Smoky plumes of breath rose in the crisp, cold air. The dark peaks of the Swiss Alps made a bold backdrop. The sun had not yet cleared the tops of the tallest peaks.
"All right, gentlemen, today we're going to attack the slope of Mt. Kewitt. Before we do, I want to get you limbered up. You're all going to need to have your joints and muscles as loose as possible. Let's lift those knees high!"
The crunching of snow being ground underfoot was the only sound as two dozen men kicked their legs up in unison. The ski instructor, a tall, lithe man in his early twenties, watched with a satisfied smile before turning to the man standing by the door.
With a nod, the other man indicated the door. The instructor followed him inside, trusting his class to keep up the pace by themselves.
"Good morning, Mr. Foley," the man said, closing the door behind him and turning to the other with his most charming smile. "What can, I do for you today?"
William Foley regarded the smiling man with some loathing. From the day the lodge had hired him, he'd never liked this particular skiing instructor, but he was good at his job, and that Was what mattered.
"We've tentatively hired a new instructor, Kent, to assist you. He interviewed yesterday. I want you to try him out and let me know how he does. If he's good, we'll make him part of the permanent staff."
Kent Sherill's smile never wavered. He knew how badly Foley wanted to get rid of him. The man would stop at nothing. Now there was this bogus assistant. Well, he'd seen them come and go. He wasn't too worried. A few hours with him, and the limp dishrag of a kid (for Foley never hired anyone older than twenty-five if he could help it) would cry uncle. He'd see to that.
So he smiled and agreed to give this new guy every opportunity to prove himself. Mentally, he began planning his moves.
"Thanks for your cooperation," Foley said, and turned away.
"Thank you, sir," Kent said. The sarcastic note in his voice on the last word was not lost on Foley. He continued walking away, however, determined not to get into an argument with this man.
Whistling softly under his breath, Kent returned to the class. They finished up with a light jog around the area, to keep limber.
"Okay, that's enough for today. I'm proud of you. Now, let's get our skis on and get onto that slope!" He winced and looked quickly around. In times of stress his Borstal accent was liable to come back, though he'd tried to school himself, tried to get rid of it entirely. No one seemed to have noticed his slip from his usual urbane speech pattern.
Watching them file past on their way to the ski slope, he noticed the blonde kid eyeing him again. He'd been keeping his eyes on Kent for the last several weeks. Kent wondered if they were both after the same thing. It seemed so. The kid followed him everywhere in the ski shack, always starting conversations and then suddenly backing off, as if afraid. Kent decided the time was right to discover whether he was correct in his assumptions or not.
It was not unusual for Kent and his crew to spend all day on the slopes. However, this particular day, there had been reports of a heavy snowstorm on its way, and he didn't want to be trapped up there with twenty or more panic-stricken pansies.
At about two o'clock, therefore, Kent called a halt. He led his ski students back to the lodge. They trailed through the ski hut, divesting themselves of their skis and boots. From there, they went to the showers, after which they would trail into the lounge and have hot rum toddies and other warm things to take the chill off.
The blonde boy brushed his hand lightly across Kent's arm on his way to the showers. Kent took this as an invitation and followed the boy.
Most of the men in the shower room were already showered and getting dressed. A few lingered, and Kent complimented all of them as he began stripping off his clothes. Usually, he would not shower at this time, but he had to know about this kid, and the best way seemed to be to get naked.
He stepped into the big communal shower and turned the jets of water on high. He lathered up and turned his back to the room, enjoying the spray of water on his sweaty face and body.
Kent sensed someone behind him, but did not turn around. He closed his eyes and moved his body slightly, turning it under the streams of water.
A hand lightly stroked his back. At this, Kent did turn. The blonde, a beautiful boy of about nineteen, stood there, a bar of soap in his hand. He gave Kent a knowing smile and began lathering up Kent's chest.
"Mmm," said K^nt, smiling back. His hand closed over the blonde's, and he moved the hand holding the soap lower down, over his taut stomach and below to his genitals.
The blonde boy looked up at him with wide eyes. Kent almost laughed. He continued moving the kid's hand over his balls, helping him lather them up.
The bar of soap fell to the floor of the shower. The blonde quickly rubbed his hands over Kent's balls, then up to the cock.
Kent turned back to the water and quickly rinsed the soap of his genitalia. Turning back to the blonde, he put his hands on the youth's shoulders and gently pushed him to his knees.
Eyes shining, the boy looked up adoringly and opened his mouth. Kent held his penis by the base and leveled it at the blonde's willing, pouting lips. They closed around it and the boy began moving his head back and forth.
Kent groaned. He leaned back against the wall as the boy's mouth took over, drawing Kent's cock further in. The head of Kent's cock slid back to bang against the kid's tonsils. Kent clutched at the slippery wall as his cockhead slid past the tonsils and down the kid's throat.
The boy had his eyes closed. His fist was wrapped around the base of Kent's shaft. He began sliding it back and forth, slowly pumping Kent's cock as his tongue and lips and throat worked on the head and shaft buried deep in his mouth.
Kent was moaning loudly now. One of his hands found purchase in the boy's blonde hair. He held on tightly, using that hair to move the boy's head back and forth, controlling that fantastic mouth.
His balls tightened and drew up, growing heavy with the burden of the cum inside them. He growled deep in his throat as the boy moved his lips and tongue faster, urging Kent to come in his mouth.
Kent let out a loud cry as his cum spurted out of the eye of his cock, into the waiting throat of the boy on his knees.
The boy moved even closer, taking the entire cock into his mouth. His lips moved, and Kent felt another jolt of cum spurt out of him into the boy's mouth and throat. He clutched the boy's hair tightly, painfully, not letting go until the kid had sucked up every last drop.
"Whew," Kent said shakily, leaning back against the wall again. The water pounded down around them. The boy looked up and smiled his shy, sweet smile.
"Yeah," he agreed, softly. Kent put out a hand and helped the kid to his feet.
"Phil Herbster," the boy said, to an unspoken question in Kent's mind. Kent opened his eyes in surprise, but said nothing. Phil leaned closer and planted a kiss on Kent's lips.
"Thank you," he said.
"Don't thank me," Kent said, a little roughly. "We both enjoyed it."
"I've wanted to do that for about three weeks now," Phil continued.
"Yeah? Me too. And other things." Kent idly stroked a hand over the boy's sweet young body.
Phil really had a perfect body. Smooth, tanned to perfection, hairless but for a light, golden down on his legs and chest. His shoulders were not too broad and not too narrow, well-muscled but not overly so, as was his chest. His belly was flat, his hips slender and boyish, and his legs well formed. Kent looked him over with satisfaction, knowing he was getting the same sort mental weighing, also knowing that he would not be found wanting in any department.
Kent straightened up with a start.
"I've got to be running," he said apologetically.
"That's okay," Phil said. "So have I. My old man'll have a fit if I don't meet him for lunch."
"Your old man?" Kent asked, cocking an eyebrow at the boy.
"Yes. My old man."
"It would figure," Kent said. "You're too pretty to be unattached."
Phil leaned against Kent's wet side.
"I could become unattached, if it were made worth my while," he murmured. Kent laughingly pushed him away.
"Ski instructors, even in a place like this, don't make that kind of money," he said.
Phil drew away as if he'd been scalded.
"Is that what you think I'm all about, you bastard?" He leapt out of the shower before Kent could move and ran for his clothes, pulling them on heedless of his soaking wet body.
"Wait a minute," protested Kent, stepping out of the shower and reaching for Phil.
"No, thank you," Phil snapped. "What for? To be insulted again?" He whirled around and ran out the door, leaving Kent staring after him, dumbfounded.
With a shrug, he dressed. He supposed he ought to be more worried; the kid could make trouble for him if he told anyone what they'd been up to in the shower. Employee-guest relationships were strictly taboo, though Kent knew everyone did it.
Kent made his way to his office. As senior ski instructor, he warranted an office of his own, although he had never seen much use for it. No one ever came there, except new instructors on their first day. That's where this new kid would be.
As he opened the office door, a young man rose from the chair he'd been occupying in front of Kent's desk. He was a tall, well-built man of about twenty, Kent noted with amusement. His thick, wavy hair was dark brown, and his blue eyes sparkled with amusement. Kent held out his hand.
"Kent Sherill," he said, and shook the boy's hand, hard. His handshake was returned firmly by the young man.
"Kelevin Gordos."
Kent raised his eyebrows and sat behind his desk. He indicated the chair where the boy'd been seated, and Kelevin again sat down.
"Gordos, mm?" Kent enquired.
"Yes," said Kelevin, and in turn raised his eyebrows.
"Just doesn't seem to go with Kelevin," Kent said. Kelevin shrugged.
"Okay," Kent said. "Let's get down to business. You're here on a trial basis, you understand. They did tell you that in the office?"
"Not exactly," Kelevin said. "I told them I had another offer, but I wanted to try this place out first."
"Oho," said Kent. He paused and looked at the boy. "How well did that go over with Foley?"
"He seemed to think that I'd enjoy it here, and never want to leave." Kelevin smiled suddenly. "I like to reserve judgment."
"The work's hard but rewarding," Kent began, but Kelevin held up a hand.
"Spare me the promo, and the prepared speeches. Tell me what really goes on around here."
"Just what I'm telling you, Mr. Gordos." Kent's eyes were hard and flat. "You do your job, and you do your best, and that's absolutely that. No fraternizing, no hanging-out. And I will not tolerate gold-brickers. I work my staff hard, real hard. Keep it in mind."
"Yes sir!" Kelevin gave a mock salute and rose. "When do I start?"
"Now." Kent gave the boy a narrow smile and also rose to his feet. "There's no more chance of getting on the slopes today; looks like we're in for a bit of a storm, but you can get to know the regulars. There's a group of about 24 men who are pretty good beginners. I want you to get to know them. You'll be taking them down the slope tomorrow."
"You got it," said Kelevin. They regarded each other for a minute, long enough for Kent to wonder at the instant animosity that had sprung up between them. He'd always gotten along well with everyone who'd ever worked with or for him. It was a real effort to be nice to this kid. He mentally shrugged. It would come to him.
* * *
At 6:45 am, the class began filing in, most of them already in their ski gear. A few stragglers had to pause to put their boots on. They all hoisted their skis and went into the brisk, morning air to warm up.
The Swiss/French Ski Resort and Health Spa was located in the mountains outside of Geneva. Not far away, the frosty tip of Mount Blanc could be seen rising in majesty to the sky. The health spa and its facilities were open to guests of the resort, as was the huge ski emporium. In operation only two years, it was already the hottest ski resort in the surrounding area, a fact which Kent pointed out to William Foley any time the other man seemed to be agitating for the immediate removal of Kent himself.
The resort itself was huge, and luxurious. It had the further distinction of being home, temporarily or permanently in some cases, to some of the wealthiest, most famous persons in the world. It employed a staff of one hundred, and was regarded in the ski business as one of the giants.
The ski slopes and facilities themselves were ranked second in the world. Only Aspen drew a better response.
Kent watched Kelevin get the class in order now, his pale grey eyes narrowed as they roamed over the boy's body. Yes, nice physique. He could see why Foley was so hot to hire this one. He wondered how long it would take for the manager of the lodge to put the moves on, and what this fiery Irishman would say about it. Kent's lips quirked in a smile.
Kelevin was good. His energy and enthusiasm were contagious, and seemed boundless. Kent, who lately had sometimes found himself simply going through the motions, had to admit that this kid had a lot of drive.
Aware of someone behind him, Kent turned slightly and regarded the man who had slipped out onto the snowy grounds. It was William Foley, and he was watching Kelevin, a strange expression on his face. Kent grinned and raised a hand. Instantly, Foley turned and left again.
"All right, let's go!" Kelevin shouted, and strapped on his skis. Kent, who'd been going to go with them, decided to have the kid take this group on his own. He stepped back and waved at Kelevin.
For a moment, Kelevin looked disconcerted, then he smiled and turned away. He led the men to the ski lifts, and they took off. Kent returned to the warmth of the ski lodge.
When night began to close in, Kelevin brought his class back to the lodge. He gave each one a few words of encouragement and enthused about tomorrow's run, which would be the longest and most challenging yet. He then dismissed them all to the showers "and to get a good, long hot drink" with a friendly grin and strode over to Kent.
"Well?" he asked. Kent nodded.
"As far as I'm concerned, you're in. Now I guess it's up to you. Do you want to stay, or is your other offer too tempting?"
"I'll have to think about it." Kelevin left the room after Kent told him to shower and go see Foley. Kent watched him leave with grudging admiration. He tried to remember if he'd ever been that calm, that self-assured, at twenty. Of course, these days, they'd all already found themselves at fourteen, he thought. He still felt the four years gap in their ages, however, and wondered why he was suddenly feeling old.
By five o'clock, Kent was ready to leave. His work day was over. He thought he'd grab a beer and a quick bite at the local pub before heading down the mountain and home.
A tap sounded on his door, and Foley walked in. Kent stared at him. The manager looked around briefly and sat without being invited in the chair facing Kent.
"Yes?" Kent asked, a bit sarcastically. "Can I help you with something?"
"Are you going somewhere?" William Foley asked him curiously.
"Home," Kent answered, shortly. "Did you think I lived here?"
William passed a weary hand over his face.
"I practically do. I thought you might, too. You work too hard, Kent."
Kent regarded him warily.
"Are you sure you're feeling alright?" he asked.
William nodded.
"The new ski instructor, Kelevin. How did he work out?" he asked Kent.
"Okay," Kent replied, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "Pretty well, actually. He took my regular group down the slope by himself, and did a great job with them. They're trying the eastern slope tomorrow, at his instigation. I think it'd be a mistake to let him go."
"I agree," William said, very softly.
"Urn, if there's nothing else, I think I'll be pushing along now," Kent said after a moment. William at once arose.
"Not a thing," he replied, and preceded Kent out the door. Kent locked the office and prepared to leave. William's hand on his arm stopped him.
"If you see Kelevin before you leave, would you ask him to drop by my office on his way out?"
"Yeah, sure," Kent agreed, and again looked closely at William. "You sure you're alright?" he repeated. William nodded and stepped away.
"Fine, Kent. See you tomorrow." William strolled slowly away, and Kent watched him thoughtfully. Now, what was that all about, he wondered.
* * *
Kelevin had changed into a suit and tie after his day's work. He had a date, and had brought a change of clothes with him rather than run all the way into Montclare before going out. He paused outside the manager's office and knocked firmly on the door. William Foley bade him enter.
The manager was sitting behind his desk when Kelevin walked in. He looked the boy over appraisingly, liking what he saw, and then invited Kelevin to take a seat. The boy lowered himself easily into the chair offered and looked inquiringly at William.
"So, Kelevin," William began, "Kent Sherill tells me you he thinks it would be a pity to lose you. So do I. How can we convince you to become a permanent member of the staff?"
Kelevin dropped his eyes shyly.
"The casino in Montreux offered me a grand a week to start, and my choice of hours."
William smiled.
"In return for what?"
"In return for doing a good job, I guess."
"Yes, but doing what? The casino there has no skiing. What were you going to be doing?"
"I guess some kind of physical instruction. They have a pool and a health club of some kind. The manager was a little vague, but said he was sure something would present itself."
"I wonder." William paused. "I won't offer you that much money as salary. I can and will, however, offer you anything you like, for the opportunity to see you in action. I think you know what I mean."
Kelevin raised his eyes. He was blushing.
"I'm not-I mean I've got this girl-"
"Name your price," William interrupted smoothly.
"For what?" Kelevin asked.
"For an evening of your company. What's it to be? A new Porsche? Emeralds? Or will you settle for cold, hard cash?"
Kelevin looked at him through narrowed lashes.
"What's going on here?" he asked.
"I checked around, Kelevin. I called your references, then I called some friends, including the owner of the casino in Montreux. I found out what your 'freelance' work is. So I repeat: What's your price?"
"What do you want?" the boy asked. "After all, there's nothing wrong with having generous friends."
"Prostitution's a crime, Kelevin. Even in Switzerland."
"Prove I ever did it," the boy flashed back.
"I don't have to," William said. "My friends at the Consulate already have a dossier on you, which they're more than willing to pass on to the police. I want to know what your price is."
Kelevin began to laugh, and William joined him.
"I get your drift," the younger man said. "No, I wasn't even going to try to hustle any of your guests. I've got my own regulars."
"No doubt. But I was asking on a very personal level." William's voice dropped, became huskier than usual. "I want you, Kelevin."
The boy smiled, but his eyes were cold.
"Then keep me," he offered. "Give me a job, and move me into your apartment."
"Is that all?" asked William in surprise. "I was expecting much higher demands, I must say. You amaze me."
Kelevin, panicked, began to think he'd sold himself short.
"And an income," he added.
"Of course. Your salary from the health club. Five hundred a week."
"Chicken feed. You supply me with the rest. Fifteen hundred a week."
"No, Kelevin. My house, my bed and my indulgence. But more money from me you will not get."
"Then I guess I'll just have to tell your business partners about the arrangement you offered me." William smiled.
"Do you want this job, or would you prefer to return to Freddie?" He looked at the boy. "I think you'll do as I say." He rose and held out his hand. Kelevin reluctantly rose also.
"It's time we got better acquainted, don't you think?" William asked Kelevin. The boy squirmed a little, but took the proffered hand. William led him to the sofa which took up one side of the office. He pushed Kelevin down onto the sofa and unzipped his trousers.
His cock was straining against the fabric of his shorts. He grabbed a fistful of Kelevin's thick, abundant hair and, with the other hand, liberated his cock from its constricting layer of material.
Kelevin's lips closed over the head and shaft of William's prick. He leaned further forward, William's hand in his hair urging him on, and put his hands on the older man's thighs. He began lightly stroking his fingers up and down. His tongue fluttered along the length of William's hard shaft, making the man moan low in his throat.
William pulled harder on Kelevin's hair, forcing more of his cock into the boy's hot, willing mouth. He felt the head of his cock sliding to the back of Kelevin's throat, banging against the tonsils hanging there, and sliding smoothly past them and down further into Kelevin's throat.
The boy choked slightly, gagging as the head hit the back of his throat. He opened his mouth wider, pressed the palms of his hands flat against the back of William's thighs and took the whole cock into his mouth.
William gasped and threw his head back. His balls were tightening up as the feeling of that hot mouth caused his pulses to race. His loins were on fire. The cum was building in his testicles as Kelevin's mouth tightened around the throbbing shaft between his lips.
The boy breathed in the masculine scent of the man in front of him and gave a sigh of pleasure. His lips and tongue moved feverishly over the hard shaft, and his throat muscles applied subtle pressure, squeezing and constricting until William felt he was caught in the grip of some velvety smooth vise.
He buried both hands in the boy's hair now, needing something to hold onto as the cum boiled hot inside his balls now. Kelevin's fingers stroked and tickled the heavy sac hanging between William's thighs, feeling it harden and draw up as William drew nearer to an ejaculation.
Kelevin now left off teasing the ballsac and slid one finger back along the crack of William's ass. William's body stiffened as the finger slid along, probing. He held his breath as the finger found his anus and slid inside.
Aah, God, the feeling! William's balls heated to a fever as the wet mouth moved over his cock and the slender finger moved inside his anal tract. He heard himself gasping and felt the rush of cum boiling out of his body.
