Taken

It was two days to the party.

Master and I woke late. We enjoyed a wonderful breakfast in the hotel and then made our way back to the house. As we got closer to the point that the door would close on my bedroom, with me on the other side and back in familiar surroundings, back to being the dutiful slave, I smiled. How odd that something so terrible - what others would call my kidnap and abuse at the hands of criminals - would turn out to be a life affirming and such a positive experience. I figured most people would think I was crazy but the truth was, while I was terribly insecure and I knew it, my own analysis was that I was happier now than I had ever been. Who cared how I got here?

I had to trust that Master would not let me down in a few days time. Until then I had to maintain my place as a tame, compliant boy for hire. I wondered what I would have thought about that only a month or two ago. I guessed it would have turned me on as a fantasy, but appalled me if I thought about the reality of it. I smiled to myself at that. In a month I felt like I had grown up, experienced more than I could have imagined. I could barely remember the bad stuff. My head was full of sex with Master, a birthday that wasn’t my birthday, a sparkling night out in a swanky hotel rubbing shoulders with celebrities, and that St.John boy who was never far from my thoughts.

As we sat in the back of the car I caught Master studying me in that way he did. He smiled back at me and raised an eyebrow.

“I’m just remembering the good times.” I said, my voice quiet and reflective.

“I’m glad.” He said. I was expecting another lecture about the future, maybe something about how there will be plenty more good times. Maybe something about trusting him. I guess he knew I didn’t need to hear it. He just turned away to stare out of the window. For the first time I started to wonder whether Master was anxious, too, about how this chapter of my life ended. Did he think maybe I would disappear over the horizon if I was given the opportunity? I figured that in his mind, he was still the guy who had organised my capture, rape and enslavement and that was true, he was. I just didn’t care any more and I didn’t have a way of properly explaining that to him.

I shuffled across the back seat to sit closer to him. I placed my hand on his and just said “Thanks. That was a wonderful evening. I’m glad we could spend it together.”

He moved his hand, taking it out from under mine and placing it on top. He squeezed, never taking his eyes from the window.

By the time we pulled up at the house, his quiet mood had evaporated and he was back to being being loud, funny, and silly. We got to my room and he embraced me. “God, you make me feel and act like a fucking teenager!” He said, grinning. “I need to go do some adulting. I’ll be back up here for the party briefing. Some senior people are coming over. That means…….”

“Yeah, I know” I said. “I need to mind the rules.” He kinda half-smiled at me. It was like asking me to behave like a slave was wearing thin for him. I thought about that for a moment and decided it was wearing thin for me, too. I’d still do it, of course, but I wanted to push the boundaries a little.

“Hey,” I said. “If I can go out and spend a night in a cool hotel with you and party the night away, why don’t I come with you? Maybe the rules can go to hell?” I said. I knew the answer before Master spoke, but I was surprised at the intensity.

“No!” He said. “Absolutely not!”. I was really taken aback at how quickly and angrily he came back at me.

I frowned, more in curiosity than anything. “Am I allowed to ask why, Master?” I added the ‘Master’ deliberately and I emphasised that word. I wanted to show that if he was that way with me, I’d go back to being the submissive slave with him.

“Jesus….” He muttered. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to snap. It’s….. it’s for your own good. Look, no-one will expect me to be out shopping, or at a party, with one of the service personnel or any other kind of…… boy.” He explained. “But when you’re here, when we’re around other people, it has to look like you’re one of the crew. I can’t explain why, yet. It just does. If I let you leave this room, wander around, behave differently in front of other company people….. I’d be putting you in danger. I still have a few things to do make it safe for you, okay?”

“Okay.” I said and it was my turn to raise an eyebrow. “That’s……er…… some new information there ,Jonno”. I rarely called him Jonno. I wanted to show him that we were back to normal. But I was more than intrigued by this new snippet of information.

“We doing the whole ‘do you trust me’ conversation again?” He asked, now smiling again.

“Nah.” I said. “You know I trust you. You’ll tell me when you tell me. Until then I guess I’ll just put up with your bullshit.”

He was about to say something but I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him before he could. “Thought you had grown up shit to do, my lord and master?” I said.

He sighed and nodded. He paused, seemed reluctant to go, but after a few moments of thought he turned and left me. I spent a few minutes wondering what the hell was actually going on before I told myself that I should just watch some TV and stop thinking about it. I did wonder whether he was about to tell me before he left. He had that look on his face. It started to make me think that I could probably get him to tell me if I pushed hard enough.

And then I remembered that I didn’t care. And I really didn’t. I slumped on the bed and grabbed the TV remote. The briefing would be late morning and I had one client today, later in the day. Nothing to do but watch the time pass me by.
- - - - - - - -
As the party briefing got closer, I got more excited. As new people from this strange organisation started to arrive, the whole thing started to feel real.

The briefing was taking place in my bedroom. Master Johns was here with Mister Connor. Two women were here, one to talk to me about the schedule for the party and the other to take all of my measurements for my outfit. A small but incredibly muscular man was also here to talk about security.

The small, mouse-like women was up first and it was her job to take my measurements and talk to me about my outfit. I wasn’t sure why she needed measurements because I knew Master had them or he wouldn’t have been able to get me tailor made dinner suits. However, I kept my mouth shut.

The woman was older than the others, her steel-gray hair tied up in a tight bun on top of her head and little half-moon glasses balanced on the tip of her nose. She needed me to strip to my underwear and she wouldn’t do so until everyone waited outside. “I simply will not work with all of you gawping at the boy like meat on a market stall” she explained. There was a small amount of resistance to that notion and I did try to explain that I was quite used to getting out of my clothing in front of other people but credit to her, she got her own way. The others all waited in the hallway outside my room while the woman measured every inch of me.

I was wearing very tight white briefs and I asked if I should strip off my underwear for her. She looked at me with a withering expression. “I don’t think we need to measure THAT do we dear?” She said. I just let her get on with it from that point. She confirmed that they already had my measurements anyway, but that she was just checking everything personally, which cleared up my unspoken question. She made several notes before declaring that my costume would be ready for collection the next day at the dress rehearsal where I would have a full fitting. It was the first I had heard about a dress rehearsal, so I made a mental note to ask someone about that later. She asked if I knew anything about the costume and said no.

“The theme for the party is Roman and Greek Fusion, although what all that nonsense means is anybody’s guess. All of the service personnel, girls and boys, will be wearing white kilts. Girls will wear a sheer white crop top while boys will wear crossed leather braces over bare chests. They’re a little bit like a bandolier, dear. Think ‘pirate’ and you won’t be far off” she explained. I sort-of knew what she was referring to, but I guessed I would see for myself soon enough. “They look good on the muscled young men. Goodness only knows what you’ll look like in them, you skinny young thing. I may have to make some thinner straps for you to scale down the look for your slight frame. We’ll cross that bridge at your fitting tomorrow dear, nothing that can’t be accomplished. I have my best man on the case.” she said. “Now, you have the choice of sandals or bare feet. I suggest you make your choice tomorrow at the fitting and go with whatever is most comfortable for you. There are two ways in which a girl or boy may customise their costume. The first is with your choice of underwear but you must have the approval of your master. Oh, I see here that doesn’t apply to you, dear. I have an instruction here that your underwear is to be open at the back and must be white. I am sorry about that. I suppose they want you to look pure and to show off your bottom. I guess they expect you’ll be busy. Well, that’s not a problem as I have some nice garments that we can try. Some new things that no-one has yet seen, so that will be nice. I’ll be sure we have your size. There will be spares for you for when they get dirty.”

I was taking all this in. The part about ‘expected to be busy’ could mean only one thing. I was going to get fucked. A lot. I hid a slight smile at ‘when they get dirty’. The lady continued.

“The other way you might customise is via any of your piercings or any usual S&M gear or toys if you use them, but I see here that doesn’t apply to you either. They obviously don’t want to ruin your look with all that nonsense. Well, I think that’s best, don’t you agree?”

“Yes, Mistress” I said. I didn’t have any piercings and I was used to wearing what I was told by now. It didn’t matter to me, much. I just hoped it looked nice.

“Finally, your tassel. Yes, I thought so. I’m in the presence of royalty!” She exclaimed, a smile on her face. I didn’t really understand that and I must have frowned a bit as I tried to work it out. “Now don’t frown dear” she said. “It wrinkles that pretty little nose and it will age you. You didn’t know you were one of the four?” She asked.

“Oh....” I said. “Someone did mention that to me, but I don’t really understand it, Mistress. I have hardly left this room in weeks, Mistress, and I only realised there were others like me a little while ago”.

“Oh, I’m not sure there are others quite like you, dear. You’re the last of the taken. Of course, you won’t have met many people in the organisation, will you? I imagine you haven’t met any of the boys and girls. Being one of the four simply means that you are one of the four highest ranked of our service personnel. You attract the highest fees. As a result, you will wear a gold tassel on your bandolier. There will be boys and girls wearing silver, and red, and white. You will also wear a light pink armband. Pink denotes that you receive rather than give. That’s correct, isn’t?”

“Erm..... yes Mistress. I think so Mistress” I answered. I was a bit surprised by the question and it kinda embarrassed me. I knew my cheeks had flushed red. I had wanted to go back to the ‘others like me’ part of the conversation but Mistress moved on so quickly that I forgot.

“Now now, no need to be embarrassed. It’s a big wide world and we need givers and takers, as my old mentor used to say. You’re a bottom and knowing what our clients tend to like, I am not surprised you’re wearing gold. You certainly do have a nice little bottom.” She laughed a little at her own joke. “Givers will be wearing pale blue, of course. Now, last thing. I see you have had your bracers and ankle cuffs removed. That’s unusual. You’ll be the only one without them. We’ll need to get you some replacements as clients will expect to be able to restrain any service personnel if the need or the desire arises.”

I had a sharp intake of breath at that. I could live with being temporarily restrained by a horny party guest, but I remembered keenly the pain of having the leather straps attached and I really didn’t want to be burned before the party. Mistress noticed and asked me “That provoked a reaction. Out with it boy, what’s the problem?”

“Er...... Mistress ” I said. “I was just, er..... remembering that fixing my last set of bracers and cuffs was..... painful, Mistress”. I said.

“I see” she said and she looked sympathetic. “I do not suppose there is a need to fix them in place. You have one or two other freedoms now, so I imagine your Master has confidence that you’re not going to run away. Perhaps we can simply have them buckled up. I will speak with Master Johns on my way out. It’s good that your Master is who he is. At least he can make the decision. Now, any questions?” She said. I shook my head and added a “no Mistress” for good measure. I thought it best not to mention that Mister Connor had said something similar about buckled-up bracers when he cut my old one’s off.

The costume lady packed away her tape and notepad and insisted I get dressed again before she opened the door and allowed everyone to file back into the room. Master raised an eyebrow at me as he walked past me, a silly grin on his face. He mouthed “worst slave in history” at me and winked. I stifled a laugh with a cough.

Everyone took up a comfortable station around the room. I chose to sit on the floor, my back to the bed.

Before she left and closed the door, the costume lady addressed Master Johns. “Master Johns the boy will need cuffs re-attached. He is a little nervous about the process of fixing the tamper-proofing. Understandable really. He’s only a slight young thing, bless him. Are you comfortable with us attaching the restraints by the straps and buckles alone?”

Master glanced at me, a half smile on his face. “Poor thing, he must be beside himself” he said. I knew him well enough to know that he was making fun of me. “I suppose that will be acceptable.” I smiled a little - good old Master Jonno, I thought. However, he caught my eye, winked, and added. “I’ll leave it to him to think about what he tells the other girls and boys when they inevitably ask him why his restraints have not been secured. He’s such a smart boy. I’m sure he will think of something so he’s not bullied too much”.

If there had been no-one else in the room I would have thrown something at Master Johns.

“Well, quite” the lady said. “And he certainly is a smart boy. One of the most polite I have encountered in our service. Lovely boy. Very commendable, I’m sure”. She left and closed the door without another word. I narrowed my eyes at Master, to which he just grinned broadly in my direction.

The lady who was to run through the party schedule cleared her throat, impatient to start. She was sitting in the armchair with a large folder of papers open in her lap.

“Rather usually, we haven’t met, boy. I’m Mistress Anrey.” I forced myself not to roll my eyes at the ‘boy’. So few people outside of paying clients called me ‘boy’ these days that it was beginning to annoy me when people did it. “Yes mistress” I said. I threw a dirty look at Master. He pulled a funny face and mouthed “so polite”, clearly trying to make me laugh and get me in trouble.

“I run the service personnel and take care of events such as this. We’re here to talk about the tenth annual company ball. This year the theme is Greek and Roman Fusion. Your costume details have been covered so I’ll not repeat that.” She shuffled through papers. “You’re a gold tassel, so let’s start there. You understand what we mean by ‘gold tassel’?”

“Yes mistress” I answered.

“Good, good. Now, you’re currently handled exclusively by Master John’s team..... Highly irregular but I suppose you are a high ranking boy…. let’s have a look. Oh, I see you have been removed from the schedule. Is that correct, Master Johns?” She asked, frowning.

“That’s right. We’re taking no more requests for this particular boy at this time.” He suddenly had a deep, authoritative voice. Under his breath he said something about putting me out to pasture. Mistress Anrey asked him to repeat that as she hadn’t heard. “Oh, nothing” he said. He was making stupid jokes and messing around so he was clearly back in a great mood for some reason, or he was horny. Or both, I thought.

“Quite. Well, boy, that’s going to make things interesting. We may have to reconsider security” she looked up at the muscled man who nodded and made a note. “As a gold tassel you’ll generate a lot of interest. Clients will be in attendance who can not ordinarily afford to spend time with you and this will be their chance to do so. Wealthier clients would ordinarily make a note and simply schedule you for some personal time, however as you’re no longer accepting company this will be their only chance to be with you, too.” She turned a few pages as if checking something. Her eyes went wide and she looked me up and down. “That said, when you were on the schedule there would not have been many who could afford that price!” She seemed quite shocked. “Did you have many bookings at that rate, Master Johns?” She asked.

Master glanced casually at me and smiled a sloppy smile, and then looked back to Mistress. “Oh yes.” He said emphatically. “I assure you, we could sell this boy three times a day, seven days a week, and I’d still have a queue.” I blushed a little at that.

She gave a deep sigh, obviously confused as to why, then, I was off limits to new customers. She looked me in the eye. “You’re going to be busy, boy.”

My eyes went wide. This was the second reference to ‘being busy’ already. Just how fucked was I going to be? And how expensive was I? I might have to ask Master about that later.

“We’ll have to think about that. This is your first party isn’t it?” She asked.

I nodded. “Yes Mistress”.

She sighed again. “Well, your role is very simple. You will mingle with the guests and engage in conversation. You are to make every effort to avoid being caught, through your own cleverness, guile and your wits.” I must have looked like I didn’t understand that as Mistress Anrey stopped, raised an eyebrow, and asked “You have a question?”

“Um...... I thought the idea was that clients would......”

She interrupted. “Take you? Of course it is. But we can’t have you laying down spread-eagle on the pool table while our guests form an orderly queue. My word, you’d never survive the evening. No, the thrill is in the chase. Your role is to heighten the thrill. Of course, there will be times when you’re caught and taken in which case the usual rules apply. We will think about security later today and with the Master of Ceremonies at the venue. Maybe we can do something to help ensure you do not spend every minute on your back.”

I smiled at that. Mistress Anrey snapped at me, “You might well smile boy, but there are going to be hundreds of guests at this party. As the most expensive decommissioned gold tassel in history you’ll be the most popular attraction we have. If we leave you to your own devices you won’t be able to walk for a month after the party”.

She muttered something about ‘what she had been given to work with’ while I pursed my lips and looked over at Master Johns again. I might murder him later, perhaps beat him to death with a pillow or something.

Mistress Anrey spent some time schooling me on how to behave, what I might say to move on from a conversation and some things to look out for. Most of it was common sense and politeness and not staying too long in one place.

“As a gold, you will not be asked to serve or carry a tray or run errands so if anyone asks you, you may tell them that you were instructed not to by me.” She flicked through paperwork again. “You have no special bookings to attend to during the party, so I will leave everything else to the Master of Ceremonies tomorrow. Doesn’t leave anything else for me to cover. Any questions?”

“No Mistress. Thank you Mistress”.

“Good. Security?”

The burly, short man stepped forward, his arms folded. He had a gruff voice and a British accent. He looked like an army sergeant or something. “Security will be very tight at the venue. The perimeter will be marked by the boundary fence, which will be floodlit and patrolled by the canine team. Under no circumstances may you cross the perimeter. I strongly advise you remain within the primary grounds, which includes the property and the gardens. Put simply, if the grass isn’t cut short you’re off the primary grounds. Questions?”

“None, sir. That’s clear, sir.” I said.

“Good. Now, you will be watched via CCTV at all times within the main venue and by the time my team is done, our cameras will cover about 75 per cent of the available space. If we lose you on CCTV for more than 20 minutes a security detail will be sent to find you. If you are engaged with a client the detail will stand by until you are back in zone. We will only interrupt if you are in obvious difficulty. I say that so i’m clear: we do not step in for ordinary rough stuff. If you need help, you need to find a way to show us that you need help. Remember those details as they are important. Questions?”

