddle, a
riding crop, a slender wooden switch of the kind an old-fashioned
schoolmaster would wield, and two different leather straps
attached to wooden handles.  One strap was 3 inches wide and
thick, like the razor strop in a barber shop; the other was of
thinner leather and narrow, more like a belt.

There was an electric tension in the air as William surveyed the
tools and the boy tried not to think about the least appealing
part of his job.  But he knew that his willingness to take a
whipping was what always got him picked by a customer each night,
trading a sore bottom for very good money in his pocket.

"So you broke a valuable dish?" said William, continuing the
fantasy scenario that had been started downstairs.

"Yes, sir.  But I'll never do such a thing again... and I'll do
anything to make amends."

"Anything, you say?" said Monty.  He sat down in the chair and
motioned the boy to stand in front of him.  The man's thoughts
were flooded by memories of the spankings received in his youth,
administered by his stern father.  "I'll have to take you across
my knee, and spank with your pants down,"  he said, echoing his
father's words.  "Don't resist me, or I'll make it worse."  And
as his father had always done, he held the boy's wrists, drawing
him closer.

"Yes, sir," replied the boy meekly.  Though he looked frightened,
he was quite pleased at the prospect of getting a bare-handed
spanking rather than a paddling or strapping or switching.  He
didn't mind a spanking, so long as it didn't last too long.

William's face was flushed with excitement and his breathing
unsteady as he contemplated playing out the fantasy with this
completely subservient boy.  "You are my servant, and I shall do
whatever I like with you.  Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir.  I'll do anything to make up for my clumsiness, sir.
Anything you want... anything at all," he repeated.

"Take off your shirt."

Liam complied.  His chest was smooth and unmuscled, the light-tan
nipples stiffened in tiny nubs.  His shoulders were sturdy, and
his belly taut.  A perfect example of beautiful boyhood, standing
4'9" and weighing 80 pounds.

"Now put your hands behind your head, with fingers entwined,"
said William, his heart starting to thump with excitement.  The
lad did as instructed, standing a foot away from William, clad
only in trousers.

"I'm going to take down your pants now," said William; "and you
won't resist."

"I'll not resist, sir," said Liam meekly, as he bit at his lip
for theatrical effect.

The man's fingers undid the top button, then the next. He felt
bare skin beneath... the boy wore no underclothes.  The hairless
base of the boy's immature penis came into view as William undid
the third button.  William eased the pants down Liam's hips,
fully exposing the beautifully-proportioned soft penis, nearly
three inches long, pointing downward.  His boyish balls, in a
soft, loose sack, hung only as low as the tip of his foreskin.

William reached out, and his fingertips caressed the exquisite
penis.  The foreskin slid back at his touch, revealing a
delicately-shaped glans.  William eased the foreskin back and
forth over the reddened cock-head, and the soft organ came awake,
lengthening slightly, its girth thickening.  When the man took
his hand away, the pre-pubescent dick was pointing straight out,
and it continued to arc upward to full erection with each beat of
the boy's heart.

As the 11-year-old's penis grew before his eyes to plump little
shaft of 3.5 inches, William felt his mouth salivating... longing
to taste the delicious-looking morsel.  But that could wait;
there would be plenty of time to suck it.  His hand slid down to
the soft youthful scrotum... sparrow's eggs in a satin bag.  Then
up, across Liam's belly and chest, teasing his nipples, to his
exposed armpits.  Liam flinched slightly as the man felt the
smooth, ticklish flesh.  Then both hands reached around the boy's
slender body and slid down his back to his gracefully-curved
bottom.  A shiver ran though William's body as he caressed the
smooth firmness.  He felt light-headed... hypnotized.

William finally remembered to breath, and said "Lay across my
knee, boy."

The naked boy, his erection still full, started to bend down.

"Wait a moment," said William, and he stood up.

At first Liam though he was going to get the paddle, but instead
William quickly removed his own clothing, revealing his erect
6-inch cock.  He sat down again and motioned to the boy to him.

Liam bent at the waist over William's left leg, his stiff penis
pressing against the man's inner thigh.  Liam's hipbone pressed
against the man's straining boner.  William's left hand caressed
the warm skin of the boy's bare back and shoulders, while his
right hand briefly fondled the round buttocks.  Then he brought
his hand up.

"SMACK!"