"Oh my God!" he screamed as the cum flew out. Kelevin swallowed what he could, but William kept coming and more of the hot, white liquid flowed out and down the boy's chin.
Unable to bear the feeling any longer, William pushed the boy away and shakily placed his cock back inside his shorts and trousers. Kelevin grinned and wiped one hand across his cheek.
"Got a hanky?" he asked. William fished around in a pocket and found one which he handed wordlessly to the boy.
"Pleased?" Kelevin asked.
"More than," William managed to reply. He sat down beside Kelevin on the sofa and suddenly pulled the boy into his arms. Kelevin went unresisting, his eyes closed.
William took those full lips between his teeth and bit them very gently. He kissed the boy's mouth feverishly, passionately, loving the taste and feel of it under his mouth.
Kelevin responded languidly, as was his fashion with most of his lovers. He knew that the longer he held out, the greater grew the fascination, until a man would do anything to possess him. Knowing William's worth to be in the millions, he was prepared to hold out for years, if it kept the older man's attention.
William, frustrated by the lack of response, kissed the boy more fervently, bruising his lips, at last drawing a protest from Kelevin.
"Look, I don't like it rough," the boy said, trying to push away.
"It doesn't matter what you like," William told him. "Besides, I'll make you like it. Give me time."
He suddenly rose and pulled Kelevin to his feet.
"I'll be working late," he told the boy, tossing him a set of keys. "The apartment's in Gstaad, at the Palace. Do you know where that is?"
"Yeah," said the boy, awed despite what he already knew. "I know it."
"Penthouse suite. The doorman will let you in and show you the way to the private elevator." William had a silent laugh at the undisguised admiration and greed on the boy's face.
"I-um-there's just one problem," Kelevin said, his eyes on the keys in his hand. "I have a date tonight."
"No you don't," William said, flatly. "Not anymore. I expect you to be ready, willing and able at ten o'clock, when I get home. So, cancel your date."
"You don't understand," Kelevin protested. "It's my father."
William gave a snort of laughter.
"You really expect me to fall for that old one? I'm older than I look, kid."
"No, I'm serious," Kelevin said. "My father's an old man. I can't disappoint him. It would break his heart. Please, I'll try to be in by midnight. And next time, I'll check with you before I go to dinner with anybody. Please, William?"
Whether it was the boy's pleading sincerity, or the memory of his hot mouth, William grudgingly gave in.
"I'd better not discover later that your 'father' is rich as Croesus and in his mid-forties. Red haired, grey-eyed and athletic."
Now, why had he said that? Except for the age, it was a perfect description of Kent Sherill. William shook that thought away.
"Tell you what," Kelevin said, pocketing the keys. "I'll bring him up after dinner, and introduce you two. I'll say 'Dad, this is the guy I'm living with, who screws me every night.' That ought to give his heart a good workout."
William laughed.
"Alright, alright. I believe your story about your father. Now, run along and let me work. Midnight. I'll be waiting."
Kelevin grinned and ran out the door. William watched him go with a pang, then tried to turn his mind to the problems of running a ski lodge.
CHAPTER TWO
"Oh, yeah baby, do that again," Kent groaned in delight as his testicles were gently squeezed by a hard hand. The hand doing the squeezing belonged to a young skier named Shane, whom Kent had picked up the bar. After dinner, which the young man had grudgingly allowed Kent to pay for, Kent had brought the guy home.
He was no more than twenty, and wore it well. His body was lean and hard-muscled, tanned and trim. His hair, so blonde as to be almost white, was cut close to his head. His eyes were a brilliant blue. He was the very picture of Aryan perfection, Kent thought in amusement, although he was very Irish.
He was also almost a virgin, as Kent had discovered upon arriving at the apartment. Almost at once, the boy seemed to regret his decision to come home with Kent, and tried to leave again. Nothing doing, thought Kent, and began kissing the lad, stripping his clothing off while covering his body in passionate kisses.
Shane had allowed himself to be stripped and led to the big bed, but had then exhibited all the signs of a beginner. Kent, patient in the extreme, continued more slowly.
He pushed Shane back on the pillows and stripped off his own clothes. Then he lay beside the young man and took the boy's penis in his hand. Shane, already hard, instantly grew even harder. Kent took the boy's hand and placed it on his penis. Instinct took over, if nothing else, and Shane began stroking and rubbing, his firm fingers creating a pleasurable tension in Kent's hard rod.
Shane cupped Kent's balls and began squeezing, tenderly at first, then with more force as Kent moaned.
"Yeah, that's right," Kent said, and began stroking Shane's penis with firm, long strokes of his own. The boy gasped as Kent maneuvered himself onto his knees between Shane's spread legs.
Kent reached into the bedside drawer and took out a tube of lubricant. He smeared some on his cockhead, and a little along the crack of Shane's ass. Shane's tiny, puckered little asshole closed tightly around Kent's finger as Kent tried to apply some lubricant to it. Tight, oh yes. No doubt about it. A virgin, or close enough as made no difference.
His finger gently probed deeper into Shane's asshole. The boy was moaning now, and had broken out into a sweat. His penis was rock-hard and pointing straight up at the ceiling. Kent gave a soft laugh and bent forward to give a little kiss on the top of its head.
He withdrew his finger and poised himself above Shane, his cock probing the entrance to Shane's anal tract. The boy began saying something about changing his mind, and Kent drove in.
Shane howled and clutched the brass headstead above him. His legs were lifted and placed over Kent's shoulders, and Kent pushed deeper in. Shane yelled out as the huge penis stretched and distended his rectum, driving in and out with a force that took him completely by surprise.
Kent grunted in effort and pleasure as the tight sphincter muscles closed around his cock. His hands held the boy's cheeks, pulling them apart to allow his cock greater access to that hot, tight hole. Shane writhed and squirmed beneath Kent as the hard cock pushed further up inside him. He held onto the brass bars for dear life as the penis invading him forced its way even further. Now it was banging against his prostate and, as the pleasurable pressure increased, he felt his testicles drawing up with the tension. He bit his lip to keep from crying out again, though Kent didn't seem to mind it.
Kent drove deeper and deeper in, until the entire length of his cock was buried inside the boy's ass. He felt the muscles squeezing him, and felt his cum beginning to stir. His balls thumped heavily against Shane's ass with every thrust, a sound Kent loved.
Shane felt the pressure building inside his testicles. His right hand went to his penis and began stroking it. He opened his eyes slightly to look at Kent. The sight of Kent on top of him, his entire cock ramming into Shane, made the boy suddenly shoot his wad in one frenzied burst.
The creamy stuff shot high up, splattering Kent's chest and belly. He slowed down and lifted one hand from Shane's ass. The hand smeared the cum around on Shane's body, covering his belly and nipples with his own cum. Shane turned his face away and Kent laughed.
He renewed his attack, driving into Shane with such vehemence that the younger man's breath was momentarily taken away. He lay, gasping, as Kent plunged rapidly in and out of him.
Roaring like a bull, Kent began coming, shooting load after load of cum deep inside Shane's tight bum. His hands closed spasmodically on the boy's asscheeks, raising bruises as he shot off into Shane's anus.
Kent continued lying on top of Shane long after he'd finished coming, waiting for his racing pulse to slow down and to get his breath back. At last, however, Shane stirred, his breathing severely hampered by the body lying on top of his.
Apologizing, Kent rolled off and lay on his back. Shane cautiously lowered his legs, groaning as he did so.
"Everything aches," he complained good-naturedly. He lay on his side and caressed Kent's hard, muscular body. Kent smiled at him.
"It'll be easier next time, now that the first step's been taken," he said. Shane blushed slightly.
"I should have told you," he said, "but I was afraid you wouldn't be interested anymore. Was I wrong?"
"I would have been interested anyway, but I might have gone about things a little differently. It doesn't really matter at this stage, though, does it? But you could play that kind of game with the wrong people."
"It's not a game," Shane began indignantly.
"No, I guess not," Kent said, more gently. "But just watch out you don't say the wrong thing to the wrong guy, that's all. For all you know, I could have been a real bruiser. You have to look out for your-self." .
"I was," the boy answered, softly. "I like you. I've seen you before. I knew I wanted you to be the one." Kent snorted.
"Yeah, well, just don't build too much on this, okay?" He looked at his watch and turned out the light. "Sleep time. Come here." He pulled Shane into his arms, pulled the blankets up over their naked bodies and drifted immediately off into slumber.
Not so Shane. He lay looking at the man he was in bed with for a long time after Kent had gone to sleep. He couldn't help building on their shared intimacy a little bit. He'd felt so lost and alone the last two years; he wanted someone to share a life with. He thought Kent could be that someone. He'd have to bide his time and play his cards right. He'd always been lucky in cards, after all. He snuggled down beside Kent and soon was snoring gently.
* * *
William got in at ten-fifteen. Two hours almost before Kelevin would show up. That would give him ample time to make his preparations.
He poured himself a drink and went into the bedroom. The room contained a king-sized four-poster bed as well as bureaus and a tall wardrobe.
It was to the wardrobe that William went now.
From it, he withdrew two lengths of rope. Attached to the ends of each rope were leather shackles, with rings for joining to each other.
William looped one length of rope around the top posts of the bed, and one length around the lower posts. He tucked the ends of the ropes, with the shackles, under the mattress and blankets.
Next, he pulled out a long, thin whip. This he laid beside the bed, just out of sight under the bedspread. On the exquisite little nightstand, he placed a long, thick, leather-covered dildo, and a bottle of baby oil.
William regarded the ensemble with a satisfied smile. Now he could go take his shower and get a bite to eat before his wandering boy came home.
After a rejuvenating shower and an order of Chinese food, William felt more human. He sat back and watched the news and some of Kentny Carson. Occasionally, he glanced idly at his watch.
Midnight came. 12:15. 12:30. William began to feel more than a little put out.
At one o'clock, a key slotted into the lock outside. Kelevin strolled in, his face rosy and flushed, his gait a little unsteady.
"Well, well, isn't it nice of you to come in at the time you said you would," William said, his eyes narrowed in anger.
"Hey, whoa," Kelevin said, holding up his hand.
"I can explain."
"I'm sure you can," William said. "I don't intend to listen to your explanations, however. Take off your clothes."
Kelevin stared at him, his face creased in an insolent smile, as he began stripping off his clothing. William watched, his breathing growing harsher and more ragged despite his outwardly calm face, as he watched that remarkable body being unveiled.
Completely naked, Kelevin slowly revolved his body in front of William, his hands on his hips. He kicked his clothes aside and moved closer to William. His arms came around William as he breathed hotly on the older man's cheek.
"Come on, Willy, loosen up," he whispered, his hot mouth inches from William's ear.
William took Kelevin by the hand and led him into the bedroom. Kelevin looked around, his eyes shining with appreciation.
Wasting no time, William pushed Kelevin onto the bed, on his hands and knees. Kelevin smiled. He put his hands behind his back, on his ass, and spread his cheeks apart slightly.
William ignored him.
"Stretch out, and put your hands above your head."
Good-naturedly, Kelevin did as he was told. He lay flat on his belly, hands extended toward the head of the bed.
"Close your eyes," William told him. Kelevin closed his eyes.
William grasped the boy's right wrist in his hand and had it shackled before Kelevin could even open his mouth to protest.
"Hey," he said, but got no further. William clapped a hand over his mouth and, straddling his body, shackled the other wrist. Kelevin struggled wildly, but William swiftly did up the shackles to the boy's ankles, leaving him bound and spread and helpless in the middle of the king-sized bed.
"God will get you for this, mother-fucker," Kelevin said, fear in his voice. "Let me go, now, and I won't call the whole deal off."
"You won't call it off anyway," William muttered. "Only I can do that. You're in my power now, slut, and don't you forget it."
Kelevin heard a real threat in William's voice. He squirmed as a hand began running over his thighs and ass, stroking and probing.
William loved the feel of the boy's skin. It was so smooth and soft, and yet the muscles under it gave lie to the belief that this was a young, tender boy. Definitely not. William grinned.
His fingers stole into the crack of Kelevin's ass. He slid them along, back and forth, making Kelevin gasp and wriggle around. He licked his forefinger and inserted it into Kelevin's tight asshole.
Instantly, the boy began moaning. William smiled. He probed further. Kelevin raised his ass slightly and began gently humping against the mattress.
William removed his finger. He picked up the bottle of baby oil; opening it, he upended it over Kelevin's ass. It trickled down over his cheeks and into his moist, hot asscrack.
William then picked up the dildo. He rubbed it generously with baby oil and placed the tip of it at the entrance to Kelevin's anal tract.
"What are you doing?" the boy asked frantically, trying to turn around enough to see. The shackles held him firmly pinned to the bed.
William parted the boy's cheeks with his hand. The tiny, puckered hole was clenching tight as the head of the leather dildo rubbed back and forth against it.
With a suddenness that took Kelevin's breath away, William thrust the whole dildo up into the boy's asshole.
"Christ!" shouted the boy, regaining his voice. William pulled the dildo almost all the way out and then thrust it up again. Kelevin howled in pain. William again thrust the dildo in, and began fucking the boy in earnest with it.
"No, no, no," Kelevin kept saying, but more as a chant than an honest request that William stop. His ass rose in the air as much as the shackles would allow him to maneuver and his hips ground relentlessly against the bed.
William forced the dildo in to the hilt and left it there. He got off the bed and began removing his clothes, watching Kelevin still thrusting his penis against the sheets.
Naked, William knelt on the bed beside the boy's face. He grasped a handful of hair and turned Kelevin toward him. The boy's mouth opened automatically. William guided his penis between the boy's lips, closing his eyes as the full mouth and velvety tongue began working on his turgid meat.
The dildo slid further and further out of Kelevin's ass as William fucked his mouth, but neither one noticed. Kelevin had his eyes closed also, breathing in William's warm, masculine scent. He clamped his lips firmly around William's shaft and began moving his mouth up and down along the length of the penis.
William pulled the boy's head forward and backward by the use of his hair. His hips thrust his rampaging penis into Kelevin's mouth and down his throat.
He began groaning. Kelevin's mouth and tongue intensified their labours. William felt himself losing control of the situation. He sought to withdraw his penis, but the mouth and tongue pleasuring him were insistent. He relaxed his hold on Kelevin's hair and began fucking the boy's mouth feverishly, holding onto the headboard for support.
"Ohh, God!" he cried aloud, and his cum shot out of his cock. It flowed down Kelevin's throat and out of his mouth, to dribble down his chin.
Shakily, William pulled back and sat on his heels beside the boy. He rose to his feet after a moment or two and made his way to the bathroom.
"Hey, what about me?" Kelevin called. He was concerned about the hardness of his cock. At this rate, it would be hours before he could piss.
"What?" William asked, reappearing in the doorway.
"What about me?" Kelevin asked again, his voice petulant.
"You were very good," William said, disappearing again.
"That's not what I meant," the boy called. He shook his bound hands in frustration. "I want to come, Willy."
"So?" growled a voice behind him. "Fuck the bed, you slut. You whore."
Kelevin began rubbing his aching prod against the sheets, as William went on.
"You'd better come for me, and me alone," he said. "You fucking slut. How many can you do at once, slut? Have you been double-teamed lately?"
Kelevin groaned. His testicles were hard, pressing tight against his groin.
"Yeah, baby, fuck that bed. I like watching your ass. It moves like you really want it. Do you want it, slut?" William's voice dropped to a husky murmur. "Is that what baby wants? Baby wants to be fucked?"
"Oh, yes," breathed the boy.
William picked up the dildo again. He knelt between Kelevin's spread legs. He pressed the dildo against the tight hole and thrust.
"Ohh, God, Jesus!" shouted Kelevin. His thrusts became more frenzied. His penis felt raw, but the repeated strokes of the dildo were making his balls and cock respond with fervour. He fucked the bed harder.
"That's right, slut. Come for your master."
"Shit, shit, Christ," and, moaning, Kelevin lost his load into the sheets.
His hips kept thrusting even after the last drop had dribbled out. William laughed and abruptly withdrew the dildo.
He moved all around the bed, releasing the boy from his bondage. Kelevin slowly sat up, rubbing his wrists.
"That's a hell of a thing to spring on someone," he said, his lower lip pouting out slightly.
"I know," William soothed him, lying back against the pillows.
"I need to piss," Kelevin said.
"So, find the bathroom."
Kelevin slid to the edge of the bed, groaning and grimacing. He turned around and held his arms out to William.
"Carry?" he asked pathetically. William grinned and got out of bed.
"No, but I will show you the way," he said, putting an arm around the boy's shoulders.
He left Kelevin in the bathroom and went to the bar to pour out two drinks, which he brought back to the bedroom. When Kelevin returned, William was already in bed, a book in his lap.
Kelevin gave him a startled look.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Reading," William answered, holding up a slim volume of poetry.
"We'll soon see about that," Kelevin said, sliding under the covers and cupping William's balls in his hand. "I refuse to play second fiddle to any fucking book."
"It's not a fucking book," William answered, but dropped the book as Kelevin's skillful fingers moved around his genitals.
"Then why read it?" the boy asked, his eyes shining. William gazed at him for a moment, then reached up and turned out the light.
* * *
Shane awoke, disoriented and in pain. He was distinctly uncomfortable, and it was hard to breathe. He tried to roll onto his back and realized only then that Kent was once again on top of him.
New pain invaded his bowels, making Shane bury his face in the pillow. He cried out soundlessly as Kent's huge penis slammed up inside him. His fingers scrabbled wildly over the sheets as his body began responding again to Kent's.
Kent grunted and panted heavily in Shane's ear. His penis always woke up before he did and he'd often found himself suddenly in the middle of fucking before he'd opened his eyes to the new day.
He liked the way this boy moved. His ass was tight and hot, and the friction building between them was unbelievable.
Kent felt his testicles drawing up and forced himself to slow down. His strokes became more even and paced, and Shane felt himself finally relaxing. As he did, the pain in his ass lessened slightly, and he found himself more able to enjoy the other feelings being generated.
His hips began thrusting back. His ass rose to meet Kent's strokes, and his tiny hole opened up a little more with each thrust. Shane felt his penis hardening under his body, and began moving more rapidly.
Kent put his hands on the boy's hips. He pulled Shane up onto his hands and knees and began fucking him harder, his cock burying itself to the hilt now with each thrust.
Shane moaned as he felt a hand on his cock. He put his hands behind him, feeling for Kent. His hands clutched Kent's asscheeks, pulling the other man more firmly to him.
Kent let go of Shane's throbbing penis and put both hands over the boy's wrists, holding his arms against Kent's sides as his penis slid more and more rapidly and fervently in and out of Shane's asshole.
Shane felt himself a prisoner in Kent's arms. The feeling made him weak and horny at the same time. He wondered what it would be like to be tied up and completely at someone's mercy, someone like Kent. His breathing quickened, rasping in and out of his lungs raggedly as his penis ached with pent-up desire.
Kent's voice lowered to a growl as he pumped harder into Shane. He panted and groaned, feeling his coming just on the edge. One little push was all he needed.
Shane flexed his anal muscles, which was all the push Kent needed. With a bellow, he thrust fiercely into the boy's ass, filling it repeatedly with his hot, creamy jism.
Kent slumped forward at his last thrust, and he and Shane fell over, tangled together. Laughing, Kent pushed himself away and sat up with a groan.
"Good God," he said, more to himself than anyone else.
Shane looked at him.
"Everything all right?" he asked.
