Blood in the Water Part 3

Chapter 270-2

Blood in the Water

Part 3

 

 

It was fun to watch each group of boys to perform. Stringum said. “Who would like to see more?” After… all the older boys had performed. It wasn’t a question in regards to our clientele. They wanted to see more and it was our job to provide the entertainment. The audience cheered and whistled stating they wanted to see more. Stringum said as Mr. Tate. “Over the years, I have just worked with young boys and giving you what you wanted, but the industry has changed too where they want both boys and girls.

I have seen the increases in profits tenfold when I have acquired my beautiful ladies. So for your pleasure and mine, my girls would like to put on a show while you eat your meal that my chefs have prepared for you using your VIP requests in what you have chosen.” We watched as the lights in the room came on causing us to blink, after being somewhat in the dark; noticing men placing gold colored polls every few feet on the catwalk.

Tony led us back to the changing room as we quickly put on our guest greeting costumes. Having Stringum slip back into our changing room telling us that was excellent work, said. “I need five boys that would like to help with the younger boys put on little skits after the girls have performed.” We each put our names in a hat and he shook it really good and pulled out Terry’s, me, Greg, Luke, and Jared. With the names drawn the rest of the boys went out to the dining room where we were given table numbers and the seat number where Stringum wanted us to be sitting after we had served the main course. Being as we were the older boys it was our job to be waiters so our clientele could get a good “Hard” look at us up closes.

Stringum as Mr. Tate took center stage, reminding our guest that following boys are now up for actuation the highest bid gets to spend the night or a few hours depending on the package they have chosen with their boys or girls or both. Telling them the price is listed on each of the tables, all they had to do is raise the flag on the table and someone will be right over to collect the money. Saying they can do it by check or credit card, and they will be given a key with the rooms they have purchased until all rooms have been filled.

We will then start the auction after dessert allowing them a free sample of any of the boys where the boy provides the dessert. All they had to do was write the number on the flag or take the number off the boy and raise the flags with the boy’s numbers on them… they are allowed two boys per table. If that same boy number is raised on other tables up too 8 people; then anyone with that number will bid on that boy, pushing the 8th person off that table. “

Being as their 15 boys and 5 girls, with two per table there would be 10 tables and room for 80 potential clients. And according to the listing of rooms there 15 master bedroom that had everything… and 9 rooms that just had a bed and a small bathroom. The rest of the 6 rooms were nothing more than sitting rooms with couches and large comfy chairs. Around a large screen TV. All the rest of the rooms were closed off to our guest except for the large indoor pool that was two times bigger than our own or Bishops Earls and the exercise room. All the rest were either storage rooms or being used as a hidden camera and sound rooms. 

He nodded to some men in the room and said. “The desert tonight is boy or girl alamode. I have provided you with house robes and slippers, for those that are staying for dessert and the festivities afterward so you don’t dirty your clothing which you will find at the back of the room. For those that don’t have the money to spend or do not like what’s on the menu for tonight, I will say goodnight to you and hope to see you next year.

“Then after we have eaten for those that are staying for dessert and the auction after the premiere; we will allow you to mix and mingle amongst yourselves and get to know the boys and the galls that are up for bid as well as let you purchase the many rooms I have to offer at low discount price if you buy any of my merchandise including the boys and gals that are up for auction tonight up too 50%.

“This will also give you a chance if you choose to sell or purchase your merchandise or add them to our auction. All you have to do is go over to one of my men wearing a white jacket’s or wave them over as they walk the room and they will be more than happy to see to your needs. Plus this will give the ones leaving too part company with those that are staying. And sad to say, that they will be missing out on some fine entertainment tonight and a chance to sample my new crop of young boys.

“During that time I will rest set the room making it a little more comfortable for the remaining few and begin a private showing of my latest work before it hits the streets next week. You will also find free copies in each of your gab bags along with some of my merchandise and catalogs if you would like to order more and other things you can, at a discount for coming tonight. So let the games begin.”

The moment he said that we older boys picked up trays of food having our younger boys follow us with tray stands while the girls got ready to perform for our clientele. Jason and Greg’s brother Tim followed me and Martin, one of the Chefs Philips boys. We took the tables 1 through fifteen. As the rest of the boys took the other tables, it was a small dinner service compared to Halloween night being as there was roughly 200 so clients and their plus ones.

