Brave New World
With apologies to those who have used
the title words before, this story is, needless to say, one of pure fantasy. In
no way does it imply the author believes that boys should be treated in the
manner they are in this fantasy, but the author does acknowledge that there are
those who find such fantasies erotic, indeed perhaps more than just a few. For
those who do, and for those who wonder if they do, this story may be regarded
as a cathartic exercise, by all means fantasise but do not feel tempted to turn fantasy into reality!
Naturally, given the nature and
content of this fantasy, it is not intended for those of an insufficient age to
read it, so if you are not yet 18,
read about Noddy and Big Ears instead. And if you are
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Brave New World
A fantasy by Ivor
Sukwell
Chapter One
Status
Four 697 woke, as he did each and every morning to the State Morning Alarm, an
alarm that was installed in the bedroom of every boy, a persistent sound that
was guaranteed to attract the attention of every boy, no matter how deeply he
was asleep. The rhythmical slaps of flesh on flesh, the gasps, pants, moans and
cries were unmistakably the sounds of a boy being fucked and that is a noise no
boy can ignore even if he is asleep.
SF697
did not ignore it, the slap of groin on arse, the gasps and groans that
accompanied the squishes of cock being driven into well-lubed hole growing
steadily louder, ensuring that, as always, SF697 woke with his fourteen year
old cock rampantly erect and with his hormones out to play.
Just
as he did every morning, SF697 reached a hand downwards to cup and fondle his
balls in their hairless sac as he waited for the silver screen that covered a
whole wall of his bedroom to come to life.
He
knew what the screen would show him, and it wasn't the fuck he was listening
to, but a live feed from the dormitory of his town's establishment for the sons
of Dolers.
Dolers were the bottom rank of society, families who had no work and lived on
the hand-outs from the State known as `The Dole'. The children of those
families were taken into the State's care, boys from ten until their seventeenth
birthdays, girls from thirteen until eighteen; boys in one establishment, girls
in another. Dolers were unemployed and lived on
handouts from the State, but their adolescent offspring brought in the income
that was used to feed and house them.
Like
every other boy, the feed SF697 received was from the boys' establishment –
girls would be woken by an alarm sound of cunnilingus and a feed from the
girls' establishment dormitory; the State actively discouraged juvenile
heterosexuality and being caught indulging in that would result in the
offenders and their parents, no matter how high their Status, being instantly
reduced to Dolers.
It
was always the same dormitory feed that SF697 received – being a small town
there was just the one establishment for boys – but as it was a live feed there
were always some differences.
The
dormitory was a long room with a sleeping bench running the length of both
sides; no separate beds, just long mattress covered wide benches for the boys
to sleep on, around fifty boys on each bench.
There
were no bed covers, warm air was circulated constantly so there was no
discomfort for the boys, and all slept naked so there was an abundance of boy
flesh of all ages between ten and almost seventeen for SF697, and every other
waking boy in the town to look at when he reached for his morning solid cock.
The
boys clambered off their sleeping benches, some soft, some semi and some fully
hard, making their way to their morning shower, none making any attempt to
conceal their boyness as they donned the head coverings they needed. Hair was
not washed in the morning shower, that was a separate
exercise as the shower water contained a very effective depilatory ingredient
that ensured that even the oldest boy remained just as smooth and hairless as
the youngest.
SF697
looked at the live feed as he did every morning while his alarm moved to the
sounds of impending orgasm, searching for a boy to hold in his mind as he had
his morning wank, admiring the wide variety of boy genitals the State so
thoughtfully provided each morning for him.
SF697
liked best the cocks of the older boys and often he would focus on one of
those, a boy of fifteen or sixteen with several tempting inches of boy cock
dangling between his hairless legs or hard and jutting out in front of him as
he made his way to the shower, and sometimes he would pay more attention to a
younger one, even a pre-teen one, he thought would be good to fuck.
This
morning his attention was caught by a young teen boy, from the size of his cock
SF697 guessed to be only just a teen, but it wasn't cock that attracted his
attention, rather it was the still unfaded stripes of
a caning on his arse that led his hand from smooth balls to rampant cock and
filled his mind with thoughts of how pleasurable it would be to make those
marks on a smooth young bum.
