Date: Tue, 13 May 2014 17:44:11 -0400 From: Eff Del Subject: Flights of Angels-Chapter 12 Flights of Angels-Chapter 12 By Eff Del There are times in all of our lives when we are faced with obligations and responsibilities that we would rather not have to undertake. It is always easier and more often than not far more pleasant to defer such actions or avoid them completely. To do so however, is to fly in the face of that very nature that makes us human, Doing something that we don't want to do but know that we should is the very definition of character. I closed the brown cover on the manuscript and placed it upon the ancient wooden surface of my desk. Tapping my index finger in an irregular rhythm against the heavy crystal tumbler I held in my other hand, I reflected upon the diabolical genius that was the NEST's methodology for preparing a boy physically and mentally to give himself willingly into prostitution. The concept of `Lead-Senior' and `Follow-Boy' was so cruelly brilliant that it was almost stunning. First, introduce a very young boy and a pre- adolescent to each other and create between them a relationship of trust, pride and affection. In deference to this strong relationship, the older boy would gamely enter into the mysterious period of sexual training if for no other reason than to make his younger acolyte proud. Then, of course, when it became the younger boy's turn to sacrifice his young body, he would be introduced to the ultimate act of submission by his older mentor; the person he trusted and respected most in all of his small carefully controlled world. It was an unbroken six year turning of the wheel; the carefully crafted cycle from child to catamite. It was perfect, smooth and sublimely evil. I refilled my glass without bothering to freshen the ice, opened the brown covered document, and began reading where I'd left off. *************************************************************************** Man! I hadn't seen Tip in almost a year because he was now one of the very old ones and was busy going out on long contracts and of course, getting ready to graduate from the NEST and go out into the normal world. He'd gotten bigger. Not just taller but...I don't know...BIGGER...like he had more muscles and stuff. He was eighteen years old now and he looked more like a man than anything else. I mean, he was still Tip of course but he didn't look much like a kid anymore. I was sure glad to see him and so glad that my first time was going to be him. He was smiling like Tip always smiled and he took the wine glass from my hand and walked over to the little table. He poured more wine in it and he also poured a glass for himself. He came back over and handed me my glass and took a drink from his before he said; "Stand up Rufus and take off your robe. I haven't had a good look at you in a long time." I did what he told me to do. I got up and sort of fumbled with the robe I had on because it was big and floppy on me. I kind of shrugged it off and it dropped to the floor. Tip smiled at that and said; "I'll teach you how to do that better...sexier...later." He kind of made a little motion with his hand and I figured out that he wanted me to turn around so I did. It was kind of funny doing that because...well sure I'd been naked in front of him before; lots of times... but, this felt different to me. I did it though and he smiled again. "My little Follow-Boy is growing up to be a beautiful young man Rufus" he said. "You were always gorgeous but as you're getting bigger, you're getting better looking than ever." He put an arm around me and pulled me close to him. "You know Rufus...we've never really kissed each other have we?" I started to say that I didn't think we had but before I could speak, he bend his head down and pressed his lips against mine and slowly his tongue was inside my mouth. Of course they'd taught us about kissing and how to do it and stuff but...kissing Tip was different. It was wonderful. I didn't want it to stop. Finally though, Tip brought me over to the bed and told me to lie down. While I did that, he got undressed. I'd seen him get undressed a million times before but this time he did it different...like slowly and taking time almost like his clothes didn't want to come off or something. I couldn't take my eyes off him and my cock got harder than it was from all the kissing we'd done. Tip lay down next to me and pretty soon we were kissing again and we were running our hands all over each other very sexy like...he and me hadn't ever done that with each other before but I was liking it so much now, that I was wishing we'd done it a long time ago. After a while, Tip reached over to the side table and took a tube that I recognized as lube. "Ok now my little Jack...my lovely Rufus, let's get ready. Pull your knees up." I was lying on my back and I did like he told me. I pulled my knees up towards my chest and I held them there. Tip covered his fingers with a big blob of the lube and I felt him move against my asshole. He said something to me but he spoke so softly I didn't understand what he was saying. At first the lube felt really cold but his fingers were kind of warm and soon he was rubbing against my hole softly. I realized that he was pushing against me with one of his fingers and my asshole closed tight kind of automatically. "Relax Jack" he kind of whispered to me. "I'm just trying to