That meant more than half would be leaving and made me very uncomfortable knowing that. But tonight was all about the big fish and so far there were several here as we made our way around our tables looking at the colored bands bright green for class one bad guy. Yellow for class 2 bad guys and blue for class 3 bad guy, the rest of the fish were wearing black bands or white bands. Meaning they were lower fish and not worth our time, for the moment.

Because of Stringum wanting to save the younger boys being as they were a small handful the moment they had help served the tables, he wanted them to come up on the stage so they can be seen by everyone around the room for those that weren’t lucky enough to get a hard close up. He had arranged that all the big fish were all sitting up front too where they could all get a good view.

I smiled sweetly telling the boys to place the water pitchers on the table, and fetch the rest that was being filled on the main table to help take care of the room quickly. So they can go up on the stage and show everyone what they got right after the girls performed. It was our job to help them if they asked us to even though we had already done our catwalk being as many of the younger boys were a little shy around so many strangers.

I was polite as I severed them their dinner which was large porterhouse steak, twice baked potatoes and fresh corn on the cob. Or the other proteins was either halibut steak or salmon, wanting to gag the moment I put it in front of them; having them grab my a*s and rubbing it finding the zipper as they undid it so they could really feel how firm and soft it was while I turned to place the next person dinner down in front them. Feeling the person slip his hand inside between my legs and cupping my covered ball sack, listening to him hum how he would very much like to see me with my clothes off.

I let him pull me closer and said politely. “I would like nothing more then to pleasure you, sir, tonight, but only if you pay for it first, and I promise you I will rock your world." I leaned in whispering all the things I would like to do too him watching him smile, and take down my number. I made my around to each of the tables paying very close attention to the color bands and letting them feel me, and telling them all the same thing.

Once I was done I took my seat where the worst of the bad guys were sitting right next to the worst of the bunch as he introduced me to his friends and his plus 1 who was no older than 10, Jason’s age. The man pretended to study my profile and eat his dinner which was a porterhouse steak cooked to perfection, the same as mine. I smiled seeing that Mr. Holliman was sitting the table next table over with his plus 3s and sharing it with another big fish with Greg and Mr. Vincent. Everyone else was scattered throughout the room.

I tried not to jump when the man who called himself Mr. T Striker, placed his left hand on my crotch area and felt for the zipper and undid my pants slipping his fingers around looking down trying to figure out how to get at my penis. Then there was a little sound as he figured it out as the buttons snapped open one by one. Giving him complete access allowing him to stroke me; he smiled at me when he got what he wanted licking his fingers tasting my per-nectar stopping not wanting to go all the way just yet, That much was allowed for free. He asked if I mind if he and his plus one tasted me.

I said. “I don’t have a problem with that, but my boss Mr. Tate might sense isn’t the dessert portion of the evening. If you want to taste me before then… including your plus one, it’s going to cost you 5000 dollars which is a steal considering it’s for two. The price of a tasting is 10,000 thousand during dinner services, and if you want me to taste you and your plus one as well as its 15,000 thousand. But if you purchase me for the night during the auction as well as any boy or girl here; which will allow you have me do anything you would like including your plus one to heart's content, but must warn you once you see what I am capable of doing, I won’t go cheap. Trust me I worth every cent as you have read my profile.”

He laughed, he actually laughed and it was a scary laugh as he motioned one the guys over in white jackets and pulled out his wallet. He placed down 20,000 dollars in one hundred dollar bills on the table, said. “Is that enough for a full tasting for me and my plus one during the main course?” Having his guest at the table place down 20,000 thousand dollars each if they could each taste me and them right now on the table and the two boys I had brought with me, Jason and Tim, Bishop Earl’s boy. Just like that once the money was collected the deal was done.

They helped us off with our clothes and had us lay down on the table. Moving the plates to the side then dumped everything they were eating on top of us and smeared it all over our bodies. Having everyone watch, hearing them whisper how much did they pay for that service. The men at our table removed their shirts and ties and put them over their chairs, telling them about 20,000 for all of them. None of them blinked at the price as the gladly opened their wallets, handing over the money to the guy in a white jacket. Thanking them and giving them the green light. The lights went down covering us in darkness as the stage lights came up as our girls came out onto the stage wearing very hot bikinis and leather hip boots or high heels.

The spotlight came on and the floor stage lights, as the music came on they begin walking to their assigned polls. Not that some of the tables were focused on them as many of them were busy doing other things, like tasting us boys with their dinner. I laid in the middle of the table with Jason on one side and Tim on the other, causing both boys laying their heads opposite direction, with a man's penis in their mouth, as T striker pulled me down towards him telling his plus one… in not so kindly manner to take off all his clothes.

