Boys On Parade Part 2

Chapter 271-2

Boys On Parade

Part 2

 

Mr. Vincent hated the idea of having sex with boys or men, after what had happened to his two boys when Shawn and his friends rapped them. The only reasons he allowed it was simple. There was nothing he would not do to see people like these men put behind bars. The other was the same reason as the rest of us that had been raped repeatedly. No one could hurt us like that again. Which was why he had continued to allow it, and personally re-prepared his boys, telling them it was ok as long as it was consensual if it wasn’t he would personally rip the person apart limb by limb. Of course, he did it the gentle way, and with as much love he could muster.

Mr. Vincent whispered an apology too me knowing there was nothing he could do if the two men wanted to rape me; I shrugged my shoulders, whispered back. "That I am good with him doing it to me, and wasn’t going to hold it against him; that it was just sex and nothing I had done a million times over the last few months as long as he doesn’t hold me against me having sex with him or his boys."

He shrugged his shoulders said in a whisper, he was good with that, and so were his two boys. So far I considered myself lucky that I haven’t had to have sex with him or his two boys. The night was almost over, and so far things looked good not having to do that. But there was always next time.

Mr. Bronson opened the door using the key he was given after asking where to find the room, finding it was on the first floor, but Mr. Wesley after taking a look inside only finding a small sitting room said. “Let’s go to the room I just paid for, for the entire night.” Mr. Bronson handed the key back to the man in the white jacket and asking him to show us to the room that Mr. Wesley had purchased for the night.

The fact that we two boys and Rhoda were naked, didn’t seem to bother him, in fact, he seemed quite pleased by it more so as his eye lingered on Rhoda. He reminded Mr. Wesley that he had only an hour and a half before Stanley and I had to be showered and dressed by the time the desert was severed. Mr. Wesley said. “Actually me and my partner Mr. Bronson have purchased the two boys here for our “Boy alamode.” So we will be eating our dessert here. God damn it we paid good money to get what we want. Now leave us to our fine delicacies”

The man in white Jacket said. “A pardon me, good sir, the arrangement did not and I say this as in men of contract. That you may have purchased the boys for dessert, but Mr. Wesley did not, nor did the rest of your table. Therefore these boys will be returned to the main dining room precisely in hour 25 minutes at your table with the rest of your guests, unless you, good sirs, wish to procure another table; which will cost you another 50 thousand, since the other guests at your table will have to procure another 2 boys of their choosing or a girl to fill the vacancy. In either case, the two boys and the girl must be ready. So they can meet the other guest before the premier and the actuation is to begin. What you do with them now is none of my damn business.”

Mr. Vincent said. “Hold on, I have the solution. If I understand it there are roughly 4 to five people plus our plus ones. So all you need is 4 people I make a third give me 5 minutes and I can have a fourth and I will pay the 50 thousand if we four can have that private desert table. The guy in the white jacket said. “5 minutes and the deal is off the table.”

Mr. Vincent quickly handed him his card that gives him access to his money in the bank here. The man in the white jacket gave him a receipt and he passed him a quick note to have my Dad join us for dessert at our private table as the fourth person plus his plus ones. Who were Jared and Martin?

The man in the white jacket said. “1 hour and forty-five minutes then the boys and the girl have to be in the lobby to mingle with the guest; while they reset the room.” He left us to it. Making Mr. Tate another 50 thousand richer, what everyone else doesn’t know that all our own bad guys had an unlimited amount of money to spend. Mr. Vincent said. “Shall we?” Walking into the deluxe suite with everyone behind him.

The room was far better than the one downstairs. It had a nice large bed and a small sitting area with a large 6 person couch and coffee table with a fruit basket with several tasty treats and a verity of sex toys ranging from edible condoms and lotions and teas. Plus a small-bar stocked with soda and the best champagne money can buy cooling in a large metal tub and stocked liquor cabinet. The bathroom had a huge tub built for 8 and a large walk-in shower, and three sink vanity. All of Mr. Wesley bags were brought up and with a note that said his and Mr. Bronson’s clothes were being repaired and dry cleaned.

Again there were no robes for me, Stanley or Rhoda. Then again why would there be, when clothing for those being put up for auction, wouldn’t be worn during the meet and greet in the lobby good hard close up look what the client was buying and then go directly into the dessert portion of the night for one last tasting. The only time we would be wearing a robe would be during the auction for a short period and then it would be nothing but straight sex for us and pillow talk.

My only problem was Mr. Bronson had a key we all wanted. I hadn’t been able to see Mr. Striker other then he had taken something off when he removed his shirt and after he put on his robe, he had slipped something shiny into the pocket and all I could see that it was on a silver chain. Jeff was no help when it came to these keys unless they were in plain sight. Being as they are magically warded with a spell, that none of us could duplicate being as we had tried pouring a mold and watching it disintegrate or catch fire bursting apart into little tiny pieces. However, we could duplicate it, if we could take it out off them, long enough to make a copy of it and give them back the copy and us keeping the original, which was our main goal tonight.

