"Looking for business?"
It was the third time Alan had walked past the dark-haired youngster outside the rail station. Surely, he had thought, this boy was too young to be available - perhaps 13, black hair quite long, brown skin, green eyes, blue jeans, red/black check shirt, white T-shirt, trainers.
"Do you want business?" The boy repeated the whispered question as Alan walked past.
"Follow me until I stop," Alan said, not looking at the boy or turning back, aware of the omnipresent video cameras.
Alan forced himself not to look back. He took a turn down a main road, then off down a side road and into a small green space, with benches. He sat.
The boy sat by his side. There was no sign of anyone following.
"Hello," Alan said, "What's your name?"
"David." The boy sounded nervous now.
"Hello David, I'm Alan. You want business?"
"If... "
"If what....?"
"If the money's right."
"How much do you want?"
David named a sum; it was well below the going rate. Alan began to wonder how experienced David was.
"What will you do for that much money; and how long will you stay?"
"Anything. As long as you want."
Alan's suspicions were confirmed. The boy had little or no experience.
"I think I could pay you more than you are asking..."
"More...?" David's eyes opened wide.
"Oh yes, quite a lot more. But you'd have to do whatever we told you to do."
"We?"
"Me and some friends."
"Oh - I wasn't thinking I'd have to do anything in front of someone..." The boy looked nervous.
"Well, if you want to turn down...." Alan named a large sum of money.
"Oh. That much!"
"Oh yes."
"Oh. Well I suppose..." Clearly the boy needed the money. "I suppose... yes."
"OK, wait here - I'll bring my car round - it's a white Merc."
Alan brought the car round. David climbed into the front seat and put on his safety belt. "Good boy," Alan said, as they drove off, Alan patting David's knee then letting his hand rove up to the boy's crotch. David wriggled nervously.
"I think we'll get on fine," Alan said.
***
Alan's house was out in the suburbs, detached, nineteenth century, with a little drive to the front door. Alan stopped the car and David and Alan climbed out. Alan let him in the front door of the house and took him through to the kitchen. "Like some food?" he asked.
"Oh yes please," David said.
Alan prepared some food and left David to eat it whilst he made some phone calls. After lunch he sent David up to take a shower, giving him clean towels, and showed him an upstairs room to wait in once he had dressed again.
David had been watching the TV in the room for about half an hour, when Alan came up to collect him. "Come and meet my friends," he said.
Alan led him into the dining room, which he had not seen before. There were eight middle-aged men, mainly in suits, sitting on each side of the long rectangular dining table. At the head of the table, there were two bar stools, with soft, cushioned, blue fabric seats and backs and metal legs. The curtains were drawn and the lights on. There were long mirrors on each wall.
The men went quiet as Alan led David to the top of the table and sat him on one stool, whilst he sat on the other.
"This is David," Alan said. "He wants to earn some money, don't you David? And he'll do anything, won't you David?"
There was an unfamiliar harshness in Alan's tone. David was suddenly afraid. "You didn't say .. it would be this many," David said querulously.
At a nod of Alan's head, one of the men got up and locked the dining room door, pocketing the key.
"You don't have any choice," Alan said. "The door's locked - and behind these curtains, there are locked shutters. We can do anything we want with you. I think you'd better be glad that we're going to pay you. Say thank-you to these gentlemen for paying so much. Go on."
"Thank you." David's voice was low and unhappy.
"Oh no!" Alan said. You say 'Thank you for paying so much'. Go on."
"Thank you for paying so much."
"That's better," Alan said "Now these men have bought you for the afternoon and so they're going to inspect the merchandise. Just sit there and let them do what they want."
The men took it in turns to come up and feel the front of David's jeans and between his legs. David soon started to flush and sweat. And, despite himself, his dick grew harder as each man touched him up.
Eventually, they had all finished and his jeans were obviously tented forward at the front.
"Now," Alan said, "Kick off your shoes and come and lie on your face on the table. We want to take a good look at your arse. We like young boys' arses."
David lay face down on the table. The men sat forward and started to play with the seat of his jeans, which bulged upwards in strong, firm curves. They squeezed his arsecheeks and rubbed between his legs and ran their fingers down the back seam, over his arsecrack.
David knew very little about the ways of men and boys. He had thought "business" might be a wank. The potential of his arse was a mystery to him. But all this touching and squeezing made him feel even more aroused and exquisitely embarrassed. He had always thought of his arse as a private place. Now it was the property of nine men, several of whom already had huge _c_o_c_k_s sticking out of their flies.
