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 Boys in Space by (c) Hamilton Joyce.

   "The Mines" is known across the civilised galaxy as a hell-hole, rough,
tough, dangerous, but the place to get rich.  It is generally accepted
across the settled planets that there is only one worse place to live: I'll
come to that later.....

   This is the story of how I came to "The Mines" and how I eventually came
to enjoy life there, but let's start with when I had been there several
months.

   There is only one real city, known as Spapo, short for Space Port, which
is self-explanatory.  The rest of the planet consists of small settlements
around the isolated mines because this otherwise bleak and dreadful place
is rich in the minerals the Planets need....  copper, lead, silver, nickel,
gold all common, the rarer metals such as platinum, palladium, titanium and
others, all of them found in many places in the mountains and plains. 
Above all there is limitless uranium, the mineral which fuels the industry
and transport of the planets.  There are also huge reserves of gas and oil
used in the chemical industries across the galaxy, and for transport
locally.

   Spapo is a sprawling, unplanned township of some twenty thousand
permanent inhabitants and many more temporary tourists.  The wholly male
tourists come because anything can be bought in Spapo, no pleasure too
extreme, no vice too taboo: clubs cater for every sexual taste.  Through no
choice of my own I had become part of that thriving tourist industry and I
had come to like it, too.  There are clubs with girls but they can be found
easily in every city of the civilised planets and among the pioneers in the
new settlements.  No, the Unique Selling Proposition of the Spapo tourist
industry is its boys!  And across the sprawling city nine out of ten clubs
were manned (if that is the right word!) by teenage or pre-teen boys.

   Everything had its price, was for sale.....including this young lad!

   All our customers were armed for one reason: the whole Mines planet was
armed, and probably more than half the population outside Spapo was
employed in private armies, security organisations, as bodyguards or as
assassins.  Beyond the city there was no law....  but the strong took what
they could hold, and the weak worked for the strong.  If you and your
associates had a valuable mine you defended it or lost it.  Fixed battles
were rare, but skirmishes, ambushes and raids were constant.  And among the
companies and warlords there were thousands of prospectors seeking out new
deposits of minerals and if lucky selling the location to the real tigers.
These guys were armed to the teeth, and had to be.  There was a ruling
philosophy of "What's mine is mine, what's yours is negotiable....."

  
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   I woke before my alarm sounded, stretched, yawned, and told the screen
to start.  To get myself in the mood for the evening's work I told it to go
to Porn Channel Three, the man-boy video channel, because that is what my
work is, pleasuring the men.  I watched for a few minutes to wake myself up
properly and then showered.  I dried myself and blow-dried my hair checking
myself over in the mirror as I brushed it.  It was down to my shoulders
now, blonde, fine and shining and I was proud of it and of my body.  I am
not at all muscular, but as I looked in the glass I considered myself
proportioned, and my arse was real cute, as I was often told, and my belly
flat and firm.  I am a bit vain, but have something to be vain about.  My
cock was not hard (I had taken a cold shower!) but when erect it is five
inches, big for a twelve-year old boy.  I still have no hair on my balls,
chest or under my arms, though there is a fine fuzz starting at the base of
my belly.  Soon Rollo O'Dea.  the Proprietor, and my owner since he bought
me six months ago, soon he would tell me whether he wanted me to wax it off
or leave it.  Some men like their boys completely smooth and some enjoy a
little-boy triangle of hair to tickle their noses as they suck.  Rollo
wants his Club to cater to all tastes, and instructs the boys accordingly.
I hope I will be allowed to grow some pubic hair, though not of course on
my balls or cock itself, and certainly never in my arse-crease, under my
arms, or on my chest!

   Dressing involved slipping the pastel blue satin belt around my waist,
and checking that the tiny emergency tube of lubricant was still in the
satin pouch that hung from it at my hip.  We boys wore no other clothes at
work, and really only had that little belt because we needed somewhere to
safeguard the currency notes the men would pay us.  There was always lube
lying about in the club and I had a big pump-dispenser on the table beside
the double bed in my room.  I checked the safe was locked.

   At the head of the stairs from the boys' rooms to the club-room there is
a long mirror.  I stood in front of it and peered down into the
tall-ceilinged bar with its fake marble columns and erotic artwork on the
walls.  There were already a lot of customers and the mid-day shift of boys
was working the room with a sprinkling of the evening lads.  I could see my
buddy Vijay sitting in the lap of a big red-neck miner, his automatic rifle
propped against the table where the empties showed he had been tanking
up.Soon he would go upstairs with Vijay for his sex session, though the way
they were sitting it was quite possible his cock was already in my buddy's
arse.  My heart had leaped when I saw Vijay: it always does, and I think I
am in love with him, with his happy smile and always positive mood, with
his fine, golden-brown skin, lean and firm.  My cock became hard: I checked
myself one last time in the mirror: I was ready for work and pleasure.

   My first job would be to clear up some of the empty bottles and glasses:
then I would be free to circulate among the customers, tempting and teasing
with my boy's body.



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   Six months before I had been a dirt-farmer within distant view of the
ruins of London.

   The land then called England had not been bombed in the nuclear
exchanges that ended the Earth Wars and left much of North and South
America, China, India and European Asia radioactive and empty of any life.
Sadly, however, like the rest of Europe it had been fought over by the
conventional armies of East and West Blocks, so little was left of the
cities.

   Grandfather tells of those early days when the population could no
longer feed itself, and men fought for food and land.  He and his brother
had occupied and defended our small-holding, fighting off the starving and
desperate hordes who would have taken it from them.  An alliance with the
next farm had been sealed when a daughter from there became his partner,
and gradually as the population decreased the danger passed.

   There were still, however, bands of marauders out of the cities and the
northern and western wilderness, and even a twelve year old boy had a
revolver at his waist while bagging up the potato crop.  Mother, father and
my two older brothers, Ham and Japhet, were working beside me in the dusty
field.

   The new atomic-powered vehicles are almost silent, and it was upon us
almost before we could un-holster our guns.  But they came in peace,
wanting only to trade, laying their weapons on the ground between us in the
time-honoured gesture of peace.  Doubtless other weapons were aimed from
within the vehicle!

