The Lost Boys Emporium

Mitch counted down from three and pulled the sheet off the huge mirror. Everyone held their breath as I turned to look at myself. I stared at myself for maybe ten seconds.

And then I cried.

I couldn’t stop my bottom lip from wobbling, nor the tears from falling, and eventually I couldn’t stop the sobbing.

Mitch looked at me with knowing eyes. He stepped in and pulled my head onto his shoulder and he held me tight. Billy stepped up and joined us and they held me in silence as I cried myself out.

Seeing myself in that mirror, seeing the new me, the stark contrast between the kid from the streets and this new suave character in the expensive clothes looking groomed and hot…… it was too much.

The Day Before

After Mistress Anrey had stalked away, Billy and Mitch started to hatch a plan to educated me. They began a conversation about me, around me, while completely ignoring the fact that I was right there.

“We gotta get his style right” Billy said.

“Max?” Mitch asked, and Billy nodded.

“Yeah, this is a Max level problem” he said. “But we’ll have to work with him, you know….. see what he likes.”

“Yes. We need help. Blue help or Pink help?”

“I say both. We need to attack this from both sides of the equation.”

“What about Juliano and Tristan? You’re enough Pink, and Juliano is a clothes horse. He’s about the right size, too.”

Billy and Mitch stepped back, sized me up, and smiled at one another. “Oh yes,” Billy had said. “You hit the nail on the head. Juliano. And then maybe Tristan will play customer. He likes dark haired boys. He likes skinny, too.”

Mitch had grinned. “Yes. I might help with that. I was there first after all. And I have still have tickets to this ride.”

Billy had giggled. “I might join in too. Maybe when you’re done with Aidan you can tie me down and spank me.”

“Billy, focus! This is about the initiation of a new Lost Boy, not getting you off!” Mitch had said, turning bossy. “Aiden, you sit right here and wait for us. Don’t move. Billy, you go find Tristan and I’ll find Juliano.”

And they both hurried off. Long minutes passed before one of the runners appeared by my side and instructed me to follow. The young lad led me to a very swanky hallway where others were gathering outside some double doors. Billy was there already with a tall, heavily muscled guy. He looked like a Roman demigod or something. Mitch was there too with a tall, athletic guy.

As I approached Mitch banged on the double doors.

“We’re closed.” Came a voice shouted from within.

Mitch banged again. “It’s an emergency!” He yelled back.

One of the doors opened slightly and a small man poked his nose out. “What the hell is a style emergency?” He asked. Mitch nodded toward me. The small man stuck his head out of the door and looked at me. He raised his eyebrows. “Oh, I see.” He said. He swung both doors wide open. “You’d better come in.”

We all entered the very large room. It was filled with mannequins of expensive clothes, jewellery, and other items. There were pictures on the walls of hairstyles, tattoos, and makeup styles. Elsewhere there were ropes, harnesses, and all manner of items that I assumed were related to sex, but I wasn’t entirely sure. I stood a few steps into the room with my mouth open.

“Where did you find this one?” The man asked.

“He’s a new potential Lost Boy. Master Connor collected him. He’s been out there for a very long time Max. He needs help.”

“I can see that.” The man said. “Still…….” He wandered over to me and walked around me, sizing me up. He prodded and poked me, gripping my arms and shoulders, taking hold of my chin and moving my head around. “Still…… he’s good raw material.” He stopped in front of me and looked me in the eyes. He called over his shoulder at Mitch. “So, what do you want and who’s covering the cost?”

Suddenly I felt bad. I had no way of covering the cost of anything, much less designer outfits. I was about to speak when the muscled young man spoke. His voice was like a deep rumble and it gave me goosebumps. “We’ll all chip in, Max. He’s covered. Besides, if he’s good and he stays, he’ll be back for more. You know that. So, I’m gonna be expecting your very best discount.”

Max turned and looked over at the demigod. He nodded. “Yes, I supposed that’s fair. I can let him have some credit at my risk. Alright, let me think on it. Be back here at 10.30 tomorrow morning. That’ll give me time to get myself organised and do a little research on the potential Lost Boy.” He said, with an emphasis on the word ‘potential’ that I couldn’t miss.

“Awesome, thanks Max!” Said Mitch. “You need anything from us? You know, ideas or suggestions……?”

Max tipped his head back and laughed. “Young man, I do not. I am quite capable of restyling this boy without your so-called tips. Now, get lost, all of you. We’re closed.”

We left Max’s room and I followed the group as they headed back to the room I had been using, Mitch leading us all. When we got to the room, we all sat on the bed. Mitch paced up and down in front of us.

“Okay….. so tomorrow we’ll get the styling sorted. Don’t worry about cost, Aidan. We’ll handle all that. Just make sure you’re comfortable with whatever Max comes up with.” He looked at me for acknowledgement. I nodded.

“Good. Now, the day after tomorrow you have a beta list client. That’s a client who’s not on the regular client list, but who gets a chance at booking us when there has been a cancelation or whatever.”

“That’s not quite right” said the tall, handsome guy. “A beta-lister is someone who wants to become a regular. The way to think of it is that a regular is like a club member. They can book us at any time. The company knows they can pay, that they’re clean, that they know the rules, all that stuff. A beta-lister is someone who wants to be a club member but they haven’t proven themselves yet. That’s usually about the person’s financial situation. Sometimes it’s about trust. Most beta-listers don’t have any real chance of getting membership, but the company uses them to fill any gaps and occasionally to try out new crew. They’re usually on their very best behaviour. They’re considered an easy lay, you know?”

