Diary of a Shota Boy - Part 2

by

Cosmo

Part 2: The Saxon Club

'Hey Cloud,' said a little high-pitched voice.

It was Chip. He stealthily sidled up beside me, so I didn't really see him approach. Like me, he was naked, save for the little arm strap on his bicep, and he settled his compact little frame on the stool next to me, holding up his fist in greeting.

'Hey Chip,' I replied, bumping fists with him.

Chip wasn't drinking. But then Chip never did. He was a bit of a health freak actually. That was part of his attraction. Chip was one of the youngest shota boys at the Club, and at 10 years old, also the smallest. Paradoxically, that also made him one of the most popular. He had a body that was like nothing you had ever seen before. He was incredibly well toned for a kid of his age. He liked working out and had quite a tight, hard little body. He wasn't overly muscly or anything, but he had excellent musculature, with a flat tummy and a discernible little six pack, and well defined pectorals and biceps. He was a little powerhouse - with broad little shoulders and a narrow waist that was going to make him a very handsome man one day. He was slim and lithe, and had a lovely clear skin tone that radiated a warm, healthy glow. On top of that he had a beautiful little cock. It was small, compact, just the right size for his age, but one of the most perfect little dicks you could ever hope to see. It hung loosely just above his tight little hairless ball sac, curving downwards like a smooth, fat worm. Not only did he look great, but he also had incredible stamina. You would not believe what that kid could do. All this was complimented by his natural good looks. He was a pretty little thing - a sweet oval face with elfin features and steel-gray eyes, crowned with a mop of longish light brown hair, which came down over his forehead at the front and was swept over to one side in an almost cartoon-like downward rip curl. It was so cute. If that wasn't enough, he also wore a pair of round, wire-rimmed spectacles. You could not mistake Chip. He was so distinctive, and his little glasses just set the whole package off nicely. They, more than anything, were his trademark. Strangely, many of the clients found those spectacles an incredible turn-on, and it was not unusual for them to want him to keep them on while they played with him. I had had many joint sessions with Chip, where we had enjoyed multiple tricks together, and I knew that it was quite common for them to want to shoot their spunk over his pretty little face. They loved splashing their seed over his lenses as though it was a way of subjugating the little boy. But then, he was so cute, I think I could see why. Oh fuck, how I wished I could do that to him too. Maybe one day he would let me.

With Chip sitting on the bar stool next to me, here we were again, ready for another evening of parading ourselves around the Club. Chip was sat well back on his stool, leaning forward with his hands clasped together and his little feet dangling cutely off the floor. His little spectacles glinted as he looked around the room curiously, looking for some action. Chip was always very eager and dedicated to his work. He was always amenable and up for pretty much anything. He was a plucky, happy-go-lucky little guy. He was a good fuck too. No wonder he was so popular with the clients.

I think the reason why I felt so close to Chip was because it had been me that popped Chip's little cherry. It had been me who brought him to orgasm for the first time, when he was only a little younger than he was now. I still remember the first time I stripped him, clinically removing his faded and worn out clothes, and sat him down on my bed, with his little dick as hard as an iron rod, straining upwards in his hairless crotch. And I told him what I was about to do. I told him that he was going to remember this day for the rest of his life, and maybe often wish for it to be repeated. But there was only ever going to be one first time. I told him to relish it, to enjoy it and to remember it. He nodded, half fascinated, half scared, but wanting it anyway. His little dick pulsed in his crotch, almost as though it relished the prospect of the pleasurable trauma it was about to experience. Then I lowered my lips to his little rod and enveloped his stiff little organ in my mouth. He winced and gasped from the shock of his hard little dick being encased in that warm, wet receptacle of my mouth, and I quickly and expertly brought him off with just a few deft strokes of my wrist and a few bobs of my head into his crotch.

When his little rod went out of its head, pulsing and straining in his crotch, he was overcome by the sensation of his first cum - his first dry cum, and he let out a sharp breath, as though the grip of his orgasm had expelled all the air from his lungs. Or maybe it was the shock. As soon as the pulses of his little orgasm faded he looked at me with the most incredulous expression, unable to conceive how something could feel so good, and almost disbelieving that his little body was capable of such extreme pleasure.

