Demands of a Patron

Malcolm Jr. was fucking. He grunted as he leaned in over the light-skinned nineteen year-old mulatto boy he was fucking. He cooed as he ground his fat dick inside the hungry caramel cunt. The mulatto boy barked something in Brazilian; a language Junior was barely beginning to learn. Whatever it was, it wasn't negative, as the pretty mulatto backed onto his cock. Junior gripped a fistful of curly raven hair and stabbed into him harder. He looked to the side, to his patron, Andrew; who encouraged him with a nod.

It was another performance but not on stage. . .well, a different kind of stage. Andrew had brought Junior to Salvador de Bahia, Brazil, to perform at the Teatro de Castro Alves. However, Junior wasn't dumb. He knew there would be other performances, away from the stage. In the bedroom or, in this case, on the pool deck of his patron's private beachside property.

Junior closed his eyes and gave himself to the fuck. He pounded the hungry mulatto cunt. He gave his cock to the demands of the caramel hole. The mulatto growled, and Junior felt his orgasm rise from his balls. He growled as he hammered his cock home then erupted. He stabbed in deep and churned his cock round as he painted the mulatto's bowels.

"Good. . .good!" Andrew chuckled as he came over.

Junior moaned softly as Andrew's hands caressed his body. Brushed over his butt then groped his ass. He moaned as his patron spread his buns and he gasped as Andrew's warm wet tongue invaded his hole. He hugged the mulatto around the torso, his cock still hard within him. It had only been a few months since he'd committed to Andrew's patronage yet the amount of experience he had built, both sexually and otherwise, was staggering. It had indeed been the best decision of his young life, and he did not regret one moment of it as Andrew's tongue sank deeper.

"Fuck me, Daddy!" he panted. "Slide that big fucking dick in me!"

"Mm hm. You want it bad, boy?"

"Yes, Daddy! Boy wants that dick, bad!" he replied, wiggling his booty as he looked back and watched Andrew undress.

The man was gorgeous. Ancestrally mixed yet still very much African-American, he was well-toned for a man of sixty. His créme-caramel complexion glowed in the Bahia sun, and his XXL-sized cock popped free. It stood up and out from his crotch and Junior's asshole winked of its own accord. He moaned as Andrew mounted him and penetrated him. He grunted as the huge shaft burrowed deep and bottomed out. He pressed his cheek against the mulatto's then kissed him. He grunted into the mulatto's mouth as Andrew began to move through him.

"That's it, Junior! Give your ass to me! Open up!"

Junior obeyed his patron. He relaxed his tunnel and the cock plunged deeper. He growled and curled his toes. He remembered to control his breathing. He opened his asshole more and focused on the cock buried in him. It stuffed his rectum and into his colon. It pulled back then plunged in again. His patron demanded submission and he gave in.

"That's it, boy!"

Junior pushed his ass up and back. He met Andrew's thrusts then sank back into the warm caramel chute beneath him. The mulatto boy moaned just as he did. Andrew moaned too, and they all three moaned in tandem as the fuck increased in ferocity.

"C'mon, Junior! Fuck yourself on my cock, and fuck him too!"

It was another performance but one which Junior enjoyed even more than singing. A private performance for his patron. He shoved into the caramel tunnel then pulled back onto Andrew's cock. He growled and braced himself in pushup pose as he fucked and was fucked simultaneously. Back and forth, in and out. Stuffing and getting stuffed, he experience the totality of his being as a versatile man. And it was him who came first, exploding again deep within the mulatto.

He slumped forward but had no time to rest. His patron demanded his asshole, and he had no choice but to give in. Not that he would have refused. Andrew's cock gouged his insides. Again and again, that XXL-sized shaft plumbed his bowels and sent quivers of pleasure up his body. Junior pushed his ass back as much as he could without losing his balls-deep burial in the mulatto's butthole. Then, Andrew came. Hard and shuddering; panting as he slumped down on top of him.

Junior cooed. His patron's sweat-glazed chest pressed into his back. The man's weight rested completely on top of him. He gripped the mulatto's wrists, a warning not to squirm so much as their patron came down from his high. Yes, their patron. The mulatto, Vitor, was not just the pool boy and general cleaner. He serviced Andrew sexually, just as much as Junior did; although that would last for only as long as they were in Bahia.

Andrew had booked their roundtrip for a month. There would be many more demands before their return stateside, and Junior was only too happy to meet them. He smiled at the thought, as he lied on top of Vitor and under Andrew; a layer of chocolate between two caramel wafers.

* * * * *

The music soared and filled the space of the Teatro Castro Alves. Junior's voice joined the instruments, reverberated throughout the space, and around in his own chest as he reached the crescendo of his performance then ended it. At the same time as the music, to a riotous applause. Junior smiled, took his bow then looked up and caught a glimpse of his patron. Andrew stood in the balcony, smiling and clapping, and Junior felt his cock and asshole twitch.

