Date: Sun, 6 May 2018 23:11:17 +0000 From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com Subject: Grand Champion chapter 3 GRAND CHAMPION By Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson MDiv, DMin DISCLAIMER: This is fiction. It is set in a future where the US no longer exists, split into various parts. The Southeastern US is a theocracy (known as the Convention) and the Florida Keys have split off, dedicated to the trafficking of sin. The Convention and Texas are at war with a Mormon dominated state called Deseret. The economy of the Keys are dominated by a group of companies that control pornography production, prostitution, gambling, and drugs through tourist resorts. In this world, almost nothing is illegal and everything can be bought. Complaints, compliments and comments to revjpgibson@hotmail.com Check out Facebook: Jesse Penfield Please consider donating to Nifty. These stories deserve a home. THREE Twelve males competed in the Under 18 category. Ten were sponsored by resorts and two indendepents. The youngest was 13 but he didn't seem to be a real factor. Here the age of consent is technically 13 but really no rule actually applied. A kid under 16 could sign a contract but it only had them bound until the kid turned 21. Starting at age 16, a contract applied until age 29 unless sold or released. Ten of them had a contract and Daniel wanted one. The way to get it was do well here. He liked the other guys. They were funny and cool. But his life literally depended on doing well. The Keys could always deport him back to the Convention. Sodomy is a crime there, a serious crime. A capital crime. They were in a small room - a sort of locker area that ordinarily would be used by people getting undressed - near the blackout room, where their competition was being staged. The more popular categories got the best venues. This is what they got but it wasn't bad. There was enough room for all the interested men - and they nearly all were- to crowd in and press against each other as they saw the finest in young male flesh perform. One by one, they got the boys, going from lowest score to highest. They left but didn't come back. Soon, it was just him and Harry left. "You like it better here than up there in the Convention?" Harry asked. "I got 3 meals, 3 hots and a cot even if the food fucking sucked. I don't always eat here but nobody's going to put a mask on my face and make me breath nitrogen until I die cause I like it in the ass" "Yeah" Harry said. "They're fucked. All the big wigs come here to get their freak on. There are some big guys in the Convention in there right now" "Really?" "Yeah. They don't believe their own shit" Daniel nodded. He believed that too. THe world was full of corrupt shit. Nobody was clean. But the strong took what they wanted. Harry was the last one to go before him and Daniel watched him leave, fantasizing about the fine ass being hidden by that robe, He thought about evey fine boy he had ever seen, ever wanted, to psych himself up. He wanted to be at least half hard when he went in. Then they came and got him, the excitement was more than he bargained for. He was hard as steel when he went in the door. He dropped the robe and walked proudly to the center of the room. "All right, 32. The lucky guy is 32" Daniel looked around. He guessed whoever 32 was, that would be who he sucked. He was a gray haired man, distinguished looking and handsome in the way politicians and successful ministers are. He was lean enough for his age, a bit of a belly but not bad. He was in khaki's and a golf shirt, perfectly pressed and no wrinkles showing. Daniel smiled. Then he practically jumped on the guy, getting up in his face, kissing him and ramming his hand into the man's groin to feel his junk. He was surprised and it took a second for him to respond by kissing back. Daniel was pawing to get 32's shirt off. He had no idea what the usual way this went down and he wasn't asking. He figured the guy was going to have his dick out anyway so he might as well be naked. Once 32 got his shirt off, Daniel pressed his naked body against him and rammed his tongue down the older man's mouth. "Take off your pants" Daniel ordered. The guy smiled and undid them, letting them drop to the floor. He had on gray boxer briefs. He looked like he was pretty close to hard as far as Daniel could see. So he yanked those down liberating him. The cock wasn't rock hard but plumped up and his big generous balls hanging down, true low riders. Daniel spit in his hand and clamped that on the man's stiffening cut rod as the mouth went directly to the nuts. He put one and then the other in his mouth, sucking on it good. He stroked him, there on his knees in front of the man as if praying, as the tongue and mouth tended to the nuts and taint. 