From that day on, he was addicted. I think the moment his little dick pulsed in my mouth, trying to eject spunk that his little balls didn't contain, gripping his little hairless body in the throes of that ecstatic seizure, he was hooked. It was as if some irreversible switch had been thrown in his mind which from that day onwards predisposed him to seek that very same thrill over and over again. I had never met a boy who was so addicted to cumming. It was like he needed it. He craved it all the time. We could spend an entire afternoon repeatedly making him cum. He would beg me to bring him off, one way or another, sometimes with my mouth, sometimes with my hand. He was always so enthralled by the feeling it induced, almost drunk on the ecstasy of that fleeting high, so much so that he sought after it over and over again.

Not that I minded of course. I loved playing with Chip's little dick. You wouldn't believe the attention I gave that little dick of his. I yanked on it roughly, bent it from side to side, squeezed it hard and jacked it real fast, and no matter what I did it still sprang back like it was mounted on an irrepressible spring. His little worm of a dick was tiny, even when erect it was no more than about three inches. But it was almost as hard as steel, and so stiffly sprung that if he stabbed it into my mouth, which he sometimes did, when he became over excited and was lost in the moment, it could really hurt when he jabbed it into the back of my throat. He was quite strong for such a young boy. And when he was seeking the ultimate thrill, he could be quite cruel too. There were many places he wanted to stick that little dick of his, and when he was determined to pursue his orgasm, nothing would stop or deter him. His little dick was good at taking punishment. Sometimes I would deliberately chew on it gently, nibble on the shaft or let my teeth graze the perfect little head, just to elicit a reaction, maybe induce a little pain. He never complained. It was almost as though he liked me hurting his little dick. It just made his little erection even stiffer, as though it drew strength from the punishment it received. The rougher I treated it, the more tumescent it became. It was the most magnificent little dick I had ever come across.

The other incredible thing about Chip's little dick was that he could dry cum repeatedly, and there was no limit as far as I was aware. I still could recall one particular afternoon where it was sweltering hot and we were in my room with nothing to do. We were so sexed up, I masturbated Chip until he cummed twelve times in one afternoon. No word of a lie. He felt every one of them, and I could testify to having felt his pretty little dick stiffen perceptibly in my hand every time, pulsing away in my fist and sending him into fits of ecstatic agony, as his little dick tried to force out spunk that his little hairless balls didn't contain. His hard, muscly little body tightening up in the throes of little boy orgasm was a sight to behold. He was able to repeat that over and over again, seemingly on demand. And Chip wasn't in the least showing signs of waning. I think he could have carried on had other matters not taken precedence. But then, Chip wasn't like any other boy I knew. Chip was really something else. Chip was special. Of course, the way he derived pleasure from his dick did beg the question of what he was going to be like when that little dick finally got to fuck somebody. When he finally got to stick that little dick in some warm, wet, tight orifice - buried balls deep into some other boy's little cunt - he was going to be sensational. That little dick was going to give him and his lovers so much pleasure. It was a beautiful little dick.

Chip and I had only exchanged a few brief words before we were accosted by two navy guys. The navy guys were distinctive because we hardly ever saw sailors at the Club. It was miles from the sea. They had probably come in on the transporter plane. The sailors were both fairly young, probably about eighteen or nineteen, and they closed in on us both with studious interest, hemming us in on our bar stools. As we were always completely naked, nothing was ever left to the imagination. Like I said, Chip was very popular. It was easy to see why young men were attracted to him. They were more interested in him than me, it seemed, and they started chatting and smiling. Unlike most of the other clientele, they didn't carry guns, but I did notice that they had little Bowie knives and scabbards attached to their belts. I wasn't sure if that was regulation equipment, but they had certainly come prepared. No doubt they had heard what sort of a place The Saxon Club was.

