Brandon the Jock Swimmer

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Brandon woke the next morning with an intense hardon that throbbed relentlessly beneath the sheets. He couldn’t help but smile to himself, thinking about the incredible experience he’d had during the Living Sushi event and the compliments he’d received from the guests.

Working on the breakfast shift that morning, Brandon quickly realized that he was becoming an even greater spectacle than the day before. Not only was he just in the thin white shorts and topless, the older male guests seemed to be more aware of his presence and eager to touch and admire his body having experienced the previous night’s living sushi event. He felt like a prized exhibit rather than a human being, and it both unnerved and aroused him at the same time.

In the middle of the shift, Teddy, the owner of the resort, approached him with a broad grin on his face.

“Brandon, my boy, you were quite the hit last night!” Teddy exclaimed, slapping Brandon on the back with a hearty laugh. “As you may have noticed by now, the guests simply couldn’t get enough of you. And judging by the size of your... tip this morning, they were more than generous in showing their appreciation.”

“I think it’s safe to say you’ve made quite an impression on our guests,” he said, patting Brandon on the shoulder. “They’re already asking about when they’ll get to see you again.”

Brandon looked at Teddy in surprise. “Really? You mean they want me to do... all of that again?”

Teddy nodded, his grin widening. “Absolutely. In fact, some of them are even offering to tip a lot more for private sessions with you.”

As Brandon continued his duties, the weight of Teddy’s words lingered in his mind. The men’s gazes were unmistakable, their eyes tracing every contour of his body as he moved. Whispers filled the air, crude remarks and suggestive comments reached his ears despite their hushed tones. The attention was unsettling yet oddly arousing.

Despite his unease, Brandon maintained a professional demeanor. He couldn’t deny the thrill of their curiosity. As he served them breakfast, the older men bombarded him with questions. They wanted to know about his life, his physique, and his transformation into a living sushi platter.

“Brandon my dear, how did you get into this?”

Brandon explained about his background in swimming and how he ended up at the resort.

“So, Brandon, we love you in last night’s Living Sushi event,” said one of the men, his eyes gleaming with interest. “What was it like to be the center of attention like that?”

Brandon blushed, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. “Hmmm...to be honest, it was both exhilarating and overwhelming. I’ve never felt such a rush of adrenaline before.”

“And what about the physical sensations?” another man asked, leaning forward eagerly. “Did you enjoy having all those people touching and admiring your body?”

“Yes,” Brandon admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “It was intense. Their touch...it felt electric, and I couldn’t help but respond. But it was also scary, not being in control like that.”

The men exchanged knowing glances, their interest piqued by his candid response. “Sounds like quite the experience,” one of them remarked, his tone laced with admiration.

Brandon nodded, feeling a mix of vulnerability and relief at sharing his feelings. “It was definitely something I won’t forget anytime soon.“”

One of the men, a distinguished-looking gentleman with a salt-and-pepper beard, placed his hand on Brandon’s arms, “Brandon, tell us more about how your muscles reacted to the tongue licking and eating of sushi on your body during the event,” he said, his eyes sparkling with lust.

Brandon shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to respond. But he couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through him at the memory of those tongues touching his skin. “Well, it was... nice,” he admitted, his voice almost a whisper. “Every lick and touch sent shivers through my body. I errr... could feel myself getting more and more aroused as the night went on.”

The men exchanged excited glances, their interest in Brandon’s experiences growing more intense by the minute. They peppered him with questions about every aspect of the event, from the way the sushi felt on his skin to the sensations he experienced when the guests fed on him. The men listened intently, their interest palpable. It was both overwhelming and strangely satisfying to have their full attention.