Junior made his way backstage, wiping his brow and taking a sip of water offered by the stage manager. He felt elated. His first performance outside of the US; outside of Georgia actually, and he had never felt better. He felt excited too; his cock swelling in his pants and his asshole winking madly. He knew Andrew would be elated too, and ready to run him through his paces once they got back to the house.

It was then that he saw him. . .again. The talented young pianist, who had played that lovely solo during the short break in Junior's singing. He was the stereotype of Brazilian masculine beauty: mixed race with cinnamon skin, short cropped raven hair, cute ears that stuck out at the sides, bright hazel eyes, and luscious pink lips. He was petit, however; just a bit over half of Junior's height, slender but sinewy, and Junior could tell he had strong muscles.

Junior had seen him before, when they had first arrived at the Teatro days earlier for rehearsals. Their eyes had met then too, and Junior had felt the same electric buzz then that he felt now. His cock throbbed powerfully and the pianist's eyes wandered down then back up, a smirk curling his lovely pink lips. Junior felt himself walk toward him; guided by his lust. He broke out of his hypnosis when his path was blocked by a smiling Andrew.

"You were gorgeous out there, Junior," he purred, then tilted Junior's face into a kiss. Junior moaned, his cock throbbing even harder under Andrew's influence. "Let's get back home. I need to fuck you."

Junior glanced past Andrew but the handsome young pianist was gone.

Junior had been right in his prediction. Andrew did run him through his paces. Junior grunted, his face flat against the pillow and the edge of it between his teeth as Andrew rammed him especially hard. Despite having become accustomed to the older man's massive girth and horse-like length, Junior had never been pounded so roughly.

"Urgh! Urgh! Ugh! Mph! Mmph! Mmmurgh!"

"C'mon, boy! You can take it!"

Junior had noticed an increase in the old man's libido since they'd arrived in Bahia. Perhaps it was the warm weather and being near the sea? Or perhaps it was the fact that they'd been hooking up regularly with a bevy of handsome young local men almost since the night of their arrival. Junior gripped the pillow under him as a twinge of jealousy burned in his chest.

He'd enjoyed fucking the young men too, and getting fucked by them. It all depended on Andrew's mood. Usually he wanted to watch Junior top, but occasionally he ordered the locals to fuck him. Junior gave in willingly. After all, they were all handsome young studs and well hung to boot. Junior had moaned loudly, but not as a performance for Andrew. He had genuinely enjoyed the Brazilian horse-cocks drilling his guts. There was no faking a creamy hands-free orgasm.

"Urrrrrgh!"

"Almost there, boy!" Andrew huffed.

Junior gripped the pillow tighter. Andrew's thrusts had become stronger; roughly gouging and stretching his chute. Hands on his hips pulled him backward, and Junior gasped as the cock slammed his bowels at a new angle that brought him to the heights of pleasure.

"Fuck!" Junior barked as his aching hard cock started to fire ropes of cum over the sheet. Andrew followed, breeding him balls-deep then collapsing on top of him. As the heat and weight of the older man covered him, Junior saw the face of the young pianist in his mind. He smiled then began grinding back against Andrew's pelvis; feeling the buried log move inside him.

"Mmmm? Ready for round two?" Andrew purred. Junior did not respond with words as he gyrated on the cock lodged within him, which encouraged Andrew to begin sawing through him once more.

* * * * *

Junior awoke the next morning with his asshole aching. Still, he rose out of bed as he had to attend his vocal training classes. Despite technically being on vacation, Andrew wanted Junior to continue to train and improve his voice and breathing technique. This was accomplished with help of Andrew's good friend, Emilio.

Originally from Colombia, Emilio knew more than a thing or two about the human voice, having been a vocal trainer for over twenty years, and having helped train several of Latin America's biggest vocal sensations as well as several international voices. However, in his late fifties, he'd decided to retire from the business. He did not look old, however.

Much like Andrew, Emilio was a handsome man; a stunning Latino gentleman with olive skin and long dark hair that flowed like silk rivers over his shoulders with strands of silver woven throughout. His beard and mustache were thick but well-groomed and his body was fit, and without flab. Of course, since he had retired, his training of Junior was a favor to his old friend, Andrew, and Junior knew all too well the favor had to be repaid.

After their morning vocal training—with Andrew sunbathing some ways down the long stretch of beach beyond the beach front house—Junior savored Emilio taking him. The Latino gentleman knew what he was doing. His smooth hands caressed Junior's milk-chocolate skin as he removed Junior's shirt. With Emilio's hard bulge pressed against his buttocks, Junior gasped as the man opened his pants and gripped his raging hard cock.

"Gorgeous. . .you truly are a gorgeous young man," Emilio noted. "Andrew is lucky to have you, and I am even luckier to take you now."

