Date: Sun, 1 Apr 2018 03:47:28 -0700 From: Matt And Brad Subject: Part of the Itinerary, chapter 3 This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males under 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Remember, Nifty is a free service. Take a minute to donate to keep us happy and hard. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This series was a request from a friend who thought I'd be able to bring an idea like this to life. I welcomed the challenge and hope you're all along for the ride. Please let me know if you don't get understand what I'm going for, stylistically. Chapter 3 – The Staff, Behind the Scenes Persistent beeping emitted from the two tablets on the table. Leo silenced both devices and noticed a warning message bubble on his screen. The color changed from blue to yellow. "We're being paged." He wasn't talking to the Boy whose throat was lodged around his seven-inch, Latin cock. He was talking to his colleague, currently lapping at the jizz leaking from the Boy's hole. Chris took a break from his snack. "Just a few more minutes," he said, before resuming his ministrations on the pucker In front of him. "We don't have a few more minutes," Leo reminded him. "I didn't even get to the Boy's Bedtime routine." His guilty, disobedient cock started to deflate slightly, but the Boy was undeterred. He existed to pleasure dick, no matter the strength of the engorgement. Chris was a bad influence on him. Leo rarely fucked the Boys at Bedtime, and he hadn't planned on getting in this one either. He knew what their itinerary for the evening consisted of, and he wanted to perform well. How he did tonight could mean a promotion to a new division, and he didn't always want his career at The Resort to only be Bedtime duty. Chris, on the other hand, would live in perpetual Bedtime if he could. He traded shifts constantly to take those duties whenever possible. He loved sloppy seconds (and thirds and fourths), and, while it isn't even remotely necessary to fuck the Boys during Bedtime, every Boy at The Resort has had Chris's load inside him before being Tucked In. This Boy was not going to be an exception, not that he was going to be Tucked In anytime soon. Who knows how long it would be before they were done for the night? Chris stood up behind the Boy and wiped his hand through his neatly trimmed goatee, collecting the cum and spit that accumulated on the dark facial hair. He then stroked that hand along the length of his impressive cock. He might only be five and a half feet high of taut, white, compact muscle, but he was nine inches long. "That's all the lube you're going to use?" Leo asked him. "He doesn't need much from me. Already plenty in there." Chris easily inserted three fingers into the Boy's ass and removed them to show Leo the somewhat opaque liquid on his fingers. "See?" Chris briefly reconsidered the tightness of the hole and the size of his cock. "You might be right." He smeared what he just removed from the Boy's ass along his shaft for extra lubrication, aimed his cock head at the pink target in the center, winked at Leo, and drove home inside the Boy with one thrust. Leo had to put a foot behind him to brace himself against the impact, but the Boy simply gave a little moan around the light brown cock in his mouth. At least Leo thought it was a moan. The Boy wasn't in performance mode so reactions are minimal. "You ready?" Chris asked Leo. "Shouldn't you have asked me that before you impaled the kid?" Chris chuckled. "Not for that. For Orange." "What's Orange?" "What's Orange?! You've been working Bedtime this long and never experienced an Orange kid?" "No." "Well, you are in for a treat, my friend. It won't be long now. Pace yourself. You're going to want to save it for that." "I don't want to cum before we meet the others." Again, Chris laughed. "You might not have a choice." The Boy was slowly being spit roasted by 16 inches of white and brown cock in both ends, when a more aggressive alarm arose from the table, accompanied by an orange hue. Leo only had a millisecond to register the change in color, when the most incredible sensation came over his body. It was as if someone turned the kid's skill level to eleven, which, essentially, they had. The Boy suddenly locked his lips around the base of his shaft with the entire length of Leo's cock submerged in his throat. It felt like the Boy was trying to swallow the flesh bullet from the way his esophagus was working. Plus the vibration...oh, God, the vibration! Never in his life had Leo had a blowjob like this, especially from a pre-teen boy. Based on the "oh, fuck"s emanating from Chris's mouth, it was clear the Boy's ass was working as hard as his throat. The muscles in the Boy's pussy were milking that giant man cock, trying to suck the contents of his scrotum deep into his bowls, and Chris was more than happy to make his contribution. With a final roar, the stocky muscle stud impregnated the fuck boy with five pumps of semen. Leo did not want to cum! Even though his eyes were rolling back with pleasure, he put his hands on the Boy's head and battled to