“Sir. I’ll be watched on camera, I have 20 minutes to get back in a camera zone or security will find me. If I am in difficulty, make that clear and security will intervene. How will I know that I am no longer in a camera zone, sir?”

“Damn good question, boy” he said. “He allowed to know that?” He asked of Master Johns. Master nodded.

“Right. Above each doorway to the right, and that includes arches and the like, there’s a red spot that my team has placed where camera coverage is poor or does not exist. Not many places that you’ll need to be concerned about but I can imagine a client or two wanting to - how shall I say this? - squirrel you away in a quiet place. Answer your question, son?”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir” I said.

“Good, good. Right, there’s an area set aside for service personnel to change, shower, and all that. The area is closed off to all clients. Clients must not pass the security door into the changing area. I don’t care who they are. Understood?”

“Understood, sir. No clients in the crew changing area, sir”.

“Right. You can access the area with the six digit code you’ll get tomorrow. You must add your own service number to the end of that code. If you follow another of the service crew through the door you must always enter your own code. That’s so my team can track you. Also means you can’t hide in there. It’s off-camera and you know what happens if you’re off camera for 20 minutes. There will be security on the door, but they are the last line of defence and I’m expecting the service crew to do their job and ditch clients before you get to this area. Understood? Questions?”

“All understood, sir” I said “but I do not know if I have a ‘service number’, sir”.

Master Johns leaned forward. “You are number 16. One six.” He said.

“There you are, son”. He said. “Not sure how you’ve gone this long without having to know your number but you have it now. So, you enter the six digits followed by one, six. Now, thinking about your situation as a gold tassel and all that..... I am going to ask the Master of Ceremonies have other service crew look out for you and step in if you get stuck. Find you a sort-of wing man. Or maybe that should be anti-wing-man. You seem like an intelligent lad so you might not need it, but that’s going to be better than having security follow you around. My lot can be a real passion killer. Ok, we’re done. You’re a good lad, you’ll do fine. You got any last questions?”

“No sir. Thank you, sir.” I said. At least I was going to be relatively safe as I tried to avoid being railed by 200 clients in one night.

“Master Johns, he listens better than half my recruits. Shame he doesn’t have some meat on him or I’d suggest he joins my team.” He turned to me. “Impressed, boy. Well done”.

The group broke up. Mistress Anrey and the nameless security man left, leaving me with Master Johns and Mister Conner. As soon as the door was closed, Master laughed.

“Such a polite boy” he mimicked. “A good lad” he said, shaking his head around. “Oh, please sir, I don’t know my service number”. Mister Conner hid his broad smile behind his hand. “Shame he doesn’t have some meat on him”. He paused and looked at me with a sly expression. “Been plenty of meat in him, though” he said with a dirty grin.

I laughed at that. I responded, copying Master’s deep voice as best I could. “Oh, yes, we really want you at the party and we really want it to be your decision. What’s that? I didn’t mention that hundreds of people will be chasing you around all trying to ensure that you’ll need your ass stitched up to stop your guts from falling out when they’ve all finished with you.....?” I folded my arms and pulled a grumpy face.

Mister Connor and Master both fell about laughing and I joined them.

“You’ll be just fine” Master said eventually. “As you demonstrate regularly you are perfectly able to turn on the charms. That’s all you need. Keep moving from group to group, be polite and keep pretending to be that innocent young soul and you’ll make it work.” He said.

“Pretending?” I shrieked. “Before I met you I was innocent. You lot have turned me into....” I paused, losing track of the sentence but also worried that I might have been a bit too cutting. Master looked me in the eye and grinned again, showing me we were ok. “Turned you into......?” He said. “A hot little boy-slut with the best ass in the northern hemisphere who jumps under the covers at the drop of a pair of underpants?” He said through his grin.

I pouted. “Fair point” I said, letting him win that round.

“I think this is where I take my leave” said Mister Connor, who smiled at me and left the room.

Master came over to me, reached out to take my hand and pull me to my feet. “Funny” he said. “I think this is where I take my...... piece of ass” he was already kissing me before he finished his sentence.

“Horny?” I asked. “I’d never have guessed!”

“I have seen the costume you’re wearing tomorrow. It’s hot. Real hot. You are going to look...... Fucking hot!” He said. “I do not know how I got through that meeting without a hardon”.

“So, you want to make an appointment with your own service crew member?” I asked, my arms snaking around his waist.

“Why yes” he said. “I think we should practice what happens at the party when your smart mouth can’t get you out of trouble”.

I giggled. Master quickly stripped me naked from the waist down, not bothering with my top. He pushed me back on the bed, pushed my legs back, and then he took me hard and fast. It reminded me a little of last night. He came quickly, but it was oh so good. Before he pulled out he jerked me off while he was still inside me. We rarely had a ‘quickie’ but it was great.

He took his cock out and pulled up his pants while I lay there, Master’s cum at my rear and my own pooling on my belly. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow to take you to the venue. You’re staying there overnight and tomorrow’s client will be serviced there, that ok?”

“Sure” I said. “Should be fine, especially if they all have your problem with premature ejaculation.” I joked.

Master grabbed me, turned me over, and started to spank my bottom. It was just hard enough to sting but not hurt. I cried out in mock pain. “Security!” I shouted. “Security!”

Master laughed. “Very funny” he said. He stopped smacking me and bent to kiss my bottom instead. “There, now don’t get me in trouble with the guards, ok? And you can’t blame me, can you? I’m only human and that ass of yours....... hmmmmmm it’s just too good!”

I giggled again. “Such a gentleman” I said. “Will I see you at the party?”

“Yep. I might need a place to sleep tomorrow. Might need a bed on party night too. You know anywhere I can bunk?”

I smiled. That made any nervousness about the party disappear. “That actually makes me really happy” I said.

“You’re not worried are you?” He asked. “You don’t need to be. Don’t be concerned about what those people say. You are more than capable of fielding a few lecherous old men. I think you’ll have fun. Nothing you won’t enjoy, promise. And I’ll be keeping eye on you.” he said.

I felt better. Just having Master there for me felt good.

Master chuckled. “So, how long have you spent chewing over your future? You been stewing up here on your own?” He was making fun, but I had to admit he knew me well.

“I started to. But this guy I know only gives my tiny bits of information, so I gave up trying to put them together and watched crappy daytime TV instead” I said with a laugh.

“Hey, you trust me” He said. “So do not worry about it. Like I said, I’ve got your back......” he pushed me onto my front again and gave me one last smack. “And I’ve got your ass, too”.

He left, laughing to himself as he went. I rubbed my butt cheek, which was now red and warm. I decided to put the whole thing out of my mind once and for all. I had a client today, a party to get ready for, and another couple of clients after that. Plenty to think about before I had to choose which brand of cardboard box to sleep under if they kicked me out.

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About forty of us were standing in a large ballroom all dressed up in our white kilts and accessories. People seemed to be grouped together and chatting and clearly most people knew at least someone else here. I felt a bit out of it standing around on my own, but I guess I was used to being a loner.

My white kilt was super short, only barely covering my ass. It seemed to me that all of us with pink armbands were wearing short kilts while those few with a blue band had a kilt that dropped longer down the back of the leg, but rose up a little at the front. I was wearing new cuffs and ankle restraints but they weren’t sealed, just buckled up. Some people already seemed to have noticed that but no-one had yet asked me about it. To complete my costume I was wearing light-brown leather braces that crossed over my chest and then crossed again on my back. They were clipped to the top of my kilt to keep it from falling down. All of the boys had this ‘bandolier’ as the costume people called it. Some wore thicker straps than others based on their muscle definition. My straps were about an inch wide, the narrowest here for sure. Attached over my left breast was a small golden tassel. It was made from a sparkly gold thread that hung down about three inches. Big enough to be seen from a distance but small enough to not get in the way. Underneath the kilt I was wearing a kind of bright white jockstrap. Instead of thick elastic straps it was made of some silky stretchy material than was almost see-through. They were more like silky briefs with the ass cut out. I could hardly tell I had anything on at all. If I bent over, no-one would notice that I had! They were very skimpy, too. If I got hard in these things, everyone here would know. Frankly, they’d probably just fall down. The costume was certainly designed for ease of access. I chose not to wear the sandals and it seemed most of the others had done likewise.

The fitting had been kinda fun. The Mistress was there again, darting around and supervising everything. There was a very effeminate, stick thin older man dealing with me. My gold status meant I had a private fitting with him. He stripped me totally naked and tried various types of open-backed underwear before settling on the things I was wearing. Each time I tried something new he ran his hands all over them, his very long, thin fingers probing everywhere “to ensure the fit is just right” he said. After the fourth or fifth pair I was starting to get hard from his attention. “I know, darling” he had said to me. “But you mustn’t tease me”. He got me dressed in my kilt, made new leather straps for me while I waited, and showed me how to attach them. Finally he made me twirl around and then bend over and touch my toes. While in that position he walked around me, reaching out occasionally to smooth the kilt or adjust my underwear. At one point he had placed a single finger on my anus and very lightly rubbed it. “So pretty and so pink” he had said. He finally stood me up, told me I was “so incredibly beautiful” and to be careful bending over because I was “just leaving everything out there on display darling and your anus would turn a very straight man gay”. I think I had smiled all through the fitting. He had handed me a large pile of matching underwear and a few spare kilts. He told me to “give them hell darling”, smacked my bottom and showed me the door, leaving me to find my changing room and put everything in its place.

We each had a small changing cubicle with a little locker and there were communal showers - boys and girls together. There were also toilet facilities and a small lounge area where we could sit and have a soft drink. We had all been instructed to shower after every “encounter” but to be quick. Most of us has a small bottle of lubricant that tucked into a little slot low down in the left front strap of the bandolier. We were told it was for “just in case” purposes and that we should all lube after showering anyway, as usual. There were big pump-action bottles in each cubicle for personal use and that we could use to refill if we needed to.

The place was HUGE. It was like a palace or something. The grounds were huge, the rooms were huge, and I had no idea how many rooms it had. It was all wide hallways, marble-floored reception rooms, and chandeliers. There were large open spaces for eating and drinking, for dancing and general gatherings, as well as plenty of secluded corners, rooms, rooms off of other rooms, and other places that could be used for ‘entertaining’.

The main ballroom, where we were all gathered, was the biggest room I had ever seen. It had an unbelievably high ceiling with five huge chandeliers that dropped down from the intricately painted ceiling. Around the edges of the room were an assortment of tables, soft seating, and some card tables. In the centre of the back wall was a stage with a long walkway coming out into the middle of the room. The stage was backed off with heavy crimson curtains, behind which was a set of doors into an anteroom.

Looking around, I was surprised at how many people were here. There were a lot of staff hurrying about and a lot of uniformed security. I had seen Master Johns a few times and everyone seemed very deferential to him. I guess I hadn’t realised how ‘senior’ he was. I hadn’t spoken with him since he dropped me off with the Master of Ceremonies.

The boys and girls were a very broad mix. Something for everyone I guess. Most of the boys were young or young-looking and wearing pink armbands. They were a bit like me really, but all of them looked older and they were a mixture of shapes and sizes. A few of the boys were quite ripped, with oiled muscles and six packs. Two of the boys were probably in their early twenties and they looked like bronzed gods. They were, unsurprisingly, wearing blue armbands. They were seriously hot, if not really my thing. The girls were also a mix, ranging from the very young looking skinny things to a some larger girls and a few whose breasts were huge. The sheer tops they were all wearing left nothing much to the imagination, so there was an array of breasts and nipples on display. There were some that I quite liked the look of, but I found my eyes wondering more to the boys than the girls.

The age range of the girls was broader. One girl who I had caught sight of looked like she might be my age, or at least she looked very young like me. She was the only other person I had seen with a gold tassel. Some other girls were young looking women, maybe in their late twenties or early thirties. None of the boys were that old.

The Master of Ceremonies climbed up onto the stage and walked out onto the runway. “SILENCE!” He called, and immediately the noise in the room disappeared. We all gathered around the runway where he stood.

“Welcome welcome welcome” he said in a loud, deep, rumbling voice. “I trust you are all looking forward the tenth annual ball?” There were a few cheers and shouts of ‘yes’ from the assembled boys and girls. “Good. You have all had your briefings in your usual groups” he said. I smiled at that. Yep, my usual group: alone. “So I will not cover details that you know already. Listen carefully as I walk you through how we will open the evening. I will not repeat these instructions and shall be cross with anyone who isn’t paying attention.” He stressed the word ‘attention’ as he looked down off the stage at two people who were whispering to one another. They stopped, looked suitably sheepish. “Sorry, Master” could be heard and the man continued.

“On your arrival here tomorrow night you will be escorted to the room behind me” he waved his arm in the direction of the curtain at the head of the stage. You will gather there quietly. When your number is called you will come out onto the stage, you will walk left, turn, walk to the right of the stage, turn, come back to the centre. You will walk to the end of this runway, where you will either bow or curtsy as appropriate. You walk back and you line up on the stage. You, yes you” he pointed down at someone in the group. “Come, come, up you get. You can show everyone.”

He had the girl come out through the curtain. As instructed she walk to the left of the stage, to the right, then back to the middle and up the runway. She curtsied, and returned to the main stage to stand in line. I noticed that her underwear was tantalisingly on display throughout.

“Good, good. Everyone has that now, I’m sure. Now, you will be called, so no need to worry about the order, but be aware that you will come out in your numbered groups with the exception of those wearing silver and gold. We’ll deal with the main group first, then silvers, then golds. Understand? Good. For the silvers, you’re all in number order so that’s easy. Golds...... let me see.... ah yes. You’re in number order with the exception of number sixteen. Sixteen, where are you.....?” Literally everyone started looking around for number sixteen and the noise level in the room grew and conversations quickly started up.

I suddenly realised that was me. I raised my hand and shouted as loudly as I could, “Here, Master”.

The Master of Ceremonies looked over at me. “Good, good. Be quiet everybody. Number sixteen, you will come out last which should be easy enough to remember. You’ll walk the stage, walk the runway, and then you will remain in place at the end of the runway after your bow. The other golds will file in behind you, then the silvers. I want the silvers and golds on the runway and everyone else on the main stage. It’s not difficult. Remember it.”

There was a chorus of “yes, Master”.

For the rest of the dress rehearsal I could feel eyes on me. Now I had been singled out I seemed to be the subject of all the gossip. There were obvious whispers as I walked past people and I’m sure I caught a few people pointing at me. It didn’t particularly bother me, but I would have preferred to have retained some anonymity.

Master continued. “Good. The lights will drop and you will all file back into the anteroom behind the stage. It will be quite dark so try - please try - not to fall off the stage and break your neck. Some of you are supposed to be stiff, but not that stiff”.

There was a general round of laughter.

“There is a luminous strip, so just follow that”.

There was a practice run where we all filed out on the stage, did our thing, and eventually filed back out. No-one screwed up, so it was counted a successful dress rehearsal. I noticed that when I bowed my kilt lifted right up exposing my ass. I remembered what the guy dressing me had said. Other people were wearing cool underwear and a few had leather stuff on, so I felt naked in comparison. I’d have to think about that as it seemed a bit much to me.

“Now, security....” he shouted after we had all completed our trial run to his satisfaction. “Each guard will have a shock stick handy. We do not expect trouble, of course, but it’s important that security can handle anything that comes up very swiftly. That said I will repeat some things you all already know. None of the service personnel may partake in a drink, nor in any other substance. Doesn’t matter who offers it, you’re simply not permitted. You’re not to hide away and I shall be annoyed with anyone who does. And as usual, you’re to leave one another alone. You’re here for the guests, not for each other. Any transgression might find you on the wrong end of one of those shock sticks. You all understand?”

There was a rather bored sounding chorus of “yes”. Clearly everyone else had heard that all before.

Finally, the Master of Ceremonies told us all that we could explore the property and grounds until our Masters collected us. We were told to avoid the kitchens where food was being prepared but he encouraged us to go everywhere else so we knew the ‘lay of the land’ and could recommend a quiet place to take a guest if asked to do so.

Everyone disappeared in their pairs or groups so I picked a direction and started walking. I got the impression that these people rarely got this level of freedom so there was an air of excitement. I knew how they felt. I spent most of the last month in a single room. I bet that my journey to gold tassel standard would not seem quite so privileged as most of these boys and girls seemed to think.

After a while of wandering aimlessly around this massive property I got turned around. I ended up on one of the basement floors with rooms filled with stores and supplies, and couldn’t find a way back upstairs. I walked through a random door into a large dry food storage room. It was about ten times the size of my bedroom and lined with rows of floor to ceiling metal wire shelves stacked with tins, sacks, bags, boxes and all sorts. There was a square of light at the other end of the room that looked like it might be a door out, so I decided to walk through and investigate. As I got half-way through the room I noticed that a small group of boys and girls were huddled on the floor near a corner. The lighting wasn’t great so I couldn’t see them until I was almost on top of them.