32 exhaled hard and moaned. He liked it. Daniel put his rod in his mouth. You can't ignore the cock in a cock sucking contest. By now, it was stiff and hard. And Daniel took him the all way down, no gag reflex. It was maybe 6 inches and not that big around, perfect sucking size. He thought he might would have gotten more points for handling a real tool but there was nothing he could do about it. "Suck my dick" the man said, rubbing the crown of Daniel's head, mussing up his carefully casual black mop of hair. All the way down, all the way up, tonguing the cock head as Daniel used his hand to tug on his balls. "Suck it" the man said Daniel stood up and made a step to the side and gently pushed him backwards onto the ottoman. The man eased himself down and Daniel dove down, pulling his legs apart to get at the junk. The guy video taping it was right there filming him as he went down on the erect cock. The crowd in the room could see it on the monitors on the wall too. Holding the cock in his hands, he stuck out his tongue and licked the piss vein roughly from the base to the glans. Then he swallowed it and started bobbing up and down on it. Daniel had to reach down and stroke his own stiff cock as he did the guy. He meant he was going to cum every single time he did a round. It was a lot but he thought it would be the cool way to go. Besides, he is only 16 and has cum to spare. He was ramming his own dick as his head bobbed up and down on 32's. Then he stopped, gave it one good lick with his tongue from root to tip again then put just the head of it in his mouth and sucked hard, as if trying to physically draw the spunk out of him. Then Daniel stood, hovered over him, put his dick on top of the guys and held both in his hands, jacking them as he leaned over and kissed the man. Daniel grinned broadly, "Time to really suck some dick!" he said, laughing. He fell on it practically, devouring his cock like a thirsty man in a desert. All the way down and up, using a free hand to stroke 32 and the other hand to stroke himself. He jacked himself hard, even as he felt 32 to begin to twitch, his balls beginning to pull up. He thought the guy might be close and he wanted to drag it out a bit. He stroked himself as he leisurely pleasured 32. Daniel felt the juices flowing, the pressure building. Then, just at the last moment, Daniel stood up, stood over him, and gave himself a final good jack and shot his spunk, most of it landing on the man's dick and pubes, a slimy and sticky mess. "Damn" 32 said. "Fuck" Daniel jumped on it, licking it up. His own spunk, giving the man a tongue bath to gather it up. The dick, the pubic hair, the balls. Clean, he went back on it, gobbling up the prick but not subtle or leisurely now. Pleasure him hard and fast. "Oh, God!" the man called. "Ohhh, fuucck!" Daniel didn't give him a break. Not when he squirmed and not when he bucked his hips, trying to get himself in the boy deeper. Not as he panted and groaned and acted as if in pain. His balls tucked up, 32 was almost whimpering. Then with a loud cry, Daniel's mouth filled with his semen, slightly bitter but warm and thick. Daniel stood up and stuck his tongue out at the judges to show that he had the jizz on it and then swallowed it. The crowd applauded. They made him stand there, which he did naked, as they totaled up his score. Then the Emcee announced that he had scored at 29 out of 30. The scores on the screen had him still leading the category, ahead of Harry Boettcher who got 27 out of 30, and was second overall, behind only the great AJ McIntyre. Daniel had a broad grin on his face as he left. Everything was working out just fine. Outside in the hallway, a man approached him. "Daniel, I'm Carl Boettcher, managing partner of the Sebastian Resort" he said, sticking out his hand. Daniel knew in a vague way who he was, and mostly that he was a producer. He took the man's hand. "Let me buy you dinner at Sebastian. We can talk business" Sebastian was unique that it wasn't on the water. It was in town. On the corner of Duval and Petronia, the heart of the gay entertainment district back in the day of the old USA, it was a historic location, incorporating much of the original buildings. It didn't need to be on the water. Unlike the others for whom sex was just one of many possible sins, Sebastian emphasized it, but male sexuality. Gay sexuality. There was gambling and dining and the like but sex and partying were the true call. The resort's staff was exclusively male and the guests were almost entirely male. Daniel settled into a table at the cafe and Carl let him order. He got the filet mignon because he had heard of that. Carl poured him a wine, one that he called for by name, a red. "Fucking the judges was smart. I'm sorry you beat Harry to it. You were eager getting him at the party before hand. Smart" Daniel looked around. "Does everybody know about that?" "I don't think you care if they do" Carl said with a laugh. "But yeah. There aren't that many independents and each of you has a talent person from each of the resorts scouting you. Tomorrow, after you eat pussy, they're going to be lined up to offer you a contract. The smart ones, that is. Hellfire, Capri, Red Devil. Black Stag won't. They'll wait until you actually fuck. Since I don't give a flying fuck what you do with a pussy, I'm offering you now." "What are you offering?" "ABout the same as everyone else. The contracts are written so that guys like me can profit off of people like you. They'll be a little bit of difference but not much. There really are two things that are important. First, do you trust the guy you are signing with? I share the wealth with the talent. There's a clause in the contract that says that if I leave, you can renegotiate or be