Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2013 18:18:17 -0500 From: Jon Steynbeck Subject: Boy Brothel This story is first in a series. The first third is the setup but there is a payoff in the last two thirds. I have no idea where the next installments will go, but am open to ideas. Thanks for the kind emails on my previous series, The Game Room. As always, this is fanatasy, don't try this at home. Please donate to nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Nifty is the best erotic site on the web and amazingly, it's free. So, donate to keep it free. Boy Brothel By Jon.steynbeck@gmail.com I am filthy rich. In the mid 90's I partnered with couple of IT guys who wanted to develop video games. To make a long and complicated story short, the video game enterprise wasn't doing so well, but the IT wizards I was partnered with developed some sort of video game engine that was a breakthrough in the technology. So, even though the video game venture didn't go anywhere, we sold the technology my partners developed for 750 million dollars. My partners took the payment in stock and good positions with the new company. I had no interest in continuing with the grind so I took my 250 million in stock and then divested. I put the money in very solid investments, which while not earning huge returns give me an annual income that is way beyond my needs. I am not into luxury items and I decided I would use my money to do the things I really love, such as traveling to exotic places, eating exotic food, and enjoying as much exotic sex as I could manage. The pursuit of exotic sex is the basis of this story. Three or four times a year I travel to a pacific island for 3 or 4 days. The island has a brothel that caters to the rich and offers things that while available almost anywhere in the world, is provided in a luxurious way that is hard to find anywhere else. The west side of the island is much like any quality resort and has big bungalows lining a bluff overlooking the beach. The bungalows are open air on the side that faces the ocean so the ocean breeze adds immeasurably to the comfort and casualness of the accommodations. But, what makes it particularly appealing is the availability of male and female staff that offer 24 sexual companionship to the guests. The staff selected for this particular role are the most sexually desirable specimens, I have ever experienced. Being gay, my preference was always for the male staff. The diversity was excellent and were hired from all over the world. The ages ranged from 18 to 50, depending on your tastes. I always went for the young Adonis types. They never failed to please. But, there was an itch I always wanted to scratch and that itch was for much younger boys. As a regular and big tipping client I became friends with Fernando, the owner of the resort, and I would regularly ask him if he could arrange for younger boys. He always demurred by telling me he would see what he could arrange. Unfortunately, it never happened. Then, on one visit he approached me and asked me to join him in his office. Over a glass of expensive wine he laid out a business plan that immediately got my attention. He told me that many of his clients had asked for younger boys and had offered vast sums for the opportunity. He had no access to young boys so he always had to say no. But, now he had come upon an opportunity he felt could provide the source for young boys. He had a policy with his female sex workers that once they had reached the age of 30 and were no longer as much in demand they could stay, free of charge, in bungalows he had built inland. They only had to be available for the occasional client who preferred older women. Many of these women, their biological clocks ticking away, were having children. Being women who were very open about sex they had no problem with the fact that their young sons were being introduced to sex by the male gay staffers. As long as their sons weren't being forced to do anything they didn't want, the mothers didn't seem concerned. It was almost as if the island had developed a "no rules" sexual culture. Having laid out the situation, the owner asked if I would be willing to invest in a new endeavor providing the special clients with what they really wanted, boys. He said he had three other wealthy guests who were willing to each invest 5 million dollars to create such a resort; and if I was willing to kick in another 5 million he would have enough to make it work. He explained he needed the money to expand the resort, hire specialists to indoctrinate and train the boys, and to develop high tech security to select the guests and keep out anyone who would pose a threat to the facility. The best part, and what really tweaked my interest was that as full investor I would be given full access to the resort whenever I wanted. I would be put at the top of the reservations list whenever I asked and would only be assigned their best boys. I was in, but with one huge caveat. I would only invest if I had total assurance that none of the boys would be coerced into the business. I wanted no part of a slave trade enterprise. He assured me that was also his bottom line and it was one reason why he needed a highly trained instructor staff to help select and develop the boys. Furthermore, the cost of a three day visit would be 60 thousand dollars. Every boy assigned to a guest would get 10 thousand dollars plus whatever tips the guest gave them. Some of this money would go to the mother of the boy and the rest would be invested for the boy's future. Giving the mothers a financial interest in the venture would