“It’s golden cunt” a male voice said. They all stood. There were four of them, two boys and two girls. One of the girls, the one who stood last, had to adjust her kilt and I noticed she subtly took a pair of panties back from one of the boys. I was still a few paces away but it looked like that boy had an erection. I guess I had stumbled across a bit of illicit action. We were not supposed to get with each other, but I guessed that didn’t stop people.

“Hi,” I said as I approached. “Sorry.... I’m just passing through. Got lost” I grinned hoping to just get past without any fuss.

“You not going to stop and chat?” The boy said. “Or you too golden for that?”

I rolled my eyes. I looked at each of these four. The two girls were pretty, in their teens for sure. The two boys were both wearing blue armbands. The mouthy one was stocky with big chest muscles and biceps. He was probably in his very early twenties and he was the one who had handed the underwear back to the girl. His erection seemed to have subsided but I could still see the outline of a barely flaccid, but rather impressive cock beneath his kilt. The other boy was a bit younger, or at least he looked it, and while he was certainly muscular he had more of an athletic build. He was handsome.

“Look, I haven’t been avoiding any of you on purpose. I’ve spent the last month locked in a single room and I didn’t even know that you lot existed, let alone what all this tassel bullshit means, so just give me a break will you?” I was pissed off with all this. I was nervous about the party again and I had hoped that some other boys and girls would welcome me given we had our situation in common. So far it felt like I was back at school.

“You serious? You haven’t left your room?”

“Well, I have a couple of times, mostly if a client wants me downstairs” I said. “And I met a client outside once”.

The guy looked at each the girls and they seemed confused. “And you haven’t met any of the gang? Not done a group session or anything like that”.

“I have done group stuff, yeah....... but, not with any of you, no.”

“So you’ve been gangbanged then?” There were some wide eyes at that.

I thought about that for a second. I guess I had. “Yeah” I said, a bit embarrassed to be having this conversation. I shrugged.

“Aw golden cunt’s all gone all red!” The guy said. One of the girls laughed. “How many?”

I didn’t really want to answer, but I felt compelled to. “Four men was the most” I said. I didn’t feel shame any more at the act, but I felt shame talking about it and I knew I was getting more and more red faced.

“Four!” the guy said. “On your….On your own....? Shit!” The two girls giggled and the guy laughed.

“Leave him alone” said the other boy. He had a quiet voice. It was silky smooth and it oozed a kind of authority. The dynamic changed immediately. The quiet girl was already holding onto the athletic boy’s arm. Now the other girl took his other arm. The stocky guy flushed and said “yeah, yeah, sure..... I was just, you know, teasing him a bit.....”.

“He doesn’t want to be teased. He’s had it rougher than most. He’s the last of the taken. He’s that boy.”

I still didn’t know what that meant but I made the assumption that he was referring to my captive status. The quiet girl raised a hand to her mouth, swiftly copied by the other girl. The guy tilted his head to one side and said “ah, buddy..... I didn’t know that was you.”

I shrugged and just said “we’re good”, trying to play it cool. I was about to just walk past and leave them, not really wanting to dwell on this conversation or explain myself any more. The other boy said “you three run along. I’ll show Sixteen around. Introduce him to a few people. Maybe find someone who won’t tease him”. He glanced sideways at the stocky guy. It was the first time he had taken his eyes off me.

“Yeah, yeah, ok” the guy said. The quiet girl leaned in and whispered something in the boy’s ear. He grabbed her, pulled her around to face him and kissed her deeply. He grabbed her bottom as he did so, pulling her kilt up and shoving a hand down the back of her underwear. “Don’t worry sweetness, I’ll catch up to you later and give you what you want”. And with that he pushed her back. The three moved slowly away, speaking quietly to each other as they left back through the door I had come in. All the while the boy’s eyes were on me. It was a bit unnerving, but there was something about him.

“I’m Eighteen” he said in that same smooth voice. I spun back around from watching the others leave. I was about to tell him my age when I realised that was his number.

“Ah, hi. I’m Sixteen” I said. This guy made me nervous. He was good looking in an unusual way and his narrow blue eyes had something captivating about them. They were an unusual colour and they seemed to sparkle all on their own. He never seemed to blink or look away from me, but I felt like he was reading my every move.

He smiled and his face lit up a little. “I know. Everyone knows.” He said.

I pointed to his blue band. “You have female clients, I guess” I said. I could think of nothing else to say and I was uncomfortable so I jumped in with anything. It was a stupid question.

He smiled again, more broadly this time. He looked down at my bare feet and very slowly followed the contours of my legs and body until he was looking me in the eye again. I felt like I had been undressed. “Hey, come around here and I’ll show you something”. I took a few steps past him into the corner of the storeroom where he was pointing. The further I got into the corner the darker it got. I would have liked to leave but I sort of found myself stuck here.

Eighteen pointed up to one of the shelves above my head. “You reach up there?” He asked. I couldn’t really see where he was pointing so I reached up blindly and started feeling around one of the shelves. I didn’t really know why I was doing what this boy told me to do.

Eighteen laughed a little, very quietly. “That’s too high. We can’t make that work. Next shelf down” he said. He was now standing right behind me as I groped around the shelf. Quietly he stepped forward and I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. It sent a hot shiver down my spine.

“Here, let me get that.” he said. He took my wrist in his hand and he moved it a bit lower. His hand was warm and soft, but he was strong. It was weirdly sensual in a way. He just seemed so in charge of the situation, so confident and like he knew exactly what he was doing. It gave me goosebumps. I heard one of the rings on my cuff make a metallic sound as it scraped on the metal wire-framed shelving and suddenly I couldn’t move my arm down any more. I made to turn, to say I had got caught up, but Eighteen was right there. He had stepped in and had me pinned against the shelving unit, his body pressed against mine. He took my other wrist in both hands and clipped me to another part of the shelf leaving my arms spread wide and high. I just..... let him. I didn’t resist at all.

I realised what was happening and my mind screamed at me to react. I said to him “I’ll shout”.

He ran his hand up my leg and under my kilt, touching my ass. He kicked my foot to make me open my legs and he moved his hands into the opening at the back of my underwear and took hold of my scrotum, fondling it and exploring with his fingers. “No.” He said. “You won’t”. He seemed very sure of himself, his voice soft and sexy. He wasn’t threatening, he was simply stating a fact.

“I thought you did girls?” I said, again groping around for something to say. My voice was getting quieter.

“I do.” He said. “My job is to get hard for any old cunt they want to throw at me. Most of them are the bored housewives of the rich and powerful. Very occasionally I get to break in a young one, maybe take her cherry, but not often. I’m always horny and I can get hard any time and the Masters use that. But you want to know what really makes me hot?” He asked, still playing very delicately with my private parts.

“What” I said already knowing the answer. He moved his hand between my cheeks and inserted his middle finger deep into me. I made a little “ah” noise. I couldn’t help it. He did that so......well.

“What I really like is a pretty, young boy’s tight pussy” he said, almost whispering in my ear now.

“But we’re not allowed” I said, and for some reason I was now whispering too. My heart was racing and I was hot despite the coolness of the room. Screw not being allowed. Just do it!

He didn’t answer me. He wrapped his left hand across my face covering my mouth and with his right he continued to finger me. He kicked me again so that I would spread my legs wider, just a tap with his foot so that I knew where he wanted me. Then he removed his finger, grasped his cock and guided it to my entrance. It wasn’t the widest cock I had taken, but he was long and big enough. He skewered me with that thing, his hand still over my mouth and my arms hooked up on the shelf.

He moved gracefully, pushing in, pulling out a little, going slow enough so that I got used to him and enjoyed it, but not too slowly. He wanted me to know that I was being taken. He pushed me into the shelves and with his free hand he touched every part of me. He was good at his job. He was dirty but sophisticated and he made me feel like I was being raped, but that I wanted it. His hand was like electricity on my skin while he bit my ear and my neck from behind, making sure I could feel his breath on me the whole time. He slowly worked up from slow and seductive movements, gradually getting faster and more powerful. I pushed my ass out and his thrusts became faster and he pushed all of himself into me. I could feel his hardness in me, pushing at me high up inside. My knees felt weak. He wasn’t the biggest cock, but he knew how to make sure I could feel everything. He slipped his hand into the front of my underwear and pulled my foreskin back. He tightly gripped the head of my cock and squeezed. As he fucked me he squeezed and released my cock over and over. It was a pretty amazing feeling. Nothing like the usual way of being jerked off. Some way through all this I realised I was making little whimpering noises. I had never done that before. Fuck, what was going on?

“Come for me Sixteen. Make those panties wet for me. I will if you will”. My god I’d have done anything for him in that moment. It was like I had been hypnotised. I made a totally incomprehensible guttural nose and a few seconds later my balls contracted and I came, my ass pushed out behind me full of teenage boy cock. As my sphincter muscles tightened he allowed himself to come, too. He was so far inside me that I could feel everything from his sack tightening against my ass, to the pulse of his first ejaculation as it traveled from the base of his penis to the tip, where he spurted hot juices into me.

We stood locked together for a few minutes, both finishing our orgasms and taking a breath.

“You deserve that gold tassel” he said, his voice now breathy but still silky. “You have a beautiful thing back here.” He laughed in a kind of exhausted, breathy way while he leaned his chin on my shoulder.

“You’re carrying around a beautiful thing out front, too” I said. “And you know how to use it!” Despite my reluctance, that was one hell of a quick fuck.

He pulled out slowly in way that left me wanting more and he disappeared. I thought he’d left me there, but he returned with tissues and wiped me down thoroughly. “My cum is right up there,” he said. “So you shouldn’t leak until you can get to a bathroom. Your underwear’s going to be wet, but I guess you can live with that until you can get changed?”

“Yeah” I said. “No problem. Lots of spares.”

“Come find me after you change. I want those. Something to remember you by”.

He unfastened my wrists and rubbed my shoulders for me. “I hope you won’t hold a grudge. I knew I had to have you from the moment you walked in. It was a choice between you or Seven. No competition. She is a cute little thing and she’s still tight as anything, but her cunt has nothing on yours. I knew it.”

I was almost speechless. I guess I should have been angry that this boy had just taken what he wanted, but something about him told me that’s just what he did. I couldn’t be angry. He stepped into me again and kissed me, his tongue darting into my mouth and lapping at my tongue. Christ he was a good kisser. It was over far too quickly. “I didn’t think you’d mind. I could smell the horniness on you. You were born for this. You’re really good by the way. And I should know. Fuck, I hope I get another opportunity to sample your goods.” He wiped his cock and threw the tissues into the corner. I was still trying to work out what super power this boy had to take advantage of me that way. If he’d got hard again I’d have bent over for him. And the compliments left me buzzing.

“Oh, don’t worry. They know we fuck when we get together. They tell us not to and we get in trouble if we’re too obvious about it, but they know. Most of us enjoy our work and like to play around when we can. I guess we're all dirty little sluts at heart”. He winked at me, this oddly seductive boy. “Come on. I said I’d show you around. Maybe we can find a few sluts who can overlook your golden cunt status and your special cuffs. Don’t worry, I’m going to tell them that your cunt really is golden. I won’t tell everyone....... but I’m telling most of them, ok?” He laughed, he winked again, and he kissed me again. I kind of just stood there in awe of his confidence. He grabbed me by the hand and we picked our way to the other door.

“I used to have proper cuffs, you know.” I wanted to fit in and that was the first thing that came to mind. “But my Master had them cut off”.

“Yeah?” He said. “Tell me about it”.

- - - - - -

Being with Eighteen for a couple of hours turned out to be a lot of fun and very educational. It was what I always wanted school to be like but with a lot more nudity and sex. Eighteen had turned out to be quite knowledgeable, sharing his views on how the organisation worked and about how to please a client. He was a joker too, so we spent the time laughing for the most part. He seemed to some kind of sway over other crew members. He had a tone of voice and a general air about him that made people do what he said. Having experienced that first hand, I found it a very attractive quality. What was also clear is that he liked to keep himself to himself. He had no interest in bigger, rowdier groups. I liked Eighteen and it was nice not being alone.

After some exploration of this amazing property, checking out all sorts of places where we might end up with a client and running into a few boys and girls in the middle of sexual activity, we ended up sitting outside on one of the lawns. Eighteen introduced me to some others along the way and we had gathered a small number of the ‘crew’ as we came outside. It was almost mid-day by now, so the sun was bright and warm and everything just seemed wonderful.

Our group was made up of Eighteen, an older girl, two giggling girls in their late teens, another blue banded boy, and a young smiling boy with a red band. Everyone referred to each other by number or some nickname that represented an in-joke.

Eighteen went from outgoing and charming to quiet and watchful as soon as the group grew beyond three or four. He rarely said anything while we were outdoors, but when he had something to say everybody listened and did what he said. He hardly took his eyes off me the entire time we were together. He just sat back and watched while radiating sex the whole time. It was unnerving, but it made me horny.

The older girl was nice. She was just hanging out, having fun and getting some sun. The other blue band was the same, but unlike Eighteen he didn’t look as though he was constantly on the prowl for his next conquest. The other boy was great. He was number Twenty-Two. The others just called him TT. I figured he was a year or two older than me, a tiny bit taller and a tiny bit more muscular than I was. He seemed nice and he made a real effort to be friendly. I wondered if I would be like him in a couple of years.

The two teen girls had taken temporary ownership of me. They thought I was cute and plainly not a threat and had spent the time since we all got together babying me. I wasn’t complaining. Both were very attractive and while I knew by now that I definitely preferred boys and men, I couldn’t say I wasn’t interested at all. They seemed perfectly happy to show their bodies as they sunbathed, and there were parts on display that I had never seen in real life.

I was struck by how all the boys and girls we met were so free with their bodies and with sex. I guess it was the lifestyle, but it was gratifying that no-one, with the exception of me (at least originally), appeared to be here against their will. In fact, most of them were vocal about loving their work, even if they all banded together in dislike of their handlers. It reminded me of school, where the group consensus is dislike of the authority figures even if individually some of them were okay.

At one point the conversation turned to the best way to finger someone. The other blue-band seemed to think he had the best technique and very quickly the conversation turned from theory to a practical lesson. Without hesitation he reached over to one of the teen girls, pulled her panties down and showed her and everyone around him. Eighteen sniggered at that and rolled his eyes. He shuffled forward and said simply “No. Like this.” He pulled the girl into his lap, her back to him as they sat on the grass, and he spread her legs wide. He never broke eye contact with me as he reached around fingered the girl to orgasm in less than a minute. It was certainly hot and I could feel my own blood pumping. Eighteen’s eye contact with me throughout made me uncomfortable though. He was constantly studying me and I knew he wanted more of me. I don’t know whether I was more uncomfortable because this sexualised behaviour was foreign to me, or because I had to admit I’d have let him whisk me away if he asked.

I learned a few things talking to this group. It seemed that they had all joined the organisation more or less willingly, having been given some sort of life choice. They were all tied to the same rules as me and apparently not permitted lives of their own until their contracts expired, but they seemed to know more or less what they were getting into when they made their decisions. They plainly had more freedom than me, even if they didn’t see it. None of the group shared the details of their personal situations and I got the impression it was a taboo conversation here, something that no-one asked about. However, they all wanted to know about my situation as none of them had met any ‘taken’. It appeared that it was incredibly rare for the organisation to kidnap, abduct or simply take a boy in the way I was taken. Apparently some people believed my circumstances to be myth or legend, something that never, ever happened in real life. Someone had asked if I was the one ‘they had been looking for’ but I couldn't answer as I didn't know what that meant and other than insignificant bits of rumour and gossip about a “lost boy” no-one else did, either. I wanted to ask my own questions, but my interrogation was heating up as I became the object of interest. I really didn’t want to talk about it and I was thinking about making an excuse to leave when Eighteen, who as usual had been watching from the sidelines, piped up with “Boring story. Let’s talk about something else”. He had smiled at me very briefly, a knowing smile. He seemed to be an expert at reading everyone. The conversation shifted immediately.

The sunbathing and general chatter was punctuated by occasional visitors from other groups. No-one was able to pass written notes but verbally these people were all agreeing to hook up with someone later, if they got the chance. The bartering was very open and often explicit. The two girls who had sandwiched me between them had agreed to meet one of the bronzed and muscled boys I saw in the ballroom earlier. He had sent a younger girl with a message that she recited, her face the picture of boredom: “want to fuck you both later because you make me hot. It’ll take all four holes and a couple of mouths to get me off. Bring a friend if you don’t want all that pressure.” The two girls had immediately agreed in their giggling manner. They suggested I should come. They said the boy might take me too, if I was lucky, but if not I could just watch and that’d be ok. I politely declined, which didn’t seem to offend anyone.