Mr. Vincent dropped his robe over the couch with Mr. Wesley and Mr. Bronson. Mr. Vincent smiled when he saw the key around his neck and asked him about and if he could look at it. Mr. Bronson said. “It’s my good luck charm and there is only one its kind so it never leaves my neck so the answer is no. Now then I count three of us and three of them… make that four considering Mr. Wesley and I were only getting started when our time run out. I so much want another crack at you, Mr. Vincent, now that we have the time. So pick the bed, bath or couch. I for one would choose the bath considering I would like my meal clean before eating it. I am like to keep me and my boys healthy and I believe you do also considered how nicely groomed you are Mr. Vincent or would you prefer us if all us use our first names since we are having sex together?”

Mr. Vincent said. “Yes, my friends call me Lance, we already know the two boys Nate and Stanley and our girl here Rhoda.” They each shook our hands, and Mr. Bronson said. “Call me Dale.”

And Mr. Wesley said. “Call me Ken. Now, what’s it going to be? bed bath or couch?”

Nate and Mr. Vincent said. “Bath, Bed at the same time.

Rhoda said. “Bath so she and the boys can save time since we would need to be showered and clean for the guest and the dessert party, but it would take 10 minutes to run.” Everyone eyed her butt as she made a dash for the tub licking our lips.

Bronson said. “No reason why we can’t have everything considering I get the girl during the preview and we all get the boys for dessert. So the way I see it. I get Lance first and you get the choice of which boy or the girl you want as long as you save me time so I can have both boys while you have a turn with Lance, and if we talk his friend into joining us with their plus ones and what we get at the actuation there no need for us any of us to buy another room like this for the night. I’d call it a win, win. With tits and a*s and all the penis we can handle.”

Rhoda said. “You boys coming, I am getting lonely?” We all turned our heads liking what we see, knowing from a guys point of view there is nothing like beautiful naked woman… the rest was nice too, and apparently, these guys agreed. Too bad they weren’t going to leave here, without a set of handcuffs, I wanted to smile and say smile for the camera you big dumb idiots. I frowned when Jeff's voice popped in mind telling me, they are going free but will be on the shortlist. I growled angrily back at him telling him. “What? Are they not bad enough?”

He replied yes and no. and left me. If he wasn’t a ghost I’d strangled him.

Time was short as Mr. Vincent assumed the positions as Mr. Bronson took his time and dove hard and fast as Mr. Vincent bleed a little being because how big Mr. Bronson was. I got off easy compared to him assuming the position next to him placing my hands on the edge of the tub having Rhoda and Stanley lie down in front of me and Mr. Vincent so we could taste them while he and I were being used as c**k posts, having the tub fill around us.

Rhoda had asked three men if they wanted a bubble bath and what flavor. They both said grape and raspberry as they both laughed that they had always like to have a bubble bath. Daring anyone here to judge them for it, having us say. “What? Who doesn’t like a bubble bath?” Stating once more we all had something in common other than the fact they were both high on list as bad guys.

It was soon my turn with Mr. Bronson as Mr. Wesley had sex with Mr. Vincent I had finished tasting Stanley so Rhoda took her turn with him as they both climbed into the tub giving his own private lap dance. I envied him a little, being I had always liked it when she gave me one. He wasn’t a virgin when it came to girls he just couldn’t do much with a size 4 penis, just barely big enough to slip inside of her, but Rhoda acted like it was the best thing in the world. I was used to big size cobras like Chef Philips boys since me and Chef Philips hadn’t a chance to actually have sex, other than doing it orally, because of my mother being so close by lately.

She hasn’t asked to watch or be involved strapping on fake, even though she was quite aware that I have been having sex with boys and men every chance I can get so when men like Mr. Tate and Mr. Bronson use me as c**k post. I wouldn’t feel anything. Well, I thought my days of feeling pain were over. Until Mr. Bronson stuck that huge Si mi trailer up my a*s. I clenched my fist and teeth and did my best to relax. He hummed telling me how nice I feel inside just like my friend Mr. Vincent as he asked us how we knew each other. We didn’t lie. What was the point, Mr. Vincent said. “We live in the same house together and his Dad and I are business partners with Mr. Tate and Stringum.”

Mr. Bronson stopped in mid thrust. “Oh. I knew Mr. Carrion was his business partner, but not you Lance since he didn’t mention you.” He began thrusting again going harder each time. Lance said as he moaned feeling the other boys get when they have sex like this, the same feeling I wasn’t getting, but I was close, very close to it. Wondering if all I needed was nice long cobra to satisfy me being so different then the one Gloria West used on me when she rapped me for the first time. So I moaned begging him not to stop letting him pound me into the tub with more vigor.

