Taken

Guests had been arriving since the middle of the afternoon and the mansion and grounds were humming with activity. Beautiful people in beautiful clothes were everywhere, sipping champagne cocktails and catching up with old friends.

We gathered in the anteroom to the ballroom in time for our introduction at 7pm. As the clock struck there was a loud fanfare and the Master of Ceremonies took the stage. He opened the party, reminded everybody of the rules and generally got the crowd stoked for the evening. Within only a few minutes he was ready for the big reveal. Us.

“Honoured ladies and gentlemen, you’ve heard enough from me already. It’s time to introduce your hosts for the evening. We have assembled the finest young specimens of humanity for your amusement and entertainment this evening. And do not worry, there are enough to go around...... but feel free to share!” There was a wave of laughter.

The volume of the music rose and all lights dropped except those pointed at the stage. The Master of Ceremonies voice boomed over the sound system. “Our first group......”

I stood with the others in the anteroom. TT looked nervous with his new silver tassel, but he flashed a grin at me when I caught his eye. He looked pretty hot in his gear and I was glad that he would be spending most of the evening with me.

The room thinned out as groups were called and introduced to the gathering. Every group that got up on stage drew a louder cheer and applause from the gathering. There were whispers of the ballroom being exceptionally full, standing room only, with more people arriving every minute.

Eventually the silvers were called. I saluted TT and he joined his new colleagues as they strode out into the ballroom. There were loud cheers and whistles and applause that took a long while to die down. I was sure that TT would have loved the attention.

The music changed and went quiet. “Honoured ladies and gentlemen, we’re almost there.” Said the Master of Ceremonies, his voice almost a whisper. “There are less than a handful of truly stunning young specimens left here with me...... Would anyone like an introduction to our Golden Four....?” He asked. There were more whistles and cheers and shouts of “yes” and “we want golden!”, a chant that was repeated over and over. The noise was deafening.

“Well, well, well” said the Master, his voice growing louder and louder. “In that case, it would be rude of me to hold them back!” There was more applause and whooping.

The Master announced the other three golden tassels one by one. Getting them out on stage with their individual introduction and then getting the crowd settled enough for the next took almost as long as the whole of the rest of the crew. Finally it was my turn.

“And now, something for the discerning gentlemen. He has become a legend in his own lifetime and he’s here for one night only. You heard me, if you haven’t booked our very own Super Sweet Sixteen already, you’ll miss out on the very best we have ever had to offer!”

Great, I thought. So much for anonymity. I squeezed my bottom cheeks together and gave a little chuckle. I wonder if I’ll be able to do that tomorrow? I thought.

There was some additional nonsense about me that I had stopped listening to. The crowd was in a frenzy by now and I was convinced that a chimpanzee could walk out on that stage and they’d still go wild. I got myself mentally prepared to go and caught the tail end of my ludicrous intro.

“.....with the brightest baby blue eyes, the softest, smooth body and the slim lines of a much younger boy. Our innocent baby boy is a little shy, so please make him feel welcome. Honoured Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the boy of your dreams and mine, Super. Sweet. Sixteen!” I was pushed out onto the stage. The lights were temporarily blinding and the roar from the crowd left my ears ringing. I strutted my stuff along the stage and made to walk to the end of the runway. I was thankful that I couldn’t see any of the faces in the crowd as I wasn’t comfortable being the centre of this much attention.

All the eyes of the crew were on me. At least they weren’t all hateful after last night. I heard Eighteen’s voice call out “You’re about to show off your golden cunt”. I couldn’t find his face in the gathered crowd but I smiled and hoped he could see.

I realised he was right though. If I bowed at the end of this runway I’d have everything on display. I made a spur of the moment decision. I don’t know whether it was because I had been hanging out with some of the crew or because I knew I only had two days to go until freedom, but I was feeling a little bit rebellious. I walked to the end of the runway, turning one way and then the other. I teased a bow, but at the last second I performed a flawless curtsy.

A cheer went up from the crowd and there was much laughter. I noticed that some of the crew were cheering too; they obviously liked that I was bending the rules a little as they filed into place behind me and we all waved to the crowd. I imagined the look on Master’s face and I bet that he would be smirking right now.

“Enjoy the party friends and remember, don’t be too greedy!” The Master of Ceremonies voice boomed over the sound system. The lights went down and the music got louder. We slowly filed off the stage back into the anteroom, all trying hard not to fall from the stage to be devoured by the guests below.

The mood was pretty awesome. Everybody in the crew seemed to be up for a good time and everyone was being at least civil to me. The Master of Ceremonies stood on a wooden crate and addressed us all.

“Boys, girls,” he said. “You know the rules and you know what you’re doing. A reminder for you: no alcohol or other substances under any circumstances and I don’t care who offers or suggests otherwise. Other than that, have fun aaand.....” he paused theatrically and everyone fell silent. “aaaaaaand........ I hope you all get fucked!” There was loud laughter and cheering as we all made to exit the room and mingle as instructed. TT caught up to me.

“Two bits of interesting news for you, my friend” he said with a grin. “First, they’re taking submissions for a nickname for you. You get your own name and you’re in”

“I can hardly wait” I said, my voice dripping in sarcasm. After what I had seen, most of the nicknames around here weren’t terribly creative. With my luck I’d end up being called ‘golden cunt’ forever!

“Aw don’t be like that. It’s great! It means that most of crew have accepted you as one of us. Don’t knock it. Play nicely with others!” He said and laughed.

“I know, I know...” I said. “I’m just kidding. I guess you submitted a name for me, did you?”

TT just smiled, which I took to mean that he had and that he wasn’t going to share. “The second bit of news” he said “is there’s a pool going on how long you can go without getting railed” he said, his smile turning into a broad, sloppy grin.

“Jesus,” I said. “What are you down for? I hope it’s not more than ten minutes. Did you hear that crowd?”

“Have faith my newfound friend!” He said. “I went long. In fact I am the longest bid by miles. I said you could go an hour before you’re caught. We get to 60 minutes and I win!”

I laughed. “Well, I hope you’re good at running block for me!” We headed for the ballroom.

* * * *

We were one hour and forty minutes into the party and not a single cock had penetrated my rear. TT was delighted despite the fact that he had been taken twice already. Both times it was a case of him or me and he was able to distract the guest long enough for me to move on. Anything to win his bet!

My strategy was simple. I would join a group, chat and laugh, and move on quickly. If someone engaged me in conversation I would quickly make out that I had been called away to say hello to a regular client, or my Master, or something like that. TT’s job was to get me out of trouble if that wasn’t working. The only problem with that was that TT was proving quite popular himself, so we ended up running block for each other. Some of the crew were reportedly calling us the Cock Block Twins, but it was meant with good intentions and there was much amusement at how long I had managed to last. By now literally everyone else had been caught and taken at least once. One or two girls and a few boys seemed to be lining them up, the concept of ‘the chase’ very much lost on them.

In the course of the evening I had been kissed and touched one heck of a lot. I had had more hands in my underwear than I could count and so many fingers in my ass that it was beginning to feel like I had a finger permanently lodged there.

It was, I had to admit, a very cool party. It was basically an opportunity for wealthy old friends and allies to get together, drink a lot, chat, and casually fuck as much as they wanted. I saw some drugs being taken, but not much. The main drug appeared to be the crew.

Most people spent their time standing around drinking in small groups, often around high pedestal tables. There were places to play cards, roulette wheels, a huge dance floor, and just about everything anyone could have asked for in a party. How people were able to continue their conversations with so much sex around was anyone’s guess. Half the guests preferred to spirit a boy or girl away for a fuck, but the other half couldn’t be bothered. They just sampled what they wanted as it passed them by, a bit like taking a fresh glass of champagne from a waiter. At one table I engaged in conversation with two couples. Two pink bands were on their knees sucking off the two men, while one blue band was fucking one of the women from behind, her dress pushed up on her back as she leaned over the back of a chaises lounge and engaged in the conversation. Someone else was under the second woman’s dress. From the look on her face he had his tongue where the sun doesn’t shine. I got out of there quickly before I was required to join in.

Eighteen caught up with me too. He had already been busy and he was on his way to shower for the fifth time. He rolled his eyes. “I’ll need a pill, too” he said, making it look like he was very disappointed.

“A pill?” I asked. I wondered if he was taking drugs that he shouldn’t be taking.

“Yeah, so I can keep it up....? I know I have a reputation, but the trouble is none of these old women compare to your tight little golden cunt.” He laughed gleefully and strode away to get his shower. I wondered whether he really needed a pill or was just playing with me.

I met back up with TT and we agreed to move to one of the other rooms. We had been doing that regularly, using what we assumed were old servants corridors to switch between the main ballroom, the dining room, and the grand hall. It was all part of the ‘don’t get caught’ strategy.

We took our shortcut from the ballroom to the grand hall. We hadn’t gone far when we heard a high pitched scream that was quickly cut off. It was clearly a scream of pain that sent a cold shiver down my spine. We froze.

The sound was coming from a narrow passage that led off to the left that we hadn’t yet taken tonight. We looked at each other. We didn’t need to speak, we just ran down to corridor to see what was going on.