It
was not the first time SF697 had had those thoughts, but today was the first
time he would be able to do something about them. Yesterday SF697 had assisted
his father in his work; his father was a manual labourer, a Status Four
citizen, given the task of digging holes for trees to be planted and SF697 had
been taken along to help, shovelling earth back in around freshly planted trees
and earned a token for his labour. SF697 knew exactly how he was going to spend
his token, so this morning he did not wank, he wanted to ensure his cock stayed
fully hard for later.
The receptionist at the establishment eyed SF697 appraisingly; it was not
uncommon for boys to come and spend a token, but Status Four boys were quite
rare – Status Four did not earn an abundance of tokens so it was quite unusual
for an SF boy to have one to spend.
That
SF607 was a Status Four boy was obvious from the red colour of his tunic dress,
clothing that was more dress than tunic in the case of SF697, clinging
pleasantly to the contours of his teenage body, mid-thigh in length, making the
most of his long, slender legs.
`Nice,'
the receptionist, a middle-aged Status Three, thought, noting that the boy had
taken care with his make-up; cheeks nicely blushed, lips not too red, eye
shadow subtle and complimenting his blue eyes. Status Four boys were, as a
rule, not careful with their appearance but this one had certainly made the
most of his young teen attributes.
"Good
morning," the receptionist smiled at SF697, taking the boy's offered ID card
and entering the details on the desk computer. "Your first visit," he smiled,
"What can we provide you with?"
SF697,
feeling somewhat nervous as it was indeed his first visit, put his token on the
counter, its value buying him an hour with one of the boys.
"I
want one I can hurt," he said, trying not to blush, "One I can use a cane on,
make him cry before I...."
"Fuck
him," the receptionist finished, smiling pleasantly, apparently finding nothing
unusual with SF607's wants. "Do you have a particular age in mind?"
"Younger than me. But not too young," SF697 said, trying to will his cock to stay soft.
"Twelve
or thirteen, perhaps?" the receptionist suggested, "Any younger than that and
he'll be screaming far too soon unless you have some experience in punishing
boys for pleasure."
"I
don't," SF697 muttered, embarrassed by his inexperience.
"Then
I'd suggest a mid-thirteen," the receptionist smiled, flicked his eyes to the
computer screen where SF697's details were displayed, "About a year younger
than yourself. And, of course, one that age will have something at the front
for you to play with as well." He leaned forward, helpfully giving advice, "An
hour is quite a long time, and you wouldn't want to spend most of it in just
inflicting pain. You'll find it much more fun if you mix things up a little;
make his arse burn and then confuse his mind by playing with his cock and balls,
and when he's getting nicely into that, whack him again."
"Oh,"
SF697 nodded, "I never thought of that."
"Use
the whole boy," the receptionist advised, "You're paying for all of him, after
all. Don't forget he has a mouth as well. I think you'll find just that little
extra something if you stick your cock in a crying boy's mouth."
"Oh,
thank you," SF697 gave up all attempts to stay soft as he contemplated the idea
the receptionist had planted in his mind. He still had no knowledge of what it
was like to have his cock in anyone's mouth, but getting sucked by a younger,
crying boy, a boy he had made to cry, was a particularly erotic thought.
"As
it is your first time here," the receptionist smiled encouragingly, "Would you
permit me to make another suggestion or two? We like to do our best to ensure
that customers have a full and enjoyable experience, we do want them to come
back again," he smiled a smile that suggested, as it was meant to, that SF697
would become a regular whenever he had a token to spend.
SF697
had every intention of enjoying himself as much as was possible and agreed that
he'd find suggestions helpful.
"As
you haven't punished a boy here before, I'd suggest that you have him prepared
on the punishment bench for you. Later, when you've punished a few, you'll
probably find, as many of our customers do, that fastening a boy to the bench
is part of the pleasure, but at first, working out which straps to use to
fasten him, how tight to fasten them, the angles you want his arse and head to
be can take a little time, and I'm sure you'd rather use that time in getting
some nice noises from him."
"Oh,
yes, please," SF697 agreed, "If that's possible."
"Of
course," the helpful receptionist smiled yet again, "We want our customers to
be happy, I'll have him nicely strapped in place for you. There is a little
lever you can use yourself to adjust the head; I'd suggest head down for
punishment and eventual fucking, but you can lift it so you can use his mouth."
SF697
nodded, his cock throbbing.