   They wanted boys and girls!  I had always known my future was doubtful.
Ham would get the farm, Japhet would marry the daughter of the next farm,
their only child.  I would have to move on, win my own land or make my
living some other way.  The farm could not support two families.  So it was
no surprise that father was willing to negotiate my sale.  The price
finally agreed was two sacks of beans, a sack of salt and one of sugar, a
crate of whisky from one of the few distilleries now working, two boxes of
amunition, and some satin underwear for my mother.  Filthy dirty from the
sweat and dust of the field I kissed mother goodbye.  She was weeping, but
father and my brothers looked content to see me go.

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   Mina is a slave-owning society but that may or may not in fact be legal.
Only one of the other settled planets had officially legalised slavery and
that one, New Muscovy, bred its own slaves.  Throughout the whole of the
planets most work...  manufacturing and agriculture.....  was done by
machines and robots, and most of the rest by intelligent computers.  So
slaves even in New Muscovy were mainly domestic.  There the son or daughter
of a slave was also a slave.  Of course in the frontier worlds settlers
made their own rules, and a boy or girl taken from earth could end up in
the wilderness and made to work or to provide pleasure to the purchaser of
their body and soul.....

   There are twelve civilised planets, and probably as many again at the
frontiers of settlement.  The Robinson space-drive had been discovered
before the Earth Wars, and luckily or unluckily depending on your view of
the human race, humanity had its eggs in more than one basket before the
madness of nuclear war.  The planet I was headed to, Mina de Oro, was
neither civilised, nor really a frontier planet.  More of that later.

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   Jacko the barman was supposed to collect the empties and clear the
tables himself, but the miners and their bodyguards kept him really busy
behind the bar, and he always appreciated boys helping him out with a few
tray-loads.  I liked Jacko who was still a boy, though at fifteen was a bit
too old to tempt our customers.  His muscles and nice cock tempted me
though, and we had spent several nights together enjoying each others'
bodies!  As I moved among the tables, hands groped my bottom, and there
were lewd but welcome suggestions.  You could pick out the various types
very easily, and I identified a couple of the Doge's administrators dressed
in sober grey suits, in deep discussion with a shifty looking guy, lean and
rat-faced.  Some deal was being arranged.  The civil servants had no
weapons, but they had a minder propped against the wall behind them and he
was armed, probably an AKM I guessed.  Looking round the room I could see
several of the rough-neck miners were carring these Kalashnikov automatic
rifles, or had them propped up against their tables.  Three Spacers were at
the bar, smart in their blue and grey uniforms.  These guys were renowned
for their physical fitness (you had to be fit to continually withstand the
forces generated by space travel at the start and end of each trip, and
there were rumours that their strength and intelligence were artificially
enhanced when they had been selected for Space): I really enjoyed sex with
them.  These guys had hideously expensive modern laser-weapons, little
silver-coloured cylinders at their belts: all the clientele was armed but
most of them had machine pistols or automatics left over from the Earth
Wars.  Mina was awash with this military hardware, old and out of date but
still effective.  You would not last long out there planet-side unarmed!

   I felt I had done enough clearing up for the time being, and Jacko
winked at me by way of thanks.  The three Spacers were obviously the best
bets among the clients and I introduced myself to them.  They were friendly
and quite flattering to this naked little boy, but for the moment were
content to load up on alcohol.  I looked around again and saw a miner who
had at least shaved....he looked youngish, perhaps thirty, and fit.  I
tried him, and he was up for it.

   'Not drinking, mister?'

   'Had a couple of these.  Better as they don't get in the way of the sex
like booze.' He had a bottle of pills...probably an upper of some sort but
did not offer one to me, though.  Instead he had one hand on my butt and
the other cradling my balls as I stood beside him.  I noticed it was a
really old machine pistol at his waist so he was not wealthy, unless he
preferred tried and tested weapons: this one certainly looked as if it had
a lot of wear!

   Despite all the guns there was never a shooting inside the club, and
according to Rollo never had been.  This was neutral ground, and more to
the point entry was very, very expensive, with the drinks and the boys free
once the admission was paid.  You would not risk being thrown out and
losing that at the best: at the worst there were a hundred guys with guns,
any one of whom might take offense at disturbance of their little piece of
paradise in a harsh life!  Sexwise it was "anything goes" within the house
rules that no boy was to be marked so that it showed.  Sex with us boys was
free but we expected a tip for our willing compliance, and often my little
satin hip-pouch would be bulging with Mina and other currencies by the end
of my shift.  I had come to enjoy it so much that I would have laid lots of
the guys for free!

   'You're a good looking lad.  Upstairs?'

   I could see the bulge in his khaki shorts and brushed my hand against it
by way of response.  He followed me up the stairs.....

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   I lay on the bed watching as he stripped off, and decided he looked just
as good naked as he had in his sun-faded clothes.  I like my men big-boned
and muscular, probably because nearly all men on Mina were super-fit and
you enjoy what you are used to.  Their life was tough and it showed:
disease had been beaten, again fortunately before the ruin of Earth, and
there was nothing to prevent every man from fulfilling his physical
potential.  This guy was hairy...  I like that....  and had good biceps and
strong thighs.  He looked as if he would shag well!  his cock was only
half-hard so it was difficult to be sure, but probably it was only average
size.  I would soon have it fully hard!

   He joined me on the bed, propped himself against a pillow at the
bedhead, grabbed my arm and pulled me onto him.  My head was crushed
against the base of his chest as he squeezed my butt with both hands,
allowing the side of one hand to slip into the crease and rest against my
arsehole.  Good!  This guy would certainly want to fuck me eventually, and
that always starts the working day well.  I could feel his cock stiff
against me now,

   'What's your name, boy?'

   'Noah.  I'm twelve I think.'

   I added my age because that's the next question the Johns always ask. 
Twelve is a good answer even if you are thirteen or fourteen as it is the
age that most turns a guy on, innocent and boyish, like.