I noticed on the way through that there was a red spot on the archway. No cameras beyond this point. I tried hard to keep count so that I knew, at least roughly, when our twenty minutes was up.

The passage turned into what looked like a junction of lots of narrow passageways. Large double doors stood open on one wall, beyond which was a brightly lit room. The noises of someone struggling were coming from there.

We sneaked to the doors. As I peered into the room my blood froze. I felt suddenly very afraid.

There, sitting on a piano stool, was the Prince.

He had one of the young runners across his knees. The boy’s smock had been pulled up and by the look of it his underwear had been removed and shoved into his mouth, one of the Prince’s tricks that I was familiar with. The Prince was holding both of the boy’s hands painfully behind his back while he spanked and groped with his other hand. The boy was struggling and I noticed that he was bleeding badly from somewhere around his rear, which was already red raw from repeated smacking. Blood was dripping off his thigh and spattering on the floor.

The Prince stood. He yanked the boy to his feet by his arms and delivered a bone-crunching thump to the boy’s head. He cried out and went spinning into the piano. I winced. I felt that. The Prince grabbed him by the hair and pushed him over the piano stool and punched his head several times from behind with big overhand blows. Now dazed, the boy slumped over the stool, no longer struggling to get free. The Prince touched the boy’s bottom and from where I was crouched it looked like he had a couple of fingers inside him, very roughly stretching him out for what was to come. I realised that the Prince was getting ready to fuck the boy.

My mind flashed back to my own experience with this horrible man. I was in that boy’s position. I could feel the fabric of my own underwear choking me, the pain, the horror, the feeling of helplessness and most of all, the hope that someone might come and rescue me. I was terrified, but I couldn’t let the boy suffer any more. I had to help.

TT nudged me and pointed. The room was quite small in comparison with others we had seen, but still large enough for a couple of sofas, a piano, and an open fireplace. Next to the fireplace was a set of tools including a heavy looking poker.

I nodded. “I’ll distract him. I think we’ve got fifteen minutes before anyone starts looking for us. That’s too long.” I whispered. “So don't wait. If you can get the poker, use it and then we run. It’ll give that big shit something else to think about while we get out of here.” He nodded. He looked utterly terrified. I wondered if I looked the same. I certainly felt it.

I stood up from my crouched position and barged through the doors. “What the hell are you doing?” I yelled. “Get away from him!” I was on pure adrenaline now. My heart was pumping like crazy.

The Prince looked up and there was a hint of recognition. “Ah, another girl. Come here. You may hold this one while I take her. Maybe you can go next.”

I moved a little closer. I looked at the boy to see if he was okay, to see if he would be able to make a run for it. I recognised him as the boy from outside my room last night. He was bleeding from a gash across the top of his thigh and his face was red and badly bruised. The Prince was wearing a full set of large ornate rings and I guessed one must have cut into the boy. I wondered what he had been through before TT and I got here.

“He’s not someone you can have” I yelled. “You have to let him go. He’s just a runner. It’s against the rules. And he’s too young!”.

The Prince tipped his head back and laughed. He raised his hand, watching me and daring me to act. Then he delivered a huge slap to the boy who cried out and squirmed, trying hard to get free. Tears were rolling down his cheeks and he looked at me with pleading eyes.

“I am a very important client, little girl.” He said with a sneer. “I take what I want. Rules are for other people.” He smacked the boy again and grabbed a handful of his thigh, twisting and squeezing to inflict pain, never taking his eyes from me. The boy sobbed through his gag. He was left with a horrible purple mark.

My anger turned white hot. I wanted to kill this bastard. Who did he think he was? I wished I could just hit him, that I was big or strong like Master so that I could smash my fists into his face. But I wasn't. I’d have to handle this carefully.

“You are a disgusting pervert who likes to beat up and fuck little boys. You’re not important to anyone. You're just a shithead. Now let him go, or else!”

“Or else what?” He snapped. “Believe me girl when I am finished here, I will punish you next. No whore will speak to me like that. Why don't you come here? If you take your punishment well, maybe I shall leave this girl alone. She can watch and learn how to accept my meat!”

“Security knows we’re here” I said, bluffing. “I’ll have you thrown out!”

The Prince seemed to consider that. He frowned. I turned my head a little to see TT reach the fireplace. He’d sneaked along the back of the sofas. He grabbed the poker and turned, but the Prince was already there. He had thrown the boy down and rushed the four or five paces to where TT was standing. He delivered a fast back-hand which TT mostly managed to dodge. It glanced off his shoulder as he made to dart away. The force was enough to send the boy crashing to the ground. He backed up, shuffling on his bottom, the poker raised in front of him. He was pale and frightened and I could see there was no fight left in him. This man terrified him after his experiences at the Prince’s hands.

I darted forward and pushed the Prince into the fireplace with all my strength, trying to get his attention. “Run!” I yelled at TT. “Get help!” TT jumped to his feet. He tossed me the poker and sprinted from the room. I backed up to where the boy was now crumpled on the floor.

“If you come near me, I'll kill you!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, the poker in my hand held high and ready and my anger burning white hot. “Now get out! Go!” I wanted to frighten this guy away, but it wasn’t working. He lunged forward and I brought the poker down hard, more a reaction than any planned defence. It hit his outstretched forearm and I could hear a satisfying crunch. He cried out and pulled away, cradling his injured arm close to his chest. I tried my best to look mean but I knew I was no match for this big brute.

He was raging. “How dare you strike me!?” He demanded, spit flying from his mouth he was so angry. “You will pay for that! I will bend you over and fuck you until you bleed to death!” He started to come at me again and this time I attacked with a stabbing motion. I got his arm again and he screamed at me, little flecks of spit shooting from his mouth as he raged. At least he pulled back again. I had drawn blood this time. Seeing him bleed spurred me on.

“Get back!” I yelled. “Get away!” The boy had curled up on the floor behind me and he was sobbing. I glanced at him, wondering if I could get him up and make a run for it. He was a bruised and bloody mess with welts all over his naked legs. He looked half-dead. I wasn't going let this bastard Prince have him. I raised the poker again ready for another round.

Suddenly there was commotion. A security guard burst into the room, his shock stick at the ready. Seeing me with the poker raised above my head and then a client with an injured arm, he wasn't sure who to tackle first. Before anyone could speak the Prince yelled “Contain this boy! He has attacked me! He refused to be taken and has gone wild!” I swung around and the guard started toward me.

“Get back!” I screamed. “He attacked this boy. I only hit him in self-defence. Look here! The boy’s just a runner! This bastard is a fucking vicious predator. We need help! Call for help!”

The guard lowered his shock stick slightly and looked from me to the Prince. He seemed to be confused about what to do. Finally he made his choice. “You better put that down and come with me, boy” he said. “You’ll be beaten for this, for sure!”

I couldn’t believe it. The guard was going to take this bastard’s word over mine? I couldn’t take the chance that he would take me away and leave the Prince with this boy. I was through being tame. Fuck it. “If any one of comes near me I’ll fucking kill you!” I said, my voice low and angry. My blood was boiling and I was ready to fight. How could this fucking idiot not see what was going on here? The guard came at me with his shock stick. I swung the poker with a backhanded swing. It knocked the weapon out of his hand. I raise the poker again, ready to swipe if he came near enough to try to retrieve it.

“You little fucker!” He said. He got on his radio. “Support needed....” he reeled off a sector number but as he did I screamed as loudly as I could.

“Help me! It’s the Prince! Help!” I screamed so much that my voice was breaking and my throat was sore. I was sweating. My heart was thumping in my chest and I couldn’t catch enough breath. Both the Prince and the guard seemed ready to pounce at the same time. I knew I couldn’t keep them both back.

“Enough!” Came a whip-like voice from the doorway. The security guard backed off a bit. It was the head of security. The one I met the other day at my briefing.

“What the hell is going on in here?” He bellowed. He looked around the room, taking it all in. He recognised me and before anyone else could speak, the guard said “this client has complained the the boy attacked him. He attacked me, too, sir”.

The security chief addressed me directly. “I never thought I'd be seeing you in this kind of trouble.....” he started, but I interrupted him. I shouted at him. I wasn’t prepared for these people to treat me this way any more.

“This is the Prince. You know he has a history of violence. You know it!” I screamed. “He attacked this runner. He’s injured and bleeding. Needs help. I’m just trying to stop him!” I pointed with the poker at the Prince, tears of frustration and rage rolling freely down my face. “He’s a sadistic bastard! I haven’t done anything wrong!” I sobbed. I needed these people to listen!

The head of security looked at me, looked at the Prince and the guard, the cogs in his head slowly whirring. He glanced over the boy on the floor, took in the state of him. Realised I couldn’t have done that. He addressed the Prince with a frown. “Is that correct, sir?” He asked, far more politely than I would have liked. “Did you injure that courier boy?”

“I will not tolerate this!” He bellowed. Before I could react he surged toward me and grabbed me around the neck with his good arm. I lashed out with the poker trying to reach behind me and hit his head. I connected with him once or twice, but as we scuffled he managed to tighten his grip and that meant I could hardly breath. “I will kill this little shit. Insult me? Do you know who I am?”