Brandon found himself opening up to them, sharing details he hadn’t even admitted to himself. The more he talked, the more he realized that he craved their attention, their touch, and their admiration. It was as if he had been starved for this kind of connection his entire life, and these men were finally able to satisfy his deepest desires. He was being objectified, yet he was also being admired and appreciated. It was a confusing blend of vulnerability and empowerment. Brandon can’t help but think of Coach Thompson’s sessions at this thought of being desired by old men. Strangely, he also remembered Mr. Chen who had always emphasized that men like him, experienced and wise, were crucial in shaping young talents like Brandon and Brandon should always embrace their admiration and eagerness to mentor and guide him.

Throughout the shift, Brandon was pinched, groped, praised, admired, and molested more often than the day before. His body was no longer his own, and he found himself growing more and more anxious about his lack of control. Despite his unease, Brandon couldn’t deny that there was something exciting about being the center of attention. The sensation of hands on his skin, the whispers in his ear, and the feeling of powerlessness combined to create a heady cocktail of desire and fear.

As they made his way through his breakfast shift, Brandon found himself being pulled aside by these men, each one eager for a private word or a stolen touch. They showered him with compliments and gifts, some even offering him large sums of money in exchange for his time and attention.

Brandon did his best to navigate the choppy waters of their affections, trying to give each man the attention he desired without letting things go too far. But despite his best efforts, he could feel himself slipping further and further into a world of pleasure and desire that he had never known existed.

Brandon was overwhelmed by his overnight stardom and decided to take a moment for himself and stepped outside for some fresh air. Leaning against the cool brick wall, he tried to process the whirlwind of emotions he was feeling. He was proud of his performance, but he couldn’t help but feel uneasy about the way the old men had treated him.

As he stood there, lost in thought, he noticed a group of the old men huddled together, whispering and casting furtive glances in his direction. He couldn’t make out what they were saying, but it was clear that he was the topic of their conversation.

Curiosity got the better of him, and Brandon sidled closer, trying to catch snippets of their conversation. “He’s so young and beautiful,” one of them said, his voice tinged with desire. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Another man chimed in, “Just imagine having him all to ourselves, without an audience. We could do whatever we wanted with him.”

Brandon felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized what they were discussing. It was clear that these men were attracted to him, and the thought of being alone with them filled him with a mixture of fear and excitement.

“We should ask him for a private session,” said a third man, his eyes gleaming with lust. “I’m sure he wouldn’t say no. We could make it worth his while.”

The others nodded in agreement, their faces flushed with excitement at the prospect of having Brandon to themselves. They approached him, their eyes full of hunger and expectation.

Brandon’s heart raced as they surrounded him, their presence both thrilling and intimidating. One of the men, a rotund silver-haired gentleman who had a lusty smirk and looking grimey, grabbed Brandon’s biceps and squeezed while nervously speaking up. “Brandon, we were wondering if you’d be interested in having a private session with us. We’d love the opportunity to spend some quality time with you, away from the public eye.” The rest of the group surrounded him, each one vying for his time and affection. They touched him, caressed him, and whispered their desires into his ear, creating a cacophony of lust that threatened to overwhelm him.

“Please, Brandon,” they implored, their voices thick with desire. “We’ve been dreaming of this moment since the first time we saw you at the resort. Let us show you how much we appreciate your beauty.”

Brandon stood frozen, his mind a whirlwind of intrigue and unease. As the men continued to plead, he felt hands stealthily exploring his body. One man, with a sly grin, gently squeezed his ass while another, more bold, tweaked his nipples, sending shivers down his spine. The sensation was both invasive and thrilling, his body responding against his better judgment. The group tightened their circle around him, each man eager to claim a piece of him. Their touches grew bolder, more insistent, as they whispered their fantasies into his ear. “Just imagine, Brandon, being ours completely,” one murmured, his hand sliding lower on Brandon’s thigh.

Brandon’s breath quickened, his resolve wavering under their relentless advances. He was torn between fleeing from the overwhelming attention and succumbing to the intoxicating allure of their desires. The line between discomfort and arousal blurred, leaving him suspended in a haze of conflicting emotions.