"One
thing though where I do have to disappoint you," the receptionist looked suitably
regretful, "We cannot permit you to use a cane. Canes are reserved for
experienced punishers as they can inflict unpleasant damage in unskilled hands,
so I'm going to suggest that you use this instead." He reached below the
counter and produced a leather strap, some eighteen inches long, two and a half
inches wide and a quarter of an inch thick with an easily gripped handle. He
swished it a couple of times to demonstrate flexibility and slapped in on the
surface of his desk, producing a loud `crack' when it made contact.
SF697's
cock throbbed again as he imagined that same sound being made on a boy's arse.
"Punishment
rooms are, of course, soundproofed," the receptionist explained, "So no worries
about loud screams disturbing anyone. Room thirty six," he said, handing SF697
the strap, "Your time begins when you enter the room and there is a big clock
on the wall to show you how much of your time you've used and how much you have
left. Don't get so carried away enjoying yourself that you forget to leave enough
time for a good, satisfying fuck," he grinned.
"I
won't," an excited SF697 grinned back, and headed for Room 36, idly swinging
the strap.
The
receptionist eyed the departing boy, admired his long smooth legs, admired the
way his tight red dress clung to the mounds of his arse and keyed in a code on
the computer, a code that sent a tone to the phones of a number of Status One
men, a code that advised them of a live feed they may find interesting. Unknown
to SF697 his hour's fun would be watched by a number of the highest in the
State.
Status
One 7, a man in his early fifties, clicked on his wall screen when his phone
warned him of an incoming live feed from the establishment. SO7 was a very
important man, one of the most important in the State, a man with many cares
and responsibilities. Despite his age he was still fit and athletic, his body
that of a man who swam two miles every day in his massive pool.
A
live feed warning was unexpected; as a Status One citizen SO7 could view the
goings on in the establishment any time he wanted and regularly tuned in when
his day's work was done to watch how citizens spent their tokens. It was a
pleasant form of relaxation, best enjoyed in the company of a boy, one sent to
him from the establishment, a perk that senior Status One men enjoyed.
SO7
had no boy this morning; he rarely kept one overnight, preferring to sleep
undisturbed, which, of course, is not likely to happen if a bed contains a boy.
A live feed warning had to mean that something of more than usual interest
would be happening, so SO7 looked to see if it would be something to enjoy with
his morning orange juice.
His
attention was caught by the feed coming from a punishment room – watching boys
being punished was always something to enjoy – so SO7 settled into a plush
leather chair with his juice, intending to watch while he consumed it.
He
nodded appreciatively as the to be punished boy was led into the room by two
establishment attendants, both former establishment inmates, youths raised to
provisional Status Four because of their physical attributes, all of which were
on full display as the youths were still not confirmed as being Status Four and
so not entitled to any clothing.
SO7
paid those attendants no attention, they were too old to be worth looking at as
far as SO7 was concerned however well-equipped they were, but the boy they
brought with them was a different matter. Judging by what he had, SO7 concluded
he was not far into being thirteen, and SO7 had a good forty years experience
in determining a boy's age from his genital development, and thirteen to
fourteen was the age SO7 most enjoyed. The boy was interesting, but more interesting
still was the fact that the attendants were fastening him to a punishment bench
– usually clients wished to fasten a boy themselves, be it to bench or frame,
so the fact that he was being strapped in before the client arrived was an indication that the
client was a novice in the arts of punishment and that intrigued SO7.
The
bench was a work of art, designed specifically for boys to have pain inflicted
on them and the thirteen, SO7 was certain now that he was thirteen, looked
suitably apprehensive as he was made to kneel on a padded platform, ankles
fastened just over shoulder width apart.
In
front of him was a padded bar and an attendant youth eased the boy forward so
his chest lay on that and some adjustments were made to the kneeling bench and
the chest bar so the boy was comfortable before another strap was fastened over
his back to hold him firmly in place. Yet another bar was positioned for the
boy's wrists to be strapped to, arms stretched wide, and from that an
adjustable chin rest was arranged to fit him.
Once
in place the boy was ideally arranged for his beating, arse exposed, cheeks
just slightly parted, his frontal bits dangling free with no obstruction to
inhibit easy access to them, and his body held firmly in place so when he
twisted and writhed as pain bit into him he would come to no unnecessary harm.
SO7
savoured his orange juice, allowing himself to think
of the pleasure that would be involved in turning that pert young arse bright
red or leaving a few dozen delightful cane stripes on it. Punishing boys was an
exquisite pleasure for SO7, and one he rarely allowed himself to indulge in so
that the pleasure did not become dimmed by over use. Leading a boy from grunts
and whimpers, through yells and curses, shrieks and screams to an eventual
pain-induced orgasm was an art form but, SO7 thought, it was doubtful if the
client, especially a client new to punishing, would do more than swipe too hard
and too often, going for the shrieks and screams from the very start as though
that was what punishment was all about.