The security chief spoke calmly into his radio. “Code 2, my location”. He said. I was kicking and punching and doing everything to get free but eventually the poker slipped from my fingers and all I could do was grip his arm with both hands to prevent him from choking me. I was gasping for air.

The security chief was holding out his hand, palm forward. “Now then, I need you to step back sir” he was saying. “Let the boy go and i’m sure we can sort this out.” The Prince just tightened his grip.

There was more movement at the door. Several more security guards had arrived and with them, Mistress Anrey and the man, Pavel. He didn’t even need to take stock of the situation. He stopped in the doorway. “Please release my boy” he said, his voice quiet and completely calm. He raised his eyebrows. “Immediately.”

The Prince let me go. I slumped to my knees. I had no fight left. I could not fight all these people. I guess I had saved the boy from being hurt any more but as the seconds ticked by I was more and more convinced that I had done so at my own expense. I went cold at the thought I might be punished severely for hitting a client. Maybe I should just have gone for help.

The Prince went to kick me, but the head of security said “ah, ah, ah! Back off there sir, if you please.” To my surprise the Prince backed away a few paces.

The man came and crouched by the runner, his face a mask of seriousness. He helped him up, removed his makeshift gag and reviewed his wound which was still dripping with blood. I could see from my position that it was a deep, wide gash. The boy’s leg was covered in blood and there was a growing pool on the floor. The man looked up at the security chief and said “signal the doctor.” He pressed the underwear gag into the wound and put his head close to the boy’s, speaking quietly in his ear. I couldn’t hear what they were saying because the head of security was talking to someone on the radio. I saw that the boy responded and as they spoke the man looked from me to the Prince, to the guards.

The man nodded. He waved Mistress Anrey over. “Would you be so kind?” He said, and the woman took hold of the boy. She sat the boy on the piano stool and raised his leg up, taking a scarf she was wearing and tying it around the boy’s leg to help stop the bleeding.

The man stood and addressed the Prince. “Did you attack this boy?” He asked.

“How dare you insult me!” The Prince fumed. He was about to speak again but Pavel interrupted.

The man was unflinching. Clam. Dangerous. “Did you attack this boy?” He asked again.

I could hear footsteps running. Suddenly the doctor was there, and TT, and there was Master. My heart melted at the sight of people I trusted. Thank god, I thought.

Master looked like a storm cloud about to burst. He had an expression of pure rage on his face that I had never seen before. Before he could rush into the room the man held up his hand. “Wait” he commanded. Everybody seemed to stop and hold their breath. He turned back to the Prince. “I asked you a question. Did you attack this boy?”

The Prince, still holding his arm, pulled himself up to his full height. “I was under the impression that there were expectations at a party such as this” he said angrily. “Do you know who you are addressing?” He shouted every word.

The man stood without speaking for a long moment. The tension in the room was horrible. I wanted to answer, to tell everyone what I had seen, but I simply couldn’t speak.

The doctor moved first. He muttered something about needing to get the boy to sick bay and something about stitches and concussion. One of the security guards helped him carry the boy away. Mistress Anrey took Master’s arm and patted it like she was comforting him, trying to calm him down and stop him from doing something stupid.

The man looked over at Master. Something silent passed between them and Master nodded, a slow and deliberate movement.

“I will ask one more time only. Did you attack the young boy?”

“I did not attack!” The Prince said, his voice low and dangerous. “She resisted me. I had to educate her as is right and proper. I was about to take her when these other girls attacked me with the poker from the fire. The one here has broken my arm I think.” He looked down at me. “I demand that she be handed over to me for punishment! I will kill her for this!” He was fuming. “What sort of organisation are you running? I wonder who else would like to know that you allow your whores to take up weapons against your clients! It would ruin you. No?”

The man cleared his throat. He stood stock still for several minutes. I held my breath. Eventually the man spoke. “I am afraid, sir, that I am revoking your client privileges. I have had enough of you. I am certain you are aware that my courier personnel are not to be touched. All clients are aware. I will no longer tolerate your violence toward my people. I should have dealt with you before now, but this time you have greatly exceeded the limit of my patience. Master Johns and the security team will escort you from this place.” He glanced at the head of security. “Use the rear entrance, please. I don't want a scene.”

The Prince exploded with rage. “Mark my words, I will expose you and your sordid business! I will not be treated like a common criminal. I am a Prince!” He moved toward me, murder in his eyes. I braced myself but before he could reach me, Master was there. He grabbed the Prince’s injured arm and brutally twisted it, turning the Prince and shoving the arm up behind his back. The Prince screamed out in pain and anger, but his anger was no match for Master’s.

Master growled out his words. “I have heard enough from you. Prince? Only in your overly vivid imagination!” He sneered “Either come willingly or I'll carry you out in a body bag!” I was genuinely frightened.

The Prince screamed in pain and Master twisted him arms till further and I heard a horrible crunching sound. He wailed, turned his head and bellowed “I will bring you down!”

The man adjusted the lapels of his dinner suit. “I cannot tolerate my organisation being threatened” he said, “as you will no doubt be aware. When you chose to become a client you agreed to certain covenants. You have broken them. That was a mistake that carries grievous consequences.” He straightened his tie and and picked a tiny bit of fluff from his jacket sleeve. “Master Johns, please get him out of my sight.” There was a short pause and I heard him add softly, almost under his breath so that only Master would hear., “Permanently.”

Master’s face was a mask of terrible anger. In seconds he had strode away pushing the Prince in front of him by his arm. Most of the security detail followed them.

TT rushed over to me and helped me up. He hugged me tightly. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He said over and over. I pushed him away, needing to breathe.

“You did good, TT” I said. I turned him around and we both stood upright and faced the man and Mistress Anrey. I still wasn't sure if I was going to be punished, but I’d face what was coming to me.

The man spoke, his voice still quiet and calm. “The boy owes you his life, I suspect.” He said. He nodded once at me, turned sharply and left. I gulped.

Mistress Anrey came and looked me over. She took my hands and turned them over. She took hold of my chin and turned my head from side to side and touched my neck. “Hhhmmmm” she said. “No marks, thankfully. Nothing to prevent you from working. We can talk about this later. We will have to. I suggest you two run along to shower and change. You’ve already been away from the party for far too long. I shall expect to see you in the ballroom very soon. Yes?”

“Yes Mistress!” I said. TT just stood there with his mouth open. I grabbed him by the arm and we ran for it.

We got to the security door, entered our codes and dashed into the changing area. I had to stop then. I was shaking. TT grabbed me and held me while I cried. I had been scared half to death there. That had been a rollercoaster ride and now that the adrenaline had stopped pumping, I was a mess. And there was the prospect of punishment at a later time.

There were only two other crew in here. They looked at us and left quickly. TT Just held me.

“God, I’m sorry. I was rubbish back there. You were so brave and I let you down.” He said.

I pulled myself together, for his sake as much as mine. “Don’t be silly” I said. “You got help. That saved us. You’re my hero!” I forced a smile at him. He kind of pursed his lips together. He wasn’t convinced, but he played along.

“Come on. We had better shower and get back out there. This is supposed to be a party and I’ll not let that bastard ruin it for us!” I said. We both showered quickly. It felt like a luxury, standing under the hot water, but I couldn’t take my time. We came out of the shower area and used my cubicle to dry off and get dressed. By the time we were ready we were giggling and playing around. I was still feeling a little insecure but I didn’t want TT to see that. I decided to put the whole thing out of my mind until later. I was getting good at that lately.

We exited the changing area. I opened the door and was startled to find Master standing there with the duty security guard. I looked at him, my face expressionless. For some reason I didn’t know whether I was I trouble or what. I noticed that Master’s knuckles were both red and scuffed and his face was scratched.

He grabbed me and hugged me, squeezing the breath out of me. “Are you okay?” He asked.

I pulled away. “Yeah.” I said. “I am now”. I smiled at him and he smiled too.

“He won’t be bothering anyone again” Master said. That sounded ominous but I decided it wasn’t wise to ask what that meant. “The boy’s gonna be alright. He wants to see you but that can wait. You okay to carry on?”

I smiled. “Yep!” I said. “I haven’t been caught yet!”

Master chuckled. “I knew your smart mouth would keep you out of trouble - well, mostly!” He hugged me again. He ran his hand under my kilt and grabbed a handful of my bottom before he let me go. “Go on then. If you’re not in that ballroom soon Mistress Anrey will murder me. We’ll speak later.”

Master winked at me and we ran off. Suddenly it was all alright again. One quick grope from Master was all it took to make me feel on top of the world. God, I was such a little slut.

* * * *

I had been circulating in the ballroom for about ten or fifteen minutes. TT has disappeared somewhere and I assumed he had been caught, so when he suddenly returned with a broad grin I was surprised.

“I thought you’d be a while?” I said.

“Oh, no, I wasn’t screwed” he said with a smile. Something about the way he was acting was very cagey. I frowned at him and he pulled a face back at me.

“Come on” he said. “I found somewhere cool I want you to see!” He grabbed my hand and we ran off like little kids. We darted through corridors to a medium sized room with a horseshoe shaped counter top table in the middle and bar stools around the outside. It had large doors leading to a private garden. I guessed it must have been a private bar or something like that.