"More than," Kent said, still trying to get his breathing to return to normal. He rubbed a hand over Shane's nude body. "You're perfect."
"Thanks," Shane said. His voice was uncertain, but he smiled at Kent. He sat up and looked at the bedside clock.
"Oh, shit," he yelled, and, jumping out of bed, began searching frantically for his clothes.
"Something wrong?" asked Kent, handing Shane his shirt.
"I'm late for work. One more time, and I'm out of a job."
"Being late a sport with you?" Kent asked, watching the boy pull his clothes on.
"No, it just happens a lot, I guess. I oversleep a lot." Shane gave Kent a rueful smile. "With a lot less cause than I had this morning."
"Leave me a number I can call you at?" Kent asked.
"Yeah, sure," Shane said, turning away to hide his ecstatic smile. He wrote quickly on a piece of paper and pulled his boots on.
Kent saw the boy out, grinning over Shane's obvious delight, and then ran for the shower himself. He was also quite late, and hoped Kelevin knew what he was doing. It would be good practice for the kid, handling the class on the eastern slope.
CHAPTER THREE
Swiss/French Ski Resort and Health
Spa was renowned for its elegant lobby, exquisite service and sumptuous decor. Along with the various suites, the health club and pool and other amenities, the resort also offered a restaurant, a large cafe/lounge and a smaller lounge and bar located off the lobby.
Hanes Broderick presided over the small lounge. He was a slight, black haired boy of about twenty, who'd only been in the country a few months. Originally from London's East End, he'd passed through Grenoble and Montreux on his way to the lodge.
He found this, his latest job, singularly boring. The only really good thing about it was the number of wealthy patrons who passed by for a quick drink, usually leaving very large tips in their wake.
This evening was even quieter than usual. No one had come in during the past hour, since he'd come on duty. Hanes fell back on polishing glasses.
His ruminations on life were interrupted by the entry of a man, his first customer of the day. Pouring out the man's whisky and water, Hanes observed him.
He was a pleasant, handsome man in his early thirties. He introduced himself as Leo Durant, and went on to discussions of the resort, Switzerland, his job, the general state of things in the country and Europe.
Hanes thought him interesting and witty. He watched the stranger's face as he talked and had a sudden vision of the two of them, naked and entwined, on a large bed. His cock began to harden.
Leo watched the boy, smiling to himself as the boy's penis made its presence known. It was a nice size, quite appreciable in fact, when you took in the lad's appearance. His own cock began hardening under his twill trousers.
Hanes glanced at the door. The bar opened directly out onto the lobby, and people went by the open doorway constantly. Anyone looking in at any time could get a full view of the bar and anyone sitting at it.
Leo also glanced, somewhat nervously, at the door. He was here on a business trip with his lover, and the last thing he wanted was for him to discover his true adulterous nature, especially under circumstances such as these.
He leaned forward. Hanes stood leaning against the service bar, his cock straining against the taut fabric of his jeans. Leo couldn't help himself. He reached over the bar and cupped that package in his right hand.
Hanes' initial surprise gave way to delight. In a flash, he had unzipped and flopped his throbbing penis into Leo's waiting palm. Leo began stroking it, darting nervous glances over his shoulder at the door.
The English youth leaned closer, his hips thrusting his cock against Leo's hand. His right hand reached out and unzipped Leo's trousers.
With an anguished gasp of delight, Leo allowed himself to be fondled. Hanes had a gentle yet firm touch that caused Leo to flush hotly with lust.
The excitement built within his loins. Leo looked constantly at the door, sure someone would walk in or look in and see them. The sense of danger heightened his pleasure.
Leo moved his hand more quickly over the sensitive flesh of Hanes' penis. Hanes, his face contorted with the spasms of lust, began shooting his cum over Leo's fingers and splashing the bottles and floor with it.
Leo groaned in pain and frustration but pulled his cock away from Hanes' all-too-knowing fingers. Hanes looked surprised and hurt, and bent forward to begin cleaning up his mess.
"I can't," Leo whispered, and slid off the bar stool. He hastily restored his penis to its former resting place and threw a twenty-dollar bill on the bar. He walked quickly out and ran directly to his room.
Hanes smiled to himself and scooped up the money. That made the third one this week.
* * *
The elevator moved very slowly. William Foley watched the indicator light with narrowed eyes. The elevator stopped on the top floor and stayed there for five minutes by his watch. Frowning, William gazed at the light. The elevator was moving again, this time at a reasonable pace.
The bell pinged. The elevator doors slid open and a guest stepped out, a man William recognized as one of the rock stars occupying the concierge floor. The manager nodded briefly and stepped into the elevator.
"Top floor," he said tersely to the boy operating the elevator. The boy giggled and blushed. William regarded him stonily, an idea beginning to form at the back of his mind.
He got out and strolled to the health spa. Peering into the gym, he could see that Kelevin was already hard at it, giving his muscles a work-out. He allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. Good. Keep the little bastard sweaty and pumped-up. That was how William liked them.
He walked into the main office, but Kent was nowhere to be seen. A query to the receptionist elicited the information that Kent had not shown up yet. William digested the news silently. If Sherill weren't careful, he'd find himself out of a job.
William stopped outside the gym one more time on his way back to the elevator bank. He watched Kelevin for a little while, enjoying the way the boy's body moved and reliving in his mind the carnal joys of the night before.
Again, the elevator was taking its time. It was the same one, William recognized from the lighted board. It appeared to be sitting now on the concierge floor. He frowned, then turned around abruptly and made for the stairs.
The concierge floor was one floor below this floor. No suites were available up here, for the very good reason that it was taken up by the health spa.
Only the wealthiest could afford to stay on the concierge floor, and William knew that great wealth usually meant poor manners. Whomever was holding up the operation of his hotel would not escape unscathed by his virulent tongue.
William swung open the stair door and strode down the corridor. He stopped abruptly when the elevator hove into view.
The doors were open. A tall, lanky, long-haired brunette, lead singer for one of the most popular European heavy-metal rock bands, stood outside the elevator, hands buried in the hair of the elevator boy, who was on his knees and slurping on the man's penis.
"Cartwright!" William's voice rasped along the corridor, making both men jump. The brunette pulled his penis out of the boy's mouth and zipped it back into his jeans. The elevator operator leapt awkwardly to his feet, wiping his hand across his mouth.
"I must ask you," William said to the singer, his voice razor-sharp, "to forgive the obvious lapse of manners exhibited by this member of my staff. I hope you will not be inconvenienced like this again during your all-too-brief stay in the hotel. In future, you would perhaps also wish a bit more privacy. May I suggest a stable, or haystack?"
He turned to the crimson elevator boy and indicated DOWN. The boy pressed the button and the doors closed before the rock star had even begun to formulate his answer.
"In my office," was all William said. Cartwright followed him, his eyes tear-filled, his face still a bright red.
William sat behind his desk. He frowned awfully at the boy, who stood by the door, sniffling. "Needless to say, you're fired," William said. "But-"
"No buts," William cut in smoothly. "I will give you two weeks severance pay, more than generous under the circumstances. I cannot, however, give you a recommendation." His temper flared.
"How dare you!" he shouted. "In my resort! You common little tramp!"
"You can't talk to me like that," Cartwright sniffled, his hand on the doorknob. "I've got rights-"
"Get out before I have you thrown out," William said, writing rapidly. He looked up after a minute. The boy still stood there, a frightened, defiant look on his face.
"What are you waiting for?" William asked him.
"I'll tell everyone what you are if you fire me," the boy threatened. William merely smiled.
"Oh? And what is that, and why do you suppose anyone would listen to you?"
"They'd have to. I'll tell them about you and the ski instructor, that new one."
"What about him?" William asked softly. A vein began to throb in his temple.
"I know why you hired him, why you only hire the ones with the perfect bodies. You're a fucking faggot!"
"Cartwright, you've been invited once to leave under your own power. If you persist in this attitude, I will have you bodily removed from the premises and arrested for disturbing the peace. As for your accusation, it comes well from one who's been servicing the concierge floor for the last several weeks."
Cartwright's face flared crimson again. "You bastard," he whispered. "They made me do it."
"Go," William said, wearily. "I'm not interested. Leave your uniform with the security guards when you go."
Cartwright sent him one last, hate-filled glance.
"I'll get you, you thieving bastard," he said, and slipped out of the door. William stared after him, his hands tightly clenched in front of him, his heart pounding wildly.
He gave himself time to get himself under control again, then buzzed his secretary to call down to the ski hut and have Kelevin meet him in his office.
* * *
"So, are you enjoying being the new skiing guru?" Phil asked, his face beaming with a friendly grin.
"Yeah," Kelevin replied, keeping his distance. He needed no other complications, and this kid was ripe for causing some.
He'd begun by eying Kelevin hungrily the moment he'd walked into the hut. He made obvious mistakes to make Kelevin come over and correct him. He took every opportunity to touch the other boy whenever they were close together.
Phil had been at it for a week now. He was determined to get into Kelevin's shorts, and Kelevin was as determined to keep him out. For one thing, the kid wasn't really his type. For another, he noticed a particular warmth between Kent and Phil, and didn't want to get in Kent's way. The most important consideration, however, was his relationship with William. Kelevin was not going to jeopardize that for anything.
The little blonde sat down on a bench in the steam room and watched Kelevin. Phil had wound a towel around his body, but noticed that Kelevin didn't bother. Phil looked him over with approval. A very good body, nice and taut and trim. Phil's eyes dropped lower and he licked his lips.
Kelevin, aware of the eyes on him, stood with his eyes closed, letting the steam open up his pores. He stood with his hands on his hips, conscious of Phil's open admiration. He decided to show off a little bit, and extending his arms outward, turned slowly around, in a complete circle.
"Nice pirouette, prima donna," rasped a familiar voice in his ear. Kelevin's eyes flew open. Kent stood, smiling mockingly down at him.
Blushing, Kelevin hurtled past Kent and left the steam room, slamming the door behind him. Kent laughed and turned to Phil, who edged away.
"Are you being a bad boy?" he asked gently. Phil shook his head, his blue eyes wide and innocent. He'd avoided Kent for the past week, since their altercation in the shower.
"You'd better go," he quavered in a soft voice. Kent snorted with laughter.
"Take off that towel," he said, dropping his own.
"No," said Phil. He stood up and tried to go around Kent. Kent undid the knot at Phil's waist with impatient fingers. He dropped the towel on the floor. He took the boy in his arms and began kissing him, on the mouth, on the neck, on the chest.
Phil squirmed and tried to release himself.
"I don't want you," he said, his teeth clenched.
"I want you," Kent replied.
"Leave me alone. You made it all too clear what you think of me," Phil stormed. He struggled in Kent's arms.
Kent picked the boy up and laid him gently on the bench. Phil frantically tried to squirm away.
"No, you bastard, I don't want you. I told you so. Kent, let me go," he protested. Kent looked down at his throbbing penis and grinned.
"Be friendly," he urged. Phil struggled harder.
"Let me go," he began furiously, then gave a sudden cry as Kent parted his asscheeks and plunged in.
Phil's cry was in earnest; not only was he still smarting from Kent's supposition about him the other day, but the bench was extremely hard. All the benches in the steam room were of marble, and were constructed for their sumptuous look more than their comfort. As Kent fucked him, Phil's penis was rubbed against the hard marble of the bench. He gritted his teeth and gripped the edge of the bench tight.
Kent crouched above the boy, holding him down with big hands on his hips as he fucked him. His fingers dug into the boy's flesh, unmindful of bruises.
Phil cried and moaned, pleading with Kent to let him up. His cock was going to be ground to a pulp. Kent ignored him and fucked harder.
He felt his ballsac filling with jism. His balls grew heavier and slapped hard against the boy's asscheeks with a satisfying whack. Phil cried out each time they smacked him.
Phil's balls and cock were on fire. He tried raising his body off the bench, but Kent was too strong, holding the boy firmly in place.
His breath began coming faster and shorter. The blood pounded through his veins. His balls clamoured for release.
Shouting, Kent came, shooting deep inside Phil's ass and squeezing the slender hips convulsively.
Phil gave a final, gasping cry and collapsed on the bench as Kent let him go. Kent stepped back and regarded the boy cheerfully but breathlessly.
"Now, do fifty laps," he rasped out.
Phil just rolled his eyes. He slowly sat up, swinging his legs up beside him.
"You're a rough bastard," he complained, looking at himself. "How long do you think you'd keep your job if I told my old man you'd raped me?" He pointed to a large bruise forming on his upper thigh. Kent shrugged.
"Wouldn't matter so much to me if you did," he said. "It certainly wouldn't get you much sympathy from your old man, I suspect."
Phil's eyes filled with tears. He sat, holding his knees to his chest, looking at Kent.
"Oh, all right," Kent sighed. He sat beside Phil. The boy slid away from him.
"I'm sorry," Kent said. "You're irresistible, did you know that?"
"No," said Phil. "Besides, you're supposed to be above all that. Aren't you? Isn't that the premise under which they hired you?"
"Look, little boy, you're the one who tackled me in the shower. Don't go crying to your Daddy now because I took the next logical step."
Kent rose to his feet and towered over Phil. He bent down and took the boy's face between his hands. Gently, he kissed him on the lips.
"I am sorry if I hurt you," he whispered gently. "Next time, don't linger where you know the big boys are." He retrieved his towel and strode out of the steam room, leaving Phil crying on the bench behind him.
* * *
Kelevin lay on his side on the big bed. He was naked, and his hands were bound in front of him. William had expressed a preference for Kelevin with his hands and/or ankles bound and the Irish boy had given in with much bad grace. He was afraid of putting himself that completely into someone else's hands.
William's hands moved slowly and sensuously over the boy's skin. His right hand probed into Kelevin's asscrack, two fingers finding the tight hole and sliding inside.
Kelevin bit his lip as the fingers roughly moved inside him. William was rarely gentle with him anymore; Kelevin would have given a lot to know what had happened.
Since moving into William's house, Kelevin had been on his best behaviour. He'd severed all ties with his wild past, even dismissing his 'father' so that no indiscretion could possibly be laid at his door. He wanted to hang onto William as long as possible.
Despite his efforts at pleasing William, he detected a certain anger and moodiness constant almost all the time. He thought of saying something, and realized that if it was something he'd done, perhaps leaving well enough alone was the wisest course.
He moaned now as the fingers moved faster, opening up his asshole. He gritted his teeth as the fingers were withdrawn, to be followed, he was sure, almost immediately by William's rock-hard prick.
William rolled the boy onto his bellyand began rubbing his fingers into the crack with more fervour.
"Mmm," murmured Kelevin, burying his head down further in the pillows. His naked ass quivered as William's hands stroked it, rubbing oil on it and into Kelevin's ass crack.
Kelevin squirmed as William's fingers probed into his asshole, forcing it to open a little further each time. His penis was hardening under him, a circumstance which William took note of when he slid one hand under Kelevin's body. He took hold of the shaft of the penis and squeezed.
A gasp of pleasure escaped Kelevin's lips as William knelt between the boy's thighs and stroked his penis while probing into his ass. Kelevin lifted his body slightly to allow William freer access to his cock.
William now had four fingers inside Kelevin and was rubbing them sensuously back and forth against the walls of Kelevin's anal tract. His left hand moved up and down Kelevin's shaft, alternately stroking and squeezing.
Kelevin groaned as the fingers were withdrawn. He kept his eyes closed as William's weight shifted on the bed. William let go of Kelevin's cock. Kelevin felt the tip of William's penis nudging against his bumhole. He drew in his breath.
William grabbed a fistful of Kelevin's hair. His other hand on his cock, he forced the head into Kelevin's tight hole. Kelevin cried out, his fingers digging into the mattress.
"Oh, yeah," sighed William, easing himself in. He let go of his cock, sliding deeper into Kelevin. His other hand he used to cover Kelevin's mouth. He drew back momentarily, looking down at the boy underneath him.
With a wild whoop, William plunged all the way in.
Behind the hand, Kelevin cried out, the cry only partially muffled by William. He twisted under William, trying to get into a better position. But William held him still, his one hand buried in Kelevin's hair, the other pressed tight against the boy's lips.
Kelevin's eyes teared up. William was riding him harder than he ever had; his cock was plunging in deeper. Kelevin felt a burning, tearing sensation and knew he was bleeding. His cock was being rubbed raw against the rough fabric of the blanket.
Anyone who tried to tell him that men in their thirties couldn't keep going was out of their mind. William was almost non-stop. Kelevin didn't know when he'd last been so sore. They fucked every night, two or three times. They fucked again at least twice in the morning, and William frequently called Kelevin to his office at the resort when he wanted sex.
I'm nothing more than a whore, Kelevin thought, and the thought made his cheeks burn. He was used to better pay for the kind of work he was being forced to do.
William, unaware of the rebellious thoughts stirring in the mind of his bed-slave, fucked with a wild abandon. He loved Kelevin's capacity to take him; he supposed he should have expected as much, considering the boy's past. Still, William had never had it so good; the more he fucked the boy, the more he wanted to.
William panted and grunted in Kelevin's ear. He had let go of the hair, though he still held Kelevin's lips tightly closed. He now placed both hands on Kelevin's shoulders and began delivering deep, powerful thrusts against Kelevin's prostate.
Shuddering and crying out, Kelevin came, his cum swallowed up by the blanket beneath him. William paused, deep inside Kelevin, long enough to feel the boy's shuddering underneath him. Then he thrust in again, his force driving him up to the hilt against Kelevin's ass.
The blood was pounding in William's head. He felt his balls drawing up painfully as his hard shaft was squeezed by the tight walls surrounding it. His body was sweating freely, droplets of sweat dropping onto Kelevin below.
William started shouting as the cum burst out of his cock and was swallowed deep inside Kelevin. Again and again the cum flowed from his hot meat. He groaned and continued rubbing against Kelevin until the last drop was forced out. Then he dropped forward onto the boy's prone body.
Kelevin lay without moving for a few minutes, until it got too difficult to breathe. He nudged his elbow against William's side a couple of times with no result. Finally, he raised himself up on his arms, throwing William off onto his side.
They lay side by side, panting. William threw his arm across Kelevin's shoulders and pulled him down beside him. His fingers wound themselves in Kelevin's hair and he played with it, gently tugging on it and stroking it.
"Hey," Kelevin said, raising his bound wrists in the air, "could I at least be set free long enough to pee?"
"Can't you pee with your hands bound?" asked William sleepily. "Why not? You can hold it just as well with two hands as one. Better, probably." His eyes closed and his breathing became deep and regular.
Kelevin watched him sleep, resentment marring his perfect features. He got off the bed and went to the kitchen to find a knife.
It was hard slicing through the rope, but he managed at last. Contemptuously, he threw both knife and rope on the counter. Returning to the bedroom, he dressed swiftly, keeping an eye on William.
He left the apartment, taking care to make sure he had his keys and plenty of William's money. Then he headed to the less upscale side of the city, to his favourite haunt, where he hadn't been in over two weeks.
CHAPTER FOUR
The first thing Kent noticed about
William Foley was how drawn and haggard he looked.
"Here, sit down," he said, unlocking the door of the office. William pushed past him and sat in the chair facing the desk.
"What can I do for you, sir?" Kent asked, his amazement making him deferential for the first time in their long association.
"I take it he hasn't come to work yet," William said.
"He who?" asked Kent.
"Kelevin Gordos. The new addition to the ski staff."
