Boys On Parade Part 2

Chapter 271-1

Boys On Parade

Part 2

 

Stringum said as Mr. Tate. “If you liked that as much as I did… Oh, what’s this? Apparently, these next boys and their family would like to have a picnic. Well, I am not sure if this is the right setting for picnic boys, but I will ask. What do you say would you like to see a picnic in the park?” Everyone yelled yes, pounding the tables with excitement.  Mr. Vincent came out with me and two of the new boy’s one of them being Colby, and another boy named Stanley and my wife Rhoda.

Stanley boss was another bad guy we wanted badly his name was Mr. Stevens, according to him he ran a brothel and owned 30 boys and 14 young girls like my new adoptive sister Loren and younger. Who wasn’t in this scene, she would be in the next scene with Mr. Benson and his daughter Samantha and two more boys I didn’t know that someone was putting up for auction? Stanley had dishwater blond hair green eyes and face that girls couldn’t resist but pinch his little cheeks he too was only 9, and what I had seen he was nothing but skin and bones as if they had starved him for months at a time.

He also had some light fresh bruises that were covered up with makeup and some old whip marks as Franklin did his best to cover them so he would look good on stage. I had gathered he was a local boy of Boston near New York, in the slum neighborhood. He had several teeth missing and I don’t think he lost them the normal way either. He had been with Mr. Stevens for 5 years, and he wasn’t even close to being a virgin.

 He was being sold because he had grown tired of him and wanting fresh boys and girls for his collection. Again we couldn’t say anything regarding him and the girl Mr. Stevens had brought as his plus ones… weren’t going home with him. Since we had a location to where he does business. And Stringum was sending a team to take them out of his custody. In the meantime, it was our job to get him to confess his crimes on tape.

We had changed into some ordinary Sunday clothes, as Colby was carrying the basket and Rhoda had large black and white checker blanket for us all to sit on. Mr. Vincent said “This looks like a good spot,” he said when we reached the middle of the catwalk as the sound of birds sing in the trees and a large screen is shown on the wall behind us a park setting in the background. Rhoda spread out the blanket as we took off our shoes, and took our spots on the blanket; none of us were wearing socks. Mr. Vincent said. “Let’s see what you have packed for us for lunch?”

Rhoda gave a forced giggle opening the basket pulling out a two bottle of jam, some peanut butter and a loaf of bread.  “She gave sigh said looking into the picnic basket. “Oh dear… I forgot to pack the dishes, what I am going to do?”

Colby said. “We don’t need plates or silverware sis,”

Stanley Colby and I took off our shirts, and I said. “You can use us instead.”

Rhoda said. “I don’t know, but I guess that could work since there is nobody around.” She looked out into the audience asked. “Would like it if I and the boys took off all our clothes and had a quick bite?”

Everyone pounded the tables yelling “Take it off, take it all off.” She opened her blouse and reviled her nice round breasts and took the jam and spread some on them. The audience went wild telling her to take it all off. She said to the nearest table and the guys around it. “Would you like to help me take my clothes off? Or would prefer to watch.” They all said they would like to help. She said. “You boys pick a number from one to ten the one that gets it right you can come up here and do the honors.” 

The number was 7 as the person picked it having them come up and then she turned and said “Actually it was 5, or was it 3. Oh dear… I can’t remember.” She placed one of her fingers in her mouth then said. “Oh poo, I guess I have to let the three of you do it then won’t I?”  They came up onto the catwalk, she said. “You two decided which side you would like to help take my skirt off, being as you had number 3 and 5 and you sir get the best part removing the last of my clothes, or if they want they can help you.” She raised her hands to the air and number 3 and 5 pulled down her skirt as she kicked it out of it as someone off stage took it away. Then she swayed a little said to the audience. “Would you all like to see me naked?”

They shouted. “Take it all off, take it all off,” pounding the tables.

She gave high shrill giggle said; “on the count of three.” Everyone counted down with her: One, two and three, as the drums, beat with the count down. All three guys pulled down her red lace panties hearing the sound of cymbals and bass drum ending when they were down around her ankles as the guys took them off watching them disappear into his pocket as she twirled around in a circle.

She looked back at the rest of the audience and the rest of the table of the remaining guys foaming at the mouth wanting to taste her. She giggled. “Now the rest of you, why don’t you come up and help get me ready for lunch with the boys.” There was only two of them, left watching them waste no time to help, as they came up quickly as the three guys retook their seats and she hands them each a bottle of Jam and some peanut butter. She said. “Are you boys shy?”

They shook their heads and said. “No ma’am.” She turned to ask us if was ok to let them join us for lunch.