   'I'm Dwight.  Where you from?'

   'Earth, place used to be called London.'

   'I've heard of that somewheres....Now you can suck some cock, Noah.'

   I disengaged myself from his hands and arms and lay between his
wide-spread legs, running my hands up and down his beefy, hairy thighs a
few times.  He had an exciting body all right, with those big balls in
their loose reddish bag, and a nice straight cock, about the average eight
inches I should think and thinner than most, but with a big, flaring knob
that would make itself felt for the first moment or two it was up me, I
guessed, Good!  He had been cut like most men nowadays: if you found a guy
with uncut foreskin you could be sure he had been brought up on one of the
wilder frontier worlds.  I was always excited when I found one: we all like
a change!

   So I held his thighs and pulled myself closer to him till my nose
nuzzled those balls.  They smelled of some perfume or spice I did not
recognise: I would have preferred them to smell of male, but sex-workers
can't be choosers as Rollo says.  I nibbled at his balls with my lips, not
my teeth, while I held his hard cock.

   'Suck me, boy!'

   I closed my lips around his knob, and slowly, slowly, slowly allowed the
straight shaft to slide between them till my nose rested in his matt of
pubic hair.  His knob touched my throat, but it was months since that had
made me gag.  I was used to it now and that reflex had disappeared: men
like to feel their whole length down a boy's throat, especially if he
flutters his tongue against the front of it while it rests there.  He
groaned and held my head between his hands, fingers through my long, silky
hair.  One of the good things about the club, and one of the reasons why
guys are willing to pay the hefty admission, is that the boys are not in a
hurry.  Unlike the street-whores they are not paid "for the job" as it
were, and we soon learn that the better we make it the better the tip.

   So I gave the guy the works, starting with long, slow sucking, letting
his cock slide gently between my lips, in and out as my head moved up and
down, tongue fluttering about all the while.  sometimes I would take it out
and suck and lick the front of the shaft, especially just below the knob
where we are all very sensitive.  I soon found out he had sensitive
nipples, and stroked and squeezed them as I sucked him.

   'That's good, Noah.  faster now!'

   so I speeded up, and reached under him to tap-tap-tap on his anus with
my index finger: many of the guys don't want to be penetrated there, but
they all love the feeling of being fingered outside.  They soon let you
know if they want anal masturbation too!

   I could feel his tension rising, and there was the taste of precum in my
mouth.  Then his hips started to move under me, his legs stiffening, and I
knew he was close.  i sucjked as hard and fast as I could and at just the
right moment pulled on the skin of his ball sack.  His cum exploded in my
mouth, filling it and bubbling with the sily, hot juice.  More and more, as
I swallowed franticly, until after the fourth spurt the cock settled down
to ooze and twitch gently.

   His cum was thick and smooth but nearly tasteless.  i'm a connoisseur of
man-juice (and boy-juice come to that!), and sometimes you can taste salt,
garlic, and even some spices.  I love it all!

   'You suck well, boy!'

   'Thank you, Dwight.  I loved that: you had so much cum!'

   'Not had a boy for three months.  Three months spanking the monkey!'

   'Jeez!  Three months!  Jeez!'

   'I'll want your arse soon, Noah.  But first I'll get me a beer.'

   'No.  you stay here, Dwight, and I'll go down and get it for you.  Soon
be back!'

   Jacko was busy at the bar but managed to pass the time of day as he
decanted something like a litre of frothy beer into a glass.

   'Something for you too, sweetie?'

   'No thanks, lover.'

   'He's not working you too hard then?'

   'He's a nice guy.  Lovely cock, good bod, and when I get back a nice
strong fucking I should think.'

   'My bed tonight, sweetie?'

   'It's a date, lover.'

   As I passed the three handsome spacers at the bar one of them reached
out to pat my arse.  I gave him my best smile.

   'How about it, angel?'

   'I'd love to, handsome.  But later....'

   On my bed Dwight was still sitting propped up, but his cock was standing
again: one of my porn vids was on the screen and had had the desired
effect.

   'Beer or bottom first, Dwight?'

   'Both together, you little darling.  come and sit on this.' He held his
cock vertical with one hand while he took the beer from me with the other.

   Ask me what's the best way to start the working day and I'll reply
exactly like this.  A good mouthful of cum from a lemon-smelling cock, and
then a long, slow fuck, me on top and controlling the pace, no sweat
dripping on me from hard-fucking miners, and a pleaasant looking guy as
well.  So I cheerfully greased my arse and lowered myself onto that
lightning rod.  Dwight took a deep swig of the beer and was half-way down
the jar by the time my buttocks rested on his thighs and belly.  Then Up
slowly, and sinking down again.  I gradually speeded up, and he took the
occasional mouthful of beer, looking hard at my face and body, as if
remembering them for the long boy-less weeks to come out in the deserts
again.  When he had finished the beer he set the empty mug down on the
bedside table, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and grasped my
hips.

   'Now, shag me hard, boy.  Up and down.  That's it.'

   It was a good work-out for me, and if he or I had touched my cock at all
I would have cum, but he seemed more interested in my buns, a hand under
each cheek as I fucked him.  And i was stroking his chest and especially
his nipples.  When I had had enough, the exercise a bit demanding after
some twenty minutes, I reached and held each nipple between thumb and
forefinger.  I bounced up and down even faster, and twisted his nips.  That
did it.  He came, eyes bulging and face red.  A good cum!  I kept him up me
till he moved to dislodge himself.

   'You did well, boy.  I'm going to see some old friends in the bar and
may be back for more later'.

   The tip, from a roll of notes in his trousers hip pocket, was a good one
in Mina currency.  I knew I would not see him again this visit.  If he felt
like more later in the day, and he certainly would, then he would want to
sample another boy.  They all do.

   I took a quick shower, and in the bar chatted with the spacers, one of
whom looked really horny for me.  He looked like one of those biologically
enhanced pilots and would be a real good fuck, so I reckoned I was
lucky.....

   Typical day!