Mitch shrugged his shoulders. “Thanks, Juliano, that’s what I said…. Anyway, you’re booked in with a beta the day after tomorrow. We need to get you educated on how to act with a client.”

Juliano and Tristan - the muscled guy - looked at one another knowingly. “I guess that’s what we’re here for?” Asked Tristan in that deep, powerful voice of his.

Mitch grinned. “Yeah. I figured if anyone could help young Aidan here, it’s you. I wondered if you’d maybe lend him some clothing, Juli, and maybe Tristan you could play client for us?”

Tristan looked around the room. He was obviously the oldest here and there was something about him that made me think he was the most experienced, too. He just had something about him. He nodded.

“Okay…..”

Mitch was about to speak, but Tristan interrupted. “You guys can all go.”

Mitch sputtered. “Go? What do you mean we can go?” He asked.

“The lad needs experience, right? Needs to know what it’ll be like with a client?” Mitch and Billy both nodded. I found myself nodding too. “Right then. He won’t have you lot holding his hand when he’s getting fucked by some wannabe club member, as Juli put it. So, you lot can go. I’ll play client tonight, and again tomorrow afternoon.”

Mitch looked like he wanted to say something, but Tristan spoke again. “You’ve done your part, Mitch. I’m not stealing him away from you, I’m doing what is needed. He doesn’t need Juli’s clothes, or you standing here watching. He needs as near to a client experience as we can make for him. So, I’ll come back at nine.” Tristan addressed me. “You know how to make yourself ready?” He asked.

I blushed. “Er….. yes.” I answered.

“Good. Then be ready at nine. I’ll knock on your door and from then on I’m your client. You’ll treat me as you think a client should be treated. The only difference between me and real client is that I’ll correct you as we go. Then tomorrow, after you’ve been styled up, we’ll do over and hopefully you’ll be ready. Right…?”

I nodded. To be honest, while I didn’t want to upset Mitch, Tristan’s approach seemed pretty good to me.

Tristan got up and made for the door. “I’ll see you later then” he said as he left. Juliano followed close behind, telling me he’d see me tomorrow and wishing me good luck.

Mitch and Billy exchanged glances. “That wasn’t quite what I had in mind” Mitch said to me.

I shrugged. “I guess it’s a good idea though….?” I said tentatively.

He smiled. “Yeah, it is. I guess I’m just jealous.” His smile turned to a broad grin and I couldn’t help but join in. “Will you be okay getting cleaned up?” He asked.

“I think so. I think I know what I’m doing.”

“And lube….. use a small amount and push it in. That’s your starting position, okay?”

“Got it!” I said.

“And…… and you’ll tell me how it went?” He asked.

I grinned again. “Every detail!” I said. “Tomorrow at breakfast?”

Mitchell grinned again too. “Yeah, sounds good. Okay. We’ll let you get on with it. You got this, okay?”

I nodded. Mitch and Billy made their way to the door. We hugged and they left, Billy muttering something about having an idea of what they could do for the rest of the evening. I hadn’t known Billy for very long, but I guessed I knew what he wanted.

I busied myself getting cleaned and showered. I tried to make myself as presentable as I could and I was careful to use some lube and not get it everywhere. I didn’t have much to wear, so I decided I would just put the white bathrobe on before I went to lie on the bed. I found I was nervous and the closer it got to nine, the more anxious I was.

- - - - - - - -

At precisely nine o’clock there was a loud knock on the door. I jumped off the bed, adjusted my robe and rushed to let Tristan in. As I opened the door I smiled and said “Hi, Tristan”.

Tristan frowned at me. “No. We’ll try that again. You have to greet me as ‘Sir’. I’m always ‘Sir’. Yes, Sir, No, Sir, three bags full Sir. Every time you talk, which should be minimal, it’s ‘Yes Sir’. Okay?” I nodded and he reached to take hold of the handle and closed the door. He immediately knocked again.

This time I opened the door and simply said “Sir.” I kept my face passive, no smiling, and waited for instructions.

Tristan grinned. “Way better. That’s exactly right.” I smiled briefly at the praise, but remembered myself quickly and brought myself back under control.

“Your name, boy?” Ask Tristan.

“Er….. Aiden, sir.” I replied, remembering to add ‘sir’ at the last minute.

Tristan nodded his approval again, but he didn’t break character. “Let’s go inside shall we?” I stood to one side and closed the door behind my pretend client.

Tristan went to stand in the middle of the room. He turned to face me, his hands on his hips. “Here, boy. On your knees.”

My eyes went wide. I wasn’t really sure what to expect, I guess, but this was moving quickly. I figured that’s exactly what a client would want, though. After all, who was going to pay to talk about the weather?

I approached Tristan and sunk immediately to my knees. I wasn’t stupid. I didn’t need any further instruction yet. I reached out and unfastened Tristan’s belt and pants and slowly pulled them down around his ankles. Next I took hold of the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled those down, too. Tristan had a large uncut cock. It was thicker at the base, tapering at the tip. It was dark and veiny. The head was bulbous and purple and he was already rock hard and standing out horizontally in front of him.