The
strapped down boy was attractive though – boys of that age were always
attractive as far as SO7 was concerned – and although his beating was bound to
be crude and basic, SO7 was interested enough to settle comfortably to watch
the first few strokes.
The
live stream from Punishment Room 36 switched suddenly from the strapped down
boy to the door, the camera operator an alert, skilled Status Two technician,
realising immediately that this was a punishment of far more than usual
interest. The client who had paid his token for an hour of satisfying his
understandable desire to inflict pain on a boy was not an adult male.
SO7's
interest switched from casual to intense as his screen displayed the life-sized
image of a young teen, his form-fitting red dress showing him to be a Status
Four. Boys from Status One and Two were frequent visitors to the establishment;
their families were wealthy and were often in the habit of giving teenage sons
a token or two each week so they could go for a fuck, but Status Four boys were
very rare.
Realising
that he had something special to show, the camera technician did a slow close
up of the boy and SO7 drew in an appreciative breath as the boy's face filled
his screen. He noted the care with which the Status Four boy had applied his
make-up; that in itself was unusual for such a low-status boy as most of those didn't even use
make-up and those that did normally applied it in a crude and overdone manner,
but this one had made himself look as much like a girl as he could while still
remaining very obviously a boy.
As
the camera zoomed slowly out again SO7 noted that whilst the boy was clearly
wearing a dress and not a tunic, again he had made no attempt to imitate a
girl, no pretence at having breasts and the tightly fitting cloth clearly gave
evidence of boy beneath it.
SO7's
tongue came out and slowly licked his lips; Status Four
the boy may be, but clearly his instincts were far more sophisticated than his
status.
SF697
looked at the strapped down boy on the punishment bench and his already hard
cock stiffened even more and jerked beneath his tight fitting dress. He was still
too young for his cock to leak but his mouth filled with saliva as he stared at
the perfect arse mounds that were his to beat, cream flesh that he would soon
turn bright, burning red.
Instinctively
SF697 swished the leather punishment strap he held in his right hand, his
imagination creating for him the crack of leather on flesh, the squeals and
whimpers, yells and shrieks he would make the strapped down boy produce, the
tears he would make flow and the ultimate pleasure of forcing his solid cock
between pain-filled arse cheeks and deep inside the helpless boy.
The
time clock was now ticking and SF697 felt he could waste no more of the single
hour he had; he had no expectations of being able to get another token to spend
any time soon so he knew he must make the most of the time he now had, but to
the surprise of the watching SO7, he did not start straight in and begin to
beat the boy.
SF697
had no knowledge of the fact that his enjoyment was being live streamed for
others to watch and enjoy, all he did was to live out his fantasies, a wank
dream come to life.
Carefully
he raised the boy's chin rest so instead of looking at the floor, the boy's
head was raised, and when it was, SF697 slowly removed his dress, presenting
his nakedness and very hard cock to the boy's eyes, and to the eyes of SO7 as
well as the camera technician did another slow close up, this time on SF697's
cock.
It
was, SO7 thought, a very nice cock, already well on the way to full adult
length but still with young teen slimness and with the wonderful firmness of
young teen cock, jutting out and upwards at an almost perfect 45 degrees, the
foreskin long enough to keep the head covered yet still permit a tiny glimpse
of the dark pink eye beneath. Cock as SO7 liked cock best,
his long experience of boy possessions telling him it was not yet the cock of a
fifteen.
Unaware
that his boy delight was being appreciated by a very important man SF697 wiped
it slowly over the strapped down boy's uptilted face,
brushing it over his eyes and nose, soft cheeks and dimpled chin, not yet
inviting the boy to suck it, simply relishing that he had a boy to dominate and
enjoy, a boy to use without restraint as he'd so often fantasised about.
Once
he'd satisfied himself that the boy knew what he would later be taking in his
mouth and in his hole, SF697 walked slowly to the rear and contemplated his
first swipe at the so inviting arse.
SF697's
instinct was to hit hard, to make the boy gasp with sudden pain, make his eyes
water and his body jerk and twist as pain bit deep; he could vary the force
later let the boy start to believe he could take the punishment but still have
in his mind the pain of the first blow.