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   The first Spacer I ever saw was a couple of days after I had been sold
to the child-trafficker.  You would not find one of these wealthy and
respected guys in a dirt-patch like London!  I'm still not sure where the
traders landed us that day, except that it must have been several hundred
miles away from the family farm, and across a stretch of sea.  It looked
like the remains of an old army camp, much of it ruinous, but a few huts
and one brick building still habitable and in fact looking quite good,
white-washed and tidy.  Several people-carrier hover-vehicles like the one
I was in were parked up behind the brick building.

   By the time the day's work was finished for these guys they had
kidnapped or bought six girls and ten boys.  I had been only the second boy
to be loaded aboard, so had been able to watch them about their business.
Their machine was nearly silent as it moved a few feet above the ground,
and when they came across a boy or girl working in the fields or walking on
the remnants of a road they would stop, quickly disembark, and grab.  A
quick inspection, and if the child looked emaciated, deformed by disease or
ugly, too young or too old, they would kick it away and move on.  If it
looked a prospect, they would feel it up, tits, arse, balls, cock, and
probably load it aboard.  Sometimes they stopped at farmsteads and once at
a black-smith's forge, and traded for boy-flesh or girl-flesh.

   We were unloaded from the vehicle and herded into a large room at the
base of the building.  Here we were told to strip naked and told to line
up. Boys were one side, girls the other.  I was interested to see the girls
naked, as I had never seen one before in the nude.  The boys were, perhaps,
more interesting as my fantasies (jerking off was one of the few leisure
activities I had experienced), were usually mental images of boys.....  all
I knew really.  I thought the girls looked nice too!

   A guy in a white coat came round and took blood samples.  I later found
that unless disease had physically scarred they did not care, as they had
speedy cures for everything: slaves were valuable and worth treating.  Dirt
farmers were not!

   Another came round with a clip-board, ticking boxes as they turned each
of us round, felt biceps, arse, cock etc and made us open our mouths to
look at the teeth.  Then the girls were herded away.  A few minutes later
the boys were divided into two groups...  six and four.  I was in the
smaller group.  Three of us were blondes and the fourth a redhead, and I
thought they all looked very attractive, including myself of course.  The
next day I understood that I was right: the four best-looking were bound
for pleasure-houses or as toys for wealthy buyers.  The others would be
more ordinary domestic servants/slaves.

   We slept that night in separate beds in the same room: we were all
completely innocent still and there was no sex.  I did not even jerk off,
as I was a bit embarassed still.  Happy days!

   The next day we four were paraded again, and a tall, thin guy inspected
us carefully.....I was amazed when he stuck a finger up my bum.  I'd never
heard of such a thing: but there were so many new things, it just passed. I
was picked out by the guy and the others were sent away.  I had been naked
since the afternoon before, but they gave me a sort of shift and some
leather slippers, and I went off with the guy in his smaller vehicle. 
Later I found he was Rollo's talent scout!

   And that afternoon I saw my first spacer as I formed part of the cargo
to Mina.  The first second of the journey was, as is well known, terrible
with the forces applied to the body, but arrival was almost instantaneous,
with another terrible moment as we arrived.  I lived .  (A few don't!)

   And another vehicle, this time an ancient diesel-engined truck billowing
blue smoke, took me and two other boys from the air-port to a squat
building among many other squat buildings.  It was the first city I had
ever seen!

   Training started the moment we arrived.....

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   We were going to be sex slaves and had a lot to learn very quickly as
none of us (we were three boys) had the slightest idea of what men wanted
from boys when freed from the constraints of marriage, home, religion or
law.  None of us had met with men attracted to boys, or even heard tell of
them.  We knew all about sex between men and women, even men and girls
because that was all around us as we grew up in the frontier-like ruins of
London though my parents always had their own room, and my brothers would
take the girls from neighbouring farms into the field for their adult
games. No, the lure of cock and arse was foreign to all three.  It was not
so bad for Vijay and me because we had been brought up fairly rough and had
low expectations generally.  For poor Tamas it was close to traumatic.  He
was a Londoner like the others of us, but not from the family of a dirt
farmer or scrap dealer like us: he had been the apple of his father's eye
and had been raised in what passed as luxury in poverty-struck London.  His
family were grain and cloth merchants, near the top of our stunted social
tree.

   We were to be broken to our work much as a horse is broken to the saddle
and the bit, and the process would start immediately.  the men charged with
the job clearly enjoyed it!

   As soon as we got off the truck, each was grasped by the arm and
frog-marched into separate rooms.  My guard was a stocky guy with broad
shoulders and a day's black stubble.  He ripped my flimsy shift up over my
head and I was naked, suddenly shy and trying to cover my shrunken willy
with my hands.  He roared with laughter, and caught me a stinging slap on
my buttocks.  This made me remove my hands, and there was even more raucous
laughter as he handled my exposed cock and balls.  No-one had ever done
that to me in my memory, and it was somehow shaming to have my private
places fingered and commented on.  He seemed to approve that I had been
circumcised, which did not in fact cheer me up at all.  To be honest i was
scared, petrified by this huge, violent , and so very male man.

   'They sent us some pretty ones this time: you, sweetie, are the best
I've seen in a long time.'

   He ran his hands over my bottom....

   'Nice and firm!  Hands a bit rough still, and those feet too.  Never
mind.  A fortnight here and they'll be smooth and soft like the Johns enjoy
them.  And these are very nice: no need to wax you, yet, sweetie.'

   He was handling my cock and balls.  I couldn't understand most of what
he was saying.  What were "Johns", and why would they want my hands smooth
and soft?  I had been brought up to to think it was good for a man to have
tough skin on his hands so they would not blister scything wheat, chopping
wood or guiding the plough.  And what did "wax" mean?  It was all very
strange.  To my horror, my little cocklet went hard while he handled it. 
Shaming!  It had a life of its own, and would go hard at the strangest
times......

   'That's good.  Nice size for twelve.  Yes that'll do.'