"No, he hasn't shown up yet. He should be here soon. What's wrong?"
William pushed himself out of the chair.
"When he gets in, please send him directly to my office. Thank you." He left without another word, and Kent sat staring after him, speechless.
William made his usual tour of the resort, quieter and less acerbic than usual. He was in his office, going through the morning's mail, when Kelevin knocked on the door.
"What's up?" the boy asked, his brown eyes snapping with glee or insolence, William couldn't tell which.
"Where did you go last night?" he asked quietly.
"Out. I'm sick of being your goddamn prisoner, William. I'm not a little boy. I don't need you telling me where I can go, whom I can see, blah, blah, blah."
William held up his hand. "Enough. I don't really care. Give me back my keys."
Wordlessly, Kelevin handed over the keys. "I'll see to it your things are sent to wherever you are staying."
"Where I'm staying is with you, William."
"No, no longer. I won't be used by you this way, Kelevin." William stood up. Kelevin, his eyes wide, realized that he might really have fucked things up this time. He abruptly dropped to his knees.
William gazed at him.
"What are you doing?" he asked waspishly.
"Willy, I'm sorry." The boy's eyes were filled with tears. "I lost my temper and had to go out to cool off. I'm not used to living like this. Please, Willy," Kelevin's voice dropped to a husky whisper, "I'll do anything you like."
William stared down at him. He let Kelevin unzip his trousers, a cruel smile on his lips.
"Anything?" he asked.
"Anything," the boy murmured, his face buried in William's pubic hair.
"All right. I want to have a party. I want you to attend. You'll be the guest of honour."
"Sure, Willy." Kelevin wrapped his mouth around William's hard cock and began sucking. William threw his head back, moaning as the lips and tongue went into action.
William abruptly pushed the boy away, stepping back and zipping up.
"All right, cancel your move." He gave Kelevin a smile. "I'll hang onto your keys until tonight, however, and drive you home after work."
Kelevin nodded, his eyes shining with sincerity.
William watched him get back to his feet.
"Get back to work, you silly boy," he said, sitting behind his desk again. Kelevin saluted and left the office, grinning.
William picked up the telephone and dialled a number.
"In the master suite, I think would be most suitable," he said at the conclusion of his conversation. He hung up and swiveled around to sit staring out the window for a long time.
* * *
Kent, looking around the gym in the health spa, saw that the two big Norwegians were back. They were guests in the resort, and came to work out every day, though they had yet to hit the slopes. Their arms and thighs bulged pretty nicely with muscles, but not as nicely as the bulges between their thighs.
He grinned and turned away. They were lifting weights, occasionally stroking each other's backs. Both men had worked up a real sweat.
The gym was close to empty at this time of day. It was the only time Kent could get a work-out. He hadn't been working out like he ought to until lately, but with Kelevin able to take on a lot of the ski lessons, Kent had a little spare time.
Kent turned as one of the Norwegians let out a loud yell and the walls resounded with a heavy crash. He ran over to the press.
"It's all right," one of them said, a little breathlessly. He lay on his back on the bench-press, his friend towering above him. They were both blushing. A hundred-pound weight lay on the floor beside the bench.
"We're sorry for causing a commotion," said the standing one. He was a good two inches taller than Kent and stood smiling down at him, his golden red hair and hazel eyes a perfect complement to his golden tan.
Kent felt a little nervous as they both continued to regard him so closely. He laughed and began to move away, but the taller one put a hand on his arm.
"You teach well," he said. "Nile and I have been observing your class."
"Yeah?" said Kent, trying not to too-evidently disengage himself. "Maybe you should join."
"No," said the man, introducing himself as Swen, "this is our form of exercise. Skiing is too cold." He dropped his arm and bent down to pick up the fallen weight. Kent's jaw tried to drop as Swen picked up the weight with one hand. Nile saw his look and smiled.
He pushed the weights off himself and sat up. Swen reached down and pulled him to his feet.
"Well," said Kent, "I guess I'll be running along now. Keep up the good work."
"We always keep it up," Nile said, a twinkle in his eye. This time, the invitation was unmistakable. Kent looked at the two of them and the thought of being in bed with both at the same time made his knees weak. He didn't consider himself a bottom-man, but knew he could be if the situation was right.
He gave a deprecating wave of his hand and backed off.
"See you around," he said, and practically ran from the gym. The two Norse gods watched him go with some regret.
"Nice, hmm?" Swen murmured to Nile, catching him in his arms and fondling him through his minuscule shorts.
"Very. Hope we haven't scared him off permanently."
"No, not him. He's curious. He'll be back. Let's go upstairs, Nile. Now," Swen ordered as Nile showed a disposition to linger.
* * *
Kelevin, feeling cocky, stood watching Phil shower. There was no denying that the boy had a pretty nice body, if you liked the slender, girlish type. His cock strained upward and his nipples were hard. He breathed harder as the water hit his skin.
Phil turned and saw Kelevin watching him. He blushed and turned away again. It was a free country, but he wished the guy wouldn't stare so much. Ever since he'd made it plain that Phil wasn't his kind of action, Phil had avoided him as well as Kent.
His skin began to tingle at the thought of Kent. He'd been unable to get him out of his mind since the afternoon of the rape. His old man, a doctor of the old school-dull, stodgy and boring-had even noticed a change in Phil. Phil didn't care anymore if he did lose the doctor. Kent was his goal, now.
He jumped when he felt the hand on his ass. Whirling around, he almost fell on the tiled floor. Strong arms caught and held him. He looked up into Kelevin's eyes.
"What-what do you want?" he stammered. In answer, Kelevin pressed his body against Phil. His cock was hard and strained against the boy. Kelevin took Phil's hand and placed it on his penis.
"I want some company," he said. He pushed the boy back against the tiled wall and began caressing Phil's slender body.
Phil moaned and tried to push him away. He was no match for Kelevin's superior strength, and the slipperiness of the shower gave him no purchase whatsoever. He floundered and would have fallen, but Kelevin caught him again and held him tight to his chest.
"What's the matter, pretty boy? You wanted me last week."
"Change of heart," Phil said, trying to keep his voice light. "I'm clean already, besides, and if I don't get out soon, I'll wrinkle."
"Can't have that," said Kelevin, but made no move to let Phil go. His hands continued rubbing over the boy's body, making Phil alternately hot with lust and cold with fear.
Kelevin's mouth found Phil's again. He slid his tongue into the boy's mouth and began Frenching him. He forced Phil into a corner and began lifting him off the floor.
"Put me down," the boy said, his voice no longer gentle and placating. "I'm afraid of heights."
Kelevin didn't answer. He cupped Phil's asscheeks, spreading them wide. His fingers slid into the boy's asshole, probing deep. Despite his fear and anger at this treatment, Phil began moaning with desire.
Kelevin held the boy in a tight grip. His fingers opened Phil's bumhole a little wider and he slid the head of his cock inside. The boy let out a whimper. Kelevin hoisted him higher, clasping Phil's legs around his waist.
Holding the boy's asscheeks, Kelevin began moving Phil up and down on his hard rod. Phil threw his arms about Kelevin's shoulders and wrapped his legs around the older boy's waist. He held on tightly as Kelevin began thrusting harder and deeper into him.
The water pounded down around them. Phil's cock rubbed against the hair on Kelevin's belly as his body moved back and forth. His loins throbbed with new desire as Kelevin's cock probed deep, banging the boy's prostate with each thrust.
Kelevin's mouth was on Phil's mouth again, his tongue seeking Phil's. The boy wound his fingers in Kelevin's curly hair, forcing his head down and sliding his own tongue inside Kelevin's mouth.
The Irish lad groaned. His hips moved faster, forcing more of his cock up into Phil's asshole. Phil ground his hips against Kelevin. Kelevin squeezed Phil's asscheeks in his hands. He began moving the boy faster, up and down, along his throbbing shaft.
His balls tightened and drew up against his pelvis. He held Phil against the wall now, and drove furiously into him. Phil cried out against Kelevin's mouth as Kelevin began filling his ass with hot, creamy jism.
Kelevin threw his head back and howled at the tiled ceiling as his cum burst from his cock. He pounded fiercely up inside Phil as more cum shot out of his throbbing, jolting cock.
As abruptly as he had entered Phil, Kelevin pulled out. He dropped Phil unceremoniously onto the floor. Phil hit feet first and stumbled forward onto his knees, at Kelevin's feet. Kelevin smiled. He grabbed a fistful of hair and rubbed Phil's face across his crotch.
Phil moaned and tried to pull back.
"I want to se� you come," Kelevin told him. Phil shook his head. His hands came up, trying to free himself from Kelevin's firm grasp. Kelevin shook him by the hair.
"I said, I want to see you come. Jerk off, you little pervert."
Phil's eyes filled with tears as Kelevin pulled his hair hard. He again tried to pull away, and Kelevin slapped him across the face.
The boy's hands dropped. With his right hand, he began hesitantly stroking his risen flesh. His left hand caressed Kelevin's balls.
"No," said Kelevin. "Play with yourself. I got mine, now I want to watch you get yours."
Phil began stroking harder. With his left hand, he rubbed his own balls while his fingers moved swiftly over his turgid shaft.
"That's right, slut," breathed Kelevin, pulling gently on Phil's golden locks. "Jerk it. Pull it. I want to hear you cry as you come."
Phil's cry of delight was muffled by his mouth being suddenly pressed against Kelevin's pubic hair. His body jerked spasmodically as his fingers brought him over.the edge into orgasmic heaven.
Both boys leaned heavily against the tiled wall of the shower, trying to get their breath back. Kelevin was the first to speak.
"God," was all he said. His fingers niffled fondly through Phil's hair. Phil, still on his knees, looked up at him with shining eyes.
"Better get up, slut," Kelevin said grinning. He put out a hand and pulled Phil to his feet. Phil leaned against him, gently caressing Kelevin's chest.
Neither was aware of the shadow who had watched them so quietly, and as quietly slipped away.
* * *
Promptly at five o'clock, Kelevin showed up in William's office. William did not look up from his paperwork, but waved a hand in the boy's direction. Kelevin sauntered over to the window and gazed out of it until William was ready for him.
"All set?" William asked the boy. Kelevin nodded.
"Where are we going tonight?" he asked.
"I have a few things I have to see to in the lodge first," William told him. "Then we can go home."
Kelevin eyed him speculatively. Polite and correct as ever, there was still something odd about William's manner. Kelevin shrugged it off and followed the older man out of the office.
They took one of the private elevators to the concierge floor. Kelevin had never realized there were any private elevators and looked around interestedly. It was an elevator like any other, but it let out directly into a large, sumptuously decorated room, done mostly in subtle cream and green.
"Sit down," invited William. "I just have a number of little things to see to, and then I'll be right with you."
Kelevin sank into one of the easy chairs. William poured him a drink and then left the room. Kelevin sipped his drink and looked appreciatively around the room.
At first, he couldn't put his finger on what was so odd, and then he realized that the bed was not made up. Not only was it not made up, there were no blankets nor pillows nor sheets to make it up with. Only a mattress pad covered the bed.
The other puzzling thing was the raised dais in the corner. It looked like the kind of platform small bands used to set up on, but there were iron posts driven into it, with what looked like leather shackles attached to them. Kelevin stared at this for a long time, pondering.
His head began to swim. He put the glass down on the table beside his chair and tried to stand up. His legs did not want to function, and he got dizzy. He sat back in his chair, scared now.
Of its own volition, his head dropped forward. He strained to keep his eyes open, but his lids drooped over them. The lights began to fade, and Kelevin gave up the struggle. His head dropped forward onto his chest, and he began gently snoring.
He awoke to the sounds of movement and the feeling of hands on his body. Groggily, he raised his head. Two massive men stood in front of him, one of them holding him by the arms. He drew back in alarm and looked wildly around for William.
"Good," the taller, darker one said. He spoke with a heavy German accent. "He's awake. Okay. Bind his hands behind his back and shackle him to the raised dais." He let go of Kelevin and turned away.
The second man lifted Kelevin easily.
"Come on, now," he said, not ungently, and pulled Kelevin to the raised platform. He quickly fastened the shackles together behind Kelevin's back, and attached the floor-mounted shackles to the boy's ankles. Then, with a swat on the boy's ass, he left him.
Kelevin, chained and quaking with fear, did not hear William until the other was standing directly behind him.
"Well, now look at that," William said. He had other men with him, a group of about six. Also, standing beside him, naked and despondent, little Phil. Kelevin stared at him, his eyes wide. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
"I was disappointed in your behaviour, Kelevin. So was this one's," a gentle shake of Phil, "master. We came to the same decision, and that is that you both need discipline. These gentlemen here," William waved his hand in the direction of the two German men, who'd been joined by three other men, "are going to carry this out for me. We shall all watch. In future, you will perhaps think twice before cheating on me again."
"You can't do this," Kelevin whispered to William's back. "This is illegal. I'll have you in prison before you can blink, you bastard. We're both free agents." A nod of his head indicated Phil, who stood shivering in William's hard grasp.
William turned back. Mounting the dais, he took Kelevin's chin in his hand.
"I don't think so, slut," he said, very low but clear. "I don't really believe you will want to do consult any authorities. They know too much about your past. In any case, it doesn't matter. You belong to me now. I intend to put my mark upon you." He turned away again, and he and his guests sat in chairs facing the dais, William pulling the unresisting Phil into his lap. With a nod, William indicated that the other men should commence their work.
Kelevin watched the men approaching with a flutter of fear. He'd been double-teamed a few times before, but never experienced anything like this. He looked appealingly at William, but William returned his gaze blandly, his fingers moving languorously over Phil's smooth skin.
Sandis, the tall, darker skinned man, put a gag in Kelevin's mouth, fastening it tightly behind the boy's head. His fingers moved quickly over Kelevin's body, probing into the boy's anus, lifting and caressing the balls and penis. He caressed Kelevin's nipples, feeling them grow erect under his fingers.
One of the other men, a blonde with a terrific tan, named Carlton, approached, holding a tray of dildoes, whips, and nipple clamps, plus some other objects Kelevin didn't look at too closely, out to Sandis for selection. Sandis chose a large, leather covered dildo and held it up. William nodded. Kelevin stared at it wide-eyed. It was bigger than William's cock, which had been the biggest thing Kelevin had ever experienced. Until now.
Sandis picked up a tube of lubricating jelly and smeared a little on Kelevin's asshole. He rubbed it sensuously into the boy's bum.
His fingers spread the hole wider. He introduced the head of the dildo into the tight hole, and Kelevin hollered behind the gag. Sandis shoved the dildo all the way in, and Kelevin gave a choked scream.
Hands were roaming his body, caressing his penis and balls. Fingers rubbed and pinched his nipples. He felt hands on his ass, rubbing and massaging. And still that big dildo kept moving in and out, causing a friction to build in the boy's anal tract.
Despite the pain, the feeling was arousing
Kelevin. His penis stiffened in the hand that held it. He moaned and began thrusting his hips forward, his eyes closed.
Pain flared in his nipples, making his eyes flash open. Nipple clamps had been attached, and were now being tugged on by Sandis. Kelevin whimpered and his cock got harder.
The fake penis invading his bowels moved faster now, and probed deeper. Each thrust forced him upward, almost making his feet leave the floor.
The hand caressing and stroking his penis abruptly left off, and Kelevin cried out behind the gag. He thrust his cock frantically forward, but nothing met it. Frustrated, he dropped back, but the ramming dildo made him move with each thrust.
Sandis let go of the dildo and, putting a hand on Kelevin's shoulder, forced the boy to his knees. Painfully, his feet twisted at an awkward angle, Kelevin dropped down. Sandis jerked his head at Chris, the third man, who moved up behind Kelevin. Kneeling beside the boy, Chris grasped the dildo and began thrusting it into Kelevin with as much force as Sandis had.
Standing in front of Kelevin, Sandis loosened the snaps on his leather jock-strap. He drew out his hard cock, and slapped it across Kelevin's face. He reached around and removed the gag from Kelevin's mouth. With a wicked grin, he pried the boy's lips apart, and forced all ten inches into the boy's mouth and down his throat.
Kelevin choked on the huge prick, his throat closing down momentarily, then opening up again as his well-developed instincts took over. He began licking and sucking on Sandis' thick meat.
The dildo thrust in deeper, to the hilt. Kelevin jumped, keeping from biting Sandis with some difficulty. Hislongish, curly hair was roughly grasped by Sandis as he fucked the boy's mouth, and the dildo rammed repeatedly against Kelevin's prostate. He felt weak-kneed. He wished he could see William's face at this point.
The thought of William observing all this made his body flush all over hotly. His penis, which had dropped down slightly, rose again, stiffening of its own accord.
There were murmurs of approval from the seated watching men. Sandis put both hands on Kelevin's head and pulled the boy forward. His thrusts grew rougher and harder, slamming the back of Kelevin's throat.
Kelevin felt his testicles growing harder and heavier as they filled with cum. His hips moved with each thrust of the dildo. Precum from Sandis' prick was trickling down his throat now.
Kelevin's cock was throbbing. He felt the dildo pressing hard against his prostate, felt the hard cock between his lips swelling up, and he was over the edge.
His cum shot out, hitting Sandis' bare legs. Sandis grimaced and slapped the boy across the face, but that didn't stop Kelevin, who poured forth another jolt of cum.
Sandis now began grunting, thrusting deeply into the boy's throat. His balls filled with cum, and shot it through his cock into the boy's mouth. He pulled out immediately.
Kelevin licked up every drop greedily. Some of the cum spilled over his lips and ran down his face. He licked frantically, trying to reach Sandis' cock again.
Sandis shoved him away. Kelevin cried out as the push forced him back on his ass, sending the dildo deep inside him again, and twisting his ankles quite painfully.
Chris, at a glance from Sandis, reached up for the keys and unlocked the shackles holding Kelevin's feet in place. The boy heaved a tremendous sigh of relief.
The dildo was abruptly removed. Kelevin was turned around and his asscheeks parted so that the group of men could see his ravaged, puckered asshole. William nodded approvingly.
Sandis ordered Chris out of the way, and picked up a whip. Bending Kelevin forward so that his arms were flat against the floor of the platform and his ass upended, Sandis slowly rubbed the handle of the whip over the boy's asscheeks.
With a whistling sound, the whiplash descended on that upturned ass. Kelevin cried out, and Sandis ordered the gag put back in his mouth.
"No," intervened William. "We want to hear him cry out."
Sandis nodded, and brought the whip down again. Kelevin gritted his teeth, but could not stop the cry that rose to his lips. Tears filled his eyes as the whipping went on. Again and again the lash fell, and he cried out each time.
Bright red welts rose on his tender ass flesh. Sandis whipped him a dozen times, then stepped back.
William nodded, and Sandis handed the whip to Chris. He grasped hold of Kelevin's hair, and pulled him upright, turning him around to face the 'audience'.
William now approached and stood to Kelevin's left side.
"Do you love your master?" he asked. Kelevin nodded, his eyes streaming. "Then say so."
"I love you," Kelevin said, his eyes on William. William leaned forward.
"Again," he ordered. "I can barely hear you. And you didn't say 'Master'."
"I love you, Master," shouted Kelevin. Sandis grinned and slapped the boy on the ass. Kelevin gave a yelp of pain.
"How's that?" Sandis asked.
"Yes, I think I heard him that time," William replied. He nodded to Sandis, who again turned the boy around.