We shook our heads no I said; “only if it includes using them as our dinnerware?”

The guys looked at Mr. Tate, waiting for him to say it. He said. “Oh shucks guys what the hell are you waiting for if that isn’t an invitation I don’t know what one is. But wait we better ask our friends here. Would you like it if they joined our friends here on stage?”

The audience said. “No, and booed, they have to pay just like the rest of us.” 

Stringum said. “Very true, I for one rather see these boys and the father naked. Not our non-paying costumers. However, if they pay one thousand each would that satisfy you?”

Someone said. “I’d pay 3 thousand right now if I could switch places with them… And another shouted 4 thousand; then five thousand, if I can have sex with her and the young one named Nate number 547. Another man yelled. “Make it 10 thousand and I get first dibs on her, and the boy named Nate and other boys 564 by the name of Stanley during the short intermission.”

Stringum said. “Done, 10 thousand it is. Bring me my money and come collect your prizes. Now then that leaves me with Colby number 617; however Colby has been bought for the night by Mr. Holliman, so who would you like to see Mr. Vincent naked?” The place was quiet as a church on Sunday. Stringum said. “Who would like to see Colby naked?”

Everyone chanted “take it off, take it all off.”

Mr. Vincent smiled as he said. “Boys I guess that my cue to leave.” He got up and left and turned back. “Are you sure you don’t want to see me naked?” They all said get off the stage old man. One yelled. “I’ll only pay 1 hundred to see you take it all off.” Another man shouted. “2 hundred if you get the boys to suck your c**k and another hundred if I can stick mine up your a*s.”

Stringum said. “Sold for 3 hundred dollars, bring me my money.”

The man walked up as everyone laughed at him. He turned and said. “What? He looks like he has hasn’t had a good f**k in a long time and he could be built like a brick house by the size of him.”

Stringum collected his money as Rhoda went down to sit on the guy's lap that had paid for her to have sex with him and me and Stanley, but since someone had paid for us three boys to take off our clothes on stage and share Mr. Vincent penis, and then have sex with Mr. Vincent. We couldn’t go with her and Colby was stuck to full fill his contract on stage and with Mr. Holliman when he finished his part of the skit.

The striptease music started as the drum banged each time an item of clothing came off Mr. Vincent, Colby and me. However, we boys had already removed our shirts before Rhoda had been stripped off her clothing. So it became our job to remove Mr. Vincent’s clothes first. He came back and stood on the blanket. I had told the boys they get dibs on his pants and boxers.

I stood in front of Mr. Vincent and ripped opened his shirt. Watching the snaps open it with ease without losing any of the buttons and pulled it off the back of his shoulders and tossed to the man waiting for his and our clothes. The man that paid stepped on stage handing Stringum his money and walked toward us. I let the boys remove his pants and boxers, motioning him onto the blanket with us.

He kicked off his shoes standing in his socks as I said only loud enough for him to hear or well-placed mic. “May I help you take off your clothes?” The man nodded that it was ok, and I didn’t ask him if I could rip off the buttons, being as his shirt wasn’t prepared for a quick opening. He was about to take off his bow tie first as started to unbutton his shirt enough before I rip the rest of the buttons off, and I said. “May I wear your bow tie? So I have something to remember you by?”

He nodded and took it off and put it around my neck. I ripped open the rest of his shirt finding a nice hard body, with hair on his chests as my eyes were drawn to key around his neck in the shape of a devil riding the sun. I went around him so I could remove his shirt from the back as my fingers inched to take that key off him. I linked with Jeff and said. “I think I found one of those keys we needed?” Jeff confirmed as he went over to Stringum and whispered in his ear getting a nod that said he wasn’t leaving here with it.

Mr. Vicente and the boys were walking the catwalk as they removed the rest of their clothes. The crowd whistled when Mr. Vincent was completely naked as the boys finished themselves tossing their tighty whiteys into the audience. Someone shouted for him to turn around as several guys came up to feel his tight hard tan butt and to stroke that fine penis. I should know how fine it considering I have tasted it many times.

One of them said. “You got off cheap Bronson, this is a fine piece of beefcake, tell you what I’d pay you 8,000 if I can join you just so I can suck on that fine looking c**k and slip my dick inside of him?”

Another said. “I’ll pay 10 thousand, for around the world during intermission if it includes two boys Nate and Stanley and Mr. Vincent and lap dance during the premiere.”

The guy named Bronson said. “Done, but we can share her for now and afterward and if she pleases me I will place a bid for her during the auction, and I’ll pay Mr. Tate another 20 thousand if I can have Stanley and Nate for desert and during the premiere. And if they please me enough I will bid for them for the night.”