   He let go of my private parts, and I was horrified to watch him undo his
wide brown-leather belt and let his denim trousers fall to his ankles.  I
had seen my brothers' cocks but always soft: I had never seen an adult cock
erect and in its glory.  I felt like a rabbit faced with a stoat,
hypnotised, scared, and also somehow disturbed.  My own cock was still
hard, so I cannot have been too upset!  He stroked his hand up and down his
cock a few times just like I did when on my mattress at night, my brothers
fast asleep and snoring.  He was smiling at me now and had a strange look
in his eyes.  I could not meet his gaze, he was so hairy, with a great mat
of black hair at the base of his cock and up his belly, and you could only
just see his balls; enough, however, to see that like his cock they were
big, hanging in their great pouch, like that bull farmer Jarvis owns.  I
stared fascinated at his cock, straight and with a blue vein standing out
on it, and a great red helmet.  It looked as if he had been cut, like most
of us but there the resemblance ended......it must have been twice mine.

   'Here, boy!'

   I hesitated.

   'I said come here!' Trousers round his ankles I guessed he did not want
to move!  I took the step towards him, and he grasped my shoulders, forcing
me to kneel in front of him.

   'May as well start now.  This is going to be your life, boy, and the
sooner you learn to do it well, the better.'

   His knob was right up agaist my face: the scent was the now-familiar
male-scent, not overpowering, and not unpleasant even then.

   'Lick it, boy.'

   It was odd: close up against him he smelled of male sweat, a bit of
urine, but over-all was the scent of roses.  I realised he used perfume:
where I was brought up women did that.  Men never.  It was also odd that,
commanded to lick his cock, these thoughts came up rather than any
revulsion, or even much surprise.  i did as told and licked the front of
his cock from the hairy root up to the knob, but not the knob itself: that
looked shiny as if it was wet, flaming and flaring red, and in fact there
was a drop of clear fluid in its eye.  The cock was very masculine and so
very big, but it was not "other" in the way that knob was.  His cock was
not so very different from the flesh on his arms and legs, but the knob
certainly was.

   'In your mouth, boy.  Take it in your mouth'.

   I hesitated.  This was too strange, gross even, but he had my head
between his hands and he forced me down onto it.  I daren't put that thing
in my mouth.....  but I daren't not do it either.  I opened my lips and the
top of the knob was between them.  It seemed too broad for my jaw, but he
jerked his hips upwards at the same time as he pushed my head down and it
was in.  Once past the knob the shaft was not as broad and did not stretch
my jaw as much.  But as it penetrated further it touched my throat and I
choked.

   He laughed.  'You'll soon learn not to gag, boy, but this first time
hold it by the root so only half of it slides in.  Yes, that's it.  Now
move up and down on it so it rubs against your lips and suck at the same
time.  Ah!  you've got it!  We'll make a great little cock-sucker of you
yet.'

   It was not boring, and I knew I was learning a great mystery.  I was
aware my own little cocklet was standing, so there must have been something
my body liked in this!  I held onto his hips to steady myself, and found
the feel of his muscles was exciting.

   He did not warn me he was about to cum, and the first I knew was the
silky feel of cum in my mouth, lots of it, and then more and more.  I kept
bobbing up and down and tried to swallow, but some leaked out from my lips
down my chin.  He was groaning, cursing, groaning again, calling me his
sweet little cock-sucker, saying how good I was at it.  all incoherent, of
course.I was to get used to these rambling words of passion over the next
few months!

   He did not suck me off that first time, or handle my bottom.

   ......................................................

   We were quiet over supper, me, Vijay and the other boy.  Too much to
think about I guess.

   But when the guard switched the light off in our bedroom later, three
simple beds in a row, Vijay crept into mine, and we hugged each other, two
naked, lost boys.

   We lay there silent and still listening to Tamas sobbing quietly until
the sound of his breathing told me he was asleep.  I loved the feel of
Vijay's body agaist mine, so warm and so silky and smooth.  I found I was
gently stroking his hips and his back, and he was caressing my bottom. 
Then, astoundingly I felt his lips on mine as he kissed me: I guess I
flinched a moment as I had never received a lover's kiss (or indeed any
other sort!), but it felt good and I was answering with my own mouth
full-open as we explored each other's tongues and palates.  We were laying
now with our legs inter-twined, Vijay's leg between mine, and mine between
his, both gripping tightly with our thighs.  I became aware that my cock
was standing and then I could feel his hard against my belly.  I reached
down to handle my cock but my hand found his first and I grasped it.  His
lips became even more passionate and his little hand grasped my cocklet
too.

   We lay like this a long time, embracing and stroking each others cocks.
Vijay broke the silence.

   'My guy stuck his cock in my mouth....'

   'Mine too.'

   'Did you mind?'

   'I liked it, really.  is that terrible?'

   'I liked it too.  Did he cum?'

   'Buckets....'

   'Mine too.  I swallowed it all.'

   'I swallowed most.  It was warm and slippery and almost tasteless.  Nice
really.'

   'My guy tasted salty, but it felt nice.  would you like me to suck you,
Noah?'

   'Let's suck each other.' I pulled the thin sheet off us, and there was
enough light to just make out the slender form of my new friend, laying on
his side.  his cock was shrouded in shadow, but I reversed myself on the
bed, and soon found his crotch with my face.  there was a delicious feeling
of warmth and wetness as he took my cock into his mouth.

   'Jeez!  That feels good!'

   'Mine too....'

   I held his springy little cock in one hand and closed my lips around the
knob, hearing his sigh, muffled by my cock filling his mouth.

   I hardly had time to feel his smooth back and hard little bottom before
I was coming.  And as I came I felt his boy-juice bubble out into my own
mouth.  We slept like that, naked to the air, and head-to-toe.  If I
dreamed I can't recall the dream, and I expect we both had a better night
than poor Tamas.

   ..................................................................

   Next morning we were woken up, all three of us, by a different servant
(guard?).  This was a younger guy than the one I had seen the day before,
and very different in appearance.  This one was slim and blonde, and had
silky hair down to his shoulders.  There was something feminine in his
voice and in the way he moved.  He told us that before breakfast he wanted
to make sure we were clean "inside and out".