We sort of struck up a disjointed conversation, and I got drawn into it, I guess because I happened to be sitting nearby. The two sailors were Russian, we discovered. They didn't speak much English. We managed to have a rather halting conversation in the little broken English that they knew, and the conversation was punctuated by plenty of hearty laughs and snickers. It was clear they had been drinking. They were frisky, but not menacing, so I wasn't unduly concerned. We chewed the fat for a bit, laughing and gesturing, and I was quite drawn to them, tell you the truth. They seemed quite interesting. I had a fascination for different nationalities, and was always intrigued to hear about unfamiliar and romantic sounding places that I'd never had the pleasure of visiting. From what I could understand they were a submarine crew from one of the nuclear subs of the Russian Baltic Fleet. They said they were from a place called Kaliningrad. One of them, I guess the senior of the two, wasted no time in getting behind Chip and started feeling him up, hunching over him and running his hands over Chip's hard little body. His name was Vadim. Vadim was exactly what I imagined a token Russian blond looked like. He was quite handsome, with neat, thin features, close cropped hair, pale skin and icy blue eyes - like little crystals of sapphire gleaming out from beneath his sailor's cap. The cap was tilted well back on his head and had a band around it with Cyrillic lettering, and two little streamers floating down at the back. The other sailor was darker, but just as handsome. His name was Zory. They were both lean and virile looking and you could tell they were unreservedly aroused. Zory was nodding approvingly at Vadim and egging him on. Chip sat on his stool and indulged them. He didn't seem to mind. I knew he could handle them. In fact, he soon had a little hard-on, his little dick sticking up long and straight in his lap, which the sailors applauded. It was a beautiful little dick, with a neat pink little head, and they took turns tugging at it and passing vulgar but complimentary remarks. Zory brought over a tray of shots, and they noisily downed one little shot glass each. It was vodka, of course. That was immediately followed by another, until they had downed at least three shots in quick succession, and slammed their glasses back down on the tray with a rousing cheer.

I moved away and left them to it, but kept an eye on what they were doing. Guus was on the far side of the Club floor also keeping an eye on their antics. But he never intervened. The sight of him languishing ominously in the background with his Uzi tucked under his arm was usually enough. The Russians were making a lot of noise, every now and then letting up a loud cheer as they continued their banter, mostly in Russian, with a lot of gesturing and a few English words thrown in. They were loud and showy and were determined to enjoy Chip. They grabbed their crotches and were making Chip feel them up, pressing his little hands into their groins. I noticed that they also threaded a large number of bills into his arm-strap. Of course, that made Chip all the more amenable. Pretty soon they both had their flies open, so that Chip was able to stick his hands into their pants and squeeze their hard-ons. He was meekly staring up into their eyes, his little hands groping around into the open front of their flies. It was quite an erotic sight watching that horny little chappie sitting there naked with these two tall uniformed sailors surrounding him. It was clear they had claimed Chip for the evening. Good for them. Chip was damn good.

Vadim leaned in and started kissing Chip on the neck, moving greedily over his face, biting hard onto his little jaw and sucking his little rosebud lips into his mouth. You could tell Vadim was really sexed up, gorging on Chip's sweet, flawless little face and chewing roughly on his lips. It was almost as though he was trying to bite Chip's face off. He was very rough and uncoordinated, and I guessed by this point quite drunk. Suddenly, Vadim grasped Chip in his arms and hauled him up off the stool, making an exalted announcement to Zory. He rose up, slinging Chip up over his shoulder like he was a sack of grain, and administered a resounding slap on Chip's bare little butt. The sharp snap of his blow was quite loud. Zory cheered. Then Vadim carried the little boy's diminutive body over to the stage. I just caught a glimpse of Chip's expression as he was being carried off. Actually, he was smiling, and for a moment there he looked thrilled to have been lifted aloft in the sailor's strong arms, and his pretty eyes widened with surprise and delight. He was enjoying it!

In the center of the sunken stage, Vadim knelt down, and carefully placed Chip's naked little body in the center of the floor, facing up at him. Everybody in the room turned to the stage and started cheering and clapping. Because the stage was sunk into the floor, it had something of the feel of a bear-pit about it. Those around it were drawn to the edge of the stage and gathered around expectantly. They knew they were about to get a show of a different kind. At The Saxon Club there were no rules about what you did with the shota boys. Like I said, the only stipulation was that you couldn't do anything that would leave a mark on one of the boys or result in a lasting injury. If you wanted to fuck one of them right there in front of everyone, you could. Fucking wasn't that common. Sometimes the clients would have you blow them, especially if they were seated at one of the tables, and it was certainly not unusual for one of us to be jerked off by a client just standing at the bar. These Russian sailors couldn't wait and were evidently unperturbed by the impromptu audience. Vadim straightened up, mumbled something in Russian, and then loosened his belt, yanking down his dark dress pants and underwear at the same time, and threw his cap off, revealing his head of clipped golden blond hair. Zory followed him and joined in without hesitation. Pretty soon, boots, caps and belts were all cast aside and both of the young men pulled down their dress pants, freeing their rigid dicks, and they pitched into the little boy lying expectantly on the floor. Vadim pushed Chip's knees back towards his chest, exposing his boyhole and lifted his little ass up off the floor. He plunged his face between Chip's legs and buried his tongue into his boyhole. Chip's smooth, shapely legs were waving around in the air. Zory leaned over and was kissing Chip on the lips. Both of them were gorging hungrily on that beautiful little body as though it was their last night on earth. As they did so, they accumulated quite an admiring audience, some of whom went into amorous little huddles of their own, watching the show from the sidelines, kissing their partners lasciviously at the same time. Some fondled each other. Others just fondled themselves. It was amazing to witness such a diversity of people gathered together, not all of whom were particularly tolerant of each other, and some of whom ordinarily harbored deep-seated animosities, now united in the common admiration of this little performance. It was quite a sight to behold.

