Once again Bobby's afterglow faded and finally he was able to make himself sit-up. Still Bobby was somewhat dazed. As his sense of reality somewhat came back to him he noticed something odd, "Where's Jake?"
"You just noticed," said Jerome with a deep chuckle. "He's been gone for ages, but I guess you have been a little distracted." For a second Bobby felt himself panicking. What could happen to Jake all alone by himself with an older man? Bobby then realized that much of what he was worrying might have happened to Jake had just happened to him.
"Come on, I'll take you to where he is," said Jerome offering a hand to Bobby to help lift himself off the bed. Bobby looked back at Nick. "Don't worry little Nicky will come too."
Bobby looked around for his clothes. "Don't worry you look scrumptious just as you are."
"But I'm naked!"
"I know and covered in cum. Just how the man we are going to see likes his boys." Before Bobby realized what was happening he was being pulled down the hall into another room.
The room was a luxurious office full of mahogany and leather. At a large desk sat an older man and perched on the corner of the desk was Jake still dressed in the teddy and panties he had come upstairs with.
The man walked over to Bobby and Nick and Bobby attempted to hide his nakedness. Bobby wanted to cry rape but he could tell from the way the man was looking at him that he probably wasn't an ally.
"You boys look fantastic," said the man. "So well used." He moved closer to Bobby. "Your lips all red and swollen from kisses," he said as he ran his fingers across Bobby's lips.
Jerome held on to Bobby's arms firmly to prevent him from moving or from covering himself. Who was this man, thought Bobby, touching him like he owned him?
"Your nipples red and swollen too," he said as he caressed and plucked Bobby's nipples as they continued to harden, as did, embarrassingly, Bobby's penis. "Your stomach covered with the evidence of your pleasure at being used by men," as he ran his hand along Bobby's stomach stopping just before he reached Bobby's penis. "And your excitement continues," he stroked Bobby's partially hard cock. Bobby let out a small moan. The man walked around behind Bobby. "And this is the best part," he said just starring at Bobby for a moment. Then he continued, "Two different men's cum running down your thighs," he said running his hands up the inside of Bobby's thighs. Bobby trembled his face so red. He then separated Bobby's ass cheeks. "A well used hole." He slipped a finger inside Bobby. Your asshole is no longer the pretty neat pink virgin hole it was earlier today now it's so red, darkened, swollen, and tender like an overripe fruit. "You should thank Paul and Jerome for fucking you a pussy back here."
"What?!" said Bobby shuddering.
"What is a pussy?" The question seemed to be rhetorical as the man continued, "A hole for cocks, and that's what this is. "And to think just a few hours ago you were a virgin who considered himself straight."
"I am straight! These men raped me! How do you know that about me?"
"First of all, rape is such a nasty word. Little boys, particularly straight ones, don't come, what was it, five times, from a rape. Secondly, your little body tells me everything I need to know, but of course there is more. So thirdly, why don't you two have a seat," he said gesturing to Bobby and Nick. Neither boy moved.
The man picked up two butt plugs from his desk and handed one to Jerome and one to Paul. "We don't want to get too much cum on the furniture." Jerome inserted the plug into Bobby and Paul inserted one into Nick. Both boys let out little grunts. Jerome and Paul led the boys over to two chairs in front of the man's desk. Jerome and Paul sat down on the chairs and each pulled one of the boys into their laps. The boys grunted again as this pushed the plugs even deeper into their asses. The man sat back down at his desk.
"First of all I should tell you I am the owner of this club. You may call be Mr. Von Steuben. In this club I encourage the coupling of younger boys and older men. I have owned this club for fifteen years now and quite early on I found that many men, particularly more wealthy and distinguished ones, did not enjoy having to meet boys in the bar scene. Some were too busy, some worried that they might be seen by the wrong people, they didn't meet the boys they liked, and many did not like the rejection and effort it took to take a boy to bed. They were used to getting what they wanted when they wanted it. I saw a need and decided to create an exclusive service for my elite customers. Now I won't get into the details with you now but to suffice it to say this service provides these men what they want when they want it.