get you good and lubed up...relax that little asshole muscle." I tried to do what he told me to but it was funny; this sure wasn't the first time I'd had something pressing against my asshole and this sure wouldn't be the first time a finger or anything had been up inside me but I guess that knowing that I was soon going to be fucking made me nervous or tense or something and I just couldn't loosen up. Finally, between all the lube and his hard pushing, his finger got through and into me. I was surprised because it hurt a little bit and it had been a long time before anything had hurt going in there. Tip was saying quiet things into my ear as he worked more lube all around my asshole and inside me and soon he got two fingers up inside me and was moving them around. "You've got to relax now Rufus. I don't want this to hurt you. Can you try to relax for me?" I think I just nodded my head. I don't think I said anything. I remember I was swallowing hard as he kneeled between my legs. I know I didn't want to look for some reason so I closed my eyes and spread my arms out over the bed sheet. I was thinking to myself that his cock was much bigger than I remembered it ever being and it sure looked a lot bigger than anything I'd ever had up inside me. I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my hole and he was pushing it hard against me. He kept telling me to relax and the more he said that, it seems like the tighter my asshole tried to close up. Finally though, I felt a sharp almost ripping pain and a fullness as I realized he'd passed my muscle and was at least partly inside me. It really hurt a lot and if it had been anybody but Tip doing it to me, I think I would have yelled and screamed but I didn't want to upset Tip or make him think I was some kind of baby that couldn't take it so when he whispered; "OK Rufus?" I just nodded my head yes...though really it wasn't OK and I wanted to cry. I could feel him slowly slide all the way into me. His cock was hot...almost hot enough to burn me. That was a surprise because nothing I'd ever had up inside me before felt hot like that. I felt full and stretched and that part actually didn't feel so bad. It was my asshole muscle that hurt and it hurt really bad. Pretty soon, I realized that his cock was slowly sliding in and out as he moved his hips. "I'm fucking you Rufus." He sort of gasped and I kind of gulped and said; "Uh Huh." He began to move in me with long slow strokes and as his cock rubbed against my asshole muscle, the pain tore through me like fire. It was a fierce burning and I felt like I was tearing and stretching. Tip began moving in and out faster and his breathing got fast and heavy. I didn't know what was happening then, but of course now I know that he was past the point where he could control himself and all he was thinking about was cuming. Suddenly he pushed hard into me and kinda froze. He was making noises...not words, just noises as he pressed into me making little spasm motions. I didn't feel anything come out but I know he was shooting his load into me. After a few seconds he kind of collapsed on top of me and lay there kissing my cheeks and saying all sorts of stupid things I couldn't understand because I was underneath him crying like a baby. Tip stayed with me for a whole week. He never got dressed the whole time but he had me put my clothes on a lot of times so he could teach me how to take them off sexy style...what he called a `fancy strip'. After about the fifth time, he was on the bed laughing and clapping and told me I'd got better at it than he was. They delivered all of our meals to us in that room...and they were really great. Every single one was special and delicious. Tip said that a boy going out on contract had to get used to eating fancy food because some of the clients liked having special dinners with their NEST boys. We fucked four to five times a day and Tip was always smearing a special medicine cream on my asshole to make it feel better. By Wednesday, I guess I'd gotten used to it because Tip could do me without my wanting to cry but it never got so that it felt good like it did being rimmed or having your magic button massaged by some other guy's finger. Tip told me it was because I just wasn't relaxing enough and he guessed I'd learn to do that in time. I remember that on Thursday, he got the idea that I should drink a lot of wine to help me really relax but I only wound up getting really woozy...I guess I got drunk because I threw up and I felt really crappy the next morning. All week we fucked and we tried all kinds of different positions. I was really surprised. I'm not sure I would have thought of some of them all on my own. Some positions were funny and some actually felt better than others when I was getting fucked. Tip said it was important to know how to take it in every position because you never knew what the client would want and that we were supposed to ask the client how he wanted us... if the client hadn't said so first. As we were eating dinner on Sunday, I knew that something was about to happen but I wasn't sure what. Tip looked at me across the table and he had the strangest expression. Finally, he got up from his chair and walked around behind me and kinda wrapped his arms around my neck in a hug. "This is our last night together Rufus". He said softly. "In the morning I'll be leaving and you'll