Eventually the older girl got an offer that she accepted, but it needed immediate action so she got up and ran off somewhere. The two girls disappeared with the other boy to look for food a few minutes later. There was a long sun-drenched silence before Eighteen got to his feet. “It’s been great getting to know you, Golden” he said. “Don’t forget that you owe me your underwear. I’ll see you again, for sure. We’ll spend longer together next time. A lot longer” and he winked and sauntered off, too. I flushed red and his parting comment, but TT laughed it off.

“He fuck you?” TT asked, a broad grin splitting his face.

I stammered. “Er..... well..... it wasn’t......”

“Yeah, he fucked you” he said. “You’re privileged. He doesn’t get with many of us. Thinks he’s too good for us. He’s a weird one. He’s supposed to be good though?”

There was obviously no point in denying it so I owned up. “Ok, yeah he did. It was only a quick fuck but..... my god, yeah he was” I said, my face bright red again. I felt like such a slut.

TT laughed and slapped his leg. “He’s supposed to be the best blue in the crew. The rumour is that he’s got a bionic cock.” He rolled his eyes. “Personally I think he’s just a manipulative son of a bitch who knows how to get his own way”.

“You might be right” I said. “He kinda just took what he wanted. But…. I couldn’t have said ‘no’ if I had wanted to”.

“Saying ‘no’ isn’t a luxury I ever have, so I wouldn’t know” he said. I studied TT for a few minutes. I wondered if it was ok to ask personal questions. He seemed like a nice guy and I wanted to get to know him, so I decided to play innocent and go for it.

“You don’t get to choose?” I asked. “Does that mean you are ‘tame’? I think that’s what they call it?” It was a clumsy question and by now I should have known better.

TT sat up and crossed his legs facing me. “You don’t know much, do you?” He asked. He lowered his eyes and began picking blades of grass from around him.

“No” I said honestly. I wasn’t offended. I knew nothing about the world I was living in and if today had taught me anything it was that I knew less that I thought!

“I’m not a tame” he said. “I think that’s a myth anyway, like the story of the lost boy. Who would agree to that? None of us are that subservient. I don’t think anyone is tame…….. ……unless…… oh my god, I take it you are or you wouldn’t have asked?” His eyes went wide as he figured it out.

“Er...... yeah.” I said. I might as well be honest and see if I can make a friend here, I thought. “Among a few other things, I wanted to avoid the rougher customers as much as possible and that was the other option” I said. It was as good an explanation as I could give of a complicated situation. “I didn’t - still don’t - know much about why I was taken captive or about this organisation or anything. To begin with I was told I would have to comply or be punished, so it seemed like a small step to go along with my Master’s offer: agree to be entirely tame and avoid rougher customers, and not be restrained so much, or take my chances. Although, I haven’t entirely avoided rough stuff.” I blushed furiously and TT sniggered a bit.

“You actually been taken rough?” He asked, and he looked me in the eye as if disbelieving me. I told him I had a couple of times. He seemed reluctant to believe me so I told him about the Prince. It brought a lump to my throat to speak about that encounter.

TT’s demeanour changed completely. “You did well if you’ve been with the Prince. I never heard of him bringing his sons along. He’s a bastard, that one. Maybe not the worst, but he’s top 10 for sure”.

“You know about him?” I asked, my interest piqued.

TT was still staring at me. He cocked his head to one side and laughed a little. He pointed to his tassel and for the first time I realised it was red.

“Oh!” I said and he smiled. “But I don’t know what that means?”

He smiled at me again and his eyes seemed the go glassy. “It means, my golden-tasseled friend, that I go rough. Red for danger. The Prince has had me four times now. It took me a few days to recover from the last one.”

“B.....b.....but that’s not fair!” I blurted, suddenly indignant that this boy should have had to go through that multiple times.

Now he grinned properly. “Look,” he said. “I love your innocence Golden Sixteen and I appreciate your sense of injustice. But life isn’t fair. Mine isn’t, anyway. I’m not proud of it and I’d appreciate it if you don’t repeat this to anyone. You seem like the type of guy who can keep shit to himself. I like it rough. I don’t really get off unless I’m being beaten, spat at, whipped, tied up or whatever. It’s all I have known.”

My jaw dropped open and my eyes went wide. He saw the expression on my face and fell about laughing. “You don’t have to worry about me. I learned to take it rough from a very young age. My clients are just playing around. Where I was before I signed the contract was the real thing. Clients like to tie me up and live out their fetishes. Some go further than I like.....”

We both said “The Prince” at the same time and giggled.

“Yeah, him. I like some of what he does, the domination and stuff, but he likes to cross over the line.” He rolled onto his side and lifted his kilt up. He was wearing tight red trunks that rode up and I could see the scar before he pulled the crotch to one side. It ran across his buttock almost to his pretty, dark pink asshole. I couldn‘t help notice that he was also wearing a cock cage.

“Caught me badly with that damn whip of his. He didn’t stop though. He took me hard anyway then whipped me again for bleeding on him. Fucker” TT said. He noticed that I had seen his cage. He smiled and said “I wear it a lot of the time. It’s...... kinda my kink. Reminds me who I am.” he winked at me and we both laughed again.

I liked this guy and I had about a million questions. I didn’t understand what made me a golden tassel instead of him. He was young-looking and cute, too. Ok, so he looked a little older than me, but not by much. The lower half of his legs had some darker hairs and he had a few lighter hairs on his ass too, but surely that wasn’t the difference between us. I wanted to know more. “You said something about a contract? Was that something to do with the choice you were given.....” I asked. I immediately knew I had gone further than TT had expected as his eyes went wide and the colour drained from his face. I apologised and told him he didn’t need to answer and to just ignore me asking stupid questions if it wasn’t the right thing to do.

He got a thoughtful look and was just about to speak when our conversation was cut short by Mistress Anrey walking across the lawn toward us and calling to us. “Ah, good” she said as she got to where we were sitting. “Sixteen and Twenty-Two, just the two boys I was looking for. Sixteen, your evening client has requested he meet with you now. Master Johns has confirmed the change of plan is acceptable and he says he will meet you after and you are to take supper with him.”

TT seemed to fidget a bit at that. I was about to respond to Mistress when TT said “Supper.....nice to be asked....” and I blushed. Mistress turned to him and said “Mouth, Twenty-Two. Some good news for you, too. You’re joining him. Client has requested a second boy and you’re it.”

TT didn’t wait, he just came right out with a question. “But Mistress Anrey, he’s not red?” He gestured to me.

“For your information it is not a red booking. It’s a gold client, of course, but he wishes to indulge certain impulses and desires the company of two young boys and would like a red if possible. You are available and you are somewhat similar in height and build to Sixteen here, so we have scheduled you.” We looked at each other and we both raised our eyebrows at the same moment.

“I assume you both understand” Mistress Anrey said pointedly.

“Yes, Mistress” I said immediately. TT followed suit a few moments later, eyeing me as he did.

Before she could finish telling us the instructions, I half raised my hand and said “Er.....”

Mistress looked down her nose at me. “What is it boy?” She asked impatiently.

“I....er.... need a few minutes to..... change..... my underwear” I said, my face flushing red and my whole head going hot with embarrassment.

Mistress was obviously about to explode in my direction when TT jumped in to rescue me. “One of the girls spilt her drink on him, Mistress Anrey. Clumsy. We were going to get him changed when you arrived.”.

TT was less polite than I would have expected with this woman. I knew she was quite senior, but he seemed to be getting away with more than I believed I would have done. I expected him to be given a dressing down, but he seemed to get away with it for the time being. “You will need to be quick. I’ll have a runner meet you at the security door to the changing rooms. I do not have any vacant rooms today so he will escort you to your assigned bedroom. Not ideal to be using your personal quarters, but needs must. You will inform one of the runners when your client has finished so that the room can be cleaned, do you understand? Everyone is busy downstairs so they are not focused on the bedrooms at this time and I believe that Master Johns is spending the night with you, so it will have to be spotless.”

“Yes Mistress” I said. TT copied me a few seconds later, still glancing in my direction with an odd look on his face.

“Then on your way boys. And Twenty-Two, I suggest you watch young Sixteen here. Your manners remain poor and I will not continue to tolerate it. If you are anything less than courteous with me in future, or if you use my name when I have not given you leave to do so, I’ll whip you so hard you’ll have a scar on the left to match the one on your right. You understand?” Her tone was crisp and clear and the look on her face showed she meant business.

This time he immediately dropped a “yes Mistress.”, adding “sorry Mistress” for good measure. I got the sense that he was good and pushing the boundaries.

“Be gone with you both and hurry”.

The next twenty minutes had been a whirlwind. We had left Mistress Anrey standing on the lawn and sprinted all the way back to the changing area. I was about to close the door on my changing cubicle when TT had barged in and closed it behind. “I’ll help you” he had said. “Don’t be shy, I’ve seen it all before”. He had flashed me a warm smile.

He had pretty much stripped me of my underwear and with a wet towel he conjured from somewhere he wiped me down so that I’d pass for clean. It wasn’t ideal, but there was no time to shower. He spent a few moments fondling me through the towel.

“Nice cock” he had said with a sloppy smile. “I like your body, you know? Really cute. Can see why you’re a gold”. There had been no agenda there, just a straightforward compliment between captive sex slaves. In truth, I liked his body too. He was a good looking young man and he had a sunny personality.

We had both quickly inserted some lube and I pulled on a fresh pair of my ‘special’ underwear. I must have had a stack of a hundred of the things and TT noticed. He had looked at me and grinned. “You mind if I take a pair? We could wear the same. Might be fun. Don’t suppose you have a cage do you?” I had shaken my head and he had looked a bit disappointed, but he had seemed to quickly make up his mind about something. He dropped his red trunks, unfastened his cage and handed it to me, then pulled on a pair of my briefs. He had giggled like a little kid. “Nice panties” he said as he wiggled around in them. “This is some expensive shit. I can’t remember when I last wore something like this, if I ever have. And no cage either. I’m gonna have a stiff cock before we even get there!”

I had stowed his cage and was about to throw the used underwear in the bin. TT stopped me. “Hey, I thought you promised those to Eighteen?” He had asked. I shrugged and he shook his head. “You gotta follow that through. We’ve only got each other and if you promised, you gotta make good. Besides….. it’s kind of a thing. We take each other’s used underwear if we...... you know, thought a lot of you. Eighteen doesn’t take many of us and I don’t know that he’s ever asked for a boy’s underwear. I’m not sure he’s taken anyone’s underwear actually. It’s a sign he really thought you were..... good”. I had just said ‘okay’ and placed the underwear with TT’s cage. TT had nodded sincerely and touched my arm. He had seemed to feel that I had learned something significant.

We had met the runner who literally sprinted with us to a hallway on the third floor. Like everywhere else here, the hall was broad and richly furnished and carpeted. The runner had told us it was the final door along the hallway right in front of us and then he had gone to his next job.

So there we were, TT and I, standing in the hallway, breathing heavily. “Give it a minute and get your breath back” he said. I agreed. I couldn’t go in there like this anyway. I looked over at TT, who was looking at me curiously. “What?” I asked.

“We don’t have time now, but when we’re finished you and me need to talk!” He said. After he short pause he added “And.... I hardly ever do this with another crew member. So, sorry if I fuck it up, I guess.”

I laughed. “I have never, ever done this with another crew member so I won’t know if you fuck it up.”

He looked a little bit worried. “What now?” I asked.

“I have never had a gold client.” He said sheepishly.

I thought about that. I supposed all of my clients had been gold clients, but I wasn’t sure. This system of gold and red and whatever was new to me. As far as I could tell it was simply a case of what clients were willing to pay. I wanted to put him at ease though.

“I don’t really know how all this works, but here’s my best guess: It’s all bullshit. It’s just a way of having clients pay more. I’ll bet they pay the same for your.....ah...shall we say more specialised services?” TT smiled at that. My explanation seemed to agree with his sense of logic and restored his confidence. “Just be polite. Mind the rules. But only because I don’t want to see you hurt”.

“Aww, sweet” he said with a smile. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, took my hand, and we walked the final steps to the door.

I knocked and a high pitched, nasal voice from inside ordered us to enter. I opened the door and walked into a large, ornately decorated bedroom. It was a corner room, so there were large windows on two of the walls. The room was dominated by an enormous four poster bed with a canopy and loose gauze drapes that had been tied back. There were other beautiful matching furnishings around the room, including a long cushioned bench that ran the width of the end of the bed and a mirror that was almost the size of the wall that hung beside the entrance.

TT seemed quite nervous and I guess I was surprised that I wasn’t. For me, this felt like the usual client situation albeit this was a different bedroom. I wasn’t used to having another boy with me, but there that been plenty of situations where I had been with more than one client. I kinda drew strength from having another boy here.

The client stood. He had been sitting on a divan off to one side waiting for us. He was tall, thin, and the way he moved was precise and efficient. He was wearing a satin robe. There was nothing warm about him. His face was entirely expressionless.

“You have kept me waiting” he said in that high pitched, nasal voice. “I dislike waiting”. I sensed that TT was about to say something, maybe to apologise, but I shot him a look and he thought better of it. I stood with a straight back, arms by my sides, my head slightly raised. TT did his best to copy me.

“You will both remove those straps” he said. He was standing directly in front of us now, but a good ten feet away. He watched us intently as we both unfastened our bandolier braces and dropped them to the floor behind us. We resumed our positions.

The man walked closer. He reached out his right hand, touching my face. He moved his hand down my neck, across my shoulder and down my arm. He placed his hand flat on my stomach and moved it slowly up to my breast where he pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I winced a tiny bit. He moved over to TT and followed the same pattern.

“Turn around” he instructed, and we did. I said “yes sir” and TT copied me almost immediately.

The man ran his hand across my back and my shoulders. He took me by the wrist and moved my arm behind my back. Then he took the other arm. He held both of my wrists together and said “remain”. I kept both hands where they were. He did the same with TT. When he was satisfied that he had us both in the correct position, he went to fetch something from the other side of the room. When he came back he clipped something to the metal rings on my wrist cuffs. My arms were now fastened behind my back. Within a few minutes TT was bound in the same way.

My kilt had fallen down to below the waistband of my underwear. It was quite loose and without the braces it was falling down. The man grasped the hem of the kilt, one hand on either side, and he tugged. The kilt slipped over my bottom and fell around my ankles.

“Very pretty” the man said. He ran both hands around my buttocks and between my legs. He moved the thin fabric to one side allowing my scrotum and penis to slip free. He grasped my privates in one hand and squeezed. It was a little painful, but he stopped before it hurt too much. He spread my cheeks apart and with long, bony fingers he explored the outside rim of my entrance. “Good” he said. “You must be the expensive one”. He put two thumbs under the waistband of my underwear and he pulled those down to my ankles, too.

He moved to TT and did the exact same thing.

He stood away from us, behind us. We could hear some movement as he fetched something else. “You will both turn around” he said, and we did, the clothing caught up at our feet.

He came forward and squirted a lot of lube around TT’s penis. He caressed all around the area, smearing lube around his cock and all over his scrotum. He placed the bottle of lube on the carpet and picked up what looked like a very thick black rubber band. He smeared lube on that too and then fed TT’s penis through the centre of it. TT was getting hard, but he wasn’t fully erect. He had a nice cock, about the same size as mine, but his head was bigger.

TT winced a little as the man stretched the band and fed both of his balls through the loop too. It was a tight fitting cock ring that held TT’s cock and balls in a neat package out in front.

It was my turn next. I got fully hard as the man caressed my junk. The man smirked at that. I also winced as he fed my balls through the cock ring. He wasn’t gentle, and he hurt me a little. As soon as the ring was fitted into place I could feel it restricting my blood flow. I guess I was going to be hard for a while. It was a very tight ring.

He fetched something else and returned to us. He held out his hand and showed us both four little clips, like clothes pegs but with teeth. He attached one to each of our nipples. As he fastened mine I winced a little. They weren’t tight enough to leave a permanent mark, I was sure, but they were uncomfortable to say the least.

He went back to his stash of gear at the other side of the room and came back with what looked like a long table tennis bat. He held it up and flexed it. “You know what this is?” He asked. “Speak”.

“No, Sir” I said quickly.

‘Yes, Sir” TT said.

He addressed TT. “As I expected. Then you will go first. Maybe some extra attention for you. Step forward to here” he gestured, “and then bend over as if touching your toes”.

“Yes Sir”

TT stepped forward a few paces, leaving his kilt and borrowed briefs on the floor behind him. I got a good view of his naked bottom as he walked in front of me and bent over, his hands firmly secured behind him. I could clearly see the pink whip-line scar than run across his buttock. I wondered if would get a closer look before we were finished here today.

The man stood to the side of my new friend. He fondled TT’s bottom and then looked at me. “Observe the paddle” he instructed. He took the bat-like object and swung at TT. There was a loud slapping sound and TT winced. The man fondled his bottom again, and then repeated his actions until he had administered ten hard smacks. TT’s bottom was already starting to go red.

“Return” he instructed TT. “Come forward” he said to me. I walked forward and bent over in the same way TT had done. The first smack took me by surprise and I winced. It hurt, but nothing like the whipping I had received from the Prince. It was a pain that was there for a second and then vanished leaving a hot feeling until the next slap. I returned to stand next to TT as instructed and I knew my bottom was red and it felt hot. I had only received five slaps.