Brandon started to respond, “Err..sorry sirs...I’m still at work...”

Before Brandon could finish, Teddy burst into the swarm, his presence commanding immediate attention. “Gentlemen, I apologize for the interruption,” he said with a polite yet firm tone, “but I need to take Brandon away for a moment.”

The group of old men looked annoyed and disappointed but reluctantly stepped back, allowing Teddy to approach Brandon. “Brandon, I need you to handle a special room service request,” Teddy explained, handing him a tray laden with gourmet breakfast items. “It’s for one of our VIP guests, and they requested you specifically.”

Brandon nodded, feeling a mix of relief and curiosity. “Of course, Teddy. I’ll take care of it right away.”

As they walked away, Teddy chuckled, glancing back at Brandon with a knowing smile. “Seems like you’ve become quite the sensation, Brandon. Those old men were practically drooling over you,” he remarked, his tone light but teasing.

Brandon flushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pride. “Yes sir,” he admitted, adjusting the thin white shorts that seemed to barely contain his excitement.

Leading the way through the large rustic corridors of the resort, Teddy continued to tease him. “You’ve got them wrapped around your finger, or should I say, your shorts?” he laughed, nudging Brandon playfully.

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As they stopped in front of the grand suite doors, Teddy pulled out a mobile phone and made a phone call on speaker mode. He waited for a moment until the call connected.

“Mr. Chen, good morning! It’s Teddy. I’m here with Brandon!,” Teddy continued, keeping his voice low and conspiratorial. “I just wanted to update you on Brandon. He’s been absolutely phenomenal here at the resort. The guests are raving about him, especially after last night’s event.

“In fact Mr. Chen, you’ll be pleased to know that Brandon is just about to deliver some very special room service. I believe our VIP guest has quite an appetite this morning.”

Mr. Chen’s response was immediate, his voice laced with unmistakable lust. “Ah, Teddy, always looking out for our finest assets. Tell me, is Brandon... prepared for this particular meal?”

Teddy chuckled, glancing at Brandon with a mischievous grin. “Oh, absolutely, Mr. Chen. He’s dressed for the occasion—or should I say, undressed? Those thin shorts leave little to the imagination, don’t they?”

Mr. Chen’s laughter was rich and resonant. “Perfect, Teddy. Of course! It’s not just food that needs to be savored here.”

Teddy replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I’m sure Brandon will provide service with the utmost care and attention. After all, we wouldn’t want any... dissatisfaction from our esteemed guests.”

“Indeed,” Mr. Chen murmured, his tone growing even more suggestive. “A young man like Brandon must learn to appreciate the finer points of hospitality.”

Teddy nodded, though Mr. Chen couldn’t see it. Teddy grinned and tapped the screen of his phone, switching the call to video mode. “Mr. Chen, I think you’ll want to see for yourself” he said, turning the phone so that Mr. Chen could get a clear view of Brandon.

On the screen, Mr. Chen’s eyes widened appreciatively as he took in Brandon’s muscular form and the thin white shorts that clung tantalizingly to his body. “Ah, Teddy, well done,” Mr. Chen purred, his gaze lingering on Brandon. “It’s always better to see our jock in action.”

Brandon was waiting nearby, his face flushed with a mix of nervousness and arousal. His nipples had hardened and under the thin fabric of his white shorts, and his cock twitched into a semi-erection, tenting the material noticeably.

Teddy held the phone with a sly grin as Mr. Chen’s video boomed through the phone, warm and encouraging as he gazed lustfully at the young man’s exposed state. “”Brandon, my boy, you’re making us all proud.”

Brandon blushed deeper, feeling both pride and embarrassment as he adjusted to keep himself in view. “Thank you, Mr. Chen. I’m just trying my best.”

“Keep up the good work, Brandon,” Mr. Chen continued, his eyes lingering on Brandon’s aroused form. “And remember, what happens in the Cove stays in the Cove.”

