"What do you do?"
They were sitting on a park bench together.
"All sorts - if the price is right."
They were sitting on a park bench together, not far from the toilet where they had met. The boy, Rob, was 18.
"How old are you?"
"18".
"Pity you're not a bit younger."
"Why?"
"I have a rich client - he's looking for a boyish looking 16."
"What does he want him to do?"
"That's the other problem. My client likes spanking - as well as the range of more normal services."
"I have a kid brother."
"How old?"
"The age you want."
"He's had much experience?"
"That's the problem. He knows what I do - and he's said he wants to try - but apart from a bit of messing around with me, he's very inexperienced."
"Perfect from my client's point of view."
"What are you prepared to pay?"
The man named very large sums of money both for the introduction and for the services.
"I'll talk to him. Meet again here this time tomorrow."
... ...
It was arranged.
Rob's brother, Kevin, was knocked out by the money. He couldn't think of anything else, despite Rob's attempts to warn him.
It was fixed for the next Saturday. Rob handed over Kevin's clothes measurements - apparently Kevin was to wear a special outfit. Introduction money changed hands.
...
Kevin was slim and tall, had jet black hair, brown eyes and smooth suntanned skin.
All three met again at the park bench at nine in the morning the following Saturday. A further down payment was exchanged and the man led Kevin to his van, putting him in the windowless but lit back, where there was a bench seat and a set of clothes. "Change into these while I drive you there," the driver said, shutting the van door.
The van drove off. For the first time, as Kevin looked at the clothes, excitement turned to nervousness. He had no idea where he was going - and he was being told to change into an old-fashioned school uniform.
He stripped off, naked, because this was a complete replacement set of clothes. His dick, six inches, circumcised, went rock hard. He stroked it and held his balls. He put on the white Y-front cotton briefs, the white Y-front singlet. He was still hard, a drop of pre-cum seeping through the tented front of his underpants. He put on the long grey school socks and found elastic garters to hold them up.
There was a mirror on the wall of the van. He looked at himself in socks, vest and pants. This was weird.
He put on the grey school shirt, buttoned it up, lifted the collar, put on the stripted red and black school tie, tied it and pulled down the collar. He picked up the short grey shorts and donned them - they fitted him perfectly, but hugged his contours, particularly his bottom. He looked at himself again in the mirror. He could still see his hardness, his dick pressing vertically upward under his shorts and underpants. He squeezed his dickhead.
He sat and pulled on the black leather school shoes, tying the laces. They were brand new; everything was brand new.
Now there was a grey blazer with a school crest. And a grey cap, with a smaller version of the same crest. He was dressed.
...
The van stopped. He heard the crunch of gravel. The door was opened. He climbed down. He was at the back of a very large mansion. The driver pointed to a back door and a bell. "I'll collect you later," he said. "Good Luck." He drove off.
Kevin felt very alone. He went to the back door and rang the bell.
It was answered by a boy about his age, dressed all in white: white shorts, white T-shirt, white socks, white canvas shoes. His hair was blonde. His eyes were blue. "Hi," he said, shaking hands, "you're dad's stage show, Kevin, aren't you?"
Kevin nodded. "Makes a change from me," the boy said. "Come in. I'm David."
David led Kevin into a big kitchen and served up coffee and biscuits. "What's going to happen?" Kevin asked shyly.
"I'm not allowed to tell you that," David said. "Can I feel your dick?"
Kevin looked at David in amazement. They were sitting on a bench at the same side of the wooden kitchen table.
"You can feel mine too." David reached out and put Kevin's hand on the front of his shorts. Kevin squeezed hardness. David started touching up Kevin. Kevin went hard too.
"Come on," David said, standing, his penis pressing his shorts forward, "I've got to take you up the back stair and get you ready for the show."
Both erect, they walked up to David's large bedroom. "OK, you have to strip naked," David said.
Kevin felt and looked shocked.
"I'll strip too," David said, starting to undress. "Come on."
Soon they were both naked. There were two new differences between them. David was uncircumcised; and David had no body hair anywhere. But they were both hard.
"Nice," David said, stroking his dickhead along the underside of Kevin's penis and then gently circling his finger on Kevin's pre-cum, "but I have to give you a bath and shave off that body hair."
He bathed Kevin, paying special attention to soaping his _c_o_c_k_ and balls. Kevin had not been bathed for years and never by another boy. It was kind of nice. Once out of the bath, David dried him and laid him on a long table, where he shaved off all his body hair. Then he laid him on his side, knees up, gently lubricated his arsehole and inserted an enema tube.
Kevin found the enema at first very embarrassing and then incredibly _s_e_x_y.
Finally, David re-washed Kevin's bottom and re-lubricated it, before liberally applying kouros body spray all over him. He led him back to his bedroom and had him dress again in his full school uniform, before taking him back to the kitchen, making him another drink, patting him on the shoulder, wishing him good luck and exiting.
For the second time, Kevin felt alone. And strange. His rectum and arsehole felt squidgy and slippery. And the strong smell of the aftershave was almost intoxicating.