His open palm slapped the boy's upraised bottom, then paused for
a few moments while his hand lightly rubbed the soft flesh.
Liam's slender body flinched slightly at the spank, his boy-boner
thrusting against William's thigh, accompanied by a sharp intake
of breath and a low sigh that could as easily have been pleasure
as pain.

"SMACK!"

Again he paused to caress the sexy rump.  This was how he had
imagined himself being spanked... how he had imagined spanking
another boy... in the fantasies that had excited him a dozen
years ago, when he had been Liam's age.

"SMACK!"... "SMACK!"... "SMACK!"

William spaced them a few seconds apart so he could savor all of
the sensations... the tensing of the boy's gluteus muscles... the
feel of his small erection grinding erotically into William's
bare leg... the little gasps and whimpers that escaped Liam's
mouth, sounding partly plaintive, but also of pre-pubescent
sexual joy.

Liam's mind was concentrating, as it always did when receiving
discipline from a customer, on pleasurable thoughts.  He imagined
eating favorite treats, bought with the money he earned... and
the excitement of having his little boner sucked by a customer or
by another boy... and the deep, warm pleasure of a man's lubed
cock fucking his well-accustomed anus.

"SMACK!"... "SMACK!"... "SMACK!"

The boy's moans and gasps became louder and more pitiful with
each strike, just as the customers wanted and expected.

"SMACK!"... "SMACK!"... "SMACK!"... "SMACK!"

"Please, sir!  No more!" the boy cried out after a dozen good
whacks... his signal to the customer of his desire to move along
to the next phase of the game.  But William kept going for a few
more, thoroughly aroused to be living out his fantasy, as the
smooth skin of the tight buttocks reddened and heated.

"I'll do anything you want, sir!  You can have your way with me!"
(That typically got the customers moving in the right direction.)

William's hand paused.  He had given the boy 20 sound swats.  He
was breathing hard and totally aroused.

"Do you know how to suck a man's cock, boy?" he asked... knowing
full well that the lad was a professional, but signaling his
desire to continue the master/servant fantasy.

"Y-yes, sir," said the boy in a timid voice.  "The  butler has me
do him sometimes, sir.  I suck on his knob, and then he slides it
inside me bum."

William drew the boy up to his feet so he was standing once again
between the man's legs.  He ran a hand over Liam's radiant ass
cheeks while the fingertips of his other hand toyed with the
foreskin of the lad's fully-stiff cock.

"You'll give me the same service... if you please me well, I'll
not spank you any more."

"Yes, sir!  Thank you, sir!  I'll suck your knob better than
you've ever got before!  And you can give me rump a right-good
fuck.  You'll see... I'll be the best servant you've ever had!"

William was loving the game, and he hugged the 11-year-old close.
"Give me a kiss," he demanded, and Liam wrapped his arms around
the man's neck, bringing his lips gently to William's, eagerly
sucking the man's tongue as it snaked into his mouth. Willaim
drew the boy onto his lap again, this time sitting with his legs
dangling to the side, snuggling the boy's slender naked body as
they kissed with increasing passion.

"Will you take me to bed, sir?" the boy whispered in William's
ear when the kiss broke.  "I'll use my mouth and tongue all over
your body."

"Yes; that'll be good."  William picked him up in his arms, like
he would a small child, kissing the boy's neck and inhaling his
fresh-scrubbed boy-scent, and set him down beside the bed.

"Lay yourself down, master.  I'll make you feel right-good."

William reclined on the bed, his legs spread, his head and
shoulders propped on two pillows.  Liam knelt beside him, his
hand gently stroking William's erection, and his mouth sucking
and licking his nipples... first one, then the other.  Then his
mouth kissed and licked its way to the man's ear, teasing,
licking, nibbling.  Then down William's neck, across his
shoulder, lightly nuzzling his armpit, to his fingers... sucking
each one.

The boy's mouth traveled methodically over the man's body... down
his legs to his toes, then up at last to William's rigid cock,
which had been kept strainingly erect by occasional strokes of
Liam's hand.  Liam lifted the cock-shaft away from William's
belly and slowly slid his wet lips onto the glans, swirling his
tongue around it as it entered his mouth.  The man groaned and
brought his hands to the boy's head, running his fingers through
the shaggy light-brown hair, and pushing Liam's mouth farther
down.

"Suck it, boy.  Take it all the way."