remove his dick from the suctioning mouth. With a loud pop, his cock was his once again, as opposed to the property of the Boy's throat, but he did find himself landing on the floor, not fully prepared for how much effort that was going to take. He was breathing heavy, trying to calm himself down. Chris was breathing heavy, recovering from an intense orgasm. The tablets continued to beep. And the Boy was unaffected. This was business as usual for him. His duty was to be fucked and receive cum, both of which he accomplished. He didn't get Leo's load, but that was not necessarily his directive. Therefore, his task was complete. As soon as Chris removed his softening (but still massive) dick from his hole, the Boy assumed a neutral position, awaiting orders, with now five loads of sperm dribbling down his leg. Neither Leo nor Chris was clear of head enough to give him any further instruction, since they were both panting, trying to get oxygen to their brains. The salt-and-pepper-haired Adonis in a white lab coat that had walked in for the crescendo of the Orange was, however, in control of his faculties...and language. "What the fuck, boys?" Dr. Marc Erickson admonished his subordinates as he sauntered across the room to silence the dueling alarms. "Not only are you obstructing the flow of operations, but don't we all have somewhere to be in fifteen minutes?" "Yes, sir." At least, Chris and Leo were able to properly respond to their boss's question. A wave of his tablet above Leo's allowed Erickson to override the commands and take control of the situation. "You aren't even on Bedtime duty, Aldinger. Did you have to come down here early, distract Diaz, and make a mess?" Erickson gestured at the river of cum running down the Boy's leg. "I didn't do all of that." Erickson reached out and ran his hand along Chris's shaft, which was dangling a still impressive six inches from his V-lined crotch. Erickson brought his hand to his mouth and sampled what came from Chris's cock, then ran his fingers through the liquid on the Boy's leg and tasted it as well. "Tastes the same to me," he declared. "Well, yeah, I contributed to it," Chris admitted, "but that wasn't all me." "In any event, Aldinger, this better not impede your performance tonight. You know...your actual assignment for the evening." "I'm good to go again right now," boasted the five-foot-sex fiend. Turning to Leo, Erickson said, "What about you, Diaz? Is some of that yours?" "No, sir. I was trying not to blow my wad too early." This actually made Erickson pause. "You didn't cum in an Orange?" "His first Orange," Chris chimed in. Erickson threw a towel at Chris and sarcastically snapped, "Start cleaning the mess you contributed to up." More calmly, Erickson put his hand on Leo's shoulder. "Look, kid, I admire your work ethic, and I know you wanted to be prepared for tonight, despite this delinquent tempting you. But sometimes, you gotta lighten up. Orange Boys don't happen often, especially not for you, since you are quite efficient. When you find yourself in one, do what feels good." "I'll remember that for next time, sir. But what the hell was that?" Erickson explained, "When the Boys are running behind schedule because we've over-booked them or what have you, we installed a failsafe. It basically increases the intensity of the sex and usually speeds up the process." "It's brilliant," Leo admitted. "Thank you," Erickson said. "I'm quite proud of that little design addition I threw in. It helps in cases like this, too. Because our little friend here is also needed when we are and hadn't been scanned as completed for Bedtime, we needed to speed it along. I should have sent it to Orange sooner once we tracked him down here and not to a guest room. Or I could have had his sphincter pinch your dick off, Aldinger." "Please don't do that. I love my dick." A dick that was once again fully hard from touching the Boy, despite the threat to its life. "Maybe too much. Lucky for you, we need it fully intact tonight, so stop thinking with it and speed up. We need to clean the Boy up a little at least and join the others." The full Bedtime procedure takes anywhere from 30 to 60 minutes and involves flushing, restoration, and sometimes full part replacement, but this was a quick five minute clean-up process that all three staff members would have been fired for if the Boy was being sent to get Tucked In. As punishment for almost making them late, Chris and Leo were going to be sent back to do a more thorough job afterwards, with no overtime. The supervisor, two techs, and the Boy walked into SB-126 just before their session was to commence. Even though Chris and Leo had gotten their own Itinerary as to what tonight was about, not to mention both having put in some time at The Resort to know how things worked, they still were under prepared to walk into a room and have 29 naked Boys standing in front of them, in four rows of six and one row of five. Since each and every one of them had been created as someone's ideal, it was a stunning display of beauty. The tableau was completed by the late Boy joining the incomplete