Junior moaned as Emilio sucked on his neck then sank to his knees, kissing his way down Junior's back. Junior mewed as the man spread his buns and sank his tongue in between. He loved having his ass ate. He gripped the edges of the desk as Emilio worked his oral magic. Junior's moans rose from base to tenor as he was thoroughly rimmed, and his asshole winked wildly. He grunted as his hard cock was guided backward and Emilio caressed it with his tongue then engulfed it fully.

"Mmm. . . delicious. . .black cock!" Emilio hissed between sucking.

The man licked and sucked on Junior's balls next; his smooth-shaven balls, just as Andrew preferred it. Emilio licked up his taint then returned to drilling his chute with his tongue before he stood and tapped his cock against it. Junior moaned and wiggled his ass. While not as long as Andrew, Emilio's erection was certainly nearly as thick. It pushed in and Junior howled his pleasure as he was penetrated deep, until Emilio had filled him to the root.

"A pity you will soon return to the States," Emilio purred as he began a slow shafting of Junior's guts. "I will miss your sweet chocolate ass but I will take you as often as I can while you're here."

Junior moaned, his face flat against the top of desk as he relished Emilio's increased force. The Latino cock filled and drilled him. It plunged into his depths; punched all the right buttons to make him moan out loud; sent electric thrills up his body and made his nipples tingle. Junior's cock stayed hard as steel, dribbling precum onto the floor as the force of Emilio's thrusts rocked both him and the desk. Then the fuck slowed, and Emilio leaned in over his back.

"Wonderful ass, boy! And such a big hard cock," he chuckled and grabbed Junior's erection.

Junior mewed as Emilio jacked him off in time with his strokes. Emilio was a masterful top. While his cock was not as immediately impressive as Andrew's, his skill lay in pleasuring his bottoms, and Junior certainly felt that pleasure; embraced the slowly building joy in his rectum. The man plied his prostate while jerking his cock, and Junior was helpless to resist the call to orgasm. With a yelp of joy, he erupted straight down onto the floor.

"Perfect!" Emilio barked, then began a brutal pounding of Junior's innards until he too reached his climax.

Junior moaned, and savored the warmth spreading through his bowels, and the hot panting weight of the older man against his back. Junior clenched his asshole on the buried cock, exciting Emilio to action again as he knew the vocal trainer would take him for a second round. And he did; with Junior on his back on the desk, his legs over Emilio's shoulders as the handsome Latino gentleman knifed through him and brought Junior to a second explosive orgasm.

* * * * *

The lights of the Teatro Castro Alves shone down on him, and Junior sang. Even from the first note, he realized how much the week and a half of training under Emilio had improved his breath control. He belted out the powerful notes yet had more air left to lengthen them. His transition from base to baritone to tenor was smoother. Every bit of his performance had been strengthened and had become more versatile. He smiled as he took his bow to an even more thunderous applause than he'd received before.

In spite of his elation, the feeling quickly vanished when he walked backstage. The handsome young pianist had not appeared that night, and Junior knew he would not be waiting for him backstage. The word around was that the young man had gone to Rio with an older man; his sugar daddy. Junior cursed his folly for thinking that he could have even had one night of pleasure with him. They were both boys, owned by demanding men.

Despite his feelings, the thought made his cock hard, and just in time as Andrew walked up to him, smiling. Any thoughts toward the young pianist faded as Andrew kissed him. Gentle and sweet, his patron held him close and Junior's hard cock throbbed between them. Andrew gripped it.

"Someone's in the mood," the older man chuckled. "Let's get out of here. You need to be fucked, don't you?"

"Yes! Boy needs Daddy's dick," Junior purred.

He did need it. He needed Andrew to pound the foolish memories of the young pianist from his mind; to destroy any hope he'd had of even a brief fling with him. Indeed, Andrew did just that. Junior's mind focused on the XXL-sized cock plundering his guts and the pleasure it brought him as he gripped the sheets, growling as Andrew reached his climax. Warmth flooded his insides and Junior sighed his delight. Almost as soon as he recovered, Andrew flipped him onto his back and folded him in half.

Junior cried out as Andrew's cock nestled in his guts, balls-deep, then resumed its deep-plunging thrusts. The cock stretched and drilled his innards until Junior erupted all over himself, white cream over his milk-chocolate skin. His mind dazed by pleasure, Junior could only moan softly; accepting every inch of Andrew's cock. After the third round, Junior rested beneath Andrew. He clenched his asshole and the old man began gyrating inside of him once more.

"Boy still wants more?" he whispered.

"Yes, Daddy! Always more!" Junior hissed.

He gasped as Andrew pushed in deep. He moaned as his patron began another round of anal shafting. Junior allowed the pleasure to overwhelm him, and wipe the last vain images of the handsome young pianist from his mind.