   I asked him the time.  It is impossible to tell the time in Spapo from
whether it's dark or light, because although the dome is transparent the
planet rotates much quicker than Earth and the day is much shorter as well.
Like all the planets, the day used is still 24 hours (just as the week,
month and year is the same as old Earth).  It was six o'clock in the
morning....late for me and Vijay, but I bet early for Tamas!

   Vijay and I pissed together into the same toilet bowl, but Tamas did it
by himself.  I enjoyed watching the stream from Vijay's dark brown cock! 
But we used separate compartments for our morning dump: there must have
been something in the food the evening before because I had a real good
clear out.  Now the effeminate guy, who I guess would be about seventeen,
showed us the douche....

   Every morning from now on, boys, you are to take a dump and then, before
you shower use this to make yourself squeaky clean inside.  I'll show you
how....

   It was a pink plastic bottle with a long white nozzle, and he filled it
with water at the sink.  'Not hot, but not cold....' Now he dropped his
white satin shorts and showed a very attractive, slender bottom.  He
crouched down and inserted the nozzle in his anus.  I caught Vijay's eye
and could see he was amused, as I was.  Tamas was looking away!  'Now I
squeeze the bottle and the water fills my bum.  See.'

   He pulled the nozzle out and rinsed it in the sink, drying the bottle on
a towel.  'Two or three minutes is enough.  Five is better.  But you keep
the water in you and then you shit it all out with the little bits of shit
along with it.  Now you're nice and sweet!  I've already done it once, so
I'll get rid of the water now.....'

   He sat on the bowl and we heard it splash.  He wiped himself.  'Now you
boys do it.  Keep to your own douche...  that's why they are different
colours.'

   Mine was pink....  I still have it and use it every morning!  I filled
it as told, and shoved it up, watching as Vijay did the same.  He giggled,
and I caught the giggles and started to giggle too.

   'Good!  I like it as well.  Five minutes or so, and then shit it out,
and then your shower.  then breakfast!'

   'I'm not doing that.  It's dirty!'

   That was Tamas.....

   'You'd better bloody do it, and get used to it!  You do what you're told
here!'

   'I'm not sticking that thing up my bottom.' He threw it down on the
floor.

   'OK.  Fill it for him....'

   Vijay grabbed the pastel green bottle and filled it.  Our guard held
Tamas in an arm-lock and forced him down until he was bent double.  He was
making a lot of noise by now, protesting, shouting.

   'Shut up, boy!  We all have to do this and most like it.  Just shut up.
Shove it up him, you.'

   I helped hold the struggling boy down, my arms around him from the back
and hands right on his crotch.....  well, why not enjoy this: I was getting
interested in cocks and balls!  Vijay shoved it in none too gently, Tamas
screamed blue murder, but the bottle was emptied into him.

   'We'll hold him while it works....'

   So we held the boy down, sobbing now but whether with pain, fear or
anger I don't know, probably all three.  Then Vijay and I went to empty our
arses, followed by Tamas.  Vijay and I showered together and had a bit of a
kiss and fondle under the hot needles of water.  You guessed it....  Tamas
showered alone, still sobbing.

   ................................................

   The food was good.  It always was at this training school, probably to
make us a bit plumper, half-starved youngsters from Earth!  That would be
why there was a gym too...Vijay and I spent most of our spare time working
out there or just chatting.  Sometimes we had sex on some of the equipment,
sometimes with one or two of the guards as well: but that's another story.
It began to look as if this whole set up was just for three boys at a time.
The cost including four guards showed at least that we were valuable I
realised.

   This was the day I really grew up.....  and the reader will already have
guessed what I mean!

   I was lucky!  When he dropped his trousers the guard who had been
allocated me revealed a cock which was longer but not as broad as that of
the one who had taught me to suck cock: the knob was "cut" and was not much
wider than the shaft of his cock, pointed a bit, but flaming red and
looking angry!  I went to kneeel down in front of him expecting to be
required to suck him off, and to be honest was rather looking forward to a
morning load of cum in my mouth!  But that was not the menu for today.  Oh
no!

   While I watched, naked of course, he removed his boots and trousers, and
then his camouflage shirt (why did they sometimes wear camouflage gear on a
planet with nearly no plant life?  Probably more stuff left over from the
great wars....).  He was very hairy, but well-built and athletic.  I
thought he looked sexy, much sexier than the stocky and a bit squat guy who
had me suck him off.  This one looked really fit: also he had a nice grin.

   'Kneel over that stool...  It's Noah, isn't it?'

   'Yes, sir.'

   'I'm Zack and I'm going to teach you how to give men what they want from
a boy.  You're a pretty one, and if you get it right you can really enjoy
the next few years.  believe me.'

   'Thank you, sir.'

   I knew what was going to happen, but could hardly believe it.  I knew
that men put their cocks inside girls' pussies, and guessed that my male
pussy was about to serve the same function.  I was glad it was a rather
thin cock....much fatter than mine or Vijay's of course, but not as big as
the guy yesterday.  I had shat logs bigger than that, so it would be ok I
reckoned.  And if men liked it, why not?  In any case there was no choice.

   The guy's belly was real flat and muscled, and his arse small and
strong-looking: one day I would have a body like that I promised.  I knelt
down.
Now I could see the purpose of the mirror on the wall opposite.  I was
framed neatly in it, looking up and my eyes meeting mine in it.  I saw him
kneel behind me, a tube in his hand, and then felt his fingers in my arse

crease spreading oil over my anus.

   'Yes, You're a pretty one.  you'll gladden the hearts of a few miners
and spacers and make plenty of credits for old Rollo.  Nice and clean up
here I hope?'

   'Yes, sir.  I did it this morning like we're told.'

   'Good boy!'

   I could feel a finger penetrate me and move in and out, then a strange
feeling as he found my little prostrate and pressed on it.  That was rather
nice, and I reckoned my cock was stiffening.

   'I'm opening you up a bit, Noah.'

   'There's a place there...'

   'Just here?'