I took his cock in both hands and gently pulled his foreskin back, exposing all of the purple head. I closed my eyes and set about kissing, then licking the tip, and then finally engulfing him with my mouth. I was tentative at first, but this wasn’t my first blowjob and my recent experience with Mitch had opened my eyes to how good this could be. It wasn’t long before I was sucking precum from his pee hole and sliding the length of his cock along my tongue. I heard some appreciative moans, so I figured I wasn’t doing badly. I would have liked to take him in my throat, but I really didn’t feel ready for that yet. I settled for using my hands to touch and fondle and caress, while I sucked and licked the best way I knew how.

Eventually Tristan pulled away and gestured for me to stand. I was disappointed as I was really getting into it for the first time ever, but I could clearly see juices dribbling from his cock so I was pretty sure he had enjoyed it. He reached out with his hands and pushed my robe off my shoulders. It fell down, held at the waist by the belt and leaving my chest bare. He ran his thumbs over my nipples, pinching them just enough to make me flinch before he trailed his fingers down my stomach. It tickled and his touch made me shiver. He grasped the belt of the robe and tugged it, loosening it enough that the robe fell to the floor. He grasped my cock and scrotum, handling my junk in way that was almost like a medical examination.

Satisfied, he turned me around. He touched my shoulders and traced a line down my spine. He ran his fingers down between my buttocks, sending goosebumps flashing across my body.

“Get up onto the bed now” he said, his voice even lower than usual and positively dripping with sexual energy. “Hands and knees, facing away from me”.

“Yes, sir” I said, and it came out as not much more than a whisper. I was feeling the sexual energy myself. And some nerves, too. Tristan’s touch was firm but electric. He was obviously well practiced in his role as a Blue. His expert touch combined with my anxiety was driving me crazy.

I climbed up onto the bed and got on my hands and knees facing away from my friendly client. I quickly decided I should show the goods, so I arched my back, stuck out my ass, and put my head down low. I felt slutty and I’ll be honest, it felt great.

Tristan’s hands were quickly on my ass cheeks, spreading me open. I felt cool air around my anus for just a second before his tongue was there. He licked me from my perineum to just above my hole in a single long, wet, hot pass. I moaned in delight. He tongue was firm and big and hot and it sent waves of pleasure through me. He did it again, and again, and each time I moaned involuntarily.

After each pass with his tongue he pushed his thumb into my crack, pushing against my ring and almost massaging the tension from me. After maybe eight or nine passes he pushed directly into my anus, pushing inside me to his thumb knuckle and then pulling out again. I was leaking precum by now. The sensations were intense.

I closed my eyes and let it happen, allowing myself to relax and enjoy these wonderful new sensations. My eyes went wide momentarily when Tristan brought his other thumb to play, pushing both of them inside me and pulling my ring open before repeating the ritual. After several long, erotic minutes he was able to push both thumbs inside me and run them around the inside of my ring, pulling me open and further lubricating my passage with his saliva.

Then his thumbs were gone and to my dismay, so was his tongue. For a few seconds my hole felt cold and exposed, until I felt the tip of his cock being run around my crack. It felt big. Big, and hot, and sticky. I heard Tristan spit and I sensed him coating his cock in his saliva before he lined himself up against my hole.

I took a deep breath. I knew what was coming and I think for the first time, even more so than with Mitch, I really wanted it. “Push back” he instructed. I arched my back as much as I could and I pushed back onto him.

His cock was so hard and he was so practiced at this that he needed no hands on me to steady me. He simply had me back onto him, to impale myself on him. I felt the head push through to my rectum, the feeling of slick skin on skin making me quiver. He flexed his own hips and thrust forward, pushing further and further into me. I whimpered and he made a growling sound in his throat.

We remained like that for a few minutes, me softly fucking backwards onto his cock while he thrust gently in time with me. It was slow, sensuous, breaking me in and relaxing my muscles.

Suddenly he pulled out. “On your back” he growled. I hastened to obey. I rolled over, my legs shaking as I pulled them back to expose myself. Tristan grasped my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed so that my ass was almost over the edge. He stood and grasped my erect penis. He stroked me a few times, making me take a sharp intake of breath as the pleasure built in my groin. He positioned his cock with his free hand and pushed the head back into me. He grasped my cock firmly as if it were a handle and he used that to pull himself into me.

Now he fucked me. I focussed on holding my legs behind my knees to keep them out of the way while Tristan flexed his hips and pounded his cock into me, all the while holding onto mine. The breath was pushed out of my lungs every time he lunged inside me and I had that sensation of my insides being rearranged to accommodate his size. It was another new sensation, kind of weird, but it was touching something in me that sent electric shocks throughout my body.

I was being properly fucked, so much so that I could barely keep hold of my own legs. My breathing was ragged, I was sweating, and I swear all of my muscles were shaking.

“I am going to cum in your mouth!” Tristan exclaimed. He thrust a few more times, pulled out and instructed me to quickly suck him. I moved as quickly as I could. I slid off the bed to my knees in front of him and I opened wide. He slid his cock along my tongue and he came immediately, shooting spurt after spurt of salty-sour juices down the back of my throat. I choked a little, but I managed to swallow and take it all, and then suck him dry. I’d never taken a cock in my mouth that had just been used to fuck someone and I was relieved to find that everything was pretty clean.

Tristan caressed the side of my face with his hand and then withdrew from my mouth. He quickly dressed and simply left, closing the door of the bedroom behind him. I remained on my knees, unable to move, my hole throbbing and the taste of cum in my mouth. I suddenly realised this is what would happen, mostly. The client would cum, and then leave. No cuddles, no small talk.

Maybe a minute went by and the door opened again. Tristan came back in. He was grinning. He helped me up onto the bed, propped me up against the headboard, then he leaned down and kissed me. He was a good kisser.