“Do not keep me waiting” the man said. He allowed his robe to fall to the floor revealing his naked body. He was thin with a very long narrow penis and scrotum that hung down a long way. He was completely shaved. He kelt on the carpet and gestured to TT. “You will advance toward me on your knees. You will take me in your mouth.” He said and then gestured to me. “You will advance toward me on your knees. You will lick the entrance of this boy to lubricate my finger.”

He didn’t wait to hear the usual “yes sir”, he simply, said “now”.

We both sank to our knees. TT moved first, shuffling toward the man. TT bent right over and got to work sucking him off. I shuffled forward next. I bent down and started to lick TT’s hole. It was hard to balance without my hands, so I found myself leaning my face in his crack.

The man reached forward. He grasped one of TT’s buttocks with one hand and slipped a finger from his other hand into the freshly lubricated hole. He would finger and probe and then push his finger into my mouth, then return to TT’s anus. My job was obviously to suck and provide sufficient lubrication with my saliva.

This went on for several minutes until the man returned to an upright position. He instructed us to swap, which we did rather awkwardly. I took the man’s wet cock in my mouth and TT started to focus on my anus. The man’s cock was long and my lack of balance meant I had no choice but to have him right in my throat. It was ok though as I was distracted by TT’s amazing tongue action. The man wasn’t gentle with his fingering, but TT certainly made up for it. I’d have to thank him later.

The man eventually ceased his fingering and knelt back up. He stood and instructed us to remain in position. He fetched a vibrator from his stash and went to my rear. I heard it humming as he switched it on. He roughly shoved the end into my rear causing me to flinch forward. He slapped my ass for that. “Head right down and do not move again” he said. I dropped my head right down onto the carpet, my bottom sticking up behind me.

“Take the end in your mouth” I heard him say. “Fuck him with it until I tell you otherwise”. I couldn’t see, but I guessed that TT was fucking the vibrator into me using his mouth. I heard several more slaps and I guessed that TT was once again being hit with the paddle. I assumed it would be my turn next and I was right.

The man had us swap places. I took the vibrator in my mouth and began pushing it into TT. After a few seconds I was on the receiving end of more slaps with the paddle. It was more painful this time, I guessed because my ass was already red. Between that and the discomfort of the nipple clamp, I wasn’t finding much fun in this session.

He stopped and instructed us to stop, too. We remained still while he removed the vibrator. He reached back and stroked my cock, checking to see if I was still hard. I was, very, the cock ring preventing my young penis from going flaccid.

“Mount” he instructed. I hesitated just a moment. This was unusual. I move forward on my knees and did my best to mount TT. The man reached back and guided the head of my cock to his waiting anus. It was easy to grab as the cock ring had me bunched up and pushed forward. He shoved my cock head inside and he ordered me to “fuck”. I did as best I could with my hands tied. TT’s rectum was hot and his ring felt good closed around my shaft. I didn’t know if that was because of the heightened sensation from wearing the cock ring or what, but it certainly felt nice.

I received five more slaps and I couldn’t help but notice they were lighter this time. Even so, they were really beginning to sting now. In between the paddle, the man probed my hole with a long bony finger. It took all of my focus not to cum from that.

He told us to swap, so I turned around and TT mounted me. The man had to really shove to get TT’s larger cock head past my tight little sphincter. It hurt a little going in but once inside .... well, it was great. I could feel that big head of his moving around in there and I liked it.

TT took his slaps and finger action. I was sure that TT was being hit harder than I had been and he was definitely being hit more often. The last slap made him take a sharp breath and he flinched forwards. And then the man told us to break apart again. “You, onto the bed” he instructed, kicking me. I started to get up. “You, sit back on your knees where you are” he kicked TT. He grabbed a large black cock-shaped dildo and very roughly shoved it into my partner’s ass. “Hold it with your feet and fuck. Do not stop until I give you leave. Punishment for flinching.” TT immediately began to rise a fall on the rubber cock, fucking it into his ass while holding it steady with his feet.

The man instructed me to get on my back and lie down. My hands were squashed behind me. He rubbed more lube into my cock and balls and started to jerk me off. The feeling of his bony hands on me, tightly grasping my head and shaft and balls, was intense. If I hadn’t already come once today I would never have been able to control myself. Even so, it was not long before I was close to shooting. I was conscious that the man had not given me permission, so I held it as much as I could. Just when I thought I could hold it no long he stopped. He gripped the head of my hard penis and squeezed tightly. Between the restriction of blood to my head and the sharp pain, all though of coming was washed away. It was incredibly disappointing.

He took up the bottle of lube and smeared more of it into my groin. There was so much that my little bush of public hair was matted with it. He brought me to the edge again, then stopped and gripped my cock to stop me. This was not as pleasurable as when I was last ‘edged’. This guy wasn't doing it for me.

I could hear TT panting a little as he fucked the dildo non-stop. Eventually the man turned his attention to him. “Up here. Bring your toy”.

TT climbed onto the bed, the dildo in his hand behind his back. He watched as I was brought to the edge a fourth time. This time the man squeezed my cock so hard that I cried out. He turned me slightly to expose some of my rump and slapped me several times for that.

The man instructed TT to lay on the bed next to me, face down. Immediately that he was horizontal the man slapped him hard on the back of his legs with the paddle. I noticed that TT was biting down on the bedsheets and each hard slap was making him wince. This might have been what he was used to, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt him.

The man got to five slaps and then went for a sixth. He showed no signs of stopping and I felt I needed to do something. Maybe being with other boys and girls today had turned me rebellious, but I had just made a friend and friends stuck together.

The paddle came down again with a sharp slap. I went for it. “Please sir” I said as meekly as I could. “It’s not fair sir. He’s getting all of your attention and he’s not even a golden tassel”. I pouted and looked sad.

The man huffed. He grabbed one of my legs and pulled it over, turning me enough to expose my thigh and some of my bottom. He hit me hard with his paddle, very quickly slapping my thigh nine or ten times - I lost count. It wasn't as hard as he had been hitting TT but it brought tears to my eyes by the time he had finished. At least the attention had moved from TT. “Thank you, sir” I said.

This went on for a few rounds. Each time I interrupted to save TT’s ass, and each time I was punished for it.

The man waved at TT. “Lay on him, head this way” he said. He did so, his cock pointing down at my face, mine pointing up at his. The man fetched two long leather straps like oversized belts. He threaded them underneath our bodies, one after the other. Then he buckled the straps over TT’s back, pulling really hard at the last minute to really crush our two bodies together.

“In your mouth” he said. Both of us opened wide and took the other’s hard cock in our mouths. I didn’t envy TT having to suck all of the lube off mine. Again I was forced to concentrate hard on not coming.

The man came to where I was sucking TT. He knelt over my face and slammed his long erection into TT’s hole. I could see everything from this angle. He hammered away at his entrance slapping TT’s body as he went. His fucking action was also pushing TT’s cock further down my throat. It looked painful for TT. The man came hard, pulling his cock out quickly and without waiting he changing ends, leaving cum dribbling down TT’s cock and into my mouth.

Now he lifted my legs slightly and ploughed his cock all the way into me, slamming me over and over and over, his cock head hitting the end of my rectum each time and knocking the breath out of me. It was painful, not pleasant, and he continued to slap my thigh as he fucked me. He took longer to come this time. Partly he’d just come, so it was understandable, but I also thought he was savouring my tight passage. He shot his second load and pulled his cock out and without a word he unbuckled us.

“Eat the juices” he said. “Suck it out and eat”.

Both TT and I got the best angle we could and sucked the cum out of each other’s asses. The man watched for a few minutes, stroking his soft cock the whole time, then he pulled TT’s head up by the hair and shoved my cock into his mouth again. He came to the other end and shoved TT’s cock into my mouth.

“Suck and cum” he ordered, stroking his cock as he watched. We both went for it, each sucking and licking until the other came. Mine was a powerful explosion having been denied the experience a few times. TT took a bit longer, not used to coming without being beaten, I guessed, if he was allowed at all. His cock started to pulse and I could taste the pre-cum, so I obliged him and took him all the way down my throat where he shot into me.

The man unhooked our wrists and told us to face away from him on our hands and knees. He proceeded to slap each of our asses again. He was going to town on TT so I pushed my own ass out as far as I could and wiggled my hips. “Hey” I said. “Please sir. I just feel so left out, sir.” I remained at polite as I could, but I wasn’t prepared to be in the sidelines while my friend was being beaten.

I got a heavy slap for that and I cried out a little. He put the paddle to one side and rubbed my bottom with both hands. I pushed toward him and he started to rub my anus. I made some satisfied noises and practically purred as he started to push a couple of fingers into me. I wanted to keep him interested in me.

He kept going with me for a few minutes, ignoring TT now. He took his fingers out of me and I turned to suck them clean. He cupped my face in his hand and then pushed me back around. I was worried he would start spanking us again but instead He rubbed our sore bottoms with his hands as if to make everything better. He shoved a finger in both of our asses, having a final grope and a root around before he collected his things and left without a word.

“Ow” TT said as he rolled over onto his side.

“Yep” I said. I remained in place, hoping the stinging feeling would pass soon. My insides felt roughed up, too. “He was a crappy fuck”.

“You think that other door is a bathroom?” TT asked. I didn’t answer. I didn’t know and I was too busy trying to send soothing thoughts to my bottom. TT got up to check. I heard some noises that sounded like a bath running and then he was back beside me on the bed. He rubbed my bottom with his soft, smooth hands.

“You took that really well” he said. “Not exactly full red territory but he definitely liked the paddle.” He reached down and took the nipple clamps off me, which was a relief.

“I might not be able to sit down for...... the rest of my life” I said. TT chuckled.

“Come on. His golden majesty has a totally gorgeous en-suite bathroom with a fucking huge bath. A warm bath will sort you out, and some ointment afterwards. You’ll be fine in a few hours. We can share”. He slapped my bottom lightly, laughing, and ran for the bathroom. I followed, cursing him loudly.

We both jumped into the steaming water giggling like schoolboys. The water felt hot and getting into it was extremely uncomfortable but we both managed it. TT was first by a mile. I thought my skin was being flayed off me and had to sit on my hands for the first few minutes.

“He was a rubbish fuck” TT said casually as he struggled to remove his cock ring. He was at one end of this huge bathtub, I was at the other.

“Yeah, I have had better” I said, also trying to pass my cock and balls through this thing. I was struggling. I couldn’t get my scrotum through it. TT saw and helped me out.

“Damn, they were tight!” He said, rubbing my scrotum. “Hey, thanks for being with me” he said sincerely. “You form a bond with people you’ve..... you know, people who serviced a client alongside you. Not many people go through that. Hardly anyone experiences a bit of rough stuff with someone else. It’s really rare.” He paused and turned quite serious, the top of his nose wrinkling up. “And thanks for stepping in. No-one has ever done something like that for me. I mean, it was stupid and you could have come off badly, but it was brave.” He smiled at me. “I guess that makes us friends!” His smile turned to a grin and he moved back to other end of the bath and started rubbing my feet.

“Works for me” I said. “I don’t exactly have many friends. Well...... any friends, actually. I was never what you might call the popular kid at school”.

“Me either.” TT grinned. “Not that I went to school much. But as we’ve gone from light conversation, to light S&M, to fucking each other with a client, to you putting your ass on the line to protect the skin on mine, I'd say we’re friends for life!” He laughed and so did I, but then he turned all serious.

“But don’t do it again. I take the rough stuff. I appreciate what you did, I really do, but no point in putting yourself in harm’s way for someone like me”. He said.

I shook my head at him. “No.” I said simply. “I couldn’t see you suffer. I won’t.” I said, splashing water on my face. “I figured if we shared the pain, then we’d both come through without any damage. Besides, that's what friends do.”

TT looked at me with his head on one side obviously trying to figure me out. “You’re very generous” he said with no hint of humour. “You're also an amazing fuck. I don't usually get to..... you know?”

Now I giggled. “Yeah, I know. Me either. I was a virgin in every sense before I started all this. You’re only the third ass I've screwed.” I leaned right forward and gave him a kiss on the lips which, after a moment of hesitation he reciprocated. “You've got one hell of a hot pocket. I usually receive, but I'd make an exception for you, friend.”

“Well, I liked your cock in me. I usually take it too, but I reckon I could be quite playful with you.” He paused. “Friend.” He grinned from ear to ear.

We splashed about for a short while. There was some light touching and a kiss or two as we lathered soap over each other's body. As we were rinsing off TT looked intently at me.

“Ok, I have questions” he said. I looked him in the eye and wondered where this would take us. “We don’t usually ask each other stuff like this. It’s a sort of unspoken rule. But you started it outside and I’m curious about you, so i’m going for it!” I was curious too, about where this was going, but there was something that was infectious about TT’s demeanour so I just shrugged and let him get on with it.

“Let’s start with something that old witch Anrey said earlier when we were outside. Why the fuck is Master Johns, of all people, approving your schedule?”

“Master Johns......?” I said. “Why wouldn’t he?” I didn’t really understand.

“Master Johns is a bit high up to be approving schedule changes for one boy even if you are golden. And for that matter Anrey is a bit high up to be a messenger. What’s that all about?”

“Er...... I don’t know. Doesn’t your master approve what you’re doing?” I asked.

“Yeah, of course” he said and then his eyes went wide. “Hang on.... Are you telling me that Johns is your master?”

“Yeah, Master Johns is..... my master” I said.

TT whistled. He sunk down into the bath and dropped his head beneath the water. When he came back up he said with a broad grin “don’t go anywhere while I drown myself.”

I was still confused. I told him so and asked what the big deal was.

“Johns is the second in command or something, you sweet, sweet golden boy” TT said. “He doesn’t take on charges. He doesn’t Master for anyone. Or he didn’t. He is proper management. He’s a seriously big name around here. Johns the Enforcer....? You honestly didn’t know?” He frowned at me.

I shook my head. I guessed I had been blind to Master’s position. It made sense though. Everyone was incredibly deferential toward him. I knew he was ‘senior’ but..... I laughed at my ignorance.

“I can see why he’d spend the night with you. He obviously gets to take whatever - whoever - he wants. But how come he’s meeting you for supper? I never heard of any crew breaking the proverbial bread with company people.”

I was a bit stumped by that. “We....... well, we sometimes eat together. Is that...... is that weird?” I said. I didn’t want to say too much. I was getting wary of these questions now and was torn between keeping a friend and betraying Master’s trust in me.

“OK” I said, “I don’t know what to tell you. Next question!”

“This room.” He said, looking at me intently now.

“What about it?” I asked.

“You serious?” He said. “Are you actually fucking with me? Because if you’re just fucking with me well...... just tell me to go and I’ll go!” He seemed genuinely agitated and seemed to think I was being dishonest or hiding something.

“Look, TT, I genuinely don’t know what you’re asking. What about this room? It’s just a place to go and get fucked by another boring client. Tell me. What’s the big deal?”

TT looked shocked. He dunked himself under the water again, wiped his face with his hands, and stared at me with narrowed eyes. “This is your room, right?” He asked, but his tone said that he was telling me, not asking.

I had genuinely forgotten that this was my bedroom for the night. “Oh, I see” I said. “Yeah, I am supposed to be staying here tonight, I guess”. I shrugged. So what?

TT looked like he was about to explode with incredulity. He was somewhere between anger and laughter. He grabbed my feet and pulled me toward him. In my surprise and struggle to keep head above the bath water, he pushed himself forward so that he was laying on top of me. He giggled and I did too, our naked bodies pressed together in the warm water. “Fuck me, you’re either the stupidest boy I have met, or you’ve been kept seriously in the dark since you signed up” he said. He kissed me and pushed my head under water, and we came up giggling even more. “But you’re also the super-cutest boy I’ve met and I actually like you, and I don’t like anyone, so I’m going to assume you’re not giving me shit”.

“And....?” I asked.

“I'd love to show you where the rest of us will be sleeping.” Said TT. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s hardly terrible, but none of us have our own room up here like this. No way. I can guarantee that not even the other golden tassels have private quarters. And this is the guest wing. Boy, you need educating!”

TT kissed me again, grinding his body onto mine and pushing me back under the water. We both came up giggling. “Having a friend is going to be fun!” He said.

At that moment we heard the bedroom door slam. Master Johns voiced called out loudly “Where are you hiding that sexy bottom of yours? It’s been a long morning. I know your client left already because I saw the little weasel being driven off.” His voice was growing louder as he approached the en-suite bathroom door. “Come on. I promised you I’d sleep here tonight but I might not be able to so I’ve come early to see how you’re doing. Maybe we can grab some lunch together? And maybe I can check out your ass.....” he said as the door flew open as Master finished his sentence “.......with my cock”. There stood Master ‘Jonno’ Johns, a silly grin on his face and his hard cock standing up from the open fly of his trousers.