“Ok, very nice..... but what are we doing here, you maniac!?” I laughed.

“Here” TT said. “Come and sit up here on this stool. Come on!” He practically manhandled me up onto the high barstool. It had a leather padded seat with no back or arms.

“Yes, very comfortable” I said. “Now, you gonna tell me what’s going on?” I asked. He was up to something, I just didn’t know what.

TT opened my legs a little and stepped in to kiss me. I closed my eyes and let him. After a minute I broke off. “We’ll get in trouble” I said, giggling.

“Not so much” he answered. “I’m acting on instructions.” And he grinned at me.

“What?” I asked. I was about to push him away when a large firm hand gripped my shoulder.

“Super Sweet Sixteen” a deep voice said. “You’re hard to pin down”.

TT shrugged. “You set a new record, but time’s up.” He kissed me on the cheek, still smiling like an idiot. “I’ve been done four times now. It’s your turn!” He chuckled and I couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re a complete bastard, Number Twenty-Two!” I said, but we both knew I didn’t mean it. He winked and disappeared.

A man took my right arm and held it out to the side. Someone else took my left. The man behind me grasped my hips and pulled my bottom back over the edge of the stool. A fourth man stepped in where TT had been and without discussion he pressed his mouth firmly on mine. I leaned into the kiss and let him explore my mouth with his tongue. He was a good kisser.

Maybe this was just what I needed.

A hand slid under my kilt and into the crack of my ass. A single finger circled my anus, delicately teasing me before pushing gently up and in. It sent a shiver down my spine. This was good kissing and good finger action.

I tried to lower my hands, but the two men to my sides had them firmly stretched outward. I broke off the kiss for a second. If I was caught I was determined to enjoy it. I said “Sirs, I am clearly caught. You can hold my arms if you wish, but perhaps you would prefer it if... I hold you instead?” I went back to my kiss as I was enjoying it. There were a few murmurs and within a few seconds I could hear pants being unfastened. My arms were lowered to a more comfortable height and my hands were wrapped around two nice stiff cocks.

Through the kiss I said “hmmmm, now that’s better. Thank you, sirs.” I closed my eyes and twisted my tongue around, sending my kissing friend into a frenzy.

The guy behind me removed his finger. He caressed my bottom for a minute, just touching and exploring, before taking his cock and pressing it to my entrance. He pushed hard and buried himself into my rear and I pushed back to meet him with a moan. This guy wasn’t big, but it was a nice size to start with and although he was firm, he was gentle too.

I made a little satisfied noise and shuffled back into a position where he could really fuck me. As my reward he reached around under my kilt and slid his hands into my underwear and fondled my cock, using it as leverage to thrust into me.

I was feeling slutty. These guys seemed okay and I wanted to earn some of the reputation I appeared to have. I pulled away from my kissing companion and between him trying to get his lips back on mine I managed to say “kneel on the bar and give me your cock”.

He grabbed my face and gave me a last sloppy kiss before he hopped up, kicked his pants off, and thrust his pelvis at me. I caught a brief glimpse of a nicely proportioned and throbbing hard cock before it pushed past my lips. I was feeling very horny so I found it easy to take him down my throat. I wasn’t anywhere near gagging, spurred on by the small satisfied noises of appreciation from all four men.

The two men at my sides started to unfasten my leather straps. They fell to the floor, no longer needed. The guy fucking into my behind removed his hands from my penis and unfastened my kilt. He unwrapped it and let it fall open. He grasped the side of my white skimpy underpants and ripped them, exposing my penis to the men. They were still wrapped around the other leg, but I guessed they would be coming off completely, and soon.

“Oh god, I’m close!” The guy behind me said. I removed my hands from the two men at my sides and extracted the cock from my throat. I very gently pulled forward and stepped off the barstool, the man’s penis sliding from my hole and bouncing back upright. His head was throbbing purple. I turned around and bent over the stool and took that cock in my mouth. The guy on the bar muttered something like “fuck yeah” and he jumped down and in one thrust he pushed himself into me right up to his balls. That pushed the air out of my lungs, but it was a good feeling.

The other two came back in for more jerking and touching.

The guy in my mouth took maybe a minute to get to where he was when he was in my ass. He tried to pull away but I sucked so hard that he could not. He gave up, pushed right in, and shot his cum down my throat. He grunted a few times and then he was spent.

The man behind me had a bigger cock and he knew how to use it. I was trying to bring my ass up a bit because his thrusts were a delight. I was moaning with almost every inward push. That unbelievably good feeling of a big cock sliding in and out of me.

“Can I come inside?” He asked. Perhaps he wasn’t experienced with ‘service personnel’.

“Oh, please, sir” I said.

Within seconds he was thrusting harder and faster and I knew he was close. I took my hands off the other cocks - they’d get a turn soon enough - and I grabbed hold of the stool to brace myself. The guy behind me called out and pushed in deep and I could feel him pumping his juices into me.

Almost immediately I had another cock in my mouth. It was the biggest yet and it was oozing precum. I set to work licking the head and tickling around the shaft with my tongue.

The man behind me pulled out and another cock took its place. It was stubby, short but thicker than the others. I moaned as the girth of it stretched me out. I was pleased that the man moaned too. He was enjoying me, so I gripped him hard to heighten his pleasure. He didn’t last long. He slowly fucked in and out of me for a few minutes before pulling out and shooting hot cum all over my open hole. He was breathing very heavily and moaning throughout.

Suddenly three of the men were lifting me. They turned me over, swiped off what remained of my underwear, and lay me down on my back on the bar. The cold marble made me flinch.

Then the fourth man was on top of me, the guy with the big cock. He lifted my legs and had me hold them back while he wiped his cock around my entrance, smearing the other guy’s cum around my hole. He pushed forward and slowly but surely skewered me. The other three cocks had been the warm-up routine. This guy was big, and his thrusts into me were strong and deep. He leaned over me and kissed me, licking my lips and sucking on them.

The man humped me and I moaned “Ah, ah, ah” as his cock poked at the boundary of my rectum. Then suddenly his tongue was in my mouth and his cock was deeper than ever. I could feel his orgasm building from his balls, through the shaft of his pulsing cock to the head that was lodged far up inside me. Cum spurted into my bowels, six or seven healthy wads of the stuff pumped up my ass.

The man lay there for a minute before he got off and pulled his soft cock from my hole. I lay back panting, well and truly caught for the first, second, third and fourth time tonight.

I looked around at these men. They were all around 30 years of age, all fit and handsome guys. Two of them looked like they might be brothers. They were all dressing and getting ready to return to the party. One of them picked up my clothes and placed them neatly on the stool. I heard another whisper “Do we need to do anything....?”

“Sirs, thank you so much! You were all..... incredible” I said.

They looked a bit embarrassed, but one of them came over to me and kissed me again. I fondled his balls for good measure. “We’re new at this, in case you couldn’t tell” he said with a sexy smile. “Should we do anything for you?” He asked. “You were..... fuck, I don’t even have the words!”

There was a chorus of “yeah” and “fucking amazing” and I grinned at that.

“You gentlemen get yourselves back to the party. I’ll go get cleaned up. Just please do me one small favour....?” I asked.

“Sure anything!” One of them said. Another chimed in with “You were awesome. We must owe you something!”

“When you’ve got your breath back, if you see my young friend anywhere out there, please make sure you fuck him senseless?” I asked. “Thank you, sirs”.

They all laughed at that. They filed out of the room with much back slapping and proclamations of how good it was, how tight I was, and how lucky they were. It made slutty me smile. A few minutes went by and I figured I should get showered and back out there. Someone grabbed my cock and pushed his face onto mine. It was TT.

“Need a hand......?” He said. He was still grinning. “Don’t be mad at me. They were quite insistent and I thought their plan to use me to get to you was genius! They’ve been watching from a distance all night. Besides, it was you or me and.....well..... fair’s fair!”

I laughed. “You fucking traitor!” I said.

He laughed too. “If it helps..... I was watching through the door. Fuck, seeing you get nailed was hot. You took all four, too. Can’t wait to tell someone. Nobody gets gangbanged like that for real. Trouble is, I got caught as I was watching and playing with myself by some older guy who pushed me up against the wall out there and fucked me hard and fast. I am now leaking cum from a sore hole! Serves me right I guess!”

I laughed so hard at that, tears were streaming down my face and cum was leaking from my ass. When I had recovered I looked up at my friend. “Now that’s karma!” I said.

He gave he a sloppy smile. As I went to sit up he put a hand on my chest and pushed me down. He wrapped his lips around my cock and sucked me until I came. He gave good blowjobs.

“That’s one I owed you” he said wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “Beside, they might have been hot but it was rude of them not to let you finish. Figured you should always come after four cocks! That should be a rule.” We both laughed at that. I got up and dressed, leaving my underwear in the nearest trash having used it to wipe the cum from my ass and TT’s. We double-timed it to the changing area to shower, lube up, and get back out there.

