Somehow, what I had witnessed had made a strange, almost emotional impact on me too. It had not at all been like being present at an S&M function or exhibition where a leather man was strung up and whipped. Here, in this case, there was a bond, no, a close relationship between Dicran and the boy still in the room behind the closed doors that was different. It was not something I could put in words but somehow I could feel it. The other boys in the room took it for granted. They acted like nothing at all had happened and were soon cleaning up things still left on the table.
I picked up my drink and walked out on that porch overlooking the city from this hilltop location. I had expected none of what had happened and was ready to head back to the hotel. I was tired now too. Nothing that evening made sense. Why would the Artist, Dicran, invite me, a complete stranger, up for a night like this one had been?
Still it was a beautiful night out there, pleasantly cool with stars flickering and the city's lights just brilliant. Leaning on the side porch rail, I took in the beauty of it all with my drink still in my hand. Interesting evening, sure; but what was behind it all still baffled me. Anyway, the evening was now quiet and pleasant there alone on that balcony porch.
Not too long after I was out there the tall one, the boy who had come in late, stood at the balcony door and looked out toward me. His body was backlit with the soft candlelight coming from behind him while he stood there not speaking. His outlined silhouetted showed his own masculinity as he stood there looking like a young naked gladiator about to enter the areas. He had come out and now stood there watching me. In his hand was his own drink. He looked exotic yet very masculine, even alluringly so; and he was enticing standing there with his loosely flowing shirt only slightly hiding his young, bare muscular body beneath it. The evening breeze gently lifted his shirttails at times to reveal even more of him as he began to walk out towards where I was standing. This boy seemed comfortable, even confident, in his near nakedness as he moved closer towards me.
"Did you find it interesting?" he asked while he sipped his drink.
"Does he do that often?" I asked.
"What? Whip him? Yes, sure," the tall boy said. He smiled nicely and even seductively as he moved still closer towards me, "I'd say 'often' is the correct word, but it's not always like that. Tonight was more serious I'd say. He was correcting him and punishing him too. He had a right to you know." The almost naked boy, now beside me, paused and again sipped his drink as he too was now looking out over the same city as I was. Then he came up to me, turned, and leaned his shoulder against my body. He spoke more softly, "Tomorrow night it's going to be me who gets a lesson." He reached around for my free hand and brought it around his own tapered waist in a way that could only be meant to encourage me to feel his well developed naked body and enjoy him freely.
"You? Why?"
The boy's abdomen was smooth in my fingers, yet it was also muscular as if he worked out, and it was almost devoid of any hair or fuzz. In short, he was youthfully tight, athletic, and clearly available. My hand continued around his narrow waist. There was not an ounce of fat on him anywhere.
"I was late tonight. Second time this week. One of those things. My other job needed me to stay longer tonight and with the traffic I just couldn't get here on time. I was late again so he'll discipline me tomorrow night for it. He has the right to. He only disciplines one of us a night. I'm not sure why. Anyway, me, I work two jobs. My family can't support me and anyway my dad thinks acting is a dumb way to make a living. This job is best for me, but I only get extra pay here when I'm modeling for his work so I sell in a gallery in the center of town too. I'm an actor. It's not easy breaking into it here so I wanted to come work here. Ultimately I'll meet the right people and make it. I stay here too."
"You don't seem to be too concerned about tomorrow night?"
He had moved even more closely against me (if that was possible!). His firm body and _c_o_c_k_ were responding to my own masculinity and the touch of my hand where he had put it. His manhood was growing. I cupped his balls while we stood there hidden together in the moonlight, his body leaning against mine. We stood talking.
"Never. Why should I? It's a long time off before tomorrow night gets here. It never really hits me it's going to actually happen until he's about to do it anyway; but what can I say? I agreed to it all when I came here. My choice. Anyway, I'm gay. I like his attention. In many ways it's good for me. I've always been too lazy. To tell the truth, parts of it I like it sometimes, but sure, it hurts when I'm getting it! I think my ass is more sensitive than the others. It hurts me a lot when he whips me but it's going to happen anyway so what's the point worrying about it?" He spoke matter-of-factly.