TT almost had heart failure. He flushed bright red and scrambled to get off me, splashing water everywhere. He stuttered out some gibberish that no-one could comprehend. He tried his best to cover himself with his hands. He hit the edge of the bath and could retreat no further, saying “I’m so.......sorry..... Master Sir...... Johns.......client......finished........ getting cleaned up......sir.......Master”.

I laughed hard, finding both of their predicaments genuinely hilarious.

“Ah” said Master. “Shit”. He looked at me as if to say ‘get me out of this’.

It was clear that TT was ready to get the hell outta there and by the look on his face Master did not know how to rescue the situation. With everything I had seen and heard today, I guessed that he would not want to be seen like this, not least by another “crew” boy. I was just beginning to comprehend how much our relationship was not the typical Master and Slave relationship!

I didn’t care though. For the first time ever I felt like I had a friend of my own age and in Master Johns I had a relationship that I couldn’t describe but it was important to me. I couldn’t let these two idiots ruin what had been a good day. I suddenly had the notion that maybe TT could stay too. The more I thought about that the more I thought it might be fun. Right now, and for the first time, the rules could seriously go to hell.

“Calm down TT” I said, getting myself out of the bath. “He doesn't bite..... unless you ask him nicely.” My naked body was on full display, complete with red cheeks and thighs from the slapping earlier. I moved to where Master was standing. The look on his face showed that he was almost ready to protest and go into ‘Master mode’. I didn’t want that. I grabbed his cock which was deflating rapidly as he stood there. I could tell that he wasn't sure what to do now. I knew what I wanted though, so I took charge.

“TT isn't go to say anything and if he does, I'll tell everyone that he’s making shit up.” I said. “Right, TT?” I looked over my shoulder to where TT was trying to melt into the bath water. He nodded quickly at me. I stood on tiptoes, and kissed Master. “Please Daddy” I whispered so that TT wouldn’t hear me. “Can I have a friend over for a sleepover?”

Master tried hard not to, but he couldn’t stop a broad, silly grin from spreading across his face. “Jesus you’re going to be the death of me.” He whispered back. “Since when did Number Sixteen have friends to complicate the shit out of things?” He squeezed my bottom and I winced a little as I was still a little bit sore. “Look, if anyone in the crew found out......I know you don't care about such things but I do. I have a reputation to maintain!” he said, but I knew from his tone that his heart wasn’t in the argument.

“I can see that” I said, looking back at the impact Master’s arrival had had on TT. “But I expect he already has enough information to tarnish your tough-guy reputation, mostly thanks to your amazing entrance” I said. “Besides, I like him and I trust him. Don’t ask me why. Maybe it’s because we just got spanked and fucked together by your weasel client. He’s a good guy” I said. “Maybe be nice. It gets better results than threats, trust me.” I looked up at him with my big blue eyes. He rolled his eyes and I knew he was thinking ‘worst damn slave in history’ or something similar.

Master looked past me at TT who was still trying to disappear. He was cupping his cock in his hands and almost dancing on the spot. I’d have to speak with him about why Master Johns instilled such fear.

Master got a calculating look on his face like he’d just thought of a solution. “Can I trust you, boy?” Master asked.

“Yes, Master, sir” TT said without hesitation. He looked about ready to wet himself.

Master pursed his lips together, thinking. “No, not ‘yes master sir’” he said, his tone lighter. “I mean really trust you. It’s important. They call you TT, don’t they?”

“Yes, Master” he answered.

“And.....?”

“You can trust me Master” he said. “I owe Sixteen one anyway. He can call me on that if you don't believe me.”

Master nodded. This was obviously another ‘thing’ that I wasn't aware of. It appeared to be good enough for Master. “What did you do?” He asked, frowning at me.

I shrugged. No idea.

It was TT who answered. “Please Master, sir. He got in between me and the client so I would not be beaten so much, sir. Master.” He said.

Master sighed and rolled his eyes to the ceiling again. “Of course he did”. He shook his head at me. I just smiled and batted my eyelashes at him. “Well TT looks like you’ve been invited to stay a while. You’ve got two choices. You can stick around and I’ll make that okay, or you can leave and go back to your own Master. Just be clear about something..... if any of the crew find out about this, you’ll disappear one night. Forever”. I knew Master didn’t mean that, but I wasn’t sure TT knew. He looked at me.

“Stay,” I said. “It’ll be fun” I wiggled my eyebrows at him for comedic effect.

“O.....okay?” He half said, half asked. He seemed relieved and nervous all at the same time. Actually, he just looked terrified.

Master looked from me to TT and back again. “Once again, I don’t know what you’ve done to me.....” he said. “I’ll be back in 30 minutes. I need to make sure everyone knows where you are” he gestured at TT. “And I need to make sure you both get fed some late lunch”. He backed out of the room, turned and stalked off. I could hear him mumble “worst slave in history” as he crossed the bedroom.

“I heard that” I shouted.

“You were supposed to!” He shouted back.

I turned back to TT with a big smile across my face. He was staring at me like a rabbit in car headlamps. “What. The. Fuck?” He said. He was not smiling.

TT grabbed some towels and pushed past me. “Am I going to end up dead in a ditch somewhere?” He said. He seemed to be getting angry. “What the fuck is going on with you? No contact with any of the crew until yesterday, you’ve got the bosses running around after you - the fucking bosses! - you have your own fucking room in the guest wing, and now Master Fucking Johns is in your pocket......? Master Johns for Christs’s sake! Christ almighty you’re going to get me killed. Why are you getting me involved? What’s so special about you....? Tell me! What’s going on here?”

He turned on me, anger on his face. I frowned. I really didn’t understand. “I..... I don’t......” I stammered. I wanted to make everything ok and back the way it was earlier today. My heart sank. After what felt like a quickly growing friendship, this setback hurt. And none of it was my fault!

I started to get angry myself. Weeks of pent-up frustration boiled up inside me. Couldn’t I have anything nice? I snapped and lost my temper. I could feel myself flushing a hot red. I yelled back. “How the fuck am I supposed to know? I don’t know any fucking thing! I don’t why I was taken, I don’t know why I have been kept apart from everyone else, and I don’t know what the fuck is going to happen next in my sad fucking life!” I got louder as I built up a head of steam. “You know, I was living my shitty life and getting the crap beaten out of me on a regular basis. I didn’t know any different until all of a sudden, hey! I’m taken by the these people. No explanation, at least not an honest one. Nobody asked if it was okay. Just ‘you stay in this room and bend over for these customers’ or else! Nobody offered me a fucking deal. I went from doing school homework to being raped on camera and told I’d have to do this stuff for them and I don’t even know why...... I’ve been beaten, fucked, and sold. I have tried my best to turn it into something I can live with. I’ve tried to take the best from a situation I did not fucking create. If Any of this is different to what you have then I’m sorry, but none of this is My. Fucking. Fault!” As I finished I had tears of frustration and anger streaming down my face, my fists balled at my side. I was trembling.

TT looked shocked. He stepped forward and pulled me into him, hugging me tightly.

“Hey, hey” he said. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” he said, soothing me with his voice. He was rubbing my back with one hand, the other on my head running his fingers gently through my wet hair. It took me a few minutes to stop crying but I was still shaking.

I stepped away from him. I felt foolish for losing my temper. “No, I’m sorry.” I said, feeling miserable. “The way I tell it you’d think I hate my life. Honestly? I hated my life before. I just didn’t know how much until all this started. I don’t know what I’ll do when it ends. I’m sorry if I’ve got stuff..... privileges..... that you don’t have. If you want to go it’s fine. I’ll make it ok with Master. I understand. I’m sorry for dragging you into it without asking.”

I was thoroughly miserable. I was sure he was going to want to get the hell out of there and that was the last thing I wanted.

TT cocked his head to one side. I had noticed it was his habit when he was thinking. “Thing is, you might have some privileges but...... I’m here because I chose to be. I can’t imagine...... and if I’m honest, none of us would be as generous as you seem to be, or share like you want to, if we were in your position. This life makes us selfish and jealous and we hold onto what we’ve got.” He paused. He had his serious face on. “I need to know though..... and i’m sorry that I’m asking but I have to. Why? What do you get out of this? I don’t want to be some sycophant to Master Golden Tassels, you know? I’d be so happy to have you as a friend, but I’m nobody’s bitch.” His voice was soft, calm.

I wrapped myself in a large fluffy towel, suddenly conscious of my nudity. I went to sit on the bench at the end of the bed. “I don’t have any friends.” I said. “Never have had really. Master Johns has been nicer to me than anyone in my life, and yeah I get the obvious problem with that. I just..... I’m just being selfish.” I said. I had a lump in my throat and I felt guilty from dragging someone else into my fucked-up world.

TT sat beside me. He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close. “It’s not selfish to want a bit of friendship” he said quietly. “I don’t really have any friends either. I’m a bit too screwed up for most people. Most people give me a wide berth. There aren't many reds. And I seem to be the most fucked up red there is.” He said with a little giggle. We sat there for a few minutes not moving.

“Hey” he said. “After today, I’d be proud to call myself your friend. So, there’s one.”

I rested my head on his and he squeezed my shoulder.

“I do not understand what the organisation has planned for you, but none of this is your doing. I’ve never had someone step in to try and protect me from a client - that takes guts. I’ve never had anyone offer me something without wanting something in return, either” he said. I was about to interrupt and remind him that I had wanted friendship in return. He kissed my forehead to shut me up and he said “looking for friendship isn’t the same as trading a favour. Not the same at all. You really do need educating!”

A few minutes went by. We didn’t move. I think we both realised that we both had similar issues, similar baggage. We felt close, and it was nice to just be there together.

The door opened and Master Johns came back into the room. He saw us sitting there, saw the redness in my eyes from my tears. He closed the door quietly and asked “what’s wrong?”

We both looked up, both looked at him, but neither of us spoke. I felt sure that Master guessed what was going on. He was an astute man. After a minute he nodded. He beckoned to me with his finger and I got up and walked over to him. He took me in a bear hug and said softly “you’re ok”.

He pulled at my towel and let it drop. He gently squeezed my bottom, which was already less sore. “But I’m not spending the rest of the afternoon hanging out with two miserable boys.” He added with a big smile. He waved TT over and whipped his towel away, too. This was the Master Johns that made me happy and he he knew it. I loved him for doing what he needed to do to shake us out of our introspective moods.

“I guess I’ll have to think of a way to cheer you both up” he said as he pulled TT into our hug. “Food won’t be here for about an hour so we have a little time to kill. Now, does anyone know what two naughty little cock sluts do for fun......?” TT looked at me with those wide eyes and I wiggled my eyebrows at him again. We both giggled, both took one of Master’s hands, and led him to the bed.

We both had a very good idea what would cheer us up.

Between us we stripped Master of his clothing. As Master’s cock was freed of his underwear, TT raised his eyebrows and said “Sweet Jesus” under his breath. Master was a big man in every sense and I guess I was used to that by now.

I kissed Master, my tongue exploring his with passion. TT took Master’s cock in his mouth and got to work licking and sucking that big head.

After several minutes of sucking and kissing I joined TT down below. We shared Master’s cock which was rock hard, our tongues exploring his head, shaft, and balls. I got behind TT and went to work on his hole. I greased him up with my saliva and stuck both thumbs in him, working him open and gently massaging his anal walls. He moaned as he sucked that big cock. I went to kiss his anus again and stuck my tongue in as far as I could get it, wiggling around in there and driving TT crazy. When I'd finished, I pushed him forwards by his buttocks, making him crawl up Master’s body. When he was far enough forward I took Master’s cock in one hand and guided TT’s bottom down with the other. I was still working on TT’s anus with my fingers when Master’s cock met my friend’s hole. Master pushed up and into TT.

TT squealed as Master’s head cleared his sphincter and buried itself deep inside his rectum. He threw his head back and was about to moan when I fixed my mouth on his and kissed him deeply and slowly while Master impaled him. He was shaking with excitement. I ran my hands down his torso and gripped his cock, pulling back his foreskin and fondling him gently. I broke our kiss and went to suck him just as Master grabbed my ankle and pulled me over him. I sucked TT as Master engulfed my cock in his mouth and my friend started to bounce up and down on his new toy.

After a good amount of fucking and sucking we changed position. Master pushed me face down into the mattress and mounted me. He had TT kneel in front of my face and we shared his cock, our tongues licking his head while he held onto Master’s shoulders. I loved the feeling as Master rammed his big penis into me and I found that it was even more erotic with TT watching.

Master fucked me for a long time before he dismounted and had us boys get on our hands and knees in front of him, side by side. We kissed each other, our wet mouths sliding over each other's lips as we both pushed our little bottoms out for Master who got on his knees and gripping TT’s hips, he fucked into the boy. Then he swapped and shoved his hard cock back into me. He swapped backwards and forwards until all of us were panting, hot, and sweating. Finally he pulled out and sent great wads of his cum over both of our bottoms, grunting like an animal as he did so. He smeared the juices over our holes and fucked it back into us both. I was moaning and even TT, who prior to today hadn’t come without some sort of violence, was playing with his own erection and making guttural noises every time Master penetrated him.

As Master pulled his cock from me the final time I couldn’t hold it any longer. The feeling of that big beast of a head slowly slipping from my entrance sent a wave of pleasure to my balls and I shot my load on the sheets and collapsed. Master was already in TT again and I could sense he was near to coming for the second time. I shuffled under TT and slapped his hand out of the way. As the big man thrust forward I took TT’s cock in my mouth and sucked him hard, squeezing his cock head with my tongue and applying pressure. TT went cross-eyed. Master pushed forward and ground into the boy and I knew what that felt like. Master grunted again and I could see his balls tighten and release another shot of come. I sucked harder and TT finally managed to shoot into my mouth. I sucked down his sweet juices and didn’t spill a drop.

Master pulled out and collapsed on the bed. TT fell down sideways. All of us were panting for breath. I loved the sight of TT’s naked, fucked body laying in touching distance, his skin glistening with sweat. It was awesome to be able to share Master with someone as hot as TT. I felt filthy and it was great.

“Oh god” TT said eventually. “I have never been......” and he trailed off.

“Fucked like that….?” I finished for him.

“Yeah.” He said “That”.

Master rolled over and slapped my bottom with one hand and TT’s with the other. We were both still a little sore from earlier so we both winced and swore. Master chuckled. “Such language from two young boys!” He said. “I should put you both over my knee……”

“No!” We both said in unison and fell about laughing. We both shuffled away from him and both of us ended up side by side on our backs. TT leaned over and gave me a kiss.

“You do share, don’t you?” He said.

“Selfish not to.” I smiled back at him.

Master groaned. “God, now there’s two of you!” He got up off the bed and stretched, he muscular tattooed body rippling in the sunlight. We were both watching him, transfixed by him.

“Okay you two, listen up.” He said, and we both sat up and independently sat cross-legged on the bed. We smiled at each other, amused that we did the same thing. Master rolled his eyes and shook his head in mock frustration. I knew him though. He was loving it.

“Right….” He said. “I need to shower and get out of here. I have somewhere else to be and you naughty boys are making me late. Lunch is being delivered shortly for you both. You both have the afternoon here in the mansion to explore if” and he pointed at us both in turn, “if I have your word that you will not get into any trouble!” We nodded emphatically, serious expressions on our faces. Who? Us? Trouble?

Master shook his head again. “Okay then. You need to be back in this room before sundown. Dinner will be served for you both in here. TT, you’ll be bunking with Sweet Sixteen here. Breakfast is served downstairs and you’re both wanted at a photoshoot at 10am. One of the staff downstairs will tell you where to go. You then have most of the day to yourselves until the party in the evening. So far, so good?” He asked.

“Got it, Master” I said.

“I understand Master” said TT.

“Master…… Christ” he said. “Tomorrow night, TT…… you’re running blocker for our troublesome friend here. He’s going to be popular. Your job is help keep him out of trouble when his smart mouth fails him, if that actually ever happens”. Master grinned.

TT started to raise a hand and I sniggered.

“This isn’t school Twenty-Two!” Master said, pretending to be exasperated. “What is it?”

“Er….. how do I keep him out trouble….?” He said.

“Just help him out when he can’t get away from a client. Tell him things like an old client is looking for him. Shit, if you two can’t work something out between you, nobody can!” He said. He was smiling and his eyes were twinkling. This was how he got TT to stay with me tonight. He had assigned him as my extra security. “After the party you’re also staying here in this room. We’ll get you back to your Chapter House the day after the party, got it?”

“Yes, sir. Master. Sir!” TT said.

Again Master rolled his eyes. He looked directly at me. “Train him, will you? I can’t stand all this bullshit when no-one else is around.”

I just laughed. “There was a time when you’d have hit me for failing to say ‘Master’ at he end of every sentence.” I said, teasing him.

“Bullshit.” He responded. “You had me wrapped around your little finger from ten minutes in. Manipulative little slut” he said, and his smile turned into a broad grin. I winked at him. I was enjoying this. I admit, I was showing off a bit in front of TT, and I made myself a promise that I’d stop doing that after we were done here.