The evening was a whirlwind. TT and my strategy worked well most of the time and it was over an hour before we found ourselves in a position that we couldn’t escape. Personally I think TT screwed up on purpose because he didn’t want to escape. There were two guys who had been hunting us for a while and TT had the hots for one of them. Admittedly they were both very nice to look at. Both were young, probably late twenties, and both were slim, tall and dark. Both were dressed in tailored designer suits, with perfect haircuts and model-like smiles. If you’re going to be caught, I thought, it might as well be by these two.

They had obviously been watching us closely because they were waiting for us as we exited one of the rat-runs we had been using between the main hubs of the party. One of them took me by the hand and the other wrapped an arm around TT’s waist. It was the wrong way around for TT and he looked grumpy about it, so we got them to switch when we got to a little lounge area not far from the ballroom. They didn’t seem to mind which way around they had us.

My guy had me lay face down on the rug with my legs spread. He got straight to work rimming me, lapping around my hole and tonguing my entrance. He didn’t even wait to remove my underwear. His tongue was broad and wet and his tongue action was slow and seductive. It was a wonderful way to start. It was bliss.

The other guy dropped his pants so that TT could suck him. Good choice, I thought. I knew from experience that TT was good at that.

It wasn’t long before my guy move up my body, kissing up my spine before mounting me. He fucked my ass cheeks for a little while, coating his cock in the saliva he had left there. Then he lined up and started to push inside me. He was gentle and slow, taking his time and savouring the moment. My ring relaxed and opened for him and he delicately popped his head inside me. That was nice. I pushed my ass up for him, my head down, giving him the very best angle and squeezing his cock inside me to reward him for being nice to me. From the light moaning I figured he was grateful.

The other guy had TT turn and get on all fours. He too got to work rimming and after a very short while he thrust into my friend. I could see from my position on the floor that he had a good sized cock with a very large head. TT went almost cross-eyed as that thing popped past his sphincter. It wasn’t long before he was pushing back on his guy, encouraging him to fuck harder.

My guy was laying on top of me now. He was gently thrusting up inside me while he alternately nibbled my ear, licked my neck, and whispered nice things to me. He started by apologising, which I found quite amusing. “I usually take a bit more time than this, but I’ve been thinking about you for hours and I can’t wait. I have to have you.” He said.

I pushed back harder than before and acknowledged him. “Oh sir, please take me!” From that point he was singleminded about what he was doing and he fucked me harder, getting faster and faster. He came quickly, pulling out first and spurting over my cheeks and slowly closing hole. He rubbed the cum into me like some kind of massage oil, fingering and thumbing my hole with it.

The other guy came too. TT had pushed his face to the floor with his ass right in the air as high as he could get it. His guy’s cock was pulling out half way then thrusting far forward, right up into my friend’s rectum. He grunted several times and then let rip, shooting hot cum into TT.

Both of these guys had been good and taken care of us. I got TT’s attention and wiggled my eyebrows at him. He rolled his eyes at me but smiled and nodded.

I rolled over and took my guy in the mouth. He seemed reluctant at first but was soon into it. TT did the same.

“Hey” I said between licking and sucking him clean. “You guys were pretty good. As you waited so long for is, how about we swap and go again” there was a pause. I winked at him and added “sir?”.

The other guy wasn’t sure. “I don’t know if I can do that again so soon” he said. He looked worried about whether he would be able to perform.

“Now, sir” said TT. “Why don’t you leave the details to us?” I was so proud. He was learning fast. He seemed to be realising that getting fucked without violence could be pretty nice, and the added polite subservience turned on any client.

It took about a minute before both of these guys were hard. TT and I swapped, lapping cock and balls until they both had a fresh taste of precum. We pushed them both down on their backs and mounted.

“After three” I said. “Three..... two..... one.....” and we synchronised lowering ourselves on the waiting erections. My new guy was certainly big, but as I had just taken his friend I was stretched out enough to let him push right into me without waiting around. I closed me eyes to concentrate on how he felt as that bulbous head buried itself into my guts.

We bounced up and down for a few minutes, giggling like schoolboys as our new friends played with our cocks and ran their hands up our torsos. Then we rode more seductively and we leaned over and kissed each other while the men watched and raised their hips up to fuck into us. My guy said “jerk yourself off while we fuck” and the other guy agreed, asking TT to do the same. I came first, and that caused my man to shoot as my sphincter tightened around him. “Oh my god” he said, and he looked surprised and he pumped another dump of hot cum into my insides.

The other guy came next. He grabbed TT’s hips and pushed up, thrusting so that his back was arched. He cried out as he shot his load and that was all it took for TT to come, too.

We collapsed a big, sweating, panting heap. When I got my breath back I kissed my man and said “For someone who wasn’t sure whether he could do that again, you sure did that again!” I said. “Sir is quite the hot fuck, if I may say so. As is his friend!”

“Only with you boys” the other guy said. “You make quite the pair. You’re both incredibly fucking hot! I can’t believe we scored a gold and a silver. But I gotta say, it was worth the wait. I have never......” he did not finish the sentence. I guess he didn’t think he needed to. I grinned and gave my man another kiss. TT was doing likewise.

“We’ll leave you gentlemen to refresh yourselves. We had better go and get cleaned up.” I said. “It was a pleasure having been caught by you both. Thank you, Sirs” I said. We both got up and started to leave.

“Hey, can we see you again?” One of them shouted after us. TT looked at me, knowing that I was no longer bookable. I winked at him. They didn’t need to know that.

“I do hope so, sir” I called back. “We always enjoy repeat custom, especially when it’s this good!” And we ran off to sounds of the two men calling platitudes our way.

“You’re such a little slut” TT giggled at me as we jogged back toward the changing area.

“Takes one to know one” I said back. I pushed him into the wall and raced him back, laughing all the way.

Before long it was 1.30 am. TT and I had ably managed to be charming, to socialise, to mingle, and not to get caught again. Sure, we’d been kissed, touched, fingered and generally had a good time, but when it came to getting us alone we were too good. Six cocks was enough for one evening, anyway, I thought. And I figured I might encourage TT to finish me off later when we were alone.

Rumours were rife that I had been gangbanged by twelve men at once and while he denied having said anything, I suspected TT was behind that. There was another rumour that we had both been gangbanged by a group of younger men and neither of us had any idea where that came from. The crew seemed to have an obsession with group sex which seemed to be because it happened so rarely. There was also a lot of gossip about the incident with the Prince. There was no open talk with me about of it, of course, but several groups of the crew made it clear that something was going on.

Master came to find me. All golds and silvers were required to join senior management in the line to wish guests goodbye. The party was due to finish at 2am and in the line I couldn’t be spirited away, so I was in the clear. TT and I high-fived and went to the entrance hall to stand with Master.

There seemed to be a never ending procession of people leaving. Most of them made of point of bidding Master farewell and as I was with him, we were doubly in demand. We met all of the men who had fucked me tonight and they were vocal about how wonderful I was to anyone who would listen. I found that oddly embarrassing, but it certainly cemented my reputation as a hot little sex toy.

As the crowd thinned I noticed that more important people had started to leave. Occasionally Master would nudge me and tell me to say something specific as someone was wealthy, or powerful, or an old client. Pavel had started to escort a few people in turn, highlighting that we were getting to the cream of the crop.

“Who’s that?” I asked. Master looked over the top of my head to where Pavel and a fit, well dressed man with impeccable grey hair were talking as they moved along the line. Pavel seemed more deferential to this man than anyone else.

“Ah, he’s Christian.” Said Master. “He’s the head of probably the most powerful family in the country. Pavel owes him a favour, hence the fact that he’s disappearing up Christian’s asshole.” I hid a laugh behind my hand.

They two men got to where I was standing with Master. “Aha!” Said Christian. “No need to introduce these two!” He beamed at Master. “How are you, Jonno?” He asked. The two men embraced and exchanged pleasantries and then attention turned to me. “And here is..... what do I call you? Super Sweet Sixteen....?” He said, a wry smile on his face. “I have heard the most wonderful things about you. But I confess that I am disappointed now that I finally meet you.”

I was surprised by that comment but his smile told me there was more to it. “It’s lovely to meet you sir,” I said. His smile was infectious so I was smiling too. “I wonder if I might be so rude as to ask how I have disappointed you so? Perhaps I can put things right?” I batted my eyelashes at him.

“Ha!” He said, his smile turning into a broad grin. “So polite! Well, then, boy. I’m disappointed because I had not realised that your schedule was no longer open. Had I made the connection I’d have made a concerted effort to find you this evening and perhaps stolen you away for a short while..... although as I understand it, you were not easy to pin down.” He laughed. “If you’ll excuse the expression! There are many frustrated souls leaving here tonight who had to put up with second best!” He winked at me and it sent a little thrill up my spine.

I laughed along with him. Pavel seemed delighted that I was being so charming. In honesty Christian was hot stuff. He was an older guy, but fit and handsome. He oozed wealth and but he didn’t seem stuck up or demanding. On the contrary he was charming and confident. I wondered if there was an opportunity here to get into Pavel’s good books. I was still a little worried that I could be punished for the episode with the Prince and even if I was in the clear over that, I still wanted to influence my future life.