continue your training. This has been very special for me. Being your Lead-Senior was the most important thing that's happened to me so far in my life. You're a wonderful person and I'll carry you in my heart forever. Come to bed with me now please." He led me to the bed and we fucked. It was the longest fuck we'd had and by the end it was almost feeling good for me. Tip held me tight in his arms and I fell asleep that way. Early the next morning before they even delivered breakfast, we showered and dressed. With his arm around me, we walked to the door. He kissed me on the lips kind of soft and gentle and said; "I love you Jack. You don't really know about that word yet but you will someday and when you do, remember what I just told you." I wasn't sure what he was telling me but I knew that he hardly ever called me Jack so something was going on. I was feeling like I should say something to him but he turned and walked out the door. I've never seen him since then. If I'd known I wouldn't ever see him again... boy...I sure would have told him how important he was to me and other stuff like that. Every time I think about him, I realize how much he meant to me and how much I miss him. Proctor Nick himself brought me breakfast a little later. We ate together and talked about everything that had happened the past week. When we'd finished, he told me he was going to take me upstairs so that the doctors could check me out and then I was to go back to the dorms and take a couple of days off from training. I asked him why I needed to see the doctors and he told me that anytime a boy had been fucked over any period of time they wanted the doctors to see us and make sure no damage was done. Also, he told me that I would see the doctor every time I returned from a contract to make sure I was OK and hadn't been hurt and that I hadn't caught anything. I didn't know what he meant by that, but I guess they were afraid we might catch a cold or something from the Clients when we were out. He also told me that after every real contract, I'd also be talking to a couple of special Proctors that would be asking me stuff about how thing went and things like that. Anyhow, two Doctors kinda looked me over and paid special attention to my ass for about a half an hour before they told Proctor Nick I was OK to go. He walked me to the main door of the building and reminded me I was supposed to take a couple of days off. "I'm sure your Follow-Boy would like to see you and we'd like you to rest yourself...especially your butt for a couple of days. I'll meet you back in this room on Wednesday." He smiled and kind of patted me on the shoulder and then we both walked out. He was right. Tadpole...err; Sean was really glad to see me and even though he knew I couldn't answer most of his questions, he asked them anyhow. Seemed to me I remembered doing the same thing to Tip what seemed like a long time ago. My two days off were fun. Sean and I horsed around all over the quad and in the pool. One afternoon he asked me to show him how to do some soccer stuff out on the pitch but I knew he was just using that as an excuse for us to be together because he sure didn't need me to teach him anything about soccer or swimming. Wednesday morning I returned to the room in the training building expecting that I was going to be fucked by somebody but instead, there was no one there but Proctor Nick and he told me we would be spending the rest of the week learning about behavior with Clients. It was a pretty intense few days I'll tell you. I learned how to react to clients questions and unspoken requests, how to answer questions in the proper manner and anticipate the client. Proctor Vic was like an actor or something because he could like pretend to be completely different guys and he did it so good that it was almost confusing. By the weekend though, I realized that I had learned a lot about how to act around different kinds of clients and how to keep what Proctor Vic called `professional' at all times. Proctor Nick told me to take the weekend off and that starting Monday I would be practicing being with clients; different ones every time. On Saturday, Tadpole had a swimming Meet at one of the Norman schools. I got to go watch and man!...did that kid tear up the pool! I think he won every race he swam in that day. He's like some kind of monster in the water that little guy is I'll tell ya. Monday morning, I met Proctor Nick in the lobby of the training building and as we walked to the elevator he explained; "From now on Jack, you will be spending time with one of the eighteen year old boys but they will be playing the part of a Client. They've all had plenty of experience going out on contracts for the past three years and they will treat you just as actual Clients have treated them in the past. I realize that you probably know some of these older boys but from now on, you are to act and react exactly as if they were clients. We'll be watching you and evaluating you and you won't be allowed out on real contracts until we decide you're ready. Do you understand?" I told him that I did and he smiled and patted me on the shoulder. "Good Jack. From this point on then we'll be acting as if you were going out on a real contract. Your Client today is `Mr. Purple' and he has contracted for your services for two days which includes one overnight. Got it?" I answered that I got it