   'Oh yes.  That feels funny.  Nice though.'

   'Good.  that's why men like to be fucked in the arse.  Can you feel it
into your cock?'

   'And my balls too....'

   'Then you're ready.  May hurt a bit for a moment but don't worry.  It'll
pass....'

   I could see in that strategically placed mirror him holding his cock in
his right fist.  It glistened with the oil he had spread onto it.  I
watched as he shuffled closer to me and then felt the pressure on my anus
as he wiped his cock once or twice up and down my crease before resting it
exactly over my tight-closed hole.

   Then it hurt!

   But I clenched my teeth and did not cry out: it wasn't much worse really
than when my Dad used to take the strap to me in the old days...

   He must have felt me flinch though as he said, 'Good boy!  Now just
relax and you'll find you can enjoy it, like you did my fingers.'

   Now he was fucking me properly, but slowly and carefully pulling out and
thrusting in.  It was not enjoyable yet, but at least that sharp pain left.
I heard him grunt and he started to fuck me faster and harder.  I could
feel his fingers digging into my buttocks as he held me in place.  It
crossed my mind that this was really not too bad at all, in fact I could
come to enjoy it.  but before I could reap that reward he was coming.

   But there's no doubt that any fears had gone!

   That night Vijay and I oiled our arses before we went to bed together
and as we cuddled and whispered Vijay's little cock entered me as easily as
if he had slipped it into my mouth.  Better than that though!  When he had
done we lay on our sides and I fucked him from behind.  We went to sleep in
each others' arms.

   Tamas did not come back to our bedroom that day and we never saw him
again, though later we learned his fate.

   ...............................................

   Enough reminiscing!  Back to work!

   The three spacers at the bar were called Marcel, Yvgeny, and Walter. 
Walter, the one I really fancied, was a tall black guy with a polished
shaven head and lovely white teeth when he smiled, which was often.  His
tight Guild uniform showed he was muscular and fit....but then all spacers
are, one reason why we boys like them so much!

   I stood closest to Walter to show I favoured him and he lifted me up
lightly so I was sitting on his lap, on the bar stool...  not as
uncomfortable as that sounds.  In fact it was great with his strong arm
round me and fingering my nuts and cocklet as he chatted with his buddies.
My prick was standing, and I could feel his cock hard and lumpy under my
bum.

   Marcel asked me, 'Who's that dark-skinned boy, the one collecting empty
glasses?'

   'He's my best friend, Vijay.  We started here same day.  Shall I call
him over.'

   'I guessed Vijay had been watching me and the spacers, and sure enough
when I beckoned him he put his half-full tray on the end of the bar and
came over.

   Marcel lifted him onto his lap too.

   None of the three had visited the club before, but it seems they had
called ahead and reserved the Groupfest Room.

   I showed them the way up the stairs with walter just behind me.  As we
climbed up I felt his hands groping my bottom and I stopped a moment so he
bumped into me from behind: I could feel his cock against my bottom,
through the pastel blue of his uniform tights.  I looked over my shoulder
and was rewarded again with that wide, sexy grin, and a gentle push to get
me moving again.

   We boys like the group room as it is the most luxurious in the club, and
a real change from being fucked in the main saloon or in our own little
pads.  There is a bar with a fridge, a huge bed, chairs, music and film
screens, benches designed for sex, and a lot of toys and fetish stuff on
the walls or on shelves.  There are mirrors in the ceiling over the bed and
more long mirrors on some of the walls.  Rollo once told me the red velvet
and gold decor was based on a picture of a French brothel before the
catastrophes.

   Vijay and I lay on the bed watching the spacers strip off.

   Marcel was first over to the bed and took Vijay in his arms immediately,
but Walter was not far behind, laying on top of me and kissing me.  As his
tongue entered my mouth I wound my arms around him and pulled him tight to
me, enjoying the masculine weight of his body.  As he had walked the few
strides to the bed he had looked lean and fit, broad shouldered and narrow
bummed, but laying on the bed, in the mirror his bum was rounded and jutted
out a bit, Very sexy!  I had the pleasure of caressing his arse and also
the silky skin of his back and shoulders.

   The third spacer, Yvgeny, had gone over to the fridge and got himself a
can of beer.  He was sitting propped against the end of the bed drinking
it, watching, and sporting a healthy-looking erection.  Mentally I put him
down as a voyeur who enjoyed watching guys shag little boys but preferred
to jerk off rather than stick that good-looking prick where it really
belonged.  His loss!

   Walter was laying more beside me now, but with one leg over me, holding
my little cock and balls in one hand while he played with my nipples.  I
love the feel of a mouth on my tits, especially if it is licking and
gentle. I fondled his muscular shoulders and also his smooth-shaven head.

   Marcel now had Vijay kneeling and was fucking him steadily, but still
gently.  Yvgeny was sipping his beer from the can and watching, his cock
hard but mostly un-touched by him.

   Walter whispered, 'Pretty-boy, I want to fuck you....'

   'Please!  I'd like that.'

   'Kneel down....'

   I felt his hands spread my buttocks and his mouth on my anus, tongue
licking wetly, and then penetrating.  I giggled: I always do when I'm
rimmed as it tickles, but I stuck my arse out further so his tongue could
penetrate deeper.

   I heard him murmur to himself, "Delicious", and felt his hand on my cock
for a second.  I realised he was checking I was still stiff.

   'What have you done with the lube, Marcel?'

   'It's under the pillow....'

   I felt his fingers in my arse-crease, spreading lube from the big tube,
and then fingers up my bottom seking out my prostate.  He found it.

   'Oh yes!  Just there....'

   The pleasure was intense as he massaged my p-spot but after a bit I
wanted it so much I was almost begging him.  He laughed and I felt the
pressure of his knob for a moment before he slid his cock into me.  I
sighed, as I always do.This is the centre of my life: to be taken fully by
a handsome vigorous male.  Now that really is "delicious".

   I couldn't see him fucking me, but I could certainly feel it: his cock
was not especially broad, but it was really long I found.

   After a bit he pulled out and turned me on my back again.