Whilst I sat on my stool watching, Ten came up behind me and hugged me, throwing his arms around my shoulders. No one was going to buy drinks while this little show was going on, so I guess he decided to take a break. We were all as hard as hell. He pressed his hard-on into my back, and I could feel it trapped awkwardly under his apron. He kissed me on the back of the neck. I melted backwards into him, tossing my head back against his cheek. It was a welcome and exquisite greeting. At the same time he reached around and grabbed my dick in his fist, which was poking up insistently in my lap, and he gently massaged my throbbing cock. His expert hands manipulated the elastic skin over my turgid organ as we watched the impromptu show together. It felt good to be in Ten's arms. His tactility was always a great turn-on. I leaned backwards against him and closed my eyes in stolen bliss, overwhelmed by how much I loved this boy.

For a few moments, Ten stayed with me, manipulating my little organ, both of us watching the proceedings from the end of the bar. The Russians had no compunction whatsoever and were oblivious to the spectacle they were causing. If this was to be their first and only visit to Verolino, it was going to be a memorable one. Those sailors must have been extremely horny because they gathered around Chip and impaled him on their cocks with such brute force that I knew it must have hurt. They were impetuous and clumsy and not interested in preliminaries. Chip took it though. He was a tough little guy. He squealed a bit, but you could never tell if he was doing that just for effect. It was so erotic when he squealed. Vadim was kneeling down, hunching over Chip, still holding his legs back so that his knees were against his chest, and took his ass roughly and brutally, with no formality whatsoever. He set about pumping pneumatically into him with a force that made even me wince in horror, hammering Chip's little body quite hard into the dull wooden floor. Zory was on his knees, grasping his own cock in one hand and lifting up his navy tunic with the other, leaning in and sliding his cock over Chip's open lips. The sailors were good. They had really big, stiff dicks, and quite athletic looking bodies. Their thighs were muscly and they had hard, rounded butts that flexed as they thrust their cocks all over that little body. The audience started applauding, and I could see that they were getting so into this ad-hoc little performance that there were several joints in circulation. All around the edge of the stage, all manner of disparate personalities were temporarily drawn together in the solidarity of witnessing this amazing spectacle: Chip getting sexed up in every conceivable way by these two horny Russian sailors.

Vadim continued pumping away into Chip's little hole, and he was savoring the sensation of the little boy's body, throwing his head back and screwing up his eyes in joy and concentration. Zory was grasping his stiff cock, and Chip was alternating between jerking him off or having him rub his cock over his face and body. Vadim was the first to cum. He didn't take long, and he thrust his last few strokes with such force that I could see Chip's little head bounce a couple of times on the wooden floor. His little spectacles flashed intermittently as he tossed his head around, reflecting the stage lights on the gantry above him. When Vadim cried out, he threw his head back sharply and practically screamed out his orgasm. The audience gasped and then broke into a smattering of applause. He thrust hard into Chip a few more times, draining his spunk into him completely, then pulled out, dripping a little trail of watery spunk all over the wooden floor. His place was hastily taken by Zory. Vadim moved aside and watched. He was kneeling close by, his cock still hard and now all slimy with his own cum, and he continued to stroke it. Zory fucked Chip in quite a utilitarian way and injected his load into him with gusto and great relish. Chip's little body was shiny with sweat, stressed by the efforts being demanded of him, but he bore the full force of the assault. Then, when he had finished, Zory pulled out and paused to wipe his cock on Chip's face, smearing the residue of his cum on the little boy's cheek. Vadim then closed in for a rerun. He was still very horny and his dick was still rock hard. He was obviously not satisfied and wanted more. As he closed in and roughly impaled Chip on his cock one more time, the audience cheered and whistled.