“Sir, if I had known that you were seeking me out, I assure you I would have run a little slower and been easier to catch. We could have found a quiet corner to get better acquainted. Sometimes it’s nice to be with younger men, but mostly it’s nice to be with a man who knows what he wants and how to get it. I am certain I would have enjoyed spending time with you greatly!” It was cheeky, but I figured it would flatter his ego.

Christian chuckled. “I don’t know where you got this one, Pavel, but if you can go back there and find one for me I’d call us quits!” He said.

They were about to move down the line when I got a crazy idea. “Sir, I wonder if you have a long journey home tonight?” I asked. They both stopped and looked at me. Master was frowning and I knew he was on the verge of stepping in. No-one wanted me to fuck up a perfectly pleasant encounter with this powerful man.

“Strange question, but not really. I have a house near here. I guess maybe a thirty or forty minutes drive. Maybe less.” He looked quizzical. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, Sir, I simply wondered if you would like some company on your journey home? I am so terribly sorry to have disappointed someone so important this evening and I would feel terrible if you left the party and weren’t completely satisfied.” I placed emphasis on the word ’completely’. “I assume you are being driven, so perhaps I could find some way to relieve the boredom.” I decided to go in for the kill and damn the consequences. I batted my eyelashes again and did my best to seem entirely innocent and pure. “Of course,” I said, “I would need the permission of my Master and I would need a ride back here, but I wonder if I couldn’t satisfy you enough so that you and Sir” i gestured to Pavel “are quits without having to try to find another one of me?” I smiled sweetly.

Pavel cleared his throat and Master’s eyes went wide. For a second I wondered if I had pushed that a bit too far, so it was an immense relief when Christian burst out laughing.

“Did you put him up to that, Pavel?” He asked.

“I assure you I did not.” Came the rather curt response. Master was trying hide his amusement behind his hand.

Christian took a half step back and looked me up and down, blatantly appraising me. I could see the lust in his eyes and it made me horny. “I tell you what,” he said. “I confess I am more than intrigued by you. If you’re as good as your reputation - if you’re as good as you are polite - I’d have to be dead from the waist down to turn away the opportunity. I’ll let you into a secret: I have been keeping Pavel’s debt mostly because he finds it irksome and that amuses me. You come with me, keep me.... ah.... company and give me something else to be amused by and I’ll call it even. You’ll have to be the best I’ve had though. I’ll have my driver bring you straight back here. What do you say, Pavel?”

Pavel’s eyes went wide but it was Master who spoke. “Christian, we’ve been trying to get you to cancel that debt for years, so I believe we have an agreement. I have no doubt you’ll be delighted. I only ask that you send this boy directly back as he is rather precious and we’re rather fond of him. He’s under Pavel’s seal”. Master placed a lot of emphasis on the word ’directly’. I didn’t really understand what being under Pavel’s seal meant, but it sounded cool.

Christian slapped Master’s shoulder. “I understand old friend” he said. “I’ll have him back here without delay. Rest assured, he’ll be under my personal protection. And I hope I will be delighted. I’ve been around the block though, so I’m not holding my breath. Too many nice things out there with big reputations. Most of them aren’t worth my time.” He smiled and I could tell he was teasing me.

I grinned. “Well, I am pleased that’s settled.” I said. I took Christian’s arm. “Sir, do you have a very big.....car?” I asked. “Is there room to stretch out?” I winked at Master and Christian led me out of the main entrance, skipping the rest of the line. His limousine appeared from nowhere and a suited chauffeur opened the door for us. The inside of the car was like a hotel lounge. There was a drinks cabinet, two large black leather seats like sofas facing each other, and a plush carpet. Christian pressed a button and a tinted glass partition rose up to give us privacy from his driver.

“Well young man” he said. “You’re clearly a cut or two above the rest. Enough with the ‘sir’ though. Call me Christian. What should I call you...?” He sat back into the seat, a drink already in hand.

I was already on him. I straddled him and pressed my mouth to his and kissed him, gradually moving my lips apart and allowing my tongue to explore his mouth. He tasted of smoke and whiskey, but tonight I found it was a turn-on.

“You can call me anything you like” I said. “Sir”. I giggled.

He put aside his drink and grasped my bottom with both hands and leaned into the kiss. My hands were on his face, running over his cheek, his ears and his neck. He broke away from our kiss and licked my neck and gently bit my ear.

I allowed the crossed braces to fall off my shoulders leaving me bare-chested. He ran his hand up my torso and sucked on my nipple. His skin was warm and rough like Master’s. He explored my body, touching and caressing with expert fingers. I shuffled off him and sat on the opposite seat. I wiggled my hips and dropped the white kilt to the floor without unfastening it. He leaned over me, grasped my underwear and pulled it down to my knees in one swift motion. I kicked them off and pulled him in for another kiss. I was naked in the back of his limousine, my clothes strewn on the floor. I’d never done it a car before and it was pretty hot.

I pushed him back to the other seat and I straddled him again. We kissed, I licked his ear and neck and ran my fingers through his hair. I unbuttoned his shirt as he grasped my bottom and ran a finger over my anus. It sent a shiver of delight up my back and brought me out in goosebumps. He leaned forward and kissing my chest and licked around my nipples before biting one. As his teeth pinched me he pushed up with his finger and slid into into me. I made an “ahh” sound, the double sensation creating a shockwave in my groin. He bit again and fingered me deeper and then he forced a second finger into me. He locked onto my mouth, my own mouth wide and my tongue playing with his. I rode his fingers like they were a cock, my own penis getting harder and harder and my scrotum tightening with every second.

I slide off his fingers and backed away from him until I was on my knees on the floor of the car. I unbuckled his pants and slid my hand down to play with his cock, my eyes locked on his. I pulled his penis free and couldn’t help but say “oh my!” As it sprung up in front of my face.

His cock was large, about the same size as Master’s, but his head was huge. I studied it for a second then made eye contact again. Christian was smiling at my reaction. “Too big for that very tight little hole….?” He asked.

To answer him I took him in my mouth. I’d show him. I expertly licked and sucked his head and moved down to his shaft and balls. His cock was twitching by the time I had finished and he was squirming in his seat. I yanked his pants right down to his ankles so I could get right right between his legs. I took a deep breath and engulfed his hardness with my mouth and I kept on pushing. I felt him hit the back of my throat. I focussed on the feeling in my ass where Christian’s fingers had been and, breathing deeply I took him all way into my throat. I allowed to spend a few minutes fucking my face. He moaned as I slid him in and out, finally pulling my head away to kiss his muscled stomach and work my way up his body.

As I moved up his torso and climbed slowly back onto him. I reached his nipples and I licked, then sucked, then bit him. He flinched a little so I kissed it again, and moved up to his neck. Eventually my mouth was locked back on his and he was kissing me deeply and passionately. I raised myself above that massive cock head, my knees quivering slightly in anticipation.

I very slowly dropped down. His head rested at my entrance, precum smearing my hole like hot lube. I pressed down more and allowed his cock to push my anus open just a little. I pulled back up and pushed down again, making him moan. This time most of his head was inside, but I pulled up again and then back down. The edges of my anus were hot and stinging, that feeling when it’s stretched further than usual, almost as far as it can go. It was a great feeling and I knew I could take him. I applied some more force and the head popped through, burying itself into my hot rectum. He moaned again and kissed me harder, gripping onto me with his hands.

I pulled up so that his entire erection slid out of my hole and then dropped down again. I loved the feeling of his head stretching me out and then breaking through my sphincter. I did it again, and again, and again.

Christian broke off our kiss and sat forward. He grabbed my upper arms with his hands forced me down as he thrust up. I saw stars as that big cock thrust deeply into me, filling my rectum. He allowed his hands to fall to my bottom where he cupped me, raising me a little and then letting my drop. His cock moved only a little way, but it was bliss. I could feel that big head moving around inside me, caressing my insides and rubbing over the special spot inside me.

He licked my neck and my ears and he kissed me, all the while lifting me a little and then dropping my down on his erection. Suddenly he lifted me all the way off and then let me drop. It was my turn to moan his entire penis penetrated deep into me in a single motion.

He surged forward, lifting me and pushing me to the opposite seat. I was on my back now, this man on top of me. He grabbed my ankles and lifted them high. He fucked into me a few times before he hooked my legs over his shoulders, bending me almost in half. Now he really fucked. With big deep strokes he took me. I was panting, the heat of his body and the warmth in my ass radiating through me. I was moaning and squirming as his hard cock head reached as far into my bowels as anyone had been, then pulled out almost all the way.

He unhooked my legs and turned me onto my side, my legs together and my knees brought up to my chest. He fingered me again, three of his digits exploring my hot entrance. Then once more he thrust himself into me hard and fast while he gripped me with his hands.

He turned me again, pulling my knees off the seat and bending me over. He took me from behind first slowly and then harder and faster. The man’s stamina was incredible and he knew how to use his cock.

Eventually I was sitting on his lap again, facing away from him. He ran his fingernails up and down my spine as I teased his cock with my ass, lifting almost all the way off until the head of his cock felt like it was about to pop out, then slide down just a little and repeating that action. I sensed his balls tightening and his cock hardening. I knew he wouldn’t be able to handle the feeling he was having and the great image of his cock sliding into me.