Stringum said as Mr. Tate. “Done, pay me and Mr. Bronson our money. Nate adds one more to your little picnic; give me five minutes boys you can take them in one of my private rooms on the house until we clear the room for dessert and so I can get ready for the premier and the actuation.”

The man that bid us out for the remaining of the show; came up on stage and took his place on the blanket as he admired our naked bodies as he removed his shoes and socks saving the rest for us boys to remove his clothes as someone put his shoes and socks into a clear plastic bag with his name on it.

It was nearly 9 pm as Stringum quickly went back to his place on the stage. Sending Tony to tell the rest of the boys and girls that they needed to skip the next little skits to do something they can do quickly so we could set up for dessert and the premier that gave our clients an hour and a half to have us to themselves in the private room. We only had to fill our stage contract counting it as a free sample, until we were off stage in that private room.

Stringum as Mr. Tate said. “My esteem guest it appears we have had minor change into tonight’s program. Mr. Wesley and Mr. Bronson have volunteered their services to join our little picnic. Let us give them a big hand as they full fill their agreed contract on our stage.” He continued after everyone gave some sort of whistle or catcall, said. “The deal both Mr. Wesley and Mr. Bronson have agreed upon is as follow. They both would like to run at Mr. Vincent fine piece of a*s watching the boys suck on Mr. Vincent’s magnificent penis with any remaining time on the clock behind me.” The clock came on as the background of a secluded park vanished. 

Once the clock was ready he said. “Normally I am against it about my guests taking off their clothes on stage, and participating, but the deal was struck with hard cold cash. So I am obligated to let them have the stage, they have 10 minutes to comply before I kick them off the stage, taking their prizes with them unless anyone is willing to outbid them.” No one said anything, as the room became quiet. Stringum said as Mr. Tate. “Your time starts now.” The clock started the count down from ten minutes, the same clock he was going to use during the auction.

Mr. Bronson was pretty much naked. As I let the boys finish him off, while I took off Mr. Wesley clothes having him add his tie to my bow tie, and sad to say even though he looked good without his clothes on, he had no key around his neck.  Mr. Bronson told Mr. Vincent too a assume the position as I had noticed that he had was more then equipped and if I didn’t know better it was bigger then Chef Philips and everyone in the room knew it, in fact, I couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like or taste like as big as it was.

The drum rolled as Mr. Bronson took aim using lots of lube he had pulled out of his pants pocket before handing the person the rest of his clothes. We all watched as parted Mr. Vincent butt cheeks and add a large globe to his a*s admiring it as he licked his lips before inserting himself inside him. We Watched Mr. Vincent blink and his body shudder as his teeth clenched said. “What do you have back there, a semi-trailer?” He jerked up as Mr. Bronson went the rest of the way in; nearly bring Mr. Vincent to the floor as big as he was. But Mr. Vincent took every ounce of it.

He took several nice long thrusts until Stringum said five minutes. Mr. Bronson said still inside him. “I like to change my bid to 25 thousand if I can join Mr. Wesley tonight during the remainder of the show. It’s too fine a piece of a*s to pass up and after seeing his c**k… well what can I say?” he said raising his shoulders into a shrug with his hand on Mr. Vincent’s hips, while Mr. Bronson did him doggie style.

Everyone in the audience agreed and laughed stating if they had the time they would all like a turn at him. Stringum as Mr. Tate stopped the clock, said asking Mr. Wesley. Mr. Wesley said. “Make it 30 and you got yourself a deal. I’ll throw in another thousands if I can have Mr. Vincent and his plus ones he brings and the ones he has purchased tonight.” Stringum said as Mr. Tate.  “Make it 70 thousand and you can have them and one of my best rooms for the entire night and into the morning, which includes breakfast in bed and nice lunch as well, for those that would like a little extra time.”

The deal was struck; as the clock resumed and Mr. Bronson said. “Your turn, he is well worth the money. And I am looking forward to having the boys as well and the girl.” They shook hands as the clock ran as Mr. Vincent stood up so we boys could have his magnificent penis with two minutes left as Mr. Wesley rammed his not as big penis being standard sizes inside Mr. Vincent as everyone counted down with each thrust as the buzzer sounded.

Stringum as Mr. Tate hand Mr. Bronson and Mr. Wesley the keys to both the rooms, and a robe telling him to get off his stage, taking me and Stanley with him. However, we weren’t lucky enough to get a robe, considering Mr. Tate wasn’t that nice of a guy and he would have intended us to be bare a*s naked for his clients to see; if he was going to make any more money on us.