As if a switch had been flicked, Liam's mouth instantly plunged
all the way down the 6-inch stalk, taking the flared cock-head
into his throat without effort and massaging it with his throat
muscles.  He raised his mouth up about an inch, and slid it down
again to the hilt... and repeated this motion in a quick rhythm,
making William's cockhead slide back and forth inside the young
lad's tight slippery throat.  The boy's left hand massaged the
man's balls, kneading them gently, as his right hand roamed over
William's belly and chest.

"Oh, GOD!  That's incredible!" cried William, as his hips thrust
up to drive his cock even deeper.

The boy worked this magic with his throat for a full minute
before rising up again to work on the glans with his lips and
tongue.  As he pleasured the cock-head with a variety of vigorous
techniques, his right hand jacked the spit-slick lower shaft.  As
Liam's blow-job was driving the astounded America into a frenzy
of lust, the hand that had been fondling William's balls slid
back toward his anus.  The boy's finger carefully touched the
sensitive flesh, ready to retreat in a moment if the man appeared
to object.  But instead...

"Ahhh!  Yes!  Play with my hole!"

The boy's mouth slid off the cock with a wet plop, as he pushed
the man's legs thighs away and immediately sank his mouth onto
the exposed pucker and attacked it aggressively.

"AARRRGGGHHH!!!" growled the man as he clutched at the bedcovers.
The boy's tongue was corkscrewing into his tight anus, probing
hard and attempting to invade the clenched muscle.

Just as William felt he couldn't take any more of the hyper-
stimulation, the boy's mouth shifted back to the cock... taking
it in long rhythmic full-length strokes of his mouth.  Meanwhile,
Liam's finger returned to the asshole, now lubed with spit,
slowly invading much deeper than his tongue had been able.  The
boy put all of his energy into the blow-job, knowing that the
customer would be gushing momentarily.  And as his probing finger
began massaging the special place inside William's rectum, the
volcano of cum exploded, filling the boy's mouth as he swallowed
and continued sucking.

The orgasm continued on and on... longer than any William had
ever experienced... overwhelming all of his senses with pure
ecstatic pleasure.  As the monstrous orgasm subsided, the man's
penis slowly softened in the boy's mouth.  The last of the
semen-flow was suckled with a gentleness that was the exact
opposite the blow-job's  previous intensity.  William was in
shock from the glorious experience, his mind and body floating on
a cloud, wracked by an occasional gentle tremor, like the rumble
of far-away thunder after a violent storm has passed.

Liam thought his customer might drift off to sleep for the
duration of his hour, and he released the deflated cock and
softly moved up to snuggle his body against William's.  The man
took the small boy in his arms and kissed him gently.

"You have been a loyal servant, lad, and I'll give you a reward,"
said William with a wink.  He rolled onto his side, scanning his
eyes over Liam's body as he lay on his back... then running his
hand over the boy.  He had fantasized about doing this so often
in the 10 years since it had been his younger cousin lying naked
in his bed.  The man's energy seemed to revive almost
immediately, as he caressed Liam's hair, his shoulders and arms,
his boyish chest, his smooth slender hip and thigh.  William's
fingers were drawn to the boy's penis, and he was instantly
consumed with the desire to masturbate it to stiffness.  The
beautiful little organ responded quickly, plumping up to a proud
boy-boner and showing its rosy glans.

"I want to suck you, boy."

"I should like that very much, sir!"  The boy scrambled up to his
knees, before William had a chance to go down on him, and
playfully pushed the man onto his back.  Without a word, he
straddled William's chest and leaned forward, resting his hands
on the headboard of the bed.  He moved his crotch close to the
man's face, as William adjusted himself on the pillows so that
the stiff penis could slide right into his mouth... gliding
through his pursed lips and along his tongue.  As he began to
suck the tender morsel, William's hands cupped the tender
buttocks... still warm from the spanking... encouraging Liam to
rock his hips forward and back, fucking his boyish erection
gently into the man's hungry mouth.  William loved the sensation
of sucking the boy... the taste, the texture, the rigid pulsing
stiffness of the finger-sized organ of warm sex-flesh.

After several minutes, the boy's hips started thrusting faster,
and William could feel the muscles in Liam's bum tensing with
pleasure.  The slurping sounds of the man's mouth were joined by
the boy's vocalized pleasure... gentle cooing at first, growing
in intensity to high-pitched moans and cries. Then, suddenly...

"Ah!... AH!... OH!!... EEEEEEEE!!!"  The lovely sound of a boy in
the throes of a dry orgasm echoed in the room... unrestrained and
perhaps a little exaggerated.  The orgasm was fully authentic,
however, rushing through the boy's body and making his little
cock vibrate in the man's mouth.