Carlton came up to Sandis holding a glowing brazier in one hand and a long, steel rod in the other. William returned to his seat, and Sandis forced Kelevin to his knees once more.
"Bend forward. Carlton, put his gag back in." Sandis reached out for the brazier and set it on the floor beside him. Carlton fastened the gag over Kelevin's mouth, and he and Chris knelt beside the boy, each one taking hold of an arm and an ass-cheek.
Sandis put the end of the rod in the fire, heating it. Carlton and Chris pulled the boy's asscheeks further apart.
Grasping the rod in one hand and leaning forward, Sandis placed the glowing red end against the delicate flesh of the boy's ass, just outside the crack of his ass.
Kelevin shrieked, his ass a glowing flame of pain as the rod pressed against it. It only lasted for a few seconds, but seemed to go on forever.
Sandis pulled the rod away and handed it to a fourth servant who now stood beside him. The man handed Sandis a cloth filled with ice, which Sandis applied to the burning brand on Kelevin's ass.
William now approached the dais, Phil in tow. William's eyes were shining as he looked at his brand on his boy's ass. He turned to Sandis and gave him a salute. Sandis returned it promptly, and gave William a sweeping bow in addition.
"Well done," William complimented Sandis and his cohorts. "Untie him and help him to the facilities. We'll want him again, soon."
"Very good, sir," said Sandis, and ordered Carlton and Chris to take care of that.
"Just a minute." William raised his hand. The two men paused.
William took Kelevin's face between his hands and very tenderly kissed him on the mouth. His tongue drove between the boy's teeth, plunging into the warm, dark recesses.
"I am delighted with you," he told Kelevin, pulling back. "You have made me very proud." He patted the boy on the ass and gave him a broad smile. Kelevin smiled back, tremulously, his heart overflowing with joy and love for his new master.
"Alright," said William, and Kelevin was escorted from the room.
CHAPTER FIVE
It Was Very early in the morning when Kent found himself back at the gym. Naturally, the spa was not open at five in the morning, but Kent had keys to the facilities, and often, when he could not sleep, he would go down to work out.
He stripped down to just his shorts and began exercising. After he had warmed up, he would lift some weights. He jogged a bit, did some stretches, and felt himself ready for the weights.
Standing over the bench-press, Kent thought again about Swen and Nile. Their muscled bodies and beautiful faces had filled his mind constantly in the past few days. He hadn't seen them since the afternoon of the dropped weights, and was afraid they'd left the resort. A pity that he hadn't taken them up on their offer, but in a way, he was relieved. He'd never been in the position of bottom before, and wasn't sure how he'd react when it got right down to it.
With no real enthusiasm, he lifted the weights. After a few minutes, he got fed up and placed them back down on the floor. It was then that he heard the chuckle behind him.
He whirled around. Nile and Swen both stood behind him.
"How the hell did you get in here?" rasped Kent, too startled to be polite.
"The door was open," answered Nile. "We needed the exercise and decided it was more conducive at this hour of the day."
"The gym's not open until nine am," Kent said.
"But you are here," said Swen. He walked around Kent and effortlessly picked up the heavy weights. With a grin, he hoisted them high in the air.
"Well," began Kent, but that was as far as he got. A hand on his shoulder made him turn around, and Nile kissed him full on the mouth.
Kent put up his hands, whether to push Nile away or pull him closer he wasn't clear, and they were firmly grasped from behind. Swen pulled Kent's wrists behind his back and held them tightly while Nile ran his hands over Kent's firmly muscled body.
Nile's tongue probed deeply into Kent's mouth. His fingers tugged at Kent's shorts, pulling them down around Kent's ankles.
Kent struggled half-heartedly in Swen's grip. He was too excited to think seriously about getting away. Nile's fingers grazed lightly over Kent's shaft and ballsac before sliding back up to caress Kent's nipples.
Swen used one hand to hold Kent's wrists, although it was no longer necessary. He caressed Kent's ass with his other hand, probing his fingers into the crack of Kent's ass, pinching and squeezing the firm asscheeks.
Nile's hands grasped Kent's penis. He pulled Kent forward and sat on the weight bench. His hands still on the other man's penis, he pulled Kent down beside him.
Kent was pushed onto his back. Nile stood over him, his own shorts kicked off into a corner and his penis standing tall and proud. Crouching lower, he leveraged Kent's mouth open and thrust his hard prick inside.
Kent felt his legs being grasped and hoisted into the air. Helplessly, his hands clutched at Nile's thighs.
Nile's huge penis slid to the back of his throat at the same time that Swen's massive cock entered Kent's asshole. Kent howled around his mouthful of meat and struggled against the hands holding him, but there was no escape.
Swen sank his cock in deeply, uttering a sighing gasp of relief as his cockhead struck home. For days now, he and Nile had dreamt of this moment. Kent had been constantly in their thoughts. Swen and Nile, their own relationship complete, liked to adventure outside the bounds of the conjugal bed, but only together. Kent was a perfect match for them.
Kent ceased struggling and devoted himself to giving Nile the best blow-job he'd ever had. It wasn't easy; the cock in his ass distracted Kent to a great degree. His mouth and tongue worked frantically on Nile's hard shaft while his hands cupped the Norseman's balls.
Nile closed his eyes in pleasure as the hot mouth surrounding his dick increased its pressure and heat. Hands on either side of Kent's head on the bench, he lowered himself even more, thrusting deeper into Kent's waiting, willing mouth.
Swen was saying something to him in Norwegian. Nile obediently pulled his cock out. Kent blinked up at him in surprise.
"What?" was all he got out. Swen pulled his cock out of Kent's ass then, and Kent yelped in pained astonishment. Nile grasped him by the hair and pulled him to a sitting position.
"On your knees," he said, indicating an exercise mat nearby. Kent, his body flushed with lust and excitement, did as he was told.
Nile knelt in front of Kent and, again grabbing a fistful of hair, forced Kent to bend forward. Again, his lips wrapped themselves around Nile's throbbing member.
Kent felt hands on his ass once more. He moaned and thrust his hips back. Fingers slid into his asshole, widening it again, and then, as before, Swen's hard cock slid inside him, making him gasp.
Swen put both hands on Kent's hips and slammed his dick home. Kent let out a healthy yell as the head of the cock hammered at his prostate. The mingled feelings of pain and pleasure caused his testicles to swell as his cock rose and hardened.
Nile reached under Kent and pinched his taut, tight nipples. Kent moaned. Nile pinched him harder, thrusting more of his cock down Kent's throat at the same time. Kent opened his throat up so as to allow the head of Nile's cock easier passage.
Swen now placed a hand on Kent's cock and began stroking. Kent grunted and thrust his hips back while trying to thrust his cock into Swen's palm.
The older Norseman laughed and rubbed harder. His fingers caressed Kent's balls, delighting in their hardness and fullness. He held Kent's penis tightly as he redoubled his efforts to shove his penis all the way through Kent's body via his asshole.
Kent squirmed wildly as the hot blood in his veins pounded through his cock. He'd never felt so complete before, as in the hands of these men. He strained to rub his penis even harder against Swen's palm.
Nile grunted and groaned as his cock banged Kent's tonsils. With every thrust, he slid more of his cock down Kent's throat. Kent did not protest. He sweated as the hard cock in his ass rubbed him raw, and the cock in his throat demanded more and more attention.
Kent swabbed at it with his tongue, as best he could. It was large and meaty, and Nile's balls began hitting Kent in the chin as he fucked Kent's mouth.
Swen began cursing in Norwegian as the pressure in his balls erupted in a long, steaming jet of hot-white cum.
Nile watched his lover coming, and his own cock could no longer restrain itself. Between the sight of Swen reaming out Kent, and the feeling of that hot mouth enveloping his penis, Nile felt the cum inside his balls straining for release. He let it go.
Kent gulped down as much of Nile's hot cum as he could. There was a lot, and some dribbled down his chin. Unabashed, he licked his lips, and looked up at Nile.
Swen pulled Kent back up to a kneeling position by use of his hair, and sat back. Nile knelt beside him.
"Do you feel like coming?" Swen asked Kent conversationally. Kent blushed.
"I-I guess so," he said, and put a hand on his cock.
"No." Swen stopped him. "Turn about is fair play, after all. Nile had your mouth, now it is only fair that you have his. Nile."
Somewhat reluctantly, Nile bent forward and took Kent's swollen member in his mouth. Kent gave a glad, surprised sigh of pleasure and put his hand on Nile's head.
Swen nodded to indicate his complete approval. Kent began fucking Nile's mouth in earnest, his hand in the younger man's hair, using it to maneuver his head up and down.
Nile's tongue arid lips caressed Kent's hard shaft, causing him to moan. He clutched Nile's hair tighter and shoved the head of his cock down Nile's throat.
The young Norse took it with aplomb. He felt fingers caressing his ass, and naturally spread his legs further apart. Swen thrust his thumb up Nile's ass, making Nile's eyes water.
Kent watched eagerly as Swen finger-fucked Nile, now inserting his index finger beside his thumb. Kent's cock stiffened even more inside Nile's hot mouth as he watched the spectacle in front of him.
Swen put in a second finger, beside the thumb and first finger. Nile groaned and began to sweat.
Kent pulled furiously on Nile's hair, his cock pounding back against Nile's xhroat. His cock swelled and began to spew forth creamy, hot, white jizz.
Swen smiled, hearing Kent's cry of relief and exultation as his cum burst forth. Without further ado, he removed his fingers and thumb from Nile's asshole, bidding his young lover to sit up.
The three men looked at each other with mutual admiration and desire.
"Have you ever considered traveling around Europe? To perhaps Norway?" Swen suddenly asked Kent. Kent laughed and got to his feet.
"You mean in your company? It's tempting. But my job is here; everything I know is here."
Swen and Nile also rose and began replacing their discarded garments.
"Well, if you change your mind, we are leaving in the morning," Swen told Kent.
"I'll keep it in mind," Kent told him, "and thanks. For everything." He rubbed his sore ass as he spoke and winked at Nile.
* * *
Phil lay under William, his legs spread, his hands bound to the headboard above him. Beside him crouched Kelevin, but a very different young man from the one who had raped Phil in the shower the other day. Kelevin was subdued and complacent, doing whatever he was bidden to do.
William was fucking Phil with a slow, easy rhythm, delighting in the boy's expression of fear and quick, panicked breathing. This was not Phil's first transgression, and he knew that the boy's old man was determined to make him pay. Which was one reason why he was here.
The other was William's inability to keep his hands off beautiful bodies. Even if Phil had not been placed at his disposal, he would have taken him, sooner or later. William was ruthless and cruel, although, as Kelevin had seen, he did have his softer sides.
Phil's ass was sore, but he did not complain. He thought the less he protested, the sooner it would all be over. He knew he'd fucked up royally, and hoped this would be the only punishment forced on him.
From the fact that Kelevin was lying beside him, he sensed that there would be more. He was scared of these men and what they might do. His old man was, after all, pretty mild-mannered when all was said and done. Not so William, as Phil had already witnessed.
"Kelevin," said William, very softly, "fuck his mouth."
Kelevin at once rose to his knees. He grasped Phil's long, blonde hair in one hand and forced the boy's mouth open with his other.
Phil gasped and thrashed wildly about, but Kelevin slapped him and rammed his cock into the boy's mouth. Phil closed his eyes, gagging as the heavy penis slammed against the back of his throat. He made a choking noise as the head thrust against his tonsils.
Kelevin felt his cum rising to the surface already. He was aching and bruised, but the thought of forcing his will on someone else after what had transpired earlier filled him with a mad lust. He began thrusting ferociously into Phil's open, helpless mouth. He reached down suddenly and pinched a nipple.
William grinned humourlessly as he watched Kelevin abusing Phil's nipples. He drove harder into Phil's asshole, drawing a moan of pain from the young man.
He let go of one of Phil's legs and put a hand on Kelevin's ass. Kelevin flinched, but William was insistent. He felt around for the brand, rubbing and pinching it when he found it.
Kelevin trembled as William's fingers moved roughly over his tender flesh. He fucked Phil's mouth deeper as William's finger probed his asshole.
William thrust his finger into Kelevin's ass, murmuring in approval as the sphincter muscles closed tightly around it. He drove further up Phil's anal tract as the boy's asshole squeezed him hard.
With a gasp and shout, William came deep inside Phil. He withdrew immediately, shooting cum across the boy's belly and chest.
He grasped Kelevin and pulled him roughly away from Phil.
"Fuck him," he gasped, and fell back.
Phil cried out as Kelevin's hard shaft impaled him. If anything, it felt even huger and harder than it had that afternoon. He squirmed, but Kelevin clasped his hairy hands around Phil's slender thighs and pushed the boy's legs up to his chest.
His access was better this way. William lay back on the pillows watching as Kelevin thrust his way deeper inside Phil. Incredibly, he was getting hard again, and stared at his cock in frank disbelief. Never had he been able to get it up this quickly after coming.
Not wanting to lose the opportunity, he rose to his knees. Kneeling behind Kelevin, he parted the boy's asscheeks. Hearing Kelevin's swiftly indrawn gasp spurred William on. He grasped his now hard shaft and aimed it at Kelevin's asshole.
He drove in with a grunt. Kelevin yelled as William's cockhead rammed into his prostate. Phil yelped as the force of William's entry into Kelevin caused Kelevin to drive into Phil deeper and harder.
Kelevin let go of Phil's legs, and the boy automatically threw them around Kelevin's waist. William grasped the slender ankles and held them while he fucked Kelevin.
Phil lay moaning, tossing his head from side to side, while Kelevin fucked him. Occasionally, he caught glimpses of the faces above him, and that made him hot and hard. His cock was stiffening and standing straighter and straighter as the fucking went on.
Kelevin's strokes increased in depth and fury. Sweat was running off his and William's bodies, dripping down Kelevin's sides and covering Phil as it fell. Phil breathed in deeply the smell of hot, horny men in the throes of passion.
William rammed steadily into Kelevin. His thrusts were now controlling Kelevin's thrusts into Phil, and Kelevin closed his eyes, letting William take over.
The older man felt his testicles again drawing up, and knew that ejaculation was imminent. He plunged in again, to the hilt, forcing Kelevin deep inside Phil.
William groaned. Sweat dripped off his brow as well as his body. It drenched Kelevin's hair as it dropped onto him.
Kelevin felt the hot cum filling his asshole and couldn't hold back any longer, either. With a loud shout, he began pumping his cum into Phil.
William pulled out first. He sat back on his heels and helped Kelevin release himself from Phil's tight, throbbing asshole. Phil rolled onto his side, moaning, as his body was released.
"Very nice," William said, lying down and pulling Kelevin down beside him. His hands lightly caressed both boys as his breathing grew deeper and more even.
Long after William and Kelevin had fallen asleep, Phil lay awake, sore and aching. He couldn't sleep, but knew he couldn't leave. He had nowhere to go, except home to the old man. And he also knew what kind of welcome he could expect there if he left before William was ready to return him. He curled himself up into a little ball against William's side, taking some comfort from the warmth of the older man's body.
* * *
Very early in the morning, William roused his two young sex partners. He had made coffee, and opened the doors onto his terrace. He sat Phil at the table while Kelevin showered.
"Sorry you can't stay longer," he told Phil as the boy sat wolfing down bacon and eggs. "I had a very good time last night."
"Glad someone did," the boy muttered into his coffee cup.
"What did you say?" William asked, his eyes narrowed.
"I said, I'm glad someone did. I didn't." Phil's eyes flashed his defiance.
William sat beside him and put a hand on his knee.
"Phil, you know damn well why you live the lifestyle you do. You like money, and you like pretty things. To that end, you have to put up with what your lover dishes out. If you're not happy with the things your old man does, then the best thing you can do is get out."
Phil was silent. No way in hell was he going to give up his old man, unless he could have Kent Sherill. Kent wasn't rich, and he certainly couldn't keep Phil in the style to which the boy'd become accustomed, but Phil suddenly knew he didn't care about all that anymore. He just wanted Kent.
He bowed his head to hide the tears of longing in his eyes. William buffeted him lightly across the top of the head.
"Your turn to shower," he said, as Kelevin came out, briskly toweling himself dry. Phil rose without another word and got clean and dressed.
"After we drop Phil at his lover's house, we'll go on down to the Red Side and see about getting that leather collar I want you to wear," William told Kelevin. Kelevin shrugged and smiled. He was not about to fight anything William did to him, ever again. He'd found the dominant partner he'd always dreamed of.
William escorted Phil personally to the door of the old man's house and left him in the care of one of the various servants.
The shop William took Kelevin to was owned by one of his best friends. The shop itself specialized in leather goods of all kinds. Kelevin, his eyes wide, looked around.
On one wall was clothing; skirts, dresses, shirts, chaps, jackets. Another contained whips, riding crops, jock straps and cod-pieces. There were leather covered dildoes of various sizes, as well as some latex ones. And collars galore.
William chose a thick, black collar with metal studs embedded in it. The shop's proprietor indicated his complete agreement with William's choice. William also purchased a new whip, two new dildoes, a pair of leather shorts for Kelevin, nipple clamps, and an assortment of books and magazines. They left, their purchases tucked happily under their arms.
CHAPTER SIX
It Was Saturday, Kent realized, as he rolled over and looked at his alarm clock. He looked beyond it to the window, where golden sunshine was pouring in. Just as well. They needed no more snow for a while. He groaned and got out of bed, holding his head to stop its throbbing.
He'd gotten out of his skull on whisky the night before. Usually, beer was his drink, but, what with one thing and another, he wanted something more substantial. At least he hadn't gone so far as to bring home another stranger.
"Hi," said a voice from the doorway. Blearily, Kent turned to face him.
He was a young man of about twenty. Kent groaned to himself. So much for having come home alone.
The boy was wearing a pair of Levi's and one of Kent's shirts. Made himself right at home, Kent thoughts. He walked over to the boy and pulled the shirt off.
Instantly, the boy dropped to his knees.
"No," said Kent, pushing him away. "It's too early and I haven't even had my morning coffee."
"Too. early," protested the boy, in French. "It's one in the afternoon."
"See what I mean?" French was not his best language, but Kent knew enough to get by. The boy pouted.
Kent shoved past him and went into the kitchen. No attempt had been made by him or anyone else to clean up this mess. He put dishes in the sink and a kettle on to boil.
"I guess you're not such hot stuff after all," the boy taunted from the kitchen door. Kent didn't regard him at all. He did up the dishes and made his coffee.
Carrying it to the living room, he sat down on the sofa and put his feet up. He pressed the control for his television, and soft classical music flowed out of the speakers.
The boy had, by now, found his own shirt and shoes and put them on. He stood at the foot of the sofa, looking irresolutely at Kent.
"You're welcome to stay if you can be quiet," Kent said.
"Gee, thanks," said the kid, a trifle bitterly. "I know when I'm not wanted. See you around." He ducked out the front door, and Kent watched him go without regret.
He lay back, thinking for no reason at all about that little blonde who'd given him the intense blow job in the shower. Phil. His mind played over again the afternoon when he and Phil had fucked on the bench. The boy had a tight, hot ass and a natural rhythm for fucking. Kent sighed and squeezed his cock through his khaki trousers.
Thinking about Phil was fruitless. The boy had his life squared away; he was set up with his old man. Kent had done a little checking. He knew he didn't have the bank balance to satisfy Phil.