ensure a steady stream of new boys. With that, we shook on the deal, a contract being somewhat out of the question. He told me it would probably take 2 years before he would be ready for the first guest, so I would have to be patient. I suggested that when he was ready he let me know and treat me exactly like a paying guest, so I could evaluate the quality of their process. The two years crawled by, and I would send regular emails asking when he would be ready for my first "vacation" at his new resort. I received regular updates, with requests to be patient. Finally about 2 years after we shook on the deal I got an email inviting me to be the first guest at the new resort and spa. The email provided dates and details and said I had to arrive 24 hours before the start of my holiday in order for the medical staff to evaluate me to see if I was physically fit to participate in the resorts special spa treatments. It was an eleven hour flight to the main island and then a two hour boat trip to the resort island, and I was exhausted, but very excited. On arrival I was greeted by a very professional staff and escorted to the clinic for evaluation. Blood was drawn, I gave them urine, and a doctor examined me from head to toe. The medical exam was an absolute requirement for every guest, on every visit. When the exam was over I was escorted to my bungalow and told that if all the tests came back negative I would be joined by my special companion. If there were any problems with my tests I would have my money refunded and returned to the main island. The bungalow was perfect down to every detail. It was rustic but luxurious with a huge bed, about twice the size of a king bed up against the open side facing the ocean. The bed was canopied in a fine transparent white fabric. There were no insects to speak of on the island so the canopy was more about adding to the exotic feel of the place. The bed was level with the opening to the ocean view. Between the top of the mattress and the edge of the open window was a foot deep panel with all sorts of comfort items such as small towels, lubes, a chilled water tap, glasses, and even a small crystal bowl with Viagra tablets. I stripped down to nothing and fell on the bed, exhausted from the long trip and suffering from jet lag. As I laid on my back half asleep, but filled with sexual excitement I noticed a book and an 8X10 card that said "Welcome" on the top. I pulled them down to read before I fell asleep. The card said: As a valued guest we have selected Jason to be your companion during your visit. Jason is 9 and just in the beginning stages of puberty. You will find Jason to be very friendly and well spoken. He is an enthusiastic lover and we know you will find him a most exciting and entertaining companion during your visit. Jason is still not ejaculating, but is capable of frequent and strong orgasms. If you need anything during your visit please feel free to contact our staff using the white phone on the bar. Meals will be delivered to your room when you request. This certainly got my blood flowing. I picked up the book and it was obviously not one sold at bookstores. It was "The Joy of Man/Boy Sex." It was filled with beautifully executed drawings of men and boys in every conceivable position, with highly erotic images of boys with eyes half closed in sexual nirvana as a man sucks their cock, or drives his cock deep into their tight boy pussies. The last thing I remember was trying to read the chapter on boy pleasure spots when I fell into a deep sleep. I awoke to a hand gently rubbing my arm. The room was darker but softly illuminated by bluish lights deftly recessed around the bungalow. I was laying on my back on the very edge of the bed and as my eyes focused I saw a gorgeous young boy standing right next to me, with the netting behind him. His hand was gently caressing my arm to gently wake me up from my deep sleep. I stared at his face momentarily, trying to figure out where I was. As my mind regained its bearings he smiled. "Do you want to sleep some more? I can come back later," he said softly. I smiled back, "no way. Are you Jason?" I asked. He nodded, then said, "you must be Jonathan. Is that what you liked to be called?" I was so pleased with the beauty of the boy standing next to me I must have been smiling like an idiot. "Well, I'd like you to call me Daddy. Is that ok?" He giggled and said, "Yeah, I like that a lot, Daddy. And you can call me whatever you want, too." I began to look over his gorgeous body. He had alabaster skin, as smooth as any I had ever seen. His black hair was a longish and very curly which set off his green eyes and long eyelashes. He had thick pouty lips, which instantly brought on a strong desire to kiss him, but I held back. I immediately noticed he had a thin gold chain around his waist and silver cock cage enveloping his little cocklet and ballsack. "Why the cock cage? " I asked. Looking down he gently tugged on it and said, "They put this on us 3 days before we meet a guest." Looking back at me he smiled, "they want us very ready for the guest. If we get an erection it pushes up against the points in the tip and hurts, so it gets soft again." I feigned a look of sympathy and said "poor baby, how do we take it off?" "The key is on the board by the towels," he said pointing. I took the silver toothpick like device in my hand and he showed me how to push it into the slot which unsnapped it, allowing both halves to fall away. His 2 inch little cocklet immediately grew to a full erection of about three inches. It rose straight up and almost pressed against his flat tummy. He had not