“I’m coming” he said quietly, his voice strained. I sat back, allowing his cock to stretch out inside me. I felt his balls twitch and pump molten semen up his shaft and into me. It was hot and there was lots of it. I milked him with my ass until his grunting and panting stopped, and then I sat down and lay back onto his chest, reaching back to touch his face.

After a few minutes he lifted me off his cock and turned me, and we kissed. He pulled away and held my face in his hands, looking into my eyes. This guy was great and I wanted to finish him off properly. I sunk down off his lap to the floor of the car. I knelt between his legs and took his cock in my mouth and licked and sucked him clean. The taste of his juices mixed with mine was electrifying. He didn’t get fully hard, but I know from the noises he was making that he enjoyed me down there. When I had finished he pulled me up and sat me on his knee with my bottom hanging over the edge. He jerked me off while gently fingering me with his other hand and tonguing my mouth. It took no time for me to spurt my cum into his hand which I brought to my mouth. I licked his fingers clean and then kissed him again. I wanted him to taste the saltiness of my young cum.

He lifted me off one last time and sat me on the seat next to him. He retrieved his drink and poured me a small amount in a second glass and handed it to me. I hesitated. “It’s OK,” he said. “I know Pavel. He would not mind you taking a small amount”. I took the glass and took a small sip. It wasn’t anything I had before. It was fruity and warmed me all the way down my throat.

Christian sat close to me and took a long slug of his liquor. He looked over a me, drinking in the sight of my naked, recently well-fucked body. He seemed to come to a conclusion. “Do something for me?” He asked.

“Of course sir,” I replied. “Anything”.

The man smiled. “Give Pavel a message for me?” He said. I nodded. “Tell Pavel we are not quits.” He smiled again but I frowned and pouted. He put a hand on my cheek and gently stroked my eyebrow with his thumb. He smiled at me.

“Tell him I now owe him a favour.” My eyes went wide. That seemed significant. “I’m serious” he said. “The stories I have heard about you do you no justice. You were incredible. There’s something quite unusual about you, Sweet Sixteen. I felt like your lover there, certainly not.......”. He paused a little and I filled the gap for him.

“Not like you were with a whore....?” I asked. I was smiling now. I really didn’t mind the word.

“Yes. I guess some might use that word, but we must both agree it doesn’t fit you at all. You’re no whore, that’s for sure. If I were twenty years younger I’d have you again right now and I might not let you leave!” He laughed and it was a good sound.

“Thank you, sir. I appreciate that.” I said. I took another sip and rested my head on his shoulder. “If you don’t mind me saying, you were pretty special too” and I kind of hugged his arm.

He laughed again. “But not the best, eh?” He said.

I looked up at him, afraid that I might have offended him, but he was just playing with me. “You have to tell me now, though. I’m curious. Who was better?”

I sat up with a grin. “You really want to know….?” I asked. “Or are you just toying with me again?”

He nodded emphatically. “Yes. You’ve some experience and you obviously know what you like. I want to know where I rank!” He said. He had a broad smile on his face. I bet he was cute when he was younger.

“Well, my top two are kinda tied.” I said. “Master Johns is quite something” Christian laughed loudly at that. “And there’s a boy who I can’t get out of my head, someone who seemed to fit just right, you know?”

Christian nodded approval. “Yeah, I get that” he said. “What’s his name?”

“Craig” I said. “He comes from a rich family, so while I would like to look him up and his father even said I could, I don’t think anything will come of it. Still, it’s a nice fantasy.” I was a bit wistful.

Now Christian really laughed. He cupped my face and kissed me. “My sweet, sweet boy!” He said. “You must mean Craig St.John?”

My eyes went wide. “You know him?” I was worried that I had spoken about one client to another, something I had been told was not permitted.

“Ha!” He said. “I know him. I know his father very well. We’re old friends and allies. Craig has been moping around for days lamenting that some young thing has stolen his heart. That must be you! I had not realised!” He laughed again, an almost musical sound and I couldn’t help but smile. “My word, I don’t mind being beaten to first place by Jonno. He was always a good fuck. We grew up together. I mean, I’m older than he is, but we hung around with the same group. He’s a good man, even if he does have the temper from hell. Now I’m beaten by that young pup Craig too! I didn’t know he had it in him. I must be getting old.”

Leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “Still, a very close third can’t be bad, can it?” I asked. “And fourth is a very long way behind you. If it helps I can tell Master that you were better. Might spur him on to try harder!” I grinned. I was being cheeky and I knew it.

Christian playfully slapped my leg. “Third behind Jonno and your young love? I guess I can live with that” He said, still smiling. “And I wouldn’t worry about Craig. The fact that he’s lovestruck is the talk of the town. Many young ladies have just lost the most eligible bachelor for miles around. There are broken hearts up and down the coast. Personally I can’t wait for them to hear he’s fallen for a boy. That will shake things up a bit!” He looked into the middle distance for a minute or two, then back at me. “Craig has impeccable taste, I’ll give him that. I won’t tell him that ‘uncle Christian’ screwed his boyfriend in the back of my car if you won’t.”

I smiled at the man. I had no idea if he was just saying these things to make me feel good, or what, but I liked it and I’d hold onto it. “It’s not like we’re together” I said. “Maybe it’s just a pipe dream. And maybe it’s not me, maybe he’s found someone of better standing to mess with his heart.”

Christian’s expression didn’t change. “I think that’s highly unlikely” he said. “You two would make a nice couple. Promise me you will look him up when you are able?”

“I promise” I said, and we embraced one last time.

We got dressed again just in time for Christian’s car to pull up to his mansion. He kissed me. “Thank you, number Sixteen.” He said. “You have made an old guy very happy indeed. I wish you all the best. I hope we’ll meet again some time. Oh, and don’t forget to tell Jonno I was better!” He didn’t wait to hear me thank him. He got out and addressed his driver. I could hear him say something about straight back, no fooling around, no stopping. The driver acknowledged and got back in the car. He dropped the tinted screen and with a broad grin he looked in his mirror at me.

“You want a bit of music?” He asked. I smiled and nodded. The drive back was nice. It had been a cool party and this was a nice end. I hoped the boss, Pavel, would be pleased. I snoozed a little on the way back, but I was awake when we pulled up in front of the huge house. The driver opened the door for me. He winked at me and said “Thanks for the show. Amazing.” Before he got back in the car and drove away.

I walked up the marble steps and through the large double doors. I was grinning, but I stopped the moment I stepped into the entrance hall.

Master, Pavel, Mistress Anrey, the Master of Ceremonies and the head of security were waiting for me. They had been sat talking as I I walked into the entrance hall but they stood as soon as they saw me. I figured this must where I face the consequences of striking a client. I stood where I was, a few feet inside the doors. I figured I had better be on my best behaviour and take what was coming to me.

Master waved me over to the group. “Come here” he said. “And try not to look so miserable.” He looked tired, but he smiled. Maybe I wasn’t in too much trouble after all.

The man, Pavel, welcomed me into the group and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Welcome back, young man” he said. “I trust everything went well?” I smiled up at him.

“Very well, sir” I said.

“Well, don’t keep me in suspense!” He said, never breaking eye contact. This obviously meant a lot to him.

“Christian asked me to give you a message,” I said. Pavel didn’t wait for me to finish before he interrupted with “yes..... go on!”

“He asked me to say that going forward, your debt to him is cancelled.....” again the man interrupted.

“My word! Excellent work. Just excellent!” He was saying as he patted my shoulder and grinned at Master.

“Please, sir,” I said. He returned his attention to me and looked slightly worried again. “He also asked me to inform you that he now owes you a favour.” I smiled a little, still nervous about the possible punishment.

The man stood upright and looked confused. Then he smiled. Then he laughed. Master laughed too.

“I did tell you, Pavel” said Master. Pavel’s reached into his jacket pocket a retrieved a wad of bank notes which he handed to Master.

“Yes, you did.” He said. He shook his head. “Simply astonishing.” Master took the cash and pocketed it. “Perhaps I owe you, young man” Pavel said. “But for now we need to talk about the incident of earlier this evening with the client we knew as the Prince”. My heart sank a little and my eyes dropped to the floor. I took a deep breath and resigned myself once again to some form of punishment and looked up. I looked up and caught Master’s eye. He kinda frowned at me and seemed to be questioning ’what’s wrong’.

“Hold on” said Master. “Let’s just make sure we’re all on the same page.” He looked me in the eye. “Do you think you’re in some sort of trouble?” He asked.

I shuffled my feet a bit. I disliked being in this group. I was just the slave, not some senior person in this organisation. “Well...... I struck a client, so.......”

To my surprise it was Mistress Anrey who spoke. “Young man” she said, and I was surprised at that. Mistress usually referred to everyone as ‘boy’. “Please, allow me to be completely clear. Your actions today were incredibly brave. I have no doubt that you saved the life of one of my team, a young and hard working courier. There’s no punishment for defending one of our own!” A huge weight was lifted. I hadn’t realised how much I had pushed that down to deal with it later.

Pavel spoke. “Actually, we’re here first and foremost to apologise. You should not have been in that position and having discussed the events of the evening, we believe the first security team on the scene treated you poorly.”