row. Chairs had been set up to face the Boys. A couple other Bedtime techs, Darius Sloane and Andrew Martin, were already seated. Leo and Chris had been paired with both of them at one time or another. Leo thought they were both almost as efficient workers as he – the operative word being almost because, unlike him, they were more likely to indulge in sex with the Boys, which was precisely why Chris liked working with them. As a matter of fact, Chris introduced Darius to an Orange Boy as well, recalling vividly how that dude's ebony skin contrasted mightily with his eyes rolling back in intense orgasm and how his six pac contracted to eight. His best memory of Andrew did not involve a Boy at all, but rather it was the first time Chris fucked that white, Australian, muscle twink ass. Being 27, Andrew wasn't the type Chris would normally go for, especially surrounded by little Boys for hours at a time, but Andrew had the perfect, blemish-free face of a 16-year-old, which was a plus, not to mention the smooth body and ass of a buff Olympic swimmer that Chris loved. Andrew was equally impressed with the shorter, buff, hairy chested fireplug he worked with having the same nine inches as him and wanted to take it for a ride - two rides, actually, and Chris had to admit it was nice to fuck a hole that reacts naturally every once in a while, rather than one programmed for pleasure. The man standing between the Boys and the chairs, leading this special Itinerary, was Simon Rogers, Vice President of Hospitality. The thirty-year-old became the youngest executive at The Resort last year, when the Board realized it was his contacts from past days as an escort and go-go boy in Hollywood that added almost $3 million to the yearly profits. Over his four year employment, he expanded the client list of The Resort by 35%, mainly studio executives, agents, actors, and directors, including one big-budget superhero director that almost everyone in and out of Hollywood knows like young boys. In The Resort hierarchy, Rogers technically ranks higher than Dr. Erickson and would be considered his boss if they worked in the same division, but Technology and Hospitality are treated as separate entities, so there would be no cause to call rank. Besides, at 46, Dr. Erickson has 16 years on the young executive, which Rogers is more than happy to let Erickson remind him when the VP subs out for the daddy scientist on a regular basis in the lush staff quarters. The same discretion and care was taken into account for the staff as well as the guests, or else the subordinates working in Hospitality wouldn't be able to take Rogers seriously if they knew what submissive language flowed from his mouth when he's strapped to any number of mechanisms in Erickson's playroom, impaled on ten inches of cock. As Leo and Chris took their seats and Dr. Erickson took his place next to the VP, Simon was going to make a comment on the three cutting it close to start time, but the pronounced bulge in the daddy's trousers and cocky smirk on his face made Simon bite his tongue. Instead, he turned to the four and began. "Next week, we have one of the biggest accounts coming to The Resort for five days and four nights. I have arranged a detailed, extravagant Itinerary for them, and we want to make sure ensure everything goes according to plan. The exact amount coming in is not relevant to you, but the Board would like to use the money to make improvements to The Resort as a whole, and we are trying to avoid spending on custom Boys when, as you can see," he gestured to the rows of Boys behind him, "we already have so many." Erickson took over. "And this is only Division 8. In the guests' Itinerary notes, they have requested `Blowjob' for their Wake-Up Call, and in the upgrades they selected this age group, as well as `Daily', `Dual', `Twin', `Revolving', and `Resort Choice'. Our job now is to select the eight Boys who will be their morning service." "First," Dr. Erickson continued, "we have to choose the Boys purely superficially. No race modifier was selected, so that's why all the D8 Boys are here. However, the guests want twins, so we have to pick pairs of Boys that look like each other. The system partnered them according to their structure. We are going to walk through and do a human eye evaluation as well. But before we do that, I need to make a few final adjustments to help take some of the guess-work out of it." Erickson faced the Boys and made some swipes and taps on his tablet. Minor changes started happening before their eyes, as hair color and skin pigmentation was altered to match the Boy directly to their side. Simon resumed. "As you walk through, take your tablets and rate the pairs on a scale of one to ten. You're not judging in relationship to other pairs, but rather just how good the Boys look together as believable twins." The Bedtime crew had been around these Boys for months, handling them and fucking them, but they were amazed that the slightest alteration to eye, hair, and skin color made some of the Boys look completely different, as if Erickson manufactured 15 more Boys in ten seconds