Date: Fri, 6 Feb 2009 22:46:27 +0000
From: alex.carbine@sky.com
Subject: Devon knows how they make them so creamy 2

Chapter Two

Into the Den


	The first venture into 'The Den', through the door in the workshop
was more than an adventure for Jon. Greeted by Tommy he was ushered quietly
but firmly into the lengthy corridor by two helpers wearing white robes.
These helpers were about his height and had humanoid faces in that each
looked like a person, but its' nose/mouth/eyes/forehead all seemed to flow
into each other as the curves were smoother. He could not tell whether they
were boys or girls and they said nothing, just helped him along by each
holding one of his hands whilst their other hand was in the small of his
back. They came to a door with strange markings on the nameplate, made from
circles and triangles. Before the door opened the helper on his right
turned to him and put his hand to Jon's forehead. As the door then slowly
swung inwards Jon was aware that the room was full of light and then he
woke up in his bedroom.

	Kindly Ham was leaning over him saying his name. Jon opened his
eyes and felt strangely relaxed. He heard Ham say, "Don't try to move, just
lay there a while." As he lay he became aware that he felt differently, but
just could not put his finger on it. He realised a few days later that what
was missing was the background pain he had always felt. It was as though
his body had been cleansed of something - and so it had. He never had a
day's illness subsequently.

	It had been almost over half a year now and each day he had met
Tommy at the door with his friendly greeting of 'Welcome young Sir. How can
I help you?' and each day he would reply 'I would like you to teach me
more.' Tommy would take him to the 'Classroom' door, and, inside they would
sit facing each other. Tommy would touch Jon's forehead and the next thing
Jon would know was that he was sitting in his chair in his bedroom, looking
out over the gardens through the windows. But today was to be different.
Today Ham told him at breakfast that he had been so good with his lessons
that today were going to be special. He was to ask Tommy to give him some
'Rest and Recreation'. Jon was not sure what this was and when he asked,
was told by Ham to just wait and see, but the twinkle in Ham's eyes told
him it would be fun.

	"I would like some 'Rest and Recreation, please Tommy," Jon said,
and with an "As you wish young Sir," Tommy took him to a new door. This
time Tommy stayed behind and, bidding him "Enjoy yourself," left him to
enter on his own. This room was dimly lit but on entering further a
spotlight came on to light an entrance covered with a curtain. Beside it
stood a helper in the usual white robe. "What will be the nature of this
entertainment?" asked the helper. "I am not sure," replied Jon. Not
unexpectedly the helper touched Jon's forehead and then held the curtain to
one side. "All has been arranged. I am now aware that you have never
visited this area. Please be assured that no harm can come to you, and that
no part of your stay here will be recorded. The helpers here are for your
pleasure and enjoyment. The fantasy you will receive today is from your own
imagination so enjoy it to the full. Please remove your clothes in the
booth to the left and then proceed."

	When Jon had undressed he left the booth and walked down the
corridor, which was just lit. He came to a door and opened it. Inside was
completely dark. As he entered he was aware that the room was slightly
warmer than the previous, and that he was not alone. A hand touched him in
the small of his back and stroked up towards his neck and head. Strangely,
he felt no apprehension being naked, and being fondled. Another two hands
came out of the dark and landed on his breasts, slowly rolling his nipples
until he could feel them hardening. He stood there unafraid, enjoying the
feeling of the hand going up and down his spine whilst the other two
massaged his front and nipples. Then he felt hands on his legs, rippling up
and down from his ankles to just above his knees. He moved his feet so that
the inside of his upper legs could be stroked. Hands slowly stroked his
inner thighs, getting higher and higher until the fingers were bumping and
brushing his ball sack. He felt a hand pull back the foreskin on his
rapidly thickening cock. It started to stroke up and down the length, slick
with some lubrication. Hands stroked his hair, face, cheeks, over his
shoulders, over his nipples, his arms, across his stomach, circling and
kneading his buttocks, his legs, but for Jon the most amazing feeling was
the hands that cupped his balls, gently squeezing and rolling them whilst
another hand pumped up and down his very hard dick, from the root where it
strained out from his body to the end where it slipped over and back across
his engorged, flared glans, at a speed slightly slower that when he wanked
himself, but slightly more insistent. He could feel his climax building. He
moved his feet further apart so that the space between anus and ball sack
could be reached. Fingers immediately stroked this and then a finger from
behind him eased slickly and easily into his puckered bum hole. It pushed
in and out a couple of times and then remained stationary. He imagined he
could feel it growing thicker, stretching his ring muscles open, and then
realised it was. And it was getting longer! It slowly grew in his anal
canal until it came to, and started to tickle, his prostate. Then a warm,
soft, wet feeling enveloped his cockhead, and began to work up and down the
head whilst the hand speeded up on his pulsing length. Being assaulted both
on his cock and up his arse, Jon's climax grew. The thick finger became
ridged as it moved in and out his ring, whilst it's end rubbed time and
again against his prostate, making him almost stand on his toes with the
exhilarating, sexually sensual feeling. Jon arched his back and felt his
balls tighten, before his stomach muscles pulsed and the familiar tight
feeling as his arsehole clenched again and again as he began shooting his
boiling hot cum into the black room. He ran out of spunk after the sixth
convulsion and continued to dry cum in time to the stimulation up his
bum. Time after time his juvenile frame shuddered and bucked as he
ejaculated himself totally dry like he had never done before. He felt a
tongue wash round his helmet, slick with his cum, cleaning the remaining
traces of his explosions of cumjuice. The finger in his bum slowly deflated
and removed itself. The massaging hands gently faded away, leaving him
almost hanging in space as he gained his senses. Slowly the light returned
to the room, which was now empty of helpers. He looked down at the floor,
and the six lines of spunk that it was striped with. One stripe went almost
four feet from where he stood. He felt the end of his dick as it became
flaccid. His finger and thumb slid over each other, lubricated by the pearl
of cum they had found dripping off the end of his foreskin. A doorway ahead
became apparent and he walked forward. When he had wanked himself
previously, he always felt his legs to be tired and aching, but not this
time. His pace had a spring in it as he moved forward to the next room.

More to cum another day.............