“One thing,” he said to TT, who snapped back into attentive mode. Master rummaged around in the pocket of his pants and threw something over at TT. It was a silver tassel. “I can’t have anyone mistaking Golden Mouth for a Red because they see your tassel first, so you’re a Silver while you’re with him. If anybody gives you any trouble about that you point them in my direction. “ he puffed out his chest. TT held up the silver tassel and whistled.

“You sure?” He said eventually. “Silver, I mean……? Me…..?”

“Trust me, son” master said. “After that performance, you earned it. He sounded gruff but he was still smiling and he still had that twinkle in his eyes that he got when he was fooling around. It made my heart melt that he was playing along with what I wanted.

“One condition though, right”

TT looked on the verge of tears. “Anything” he said in a quiet voice.

“You look out for him. Okay? He’s special. And I’m going out on a limb here and trusting you because he said so.”

TT just nodded emphatically.

I put my around around him and squeezed tight. Master beckoned me over to him with his finger. He grabbed my naked body and pulled me in for a close embrace, grabbing my ass and and kissing me. I winced through the kiss and he tuned me around to look at my bottom.

“In hindsight it probably wasn’t the world’s best plan to have a happy-slapper book you right before the party.” He quickly put on his jeans and top, walked to the door and threw it open. Two young lads were standing outside as if to attention. Master pointed to one of them. “Go find one of the senior staff. I want a bottle of standard formula and a bottle of compound b, now. Go”. Master started to close the door as the boy ran off at speed.

Master proceeded to lecture me about minding the rules, being careful, avoiding trouble, not going anywhere near the perimeter or the gates under any circumstances, and a few other things that I have forgotten. I nodded and nodded and made affirmative noises. Ten minutes later the boy returned, handed two small bottles to Master, and returned to his station.

Master rubbed the thicker ‘compound b’ into our asses, something he seemed to enjoy immensely. I was feeling much better immediately and I thanked him with a kiss.

“You guys behave. Keep this to yourselves. I’ll leave a runner out here until after dark. If you need anything, you ask him. I’ll have someone sent up to clean the room. Now I have no time for a shower so I’ll have to go meet someone stinking of sweat and pretty young boys!” He said.

“Sorry.” I said. “I didn’t mean to get in the way of your business.”

He smiled warmly at me and at TT. “Nothing to be sorry about.” He said softly. “It’ll remind me of two sexy young things that I was privileged to fuck. Give me something to fantasise about when the business gets boring!”.

He straightened his clothes and made ready to leave. He looked back at us before he opened the door. TT stood up and in a shaky voice said “Thank you so much, Master”.

Master winked at him. “Just remember what I said.” He opened he door, ordered one of the runners to remain and attend to us and sent the other off to housekeeping. Then he was gone.

TT turned to me. By the expression on his face I thought he was mad, but he jumped on me and kissed me about a hundred times. “Oh my god you are a fucking legend!” He said when he finally stopped. We both laughed and kissed a little. It was nice, no pressure.

“Come on” I said. “ Lunch will be here in a minute. Let’s get those robes on. We can eat and give the ointment an hour to work, then shower and go exploring. Sound good?”

“Sounds amazing.” He said. “But how do I thank you?”

“You don’t.” I said. “Nothing to thank me for.” He gave me a funny look, like no-one had ever been so generous with him in his life. I recognised the emotion. I couldn’t help myself. I pulled him into me and I kissed him for all I was worth.

“What else are friends for?” I said. We giggled and went to grab robes just as there was a knock at the door and food was delivered. It was almost 3pm by now, so we were both starving.

——————-

We enjoyed having something to eat and talking about nothing much. Inevitably TT got onto the subject of me and Master Johns. After today I figured it wouldn't hurt to tell him everything, so I did. I left nothing out. I told him about Craig, about my experiences, my insecurities and about the hints and clues that Master had left for me. I filled him in on my life before, and about how I can had come to terms with my new status.

As I got to the end of story TT sat back and whistled. “I can’t imagine......” he began, trailing off and staring into the middle distance. Eventually he cleared his throat and said, “Lots of us are here because we had pretty shit childhoods. Some of us had some nasty experiences. But I can’t imagine being taken and..... and dealing with it like you have. Genuinely, I'm amazed at how well you’ve kept it together. And you went tame, fuck sake! And then you manage to get the guy with the worst reputation to look out for you..... Shit, Sixteen, you’ve been on a journey for sure!”

“Worst reputation?” I asked. Did he mean Master?

“Your Master Johns. He’s like the company enforcer. There’s something between him and the Boss. Old friends at least, maybe more. But he’s a proper tough guy. Old school, so the rumours say.”

“It's hard to imagine. I mean, he can be scary, but he's never really shown that side to me.”

“There is a story that goes around from time to time......” TT started. He hadn't heard what I said. He was busy piecing bits of rumour and gossip together in his head.

“Yeah?” I said.

TT sat forward and lowered his voice. “There's been a story..... I always thought more gossip than anything, but maybe it fits your situation.” I raised my eyebrows. I wasn't really into conspiracy theories and I had already figured that TT was going to be over the top for a while with his new friend. I figured I'd take this with a pinch of salt.

“Yeah. According to the legend....” he said. I sniggered. I couldn't help myself.

“What?” He said, hurt.

“Legend? Fuck off.” I said. I was still smiling so I hoped he wasn't too hurt by that.

He grinned. “Okay okay. Well, the story then.” He said. “The idea is that the Boss and Johns have been looking for a boy for years. The lost boy. There’s supposed to be something special about him, but nobody knows what. I don’t know if that’s true, but the crew tends to find out most stuff. When they meet in the Chapter-houses they’re not exactly careful about what they say. I think sometimes that they treat us like property so much that they forget we’re real people. Anyway, it’s something to do with family business.” He got a far off look. He didn't pursue that line any further, but it intrigued me. It did fit with a few things Master had said to me. It didn't get me any closer to knowing what was going on though, as I was determined to have a little fun while I could. I wanted to get to know TT and maybe meet some more of the crew.

“Come on” I said. “We’ve got all night to tell each other tall tales in this very comfortable room. Let’s get dressed and get out there!”

TT snapped out of his trance and grinned at me. “Sounds good!” He said. “Hey, last year most of the crew changed in the afternoon. We should find some normal clothes. Back at the changing room, I guess? I don’t know if I've got anything here though. I don’t have clothing privileges,” he said with a wry smile. “In trouble too much. Like most people!”

I had forgotten about clothing privileges. I remembered how it felt to remain nude other than when clothes were provided for a specific reason. I was trying to imagine what that was like with a larger group of boys and girls. It was bad enough when I was on my own. I had a sudden thought that maybe Master had stocked my wardrobe like his did in the hotel. He was good like that and he liked to surprise me. I rushed over and opened one of the many wardrobe doors but I was disappointed until TT pointed out there was another set of doors on the other side of the room. I tried those and found several changes of clothes for me, some new and some from my stash back home.

“Come here” I said. “We’re not far off the same size. Try something?” TT’s eyes went wide and I laughed.

“Shit, Sixteen, this is expensive stuff. I don’t know if I can wear this. That’s too generous. I mean, what if it gets confiscated or dirty or whatever?” He said, and he looked genuinely distraught.

“Hey, you're a silver-tasseled hot piece of ass and you just took the Enforcer’s monster cock. You can wear what you damn well please!” I said. And I meant it. “If it gets taken away, dirty, whatever...... it’s okay. It’s not like I paid for it and I can only wear one set of clothes at a time, you know?”

TT went bright red and grinned. “Fuck it. Give me whatever you don’t want. I hope it fits. I’m not as skinny as you.” He looked me up and down. “I do love your body. Can’t wait to spend the night in bed with you!” He winked and then it was my turn to blush. Come to think of it, I couldn't wait for that either.

We both got dressed in some comfortable clothing. I was wearing a pair a jeans and a hoodie and TT took a trendy tracksuit that he liked. To be honest, I thought it was a bit big for me anyway, so it all worked out. TT grabbed me and kissed me. “Never met anyone like you.” He said. “You’re just really.....nice!” He grinned at me. “I just wanted to say ‘thanks’”.

I blushed. I didn't know what to say so I just kinda shrugged.

- - - - - - - -

We had a wonderful time for what was left of the afternoon and into the early evening. We met up with some of the other crew and we played games, flirted, and hung out. I'll be honest, I was not readily accepted by most of the crew, but with TT vouching for me I was tolerated and no-one seemed to dislike me enough to keep me from joining in. A handful of people, maybe more, were friendly and I gravitated to them. I figured it would take time to be accepted into the group and I could understand that. It was still light years better than anything I had experienced at school and I appreciated that TT never left my side.

We probably had a couple of hours until dark, when we knew we’d have to be back in the room. We had found our way to a games room on the second floor. It was huge, with two full sized pool tables, armchairs and sofas and other games on little tables. About twelve or fifteen of the crew had commandeered the room as a kind of common room. Some were playing games, others were making out, while a few were openly engaging in some serious sexual activity. No-one seemed to care, so I tried to ignore it. Sex for these people was very casual, which I guessed was to be expected.

I was intrigued by the girl on one of the pool tables. She was almost nude by this point and she had a firm, young body that I liked the look of. She was almost boyish. She was playing host to a couple of the blue bands. There were things in display here that I had never seen or witnessed in real life and it was a pretty hot show for someone as inexperienced with the opposite sex as me.

Suddenly the lookout barged in and shouted “Anrey!” Everyone froze. There were some groans and swearing from around the room. Those who were having sex froze. The lookout said loudly “She literally right here! No time!” There was some more swearing.

One of the older boys grabbed my arm by the elbow and led me to the door. “Everyone be quiet” he ordered the group. The noise level in the room fell off to nothing. TT followed us but the boy said “No, just him”. He opened the door and shoved me through it. “Distract her” he ordered. “Good luck”. As the door started to close I could hear snippets of conversation. The last thing I heard was “Now what the fuck do we do? We’re for it now!”

The door clicked closed behind me, leaving me stranded in the corridor. Mistress Anrey strode toward me. She had a sour look on her face.

“What is going on in there?” She demanded and she moved to try the door handle.

I moved slightly to block her, hoping that I was being subtle. “Oh nothing Mistress.” I said with a cheery smile. “You look lovely this evening, Mistress” I added. I was pretty sure that would get me precisely nowhere with this woman, but it could’t hurt to try. I had to prove to everyone that I was one of them. I couldn't let them down.

“Number Sixteen” she said, her eyebrows raised. “Did you just deliberately move so that I couldn't open this door?” She reminded me on an old school teacher I had.

“Me, Mistress?” I said. “Why, no Mistress. I would never do such a thing Mistress.” I did my best to look hurt at her suggestion.

She sighed. She seemed tired and irritated at the same time. “Out with it boy. Who is in there? What’s going on?”

“Er.....” I faltered a bit and decided that honesty, at least partial honesty, was probably the best policy here. “Some of the crew are in there, Mistress. Just hanging out and talking about the party tomorrow. Everybody is very excited, Mistress. It’s a wonderful theme!” I was guessing that Anrey was responsible for the theme and I was hoping that she was susceptible to a bit of adoration.

She coughed and raised her hand to her mouth and I got the crazy idea, just for second, that she was trying to hide the beginnings of a smile. It didn’t matter though. She quickly reached past me and opened the door, looking past me into the room. I turned to look at the scene before her. There were various small groups of boys and girls but I guessed that activities that caught her eye were going to be the girl on the pool table, her underwear discarded and her legs spread wide as one of the blue bands ate her pussy while she sucked someone else's cock, and the boy bent over one of the armchairs by the fireplace with a cock in his ass, his mouth, and both hands. Everybody was frozen and looking this way.

I rolled my eyes. Apparently nobody had made any effort to stop what they were doing. They just expected me to get rid of the problem. There were not the brightest bunch.

I quickly grabbed the door and slammed it shut. I squirmed on the spot as I turned to Mistress who had one eyebrow raised. Her question was clear without needed to ask it out loud.

“Er..... practicing for the party, Mistress.....?” I said. I couldn’t help but grin a little at the ridiculousness of the situation I was in. I was resigned to a beating, but I might as well follow this through to its conclusion. I was committed. I decided to go all in and try something even more ridiculous. “I am sure Master Johns would approve” I said and I almost winced to hear those words come from my mouth. I wasn't sure he’d approve at all. In fact, I was sure he’d murder me for breaking the rules and then mentioning his name.

Mistress could not help herself and she actually laughed at that. It was a sweet sound and I was suddenly struck by the thought that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t so terrible after all. She leaned close to me and very quietly said, “I'm going to do you a small favour, Sixteen. I’m going to pretend that you never said that.” I gulped. Maybe it was the wrong play after all.

“Tell me. What on Earth do you think you’re doing? You have a better reputation than this. What are you playing at?” She was speaking quietly, almost a whisper, and I was sure she had the beginnings of a smile on her face, but there was an edge to her voice. I pulled back a little to look her in the eyes. I should have lowered my gaze but I refused to. After a long moment of thought I finally decided to just be honest. There was nothing else I could do at this point. “I'm just trying to fit in, Mistress.” I said. Her eyes flickered at that.

She held my gaze and after what seemed like hours she answered me. “You know that if something were to get damaged, or any boy or girl were to do something silly that prevented them from attending tomorrow's party, you would be responsible, don’t you?” She said. Where was this going?

I nodded.

She gave me a curt nod. “Then I will bid you good evening, boy.” And she turned and started to walk back down the corridor.

It took me a moment to realise that she was going and that I wasn’t going to be strung up by my balls. I called down the corridor “Thank you Mistress. Good evening Mistress!”

She called back over her shoulder. “I don’t know what you’re thanking me for,” she said. “I was never here.”

I took an enormous breath and grinned. I wasn’t entirely sure what just happened but I figured it really didn’t matter. Maybe I pulled on a heart string or something. My own heart was racing like crazy as I opened the door and stepped back into the room. Everybody was still frozen and looking toward me and the door. TT was beside the door and I guessed that he had heard everything. He was grinning at me.

“Well....?” One of the older girls asked, impatient that I was just standing there grinning.

I must have looked quite smug as I said “All clear!”

There was a round of cheering and clapping and a sense of relief from everybody. Those engaged in sex got right back on with it. Two of the bigger boys lifted me onto their shoulders while others reached up to clap me on the back or high-five me. It was a pretty awesome feeling. One of the girls said, “I guess we’ll need to name him” and some others agreed. I wasn’t sure what that meant so I sought out TT. He was smirking at me from his position over by the door. He came over as I was being put down and things were returning to normal.

“Very ballsy” he said, his smirk now a broad grin. “I think you just cemented yourself as one of the crew. They’ll discuss it and come up with a nickname for you. You know, no-one’s ever been able to get something past Anrey before now.” He said. “I heard it, but I don’t know how you did it!”

Eighteen came over to us. He had been hidden away in a corner reading a book. I knew he was there and every so often I would catch him watching me. He gave a cheerful smile and said “So you’ve got a golden cunt and a golden tongue” he said. “Nice. I hope you remembered that you owe me something”.

I nodded and smiled back. “I have them in my locker” I said. I was proud that I had kept them and was learning some of their rules. I was feeling emboldened, too. All these hot young people around me and all the sexual activity had made me very horny again. “But why have underwear when you can have the real thing?” I asked, and I winked at him. I’d never been so open with anyone except Master and it gave me a rush.

TT choked on his drink and coughed a bit. Eighteen’s expression didn’t change, except he got a little twinkle in his eye. I knew he wanted me.

“You know somewhere we can go?” He asked, raising his eyebrow. TT went to leave but I grabbed his arm and stoped him.

“Yep.” I said. “One of the bedrooms I used earlier with a client. They said......ah..... they said there was no space downstairs with you guys so I'm supposed to sleep there tonight. We could use it. Nice and comfortable. But one condition.” I said.

Eighteen smiled at me. “Nice. I can’t think of anything better than taking you in a civilised way in a big bed.” He looked me up and down in an obviously appraising way. He was so blatant about it. “So, what’s the catch?” He asked.

“You have to do us both.” I said without any delay. “Package deal. TT needs some education in fucking without being beaten to shit.” I smiled again and squeezed TT’s arm to shut him up.

Eighteen looked TT up and down. “Yeah, okay.” He said. “Broadening your horizons, Eh? I might have done TT before now, but I don’t do red stuff. He’s almost as cute as you. Almost.”

“Deal” I said before TT could saying anything.

“When?” Asked Eighteen.

“Well......” I said. “I am fucking horny right now!” I said with a huge grin. “So there’s no time like the present!” I took TT’s hand in my left and offered my right hand to Eighteen. He looked at us both, took my hand and said “Lead on, Golden” and we marched out of there in the direction of my room.

- - - - - - - - - -

There was a small kink in my plan. I had forgotten that Master had left a runner outside my room until nightfall. It would be dark pretty soon, but I didn’t want to wait and I was aware that after dark we’d all be expected to return to wherever we were supposed to sleep. If we delayed, we’d miss the opportunity.

One thing I had picked up this afternoon was that the runners tended to snitch on the crew at any opportunity. The crew were relentlessly nasty about the runners and often picked on them. There was no love lost between these two rival groups.