with the stroke of his fingers. It was exciting for them to be a part of this evaluation, and they took it very seriously, as they rated a smorgasbord of eight-year-old white, brown, black, Asian and Indian Boys. When all the Boys had been judged, Erickson scrambled them up, just to be thorough, and let the computer pair them with their secondary match, which not all had, so the ones the system couldn't pair stood on the side against the wall. After the system tabulated the scores, 16 Boys were still in pairs, six remained off to the side of the room, and the rest were sent to get Tucked In. "The next phase in narrowing down the Boys," Rogers said, as the four sat, "is getting them in action. You have been chosen to help us as a reward for good work here, and now comes your bonus." "Nice!" Chris whispered, loudly. "Don't get to full of yourself, Aldinger," Simon chided. "You were mostly chosen for your dick size." "I'll take it!" "That was a factor for all of you, actually," Erickson cut in. "The couple joining us at The Resort measure nine and seven inches, and according to your employee profiles, you do as well. So let's get comfortable and get to it." Four of the six Boys not in contention for the guests approached the techs and helped them remove their clothes. Man and Boy opening buttons and removing articles of clothing was an erotic sight, and both execs were definitely affected by it. Simon sidled up next to Erickson and discreetly started stroking the length of daddy dick through his slacks. Erickson grabbed the VP by the hair and yanked his head back. He growled into his ear, "Do you need my cock, boy?" "Yes, sir!" Simon whispered in response. "My hole is so hungry for dick!" "Your what is?" "Sorry, sir! My pussy, sir!" "Better, boy. We just have to get through this and then I'll make sure your hole is cunted all night." "Thank you, sir!" A wet spot was forming on Simon's trousers, which only got bigger looking at the four hung, naked techs in front of him, their clothes now in the hands of the four Boys who helped them undress. Between the 32 inches of cock before him and the ten inches of daddy cock he just had in his hand, Rogers was getting more turned on by the men in the room than the Boys. Simon directed Andrew and Leo to sit on one end, with Chris and Darius on the other, so a nine was paired with a seven. The two Boys not holding the clothes were standing off to the side, holding the techs' tablets. Erickson laid out how this next round was going to go. "We are now going to test how well the Boys look and feel while they're in action. We'll start with four pairs per side, 30 seconds per Boy, the Boys will switch then go for another 30 seconds. When they're done with you, they'll go to the back of the next line and we'll keep going until you've tried all mouths. Between pairs, we'll give you a minute to catch your breath and rate the twins. Same as before, rate the Boys on believability as twins, but also how they look working your cock next to the other dick. I'll stand behind Martin and Diaz, Rogers will be behind Aldinger and Sloane, and we'll be objective third parties." "And if we cum?" Chris asked. Erickson rolled his eyes. "Can you not?" Chris smiled and shrugged. "Can you can hold off until all the Boys are done?" Chris once again smiled and shrugged. "Can you recover in the one minute breath time?" "Yeah, probably," Chris beamed. "Well," Erickson gave in, "then I guess you cum." Chris seemed satisfied and settled in for his task. "Let's begin." Erickson pressed a command on his tablet and the simulation began. Two sets of Boys stepped up to two sets of techs – Chris and Darius had a pair of gingers, freckle-faced and green-eyed, while Leo and Andrew had a pair of caramel colored Boys with close-cropped hair. All four Boys immediately got to work on the dicks in front of them, bobbing their heads and expertly taking the lengths of flesh in their mouths and down throats. Four small mouths on four large cocks, almost in sync, but maybe too in sync. "I'm sorry, sir," Leo interrupted. "Can we stop?" A quick screen swipe from Erickson and the Boys released the dicks and went back to neutral. "Something wrong, Diaz?" the technician inquired. "Not exactly, sir. But were the Boys in performance mode?" "Basic level. Why?" "Well, before we get too into it, I feel like they should be higher, so we get an accurate representation of what the guests might be receiving. This felt great, but there was something lacking, like there were going through expert motions instead of genuinely loving to suck dick." "I see what you're saying. I'll make the adjustment." Andrew decided to take the opportunity to chime in. "And, begging your pardon, sir – along the same lines, they were almost too adept." "How so?" Erickson genuinely wanted to know. "Well, I have a lot of dick, sir, and that Boy swallowed it with no problem. I know that's what he's meant for, but I like a little struggle, a little effort—" "Same," Chris called out, not that anyone asked him "—and I think it would be expected of an eight-year-old." Erickson nodded. "Okay, boys. Good