Vadim turned Chip over, so that the little boy was face down, and gave him a few more hard slaps on his butt. The sharp crack of Vadim's palm on Chips bare flesh was tangible. Chip yelped with each one. That must have really stung. Then Vadim laid down on the floor and pulled Chip's little body onto him. He held the little boy upright astride his pelvis, mounting him onto his cock and pushing him down by his hips. Chip steadied himself, leaning forward on the sailor's chest, and sank down hard onto his big column of flesh, until his cock had been fully inserted right up into Chip's tiny little pelvis. Chip knew what to do. He rode the big sailor expertly, arching his back and rotating the angle of his hips on the downstroke to get maximum purchase and induce maximum pleasure. Chip was so expert, so well practiced, Vadim never stood a chance. He cummed really quickly, this time straining his orgasm deep into Chip's little butt with a strangulated cry of pleasure, bucking upwards into Chip's sweet little ass so violently that he nearly threw the little boy off him. When it was over, he finally collapsed back onto the floor as though unconscious. The audience applauded appreciatively. Chip fell off him and laid out on the floor breathlessly, his well toned little chest heaving rapidly. He had his knees drawn up and his legs splayed out, so that it was clear to see his bruised little boyhole, red raw, still dilated and leaking three loads of spunk. Chip's cute little body looked thoroughly ravaged and the usually disciplined little curl of hair on his forehead was now disheveled and falling over his spectacles.

At this point Zory knelt over Chip, even as he was lying there hyperventilating, feeling his little body all over, pinching his nipples, cupping and squeezing his pecs and tugging his stiff little dick. It was clear that he was preparing to cum all over him. The audience were all calling out encouragement. Spurred on by that, Vadim leaned in at the other end and was roughly stroking Chip's little cock. He was going to make Chip cum. Chip could only dry cum of course, but his dry cums were spectacularly erotic. His little dick would go out of its head. I was easily overwhelmed by what Ten was doing to my cock as we watched. It was partly the sight of what those Russian sailors were doing to Chip, Zory set to explode all over him, Chip's little cock set to spasm in a dry cum, and partly Ten's firm, relentless, unfaltering strokes on my own little cock as we watched. I knew that he was going to make me cum. I let him. It felt so good I don't think I could have asked him to stop. He was planting wet little kisses on the side of my neck and I wanted to cum for him. Zory jerked himself off all over Chip, raining down another shower of cum, painting his tight little body with shiny wet streaks, and at the same time Chip moaned out a really loud, high-pitched cry, a little scream of ecstasy as his little dick spasmed violently a few times in Vadim's hand. It was just possible to see that beautiful little boydick of his go wild from Vadim's ministrations, urgently trying to squeeze out spunk that wasn't there, and Chip was emitting a succession of desperate, plaintive cries of 'Ungh, ungh!' The audience gasped and applauded.

Chip's dry cum sent me over the edge. Ten's firm fist around my cock ushered me towards quite an explosive cum. I moaned when I felt it approach, indicating that I knew it was going to be a big one, and then Ten realized just what he was doing to me. Still standing behind me, he wrapped his other arm around my chest and held me real close, breathing hard into my ear as though he wanted to feel my orgasm with me. I tensed up violently and emitted a quiet, ecstatic 'Uh!' as my orgasm hit, and I squirted two graceful little arcs of clear boyspunk up and out over his fist, which was still hammering away in my lap. I exhaled loudly as I cummed. It was almost as if I was cumming over Chip. Chip always had that effect on people. These two sailors seemed to appreciate that he had the kind of body that was just made to be fucked hard and spattered with cum. That was what flashed through my mind as Ten's deft fist forced the spunk to shoot out of me in the most pleasurable and uncompromising way. Fuck, it was fantastic.

When it was over, Ten let go of my softening dick. Still leaning in over me, he brought his loosened fist up to his face, with my watery boyspunk drizzled over his knuckles, and studied it closely for a few seconds. Then he put it to his mouth and licked it all off.

'Mmm, just like daddy used to make,' he said.

I smiled. He had swallowed plenty of my cum before. And I his.

'Sorry,' said Ten, whispering softly in my ear.

'What for?' I asked, surprised.

'You're supposed to save that for the clients,' he said.

I turned and gave him a sidelong glance, not in the least perturbed. I knew I could cum two, three, four times in an evening, given enough time to regenerate between cums.

'Oh, don't worry,' I reassured him, 'There's plenty more where that came from.'

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