Teddy continued the video call with Mr. Chen as he handed Brandon the key card, maintaining a steady stream of dialogue between them both. “Here we go, Brandon,” Teddy said, his voice a mix of encouragement and anticipation. “The guest is expecting you. Just be your usual charming self, and everything will be fine.”

Brandon took the key card, his fingers trembling slightly as he felt the weight of expectation not just from Teddy’s words but also from Mr. Chen’s watchful gaze on the video feed. Swiping the card, he heard the soft click as the door unlocked. As he pushed it open, a strange feeling crept over him—being followed not just by Teddy but also by Mr. Chen’s virtual presence through the phone screen. Teddy kept the phone steady, ensuring that Mr. Chen could see every step they took into the grand suite, enhancing the surreal sensation of being monitored and exhibited.

The grand suite unfolded before Brandon, a sprawling oasis of luxury that seemed to blend the rugged charm of a modern wooden lodge with the opulence of a five-star resort. The living room alone was vast, with rustic beams crisscrossing the high ceiling, casting intricate shadows that danced across the plush, dark wood furniture scattered throughout. Large windows framed the lush greenery outside, offering an almost secluded view that belied the bustling activity just beyond the walls. To the right, a doorway hinted at another realm within this expansive space. It led to the bedroom, hidden from immediate view but promising further indulgence. The air in the suite was thick with anticipation, as if every piece of furniture and every beam had been meticulously arranged to heighten the senses.

Brandon stepped further into the room, his presence amplified by the grandeur surrounding him. Teddy remained close behind, still holding the phone so that Mr. Chen could see every detail through the video feed. As they moved deeper into the suite, the bedroom door loomed larger, its darkness inviting yet mysterious.

“Good morning Sir? Brandon called out, his voice echoing slightly in the vast space. “I have your room service.”

He placed the platter on a grand oak table in the center of the room, then stood there absentmindedly rubbing his pecs, feeling slightly uneasy in the emptiness of the suite.

Brandon hesitated, his steps faltering as he approached the unseen room. He cleared his throat and called out once more, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “Sir? Your room service has arrived.”

A soothing voice soon responded, “Ahhh, Brandon. We are so happy to have you here!” It was a voice that Brandon found familiar, and not unexpected in this context.

Out of the blue, Mr. Gold sashayed out, completely naked. The tall, distinguished man had a fairly chunky body and was especially thick at his hips, giving him an almost regal presence despite his nudity. His skin was pale, dotted with age spots, and his member hung soft and small between his legs.

Brandon’s eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight of not only Mr. Gold but of him naked. The contrast between the older man’s confident stride and his own intense discomfort made Brandon feel even more exposed than he already was. He couldn’t help but stare, a mix of repulsion and fascination warring within him.

Mr. Gold noticed Brandon’s reaction and chuckled softly, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “Surprised, dear boy?” he asked, his voice smooth and unapologetic. “There’s no need to be shy.”

Teddy kept the phone trained on Brandon, ensuring Mr. Chen had a clear view. “Brandon, why don’t you introduce yourself to our esteemed guest?” Teddy suggested, his tone smooth and guiding.

Brandon swallowed hard, trying to compose himself. The situation was becoming increasingly surreal, and he wasn’t sure how to navigate this new layer of intimacy and exposure. He stepped forward, his heart pounding in his chest. “Good morning, sir. I’m Brandon, and I’ll be taking care of your breakfast today.”

Mr Gold smiled, a slow, knowing grin that made Brandon’s skin prickle with a mix of excitement and nerves. “Excellent,” he replied, his eyes roving over Brandon’s form appreciatively. “I trust you’ll make this meal memorable.”

Teddy chuckled softly, maintaining a steady stream of conversation for Mr. Chen’s benefit. “Oh, I have no doubt about that Mr Gold,” he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He then turned to engage Mr. Gold in small talk, ensuring the atmosphere remained light and conversational.