He
raised the leather strap and had a few practice swishes at just air, learning
how to use his wrist to add that bit extra strength to the swipe, and satisfied
that he had his timing right, he took aim and swung hard at the boy's left
buttock.
A swish as the strap cut through air and
then a crack as it landed on bare flesh.
A
loud gasp from the boy as his body writhed and wriggled trying impossibly to
escape the searing pain. Arse muscles clenched and relaxed only to clench again
in the forlorn instinctive hope that by being clenched the pain of the next
stroke would be somehow lessened.
"Oh,
nice," SF697 breathed as he watched the boy's body react to the pain and the
watching SO7 smiled and mentally agreed.
"Gentle
now," SO7 advised the image on his screen, "Not too much too soon. A couple of
soft ones to the other cheek first and then a few not quite so gentle on the
one you started with."
SF697
could not, of course, hear that advice but his actions closely followed it. He
landed three on the boy's right buttock, three quite delicate ones, closely
observing their effect.
Each
produced a gasp from the boy, though not as sudden or as loud as the first but
still sufficient for SF697 to know that stings of pain were involved.
The
left buttock was now showing definite signs of redness from that first hard
blow while the right one was no more than merely pink. Red arse appealed to
SF697 so he hit it again, once more hard and the gasp this time was more of a
stifled cry.
"Nice
variation," SO7 approved, "A few more now and then check how his cock is taking
it."
SF697
was beginning to really enjoy himself, liking the erotic way the boy's strapped
down body writhed and twisted when the leather landed, how the arse clenched
tight with each blow, how, when he landed another hard one on the already
filled with pain bright red left arse cheek the boy's body arched as much as
the straps that held it in place permitted it to arch and the noises now were
no longer gasps but increasing loud cries of pain.
On
impulse SF697 reached a hand beneath the boy for cock. Cock naturally figured
in SF697's wank fantasises but as yet he had only ever felt his own, and now,
as he had one he could feel as much as he wished he did just that.
His
eyebrows arched in surprise when he found he had hard cock to feel; SF607
hadn't imagined that punishment would make a boy go hard, rather he had thought
it would have the opposite effect.
Hard
cock is not something a boy of mid-fourteen can resist and S697 spent several
precious minutes enjoying what he had to feel, confusing the strapped down
boy's mind by giving him pleasant sensations at the front while his rear was in
near agony.
"You
are a natural!" SO7 thought out loud and reached for his phone.
"Nice
cock," SF697 told the boy he was punishing, "Very nice indeed," and he gave the
boy a few wank strokes to show his appreciation before returning to the main
purpose of his visit.
Swish preceded crack followed by "Ahhhhhssss" and "Ooowwwwwwhhhs"
as the boy gave voice his agony, yells that soon turned to shrieks and screams
as SF697 relentlessly wielded the leather strap, the pure notes of screams
becoming gurgled as sobs joined in the chorus.
Tears
were flowing freely now and SF697 remembered the receptionist's advice about
using a crying boy's mouth. A glance at the time clock showed him he still had
half-an-hour left, time enough to find if the receptionist was correct and
still have enough to hit the boy some more before he had his finishing fuck.
The
boy was too busy crying to notice that he had a cock to suck, not responding
when his chin rest was raised. Impatiently SF697 used his cock to slap the boy
round the face, an action that did gain the boy's attention and he opened his
tear streaming eyes, saw cock and dutifully opened his mouth.
SF697
had nothing by which to judge if a blubbering boy sucks better than one who
sucks because he likes sucking as his cock had never been in a mouth before,
but the strapped down, agony filled blubbering boy had been in the
establishment since he was ten and knew perfectly well what to do with a cock
when he had one in his mouth.
SF697
couldn't believe how wonderful the warm wetness, the soft lips and swirling
tongue felt on his never-before-sucked cock as the strapped down, beaten
establishment boy worked him with his very experienced mouth. His balls rolled
around in their smooth sac of their own accord as tongue tip poked inside his
foreskin, teasing piss slit and making him draw deep breaths and gasp with
sheer delight.
Getting
sucked was the most incredible thing that had ever happened to him and early
teenage lust overwhelmed him, making him want to keep his cock in the sucking
mouth until he reached his climax, spurted his hot young spunk there in what
just had to be the best spunking of his teenage life.