   Without being asked I lifted my legs in the air and bent a bit so my
arsehole....  open wide by now I should think, winked at him.  Laying on
top of me again he slipped it in.  I crossed my legs over his back linking
my ankles, and held on tight with both arms around his back as he fucked
me. Now I could see him in the ceiling mirror, that lovely, almost
too-rounded ebony bum and the contrast with my white arms and legs: his
broad shoulders and my slender arms.

   He let his full weight bear down on me, crushing my cock between us and
fucking hard and fast now.  I realised he meant to cum soon and tried to
add to his pleasure by licking his neck, salty, and scratching a
finger-nail down the middle of his back where most adult men are very
sensitive.  I would have cum soon, but he beat me to it, panting, eyes
bulging as he poured pent-up spunk deep inside me.

   We lay like that for a couple of minutes till my bum expelled his cock.
Marcel was still shagging Vijay, who was clearly enjoying a good, long
fuck.

   His weight was a bit much now and I was just wriggling out from under
him, when I got a real surprise.  It isn't often that something new happens
to a boy after he has spent a few months servicing men in The Club, but
this was astounding to me.

   I watched as Yvgeny drained the beer can, threw it on the floor, greased
his cock and lay on top of my black stud.  Surely he was not going to fuck
his buddy Walter?  Planets!  He was!

   I got myself a Frutz from the fridge and opened the can, sitting just
where Yvgeny had been till a few moments before: I had a hard cock just
like him, though probably half the size!  I watched Marcel still fucking
Vijay (who might well have a sore bum after much more of this!), but even
more interested in Yvgeny who had greased up his cock, cut like all the
spacers I have met and straight, veined, very handsome.  My guy, Walter,
had stuck a pillow under his bottom and arched his back a bit so it jutted
provocatively.  It looked so good, smooth, rounded, wriggling in invitation
that I could have enjoyed it, though usually I only wanted to top boys
about my own age.  Yvgeny's cock slid easily in....you could see the two of
them were frequent lovers with no problem fitting cock to arsehole!  Walter
was moaning like a young boy as his friend ploughed him, faster and more
furious than walter had done me or Marcel Vijay.  Shit!  These spacers were
athletic guys....  I love them all!

   Finally Marcel pumped his load into Vijay and immediately withdrew, the
spunk oozing from my friend's gaping pussy.

   As Marcel took up a resting position beside me I lay beside Vijay and
caressed his back.  But he was clearly fucked-out for a bit so I just lay
there and watched the two men fucking beside me.  My mind wandered and I
looked at the paraphenalia hanging around the room from rows of hooks set
into the wall.  The whips reminded me of the final lessons of our "Training
course".

   ...........................................................

   'We wondered what happened to Tamas....'

   'Young Tamas just wasn't cut out to be a pleasure boy, not like you two
little beauties.  You'll do all right!'

   'But what happened to him?'

   'He made such a fuss, screaming and shouting that I never managed to get
my cock up him....  not happened before!  I've been here two years and
trained about twenty of you for Rollo, and never had a boy who just would
not take a cock in his arse; shouting, screaming, biting, struggling.... 
finally I couldn't be arsed.  I could have tied him down but we'd never
have trained him to enjoy his work at Rollo's.  And most clients like to
see the boys are having fun too; it flatters them to think they are giving
pleasure as well as taking it!'

   'OK.  But what happened to him?'

   He lowered his voice as if imparting a secret.  'There's some guys who
like a boy, or a girl come to that, who fights them off.  They enjoy the
screams and tears, and love to know they are hurting the boy.  Of course
some boys can fake that to please them, but there's nothing like the real
thing.  Tamas was a pretty boy, and a virgin, and a little prig who doesn't
want to please men with his body.  I showed a few guys a video of him
fighting me off, naked and lovely and innocent: Rollo got a good price from
one of them, a miner with a spread out in the salt desert.  That guy will
really give Tamas something to scream about, make him wish he had been a
bit more coperative here!  Rollo is happy enough: nice profit and easy
enough to replace him from the earth-slavers!'

   'Which reminds me, it's about time you learned a bit about
sado-masochism.'

   'What's that?'

   'To start off, there's also some guys who want to be hurt, can't get a
hard-on unless they feel some pain.  How much varies, sometimes it's just
the idea of it, sometimes it's the real thing.'

   'Cool!'

   'I'll get Jolyon in tomorrow and you can practise on him.'

   ..............................................  I left Vijay in peace
and sat beside Marcel who put an arm around my shoulder and then I felt his
hand on my cock getting my balls and cock all together in his fist.  He
nibbled my ear lobe and then whispered, 'You've been looking at that whip
and thinking.  Do you like using it?'

   'Do you want to whip me a bit, then?'

   'No!  I'm going to fuck Walter as soon as Yvgeny has done.  And while I
fuck him, I want you to whip my arse.  I want you to be greased up ready,
and just before I cum I want you to shove this pretty cocklet up my arse.
I'll tell you when.' He ran his fist up and down my cock.  'Can you do that
for me.'

   'Of course.  But you can whip me after if that turns you on.  I like it
too, though you're not allowed to mark me, or any boy come to that.'

   I got up from the bed and unhooked the whip he had been looking at.  It
was one of those with a dozen or so strands.  The handle was braided red
silk and it had red jewels fixed into it.  The silk continued as plaited
strands, but amongst them were also strips of red leather and a few lengths
of knotted rope.  I had been whipped using it several times and it could
certainly sting you up, but was not really painful....  not like when my Pa
used to leather me with his razor-strop!  It was a toy, really, and Rollo
had told one of the boys it was an antique from before the Wars and had
been used by some King or President or something.

   I gave it a couple of swishes through the air before I rejoined Marcel,
and was amused that the sight of me with the whip restored his erection!

   Yvgeny finished and rolled off Walter who lay there, his arsehole now
gaping open, an invitation to Marcel who pulled him up into a kneeling
position and was up and into him in one movement.  My first lash landed on
his labouring buttocks.

   All in a day's work for a pleasure boy.......

  
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