“Mr. Gold, how has your stay been so far?” Teddy inquired, keeping his tone casual yet attentive.

Mr. Gold, unabashed and still completely naked moved closer to Brandon, a lusty gleam lit his eyes. His hands reached out, brazenly gliding over Brandon’s muscular chest and down his taut abs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“Teddy, my stay has been utterly splendid,” Mr. Gold murmured, his fingers tracing patterns that caused Brandon to shiver involuntarily. “And having Brandon here... well, it’s an added delight.”

With a casual wave towards the phone held by Teddy, Mr. Gold acknowledged Mr. Chen with a smirk. “Hello there, Mr. Chen. Seeing is believing, isn’t it?” he chuckled, his hand now resting possessively on Brandon’s pecs. The older man’s touch was firm yet exploratory, making it clear that he intended to enjoy every moment of this encounter.

Teddy nodded, understanding the underlying message. “I’m glad to hear it Mr Gold. Mr. Chen, you’re missing quite the spectacle,” he teased, shifting the phone slightly so that Mr. Chen could see the entire room, including Brandon standing there somewhat awkwardly yet undeniably captivating.

Mr. Chen’s voice resonated through the phone, tinged with both envy and admiration. “Indeed, Teddy, you’ve truly outdone yourself this time,” he remarked, his tone shifting to address Mr. Gold directly. “And Mr. Gold, it seems you’re enjoying our young star jock quite thoroughly. I must say, your enthusiasm is quite contagious.”

Teddy grinned, enjoying the moment. “Just doing my job, Mr. Chen.”

With that, Teddy decided it was time to leave the young man to his duties. “Well, I’ll leave you gentlemen to enjoy your breakfast and... other activities,” he said with a knowing wink before placing the phone strategically on a nearby table where Mr. Chen could continue to observe unobstructed.

“Have a wonderful morning, gentlemen,” Teddy added before turning to exit the suite, leaving behind a palpable tension mixed with anticipation as Brandon prepared to serve his VIP guest under Mr. Chen’s watchful eye.

Brandon felt every word like a touch against his skin, aware of how exposed he was under their combined gazes. His movements became more deliberate, each placement of a dish or utensil performed with careful precision. The thin fabric of his shorts clung even tighter to his aroused state, betraying his inner turmoil beneath Mr. Chen’s watchful eye and the Mr Gold’s appreciative stare.

As Teddy left the room, Mr. Gold licked his lips, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He leaned in closer to Brandon, his hand still on Brandon’s pecs with his fingers circling Brandon left nipple. “Remember yesterday, Brandon?” he murmured, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “That quickie in the dining hall toilet? And later, during the living sushi event, when I had my tongue buried deep in your asshole?”

Brandon’s face flushed with embarrassment and arousal as he recalled the intense sensations from those encounters. He tried to maintain a composed demeanor, but the memories were too vivid, too enticing.

Mr. Gold chuckled softly, pulling Brandon into a tight hug. The older man’s naked body pressed against him, their flesh touching in an intimate embrace. Brandon struggled to keep his composure, not wanting to give away how much the contact affected him. “Why am I the only one naked?” Mr. Gold teased, his hands roving over Brandon’s back. “It’s so unfair. After all, you’ve seen every inch of me.”

Brandon swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Mr. Gold’s gaze on him. The older man’s confidence was both intimidating and alluring, drawing him further into the web of desire and submission that surrounded them.

Mr. Gold leaned closer to the phone on the table, ensuring Mr. Chen could see and hear everything clearly. “Mr. Chen, I hope you are seeing this,” he said with a smirk, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Our young Brandon here is quite the star.” He tightened his grip around Brandon, pressing their bodies even closer together. “Isn’t that right, Brandon?” he kissed his neck as he whispered, his breath hot and inviting.