"As long as you want to be here," I answered.
Except for that flimsy shirt, this boy was naked against me. His strong back and firm buns were against my own body. And he felt good that way. No question about it! He felt very good! I put my drink down on the porch rail and put my free hand around his chest. When I brushed his nipple it, too, was firm and erect.
"It's not as bad as it looks, really. Usually he only spanks you. That's not bad. I mean look at my ass, I get spanked all the time, do I look scared or anything? Look at me, no scares, nothing."
He had moved away from me a bit as he spoke looking over his shoulder and lifting his flowing shirttails high up his back. His crystal white ass was bare, prominent and naked in the moonlight, but he was right. His buns were firm, tight, and athletic, yet unmarked or scared in any way. His thighs were strong and very well formed; his legs, long and tight as well. He looked good to me!
"No, I don't see any scars. You look very good to me." I meant it. He did!
The young man smiled and came back to lean his back and body against me again. Growing braver this time, my hands felt his bare buns and began to move over him. With my hands on him now, he nudged even closer.
"Tomorrow night I'll get whipped some for sure. I mean he warned me before," he seemed to be serious, "a couple from you would be nice too. . . so I have something to remember from you, you know. Would you?" He moved his buns against my hand. Clearly here was a boy who knew what nice athletic buns like these were best used for as well as the pleasure they could afford!
"Be careful what you wish for," I said, not being sure what else I could say?
"I'm a big boy. No worry. My dad used to whip me with a stick when I was growing up. But if I'm going to be honest with you, I think it's right for me and anyway, I kind of like it too. Can really turn me on." He looked at me and smiled, "I mean I like a man being the boss and teaches me discipline for my work too. Can really make me hot. He's not cruel or a sadist or anything like that but he really knows how to do it, and, anyway, there's almost never anyone else here but him when he does it to us so no one outside ever knows. I think he should be able to discipline us. I mean we're all living here with him like a family and he pays for everything and all so why shouldn't he? Besides I ran away from home when they wouldn't let me study acting so I've got no one so it's very good discipline for me. And he's real good at it too, believe me," he paused and almost seemed to be chuckling to himself, "but, OK, I said I like it sometimes. _s_e_x_ after it's the best. Maybe I'm strange but I think the others like it too, at least sometimes. These clothes he makes for us to wear at night add to it too, except for that stupid brief thing; but if we don't like it here we can leave anytime, but no one ever does. The discipline's just a small part of it. Usually he just wants us around dressed like this so he can see our _c_o_c_k_s and asses and all. What's wrong with that? Hell, I don't care. He can play with my ass anytime he wants to, why not? I like it, he's paying for it, and getting spanked doesn't hurt when he does it so much, but the whip sure does. I just keep him interested in my _c_o_c_k_ so he jerks me off a lot. Fine. He wants it? He can have it." His masculine body at this point could not possibly have been any closer to mine than it now was.
"Sounds like you plan on staying here awhile," I interjected the first thing that came into my mind.
"Sure, why not?" he looked at me as if he was sure I had not understood him. "Tonight's unusual. Mostly he just has us wear just these shirts around the house, no buttons or anything, and yea, he likes us almost nude while he's working or even just watching TV, so we all do it. I mean if we didn't, yea, he's got a hairbrush too and he knows how to slap ass, but who cares? That's the way it is. So he grabs and plays a lot. So what? Most of us like it too; I know I do. It's just those times when he goes further. I mean like once he pulled my buns apart and really slapped me back there. No question! That hurt! But I also have to admit I like the whole thing and the discipline too. Just who I am, I guess."
"You've been here awhile?" I asked. Still, if anything, he moved his body even more against me, rubbing up seductively in response.
"Sure, I want to be here. I've lived here more than two years now. Got no complaints at all. I like it." He looked over his shoulder and winked at me, "You can come tomorrow night and watch me get it? I'd like you to. You can 'calm' me down and all after it's over too?" he paused again, "I'd like that a lot."