released from the contract. Second, do you like pussy best or dick best?" Daniel put a piece of the steak in his mouth. He chewed it slowly, thinking about what he wanted to say. "About the same as everyone else?" Carl smiled. "No, not really. Women get paid more than men. I pay men more than they do because my clientele wants premuium male meat. Look, kid, it's like this. If you like pussy, wait for one of the others. You have a better shot of being a straight stud. If you like dick, everybody produces gay and has gay. We do it exclusively. Here's what I offer you: a 10,000 credit sign on bonus, 50 grand if you make the champions round, 100 grand if you win it" "The only reason you have the thing in there about leaving if you leave is that nobody can get rid of you without all the talent walking. It's about protecting you, not me." "Well, you're shrewd." Carl said. "Take the contract. Read it, whatever. The offer still stands." Daniel took the piece of paper as Carl slid it across the table. "You're not going to fuck the judges tonight. Harry is" Carl said. "There is some one else I want you to fuck. He paid me 5 grand to do you. You in particular. I'll pay you two grand." "How about 2500?" "No. I have overhead and it's a lot of money for you." Daniel knew him to be a big wig in the Convention immediately but he didn't know who. He was tall, lean, silver haired and well put together, dressed casually in slacks and golf shirt. He was sipping a glass of champagne. He had answered the door to his room, the cottage in the garden area, and it was plush. He opened the door wide to let the boy in. "I'm Russell. Would you like some champagne?" "Sure" Daniel said. Russell poured it from a bottle resting in an ice bucket and handed it to him. Daniel sipped it and decided he really didn't like champagne all that much. 'I looked up your file. When I saw you, of course. I thought you were incredibly sexy and then they said you were exiled so I was curious" It didn't seem like an apology to Daniel. "You must be incredible in bed. The head of your children's home went overboard for you, risked a lot. But then he is an idiot, which is why he is in such a low position. But the judge, now the judge exiling you here where your natural talents can bloom, I'm going to have to see that he gets rewarded. Did he do you?" "No. Well kind of" Daniel said. "We came here on his boat. He made me do his wife" "Not too burdensome for a teenage boy" Daniel got close to him and took his hand, guiding into the crotch. "You married?" "Of course. I have a son your age" "Even better. I'll bet he's straight and trying his best to get all the pussy he can. So, Russell, When you fuck me, fuck me hard." "Well, you are stiffening up young man. Maybe you need to work on mine" Daniel smiled. He went to his knees and opened up Russell's fly to fish out his cock. Circumcised, not big, but Daniel take it down his throat, hampered by the pants, keeping him from truly getting at it. It was like a back alley blow job, done through the pants. The man was paying for awesome sex and he wasn't getting it. Daniel leaned back on his heels and looked up at him. Russell took the hint and stripped off his clothes. "You have a nice body" Daniel said "For an old man" Daniel smiled. "I think you're sexy" "I think you are a good liar but I appreciate it" Russell said, grabbing himself and beginning to slap Daniel's face with it. The boy caught it with his mouth and took it down again. He did have real skill at sucking dick. He had learned how men responded to what he did and how different men responded differently. Daniel was a keen pupil and had learned well. Russell had no complaints other than he didn't want to cum in the boy's mouth but in his butt. He made Daniel strip off his clothes. 'You have the body of a Greek god" Russell said. "Which one?" "Adonis" Daniel smiled. "Yeah. Do you like my dick?" Russell answered by taking it in his hand and stroking it. He sucked it but not nearly as good as the boy had. He was a more selfish lover and less experienced in man sex despite his advantage in years. But he stayed hard throughout, betraying his true attaction. Daniel lay on his back, legs up and apart, a pillow under his hip. Russell entered him. He did it rough but the boy took it. Daniel stayed hard as the man fucked him, occassionally stroking himself to keep it alive. But Russell couldn't last. The excitement got him. It was fast and hard and not prolonged before the man seemed in agony and then blessed relief, dumping his load in the ass. Falling on the bed, spent, Russell said, "I guess you need to save it up for the competition." "Yeah," Daniel said. He thought about asking Russell how much he had paid in order to test Carl but decided he wouldn't trust the answer. "Tell me about Carl Boettcher" "He wants you as a Sebastian boy?" Daniel nodded yes. "He's probably the greatest finder and manager of male flesh ever. He got AJ McIntyre and groomed him. Turned him to the greatest stud of all time. Carl made Black Stag what it is. They got rid of him because they thought he was trying to turn it too gay. So, he has the resort he has always truly wanted, totally gay. You could be big here. You ought to think about it. He's known for sharing the wealth with the talent."