Brandon nodded reluctantly, his face burning with embarrassment and arousal. He could feel Mr. Chen’s eyes on him through the phone screen, adding another layer of intensity to the moment.

“Oh, absolutely,” Mr. Chen’s voice came through the phone, filled with amusement and approval. “Keep up the good work, Brandon. You’re making us all very proud.”

Mr. Gold laughed softly, his hand sliding down to cup Brandon’s ass cheek firmly. “See, Brandon? Even Mr. Chen is impressed by your abilities.”

Mr. Gold’s hands roamed freely over Brandon’s muscular torso, his fingers tracing the defined lines of his abs and the broad expanse of his chest. The older man’s naked body pressed firmly against Brandon’s, their skin touching in an intimate embrace that sent waves of sensation through Brandon’s body.

Mr. Gold’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against Brandon’s ear. “Feel that, Brandon?” Mr. Gold murmured, his voice low and seductive. He reached up with one hand to gently twist and tug at Brandon’s nipples, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from the young athlete. “Your body is so responsive.”

Brandon bit his lip, trying to maintain some semblance of control as Mr. Gold continued to explore his body with bold touches and suggestive words. The older man’s actions become increasingly daring, each touch sending shivers down Brandon’s spine. Mr. Gold’s tongue flicked out, licking one of Brandon’s nipples before circling it slowly, the sensation both thrilling and overwhelming.

“Ah!” Brandon gasped, his body tensing involuntarily as Mr. Gold’s skilled tongue worked its magic. The older man chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on the younger jock. He switched to the other nipple, repeating the process with equal dillgence, causing Brandon to writhe slightly in his grasp. “You like that, don’t you?” Mr. Gold whispered, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He continued to lick and twist Brandon’s nipples, each movement designed to elicit a response from the sensitive flesh.

Brandon’s reactions were immediate and intense, his breathing growing heavier as he struggled to remain composed under Mr. Gold’s relentless assault.

Through it all, Mr. Chen’s gaze remained fixed on them through the phone screen, adding another layer of intensity to the moment. “That’s it, Brandon,” Mr. Chen’s voice came through the phone, filled with amusement and approval. “Let yourself feel it.”

Mr. Gold continued his tantalizing assault, his tongue flicking expertly over Brandon’s nipples, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through the young athlete’s body.

“Brandon,” Mr. Chen’s voice interrupted again, this time more insistent. “Are you enjoying your nipples being played with by Mr. Gold?”

Brandon sheepishly nodded his head, his cheeks burning with a deep blush as he admitted to the arousal that was evident even to him. He couldn’t deny the thrill of the sensations or the attention from both Mr. Gold and Mr. Chen, whose eyes seemed to penetrate through the phone screen, watching every reaction, every quiver.

The older man’s hands roamed lower, tracing the contours of Brandon’s muscular thighs, his fingers dancing dangerously close to the thin fabric of his shorts.

“Now,” Mr. Gold said, his tone turning serious yet playful, “let’s make this breakfast even more memorable, shall we?” He turned to face the camera directly, giving Mr. Chen a clear view of their entangled bodies. “What do you think, Mr. Chen?”

Mr. Chen’s response was immediate and enthusiastic. “Absolutely, Mr. Gold. Show him how it’s done.”

Mr. Gold’s actions were swift and assertive. With a sudden tug, he pulled Brandon’s thin white shorts all the way down, almost ripping it in the process, revealing the young man’s hard, throbbing 7-incher. As the thin fabric gave way abruptly, Brandon’s erection bounced and throbbed in the cool air of the grand suite. Mr. Gold’s hand wrapped around it with a practiced ease, his fingers gently squeezing as he leaned in to lick around the head of Brandon’s cock.

Brandon gasped, his eyes rolling back as waves of pleasure surged through him. The sensation was overwhelming, yet undeniably thrilling. Mr. Gold’s tongue was warm and wet, teasing every sensitive spot on Brandon’s shaft while his other hand continued to fondle him all over, exploring his muscular frame with a possessive touch.