just as we stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hall to a door. When it opened up a tall black haired boy that I recognized as Tiger, a tier-mate of Tip's asked us in. "Mr. Purple, this is Jack whose services as a companion will be at your disposal as requested." The Proctor was talking to Tiger as if he were a total stranger and it all sounded very formal to me. "Hello Jack." Tiger spoke to me. "Uhm, Hello err...Mr. Purple it's nice to meet you." I stuck out my hand as I had been trained to do and he took it and we shook hands. After Proctor Nick left, Tiger...that is; Mr. Purple led me into the lounge or sitting room. "Well Jack, why don't we break the ice. Get down on your knees and suck me off like a good boy." I knew this was a test and I quickly responded as Proctor Nick had taught me; "Shall I prepare myself for you first Sir?" Tiger flashed a quick smile and I knew I'd done the right thing. "Yes Jack, go ahead and do that." I quickly asked; "Shall I just undress or would you like a fancy strip Mr. Purple?" I noticed that he raised an eyebrow at that. See, he wasn't expecting that from me because it wasn't anything Proctor Nick had trained me to do but I'd picked that up from Tip during our week together. He was obviously surprised and interested because he answered; "Oh let's see a fancy strip Jack." And he sat down on the couch watching me. Just like Tip had taught me, I removed my clothes one slow piece at a time. Tip had shown me how to make something last and almost be a tease before the client could actually really see any of me that he wouldn't have seen if I was wearing my swim suit. I could tell from Tiger's expression I was doing a good job and I was pretty sure that when the Proctors looked at the video from the cameras hidden around the room, they would like was I was doing as well. When I was finally naked, Tiger just nodded his head and finally, he said with a big smile; "That was a great show Jack! I really enjoyed it. Now, come over here and take my cock out of my pants and suck me off...and listen; I don't want you spilling a drop on my pants mind you." I nodded and dropped to my knees. If I knew how to do anything in this world, I sure knew how to give a blow job and that's just exactly what I did. The rest of the day, Tiger was either fucking me or having me suck him back hard. He tried to keep my ass well lubed but it still hurt every time he stuck it in me but I was learning to not only hide that but to actually act like I was enjoying it. I was beginning to wonder though if I would ever enjoy it for real. When my two days with Tiger...or should I say Mr. Purple was over, I was looked over by the doctors and then got two days off. Next, I visited another "client"; Mr. Blue who turned out to be another guy I recognized as a tier-mate of Tip's but I didn't really know him at all. That was really different because it was the first time I did any kind of sex with a person I didn't know at least a little. I stayed with "Mr. Blue" for three days and let me tell you...all he wanted to do was fuck and it seemed like he could get it hard at the drop of a hat. I think we did it in every position Tip had taught me and maybe even a couple of new ones. They gave me a week off after that. >From then on it was just a bunch of pretend contracts; Mr. Red, Mr. Green...you know; we went through the whole rainbow and then they made up new names. Some of those were more interesting than other and I liked the ones that were more blow jobs than fucking but there weren't many of those. Some were also tests to try and trip me up like when one of the guys wanted to piss in my mouth and another one wanted to shit on me...stuff like that was completely forbidden by the NEST and we were required to say no to the client even if they offered to pay us extra money or give us stuff. After one of these, I asked Proctor Vic what would happen if the Client insisted or made me do it...I mean I was just a little kid and they were bigger and stronger. Proctor Nick smiled and said; "Most clients would not dare force a boy to do anything against his will or against the rules simply because if he did Jack, he would be forever black-balled and could never again avail himself of the services of our boys. If however, a client did something crazy like that and forced a boy...well, let's just say that we have a small group of very special Proctors who would ensure that particular client never did anything like that again...let's just leave it at that." Another kind of tricky test came up when one of my "clients" asked to tie me up and spank me. This was a harder choice to make because the NEST rules about that were not so clear. They called being tied up "bondage"...I guess that's the same thing other people call it too. A NEST boy could allow himself to be tied up or handcuffed and stuff like that by a client if he was willing to let it happen. If the Nester didn't want to be part of bondage he could say `no' and the client would have to respect that or else he'd be black balled. Same way with spanking but this was even more confusing. A boy could allow himself to be spanked or beaten but the client could not really hurt the boy or make any permanent mark or scar. Proctor Nick had told me that from his point of view, it was always smarter for a boy to say `no' to that stuff and I took his advice. These pretend contracts