Liam pulled his still-erect penis back and slid down into
William's embrace.  As they kissed, the boy snuck a glance at the
clock on the dresser against the wall.  Still 20 minutes left in
the customer's hour.  The boy reached down and began massaging
William's soft dick.

"Shall I get you hard again, sir?  I'll give it good strokin'
with that oil, and you can slide it into me bum for a nice fuck."

The boy knew how to please a man, and knew that well-pleased
customers often gave a nice tip at the end of the session.

"Yes, boy.  Get it stiff."  William relished the idea of another
orgasm with the sexy boy, and he was quickly becoming erect in
Liam's stroking hand.  The oil, generously applied from the
bottle on the bedside table, doubled the sensations of pleasure
as boy expertly masturbated the man's circumcised cock.  Liam
quickly ran through a full repertoire of techniques... one-handed
and double-handed... alternating fast strokes with slow...
pumping the full length of the shaft, and then twisting his palm
around the cock-head as if polishing it.  William's body was on
fire with lust after just a few minutes of this assault.

And then the slender young boy straddled the man's hips, his hand
still stroking the straining cock, and positioned himself.  Liam
held the erect penis upright and slid his bottom back against it.
The stiff man-cock made contact just as the boy flexed open the
muscle of his tight anus, pushing back into the thick boner and
rocking his hips... allowing William's cock to penetrate an inch
deeper each time the boy's pushed back some more.  In just a few
moments, the entire erection was embedded in Liam's ass, and he
was grinding his hips while his anal muscle clenched and unclench
around the shaft.  And then his hips rose up, allowing several
inches of boner to escape, and then sank back down smoothly...
only to rise up again as he began a slow, rhythmic ride of
William's straining penis.

"My God!  That's so good, boy!" moaned the man. "AH! That's
incredible!  Oh, yes!"

As Liam flexed his legs to raise and lower his ass on William's
cock, the rest of his beautiful body was also engaged in an
blazingly erotic sex-dance for the benefit of the man's eyes.
The boy's hands moved across his chest and belly and stiff penis.
His face displayed sexual pleasure that he didn't need to fake.
The moans from his throat and sighs from his lips added the final
touch to a vision of total eroticism.

At first William lay passively, hands propped behind his head,
allowing Liam free reign to work his magic.  Then the urge to
feel the boy's beautiful body became too powerful, and William's
hand began to caress every part of the boy he could reach...
chest, arms, belly, thighs.  Then he began masturbating adorable
boy-boner... running the foreskin back and forth with his thumb
and two fingers, and fondling the eggs in the soft scrotum with
his other hand.

The pleasure sounds from Liam's mouth grew increasingly emphatic,
and the movement of his hips speeded.  William's fingers wanked
the stiff little penis faster, eager to make Liam cum before his
own orgasm spurted into the boy's ass.  And in this he succeeded
as the boy's entire body soon shook with pleasure, and his anal
muscle spasmed around the man's oiled phallus.  William pulled
the boy to his chest, and for the first time began to move his
own hips... thrusting his cock forcefully into Liam's hot
bowel... and was rewarded in 30 seconds with a surging,
overwhelming cum.

The two clung to each other, exhausted.  And then they kissed.

Meanwhile, in a room upstairs...

Monty lay on the bed, holding his legs back, splayed apart, his
reddened buttocks lifted up.  The 15-year-old boy stood to the
side of the bed, wearing only an undershirt and messenger-boy's
cap, his 6-inch penis fully erect. In his hand was a punishment
strap - an 18-inch length of soft thin leather, 1-inch-wide,
attached to a wooden handle.

"Keep going," said Monty in a half-pleading.  "Don't hold back!"
The man let go of his legs but kept them pulled back, and he
began toying with his erection with one hand as he gripped his
balls with the other.

"SLAP!"  The leather hit his left ass cheek with a sharp crack.

With a sharp intake of breath, Monty began masturbating more
intensely.

"SLAP!" The end of the strap laid across his right buttock.

"Oh, yes!" the man moaned.

"SLAP!"  The tip of the strap landed right on his hyper-sensitive
anal flesh.

Monty gasped as the lightening-strike of delicious pleasure-pain
shot through him.  His hand was jacking his cock in jerky urgent
strokes, and he squeezed his balls even more tightly.

The boy was stroking his cock too... even as he raised his other
hand to bring down the strap again.

End of Part 2.
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