His thoughts turned to Shane. He hadn't seen the young skier since the night they had met. Kent wondered what Shane did on Saturday nights. He decided he'd give him a call.
Shane was excited to hear from Kent. He had begun to lose hope of ever being in bed with that astonishing body again. Besides, he felt something stronger than lust for Kent. He agreed to meet Kent for a drink, and they rang off.
A little work-out was what Kent needed. He pulled his gym bag out of the bedroom and set off for the resort. It would do him good to clear his head.
* * *
Phil's 'old man' was actually not that old, and nowhere near as dull as the boy thought. He was, in fact, in his mid-forties, silver-haired, handsome and charming. If Phil thought he was stodgy, it was because he had gotten used to him.
Sid (for that was Phil's old man's name), sat in the steamroom of the spa, soaking up the warmth and letting his pores breathe. He had taken up coming to the spa only recently, without telling Phil about it. He wanted to surprise the boy.
The Swiss/French Ski Resort and Health Spa encouraged the wealthier members of the population in the nearby towns and cities to use their facilities. The resort was exclusive in that only those willing to part with a considerable amount of money could afford it.
It was the middle of the afternoon, and there were few people about. Sid had the steamroom pretty much to himself. He lay back, basking, as the warm steam enveloped him in a soothing cloud.
He wasn't thinking about much. He heard a door open, and a shadow stood outlined in the doorway of the cubicle in which Sid reclined. It stood stationary, and Sid felt a little uncomfortable. He wasn't naked; he had draped a towel across his genitals. Still, he felt exposed.
"Yes?" he queried, as the figure continued standing there.
No answer, but the shadow in the doorway glided into the room. Sid sat up straighten
The figure resolved itself into a handsome, bony face and thin, lithe body. Long brown hair hung down to the shoulders. Sid recognized the face from an album cover his son had lying around his apartment.
"Hullo," said the man, whose name Sid thought he ought to know, but couldn't remember. He inclined his head and said hello back.
"I hope you don't mind," the man continued. "I saw you earlier, and thought you looked familiar."
A likely story, thought Sid, tucking his towel around him more firmly. The brunette sat down on the bench beside Sid. He leaned forward and put his hand on Sid's knee.
Nothing like this had ever happened to Sid before. He'd always been the aggressor; he liked it that way. He put his hand on the other man's to lift it away, and the brunette slid slowly to his knees in front of Sid.
His mouth opened as his hands stripped Sid's towel away. Sid sat, unable to protest, as the hot lips wrapped themselves around his penis.
His body jerked and he leaned back against the wall of the cubicle. The shaggy brunette lowered his head, taking in more of Sid's shaft. Sid's, cockhead rammed against the back of the younger man's throat, but he didn't appear to mind.
A finger slid under Sid's balls and along the crack of his ass. He lifted his hips slightly and felt the finger slide into his anus. He gasped, and the lips arid mouth closed around him like a vise.
He'd never felt sensations like these. He would not allow Phil to touch his ass, and Phil never willingly gave Sid a blow-job. This young man hadn't even asked, just got down to it.
Sid moaned. His head rolled back against the wall as the mouth increased its pressure and the finger in his anus slid deeper in.
The brunette began sliding his head back and forth, his tongue licking along the length of Sid's shaft as he bobbed up and down. His finger slid all the way in and remained there, unmoving, as his lips and tongue worked their way back and forth along Sid's hard shaft.
Sid put his hands on the brunette's head and began fucking his mouth. His hips lifted and dropped as he pushed his cock repeatedly to the back of the young man's throat.
The brunette was moaning now, deep in his throat. He sucked the cockhead down past his tonsils and held it there while fluttering his tongue around the base of Sid's cock.
Sid gave a wild shout of pleasure as his cock suddenly released jolt after jolt of cum. His hands, buried in the brunette's hair, clutched spasmodically as his body shook with the force of his ejaculation.
The brunette rock star took all of Sid's jism down his throat, and then sat back with a satisfied smile.
"God, you've got a great piece of meat," he said.
Sid, embarrassed, harrumphed.
"Thank you," he said, gruffly. He looked away.
The brunette continued looking up at him, his eyes shining. Still kneeling, he held out his hand.
"Don't you hate formal introductions? My name is Byron Nelson."
"I thought I knew it," said Sid, shaking the younger man's hand. "My son is a collector of fine music."
Byron laughed.
"It's not fine, but it pays the bills."
"I like it," said Sid, seriously. "I don't like much of that stuff, but yours says something."
"It's because I like to fuck," Byron said, sincerely.
It was Sid's turn to laugh.
"That would appear to be true," he agreed.
"Yeah," said Byron. "Would you like to know more?"
Sid started to nod, then changed it to a denial.
"I have someone," he said, softly.
"So do I," said Byron, with a shrug. "He turns a blind eye. But I'd leave him in a minute, for an opportunity to live with you."
"Oh, yes," said Sid. He was flattered, but concerned. Surely, if Byron was so ready to leave his current lover, Sid couldn't expect to hold onto him for any longer than the previous one had. He couldn't resist, however, playing the game out.
"And what do I do with my lover?" he asked.
"Put him in cold storage," said Byron, with an odd little smile.
"Sorry, no go." Sid stood up, disturbed by this strange, young man. "I've got to be running along."
"Okay. If you change your mind, or even if you just want to do dinner, I'm upstairs here. The concierge floor.." Byron held out his hand again, and Sid shook it, bemusedly.
He went quickly to shower. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable with Byron, and hoped Phil would show up soon. He knew the boy came down here after his afternoons on the ski slopes.
Sid was so intent on putting distance between himself and Byron that he was almost on top of the scene in the shower stall before he saw it.
Obviously, the two men in the shower were so engrossed in each other that they hadn't heard the door open. Sid watched in amazement as his Phil, kneeling on the tiled floor, took all of the red headed ski instructor's cock into his mouth.
Kent had come upon Phil on the eastern slope of Kewitt. The boy was skiing with the expertise of one born to it, his slender body gliding this way and that. Kent watched him with appreciation for several minutes before clearing his throat and shouting a hello.
Blushing, Phil had continued down, finally stopping with a flourish at the bottom of the hill. The ski instructor swiftly followed suit, finishing up beside the boy. He and Kent stared at each other, neither speaking, for a long time. Finally, Kent asked Phil why he was here on a Saturday.
"I come down every day," Phil said. "I want to stay in shape. And I want to get to be even better than Jean-Claude."
"I've never seen you here on a week-end before. Of course, I don't come to the lodge everyday." Kent realized he was making idle chit-chat, just to keep the boy there. He didn't want him to leave. He leaned against a convenient tree, his eyes concentrated on Phil's body.
"I have to go," the boy suddenly announced. "I have to get out of these things and have a shower."
"Hot date?" asked Kent, with an attempt at lightness.
"Lunch with my old man," Phil replied, in the same tone.
"Oh, yeah. Your old man. I was forgetting him."
"I wish I could," muttered the boy. Kent looked at him with surprise.
"Better have that shower," he advised, stepping back. Phil agreed. He skied slowly to the hut. He took of his skis and stepped into the building. Shaking the snow off, he leaned his skis against the wall and took off his boots. He walked to the shower room.
Kent too came into the building. He stood by the boy's skis and boots for a few moments, then decided what the hell? He followed Phil into the shower room.
Phil was already under water, lathering up his pretty body. Kent, watching the door, stripped off his ski suit and stepped into the shower behind the boy.
With a smile, Phil turned around. He held out his arms to Kent. Kent, returning the smile, clasped the boy to his chest and began kissing him feverishly.
Phil slowly kissed his way down Kent's body, finally dropping to his knees and taking Kent's swollen cock into his mouth.
Kent leaned his hands against the tiled walls of the shower stall. He didn't hear the gasp behind him. He plowed his cock down Phil's throat, taking delight in the feeling of the silky-smooth tonsils grazing over his shaft.
Phil rubbed his fingers over Kent's balls and ass.
He pulled Kent closer, breathing in the musky scent of the pubic hair pressed against his nostrils.
Sid couldn't believe his eyes. His boy, unprotesting, on his knees to this, this skiing teacher. He turned blindly away and rushed out of the shower room.
"Hey, man, what's up?" A pair of hands caught Sid by the arms and held him. Sid put his arms around Byron and held him tight.
"I need a drink," he told the rocker. Byron pushed past him.
"Well, I need a shower."
"No!" cried Sid, grabbing him. "You don't. You look fine. You smell good. Come have a drink with me."
Byron looked at him and began to smile.
"Okay, but upstairs in my room. I can shower there, after all."
Sid agreed feverishly and they left the spa.
Phil applied suction power on Kent's prick, enjoying the gasp of surprise and pain this brought. He maneuvered Kent's hips back and forth, taking Kent's penis to the back of his throat every time.
Kent, his hands sliding on the slippery tiles, fought to keep his balance. He could barely concentrate on this, as Phil's hot mouth devoured his throbbing prick. He grabbed instead at the boy's hair, holding onto it for dear life as his cock swelled between the boy's lips.
Phil, for his part, was basking in the glow of love he felt for this man. He would do anything for Kent. Blowing him was just the start. He looked up, mouth full, eyes shining, as he tickled Kent's balls and deep-throated him.
The walls resounded with the grunts and groans of Kent and Phil. The water pounded down around them, the perfect accompaniment to the sounds they made as Phil drove Kent closer and closer to the edge of ejaculation.
Kent's cry of pleasure echoed throughout the shower stall, and the whole room. He pulled Phil fully forward as his cock loosed a huge wad of cum down the boy's throat.
Phil pulled back, slowly letting Kent's cock slide out of his mouth. He kissed the head gently, and got to his feet. He planted his mouth on Kent's and gave him a passionate kiss. Their arms locked around each other as their mouths made love.
Kent broke the kiss first. He gently pushed the boy under the water and soaped him up. He lathered himself and they both rinsed off, laughing, throwing water at each other, giggling at their own foolishness.
Drying off, Phil sighed with happiness. If only he knew how to tell Kent that this was what he wanted, his delight would be complete.
Kent must have sensed the boy's dilemma. Having dressed, he sat down on one of the stone benches and watched Phil dress himself, then pulled the boy down to sit beside him.
"Phil," he began, and stopped. Phil patiently waited for Kent to go on.
"This isn't easy to say. I know you're attached to someone, and 1 wouldn't for the world come between the two of you. I've seen that happen, and'"
Phil stopped him with a kiss.
"Don't you see how it is with us?" he whispered. "We're meant to be together. Sid and I aren't, probably never were. But you and I, well, I think it's Kismet or something."
Kent couldn't help laughing at the boy's solemn expression. Phil didn't seem to mind the laughter. He put his mouth on Kent's again. They kissed passionately, lingeringly.
"All right," said Kent, releasing himself at last, "so what do we do about it?"
"I tell Sid goodbye," Phil said, blithely.
"Just like that?" Despite his feelings for Phil, Kent was a bit taken aback.
"Kent, you don't understand. Sid doesn't feel for me, and I don't feel for him. We're together because he likes pretty bodies and I like money. I have never felt love for him, like I do for you."
."Well, I certainly can't say you're after my money." Kent laughed ruefully.
"Exactly. Oh, Kent, don't you see? I love you."
Phil knelt down again, his eyes looking up imploringly at Kent. Kent bent down and kissed the boy again.
"I guess then that the ball is in your court. All I have to do is cancel a date for tonight."
"Definitely, and any other dates you may have made in the future. I'm your boy." Phil stood up, eyes sparkling, and stowed his gear in his bag. Kent walked him out, agreeing to meet Phil in an hour at the bar near the lounge.
* * *
"Cary, this is my new friend, Sid," Byron said, showing Sid into the room. On the sofa, a short, skinny blonde with pouting lips reclined, a book in one hand and a drink in the other. He leapt to his feet upon seeing Sid and began grinning.
"How do you do?" he asked, holding out a long, slender hand. Sid shook it and was surprised at the strength he felt there. He watched apprehensively as Byron poured out some pretty stiff drinks. He doubted seriously whether Cary needed another one.
"Cary's the other half of my brain," Byron explained, sitting on the arm of the sofa. He invited Sid to sit in the easy chair. Hesitantly, telling himself he'd have one drink and then be off, Sid sat down.
He sipped his drink, listening to the two rock and rollers discussing business. He began to feel very light-headed, and set his drink down on the cocktail table.
"I think I should be going," he said to Byron. Or tried to say. What came out was a mere whisper. The two other men looked at him in amusement.
"How long?" asked Cary.
"He'll be out like a light in about five minutes. Then we can have some fun."
"No," Sid tried to say. His head lolled back. He felt fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt. Hands slipped his shoes off his feet. He protested weakly, but his head was spinning and he could barely move.
Cary and Byron pulled him to his feet, and hustled him into the bedroom. Cary held him up while Byron finished undressing him, then they let him flop onto the bed. Byron rolled Sid onto his belly, spreading his asscheeks, while Cary stripped.
Sid's head was beginning to clear, but his muscles appeared paralyzed. He could feel Byron's hands running over his body and parting his asscheeks, but he couldn't move. The shock and humiliation of the situation stung his mind.
Hands spread his cheeks further apart. He felt fingers probing his asshole, and moaned. Not since he was a very young man had he had anything up his ass. He definitely preferred being on top. He began to sweat with fear as the fingers found his anus and opened it up.
I/O
Cary, grinning from ear to ear, spat into his hand. He rubbed the spittle over his cockhead and aimed it at Sid's asshole. With a grunt, he inserted it into Sid's tight ass.
Sid yelled loudly as the cock entered him. The pain overwhelmed him. He was practically a virgin, and the cock hammering into him was not gentle.
Byron rubbed Sid's face across his crotch. He had not yet stripped off his clothes, and his cock strained against the fabric of his jeans. He now freed it, and thrust it into Sid's face.
Sid moaned. He still couldn't move. His muscles were frozen. He tried to turn his head, but it was impossible. The shame and embarrassment made him blush.
Byron pressed the head of his cock against Sid's lips. He forced open the doctor's mouth and thrust his cock in all the way, his head hitting Sid's tonsils as it plunged to the back of Sid's throat.
Choking and gagging, Sid took in the young man's prick. His lips closed involuntarily over the shaft. The hammering in his rear made him wince in pain with each thrust, but he kept his mouth open, although the urge to close his teeth around Byron's penis and bite it clean off was strong.
Cary slapped a hand across Sid's ass as he fucked him. It gave him a rush to fuck top-men; they were so smug and self-complacent. This one was no exception. He would have him crawling and begging for more before he was done with him.
He looked up at Byron with a smile. Byron smiled back, his cock buried to the hilt in Sid's mouth. Ah, yes, that was good, Cary thought. Make the bastard know how it felt to all the sweet young things he forced to their knees.
Sid, unaware of the reasons why he was being forced into this humiliation, felt his body beginning to respond, much to his shame and chagrin. He sought to quell the rising flesh between his thighs, but it was no use. His cock had always had a mind of its own.
Cary reached under Sid at this point and felt the hardness there. He licked his lips.
"Lover boy's hard as a rock," he told Byron. "Let's make him jerk off."
"He won't be able to," Byron protested. "That stuff freezes your muscles tight. He can't lift a finger."
"His dick's lifting," Cary pointed out. "Let's just see if we can't." He pulled back slightly, Byron withdrew his cock from Sid's mouth. Cary pulled Sid to a kneeling position. Sid, discovering that the drug was wearing off, began to struggle.
Instantly, a knife was pressed against his throat.
"Don't even dream about it, sweetheart," Cary rasped in his ear. "I'd cut your throat as quick as I'd look at you."
"He would, too," affirmed Byron. Sid remained perfectly still as Cary's hand explored between his thighs.
"You're right," he told Byron. "He is hung like a horse. Let's see him perform."
He bent forward to whisper in Sid's ear again.
"We want to watch you jerk off, lover boy."
Sid put his hand on his cock and began stroking it, the knife blade pressing against his throat giving him more incentive. His hand moved faster and faster.
Cary had not removed his penis from Sid's ass. The feeling of the hard cock invading his previously near-virginal anus, and having to jerk off in front of these young pups, made Sid's cock harder and hotter than he could ever remember. His hand fairly flew over his shaft as he coaxed his cock to spurt.
His balls drew up. They grew hard and heavy as the cum inside began to boil.
Cary drove in harder. His hand cupped Sid's heavy balls and squeezed. Sid groaned and sweated. He suddenly felt lips on his nipples and opened his eyes, which he had shut tightly when the feelings got so intense.
Byron leaned forward, his lips caressing Sid's turgid nipples. He put out his delicate tongue and began licking the nipples.
Sid pumped his fist up and down his shaft, feeling the tension build. His balls drew up higher, his cock throbbed, and suddenly he shot a wad of cum straight onto Byron's belly and chest.
Byron bent lower and licked at Sid's cock as more cum shot out of it. Cary squeezed Sid's balls again and Sid rewarded him with another burst of cum.
Cary pushed Sid down face forward again and began fucking him harder. His cock hammered deep inside Sid's anal tract, now ramming steadily against Sid's prostate.
Sid moaned and Cary screamed as he filled the older man's ass with hot jism. Sid squeezed his muscles tightly around Cary's cock and Cary screamed again as lust overcame him.
He slumped forward over Sid's body, his heart beating wildly, his breath coming in great, gasping sobs. Sid squeezed again, and Cary gasped. He tried to withdraw his cock, but Sid hung on with a fierce grip-
"No, man, I can't," Cary gasped, suddenly in Sid's control. Sid grimly held on, squeezing and letting go, until, once again, Cary was hollering into his ear.
Byron watched it all with greedy, snapping eyes. He loved watching Cary fuck, and had always dreamt of a situation like this one, the two of them dominating some older man. He leaned forward and kissed Cary tentatively.
Cary responded by putting his tongue inside Byron's mouth. He pushed himself off Sid, finally releasing his cock from its bondage in Sid's ass. Sid, groaning, rolled onto his side.
He watched the two younger men, their tongues dancing inside each other's mouths, and felt an odd sense of Tightness. He scoffed at himself. Surely, he was too old to want domination. Not at his stage in life.
Cary and Byron turned and looked at him. Cary grinned, his crazy grin.
"How do you feel?" he asked. Sid shook his head.
"Bruised and confused," he answered honestly. Cary nodded.
"Yeah, I understand. But you had fun."
Being honest with himself, Sid had to admit that he had had fun. Not at first; the pain of the anal invasion was still uppermost in his mind. But gradually, that had died down to a dull throbbing. He thought about doing it again, and felt his body flush with lust.
Cary lay down beside him, Byron in his arms.
"We could make this a regular thing, you know," he said to Sid. "I'd love to fuck you again, and again, and again."
Sid, blushing, stared up at the ceiling. Cary put a hand on his thigh and stroked him.
"What can it hurt?" Cary asked. "It doesn't make you any less of a man, maybe more. After all, if you can take that, you can take most anything, I've discovered. And it's fun."
"On one condition," Sid told him. "The situation is unique to me. I've never been a bottom man. I insist on my right to fuck both of you, too."
"I have no problem with that," Byron said sleepily. Cary laughed.
"No, slut, I know. Your pretty body is open to the public."
"Is that true?" asked Sid. "Well, we'll just have to put a stop to that. Do we have a deal?"
"I fuck you, you fuck me, and we both fuck the baby rock star? Yeah, I can go for that." Cary solemnly shook Sid's hand, and then kissed the tips of his fingers.