kept on until I'd pretty much gone through the whole 18 year tier and was starting around a second time except, I never had Tip again. I guess they decided that `Lead-Seniors" and `Follow-Boys' only got to be together for fucking for that first time and after that, the boy couldn't learn about Clients from his `Lead-Senior' or something like that. No matter how many times I was fucked or who was fucking me though, it never stopped hurting. The trouble for me was that no matter how lubed up I was, I just couldn't learn to relax my asshole muscle. It kept trying to clamp closed even when somebody's cock was inside me. It turned out though, that everybody who wound up fucking me thought I was doing it on purpose and that it was wonderful because the only thing tighter than an asshole is an asshole trying to clamp down on the cock that's in it. So, I got the reputation of not only giving the best blow jobs in my tier, all the 18s were saying I was the best fuck too. I didn't know it but training me was getting to be a very popular assignment for those guys. One of the fun things though was when a bunch of us got called in one morning and we were told it was our turn to be the first cock in some 13 year old's mouth cause those younger kids were learning how to give blow jobs. I got matched up with a kid I knew a little bit named Scooter. He wasn't very good because he was nervous that first time but he sure tried hard and the surprised look on his face when I cummed in his mouth was funny. About a week later when we both had some free time, I took him up to one of the rooms and showed him how to do some stuff better. He was happy about that. Don't get me wrong, life wasn't all fucking and sex stuff that year though. The learning...what you call the education or school work was getting harder but also much more interesting and I was really getting into math and biology. Mostly things living in the ocean...the proper term is Marine Biology I guess. It was also the last year I would be qualified to sit as first violin in the orchestra because next year I'd be going out on contracts so I really worked hard and looked forward to every concert and even got good enough to perform the Sibelius Violin Concerto as a solo piece which always got me great response from the audience. Except for fucking still being a real pain in the ass...sorry, I just HAD to say that...it was a fun busy year and then I turned 15. ***************************************************************************** I marked my place and leaned back into my chair. My whisky glass was long empty and so I plopped in two ice cubes and covered them with single malt. I had to admit that I was a bit surprised at what I had read thus far. I suppose that I had just assumed that the training of these boys would have been a task happily undertaken by pederast adult staff but it seemed that this was not the case at all. Aside from verbal coaching and explanation, it seemed that the staff took no part in the sexual tutelage at the NEST. The actual sexual activity apparently took place between the students themselves on a more or less peer to peer basis. This was not what I would have expected. I took a thoughtful sip from my tumbler, opened the manuscript and resumed reading. ****************************************************************************** I was out on the soccer pitch with a few of the guys practicing corner kicks from both sides of the goal when I saw Proctor Nick walking towards me. I knew what he was coming for but to tell you the truth I was kinda hoping I was wrong. >From the day of my birthday, all of the older guys were saying that it wouldn't be very long before I got called out on my first contract. They told me that with my good looks and unusual red hair clients were going to want to try me out right away. Turns out they were right because I'd only been fifteen for three days...which means there was hardly just enough time to post my picture up on the web. See, they have this secret web page just for clients and they post pictures and information and stuff about boys who are available for contract that week. My picture must have just barely been posted that day. "Well Jack," Proctor Nick said to me. "Go get showered and changed and head over to Director Coleman's office. It seems you have a contract already. I don't know why it bothered me but it did. I kinda just nodded my head and took off for the locker room. I got undressed and into the shower and all of a sudden I just started crying. I don't know why but suddenly I was so sad and kinda feeling so sorry for myself. I was sure glad there was nobody else in the locker room at the time. I was able to kind of cry it off and by the time I got out of the shower I was alright so I got dressed and pretty soon I was knocking on the director's door. Director Coleman is the head guy of the whole NEST and I'd seen him a lot but never actually spoken to him personally. He kind of looked me over when I came into his office and he says; "Congratulations Jack. You've been requested for your first contract. You'll be leaving in two hours which will give you enough time to administer an enema to yourself and then Proctor Nick will take you over to wardrobe." I must have looked at him funny or something because he said right away; "Well Jack, you don't think we can let you go out on contract wearing your school