Nice boy, taller than most, thin but also athletic and developed, well built, very good body, good manners. Naked now, except for that now unbuttoned flowing shirt, his body held no secrets as he continued to lean against me. His back was against my chest; his own tight and defined buns were against my pant thigh. His own nakedness against my body like this seemed to just be something he was comfortable with. Switched like that other boy had just been, I was sure his body would come even more alive. Standing there together on that private balcony far from any prying eyes, I look advantage of the situation and let my hands wander, he felt good, very good . . . all over. Sure, I let myself feel his bare buns freely too and knew I'd enjoy spanking him if I ever had the chance. I was also sure he would be very responsive. His naked body did not jerk or move even now, no matter where I touched him. If anything, his body only moved closer encouraging me to go further. His intentions were obvious now but I still thought better about answering his question.
Later I discovered he was only twenty, already a veteran of local little theatre but also a star runner at the university there. He was also one of the most _s_e_x_ually and erotically aware and open young men I have ever met. Proud of his fine body, he had no qualms about its being touched, even used, whatever.
About this time, I noticed my host was back out in the main room with the boy he had spanked and switched. That boy, tightly beside him as they emerged together from behind that closed door, was completely naked now though he was hiding his face on Dicran's shoulders and still seemed emotional. Now he made no movement to cover his _c_o_c_k_ or hide his very red ass from view as they walked. It was if he longer cared. Dicran was holding him tenderly and then placed his hand on the boy's very red and obviously hot young ass. He continued talking to him softly while openly enjoying his bare body. No one was paying any attention. The boy had been disciplined. Now they were putting things right and back together.
The two other boys, still naked except for their own sheer flowing shirts, were also in there cleaning up things, walking around, doing things, talking to each other, and laughing at whatever they were talking about. Only the almost naked tall boy was up against me outside in the darkness and still talking quietly. He continued to make it very apparent he wanted me to return tomorrow night.
Overall, it was just one of those surprising evenings that sometimes happens if you know the right people.
The next day Dicran accepted my invitation to join me for lunch. After I got to know him, he spilled the beans and laughed seemingly forever. I had been set up!
This artist so flamboyantly dressed had not just sat down in that hotel bar and talked to me by coincidence. He had been put up to it by a close friend of mine, a designer in Hong Kong who knows him well and also has two boys he also disciplines (one Chinese; one British). I'd been had! My host knew a lot about me though he never let on. The evening and dinner had been pre-planned, but not his boy's discipline which had simply needed to take place then. That was how he chose to handle things with that boy related to the dripped tea on the table cloth and one other more serious thing that one had done earlier that afternoon that I cannot recall now.
Dicran said he though I would leave when it was time to thrash that boy, but he did not want the boys to think he had become soft, so he went ahead with it anyway (also knowing I also spank my boys). I could have thrown something at him! In some ways, I would have liked to have known in advance, but the way he conducted the evening was enticing, almost dramatic, OK, I will admit it. I liked it.
We have since become good friends. The other boys who had been absent that night, I have now also met but at other times while I was still there working in that town.
None of it was fake that night (or after). Those are his boys. He has seven working there. Most are college students, some institute, at least one is a high school senior -- all of them are budding art or drama students or want-a-be's. Most come from more rural areas and want a start in that small but fair sized city. They live in the house with him but come and go freely and some also work elsewhere. He pays them, some model for him, but most do other work for him too, but he insists on their being there in the evenings with their assets visible and open. His rules and discipline are part of it and why he pays them so well but regardless of the nudity and discipline at that point he had two boys waiting on a formal "wait list" to come work there as soon as he would let them! It was what Dicran, at one point, referred to as "artistic freedom"! Apparently, it is also a well-kept secret. I was the one embarrassed when I discovered I had been set up.
Things are often not what they at first seem. While this all happened last winter, Dicran is now a friend and has visited our place. The tall boy from the balcony has come with him. Dicran remains often beyond my comprehension and, by far, the most flamboyant person I have ever met anywhere in the world, but he is also the funniest person I know and a great person to be around . . . unless, I suspect, you are one of his boys! For sure, he knows how to apply a very mean switch and he's not bad with the hairbrush either!
Cal