"Here is Jamie, gentlemen."
He was perhaps a young 15, still smooth skinned, fair haired, blue-eyes, slender. His captor had a secret on him. Jamie's way to freedom from exposure was a night doing what his captor ordered. He knew his captor's predilections. He was not surprised at the audience of middle-aged, suited businessmen, six of them beside his captor, gathered in the motel bedroom as he was taken out of the bathroom and paraded before them. But he was shy - and apprehensive - and completely inexperienced. A good and studious boy to all who knew him.
"As you can see, I have him dressed in blue denim jeans."
And not much else. Bare-chest. Barefoot. Just his jeans and the shorts beneath.
"Who likes denim?"
A hand was raised.
"He's yours. Go to him Jamie."
Jamie advanced to the man, who was sitting on an armless bedroom chair.
"Bend over my knees," the man instructed, "and part your legs a little."
A hand inserted itself between his legs, squeezed his balls gently, then slid up onto his arse, stroking and squeezing it over the denim. The other arm brushed along his spine.
SMACK!
A hand came down hard on the seat of his arse. The motion repeated, ten times, so that he was stinging. He became aware that the man had his dick out, rubbing against his bare skin just above his trouser belt. The man's hand started to probe between his legs again. A jet of warm cum flooded onto his lower back. The man rubbed it into his skin.
"Back into the bathroom," his captor ordered, following him there and giving him a pair of short, grey, school shorts to put on. They returned to the room. "Who likes little boys in school shorts?" his captor asked. Two men raised their hands. "Go to them."
Jamie went to the two men, where they sat, together, on the bed. They had him stand in front and between them and started to feel his shorts all over, front, back, then up his trouser legs and under his underpants so they had their hands on his dick and arse. They were in ecstasy, kissing his tits and licking his stomach and chest. Jamie went utterly hard.
One of the two grabbed Jamie by the belt and hauled him between his legs and across one thigh. The two men took it in turns to spank him, hard. One man came over the seat of his shorts, the other came underneath him, onto his stomach.
Jamie was taken back to the bathroom and given some white sports shorts. He returned with his captor. "Who else likes little boys in shorts?" he asked. Two more men put up their hands.
"Then I have a surprise for you," his captor said. He went to a door which communicated with a neighbouring bedroom and led in a younger boy, perhaps aged 13, stocky, black haired, olive skinned, dressed also just in white shorts. "This is Kevin, Jamie," he said. "Play with his body like the men played with yours."
Kevin did not resist though he looked very embarrassed. Jamie felt the front of his shorts and stroked his little butt: he could feel the boy's dick expanding. "Feel up his shorts," his captor ordered. He felt the boy's hard little dick and smooth arse. "Good," his captor said, "Now take Kevin to all the men and let them feel him and you."
The men were now rapidly stripping off. Soon they also had Jamie and Kevin balls naked, their hands wandering all over the boys' bodies.
"Right," the captor ordered, "Kevin, kneel on the bed head down, knees apart."
Kevin did this, flaring his little arsehole in the process. "Feel his arsehole," the captor ordered Jamie. Jamie felt the young boy's sphincter.
"Jamie needs a spanking for being so disgusting," the captor said. "Jamie, kneel on the bed over the top of Kevin's back with your dick on his buttocks. OK guys, smack Jamie's arse."
The smacking caused Jamie's _c_o_c_k_ to rub against the top of Jamie's buttocks until finally he came, his come running down Kevin's cleft.
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