“You handled that far better than I expected” he said, his grin locked in place.

“I was okay?” I asked nervously, looking up at Tristan’s smiling face.

“More than okay.” Tristan placed his hand on my cheek. He winked at me, got up and grabbed my bathrobe from where it lay discarded on the carpet, and covered my body with it. It was a nice gesture.

“Listen to me” he said, that deep voice of his vibrating through me. “We don’t need another session. All you need is some practice with an actual client. Not that I wouldn’t say no to spending some time with you!” He laughed. “In fact, I’d love to spend some more time with you. You were…… unusually good, and I’ve got a lot of notches on my headboard if you know what I mean.” He winked again and I smiled. I loved the praise, loved that Tristan thought I was good despite my distinct lack of experience. I loved the idea we might do that again sometime, too.

“You need to get your style right. If you’ll take my advice, let Max go real modern on you. It’ll suit you and you’ll look fucking hot. Your dark hair, pale skin, almost hairless body……. Wow, yeah, there’s a modern emo thing going on there that people are gonna love.”

“Okay” I said. “Modern style…..let Max do what he wants. Got it. Anything else?”

“You need to remember to call your client Sir and you might chuck a few ‘yes sir’s’ in there when you’re instructed to do something. You should also think about how you might be a bit more……submissive. Not that you didn’t do as instructed, but the clients who’ll go for you want boyish looks and to feel like they’re taking your v-card, you know? So practice your innocent look. Half of ‘em will cum before you get their pants off.” He laughed again and I joined in.

“I can do that, at least. I had plenty of practice making big sad eyes at strangers when I was on the street.” I thought back to those days. They seemed like months ago when in reality in was hours.

“In that case, have some confidence in yourself. You might have come to all this late in life, but my god you’re a natural.” I grinned at that and he grinned back. He got a glint in his eye. “Now…..” He said as he leaned in for a kiss. “Now I’m now not in client-mode, it would be rude of me to leave without making sure you finish, too.” He kissed me again and began to run his hand underneath my robe and up my leg. I was hard as a rock long before he got to my cock.

Tristan rubbed my erection while we kissed. I felt like a teenager making out for the first time. I’d been well fucked and now my man had come back for some more, but it was my turn. When I was close he flung my robe back and wrapped his lips around my cock. He sucked me hard while he slid a finger into my still gaping boy pussy. My eyes rolled back in their sockets. In my mind I went from streetwise young man to submissive slut in about a second. Tristan really knew what he was doing and it took less than a minute to bring me off. I came hard and fast and Tristan sucked down every single drop.

My heart was racing as the last aftershock of my ejaculation died away. Tristan kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll leave you to get cleaned up and get some rest. Have fun with Max tomorrow and don’t fret about the cost. We take care of our own. When you’re all sorted, spend the time talking with people about their experiences. Take from us what you can and then be the confident, demure little slut that I know you want to be when your first client arrives. And then when you’re ready you come back and see me. I’ll show you some moves that’ll make your toes curl backwards!” He slapped my thigh gently and chuckled to himself as he got up and walked back over to the door. “There’s a company party tomorrow evening. I wasn’t going to go, but maybe we all should. Introduce you to some people and get you talking with them?” I nodded, encourage by the idea. “And I meant it,” he added. “Come see me sometime.” He winked and left, leaving me exhausted but very happy. My eyes closed and I dozed off there and then.

I was woken the next morning by Mitch, who had bounded into my room and dived onto my bed. The fact that I had remained asleep while he opened and closed the door is proof that I was beginning to acclimatise to this strange new way of life.

He kissed me several times all over my face. I was awake from the moment he hit the bed but I pretended to wake slowly.

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” He repeated, kissing me in between. He was like a kid on Christmas morning. “Come on, I need to hear EVERYTHING!” He sounded exasperated.

I couldn’t keep up the charade any longer. I giggled. I couldn’t hold it in any more. Mitch tickled me, furious that I was pretending to be asleep. As I wriggled around he found my buttock with a wandering hand and pinched me.

“Ow!” I said aloud. “That hurt!” And I pouted at him.

“Serves you right for toying with me” he said, ignoring my pout. He lay on top of the covers, on top of me. “Now spill, I want to know how it went!”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, okay…. I guess I owe you…..” I paused, collecting my thoughts. I told him everything, from the moment Tristan had knocked on the door, to being taken on my hands and knees, to what he’d said to me before he left. Mitch drank it all in, grinning, offering encouragement as I told my story.

“Oh my god! He said he’d like to see you again? Tristan is top rated, a really experienced blue. He must have been highly impressed if he wants a second helping.” Mitch looked me in the eyes and suddenly he kissed me long and slow. When he’d finished he said in a much quieter voice, “I knew you’d be good. Everything about you screams that you’re going to be the best pink this place has ever seen, I just know it! Maybe even better than Blue was……”

I snorted. From the stories I had heard, that would be quite some achievement. Blue’s candle may not have burned for long, but it had burned bright and hot. I studied Mitch, this guy who seemed to give so much without anything in return.

“You know, I owe you big time” I said, sincerely. “You’ve been wonderful and you don’t even know me, and I have nothing to give in return.” I wanted to say more, but I found I didn’t have the words.