The
time clock pinged its first warning and despite his sexual high SF697 still had
enough mind left to realise he could not last for twenty minutes in that
sucking mouth, and with that came the thought that there was more yet he could
do. Wonderful as the idea of spunking in a mouth was, there was somewhere else
he could squirt his load. Twenty minutes gave SF697 enough time to beat the boy
a little more and still have time enough to ram his rampant cock between bright
red burning arse cheeks and have his first fuck, shoot his load right inside a
boy.
Reluctantly
SF697 eased his cock from the boy's mouth, surprised at how erotic air felt on
his saliva wet prick, and positioned himself once
again in front of red, inviting arse.
He
readied himself to swing the leather strap again, inflict more pain, but the
sight of that red, burning arse gave him pause. Certainly more strokes there
would make the boy scream and howl, but would they be too much? Would the boy
still be able to take cock inside him if his arse was too painful, or would it
clamp tight shut at the mere touch of cock?
SF697
knew instinctively that he couldn't last for twenty minutes inside the boy and
he couldn't go back to being sucked for the same reason and he did so want to
hurt the boy some more; the crack of leather on flesh, the writhes and twists
of the boy's body, the gasps and shrieks were such a massive turn-on that SF697
just had to see and hear them again. It might, he knew, be years before he had
another token to spend and he so wanted to squeeze every drip of pleasure from
the one he'd used.
The
boy's arse was not just red, in places purple was appearing as well, but below
his arse the backs of his thighs were still unblemished cream. SF697's
imagination gave a wince of pain at the thought of how much agony a blow from
his leather punishment strap would give if those creamy thigh backs were hit
hard.
The
result surprised even more. The leather strap was flexible and though the main
part landed where it was aimed, just below burning red arse cheek on soft cream
thigh back, the tip curled onwards, flicking dangling balls milliseconds before
it made contact with super-sensitive inner thigh.
The
boy's body went rigid for a second before writhing and thrashing as much as it
could in the restraining straps and the loudest, highest pitched howl yet tore
from the boy's throat.
SF697
was enthralled by what he saw and heard, so much so that he almost orgasmed
there and then; indeed so close did he come to that he did not dare to hit the
boy again in case his spunk was wasted.
Still
too long to last if he fucked now or used the boy's mouth again, so SF697 went
for cock instead. Why not, he thought, wank the boy to spunking before he
fucked him? Cock was easily available and he'd liked how it felt in his hand
earlier and he'd never wanked a boy before, so wank
one now he did.
SF697
was amazed again at how hard the boy was, almost as though being so severely
punished was sexually exciting for him, and SF697 enjoyed the feel of hard boy
cock in his hand, in fact so much did he like the feel of cock he found himself
wishing he could taste it.
SF697
stood back and contemplated the bench that the boy was fastened to, and noticed
that if he got down onto the floor he could wriggle underneath and get at cock
with his mouth, and this he did.
Cock
in hand was something special, but cock in mouth, SF697 realised with
mind-bending clarity, was something that was pure magic.
Greedily
he sucked and slurped on thirteen year old cock, knowing immediately that he
just had to suck cock again and again and when his mouth filled not just with
cock but also with the spunk from that cock, SF697 swallowed with relish.
Scarcely
had SF697 savoured his first taste of spunk when the clock warned him that he
had just ten minutes left, so he wriggled out from under the punishment bench
and went for arse.
Fortunately
the boy had been prepared for fucking before he was fastened to the bench –
that was standard establishment practise unless a client specifically requested
otherwise as he wanted to eat the boy before he fucked him, and obviously lube
would spoil the flavour of boy – so SF697 had a well-lubed hole to enter.
Also
the boy was freshly spunked and in no condition to resist entry and his hole
was experienced in taking cock inside it, so SF697 slid in unopposed right up
to the hilt in one smooth thrust.
Cock
in the warm wetness of mouth was pure magic, but cock in the searing tight heat
of arse was beyond even that and SF697 nearly climaxed at the first feel of a
boy's insides on his cock.
A few seconds to adjust to the wonder and somehow force his
spunk to stay unshot for the moment and SF697 began
to fuck.
He
was not subtle with his fucking, he just fucked.
He
fucked hard and deep and fast and, of course, his cock exploded far too soon,
though perhaps not too soon as the five minute warning rang as his spunk
squirted.
SO7
had watched the entire performance, and when it ended he reached for his phone
again.
"Put
him in a taxi and have him brought straight here," SO7
ordered the receptionist at the establishment.
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