Lance said turning his head. “That’s because I am a silent partner of Stringum’s, and always have been. I have my own boys and run three underground brothels here in town and across this state.”

Mr. Bronson said asking. “How many boys do you own if I may  ask and girls?”

Mr. Vincent said. “I own 25 boys, and about 15 girls; ranging from 6 to 30. I find that with today's clientele I get more call for them and I make a nice profit. More so with the satanic church nearby here; they provide me a fair selection of each when I want it, but Mr. Tate said I could have better crop if I did business with him instead. Being as he has ties to the local schools and the LDS Church here in Heber.

“Telling me all I had to do is pick up the phone and he would be happy to supply the boys and girls I need. However, I am not looking for just any boy or girl theses day. Tits and a*s are good, and plenty, but what I really need is boys like Nate and some of these older boys that Mr. Tate is putting up for auction tonight that are good trainers for my young stock that can follow orders without too much sass.

“I’d pay a lot of money for one of those, like Nate here, and I have been running him ragged, day and night, for the last couple of years. I have been informed that a boy named Jake number 421 and Mark 956 and Rhoda and her sister Jackie 864; would be perfect for what I am looking for. Even this boy Terry number 257 looks really good too. Stanley too looks good, but I have been told by Mr. Holliman and a Mr. Earl are considering purchasing him, directly after the auction… or after him and this boy Colby that Mr. Striker has put up for auction and for sale to see if they are worth buying. I only have room for 4 slots and I intend to fill them no matter the costs.

“I need these boys to train my plus ones I have brought with me. So they can be earners instead of eating me out of house and home. Mr. Tate has offered to rent them for his new series Tangled Hearts. And what I have seen of the series looks promising. Being as Nate and this boy Mark and some of the boys I have mentioned are in it and. Are making more money then they would in my brothels. In fact, I am considering going into business with Nate’s Dad Mr. Carrion and let them rent out my boys. Providing we can come to some sort of arrangement tonight after seeing what he has on sale tonight.”

We watched their faces as they nodded to each other, Mr. Bronson said. “Not if I or Ken here outbid you, consider we are also looking for a good crop of boys with these same talents. In fact, I am hoping to buy Nate; from underneath Mr. Tate and as for his Dad, I am sure we could offer him enough money to give him to me as long as I need him. As I hear it Mr. Tate is almost flat broke, and if push comes to shove I bet some us could get together and wipe that stupid old b*****d off the map; if you get my meaning?

“I am thinking if your story checks out, and we can come to a business arrangement, you could join us our little club… hell, if we could gain Nate’s Dad and he is the cornerstone of this movie series, we can shove that old geezer out and take over. We have the money to make it very profitable; we never liked his cheap stuff anyway. Playboy has better mags and videos then this old geezer has ever made. We are assuming that this premier and the videos are just as bad, old and dated.”

Mr. Wesley said. “Girl get your cute little a*s over here, and bring me and us men a drink and crush up ten of the horny pills over there by the sink for each of us so we watch your fine looking a*s and tits do it. While I finish up here; being as your next. Lance would you like a go with Nate, while Dale here takes Stanley to task; he’s been aching for Colby and those two boys of yours that you brought with you. Or even those fine boys Mr. Holliman has.

“Yes, sir there is nothing like a nice young boy a*s. Would be a shame to waste it I say. I would take Colby, but he isn’t trained, and without boys worth a damn at the moment. He wouldn’t be a good earner, but if I was to get hold of those other boys or Nate here. I sell the lot of them that are past the age of being useful and start bringing my younger boys up the ladder where I can charge more.”

Mr. Vincent said. “Sure. Why not, I never turn down a piece of a*s more so when they are as fine as these, but I would also like to have a go at yours and Dales. Nate get over here, my dick is getting cold.” I moved into position as Mr. Vincent for the first time placed his self inside me as he took a glass and the powdery, ground up honey pills, swollen most of it as Rhoda handed Dale and Ken theirs before climbing back into the tub. Mr. Vincent said. “You would think Mr. Tate would give us that tea that he knows I like. These pills taste nasty.”

Rhoda said taking her position allowing Mr. Wesley to bend her over then changed his mind. Had her straddle him. She didn’t object I knew she was wearing her girl condom, as I had noticed the empty box on the sink. Rhoda said. “Oh he did, but I didn’t say anything.” Getting her face slapped by Mr. Wesley as he said. You dumb w***e, if you were one, my girls, I would teach that if someone wanted something you give to them without asking. Now, what’s this tea drink, you like Lance? And what does it do compared to these pills?”

He said. “Let me make us a quick batch, I can have Nate anytime I want for free.” He pulled out of me and got up and found the tea, he also found something else that said “idiot pills;” which was a clear message that said, they were for Mr. Bronson and Mr. Wesley. I got out of the tub and I laid down in front of Stanley as a common curtsy so he could taste me as Mr. Bronson was using him for a c**k post pounding him into the tub.