uniform do you? No my boy, we've got to have you dressed properly for your client. Oh, by the way, your client; Mr. Chang has requested that you bring your violin with you. You'll be with him for two nights and I don't suppose I have to tell you that we expect that you'll make the Academy proud eh?" Luckily, I had enough time to find Tadpole and let him know what was happening. He was cute. He gave me a big hug and told me I was gonna do great. I wished I was as sure as he was. Two hours later, I was dressed in nice black jeans and a dark blue polo shirt, carrying an overnight bag and my violin case and a Proctor I'd never seen before...Proctor Martin was driving me out to meet my first client. Mr. Chang was a real experience for me because I'd never met an oriental person before. He wasn't very tall; maybe just a little taller than me and he was kinda thin; not skinny but thin you know what I mean? Anyway when we got to his door he invited us in and Proctor Martin introduces himself as Mr. Martin Longstreet and he introduced me just as Jack. Funny but before that moment, I never thought about Proctors having real names other than `Proctor such and such'. So anyway, I shook hands with Mr. Chang and Proctor Martin had him sign some papers and then he left. Right away, Mr. Chang was looking me up and down and I knew that there wasn't going to be any beating around the bush. "Shall I prepare myself for you sir?" I asked because I figured the sooner we got started the better. Mr. Chang's eyes kind of twinkled and he was nodding his head fast and saying `yes, yes'. So then I slipped in my little trick that I'd picked up from Tip; "Would you like a fancy strip or shall I just get undressed Sir?" Well, that sure got him going I'll tell you and you can bet he chose the strip show. By the time I got through I could see that his cock was trying to poke a hole right through his pants. He didn't waste any time; his hands were all over me feeling me and rubbing me and he wasn't very gentle. "Now Jack boy..." he said right away "bend all the way over here." He was pointing to the arm of the couch and he had me bend over it. I heard his zipper and the soft sound of his pants dropping and suddenly I felt something cold push up against my asshole. It was lube but there wasn't very much of it. In another second I felt his cock pressing into me. I realized there wasn't going to be anymore lube, there wasn't going to be any fingers to loosen me up...nothing. He was just going to fuck me just like that. I didn't know what else to do so I just grabbed onto the cushion of the couch and bit down on my lower lip to keep from screaming as his cock forced its way into me. I'd never felt such pain in my life...ever and I couldn't stop the tears from pouring out of my eyes as he pumped away at my burning ass. It felt like his cock was three feet long and he just worked in and out of me, in and out of me. I was moaning from the pain but I guess he thought that I was moaning because I was enjoying myself. I couldn't stop my ass muscle from trying to close up around his cock and he seemed to love it because he kept saying; "Good boy Jackie! Good ass work Jackie!" stuff like that. Finally he must have come because he stopped pushing and sort of just leaned over resting on top of me with his cock still inside my ass and he was breathing very heavily. Eventually he pulled out of me and stood up. He pulled me up too and I could see that his cock actually was pretty long but thin too. Despite everything going on, I found that interesting. I didn't have too much time to think about how much my ass hurt because he soon had me on my knees sucking him hard. Like I said he was long but I'm good and I managed to get him all the way down pretty quick and very soon he was running his fingers through may hair moaning; "Ooooh Jackie, Jackie." I was figuring that if I could get him to cum in my mouth that would be at least one time I wouldn't have to take him in my ass but he was too smart for me. As soon as he was good and hard, he had me stop and get down on my hands and knees. Without using one drop more of lube, he was pushing into me again and I was afraid I was going to faint it hurt so bad. He took a long time to cum this time but fortunately after that he needed to rest for a while so he brought me into his bedroom and he got naked and had me eat out his ass for about an hour. He kept telling me that I was a very good boy. Finally, he made me crawl up and snuggle with him. He kept moving his hands all over my body but we never kissed. The whole time I was with him he never tried to kiss me. While he was rubbing and feeling all over me he was talking; "You know Jackie; I always try to be the first one who gets a new boy. I like being the first one. I've got some friends inside the Academy and they tell me about the boys coming up. I've known about you for a couple of months now. They told me you were supposed to be very good and they were right Jackie. They were right. When they told me about you I wanted to get a look at you so I was at that last concert your orchestra gave at the Community Center last month. You play the violin very well Jackie. I really enjoyed your solo what was it? The Sibelius in D minor right?" I nodded my head yes. I was surprised he knew that much about me. "Now Jackie," he said suddenly. "Go and get your violin. I want you to give