yet even grown any peach fuzz around his cock. His tight little ballsack tensed up as his cock sprang up and he let out a small sigh of relief. I reached over to his hip and took the thin gold chain between my fingers. "What's this for," I asked. "We get that when we complete our training," he said. "A gold chain is the best and a silver one second best." "Best at what," I asked, faking innocence. He giggled, "well, the tutors decide which of us will make the best companions on a whole lot of different things and we get gold. If they think we are ready but need more instruction they give us a silver one." As he was talking I let me hand slip down and caress his smooth butt check. It felt perfectly round and as smooth as satin. My finger tip slid up and down the delectable valley between his cheeks. My cock, which was fully exposed, was engorged with blood and slightly bouncing on my stomach. "So, I guess I am getting one of the best, huh?" I said, in raspy voice. He smiled. His hand went from my arm to my chest and he began running his fingers through my thick chest hair. I looked down at his hand then back to his eyes. This boy had definitely earned a gold chain. "I really like your hairy chest. It feels nice, too," he said softly. I put my hand around his waist and pulled him to me. He put a knee on the mattress and climbed up as I slid over to make room for him. As I gave him room he slipped next to me and putting his arm over my chest pulled himself close. His head came to rest on the side of my chest and I slid my open fingers through his curly hair. He let out a quiet "mmmmm." His hard little nail was pushed against my leg and he was very slowly humping me. He was obviously desperate for release so I bent down to his ear and whispered, "go ahead and make yourself cum, baby, I think you need it." He muttered a throaty, "kay" and pressed his cock hard against my leg. I reached down and put my hand on his delicious butt cheeks and pulled hard so his cock was hard against my leg. I eased up and then pulled again and his body tensed up hard and he began to pant. He pressed hard again then let out a long but soft squeal as he orgasmed. After the first spasm he began to thrust repeatedly against me, keeping his orgasm peaked. Finally, he held it for a few seconds then collapsed in my arm, breathing heavily. When he had caught his breath I leaned over and kissed him full on the lips. He responded immediately by parting his lips, allowing me to slide my hungry tongue into his mouth. My tongue was met by his eager tongue swirling around mine. He put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me hard to him as I pulled my tongue back to allow him to thrust his into my open mouth. I had never been kissed so passionately. As we kissed I reached down to his little cocklet and it was as hard as a nail once more. I took his tight little sack into my fingers and began to knead it. I made the kneading get harder and harder to see what his limits were. He seemed to be getting more excited the harder I massaged them but I held back for fear of hurting him. My finger tips found his smooth little perineum and I gently stroked it as he slightly parted his legs to give me better access. "Ooooooh, that really feels nice. Don't stop," he moaned. I was happy to continue. I put two of my fingers in his mouth and he sucked greedily, getting them very wet with his saliva. I put my fingers back on his perineum and slid my wet fingers up and down the soft skin under his tight ballsack. He let out a loud groan. As I worked his perineum I slid lower and lower till my fingertip found his tight ring. He opened his legs ever more and I took the cure. Pressing my finger I entered him smoothly to the second knuckle. His hole was very tight, but also very giving. It wrapped snuggly around my finger by offered no strong resistance. He didn't resist or flinch when I penetrated him. In fact, he was moaning as I massaged his little walnut sized prostate. I needed more so I decided to explore his body. I pulled his arm up and put my lips against his smooth armpit. The skin was as soft as his perineum and I gently sucked and licked as he moaned and coaxed me on with "ooooh yes's." I loved the taste and feel of his tiny armpit and I sucked hard till I left a little red welt which would remind him of our lovemaking for a few days. Next I slid down to his nipples. They were a little puffy from the early stages of puberty and the arousal I was causing. I sucked gently at first, which he loved. I sucked harder till his nipple was purple and tender, then I flicked my tongue over the tender nub. He was obviously in a high state of arousal because he was thrusting his pelvis up and down in the air in a desperate urge to cum. After servicing his other nipple I slid down and took gentle bites of his smooth stomach. His nail was bouncing up and down as I got closer to it. When I finally reached his cocklet I slid my lips up and down the shaft and he started humping my mouth. I knew he was close to another orgasm so I took his entire cocklet into my mouth and sucked on it as I swirled my tongue around the head. He yelled "yesssssssssssss," as his orgasm approached. Before he could cum, I slipped my hand under his smooth ass and pulled him up so I could control his thrusting. I held him tight against my mouth and used my tongue on the underside of his cock as I sucked on him. His hands were intertwined in my hair and he pulled hard as he reached another shattering orgasm. I held him tight as I used my tongue to keep his orgasm to a peak. His butt cheeks were hard as he pushed his cock into my mouth