He heard footsteps coming toward the other door in the kitchen. A suited man, smoking a fat cigar, walked into the room. "You are Kevin?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You are right to call me Sir. Always do so. I am David's father. Come, let me introduce you to our guests. And remember, do exactly as you are told. You are being paid well for today."
He led Kevin into an ornate drawing room. Around the blazing log fire, in wide old armchairs, sat three more men and a young boy, in school uniform similar to Kevin's, blonde-haired, aged perhaps 13. The men had glasses of brandy by their chairs and one of the three was also smoking a cigar.
David's father stood behind Kevin, hands on his shoulders, facing into the semi-circle. "This is young Kevin," he said. "Kevin," he continued, "go to each of these gentlemen - and my son Paul - and shake hands with them." Kevin did so - and returned to his mentor.
"Good boy," he said, his hands back on Kevin's shoulders. "Now Kevin," he said, " as you know, we are going to give you a spanking and this of course will be on your..." he transferred one hand to the seat of Kevin's shorts, making him jump, ".. bottom. So I want you to go to each person again, like this..." He led Kevin to Paul, turned Kevin round to face away from Paul, had him spread his feet a little and bend forward, pressing his bottom backwards. He held him in this position as Kevin's small hand explored the contours of his bottom over the seat of his shorts. It felt tickly and rather exciting.
He went to each man in turn. By the time they had finished, he was hard.
He returned to his normal position in front of Paul's father. Paul's father put his hands on Kevin's shoulders, then slid them down his blazer and brought them together over the hardness in his shorts. Kevin moaned with embarrassment and pleasure. "As you may be able to see and I can feel," Paul's father said, "Kevin is a randy little chap and has gone hard. Go and stand in front of each of them and let them feel your penis, Kevin."
Kevin started at Paul, who not only felt and squeezed him, but also had him feel his small hardness. Each of the men also placed his hand on their crotches. Kevin was beginning to feel as if he had entered an alien world, where all the rules had changed.
He returned to his mentor. At a nod, Paul rose to his feet and led Kevin through a door to a hallway. "You have to take off your socks and shoes and blazer and leave them here," he said.
Kevin was in a state of complete powerlessness and obedience. He did as the young boy ordered. Interestingly, Paul did the same.
Paul led him out of the hallway through a different door, along a corridor and into a room with a stone-tiled floor. In the centre of the room were two tables. One was quite normal, except it had a mattress on top of it and a spotlight shining on it. The other was wholly unusual, being no more than a few inches wide, with a green padded plastic topped surface and wide trestle legs splayed out at each end and in the centre.
The same audience was seated at one end of the room, facing one end of each of the tables.
Paul sat down and his father led Kevin to the bed with the mattress (covered by a white sheet) and had Kevin climb onto it and lie flat on his back, his arms by his sides.
The others stood at each side of the table.
"Time for a little undressing," Paul's father said.
First, they moved their hands all over Kevin's body, even up inside the legs of his shorts, making him go hard all over again. Then they started to undo his tie, his shirt, his shorts. Soon, he lay on the matress in white underpants and singlet and school cap - and nothing else. Looking to his side, he realised that Paul also had stripped to vest and pants.
"Turn over," Paul's father ordered.
Kevin turned over. Paul came forward and stroked the seat of Kevin's briefs, then stroked up underneath his briefs feeling his buttocks. Each of the adults followed suit. Then they left him there and left the room. And he waited and wondered.
Until they all returned, naked except for black leather waistcoats. All rock hard and, big surprise, all shaved. They had Kevin kneel, doggy fashion on the bed and Paul pulled his briefs to his knees. They had him lie on his back and Paul's father pulled his Y-fronts right off.
"Come off the bed," Paul's father said.
He led Kevin to the other table and had him sit astride it at one end, his legs splayed out along the line of the trestle legs. His ankles were strapped one to each trestle. Then he had to lean right forward and grasp each trestle at the centre of the table. His wrists were strapped to these trestles.
His buttocks were spread wide. They all took it in turns to smack them until Kevin was yelling for mercy and writhing in pain. Paul stood forward and anointed his buttocks with an anaesthetic cream, even letting his finger slide up Kevin's arsehole. They all left the room.
About half an hour later, when Kevin was almost asleep, Paul returned. He lowered the table, then silently started to finger inside Kevin's butt. It was weirdly pleasurable. Then Kevin felt his hot little dick pressing against him and quickly sliding in. Kevin moaned with pleasure. Paul quickly came right inside him. Paul kissed him on the neck and left.
David entered, in just a white string vest and black leather slippers. He played awhile with his fingers in Kevin's squelchy butt. Then he pressed forward with his oiled dick. This hurt for a moment - and then David too was inside, _f_u_c_k_ing him hard and coming in floods. David withdrew and pressed a plastic something against Kevin's expanded sphincter. It slid in. David switched it on. It was a vibrator. He _f_u_c_k_ed Kevin with it. Kevin was in ecstasy, writhing against his restraints. Kevin came onto the padded surface of the table. David left.
Three men followed...
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