notes." A few taps and swipes later, the same four Boys had the same four cocks in their mouths again, and it was drastically different. The Boys were now varying their technique, changing up motions, making eye contact, using their hands... it was the best fantasy come to life. And it was only the first round. They had eight more and fifteen mouths to go. The Boys were all synchronized on the same timer, and the rotation was efficient. They cycled through blonde, brunette, Asian, ginger, Latino, and black Boys with a speed and enjoyment that would make so many perverts jealous. The Boys had no sense of competition or ranking so their performance was not based on what they saw others doing. It was just in their programming and they performed as they should. It was glorious. Simon was trying to be professional, making notes and rating the Boys, but he was getting worked up looking down at Chris and Darius getting serviced. His mouth was watering, his cock was leaking, and if he had an actual pussy, his panties would be wet. At round three, he couldn't keep his hands to himself anymore and started playing with Chris's hair. During round four, his hand wandered down along Darius's glistening, chocolate stomach. Round five, Simon crouched down and got to the same head height as the techs. While caught up in the lust of an angelic faced Indian Boy throating his dark cock, Darius turned toward his boss and mashed lips with the VP. Simon's hand was on Chris's meaty pec at the time, and the kiss made him squeeze the muscle harder, pushing Chris to the edge and his cum shot into his cocksucker's hungry mouth. Chris's orgasm was loud and didn't go unnoticed by the other three, who were struggling on their own but still keeping it professional. "You're already on extended Bedtime duty, Aldinger," Erickson reminded him, "so it's your mess." Chris gave his superior a thumbs up and, true to his word, was able to achieve and maintain and erection for the next three rounds. He also had the extra stimulation of Darius hand on his thigh and Simon playing with his pecs and nipples. Andrew was the only other tech to cum, but he made it to the last Boy. He was white-knuckling his chair for a while and managed to breathe through many close calls. Five seconds into the sixteenth Boy, he couldn't hold back any longer, firing a large load from his nine inch dick into the belly of a blonde cherub who looked like his little brother, back when they used to play naughty games in their bedroom in Melbourne. "I'm sorry, sir," he apologized to his superior standing over him. Erickson laughed. "No need, son. I talk a good game, but you lasted longer than I would have in your situation." After the final group, the Boys that received the highest total stood before them – a sexy and diverse line-up that would make any guest happy four mornings in a row. They were then sent to finalize their Bedtime routines, which Chris and Leo would be seeing to soon. The executives thanked the techs and released them for the night, but Erickson called Andrew and Leo over for a word. "I wanted to say I appreciated your input tonight. I know you both take great care in your current positions, but you both might have a future in the Performance division. Is that something you'd be interested in?" "Yes, sir," they both replied. "Alright. I'll pass your names along. Good work tonight." Their attention was caught by seeing Simon riding Chris's dick while Darius stood on a chair, feeding the Vice President his cock. "Oh, fuck, that's hot," Andrew said, taking in the show of the former twink VP, still wearing his button down, tie, sport coat, and black socks, riding his colleague's thick, nine-inch cock – a cock that has made its home in his own ass a few times. Andrew felt his boss step up close and whisper in his ear. "I especially liked what you said earlier. I, too, like a little struggle, and a little effort." The Aussie spun around, smiled his boyish smile at the salt and pepper daddy, and dropped to his knees. When he opened his superior's pants, he got smacked in the face with ten dripping inches and got right to work. Andrew liked to think of himself an expert cocksucker, but he was definitely going to have to put in the effort. Leo didn't know which way to look. He wanted to stay professional, but his cock was achingly hard and dripping. He felt Erickson grab him by the back of the head and pull him in close. "What did I tell you before, son?" his boss asked. "You gotta lighten up." Then Erickson's mouth was on his and his tongue was fighting to get in. Leo relaxed even more when Andrew grabbed his cock and started stroking. Erickson had one hand on Leo's ass and another forcing Andrew's head further down on his cock. Next to them, Chris stood up with Simon still impaled on his dick and managed to slowly guide them onto the floor. Chris took a few more thrusts into Simon in missionary but pulled out as Darius got down off the chair and repositioned himself. Chris came around to sit his beefy ass down on Simon's face and pulled the exec's legs back to give the black stud access to the stretched, puffy