“I wanted you to be aware” said the security chief “that I have relieved that security guard of his duties. He did not follow standard protocol. I must be honest, that threw me off when I arrived, so I apologise if I was rude.”

I was stunned. “Really, sirs, Mistress, there’s no need to apologise to me. I’m only......”

“That’s enough of that” Master interrupted. “You’re not ‘only’ anything.” He smiled at me and I blushed.

“Yes, well..... that brings me to the second matter” said Pavel. “This has been a very successful evening and all the more so for all of your actions tonight. We want to reward you and perhaps we should do something for whole team. We just don’t know what you’d like as a reward.” Pavel smiled at me, a rare thing.

I looked from face to face. I had an idea but I wasn’t at all sure that these people would go for it. I decided I had nothing to lose.

“Please, may I ask a question?” I said. Pavel nodded.

“Are any of the crew - the service personnel - required to work tomorrow?” I knew I had the day free, but I didn’t know if everyone did.

“There is no business conducted the day after the annual party. It’s usually a very late night and everyone has been....er..... busy. They need time to recover.” Mistress Anrey said.

“Well, you might think this is crazy but why not let everybody have free run of this place until tomorrow evening? For the most part everyone seems to enjoy what they do, they just want a few more freedoms. Allow them to let their hair down for the rest of the night and tomorrow. I’m certain that would be extremely popular.”

“If we did that they’d be jumping into bed with one another all day.”

I smiled. “I know” I said and I shrugged. I wanted to say ‘who cares’ but I thought that was going too far. I hoped my shrug conveyed my opinion.

“But this is supposed to be a reward for you, young man!”

“That would be reward enough. We’re a team, aren’t we? A crew? Besides, I can’t think of anything I want.” I said. I grinned, “Maybe ask me again in two days?” Master laughed at that.

Pavel looked at me intensely. I was trying to work out whether he was incensed at such a stupid suggestion or what. He looked up at the ceiling, thinking. He seemed to reach a decision. He turned and walked away, calling “well, come on then” over his shoulder.

We walked to the ballroom where everybody was gathered. The crew was on one side of the room, and other workers like the runners were in their own little groups. As we came into the room everybody stood. I seemed to be getting a lot of odd looks which was unnerving.

Pavel climbed onto the stage to address everyone.

“Attention please” he said, and the room fell silent instantly. These people might have played around a little for any of the others, but for the boss they would shut up right away. “Tonight has been a tremendous success. Thank you.” There was some light applause and some cheering that quickly died away. I looked around and saw some curious expressions. I guessed that these people were not often thanked for their work.

“I am sure that by now you are all aware that there was an incident tonight. One of our people was attacked and injured by a client. Let us be clear, this was a serious matter and we are convinced that the person’s life was in danger.” There was a flurry of whispering that died away quickly. This was confirmation of the rumour.

“I am pleased to inform you that our young courier has received medical care and will make a full recovery. I will also share with you that I have….. withdrawn client privileges from the person responsible.” There were more whispers, louder this time and it took longer to return to silence. I guessed that most of this was highly unusual. Did Pavel ever fire a client? I guessed not.

“We were able to prevent any further injury or loss of life through the actions of one of our service personnel. Number Sixteen acted with bravery and fought off the client at great personal risk to himself. As a result I have offered Sixteen a reward. He suggested that I allow you all to have free rein of this house until tomorrow evening.” There was noise from the crowd now. I was receiving even more glances and stares and people were discussing me. I could hear it. Pavel cleared his throat and the room was soon quiet once more.

I wondered if people were talking about me because they knew it wasn’t just me. I felt bad that TT wasn’t being recognised too and I couldn’t allow people to think that I wanted all the credit. I didn’t want any credit at all, honestly. I threw caution to the wind and I spoke up before Pavel could speak again.

“I just want to say” I said as loudly as I could, my voice breaking a little. “I wanted to say that it wasn’t just me. TT - Twenty Two - he was there too and he deserves as much credit as anyone. But we weren’t brave. We just did what we thought was right”. I flushed a hot red as all eyes were now on me.

TT stepped forward out of the crowd. He was bright red too, but it didn’t stop him. He grinned through his embarrassment and called out “I was there, but I was rubbish.” There were some giggles from the crowd. “All I could do was run away. Sixteen went up against the Prince. Fought him off single-handed with a fire poker, if you can believe that! He’s the hero, not me!” He winked at me, still grinning in my direction. I gave him an evil look.

The noise in the hall rose to new levels. While most knew some of the information, it seems that almost nobody knew that the Prince had been involved. Everyone here had heard stories about the Prince. He was not a popular client, to say the least.

Master climbed onto the stage. “Shut up” he said. He didn’t have to shout. It seemed that they’d be quite for Pavel, but they would fall silent immediately for Master Johns the Enforcer. I guessed his reputation gave him status here. I smiled at that.

Pavel and Master whispered to one another, then Master spoke. “Thank you, TT” he said. He was so cool. Nobody else would have called him TT. Just Master. “Sixteen is correct. You both did an amazing job holding off a big, tough bastard. That former client will not be troubling any of us again.”

There was another buzz in the room. People were making all sorts of assumptions about that statement and I remembered the state of Master’s knuckles. I got a cold shiver up the back of my neck. I remembered the look on Master’s face and I figured he was capable of anything.

Master cleared his throat and the room was silent once more. “You are a noisy lot..... The point is, we’re going to honour Sixteen’s suggestion. You will have liberty in this place until 7pm tomorrow evening. Have fun, let your hair down, and we’ll even let you have a drink. But be warned! You must be ready to leave here and in good condition - that means sober! - at 7pm sharp, or else. Oh, and don’t break anything.”

Master stopped and looked around. There was a stunned silence. I wondered if this group have been given this level of freedom ever before.

One of the older girls stepped forward. “Please, Master” she said. “When you say we have liberty......”

Master interrupted. “I mean what I say. I mean if you want to finally get with Thirty One, you’re free to do so. If you want a beer you can have one. Just don’t go nuts and be sober and ready to leave at 7pm. Clear enough for you, Silky Seven?”

Seven flushed red and nodded. I smiled. It was just like Master to know exactly what was going on with all of these people. I’d have to find out which boy was Thirty One. Or girl, I thought.

Suddenly there was a huge cheer. Realisation had set in and everyone, without exception, was in the mood to continue the party despite the fact that it was now long past 3 in the morning. There were random shouts of “thank you” in my direction and whistles and clapping. I just smiled. I was tired.

Master appeared at my side. “Pavel says ‘thank you’” he said. “He’s happy, he just won’t show it here”.

I shrugged. “It’s ok” I said. “I was just trying to be helpful. I’m glad he’s happy.”

TT came over. Master told me he’d catch up with me later and left us alone. TT hugged me. “Damn good job there, Golden!” He said. “But I can’t call you that any more”.

I looked at him quizzically. “Why not?” I asked.

“It was decided earlier. Your nickname, I mean.”

“Oh?” I said. “I thought I was just Sixteen? Or Golden Cunt?” I grinned and TT grinned back.

“Well Eighteen will probably still call you that. He does his own thing in case you hadn’t realised. To everyone else you’re Blue.”

“Blue ?”

“Yeah, on account of your eyes. That’s what everyone thinks of when they think of you. Those big shiny blue eyes. You must know that?” He asked, seeing the look of surprise on my face.

“No, I didn’t!” I said. “So how did that get decided?” I asked.

“Usual way. We voted. It was my suggestion!” He said with a triumphant smile. “To be honest, after convincing the boss to reward us all, you’re status around here will be legendary. This has never happened before. We’ve even agreed to a truce with the runners after what you did! Seems things are changing. You have a habit of changing things for the better.” He looked at me with glass eyes. “I like that about you, y’know?”

I smiled at him. “You’re a big softie! How did you ever get to be a red?” I said and I laughed. We stood just looking around for a minute or two. We both watched as one of the crew went over to a table of runners and enticed one of them away.

“I’m pretty sure a few of them will broaden their horizons tonight.” Said TT. “Most of them are a bit young but I guess they’re old enough to make their own minds up.”

I laughed. “I’m glad it all worked out. I thought I was in deep trouble for hitting that guy. Look, you stick around and party. I can see you want to. I think I’m off to bed. I’m tired. Don’t worry about waking me if you come up later. It’s all good!” I said. He tried to convince me to stay, but I didn’t want to be the centre of attention and the idea that I would be free in a day’s time had started to press on my mind. I just wasn’t good company right now.

TT wasn’t happy about it, but he let me go. I made my way back to my room avoiding the crowds as much as I could. By the time I got there I was moping. I’d managed to get myself to the point where I might actually be popular, I had a friend or two, and I felt content. I figured it would be just my luck if it was all ripped away, and then I’d be back to..... who knew what?

I got undressed and let the kilt and other items fall to the ground. I cleaned myself up, put on a pair of comfortable joggers and a t-shirt and slumped on the bed. I had intended to see if there was something on TV so that I could just chill out for a bit, but I drifted off to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. The emotion of the day had worn me out more than the men had.

To be continued.....