"Now", Alan said, bringing the proceedings to a halt, "turn over onto your back."
As he did so, David became aware for the first time that there was a mirror on the ceiling.
"I think I'll have your shirt off next," Alan said. He reached forward and pulled David's shirt out of his jeans before unbuttoning it all the way down. He parted the shirt to reveal the T-shirt. "Sit up," he said.
David sat up and Alan pulled off his shirt; then he removed David's T-shirt as well and lay him back down again. "What a nice chest and stomach!" Alan exclaimed, stroking and squeezing David's tits and running his palm over his chest and upper abdomen. "So smooth," Alan said. "Feel it gentlemen."
Two of the men were now quite naked, the others in various states of undress. Alan stripped naked also, whilst the men played with David's chest and stomach and stroked the bulge in his jeans. You could see that David was by turns frightened and turned on, but suddenly he panicked and shouted "No!", trying to jump off the table.
"OK guys!" Alan said, "Strip him, now!"
They all pounced, held him down as he shouted and screamed, undid his belt, top snap and zip and hauled on his jeans, whilst he clamped his thighs together in a futile attempt to stop them. Other hands started tugging at his white underpants. As he tried to defend himself against the loss of his jeans, the underpants came down to his thighs and suddenly he realised it was hopeless, slumping back on the table as the jeans and pants came off his ankles, swiftly followed by his socks.
David was naked and sweating, his wrists held back above his head, his ankles pinioned.
"My," said one of the men. "Look at that."
David had no pubic hair but his dick was more than 5" and rock hard, his balls well-developed.
"Oh yes," Alan said, reaching out and cupping David's balls, "What shall we do with him?"
"Well first of all," one of the men said, "he gets punished for resisting us."
"Punished!" David gasped.
"Only a spanking," Alan said. "We often spank our boys. Or would you rather earn no money after all this? Perhaps we should make that the punishment. What do you want?"
David was silent.
"He knows what he wants," a man said, "he wants the money. Where are we taking him?"
"My place," another man said.
"Oh yes, interesting," Alan agreed.
***
They let him put on his T-shirt, socks and trainers, nothing else. They dressed and headed out to their cars. David felt strange and embarrassed walking bare-arse to Alan's car, but the driveway was secluded.
It wasn't a long drive. The man's house, Steve's house, was on the edge of town, standing on its own. They took him inside and shut him in a downstairs cloakroom.
A few minutes later, he was released and led down a flight of stairs into a cellar. In the centre of the cellar was a leather topped vaulting horse, with adjustable wooden legs.
The men were now all quite naked. But there was a newcomer in the room, a blonde-haired boy, perhaps 12 years old. He wore a white dressing gown, was barefoot, barelegged and seemed to be barechested.
"This is my nephew Mike," Steve said. "He's due a little punishment. Take up the punishment position, Mike.
Mike took off his dressing gown, so he was quite naked, with a soft, hairless circumcised prick. He climbed onto the horse and straddled it, then leant right forward, so his spread little arsecheeks were completely exposed at one end of the horse.
"OK David," Steve said, "I want you to spank my son's arse, all over, really hard, until I tell you to stop."
David started a little tentatively but was shouted at for this and began to spank Mike really hard, making his arse go bright red.
"Right," Steve said. "Stop - and Mike, come off the horse."
Mike climbed down and David realised Mike was rock hard - but so was he - and so were the men, several openly wanking themselves or each other.
"Seems like you enjoy it," Steve said. "So now you give Mike his fun - and all of us. Up onto the horse."
David removed his T-shirt, socks and trainers and took up the same position. His arse was larger than Mike's. Mike started to smack it. Then he stopped and put his finger down onto David's arsehole and moved it around.
"Oh no, you can't do that!" David yelled.
"He can do anything he likes!" Steve said, moving Mike away, removing his belt, doubling it over and whacking David's bottom six times, so he yelled out. "Now Mike, go back to what you were doing. He won't argue again."
Mike had some lube now. He rubbed it onto David's anus and then pressed his small finger forward. It slid inside David without difficulty. He started to finger-_f_u_c_k_ David, spanking at the same time.
One of the men, then another, came onto David's arsecheeks. Mike withdrew his finger momentarily and started to channel the white globs of cum into David's arsecrack before pressing the cum up David's rectum.
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