hole he was just fucking. Darius sank right into his boss, who moaned loudly into Chris's ass. The daddy fucked the Aussie's face for a few minutes then pulled Andrew's mouth off his massive cock with a pop and directed him to Leo's. Keeping his hand in Andrew's hair, he used his other arm to lift him off his knees into a standing yet bent over position. He then fed his fingers to Leo, who sucked on and moistened the three digits in his mouth. Satisfied that the little Latin stud got his fingers wet enough, Erickson opened Andrew's ass and began exploring his hole. Leo felt Andrew's moan vibrate against his cock, as his ass got looser around Erickson's fingers. Erickson watched Darius and Chris flip his fuck buddy over onto his hands and knees, and just as that black cock sunk back into Simon, Erickson slipped his dick into the Aussie. Andrew popped the brown cock out of his mouth so he could suck air in one end as his ass sucked the ten inches in the other end. 17 inches was the maximum that's ever been in his body at once, but the swimmer felt so good being stuffed. His cock that had only shot minutes ago was now engorged and leaking precum like crazy. Chris wasn't moving his hips to fuck Simon's face. He just held his dick about five inches in, and every time Darius banged that smooth ass, more of Chris's meat cut off Simon's air supply. Rogers took the pounding until Darius roared that he was cumming. He finally emptied his balls into Simon's hole and collapsed back against the chairs. Leo was enjoying slamming his balls against Andrew's chin, but he wanted one more thing to end his night. He caught eyes with Dr. Erickson and winked at him. Before Chris had a chance to dislodge his cock from Simon's throat, Leo swiftly moved from Andrew's mouth to Simon's ass. Chris's eyes widened in surprise, and he gave Leo an impressed smile. He couldn't believe this was the same cautious dude almost reluctantly fucking an Orange Boy about an hour ago, and he offered his Latin a buddy a fist bump out of respect. Regardless of how smooth his move was, Leo didn't last very long in that cum-lined hole. Between the Bedtime with Chris and the Boys and now balls deep in his boss, he'd been sexually active for almost an hour and he needed release, which he got in the form of coating Simon's tunnel with more cum. This time, Chris didn't wait. He practically pushed Leo out of the way to get in that ass again, now with two warm loads in it, like the Orange Boy earlier. "Fuck me with that giant cock." Those words came from both Andrew and Simon's mouths almost simultaneously, as both were getting their holes worked good by thick, white cock. Both of those dicks were rapidly approaching orgasm as well. Andrew might be used to taking giant cock, but his ass remained tight and able to bring Erickson to the brink. He loved how the velvety hole squeezed his dick, and he needed to put his seed there. Chris thought he'd last longer, seeing as how it was his third load, but, as mentioned, he loved sloppy thirds and using a whore, so he was ready to blow. He grabbed Simon's tie and starting using it like reins on a horse, just as Erickson put his hands on Andrew's shoulders and started pulling him back harder on his cock. Chris and Dr. Erickson raced each other to orgasm, fucking their bottoms like jockeys riding thoroughbreds, and they both crossed the finish line at the same time, adding thick ropes of cum into two hungry asses. Slowly sliding Erickson's sensitive cock out of his ass, Andrew sank down to the floor and asked Simon, "Are you done, mate?" With a sore ass and a heart of a slut, the VP responded, "No." Trying to sound like he was still the senior person in the room, he added, "And I'm not your mate." "You're right," Andrew slyly conceded as he positioned himself behind Simon. "But right now, you're my bitch." And with that, nine thick inches of Aussie cock filled his ass and emptied Simon's lungs of air and his balls of cum. That was just the amount of dominance his smart mouth needed at that moment to cause him to orgasm all over floor and spatter cum on his clothes. Simon barely breathed as Andrew pummeled his ass. If Andrew hadn't just been getting his own prostate hammered for twenty minutes, Simon could have been in for a lengthy ride, but as it was, Andrew just needed to get off. This ass that had just taken three dicks in the time was showing a surprising amount of grip, and his colleagues' cum he was churning inside was adding that extra fine feeling. When the tingling worked its way from his balls to his cock, he went with it and added his own seed to that sloppy, used ass. And their Itinerary for the night was over. A productive night in SB-126. Leo and Chris went back to finish Bedtime on the Boys that made it through selection, which thankfully included the Boy they began their night with. Darius and Andrew accompanied Dr. Erickson and Simon back to the staff residences, but parted ways in a different sector. Before separating, Erickson said to Andrew, "I hope Performance likes you as much as I liked your performance this evening." "That was a cheesy double