Mitch smiled and for maybe the first time it was a genuine smile, not his usual impish grin or a smile brought on by sexual desire. “We look out for each other here. I was asked to show you the ropes and I owe it to the guy doing the asking to make a good job of it. Besides…. I like you. There’s something sweet about you. I don’t need or want anything in return. You’d do the same for me, I know you would.”

It was my turn to smile. I didn’t have much I could offer Mitch, but I had something I know he wanted. “Fancy helping me get a shower?” I asked and I wiggled my eyebrows at him.

Mitch laughed. He stopped, looked at me and laughed again. “You know you…..”

“I don’t have to” I interrupted him. “I’m not offering myself up because I feel I owe you. I mean I do feel that way….. but no. I’m finding that this sex thing is okay, you know…..? And I have some ground to make up!”

Mitch pushed his lips onto mine and we kissed passionately for the longest time. Mitch was a good kisser. There was something about laying in bed at this time of the morning, in expensive, comfortable bedding, while a hot guy kisses and touches you, that made me feel wonderful. I could still hardly believe that this could be my new life. I had a sudden pang of doubt. Mitch noticed that I was suddenly distracted and he pulled back.

“What’s up?” He asked.

“I just suddenly thought, I can only hold on to this….” I gestured around me. “If I don’t fuck up tomorrow. Just had a sudden realisation, that’s all.”

Mitchell grinned. “You won’t fuck up” he said. He rolled off me, took my hand and pulled me out of bed. I was naked still from last night and my cock was hard and leaking precum from the kissing. “But just in case, let’s practice!”

He pushed me to the bathroom and ran the shower, stopping to kiss me again at every opportunity. As steam started to come from the shower cubicle he pushed me in before stripping off quickly and stepping in beside me.

He sank to his knees and pushed me back against the wall underneath the shower head so that the flow of water was on the front of my head, my face, and my cock. Mitch wasted no time in taking me in his mouth. He expertly ran his tongue around the head of my dick and licked, sucked and fondled me as the hot water beat down. My eyes rolled back into my head with the pleasure of it.

Then he stood and we embraced, our hard penises pushed together as our lips met and our tongues explored one another’s mouths. His hand snaked around my hip and down to touch my bottom. As we kissed and touched, his finger probed around my hole and soon he was pushing at my entrance.

He broke the embrace, quickly grabbed some lotion from the counter next to the shower, and smeared a good amount around my hole. Then he fingered me. He dove in and wiggled his digit around while we returned to kissing and fencing with our cocks.

Mitch quickly went from one finger to two and before long he was stretching me out. It felt great, and Mitches touch was gentle.

“You ready?” He said between kisses.

“Yeah” I said softly.

He spun me around and pushed me so that I bent over against the wall, with the stream of shower water splashing down onto the small of my back. I felt his cock there immediately and he was already pushing and pushing and pushing, sliding into me and burying his entire shaft inside me. I moaned loudly. I hadn’t had a lot of experience, I knew, but that feeling was exquisite and all the more so knowing it was Mitch behind me.

“God, fuck me!” I said. That had come from nowhere but I admit I was desperate for him to really have me, to really give it to me hard.

Mitch muttered something about me not having to call him God, but he certainly responded. He pounding my hole with that cock of his, sending wave after wave of sexual heat through my entire body.

Mitch gripped my hips with both hands and he ramped up the thrusting. I was almost crying out with each thrust now, and each inward thrust really took my breath away. My hole felt hot, used, and I felt slutty and just awesome! The hot water flowing down between us added to the sensations and I suddenly realised that my cock was rock hard.

Mitch realised too. He was exploring with his hands and suddenly he had me in his grip. Every one of his thrusts sent my cock into his fist as he jerked me off with the same fury and intensity that he railed me. I could hardly breathe and I was perspiring even with the flow of the shower.

I cried out as I came, shooting my cum down to the cubicle floor in big sloppy wads. Mitch let go of my cock and fixed his hands back on my hips. He thrust and thrust and as I cried out one last time, so did he. He crumpled over onto my back, his hips still pushing his cock in and out of me, pumping his cum into my ass.

We both dropped in a heap on the shower floor, my legs no longer able to support me. I turned around to a sitting position, pulling my ass off his cock as I went. I noticed he wasn’t clean, hardly surprising really as I had just got out of bed, and I was momentarily mortified. He let the shower water wash over him and in a second everything was clean.

“If you’re going to have dirty unprepared sex, do it in the shower” he said with a smile. Suddenly it was okay and I stopped worrying. I guessed he knew what he was doing and if he didn’t mind, then why should I? He pulled me in for another kiss under the water. I felt exhausted and exhilarated all at once and I couldn’t stop grinning.

“Fuck, that was good!” I said. And I meant it. I hadn’t figured I would wake and be pounded by Mitch, but he could wake me up like that any time.

Mitch grinned too. He stood, held out a hand and helped me to me feet before embracing me yet again. “My friend, you’ll have your golden status in no time. You fuck like a pro and if you carry on like this, I could get real attached to you!”

He grabbed a sponge and some shower gel and set about washing us both. I just kinda stood there letting him apply the soap. I was trying hard not to read too much into that comment, but in this moment, in the afterglow of a good fuck, I felt I could get real attached to Mitch, too.

- - - - - - - -

Mitch and I knocked on Max’s door right on schedule. The door opened wide and and we both stepped through the portal together, only to find Max’s hand preventing Mitch from stepping across the threshold.

“While I appreciate your input, young Mitch, I suspect I will manage to style Aiden, here, without your help. You may go.”

Mitch made some protesting noises that never quite made it into words. “I said” Max spoke over Mitch’s protestations. “I said you may leave. You may be sure that I will fetch you and your gang when I have concluded my ministrations. Do we understand one another?”

Mitch saw there was no use in arguing. He threw me a smile and said “I’ll be back, okay?” before he left.

Max turned to me. He brought me into the centre of the room and looked me up and down as if studying me. After what felt like hours of him walking around me, pausing in a theatrically thoughtful expression and then pacing some more, he finally stopped and clapped his hands together twice. Two young men appeared as if from nowhere and a fourth older gentleman with an impressive main of salt-and-pepper gray hair and impeccably trimmed beard sauntered in from a side door.

“Young man, these are my assistants, Salim and Po,” he pointed to the two younger men, one of whom appeared to be of midde-eastern origin, while the other was clearly of Chinese decent. “This gentleman is my partner, Lumare, the light of my life” he smiled broadly and suddenly he seemed a far kinder, more likeable character.

“What have we here, Max? A young stray, I see. A pretty one, under all that hair and filth and….. I guess those are clothes…..?” He chuckled.

I was a bit put out. I was cleaner than I had ever been in my life and I thought I looked pretty hot in these new clothes, but apparently my style and level of cleanliness had little impact on Max and his partner Lumare.

“Right as usual, Lumare my love. A boy from the street, collected by our very own Master Connor. He has, I am told, lived his whole life in the gutter and now his heart is set on following in Master Jaimie’s footsteps.” He made a clicking noise with his tongue as he began to pace around me again. He picked up a measuring tape from a table as he orbited me. The two younger men stood back, side by side, patient. Lumare stood like a showman, his eyes boring into my soul.

I cleared my throat. I disliked being discussed while I was standing right there, but I found I was a little shy and nervous around these two men. Before I could speak Lumare spoke warmly. “He’s right, Max. We’re being dreadfully rude.”

Max stopped in front of me. He met my gaze and smiled, too. “You must forgive us, young man. You are intriguing to us and we have a habit of speaking to one another in this way. We do not mean to be thoughtless. Now, did you have any concept of the style you would prefer to adopt?”

I blushed from nowhere. “Well….. um……” I stuttered. “I….I am not exactly a follower of fashion…… you know, having lived on the street for so long……” I said, trying to make light of my predicament. “But Tristan, the other boy….er….man….. suggested that I go with a modern look. Maybe modern emo? He thought that would look good. “ I paused. “But…… but I don’t know anything about this stuff…..”

Lumare and Max exchanged glances and they both began to pace around me. “You know, Tristan is one of the few young men who actually has an eye for such things?” Max said.

“That he does.” Agreed Lumare. “And I was thinking something similar. I mean, look at this hair. Blue-black, I can work with that. And the frame of the face. Yes, I suspect with an appropriate wardrobe, the right styling of that mop he has growing up there…… some makeup around the eyes I think…..”

“Makeup?” I sputtered. Did boys wear makeup? I wasn’t sure. I had forgotten that Mitch wore eye makeup. I guess it suited him so much that I just put it out of my mind.

Max chuckled. “Oh yes, a little makeup around your eyes, something dark and mysterious but still handsome and maybe even pretty. Yes…..yes….. you’ll trust us young Aiden?”

I blushed again. “Y….yes….. of course!” I said, trying to sound more casual than I really felt. I was totally out of my depth here.

“Good.” There was a long pause. The room was silent and everyone stood totally still. Suddenly Max clapped his hands which made me jump. “Boys, cover the mirrors. Lumare my darling please get yourself set up as we’ll go hair first, I think. Aiden, you may strip! I’ll get the door!”

Max rushed to the door and moved the latch to lock it. Lumare hurried to a corner where he whipped the covers from a large barber chair, and the boys made short work of covering the mirrors in the room with large black sheets. I stood where I was, not sure what “strip” meant.

As Max came back over to me he raised an eyebrow. “Shy? Don’t understand English perhaps? I can’t style you from toes to tip until you’re out of those revolting things!”
I suddenly realised that Max wanted me naked. I blushed once more, annoyed with myself for continually turning red. But I was feeling shy, and with so many people in the room it felt odd to need to strip.

Max raised his eyebrow at me this time, if that’s even possible. I started to peel off my shirt, my jeans, and sneakers and socks. Finally I took a deep breath and, while Max stood to one side tapping his foot on the plush carpet, I slid my underwear down to my ankles.

Max took the gold wire-framed glasses that were hanging around his neck on a delicate gold chain and balanced them on the end of his nose. “Well well well” he said as he looked me up and down. I moved my hands to my front as I stood, naked, to cover myself. Max circled me once, then very gently reached out to unclasp my hands and move them to my sides. “Exquisite.” He said.

Lumare came over and took up his theatrical pose in front of me, one leg out on front of the other and his hands on his hips. “Max, my darling, he is indeed. Scruffy of course, and in need of a complete treatment, but my word what a specimen. I have not seen the like since Master Jaimie.”

Now I really blushed, my cheeks on fire and my neck glowing red.

“Don’t be embarrassed my boy. You have a wonderful asset here. Our job is to make it shine. What say you, Lumare? Style the hair then deal with the rest, or you want him clean first?”

Lumare struck a thoughtful pose. “I think you were right in your first assessment, Max. Let me have at that mop as I honestly can’t bear to look at it a moment longer. Then we’ll bathe the boy, a damn god scrub and skin treatment and possibly some threading and trimming, a full pedicure, manicure….. what a difference we shall make. Will you measure first, my darling?”

Max clicked his fingers. “Right you are, Lumare my love. While you attend to the boy’s hair and ablutions, I shall have one of the boys here fetch the necessary!”

In the twenty minutes that followed Max measured every inch of my body, aided and assisted by the two young men. There was something slightly erotic about it, being touched, positioned, and handled. At one point I started to get aroused. Max stepped into me, close, and took my cock and balls in a large, soft handful. “That can happen young man” he said to me in a quiet voice. “And you must not be embarrassed or ashamed. And believe me, I have seen all there is to see, so nothing that happens here today will surprise or shock me. In fact it will help if I can measure you in flagrante delicto, as we say. It will give me an understanding of what to expect at both ends of your….ah…spectrum. We understand each other?”

I nodded. Suddenly I felt much better about the touching and measuring and manoeuvring. I became fully erect as Max delicately measured my cock, and I remained at half-mast for most of the rest of the day.

Once measured Lumare sat me, still nude, in his barber’s chair. He sprayed sweetly scented water on my head and combed and snipped and hummed away to himself. I had no mirror so I had no idea what he was doing, but the act of someone else playing with my hair was soporific. I felt lazy and sleepy and my cares seemed to melt away.

Finally Lumare stepped back. He walked around me several times, reaching over to my head and adjusting before walking round again. Finally he stood in front of me in his signature pose. “My boy, it must be said that I am a genius. I have taken a tired and unkempt and unstyled mop of hair and created a masterpiece. Now, we must have you cleaned up.” He snapped his fingers and Po, the one remaining boy (as the other had been sent on a shopping errand). “Steam him, bathe him, scrub him to his very bones……. Trim him and nourish the skin. I will inspect when complete before I apply warpaint. Off you go!”

Po led me through a side door and down a short passageway to a door into another set of chambers. First I was placed in a steam room for what felt like ages. I was hot and perspiring like crazy when Po came to fetch me. Then he led me to a small, deep pool. I put a toe in the water and found it was freezing cold. I turned to say something, thinking this couldn’t be right. As I turned Po somehow pushed me in a such a way that I lost my grip and fell, feet first, into the freezing water. I came up sputtering and swearing to find Po smiling broadly. I climbed out quickly, shocked in every way.

Po led me to a table where lay me face down. He massaged me with firm, sure hands. He kneaded my buttocks, which was awesome, and then he trimmed or threaded any stray hairs. I wasn’t hairy, so that didn’t take long. He had me hold my buttocks so that he could inspect my hole, but apparently nothing needed to be done there. Then he turned me onto my back and he massaged and trimmed once more.

Finally he had me lay on my back with my legs spread wide. Po seemed to enjoy taking his time trimming and threading around my pubic area. Again, I wasn’t very hairy but he seemed to want things just right. I noticed he was smiling more now and his soft, small hands kept touching my penis, my scrotum, and my perineum until I was fully erect. He looked up and met my gaze as his hand took hold of my shaft and began to move up and down. I couldn’t believe it, but I guessed in this place anything could happen. I was madly horny and this boy’s touch has driven me almost crazy, so I lay my head back and closed my eyes.

As I did so, he brought his mouth to my cock. With one hand he slowly and ever so gently jerked me off while he licked and sucked the head of my cock as if it were an ice cream. He flicked his tongue into my pee hole, tasting my precum and driving me crazy. I knew I couldn’t last long. And I didn’t want to.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum” I warned. Po seemed to know. He took my cock in both hands and engulfed me with his mouth. I whimpered slightly as he sucked and licked, the vacuum of his mouth ready for me. Suddenly I was there, the point of no return. I felt a tingle in my groin and then a pulsing heat from the base of my shaft and then I came. I literally pumped cum. It might have been the most violent orgasm I had ever had. Po never moved, simply holding me, sucking me, and swallowing every drop of salty juices that I could pump into his mouth. As the aftershocks died away Po raised his head and looked me in the eye. He smiled and raised a finger to his lips. “Shhh” he whispered. I nodded slightly. I guess this was a service that Po offered independent of his master.

Then I was up again. Back in the steam room. Back in the plunge pool. Then a shower where Po scrubbed me. Then he dried me with a rough towel and applied a lotion over my entire body, making my skin feel and smell wonderful. He spent a while trimming and filing my fingernails and my toenails. Finally he led me back to Lumare, who paced around me, gazed at every part of me, and eventually declared “My word, it’s like a different person!”

Almost on cue Max and Salim came back into the room through another side door. They had armfuls of clothing.

In the hours the followed I tried on more clothes than I knew existed in the world. It was tiring and boring and by the time Max had decided, I was exhausted. That only left Lumare to paint my face and complete the styling of my hair. He told me he’d do this for me today and that tomorrow morning, if I came back, he would show me how to do it. He told me this would be my signature style and I should try to ensure I was always made up in this way.

I then dressed in the clothing that Max selected from the enormous pile he had set aside for me and stood back in the centre of the room.

Max and Lumar embraced. “My love, once again we have worked our magic!” Max said.

Lumar wiped a tear form his eyes. “Indeed my darling. I swear, young Aiden is the most beautiful of all the Lost Boys and I shall tell Master Jaimie myself if there’s any argument!” He declared.

At that point there was a loud knock on the door. Max jumped and called out in annoyance “Who is it? We’re closed!” There was no answer, just another series of loud knocks. Whoever was outside wanted in, and now.

Lumare stormed to the door. “I shall deal with this intrusion my love!” He growled. He flicked the latch and pulled the double door wide open. What started as a brusk display of annoyance quickly turned meek and mild.

“Master Jaimie…..” I heard him say in a small, thin voice. There was a chuckle, and a young man walked into the room. It was the guy from the bar. The boss. The young man I had mistaken for a barman.

Max turned suddenly obsequious. “Come in, come in, come in!” He said in a high pitched voice. “Always welcome….. always…..”

Jaimie nodded and waved with his hand, signalling “calm down” if not saying it. “I simply came to see how our new collection is faring. I know it’s quite daunting, arriving here.” He flashed his incredible azure eyes at me and he smiled a big, warm smile.

“I…. I’m ok….fine….great actually” I stammered.

Jaimie smiled again. “You certainly look the part now.” He said, nodding. “In fact, you look wonderful. I hope you feel wonderful. That’s important.” He said. I could only nod. I was having trouble forming words after our last meeting.

“I really owe you an apology.” He began.

I cut him off. “No…. No.... No” I said. “I should apologise. I mean, I just assumed, and it was wrong, and maybe even rude, and…..” It all came tumbling out of my mouth. Jamie smiled again and I found his smile infectious. He had a twinkle in his eye too, like he was having fun all the time. I stopped taking.

“Nope” he said. “You were nervous and out of your depth and I encouraged you to make certain assumptions so that I could get the information I wanted in a way that wasn’t clouded by you feeling like you had to show off to me. It was a little mean, but I hope you see the funny side. If it helps, I was impressed with you. For a young lad who has lived almost his entire life as a homeless castaway, you’re a well centred young man and….. there’s something about you.”

I nodded, my mouth hanging open.

He smiled again, a warm and affectionate smile. I think he winked at me, but I was in shock and I couldn’t be certain. “I see all is well” he said and he turned to leave. Before he reached the door he glanced back over his shoulder. “Now, Max,” he said. “You’ll send me the bill?”

Max, just a step behind the boss, stuttered something about “His friends…..” But Jaimie cut him off. “Send me the bill” he said, still gentle and polite and everything I had come to expect from this wonderful young man, but clearly an instruction.

“Master Jamie, of course, of course!” Max said.

As the door closed behind Jaimie, Max and Lumare breathed heavily and chuckled to one another. “My boy, they must have great things planned for you. A visit from Blue….? My word, it’s simply unheard of!” Max went on.

Lumare joined in “and not simply a visit. Master Jaimie insists on paying? Personally? Has there ever been such a thing?”

The two men went on a while, extolling the virtues of Master Jaimie and imaging the future that must surely be set down for me. Eventually they got over themselves and Max ordered Po and Salim to run and fetch Mitch, Tristan, Billy and Juliano.

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I composed myself.

Mitch gently took my hands away from my face and turned me to face the mirror again. And there I was, my dark hair close cropped at the sides with a long, stinky fringe hanging low over my eyes. My eyebrows trimmed. My skin pale and glowing. I was wearing tight-fitting black pants and a matching heavily styled black suit jacket, with a black open-neck silk shirt that shimmered in the light. I had a small black stone on a black leathern string around my neck, and I wore black basketball sneakers. My eyes were made up with a narrow line underneath and blacked out eyelids, and a black and green flare running to the temple on each side.

I figured I looked like something out of a trendy pop video. I hardly recognised myself. I loved it the look absolutely. I had never felt cool, but now I felt like a million dollars.

Had smeared my eye makeup slightly with my tears. Lumare stepped in and gently, silently tidied it up. “There” he said.

“I don’t know what to say…..” I started.

“My boy, there’s simply nothing to say.” Max replied. “Today was a rare pleasure for us. Now, I will have these clothes brought to your room and hung. You will come back tomorrow to see my love, Lumare, so that you can be instructed on how to fix your hair and face. We will no doubt see you around.”

I had a tear in my eye as I stepped forward and embraced Max. I had been a long and sometimes uncomfortable day, but I couldn’t believe what they had done with me.

“Now now now” he said as he pushed me back and brushed an imaginary speck of fluff form my shoulder. “Listen, young Aiden. That stone around your neck is a natural black onyx. Very rare. I didn’t simply choose that to match your hair, although it does, of course. It’s the symbol of strength, of positive energy. Legends say it will ward against evil, against dark feelings and emotions, and instil positivity and decisiveness. Take that as our gift to you and wear it always. If ever you feel your past creeping back into your soul, you hold this stone in your hand and you just remember who you are. Understood?”

I nodded. I didn’t trust my voice. It was a sweet gift. I loved the look of it already, but the meaning behind my pendant held a special significance and I was touched.

I turned to the others who were standing staring. Mitch grinned, and Billy did too. Juliano’s eyes narrowed and he nodded toward me. Finally Tristan winked at me and flared his nostrils in a way that left me in no doubt what he was thinking right now.

“Thanks….. thank so much. Everyone.” I said, a little shaky.

“Perhaps we shall see you at the party tonight?” Lumare said, expertly breaking the tension. “I shall look forward to it. Now, you young things can run along while we close up shop. It has been an exhausting day and I, for one, feel the need for a mint tea.”

Max and Lumare ushered us all through their doors. I said one final goodbye. Before turning with a broad grin to the others.

“I have never wanted to party as much as I do right now!” I said.

Everyone laughed. I was looking forward to tonight.

To be continued.....

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