“Enjoying yourself, dear boy?” Mr. Gold murmured against Brandon’s skin, his voice dripping with lust.

Brandon could only nod, too lost in the sensations to form words. His body responded involuntarily, arching slightly towards Mr. Gold’s ministrations.

Through the phone, Mr. Chen’s voice cut sharply into the moment. “Brandon, it’s rude not to respond verbally,” he chided, his tone mockingly stern yet teasing. “Tell Mr. Gold how much you enjoy his touch.”

Blushing furiously, Brandon forced himself to speak, his voice thick with arousal. “Yes, Mr. Gold... I love it when you touch me like that,” he admitted, each word a struggle against his mounting desire.

Mr. Chen’s voice softened, becoming more coaxing than chastising. “That’s better,” he said approvingly. “Now, tell him what you want next.”

Swallowing hard, Brandon glanced at Mr. Gold, who watched him with eager eyes. “Please, Mr. Gold... suck my cock,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he surrendered to the older man’s control.

Mr. Gold, on his knees, looked up at Brandon and grinned triumphantly. “As you wish, my hot stud,” he declared before turning his full attention back to Brandon’s erection. With renewed vigor, he deepthroated and teased Brandon’s shaft, his movements precise and calculated to elicit maximum pleasure.

Mr. Chen’s voice crackled through the phone, his tone firm yet teasing. “Brandon, I want you to tell Mr. Gold exactly how it feels to have your cock sucked by an old, perverted man.”

Brandon’s face flushed a deep red, his eyes darting between Mr. Gold and the phone. He cleared his throat, struggling to find the words. “It... it feels strange,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But also really good. His mouth is so warm and... his tongue so ...experienced.”

Mr. Chen chuckled softly, clearly pleased with Brandon’s response. “Good boy,” he murmured. “Do you want to feed him your cum?”

Brandon’s breath hitched at the question, his body tensing in anticipation. He glanced at Mr. Gold, who watched him with a dreamy lusty gleam in his eyes. “Yes,” he whispered, feeling a mix of shame and excitement. “I want to feed him my cum.”

Mr. Gold’s grin widened, his satisfaction palpable. “That’s what I like to hear,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “Give me your nectar, Brandon.”

Mr. Chen’s approval echoed through the phone. “Excellent,” he purred. “Now, show us how much you enjoy this experience.”

With that, Mr. Gold resumed his position on his knees in front of Brandon, his lips wrapping around the young man’s throbbing erection once more. He worked with skilled precision, his tongue flicking and swirling around the sensitive head of Brandon’s cock while his hands fondled and flicked Brandon’s nipples.

Brandon moaned softly, as waves of pleasure coursed through him. The sensation was overwhelming, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to climax with each passing moment.

Through the phone, Mr. Chen’s voice urged him on. “That’s it, Brandon,” he coaxed. “Let yourself go and give Mr. Gold what he wants.”

As Mr. Gold continued sucking Brandon’s veiny cock with passionate expertise, his other hand reached out deftly for the fruit bowl on the breakfast tray. The room smelled of sweat and sex, heightened by Mr. Chen’s voice filtering through the phone, urging them on with a lusty passion in his tone.

“Feed the old pervert your juice, Brandon,” Mr. Chen commanded, his voice a mix of desire, envy and authority.

Brandon’s breath came in ragged gasps as he felt the climax building rapidly within him. “Ahhhh Mr Gold! I’m cumming!!!” he yelled, his voice echoing slightly in the grand suite.

At that moment, Mr. Gold expertly raised the fruit bowl just as Brandon erupted, capturing some of the young man’s cum in his mouth while allowing the rest to splatter generously over the colorful fruit platter below. The sight was both decadent and surreal, a tableau of pleasure and submission laid bare before Mr. Chen’s watchful eye.