and his head was going from side to side on the bed as the orgasm overwhelmed him. Finally, he relaxed and lay panting on the bed as I let his cock slide out of my mouth. The only thing that would have made it better would have been a mouthful of boy cum to savor. But, the trade off was a tiny little boy nail that felt delectable in my mouth. I slid up next to him again and held him as he recovered. When he was breathing normal again I asked him, laughing, "how many times can you cum in one night?" He smiled groggily and said, "I don't know, I never counted. I guess as many times as you make me cum." I laughed aloud and said, "then let's shoot for a record." He laughed, too, and said "cool." As we laid there he reached down and started squeezing my cock. His little hand could barely wrap around my cock and he looked down at it with a look of wonder. "How big are you," he asked. "I think about 7 inches," I answered matter of factly. "Thick, too," he added as he smiled up at me. With that he slid down and took the head of my cock in his mouth and proceeded to work the head like I had never had it worked before. This boy had obviously been well trained. He used his tongue like an expert, swirling it around and pressing it against the underside of the head and sliding it firmly back and forth. Then, he slid his mouth down the shaft till his lips were wrapped around the base. My head fell back as I felt the most profound pleasure I had ever felt. I shave my pubes so I can feel everything without the pubic hairs blocking the sensation. I could feel his lips working the base of my cock as my cockhead was enveloped in his throat muscles. I was starting to feel an orgasm beginning t o churn in my balls. He must have sensed it, too, because he pulled off my cock. He crawled up to the head panel and grabbed one of the bottles of lube, saying "this is my favorite kind." Back at my cock he squeezed a large dollop on his hand and coated my cock, concentrating on giving my cockhead a heavy coating. When he was satisfied he dropped the bottle of lube on the mattress and straddled my cock. He was squatting with his feet planted flat on either side of my hips. He lowered himself down as he held my cock in his hand and placed the tip of my cock at his boy cunt. Then in one smooth motion he lowered himself down onto my cock till I was completely buried inside him. Putting his hands on my chest he lowered his knees and held me inside him, working his inner muscles to milk me. The sensation of his tight boy rectum wrapped around my engorged cock was intense and I let out a long deep groan as my head fell back. I recovered immediately and looked down at this small boy impaled on my cock. He was holding still, a look of deep pleasure on his face. His eyes were half closed and his mouth was half open as he moaned quietly. "You fill me up so good. This feels soooooo hot," he said with a raspy voice. "I love it, too, baby. I love how your snug pussy feels wrapped around my man cock. Fuck me hard, sweety." I groaned back. He began to raise and lower himself on my glistening cock. My cock had never been so hard or engorged with blood. The veins along the shaft were literally pulsing with my heartbeat. The image of his small boy filling his impossibly small boy cunt with my cock was mesmerizing. He would slide up my cock till only the head was in him then he would slide down and grind his ass on my thighs to try and get it deeper in his tight hole. I had only a few more of his pussy thrusts left before I unloaded in him, and I wanted to breed him like a girl. I reached down and pulled him toward me, my cock sliding out and leaving a trail of lube and boy pussy scum on my stomach. I flipped him on his back and climbed between his legs. He immediately grabbed his legs and pulled them toward him, raising his slightly gaping cunt for easier penetration. I pushed his legs forward and as I was getting my cock lined up with his hole he said, "I want your man sperm in my pussy. Breed me, Daddy." I almost came when he said that but managed to control myself and just before mounting him I looked him in the eyes and said, "I'm going to flood your pussy with my daddy load. You ready?" "Yes, yes, yessss," was his immediate answer. I pushed my cock in his slick hole and shoved it all the way forward, lifting his small butt up to maximize the penetration. He let out a squeal and tried to thrust back. His heavy lidded eyes squeezed shut as he awaited my heavy load flooding his tight hole. I thrust two or three times then felt my balls tighten up hard, and a heavy stream of cum travel up my cock and fill his bowels. He reached his third orgasm at the same instant and his tight little pussy ring grasped my cock tightly, forcing my second shot of cum to fire like a canon deep inside him. We thrust at each other as we both rode our orgasms, trying in vain to achieve deeper penetration. As I pounded his pussy my cum was forced out between his tight ring and my cock, emitting a loud, wet, slurping sound. The sounds simply increased my desire and I kept pumping even after my orgasm was easing. His ass was coated in man semen mixed with boy juice. I knew what I would do next. I pulled my cock out of his tight hole and slid down to lick his ass clean of our mutual juices. Licking it all up I slid up to his waiting open mouth and fed him the liquid leftovers of our hot fuck session. He took as much as I could give him and we passed it back and forth before we swallowed it down and collapsed on the bed. I pulled him close and felt him purring into my neck. We gradually fell into a deep sleep. To be continued: