The whoring out of a boy

The light that gleamed on the water was moving like a snake, captivating his mind, going around his neck. His heartbeat was slow ; he felt he was floating. There was only silence, the infinity of his body moving in the warmness of the black emptiness. The sweet water caressing his skin, making him serene. 

The warmth left his body when he was pulled out the sunken bathtub, water dripping off his face, off his naked body. Hands were grasping his shoulders so he would sit on his bottom, legs bent along his thighs on the watertight waxed wood. He opened his eyes when a hand grabbed his chin ; a dark man was looking at him, or to be precise, his hair, which were cut again so the imperfections went away. He felt small, vulnerable, at that moment. They were looking at him, touching him as if he was a pet. He had always been smaller than the guys his age, weaker although he tried to compensate that with lifting weights. 

The man in front of him pressed his shoulder down so he would bent forward as another man behind him made his butt go upward with fingers on his perimum and the left hand on his butt. His head was almost against the floor, while his bum was in the air, accessible. The man behind him probed around his anus, making him shiver. His round cheeks’ arse were squeezed apart, a thumb pressing against his cleaned arsehole. The boy had been trimmed so there was no hair anywhere on his body apart from on his head. He was so smooth that the hand slid on his skin as well as on water. Neck pinned down, all his body parts were inspected : his armpit, his pubis, his his balls, his penis, his arse. He felt the hands pass through his open ass crack, slipping on his hairless skin ; they slowly passed everywhere. The boy felt like he had no control over his body. 

He felt so helpless ; they could do anything to him. He was exposed ; He yelped when his sleek sack was grasped in one hand but he couldn’t do anything to defend himself since he was held down.  The man behind him moved back a little so he could appreciate what he had just done : water drops made the boy’s skin gleam in the light coming from out the bay window, his pretty body pulsating all at once.

The man in front of him grabbed his chin and lifted up his head ; almond eyes, mellow lips that weren’t thin nor thick, slender cheeks that led to a slightly bow-shaped mouth. Adorable boy. He looked so pretty, vulnerable, with his soft bum up exposed with his penis hanging between his thighs, his pounding chest against the floor trying to breath. He passed a hand on his shaved head ; the boy purred, recalling the last instance, but stopped right away when he noticed three man looking through the bay window.

Did the men on the outside really see him in these awful positions ? He cringed. They could see every single part of his displayed self. What a humiliation. He wanted to cover himself up, but the guards gave him nothing to wear. 

The man that held him by the chin grabbed him under his arm and lifted him up on his feet. While they were drying him, still very pervasive, he took a glance at the men behind the Bay Window. There was three of them, all very different from one another. One of them was around his twenty, the other two were in their forties surely. They were wearing the same clean suit, as black as coal. Zachary noticed they were talking, still looking at him. Who were they ? Why were they there ? So much question, but so little answers. One of the men suddenly grabbed his jaw. Did he do anything wrong ? 

No, he didn’t. The man was looking at his face, not at him. After a bit, the man let go of him, before leading him to the exit of the room. After they passed a corridor, some stairs going downwards, and another corridor, they led him to what seemed a small bedroom, if he could call it that ; there was only a small mattress laying on the floor with no cover.

"You sleep, you eat, you wait here." One of the man behind him told him.

With no further explanation, they closed the door ; there was no handle on his side of the door. He couldn’t get out. His eyes went all around the room for an exit, but it all amounted to nothing. He covered his eyes with his hands.

Everything was so confusing ; he wanted to be free from the debts, the pression. He wanted Serpent to give him the freedom he had always sought. What was happening ? Why was he stripped naked and trimmed ? How did it accomplishing anything in freeing him ? 

He felt like they took advantage of his helplessness. The way the man in the scenery made him feel, it was too much for him to bear. No, he didn’t want anybody to touch him like that ever again. The thought of hands sliding in between his butt cheeks, toying with his genitals, treating him as if he was just smooth meat on bones, was enough no make him hide in the corner of the small room, the farthest from the door. He put his arms around his bent legs, his knees against his chest. The metal floor felt cold against his bare skin, although the place made his whole body watery after a while.
He recalled the warmth, the warmth of an embrace. The hands in his hair, on his chest, his shoulder. The hands fondling his forehead, the skin around his ears, his neck. The large hands covering him made him feel loved. His muscles loosened at these thoughts. The arms that held him tight, safe against everything, he wanted to feel them again. The unknown was before him and he did not want to fight it. But before he could worry again, he passed out.

* * *

A thud resonated in his ear, waking him up with an empty stomach. After squeezing his eyes, he noticed a metal tray on the ground, a bowl of soup and water on it. He crawled to it, and without thinking much, he took his first sip ; it was bitter and absolutely tasteless. He let out a groan, but forced himself to eat it all. He drank a much of the fresh water, but he also poured it on his chest ; it was so hot in here. 

Suddenly, a lock was undone, and the door opened on two tall men that resembled the one that trimmed him. What are they going to do to him ? Before he could run back to his corner, one of the bloke took him and lifted him up on his feet, before almost throwing him in the corridor. The men hemmed Zachary in as he covered his glabrous genitals. He would have given anything to have at least one piece of clothe. They started walking.

Along the walls, he noticed there were other doors like the one one of his room ; where there other people like him, waiting to be grabbed and thrown out like him ? 

He was pushed forward and led, after many hallways and stairs going downwards, to another place. When they passed the juncture of another corridor, Zachary discerned a rather strange thing in the distance. When they got near, what he thought he saw was confirmed : a gate. A black metallic gate that ended with spikes the boy hoped would never impale him. The man behind him gave a key to his fellow who then opened the gate. Behind it was a big luxurious bedroom he was soon propelled in by hands on his shoulder. When he was in, they locked the gate and left. Where was he ? 

They was a large round bed in the middle of the bedroom, covered with a feathery white blanket. There were statues made of black granite in niches along the four walls ; they were not animals, though. They were human faces. Male faces. 

It intrigued him. There were also dark gray cupboards on all walls as well as black synthetic greenery. The floor was made of gray slippery wood. 

All of the sudden, a black man came in through a hidden door that was almost insociable.

The stud was surprised to see the boy in his bedroom at this late hour. The stripling was all naked, his hand hiding his genitals, looking away in humiliation. The boy was short, around five feet four, but he wasn’t thin nor was he very muscular or fat, although the muscles of his arms and his chest were a bit defined. He was tanned a tad, maybe from the hours out of school under the sun, which maybe led to his current situation. 

He approached the timorous boy who seemed to tense up as he came to him, the boy’s bare chest pounding. 

"You don’t need to hide yourself with me," referring to the lad’s hidden privates. "I can see you’ve been trimmed." He added when he saw the boy’s shaved pubic hair, sack and backside, as well as his legs and his armpits. 

The boy avoided the man’s sigh. He was wary. 

"You weren’t afraid yesterday." 

His face lit up when he heard that ; he was the man that made him feel so easy the day before. He quivered at the memory of him being so vulnerable under the roughness of the man’s hands on his thights and penis.

"I’m sorry I was so hard on you. I assure you it won’t happen again."

From where he were, he could appreciate the lad’s curves ; his chest going forward as he breathed, his back falling in mere arch. His round butt made such a sweet curve, hairless and glossy. 

"So it’s going to happen again ?" 

The man looked at his face, a pretty one ; He had downward arching lips, like a bow. The boy frowned, which made him look adorable. He had adolescent features, although his face was somewhat round with a hardly squarish jaw. He looked confused, covered in sweat from the heat in his small room. 

"Only if you want it to happen, but I know you came here for that."

"I didn’t get here to do..." he searched for the good words, "to do that kind of things !" 

He sighed, looking down at his feet. 

"I just wanted to forget."

The bloke sat down on the bed.

"Don’t lie to me. Tell me what you felt yesterday didn’t make you forget."

Zachary squirmed, his left hand rubbing his right arm. 

"Tell me you didn’t feel free. Tell me your problems did not go away for a moment."

"No..." the boy tried to convince himself, "I don’t want to be ...to be..."

The man took Zachary’s hands in his, looking right into his eyes.

"I know you are used to the hard life. Everything outside his so hard, so rough. But you don’t see it the way it really is. To feel good and free is nothing to be ashamed of."

The lad winced.

"I feel like a whore."

"No, don’t. Remember what Serpent told you : humankind is now full of hatred for its kind. Abandoning oneself to freedom is not an act of sin. It’s reconnecting with your most natural instinct. The one that make a species survive. The one that, for a moment, make you crazy with joy."

His veiny hand caressed Zachary’s cheek.

"What if you always felt that way, Zachary ? What if you always felt joy, happiness, excitation ?"

He paused 

"What if you always felt protected and secure ?"

The boy looked back in his coal black eyes. He took a big inhalation, a long exhalation, and asked: 

"What’s your name ?"

The man smiled before he enclosed the boy’s hips in his embrase, driving his nude body closer. He grabbed Zachary’s right thigh with tenderness, leading it over his own ; then, he put the other soft leg over his other thigh. The boy was led to sit on the man’s lap, his chest against the man’s, his penis leaning up against the man’s stomach. His arms were hanging behind his thighs, his head laying against his upper-chest. He felt very exposed, but he had to accept it.

He felt hands, the same warm hands go up and down his back ; he felt a tingling sensation through his whole body. His muscles relaxed again. They were so comforting, as if the heat of the palms went through his every pore and went to his neck, slightly pressing onto his nerves. His neck was rubbed, massaged ; it made him feel so good and appeased he couldn’t believe it. His head was petted, a large hand passed in his very short hair ; it made him shudder with excitation. His breath was slow, at ease. His eyes were half-closed. His mind was numb. Why wouldn’t it be ? He was safe, in these big arms. He had nothing to worry about.

A hand grabbed the base of his penis, lifting it back onto the boy’s belly. He looked down, lips slightly open in fuzziness. His back slightly arched as a reflex so his bum went a tad back. The other hand slid down his sweaty skin ; it moved smoothly on his neck, his thumping chest, his oily belly. It moved down his held back penis, down his inner thigh, against his hairless sack. A sole finger went up his open bum, in the crack of his round cheeks. The fingertip then made slow circles around his tiny anus. The boy had no room for shame ; he was open wide to the man. it was degrading that his features were toyed with in that way, but these feelings of mistrust belonged in the past. He knew he was vulnerable, his most unprotected, defenseless, sensible parts of his exposed body probed and possessed. He gave up his power over his tender body. It was too much for him to own. 

The finger stopped making circling around his humid anus ; its tip poked it. The boy opened his mouth full of saliva, his penis grew larger and longer, still held by one finger against his belly. His bum wavered at the feeling of his anus being probed again and again, never stopping. It went back, it went forth. 

To the man, it was adorable seeing the lad try to feel it more. His face was so pretty, gleaming in the light. His down turned lips looked so red and watery suddenly. His eyebrows angled upwards - he looked so clueless and endearing. His bum helplessly went back and forth for more sensations on his probed anus. He got more sensations in his erected penis when the man started to jack him off with roughness. At that moment, he entered his tight hole with the tip of his finger. The boy went crazy. His open ass went abruptly to and fro as his hole was explored and as his dick was beaten hard. The pleasure he felt took over all his senses. He panted, he moaned with a raw voice. His chest and his abs contracted violently. The hand squeezed his penis tight in its grasp, beating it with violence and lust as he felt the index go forward and go back in its tight hole, possessing his penetrated anus, his dick, his squishy ass, thigh, sack. He was explored, owned by the man through his most private places that were not private anymore. He moaned again as the finger formed a hook in his hole, sending a wave of unknown pleasure throughout his flesh. 

The man looked at the boy ; he was covered in sweat everywhere. He was smooth, squishy. The lad was hooked on him ; he had visibly no control over his own body. He owned him. He owned his pretty face, his round chest, his throbbing penis, his tight, tiny, mushy anus. He was a fucking sexy piece of meat. 

The boy suddenly came, moaning deeply like he had never done before. He leaned backwards, his throbbing dick shooting lots of cum on his tummy. The man got his finger out his hole, rubbing it before keeping the boy’s arms behind his back ; arms were to fight, so he didn’t need his at that moment. From his dickhole leaked a good deal of semen, streaming down his penis, his inner thighs. The white fluid coursed in between his open ass cheeks, a thread of cum going to his pulsating anus. The cum dripped on the floor from his small annular piece of flesh.

Zachary’s mind was groggy, although he felt every single sensation. His chest was thudding, his back was arching. The man pulled him closer, his penis pushed against his own belly. 

Had its mind been clear, the boy would’ve felt degraded. The man knew what the pretty thing was too naive to see ; it was his fleshly toy, his holes, his meat. He squashed its yummy thighs in his large hands. The abused pet looked in his eyes. The view of its tormented gleaming body against his own clothed body was quite the treat. A wave of excitement went through his own shaft, but he had to wait. He didn’t want to scare it away. 

The boy felt the man’s shaft through his pants poking his anus ; even though it was menacing, he had to welcome the sensations, giving himself up to them. He had to free himself from this mistrust. That is what held him back from opening himself up to freedom. Nothing was hurting him, here, so why bother ? He sighed when he felt a hand rub in between his bum cheeks. They were there to make him feel good, to make him feel free. It was a gift, a gift had to welcome with open arms. 

His penis still leaking with cum, throbbing with excitation, the man drew circles around his anus, teasing his panting body while he passed fingers in his hair, on his neck, making him purr with pleasure. Then, his went in his pocket, stopping the feelings. It was frustrating. The man took his hand out and jiggled a small thing stuck between his thumb and his index near his eyes ; a transparent pill. What was it ? The man inserted his other fingers in his open mouth and pulled his tongue out. He then put the pill on his it and poke it back in.

The boy swallowed it. At first, he didn’t feel anything, but he started to feel very good. He was in esctasy, his asshole rubbing his bulge, his lips open ; his tongue was slightly stick out. The man knew the boy had never felt so good in his entire life. He petted it in its hair. It was adorable, truly. It was all his. The pretty pet was all his for this moment but the man didn’t want to lose his hold on it. 

"My name is Gabriel." He murmured to its ear.