entendre, sir, but same to you." Simon rolled his eyes, and when it was just the two of them, he snarkily asked, "Did you get your fill this evening?" "Did YOU?" was the daddy's retort. "I told you I was going to cunt your hole but you couldn't wait, could you, you little slut?" Simon whimpered. "What if I said I wasn't done, sir?" "I would say that's what I expected of you, boy, and I planned accordingly." "Oh, you did?" "Yeah. One more item on your Itinerary, that could benefit our clients'." Simon looked confused. Erickson taunted him a little. "Did Mr. Hospitality forget what else our clients asked for during their stay?" "The selected the Houseboy upgrade..." "They did." Still confused, Rogers said, "But they weren't as specific with what they wanted from that feature. It doesn't have to be as specific." "Does that mean you don't want to make sure everything is perfect for them?" By now, they were at Erickson's door, and he unlocked it to let them inside. Waiting for them in his quarters were twelve members of D16. Twenty Boys total are in this division, and, when they aren't being used in an Itinerary or for fun, The Resort utilizes them for other duties like lifeguarding, food service, and bell hop, which is why only a portion were available for tonight's special audition. D16 is always fun because it offers such a wide range in type, and there was quite a display in Erickson's living room. Everything from the buff, freckled, ginger football jock; to the ripped, black nerd with the glasses and absurdly large penis; to the Asian gymnast; to the tall, blonde dancer; to the lithe Indian swimmer. "Since I just dumped my load in Andrew, these Boys can keep you entertained while I recharge." "But the Houseboy feature is a bottom." "Good thing I'm in charge of Programming and Technology, because tonight, none of them are interested in bottoming. What do you think?" For the second time today, in a room full of naked Boys, Simon Rogers found himself drooling. "I think I'm not getting any sleep tonight." "Well, you are in a room full of potential Houseboys. They'll make sure you're showered, clothed and caffeinated before work." And then it was time. "Let's begin." The words were out of Erickson's mouth, and the Boys were on Simon. He was held aloft, so his shoes and socks could be removed. When he was set down, the rest of his clothes were, literally, ripped from his body. He was now naked and hard in the center of the room, dripping his own cum from his cock and four loads of cum from his ass. While Simon was being stripped, Erickson opened a door and walked inside his private room - his sex dungeon, a room that Simon had been spanked, stretched, strung up, and swinging in many times before and will be tonight. Simon was lead into this room by a dozen, naked sixteen-year-olds and stopped in front of Erickson. "I think tonight, you should start with Marcus." A naturally-fit, smooth Boy separated from the group and stood next to Erickson. Marcus usually finds himself in reception as a greeter or at bell services, helping with bags. "Look at him, Rogers. Why would I pick him first?" "Because he's beautiful." Marcus's expression remained beautiful yet unchanged with the compliment. Erickson, however, smiled. "He is, yes. But look at him. What do you notice?" Rogers looked at Marcus's features – his nose, his slight dimpled cheeks, the shape of his eyes , his jaw... There was something so very familiar about him, and he could almost feel the realization of it creep up his spine. Yes, he'd seen Marcus around The Resort many times, as if the Boy was an ambassador, but there was something else. It dawned on him like a jolt to the brain! Simon's eyes flicked back to Erickson, whose face was at the exact same height as Marcus. "He's you." Now, Marcus smiled, mirroring Erickson's own smile, down to twin sets of teeth. "He was. Effortless body, blemish free skin, barely shaving, practically no body hair-" he grabbed Marcus's now erect cock, which was understandably grabbing Simon's attention, "-a confidence that comes from having eight inches of dick before you can drive and watching it still grow. I thought I was the shit in high school, and I was. I was the alpha of high school, then college, then my career and life. I wanted to have that carry on with Marcus. You see how he walks around here like he belongs everywhere and knows everything, because in a way, he does. It's in his programming to be the boss, just like it's in my DNA. Some of us are born with it. I was, and I made sure Marcus was too. That's why you can't help serving me like a faggot, just like you're sucking Marcus right now." And he was. It was as if Erickson's words hypnotized Simon, and even before he was told to, as if he was compelled to, Rogers was down on his knees, sucking the young cock in front of him. It wasn't Erickson – it wasn't even real – and yet it was, and Simon wanted to please it, needed to. "That's it, boy," Marcus and Dr. Marc Erickson said in unison. "Suck my dick like a good faggot. You had a workout already, but that was just your warm-up. We're just getting started."