"I like you. You're all right." He closed his eyes, his hand still caressing both Sid and Byron.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Come on, you lazy so and so's," Kent said to his class. "You can do better than that. Let's lift those legs. Higher. Do you want to be hamstrung up there on the slopes?" He watched Phil and grinned. Naturally, those legs lifted higher than any one else's.
Phil caught his look and grinned back. He always strove harder in Kent's class to be better than any one else. Kelevin had taken over Kent's classes on several occasions, and Phil felt no urge to show off for him.
He hoped and prayed no one would ever tell Kent about the night he'd spent with Kelevin and William. It still made him blush with shame whenever he thought about it.
Sid had made no objection about Phil moving out. He hadn't been at his house when Phil went to tell him, so Phil moved out his clothes and went back later to tell Sid he was leaving. Sid seemed preoccupied and distracted, and hardly seemed to care that Phil was leaving. Although relieved, Phil was a little miffed that he was that easily forgotten.
Kent felt a hand on his arm and turned around. William Foley, his eyes tired and sad, stood behind him.
"Can I see you?" he asked. Kent nodded and followed the man into the ski shack.
"What's up?" he asked. He knew that Kelevin's living with Foley was no secret, and often wondered how Foley had squared that with his own 'no employee fraternization' policy.
"I've had an offer on the lodge, Kent, and I think I'm going to take it. My partners are quite agreeable, and we have all decided to accept it. The resort is being sold. We're going to be shutting down the spa soon."
"What? Why?" Kent was confused. "The spa is one of the selling points of the resort. When you get done on the slopes, you need that hot tub, that whirlpool."
"The new owners don't want it. Just the skiing and the suites. No spa."
"You only just thought of telling me about this sale now?" Kent asked bitterly.
"I wanted to wait until I knew for certain. What would be the point in alarming anyone unnecessarily?"
"What's going to happen to all the people who work in your spa now?"
"They will, naturally, be given very generous severance pay. We don't want to cheat anyone, Kent." William stood up and paced around Kent's office. "I'm tired of working. I'm going to retire."
"Yeah, well, isn't that nice for you." Kent also stood up.
"Wait." William held up his hand. "There's more."
"I can hardly wait," Kent muttered, sitting down behind his desk again.
"I got this letter from Norway the other day. From the new owners of the resort. I couldn't answer for you, naturally. Hear, read it."
Kent took it and read it silently. It was indeed from Norway, and signed with a familiar name. Of course, there were thousands of Swen's in the world, but how many of them knew him by name?
The letter stated simply that Swen and his partner, Nile, were delighted at the prospect o taking over ownership of the finest ski resort in Switzerland, and looked forward to working with Kent, as a full partner. They wondered if William Foley could ascertain from Kent Sherill his interest in joining them. The letter named an astronomical share in the proceeds.
Kent read it again, slowly, and sat staring at it. A chance at a partnership! He couldn't take it all in.
"I assume you will want to reply directly," William said. "Their number is on the top of the letter. I hope whatever you decide is right for you. I'll be off now. See you, Kent." He shook the young instructor's hand in a very friendly fashion and let himself back out into the frozen wonderland.
Kent returned to his class in a daze. He couldn't wait to tell Phil about this. Excitement built as he again contemplated the deal. He acknowledged to himself that part of his excitement stemmed from seeing Swen and Nile again.
He dismissed the class absentmindedly, sending up the mountain by themselves (they were more than ready for it), and pulled Phil aside.
"How would you like to live in luxury, with the new partner of the Swiss/French Ski Resort?" he asked, and outlined to Phil the opportunity offered him by Swen. To his surprise, Phil didn't look too enthusiastic. In fact, his pretty mouth began to pout.
"What's wrong with you?" Kent asked. "This is the chance of a lifetime."
"For you, yes," Phil agreed. "But what about me? What am I going to do?"
"Absolutely nothing," Kent told him, his eyes dancing. "You can be a pampered boy of leisure, living in the Swiss Alps."
Phil admitted that this had a certain appeal, and began to cheer up. They started making their plans, and Kent went off to send his reply by fax to Swen, a resounding YES.
* * *
"So, I'm gonna be a kept boy, hm?" said Kelevin, after William had told him the news.
"Yes," William said, pouring out drinks. They were on the terrace. William had had the bar moved out there, in preparation for the party he was giving that night. Despite the temperature in the mountains, in Gstaad it was almost balmy, certainly warm enough for an outdoor party.
"I don't know, Willy. I've gotten used to working. What am I gonna do instead?" There was a genuine note of disappointment in Kelevin's voice, and William marveled. How many other boys would regard a life of leisure in this light? Not many, he sighed. Kelevin would always be that rare exception to any rule.
"You can start by giving me a blow-job," William told him. "You'll have to get used to servicing me on a more regular basis."
Kelevin's jaw dropped.
"More regular?" he gasped, incredulously. "Christ, how many times a day do you want to do it?"
"As many times as I get hard," William replied.
Without being told again, Kelevin dropped to his knees. He unzipped William's twill trousers and slid his fingers into the opening of William's shorts. He stroked the shaft of the older man's penis, which was already hard, true to William's words.
Kelevin released the cock, pulling it free from the confines of William's shorts. It stood up, tall and straight, as his fingers slid over the velvety skin of the shaft.
William wound his fingers in Kelevin's hair and pulled the boy's head forward. Kelevin opened his mouth. William moaned softly in delight as the boy's lips closed over the hard, throbbing shaft.
He grasped Kelevin's hair more firmly between his fingers and guided his cock to the back of Kelevin's throat. Kelevin began sliding his tongue over the turgid shaft as William's cockhead slid past the boy's tonsils.
William thrust deeply down Kelevin's throat. His cockhead rammed repeatedly against the boy's tonsils. Kelevin opened his throat wider and let the head and some of the shaft slide down. His lips and tongue stroked the remaining shaft as the cock slid into his mouth. He buried his nose in William's musky, slightly sweaty pubic hair.
Kelevin tugged gently on the hair on William's balls as he deep-throated the older man. William moaned, his eyes shut tight and his head thrown back, as the hot mouth and delicate fingers caressed his genitals.
William felt a finger sliding under his balls and along his asscrack. Kelevin used his free hand to slide William's trousers down to his ankles. He began pulling back from William's cock.
"Whoa, wait a minute," protested William, as his cock popped out of Kelevin's mouth. Kelevin held a finger to his lips and smiled. He grasped the waistband of William's shorts and slowly slid them down the man's legs, to his ankles also. He then opened his mouth wide and took all of William's cock into it in one swallow.
William gasped. His fingers clutched Kelevin's hair tightly. He felt the finger again sliding into the crack of his ass, and spread his legs slightly. He gave another gasp as the finger slid into his rectum.
Kelevin squeezed William's balls gently with his other hand while probing the man's asshole with his finger. He heard William's gasps and felt the testicles he held drawing up, growing heavier. He licked his tongue along the hard shaft of the penis between his lips arid constricted his throat around the cockhead invading it. His reward was harder, faster pumping of William's hips as he fucked Kelevin's mouth with more fervour. Kelevin's lips were bruising, and he was loving it.
"You love it, you know you do," William rasped as Kelevin whimpered. All the while knowing he too was loving it, all of it.
William felt his head beginning to swim. From somewhere above him he heard shouts, they rang in his ears. A sweat broke out all over his body and cum shot out of him and splattered Kelevin's face as he pulled back for air. Kelevin laughed and lapped it up, steadying William as his knees began to buckle.
William fell back onto a chaise lounge, Kelevin toppling on top of him.
"Okay, I will do it your way," Kelevin said, wiping his chin on the cushion, "But if I get bored and miserable, don't blame me." He draped a wrist dramatically across his forehead.
The two burst out laughing and William knew he had Kelevin, however independent he might be.
* * *
Swen moaned appreciatively as the heated oils hit his back. Fresh from the sauna he had laid out the goodies they had bought for Handl in Geneva and gone into the massage room. To wait for Handl.
The oil was followed by two small but very strong little hands, they began their merciless assault on Swen's shoulders and worked their way down to the small of his back, and up again. Swen could feel his back turn to mush and his dick turn to stone.
Another splash of oil landed on Swen's left arm and again the strong little fingers drove themselves into Swen's flesh, rolling his biceps and forearms continuously with that alternating pressure that made Handl the best present Swen and Nile had ever gotten for themselves.
A morning in the office and afternoon on the slopes was melting away and the evening swayed sweetly before him. Swen was drifting in the pleasurable abyss between dreaming and waking, not asleep and not alert.
Hot oil trickled over Swen's thighs and ass. He was now alert and his cock throbbed. Handl's delicious hands made insistent movements against the pillars of muscle Swen used against the slopes. His reddish leg hairs glistened with oil in the warm lights of the massage room.
Handl let out a soft contented sigh. He was always at his happiest when his men were home, preferably when he was touching one or both of them. Handl could feel the tension in Swen's left leg easing and moved to the right one. Slowly but surely he felt the rock solid muscles softening as he rolled the flesh beneath his hands. Swen had told him early on that he should stay away from his calves. Handl shook his head again over them. They were always knotted and Swen would never truly relax until they were released, but a skiing accident had made them a sensitive subject.
He turned to his 'piece de resistance', Swen's round hard ass. Handl picked up the oil from the warming tray and poured more liberally. Swen gasped softly, stirring slightly. The hands descended upon the cheeks simultaneously, grinding Swen's hips and cock into the table. The oil trickled it's way down Swen's cheeks and into the crack of his ass, easing down to his anus.
The strong little fingers pushed and stroked, mauled and soothed the twin mounds of muscle. Surreptitiously, though Swen knew it was coming, a finger began massaging the crack of his ass. Moving ever closer to Swen's asshole, Handl managed to keep the rhythm of the massage while working down to Swen's waiting hole.
With the heat of the oil and the heat of the friction between hand and fleshy cheeks, Swen's ass was a bright red, a similar glow shone on his back and thighs. Handl worked Swen's legs apart gently as he slid his finger to the hole and began to tease it into opening. He put more oil on his hand and eased a finger into the tight hole, then another one.
The door opened silently into the back of the room.
Handl continued his massage, and put another of his fingers into Swen's anus. Finally he worked his fourth finger in and shove the rest of his hand into Swen's rectum.
Swen clenched his eyes tighter shut, gripping the sheet beneath him and opened his mouth wide in a silent scream. It was promptly filled.
Swen's eyes flew open. He'd been caught! Nile looked down at his lover with an odd mix of lust and anger. He grasped Swen's hair and forced more of his meat into the startled mouth.
"Go back to it," he said to Handl who had frozen. This had been a secret part of the ritual with Swen, and now Nile had caught them out. Handl obeyed, wondering which would be worse, the wrath of Swen for his having gone back to it or Nile's if he disobeyed him now.
Not wanting to miss a bit of this, he stayed and continued as he would have done if alone with Swen. Once or twice he had thought the room was entered during Swen's "private" massage. He'd been right.
Handl's hand was in deep, and he pulled it back a bit and poured more oil on his forearm. He pushed it up inside again, further this time, then back again. He repeated this several times until he had enough oil to make smooth progress within this tight, tight hole.
With his steady alternating rhythm, Handl fucked Swen with his fist, Swen having hiked his ass into the air for better,access for the fist. He was on all fours, soon, taking the fist up his ass.and sucking furiously at Nile's dick. The hell with appearances, he loved this. The burning of his rectum as the fist tore it's lining and the pounding of balls against his chin, his nose buried deep in Nile's sweaty groin.
Handl reached his right hand up and tweaked Swen's nipples, hard. Swen's dick danced, pre-cum oozing from it in a thin stream. Handl caught it on his fingers and licked it up. He stuck his right hand into the dish of warm oil and started stroking Swen's dick.
Swen bucked and groaned, his head bobbing up and down on Nile's cock. Nile had one hand embedded in Swen's hair and one was pinching his own hard pink little nipples. The odors of sandlewood, sweat and sex hung heavy in the air.
Handl pumped his right arm in a fast piston motion, jerking the massive dick off while ramming his hand against the prostate of his master. He ceased to jerk and pinched the head, squeezing it shut. Swen's cum was building to a bursting point. He pulled away from Nile's dick, gasping as cum flew out of Nile's dick and his own blew past Handl's fingers. Swen dropped his head and shoulders to the table, his ass still in the air, Handl's arm still buried in it.
Nile kept his grip on Swen's hair, but reeled back slightly. Sweat ran down his face and body, an ecstatic glow swept over him.
"Now I know you, I really know you!" Nile shouted, grinning broadly. Swen let out a cry as Handl pulled his hand from the swollen rectum, and collapsed on the table, panting.
Handl smiled and swayed over to the washing sink to clean up; and to leave them alone. Nile leaned over Swen and began kissing him. Swen thrust his tongue deep in Nile's mouth, their hands roamed over each other's bodies. Gently, less frantic and lustful now, they caressed and kissed.
Handl went out the main door to the room. On his bed he found the gifts Swen had left for him. Candid photographs of the various men they had been with in the city, not all sexual, but all suggestive at the least. On the back of each one was a name, date and what they did with the man. Any distinguishing remarks and descriptions. Next to these lay personal articles of clothing (jock straps and the like) they had gathered from as many of these men as they could manage. These were tagged and Handl happily matched them to their photographs and fingered each one while looking at the photograph it went to.
The few photographs without items of apparel went into a small book by Handl's bed. The rest were tenderly placed in a basket at the foot of it, its lid softly closed. Handl took off his black leather robe, and hung it properly on its hook. He looked out at the sun setting and knew it was time for a nap. He applied his nipple clamps, tightened the leather thong around his cock and balls and sat down on his bed, the cool leather sheets caressing his backside. Handl wiggled into the center of the bed, lay back, took a strap on dildo and shoved it up his ass. He strapped it in place sat gingerly up, reached down and tied the thongs at the foot of his bed to his ankles and lay down again.
Handl tugged on the clamps, wincing and sighing. He pulled his hardening dick and smiled up at the men who had entered his room. Swen smiled at him and licked his lips. The two men each tied a wrist to the headboard, slapped Handl's cock very hard and walked out, leaving him with his thoughts in the silent world that was his alone.
Handl lay still, sighing and clenching his sphincter around the massive dildo until cum shot out of his dick and onto his belly. He moaned contentedly again and drifted off to sleep, to dream of naked romps in the falling snow of the coming winter, his favourite months.
* * *
"And now," said Swen, throwing Nile down on their king-sized bed, "you will pay for your treatment of me earlier."
"Hah," said Nile, the gleam of desire in his eye, "me pay. YOU were the one with my cock in your mouth and a fist up your ass. I have done nothing wrong, but you two have excluded me from your little ritual."
Swen wrestled the younger man down to the bed, holding Nile's wrists pinned beside his head. Nile struggled, lifting a leg to drive into Swen's groin. Swen rolled quickly to one side, maintaining his hold on Nile's wrists and throwing a leg across the young man's thighs.
Nile lay staring up at Swen as the older man bent lower to kiss him on the mouth. He opened his mouth willingly, his tongue dancing out to meet Swen's.
Their kiss was long and deep. Swen let go of Nile's wrists and began caressing his body, his fingers lingering on the hard nipples and smooth skin of Nile's chest.
Nile squirmed around and rolled onto his belly. His ass gleamed up invitingly at Swen; Swen wasted no time. He spat onto his hand and rubbed the spittle over the head of his cock. He took a deep breath, positioned himself at the entrance to Nile's rectum and rammed in.
With a whoop, Nile let out the pent-up breath he'd been holding. His sphincter clutched tightly around Swen's invading cock, squeezing hard and drawing a gasp from Swen.
Swen's hands were rough on Nile's skin, stroking, tickling, probing. He wound the fingers of his left hand in Nile's hair and pulled. His right hand pinched the buttocks writhing under him.
Nile pushed his hips back at Swen, seeking to get all of the massive cock inside his rectum. Swen, however, held back, wanting to save it for later. He had no intention of rushing on this one; he wanted to make it last.
His fingers dug into Nile's scalp, making the younger man moan and beg for relief. None was coming in the near future. Instead, Swen pulled harder on Nile's hair, and his right hand slapped Nile's buttocks when he pulled back.
Nile moaned and clenched tightly, drawing a gasp from Swen. In response, Swen drove deeper in, and his hand slid under Nile's body, cupping the balls and cock. He began massaging and squeezing, his fingers first gentle, then rough, gentle then rough, in a continuous cycle.
Gasping and writhing, Nile bucked under Swen, drawing more of Swen's cock into his rectum. He felt the cum stirring in his balls, and wildly thrust his cock against Swen's hand.
Swen grinned and, wrapping his fist around Nile's throbbing cock, began jerking him off. Nile yelled in pleasure as the hand closed around his cock and the hard penis in his ass banged against his prostate.
He screamed into the pillows as his cum shot out of the head of his cock, spurting over Swen's hand and onto the sheets beneath him. As he came, his ass muscles closed spasmodically over Swen's cock, squeezing it in a vise-like grip and making Swen wince.
Swen let go of Nile's hair and put his hands on the young man's shoulders. His thrusts into Nile grew wilder and fiercer as his testicles drew up and slapped against Nile's ass.
Throwing his head back, Swen bellowed as hot cum poured from his cock, lubricating the walls of Nile's anal tract.
Waiting for his breathing to slow down, Swen gently disengaged his cock from Nile's anus. He lay beside his lover, his hands gently stroking Nile's body. Nile gave a contented sigh and rolled onto his side, curling up to lie in the warmth of Swen's strong arms. There he would lie for an hour or so, before arising to prepare dinner for the household.
Swen smiled down at his youthful lover. The love in his heart overflowed. He clasped Nile closer to him and breathed deeply in the scent of Nile's body and hair. His breath was warm on Nile's head, giving Nile a sense of security and Tightness. His hands found Swen's cock and held it loosely but proprietar-ily. Swen laughed and lay quiet, his breathing and Nile's becoming deep and relaxed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kent thought he had never seen William Foley so animated. The man was positively manic. Perhaps retirement did that for some people.
He stood with his drink in his hand and watched Phil dance. The boy moved easily and well, his hips sending out an invitation to every one who watched. Observing many of William's friends watching, Kent sighed. He'd just have to keep a closer eye on the boy tonight, that was all.
Kent went to the bar to get a refill. The bartender William had hired for the evening was handsome and witty. His hair was black, his eyes green. He introduced himself as Colin, and seemed glad to see Kent show up again.
"I was just getting lonely," he said, in a strong Irish brogue. Kent smiled.
"Hard to believe, a popular fellow like you," he replied, with a nod towards the group standing by the bar.
Colin shook his head.
"Not my type," he told Kent. His eyes said, quite frankly, that Kent was. A trifle uncomfortable, Kent excused himself and took his Scotch and soda back into the apartment, to a corner of the vast living room.
William was discussing his reasons for selling to an interested crowd of business types. His voice rose earnestly as he made his points. Beside him on the sofa sat Kelevin, a beer in his hand, his fingers resting casually on William's leg. He saw Kent and gave him a smile.
"Kent will bear me out," William shouted, and waved Kent over. With misgivings, Kent joined the group around the sofa.
"Isn't it true, Kent, that most of our guests are gay?"
Kent took time to reflect that William must be really high to admit something like that, and answered in the affirmative. Kelevin rose to his feet and moved around to Kent's side.