me a special concert." I got off the bed and walked out into the living room to fetch my instrument and I was thinking to myself that this wasn't going to be so bad after all. Maybe he just wanted to hear me play the rest of the time I was with him. Boy, was I wrong! When I got back in the room, he was stretched out in the middle of his big bed and he was smiling and stretching out his hands. "Give those to me Jackie." He said indicating my violin and bow. I handed them to him and he put them over to his side. "Now Jackie, just like you have to rosin up your violin bow, you'd better rosin up my instrument eh?" he was indicating a tube of lube on the bedside table and I knew at once that he wanted me to grease up his long erect cock. I took the tube and began squeezing out the clear jelly but he quickly stopped me. "Now, now Jackie. Not too much boy...just enough to help make the music sweet eh?" I nodded and took the small amount that he'd allowed me and began to lube up his dick which made him smile even wider. "Good, good boy Jackie now climb up here and let me slide up inside of you...we'll play a sweet duet you and me yes?" I swallowed hard because I knew he'd be able to see the pain on my face as soon as I straddled him and let him ram his dick up inside me but even though I winced in pain as I lowered myself down onto his long stiff dick, he either didn't notice or he didn't care. Either way, when I'd bottomed out and he was fully inside me, he sort of grunted and then reached over and handed my violin and bow up to me. "Now Jackie...the Sibelius but let's just do the `allegro moderato' I think. You play the violin and I'll play your sweet little ass. It will beautiful yes?" I couldn't believe it at first but I finally realized that he wanted me to play while he fucked me at the same time. The `allegro moderato' is the second movement in the Violin Concerto in D Minor. It is slow and undulating. Proctor Maestro at the NEST used to say it was like a vine slowly growing up a wall or even like a snake wrapping itself around a branch. In a strange way it's kind of perfect music to slowly fuck by. I took a deep breath and tucked my violin under my chin and began to play. It's funny how you think of things at strange times. I remember thinking to myself; `man! This is the first time I've ever played my violin naked' and then just ask quickly I thought; `It's sure the first time I've ever played my violin with a dick up my ass!" I tried to concentrate on my playing to try and make the pain go away but just like always, my ass kept clamping down on his dick and while I played, he used his hands on my hips to control me as he moved me up and down his long dick in almost perfect time to the music I was playing. My legs and stomach muscles got into the rhythm pretty quickly and even though it was hurting me like crazy, I was driving Mr. Chang nuts. He came before I finished the Allegro but he made me finish it while he kept his dick up in me and I could feel his cum dripping out of my hole. The contract with Mr. Chang continued to be two days and nights of pretty much constant fucking. I don't know how such a little guy could keep it up like he did. I had to play three more "solos" while I sat on his dick and he fucked me in time to the music. Both nights, when he was through fucking me, I'd have to get down between his legs and lick his ass until he fell asleep. Then I could crawl up and put my head on the pillow. Just before Proctor Martin came to get me, Mr. Chang did the strangest thing. Out on his patio was a large wooden tub which he'd somehow had filled with warm water and he made me stand up in it while he slowly washed every inch of my body and then he dried me carefully using a small soft blue towel. On the ride back to the NEST Proctor Martin told me; "Well Jack, for your first contract, you must have done very well because Mr. Chang has given you a pretty nice bonus to be deposited in your account. Good going." Back at the NEST I was looked over by the Doctors for about an hour and then I spent another hour or so telling another team of Proctors about the whole contract and answering their questions and stuff. Finally Proctor Nick showed up and led me upstairs to one of the private rooms like the one Tip had rested up in after his first contract. Proctor Nick told me to just rest and tomorrow we'd have a long talk and then I could see Tadpole. ****************************************************************************** I put the document back down and stood up rather abruptly. I had to stop for a while and get some fresh air. I freshened my drink and strode out of the den, down the hall and out a door leading to the patio by the wildflower garden. If I could have had anything in the world right then, it would have been to have my Sean there so that I could just hug him tightly and probably cry my eyes out. Sadly for me, he was happily engaged in lessons with his friend and with his tutor. "My God!" I thought. "There but for fortune in just a few short years, this could have been Sean's story I'm reading." I knew I had to return to the study and finish the document. I shook my head and shoulders briskly to clear my thinking and walked back into the house. (To be continued) Next time we'll finish Jack's tale. Thank you all for your wonderful reaction to the past chapters. I always look forward to your emails.