Telling him to get on the table and lay on top of me with his feet and legs over my shoulder and his penis in my mouth, hearing the table groan. As he and his sugar Daddy tasted me sharing my penis, while the rest of the men at our table focused on Tim and Jason; using them as plates having them give them each a taste of their own penis, standing butt naked in their socked feet. Noticing nobody cared what we were doing as many of them quickly did like wises.

The music and the girls danced on or what I could see of it with the kid’s penis in my mouth and most of his crotch in my face… once he and his sugar Daddy had their fill both licking their lips for more. He let the rest of the men at the table have a taste of me as Mr. Striker had me move up enough turning my head so I could taste him as he told his plus one to take a seat and eat his dinner. Stating he was hands-off, to everyone else but him.

The boy reached for his clothes watching Mr. Striker strike him hard across the face, yelling at him. “I did not give you permission to dress; now sit there on the chair, and eat your f*****g dinner and don’t make a peep. God help me you're not worth the money I paid for you. I only hope that tonight I can sell your worthless a*s to the highest bidder during the auction.” 

The boy wiped his tears as his chin trembled. Mr. Holliman looked back and gave the boy a smile. Wishing he could do more, but he couldn’t at the moment being as he was playing the role of the bad guy. Instead, he walked over to Mr. Striker and said. “Sir I couldn’t help overhearing you, what are asking for, for the boy?”

Nobody cared that I had Mr. Strikers penis in my mouth or the fact the rest of the men at the table were tasting me and my friends. Nor the fact what was happening on stage seeing the girls now topless and were about to remove the rest of their bikinis. Mr. Tate rolled his eyes in the back of his head moaning softly, telling me to take my time; he said looking at the boy. “10 mill, for the night.”

Mr. Holliman said ok, motioning over man in a white jacket and reached for his cheek book, said. “How about this 10 mill for the entire night, now then how much to take him off your hands completely? Mr. Striker said looking at the boy. He stills a virgin, and I am hoping to break him in tonight. Tell you what you pay half the room fee, for the deluxe and if I like aft’ wards. I will sell the boy to you for a cool 15 mill; unless of course, you don’t have that kind of money. I don’t know you from Adam, I have never seen you here before, or at any of these advents… and far as I know you’re nothing but a pretender.”

Mr. Holliman said writing out the check, said handing it to the man in a white jacket. “I am only new to these parts, however, I can assure you my money and my word is good. So I am willing to pay ¼ the cost of the room since I don’t know you either. Plus the fact how do I know that you too sir are want to be a pretender. That talks a big game, but don’t have the money to be here tonight. That this 10 mill is the most money you have ever seen. I say put up or shut up. I will collect the boy after my check clears Mr. Tate’s bank.”

Mr. Striker said. “Good, then when that happens we conclude our business… Now if you don’t mind I paid good money to sample these boys before the rest of these b*****s get a chance.” They shook hands and parted ways and returned to their tables and their boys they were tasting. Mr. Striker looked at me and said. “I am looking forward to seeing what you are capable of doing. So don’t go far, you have an excellent profile and what I have read you are something I need to get my business off the ground again.”

The man in the white Jacket soon came back with another man carrying 4 large silver cases. And a large metal cart and said opening the first two suitcases; filled with cold hard cash. Mr. Holliman stood next to Mr. Striker wearing one of the house robes and slippers said. “Would like to count it first, but it looks like 10 mills to me?”

Mr. Striker said. “Yes, I would like to count it, being as I don’t know you nor do I trust you.” He left the table taking the boy with him telling him to leave his clothes, right where they are and grabbed a robe for himself and walked in his stocking feet, while the boy walked naked; which seemed completely normal here, and was using him as an advertisement.

He was only gone a few minutes as everyone had finished tasting us boys and were asking for robes. Handing the men in white jackets their clothes and asked if they could purchase a lesser room too put them in, with a bed and small bath, finding out the price for a deluxe suite with everything was more then they were willing to pay without knowing what they can expect to get during the auction but wanted the rooms just in case. Also knowing if they wanted to they could sell their rooms for a higher price if they found nothing they liked. Which stated they were interested, but they were leaving their options open.

Being as we three belonged to Mr. Tate, they did not own us as we picked up our clothes and left the table, and made quick beeline to our changing room to take a quick shower and change into some clothes for those that still needed to perform, or a robe or auction clothes; allowing others to see us walk naked, as we advertised ourselves as sex slaves.