"Where's wonder kid?" he asked. Kent shrugged. His liking for Kelevin had never grown, and he resented the younger man trying to probe into his personal affairs.
"Old Sir Mumsforde was certainly intrigued by Phil earlier this evening," Kelevin continued.
"Nice for old Sir Mumsforde," was Kent's reply. Nonetheless, his eyes scanned the crowd of dancers for Phil's figure. He was nowhere in sight.
"Bathroom is my guess," Kelevin said. Kent gave him a glare and left the room, giving his glass to a flunkey standing in the doorway.
Damn him, anyway! How dare he impugn Phil's character? Kent was sure that Phil was too wrapped in him to care about anyone else. No doubt the boy was in the bathroom, answering the call of nature.
"Don't, please, don't," a voice suddenly cried from behind one of the bedroom doors. Kent wouldn't have stopped except for the fact that it sounded suspiciously like Phil's voice. He leaned closer.
Very distinctly now, he heard Phil moaning, and a deep voice chuckling. The hell with polite conventions! Kent flung the door open wide.
Phil was backed into a corner, his eyes wide and frightened, as a tall, thin man grabbed him by the throat and the cock.
"What the hell?" shouted Kent. At the sound of his voice, the man whirled around and Phil broke away. Sobbing, he threw himself into Kent's arms, bleating with fright.
"I don't know who you are or what you think you're doing," Kent said in a dangerously soft voice, "but if I ever catch you near this boy again, I'll make you eat your own cock."
"Oh, my, Tarzan has a temper," answered the man in a bored voice. "What a fuss to make, over a little piece of ass-I ike him."
Kent let go of Phil and crossed the room in one stride. His fist shot out and caught the thin man on the point of the jaw, sending him reeling back into the corner where he'd had Phil pinned. He slumped there, nursing his jaw in his palm and glaring at Kent.
"Come on, baby, we're going home," Kent said, and grabbed Phil by the hand.
"Next time, little boy," hissed the thin man, viciously, "you'd better watch where you play. Tarzan won't always be around to protect you."
Phil fled, Kent's arm around his shoulder giving him comfort.
"Something wrong?" Kelevin asked solicitously, running into them in the hallway.
"Phil doesn't feel well and we're leaving. Give my regards to William, and say we wish him the best, will you, Kelevin?" Kent's hand was strong and comforting under Phil's elbow.
"Too bad," said Kelevin, his insincere smile creasing his face. "Sudden attack of the flu, huh?"
Phil averted his fact and darted out the front door. Kent followed, ignoring Kelevin's safe home adjuration.
"What's the matter?" Kent asked Phil, when they finally stood outside, trying to get a taxi.
"Kelevin," said the boy. His teeth were chattering, although the night was still warm.
"I don't like him either," Kent said, "but he's not the worst of it. What happened?"
"Kelevin," said Phil again, and the light dawned for Kent.
"Why, that sleazy, no good, shit-eating pile of dogdoo," he shouted, and turned around. Phil clutched his arm.
"No, please, Kent, just take me home. I'm scared and upset, and I want to go home."
Kent nodded, grimly, and flagged down a taxi.
* * *
"What a pity," Kelevin murmured. The thin man, whose name was Sir Canter Mumsforde, glared at him. "Did you even score, Mumsy?" Kelevin went on.
"You impudent puppy," fumed Mumsforde. "You know damn well what happened; I'll bet you planned it that way all along."
"Hey, no Mumsy, why would I?"
"Don't-call-me-Mumsy," the thin man ground out between clenched teeth.
"Sorry, Mum-I mean, Sir Mumsforde." Kelevin smiled his most ingratiating smile, which had the effect of infuriating his lordship even further.
"I want to talk to your Master," he growled.
"Whoa," Kelevin said, holding up a hand. His eyes burned with rage. "William is my lover, not my master. No one masters me."
"We'll see about that," Sir Mumsforde fumed.
Kelevin walked away, shaking. He thought no one but William and he, and that handful of men from the other night, knew about the master/slave business. Was William going around and telling all his friends about it?
"I gotta talk to you," Kelevin said, urgently, to William. Bleary-eyed, William regarded him.
"About what?" he asked. He blinked once or twice, smiled sweetly at Kelevin, and closed his eyes. Kelevin shook him. No response. Kelevin shook him again. William pushed him away petulantly.
In the last several hours, most of the guests had drifted away. Many of William's friends, used to these types of parties, had already succumbed to temptation, and were kissing and cuddling in available corners.
Far from repulsed, Kelevin sat and watched avidly as one couple, more daring that the rest, began to remove each other's clothing. He ignored Sir Mumsforde, who had sat down on his right, and watched the two naked men on the floor.
One was white, one black. They were pretty evenly matched, being both tall, well-built and deeply muscled. The white was obviously the dominant partner, however. He straddled his lover's body, his tongue licking over every exposed portion of flesh within reach, while his fingers caressed, pinched and probed.
The young black man, his eyes shining with lust and desire, rolled over onto his belly. He got onto his knees and parted his asscheeks with his hands. His lover lost no time in entering that inviting asshole.
"Oh, God," breathed Kelevin, as the huge penis slid into the waiting, black ass. The boy kneeling on the floor let out a cry of pain and fell forward onto his hands as his lover penetrated him.
They bucked and writhed together. The white man's hands caressed his black beauty's body roughly, his fingers alternately pinching the boy's nipples and his balls.
The boy put his hand between his legs and began jerking off, his body moving to the rhythm of the man on top of him.
Kelevin leaned forward, his chin on his palm and elbow on his knees, as the fuck-play went on. His hand inadvertently stole to his penis and he gave it a furtive stroke through the fabric of his slacks.
A hand was on his shoulder.
"Come with me," Mumsforde said. He pulled Kelevin to his feet and led him to the bedroom in which he'd attempted to rape Phil.
Ignoring Kelevin's protests, Mumsforde pushed him down onto the bed. His hands tore at Kelevin's clothing, stripping it from his body.
Kelevin fought, but, though slim and wiry, Sir Mumsforde was the stronger. He slapped Kelevin across the face and tore the shirt from his body. He pushed Kelevin roughly onto his back and pinched a nipple viciously.
"Shit, that hurts," hollered Kelevin.
"Shut up," Mumsforde whispered venomously. "I was promised a treat, and I'm taking it."
"Look, "protested Kelevin, still struggling gamely, "it's not my fault wonder boy's old man showed up. I did what I could."
In answer, Sir Mumsforde slapped him again. The blow sent Kelevin back against the pillows, and he lay still while the thin man wrenched the trousers free from his body.
Sir Mumsforde stripped off his own clothing quickly and leapt onto the bed beside Kelevin. Kelevin tried to roll away, but Sir Mumsforde caught him and pulled him back beside him. His hands moved roughly over Kelevin's body, making the boy wince with pain.
He opened his mouth to complain, and Mumsforde slid his tongue inside. His hands caught Kelevin's wrists and held them above the boy's head while his knee slid between Kelevin's thighs.
"You are going to get fucked, my fine young slut, whether you want it or not," Sir Mumsforde evilly hissed in Kelevin's ear. Kelevin closed his eyes, feeling his legs being spread apart by the Englishman. Sir Mumsforde had let go of Kelevin's wrists, trusting that the boy would not put up much of a fight anymore.
Kelevin sweated. His hands reached up and inadvertently clutched the bars of the brass headstead. He felt his legs spreading wider apart, his asscrack being stroked. A finger slid into his anus, and he gasped.
Sir Mumsforde withdrew his finger. He pushed Kelevin's legs up against his chest and aimed his hard cock at the tender, tight asshole. Without benefit of lubrication, he entered Kelevin's ass.
Kelevin yelped as the cock slid inside his anus. Sir Mumsforde calmly put a hand across the boy's mouth and thrust deeper and harder into Kelevin. The cry was muffled behind the large palm laid across Kelevin's mouth.
They were neither of them aware of the third presence in the room. William, hearing something of a commotion in the guest bedroom, had roused himself to investigate. He stood just inside the door, his eyes burning and his mouth open in a cry of rage that he never uttered.
His cock rose and hardened at the scene before his eyes. He shut the door very quietly and stole to the head of the bed.
Sir Mumsforde looked up and spotted his old friend. William let him know with a nod that he approved, and Mumsforde increased his strokes.
"Huh?" asked Kelevin as the weight on the bed increased. He opened his eyes but said no more, as William's penis slid into his mouth and to the back of his throat. Choking and gagging, Kelevin tried to turn away, but William caught him by the hair and forced his head back. He took his penis out of Kelevin's mouth and slapped it across the boy's face.
Kelevin, his face flaming, closed his eyes again. His hands clenched tighter around the brass poles of the headboard. He obediently opened his mouth when told to, and William's hard cock slid inside again.
Sir Mumsforde had grown harder watching William fuck the boy's mouth. He placed Kelevin's legs over his shoulders now, and drove to the hilt inside the boy's rectum.
Kelevin's cry of pain was muffled by the large penis in his mouth. He thrashed on the bed, his hands coming up to grasp William's thighs. William wedged more of his meat into the boy's mouth. His cockhead slid past Kelevin's tonsils and down his throat, again making him gag.
"Naughty boy," growled William. "You'll have to do better than that. We'll just have to make you practice over and over."
Kelevin's eyes were wide open now. They brimmed over with tears as he choked on the penis in his mouth. William chuckled indulgently and wiped them away, then slammed his penis home once more.
His ass felt like it was being reamed out with a baseball bat. His jaws were extended to the full. And, to his shame, his cock was now making its presence known, pressing against Sir Mumsforde's stomach as the Englishman plowed into the boy.
Not missing a beat (or a thrust), William reached around and grasped Kelevin's shaft. He wrapped his fist around it and squeezed it tightly. Kelevin gasped and thrust his hips up, feeling the cock in his ass banging against his prostate.
William tickled the head of Kelevin's cock. His finger probed into the eye, making Kelevin squirm as best he could.
Humiliation and lust warred in Kelevin. Lust won out. He felt his testicles drawing up, felt his cock straining with the need to release itself. He thought about the position he was in and felt the cocks invading his orifices, and shot off, splattering his cum against his lordship's belly.
"Who gave permission for you to come, bad boy?" asked William. He gave Kelevin's cock a hard squeeze and thrust hard into his mouth. Kelevin shook his head, but to no avail.
"Daddy will have to spank you when he's done getting his pleasure from you. Slut!"
Kelevin closed his eyes again in an ecstasy of pleasure and fear. His body already trembled in anticipation of the realization of William's threat.
The breath hissed between Sir Mumsforde's lips as he came closer to ejaculation. He threw his head back, eyes closed, and howled loudly as his cum shot out of his cock and into Kelevin's ass.
The Englishman fell forward across Kelevin's body, his breath coming in loud, tearing gasps. Kelevin yelled as his legs were crushed between them. William just grinned and tickled Kelevin's exposed foot.
Kelevin shrieked around his mouthful. His fists hammered on William's thighs as his body tried to twist away. William held him by the leg, his fingers relentlessly tickling the boy's foot. Sir Mumsforde held Kelevin to the bed while William fucked his mouth and tickled him.
The Englishman grabbed Kelevin's wrists and held his hands captive, leaving William freer access to his writhing, screaming victim.
William pulled his cock out of Kelevin's mouth. young stallion:
He retained his grip on the boy's foot and grinned down at him.
"Were you trying to say something?" he asked.
Kelevin swore at him. He tried vainly to pull his foot free, then began begging with William as the fingers once more began dancing along his instep.
"I'll do anything,, oh God, anything, William please just fucking stop tickling my foot!"The words ended in a breathless sort of scream as Kelevin thrashed between the two men.
"Fucking stop tickling my foot," William said reflectively, his fingers still moving, "hm. It appears to me that there is more than one request in there."
"No, no, no," yelled Kelevin, sensing what William had in mind. William ignored him. He looked at Sir Mumsforde, who grinned in return.
William crawled down between Kelevin's legs. He carefully elevated the boy's legs, placing them tenderly over his shoulders. Sir Mumsforde continued holding Kelevin's wrists in one hand, now idly stroking his fingers over the boy's delicate,-ticklish ribs.
Using his fingers to spread Kelevin's asshole, William forced his cock into the tight space. Kelevin gasped, his eyes fearfully following William's hand.
It closed over his foot as William thrust deep inside. Kelevin again began shrieking as the cock tore into his bowels and fingers once again began tickling the sole of his foot.
He writhed, he moaned, he squirmed. Nothing was of any use. He was pinned under the weight of William and his hands were useless to him. He grunted and gasped as William drove deeper in.
The gasps became more breathless little screams as the fingers caressed lightly over his toes and between them. His feet had always been the most sensitive part of his body, almost the most sensitive, that is. He looked down to where the most sensitive part of his anatomy was even now stirring to life again.
"Oh, no," groaned Kelevin and turned his head. But both Sir Mumsforde and William had noticed. Mumsforde left off caressing Kelevin's ribs and instead began tickling the shaft of the boy's penis.
He was rewarded by its standing up higher and straighten He leaned down and kissed Kelevin's left nipple, his lips delicately closing over its turgid tip. He began sucking while his fingers stroked Kelevin's shaft and probed his balls.
William pushed Kelevin's legs further up on his shoulders and began attacking the other foot as well. Kelevin cursed and swore, his voice breaking, as his cock thrust against Sir Mumsforde's palm.
He called William every name he could think of. For every name he said, he got a resounding slap across the cock from Sir Mumsforde, but he didn't care. It was getting him hotter and harder, this abuse. His thrusts against his lordships's palm were becoming more erratic as he came closer to coming.
William suddenly let up on the tickling. Grasping the boy's ankles, he began pounding fiercely into him, taking Kelevin's breath away with the force of his ramming.
His cockhead banged steadily into Kelevin's prostate, making the boy-stiffen even further. The hand on his cock was relentless. Kelevin fell back with a cry as white, creamy cum shot from his cock once more, liberally spraying William.
William grunted. His testicles drew up as he looked down at the boy. His penis throbbed deep inside Kelevin. He closed his eyes and thrust harder, faster.
He shouted as his balls erupted with a geyser of hot white cum deep inside Kelevin's bowels. He continued hammering away, coaxing another spurt of cum out of his cock, before dropping back.
William slumped back on his heels, trying to catch his breath and looking down at his boy. Slowly, he lowered Kelevin's legs. He looked at the stickiness lying between them and smiled tenderly.
Sir Mumsforde swung himself up off the bed. He dressed without a word and left the room.
"Come to bed, little boy," William said gently. He stood up and held out his hand.
Gingerly, Kelevin sat up. His asshole was raw, and his balls felt like mangled meat. He swayed over to William and leaned against him.
William led him out of the guestroom and into their own bedroom. If people left or stayed, they never knew. They were basking in their own love and did not notice others.
In the bedroom, William ordered Kelevin to lie face down on the bed, first allowing the young man to go to the loo. Upon Kelevin's return, he notice that William had gotten out a flat, wooden paddle.
Trembling, Kelevin lay down. He pressed his face into the pillows and closed his eyes.
Whack! The first slap of the paddle sounded loudly in his own ears, as did his cry of pain. He braced himself for another, his ass involuntarily rising up and thrusting itself at William.
Again, the paddle came down across the boy's curvy ass. William smiled to himself, delighted with the sound. He gently rubbed his fingers over the red mark left behind.
He raised his hand and brought the paddle down once more. Kelevin's cry, though muffled by the pillows his face was buried in, was music to William's ears.
William now dropped the paddle and began using the flat of his hand. He knew this was more painful for Kelevin simply because it was more humiliating. His bare palm against the boy's bare bum. Ahh, it was wonderful!
He spanked Kelevin over and over again, devoting the same number of slaps to each cheek, until each was bright red and Kelevin was sobbing.
"Now, then," William said, in a friendly tone, "is baby going to disobey Daddy ever again?"
"No," sobbed Kelevin.
"No? No, who?"
"No, Daddy," the boy cried. William raised his hand again.
"Louder," he whispered.
"No, Daddy," cried out Kelevin in his loudest voice as the hand descended on his raw rump.
William spanked him a few more times for good measure, then lay down beside him. He turned Kelevin's tear-stained face toward him and kissed the boy gently on the lips.
"I love you, baby boy," he told Kelevin.
"I love you, Daddy," replied Kelevin, his voice quivering. He threw himself in William's arms, letting himself be rocked to sleep.
* * *
Phil was still slightly trembling when he and Kent reached home. Kent decided the cure for that was a brandy and a hot shower, not necessarily in that order. He picked the boy up bodily and undressed him on the way to the bathroom.
Protesting, but unable to fight back, Phil allowed himself to be stripped and half-drowned as Kent, in his enthusiasm for the project, held him under the running stream longer than originally intended.
Spluttering, Phil rose for air.
"I feel much better, thank you," he gasped, managing to glower at Kent through the water. Kent grinned and scrubbed his body roughly with the loofah.
"Kent, please," the boy said, squirming, "I'm a delicate, little-" he broke off as Kent dropped the soap and doubled over with laughter.
"Okay, princess, get out and dry off," he told Phil.
"Ta very much," Phil replied icily, stepping past Kent and picking up the thick, white towel. He wrapped it around his body and left the bathroom.
He relented, however, when the warm glow of the brandy suffused his body. He lay on his belly while Kent's strong fingers rubbed lotion into his skin.
Phil protested sleepily when the fingers massaged lotion into the crack of his ass. He squirmed a little bit as they slid into his anus, and sighed contentedly when they probed further into his rectum. His ass rose slightly to provide Kent with easier access.
Kent withdrew his fingers and took off his robe. He knelt behind Phil. Grasping the boy's slender hips, he pulled him to his knees and told him to hold his pillow, tight.
Phil did, and felt the entire length of Kent's shaft slide into his anal tract. He bit down on the pillow, moaning, as Kent's cock probed his rectum.
Kent reached around in front of Phil and lovingly caressed the boy's penis. It rose under his fingers and thrust softly against the palm of his hand.
"Oh, Kent," Phil breathed.
"Oh, Phil," Kent breathed back. He grinned and stroked harder. Phil gasped as Kent's fingers gripped tightly and caused his erection to throb.
Kent increased the depth and ferocity of his thrusts into Phil's anus. His hand closed tighter around Phil's penis. He heard the boy give a muffled cry as he shoved his face into the pillow. The cum flowed out of Phil's cock and over Kent's fingers.
His pulse racing, Kent drove his penis in all the way and shot off into Phil's bowels. He stayed motionless until he felt his cock beginning to deflate, then gently pulled away from Phil.
Phil lay down and rolled over, his arms open wide. Kent lay on top of him, kissing his full, pouting lips and caressing his smooth body.
"Will you have a sofa in your office?" Phil asked, dreamily.
"No, only rush mats. I'm going to make you sleep on the floor on them, after I get done ravishing your body, of course," Kent told him, his face serious. Phil regarded him with one eye.
"You're joking," he said.
"I am most definitely not," Kent answered solemnly. "In the winter, of course, you're allowed to have a blanket. One thin one. You'll be naked. We'll discuss business round you, our minds only on your nakedness."
"I love you for your body, not your mind, remember," Phil said, snuggling closer to his lover.
"Yeah, and I love you for your mind. We're a perfect match." Kent's breathing grew deeper and heavier, and he was almost asleep when he heard Phil's voice again.
"But, about this sofa?" the boy asked plaintively.