We rounded the corner into the corridor where my room was and saw him there, standing like a sentry outside my room. Eighteen rolled his eyes. “Another time then boys. Shame though, I was getting real horny about the prospect of having my way with you both.” He went to turn around and head back, but I caught his arm.

“I’m not done” I said. I pushed them both ahead of me and walked confidently toward the door. I pushed Eighteen and TT into the bedroom and shut the door, leaving me and the runner in the corridor.

I looked at this young guy. He was maybe mid teens. He had a naturally athletic build and a shock of blonde hair. He was pretty cute, but too young for my tastes. The funny thing was I didn't look much older than him.

“Hey.” I said.

“Hey” he said frowning, his nose wrinkled up at the top. “What do you want?”

“Just saying hi” I said. That made him frown even more. He was obviously very distrustful of any of the crew. “Can I get you anything? You’ve been standing there a long time.”

“Yeah. You can cut the crap.” He said. “I’m not going to be bribed. My job is to stand here and report back to senior management and that’s what I'm gonna do. Don’t like it? Don’t have people back to your room!” He said with a sneer.

“Wow. Okay!” I said. “You always follow the rules so diligently?”

“Yes. I want to be crew when I'm older and I’m not gonna fuck it up because one of you lot doesn't know what he’s got or can’t follow basic rules.”

I was surprised at that. “Oh” I said. “I guess I didn't realise that sometimes you guys became..... well, like us guys”. I shrugged. “How did you get into all this, if you don't mind me asking?”

The boy looked at me as if I had gone crazy. “What do you care?” He asked. “Since when do any of you give a shit about us? Why are you even talking to me?”

I looked him in the eye. I guessed people were never too young to be damaged. “I don’t know much about what goes on around here, to be honest. I only found out there were other people like me a few days ago. Look, I've no axe to grind with you. I just wondered. That’s all.” I said. I added “you seem okay to me.”

He frowned again, but this time he seemed more puzzled than pissed at me. “If you must know, I ran away from home when I was ten. No choice really. Lived on the streets until I came here. They won't let me..... you know.....work..... until I'm old enough. So I do this.”

I understood. He was trying to impress management until they let him work with clients when he came of age. “Hey, I understand. I wish you the best of luck, if it’s really what you want.” He was still frowning at me, still looking at me like I was crazy for engaging in a normal conversation with him. “If you ever want to know what to expect or whatever, I’d be happy to tell you some stories.” I smiled at him.

He seemed confused by that. “What, stories to frighten me off?” He said. He was trying to sneer but he didn’t have it in him. I guessed he was too intrigued to stay mean.

“Nope.” I said. “Not at all. I mean I’ll tell you some of the bad stuff that’s happened to me. There has been some horrible stuff that I did not like. But I’ll tell you about the good stuff too and I’ve had more good times than bad,” I grinned. “No-one ever did that for me and I figured it’d be good to know what to expect. I reckon you’ll do well though, assuming you want a pink armband?” He flushed red at that, and he shrugged in a kind of shy way that said “yes”.

“Well, you’re better looking than me, so if I can get a golden tassel I reckon you’ll have no problem!”

He smiled properly now.

“Hey, do you have to tell anyone about my friend coming back here for a little while?”

“I am supposed to report everything!” He said, his face a mask of confusion.

“I understand. I’m just asking for a favour, that’s all. Just asking you to ignore it.”

“What’s he in your room for?” He asked, daring me to tell him a lie. Or maybe he was daring me to be honest.

“You know what a blue band is?” I asked. The boy nodded. Of course he did. “Ok, well, the guy who went in there is Eighteen. He’s a blue. I’m hoping to get him to fuck me and my friend. He’s really good. And I'm really horny!” I grinned. I was sticking to my honesty policy.

The boy's eyes went wide. “Are you shitting me?” He asked. He was smiling again.

“Nope. I’m being dead honest.” I winked at him.

The boy didn't know what to say. Eventually he got some words out. “And what’s in it for me?” He said.

I leaned on the wall. “Nothing” I said. “I’d give you something if I had it, but I don’t own anything. I guess I'd just owe you a favour.”

“You serious?” He said. I wasn't sure whether thought that wasn't a good enough offer or he just thought I was playing with him.

“Yes. Look, if you can’t it’s okay. I’ll have Eighteen leave and..... that will be that. I just wondered if you’d cut me some slack and we could be friends. That’s all.”

“None of you guys have ever spoken to me before.” He said. “And there’s no such thing as friendship between crew and runners.” He was very matter-of-fact about that.

He was kind of cute with his frowning, his wrinkled nose, and the confused look on his face. He must have been dog tired, too, having stood there for hours. “Hey, no reason we can’t be friends.” I stuck out my hand. “I’m Sixteen. I guess. That’s what they all call me anyway. I’m not exactly the most popular guy here, but whether you’re going to turn a blind eye or not, I’d be happy to call you a friend. I don’t have so many that I can be picky!” And I grinned at him.

He grinned back. He seemed to make his mind up and he took my hand we shook on it. “Me neither” he said. “But I guess as you’re the only crew who’s ever even said hello to me….. well, I guess we can be friends.”

“Cool” I said. “Look, I’ll get Eighteen to leave. I’m sorry I asked. I don’t want to get you in trouble and ruin your chances.” I was about to go for the door. There would be other times, I guessed. It wasn’t worth the trouble.

“No, wait,” the boy said. “I….. I need to go to the bathroom. I guess if you went into your room while I was in the bathroom, then I didn’t see anything and I don’t need to report anything.” He said and he winked at me.

I smiled at him. “Wait a second” I said and I disappeared into my room. I returned almost immediately with a can of coke left over from our late lunch. We weren’t really supposed to have stuff like that, but Master liked to treat me. “Here. You must need a drink and if you don’t, save it for later. It’s not open.”

The boy’s eyes lit up. “For real?” He said.

“Sure. What are friends for?”

I went to go back into my room. “Hey” he said. “You know, I really appreciate you being so decent. Not many people are.” He said.

I looked back at him and all the feelings of my childhood and of my first few days after I had been taken came flooding back. “Yeah, I know.” I said to him, and I meant it. “Doesn’t mean we have to be the same as all the rest.” I smiled and left him to it. He seemed like a decent kid.

I closed the door and leaned against it, too many thoughts and emotions swirling in my brain. The mains lights were off and the room was illuminated by a single bedside lamp. TT and Eighteen were both studying me. Eventually Eighteen broke the silence.

“I wondered if you were for real, but it seems you are actually a decent human being. Just like the rat said.” He was smiling. He seemed to always be smiling. “No wonder the crew don’t like you.”

“I just know what it’s like…. You know. We all need a friend sometimes. That’s all.” I said. I shrugged. It wasn’t much of an answer but I didn’t really want to stand here discussing it.

Eighteen cocked his head to one side. We all stood there like that for a few minutes. TT seemed on the verge of saying something, but he never got it out. I wanted to kick off some action, but I just didn’t know if everyone was still up for it. I kinda thought that I had killed the mood.

Finally Eighteen took command. “TT, I want you to strip and get on the bed.” TT was about to say something, but Eighteen placed a finger on his lips and brought he face close to TT’s. “No talking. Just stripping”. He said. His voice had become silky and smooth again. He had an almost hypnotic quality. I could see TT deciding what to do, but he had already started to strip before his brain caught up with him.

Eighteen took the couple of steps toward me and before I could react he was there, his body pressed against mine, his lips touching my lips and his tongue deep into my mouth. I made to touch him, but he took my hands and held them by my side while he pressed his whole body against mine and kissed me.

“I am going to see to your friend.” He said softly. “I need you to undress for me, Golden Boy. Leave your underwear on though. That’s for me to remove. I like your little panties. Come over to me when you’re done.” He wasn’t asking. He was instructing me. Something about his voice and just the way he was made me weak. I nodded. “Good” he said. “Don’t take too long”.

Eighteen removed his pants quickly and efficiently and then he got on the bed. “Hands and knees” he said to TT, who by now was naked. He got on all fours and Eighteen proceeded to tongue his hole. I stood there for a few seconds just watching. TT’s figure was cute and sexy and Eighteen had something about him. I hadn’t seen him properly when he had fucked me earlier, so I was mesmerised by his lithe figure. The scene in front of me was hot and I wanted in. I started to strip off quickly, throwing my clothes on the floor.

Eighteen placed a hand on TT’s back. With the other he slowly inserted two fingers and began to twist them into the boy’s rectum. I got on the bed and before I could decide what I was going to do, Eighteen pulled me toward his cock. It was already hard and throbbing, standing to attention. He was cut, and the head was a gorgeous red-purple colour. I took him in my mouth while he intensively fingered TT.

I sucked and licked and gave this guy head for all I was worth. After several minutes Eighteen took my arm and manoeuvred me around to TT’s head. Never moving from his position, he took my cock in his hand and fed it to TT. “You might need something to stifle the noise” he said in TT’s ear. He withdrew his fingers, grasped his own cock, and slid into TT’s boy pussy. I remembered that feeling from earlier and I was jealous.

Eighteen pulled my head down and began passionately kissing me. TT continued to suck me off while being slowly fucked from behind. The whole scene was awesome. TT was moaning loudly and his saliva was dripping down my cock and running down my leg. I could see him shaking and quivering. He had never been fucked like this. I was rock hard just from the glimpses I got between kisses.

Eighteen pushed me away. He very slowly slid his penis from TT’s ass and flipped him over onto his back. He took my arm again and had me go on all fours over my new friend and then his lifted TT’s legs up and slammed his cock back into him. While he fucked TT hard and fast, he began to insert his thumb into my ass. TT and I were face to face, so we kissed and I sucked on his ear and neck. His face was flushed red from the fucking he was receiving.

“Golden, reach back and jerk your friend off for me. He’s ready to shoot.” Said Eighteen. I did as I was told and reached back to find TT’s cock as I slipped my tongue back into his mouth. He was moaning almost continuously, the rhythm of a hard cock pushing into him over and over giving him goosebumps. His own cock was standing nicely to attention, so I jerked him in time to Eighteen’s fucking motion.

It took about thirty seconds. TT was making some loud noises, almost crying out with every thrust. I was moaning too, Eighteen’s thumbs both lodged deep into my ass and massaging my anal walls. TT shook and sent massive spurts of cum over my hand and onto his belly. I was looking him in the eye as he came. He looked surprised at himself, but he also looked amazingly satisfied.

Eighteen took his cock from TT’s ass and before I could do anything he was pushing into me. He was in me with a single long slow thrust, pushing past my tight sphincter and filing my rectum. Then he pushed in with a thumb, stretch my anus and massaging all around his cock. My eyes rolled up into my head and TT grabbed my head and pulled me into another soft, sloppy kiss.

Eighteen removed his thumb and grabbed my hips. He rammed me hard, shoving into me like his life depended on it. I wanted it so badly. I wanted him to really fuck me and it seemed the more I wanted it, the more he railed me. He could read everything I needed and he responded. No wonder they thought he was the best blue band on the crew!

I moaned and made all kinds of noises. I didn’t even know where they were coming from! At one point I cried out “fuck me, fuck me” and that only made him speed up, and drive deeper into me. TT reached down without being told. He grabbed my cock with both hands and gently massaged me. The difference in pace between Eighteen’s hard cock slamming into me and TT’s soft caress was incredible. I shouted out and shot cum over both of us. As my anal muscles flexed Eighteen stopped. He withdrew almost all the way and then force himself forward again and I felt the explosion as he filled me with cum.

We collapsed in a heap on the bed. We were all sweating and panting and red from the heat of our bodies. My hole felt warm and gaping and I could feel cum dribbling down my thigh. Eighteen’s cock was still leaking cum, too, and TT was gently rubbing cum into his body.

“Well” Eighteen said from his position on his back. “I don’t know how I’m gonna fuck a whole load of shitty rich housewives tomorrow night. All I’m gonna be thinking about is tonight. You boys are special. I’ll give you that.” He said, breathing heavily. “You may have ruined me.”

I smiled. “That was great.” I said. “God, I enjoyed that”.

“Before today, I…. I didn’t think I could do that unless….. you know” TT said quietly, almost to himself. I rolled over and kissed him again.

“You were awesome. Again!” I said and we giggled at each other.

“I’d love to stay and maybe sample you both again when I get my breath back, but if I’m not in my bunk in the next twenty minutes there will be hell to pay.” Said Eighteen. He was already getting dressed. “You’re alright, Sixteen. I don’t have much time for most of the people around here, but there’s something about you that I like. There, I said it.” He half-smiled, half smirked, but he didn’t seem to be someone who said anything unless he meant it, so I was flattered.

“And you, TT..... who’d have thought you’d turn into such a hottie? You’d have been a real silver ages ago if you’d performed like that.” He smiled a warm and friendly smile. “A silver, at least.”

TT blushed and stammered out a thank-you.

“Okay my pretty sluts, that’s enough of the mutual love-in. See you tomorrow.” He smiled and waved and made to go.

I ran after him, catching him just before he closed the door behind him. The runner was still there, probably getting ready to leave as it was almost dark outside. He stared at me with an open mouth and I suddenly remembered that I was naked.

I grabbed Eighteen and kissed him. “Thanks. For the record, you’re a great fuck. Those wealthy old housewives won’t know what’s hit them tomorrow!” I slapped his bottom and he made his way along the corridor, a rare sloppy smile on his face.

I turned to the runner, a little embarrassed. “Sorry” I said. “Couldn’t let him go without saying something nice!”

The boy was trying hard to look anywhere by at my cock. “Did you guys..... did you really....?” He asked, his face bright red and his eyes wide.

“Oh yes!” I said. “You know I said there would be good times?”

The boy nodded.

“Well, Eighteen is one of those good times! When you’re old enough, when you’re ready to do it for the first time, I wish there’s someone as good as Eighteen for you!”

The boy giggled. “I wish I could do it now. I want to. I think I’m ready, but it’s not allowed.” He said. He was openly appraising my body now and I felt we were only seconds away from him asking to come in.

I stepped into him and gave him a tiny kiss on the cheek. “Don’t be too quick to get there.” I said. “Take my advice and take your time. Besides, there’s plenty you can do before you..... go all the way.” He blushed again and he seemed terribly embarrassed that I had kissed his cheek, especially while naked.

“Go on” I said. “Get out of here. It’s just about dark so you can go. Thanks for being a friend. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow?” I started to close the door, to let him go before he got carried away and this ended awkwardly.

“Thanks” he called after me. “See you tomorrow!”

I closed the door, ran to the bed and dived onto it, bouncing TT up into the air. He giggled and grabbed me. “You teasing that boy?” He asked.

“Nope, I was just being nice...” I started.

TT interrupted. “Just being nice while totally naked and reeking of sex...?” He said and laughed. I laughed too.

“Ok, ok, I didn’t think it through.”

“It was nice of Eighteen to say what he did” he said.

“I don’t think he was being nice” I said. “Look, I thought this before when we were outside. There’s not much difference between me and you. We’re a similar build, height, you’re not much older than me and I’ll bet you do a great impression of a compliant little boy when you want to. If you don’t mind me psychoanalysing you, you just don’t believe that anyone would want you for who you are. Well, clearly that’s not true.”

TT looked upset by that. He went to roll away and probably sulk. I grabbed him and lay on top of him, our bodies naked and rubbing against each other. “Nope, not letting you” I said with a smile and a wink. “You can tell me to shut up, to fuck off, or you can just change the subject, but you can’t roll away and sulk in the corner.”

TT looked up at me. “Why not?” He asked. “I mean really, why do you care?”

“Seriously?” I asked.

“Yes. I like you. In fact, you’re terrific. I feel like I have known you for ages. But I can’t work you out. Why do you care? I don’t mean sarcastically or as a joke. I mean, you met me today and you’ve done so many things in that time that gave nothing back to you. Fuck me, even during sex you share!”

I laughed properly at that. I frowned at him. “I don’t know what to tell you, TT. I don’t think I have done anything unusual. This is just...... me. I guess I haven’t had much chance to do things for other people before. It’s nice. Will you just stop worrying about it? I promise, there’s no ulterior motive!”

He gently took my face in his hands and kissed me. It was a nice kiss. He broke off and said “I know. I just don’t think I have ever met anyone like you.” He laughed loudly all of a sudden and I asked him why. Through tears of laughter he said “I just thought to myself, well, to be honest most people I meet want to beat me, so you’re an improvement on that! I just found that really funny!”

We watched some TV and talked late into the night. We fooled around a bit, kissing and touching and exploring one another without the need to take it further. I think that both of us were all fucked out for today and we both knew that we’d be in demand tomorrow, so we simply enjoyed some heavy petting on our own time. Eventually we both drifted off to sleep, sharing the bed.

I woke in the early hours of the morning. TT was snuggled close to me, spooning me. I pushed myself into him a little more and he stirred and put his arm around me. I considered how I had got here and I laughed to myself. I didn’t want to be anywhere else. I felt lucky to be here, now. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

To be continued.....

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