Mr. Gold swallowed audibly, savoring the taste before looking up at Brandon with a satisfied grin. “Delicious,” he murmured, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You truly know how to start a morning.”

Through the phone, Mr. Chen chuckled approvingly. “Well done, both of you,” he said, his tone warm with approval. “Brandon, you handled that beautifully.”

Blushing deeply yet feeling a strange sense of pride, Brandon nodded weakly, still catching his breath from the intense experience.

Mr. Gold, with a satisfied smirk, placed the fruit platter back on the table, careful to position it so that Brandon’s cum-splattered fruits were prominently displayed. He then leaned in closer to Brandon, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and lust as he savored any remnants of cum from the young man’s still erect cock.

Turning towards the phone, Mr. Gold engaged in a conversation with Mr. Chen, his voice carrying a tone of shared understanding and desire. “Mr. Chen, I must say, your protégé here is quite the performer,” he chuckled, glancing at Brandon with an appreciative nod.

Mr. Chen’s voice resonated through the phone, equally amused and approving. “Indeed, Mr. Gold. He seems to be adapting well to our little Cove traditions.”

“Absolutely,” Mr. Gold agreed, his gaze never leaving Brandon. “And remember, what happens in the Cove stays in the Cove,” he said firmly, reinforcing the unspoken rule with a meaningful glance at Brandon.

Mr. Chen echoed the phrase with a chuckle. “Indeed, what happens in the Cove stays in the Cove,” he repeated before adding warmly, “Brandon, I am so proud of you. I look forward to seeing you back home.”

With that, Mr. Chen bid them goodbye, ending the video call.

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Mr. Gold turned back to Brandon, who was still panting slightly from the intense experience. “Now my dear, why don’t you take a seat by the oak table?” he suggested gently, guiding Brandon towards a plush chair positioned strategically in front of the lavish breakfast spread.

Brandon, still catching his breath, glanced at the fruit platter and then back at Mr. Gold. “Wait Mr Gold, isn’t this breakfast for you?” he asked, confusion lacing his voice.

Mr. Gold chuckled softly, his hands already beginning to massage Brandon’s shoulders from behind. “Oh, my dear boy, I had my first course already,” he said with a sly grin, referring to Brandon’s cum.

As Mr. Gold continued to knead Brandon’s shoulders, he reached out with one hand towards the cum-splattered fruit platter. He selected a piece of fruit that was generously coated with Brandon’s essence and held it up for Brandon to see. “Open up,” he instructed gently, positioning the fruit near Brandon’s lips.

Brandon hesitated for a moment, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the sight of the fruit glistening with his own cum. “I... I have to eat that?” he stammered, a mix of apprehension and curiosity coloring his tone.

“But of course, my dear,” Mr. Gold replied soothingly, his voice dripping with encouragement. “It’s all part of the experience. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it.”

With a deep breath, Brandon opened his mouth, allowing Mr. Gold to feed him the fruit. The taste was strange yet familiar, a potent reminder of his own submission and pleasure. He chewed slowly, savoring the unique flavor as Mr. Gold watched with an approving smile.

“How does it feel?” Mr. Gold inquired, his voice soft and curious.

“It’s... ok,” Brandon admitted, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “errr not too bad?”

Mr. Gold laughed softly, picking up another piece of fruit for himself. “See? You’re learning to appreciate new sensations,” he said before taking a bite himself, relishing the taste of Brandon’s cum on the fruit.

Mr. Gold’s hands, which had been gently massaging Brandon’s shoulders, began to drift lower, tracing the contours of his muscular chest. He circled around each nipple with a tender yet firm touch, causing Brandon to shiver and moan softly.

“Your body is meant to be played Brandon,” Mr. Gold murmured, his voice laced with admiration. “It’s a pleasure to see you react like this.”

Brandon’s breath hitched as Mr. Gold continued to play with his nipples, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer twists that made him arch his back involuntarily. “Ahh... Mr. Gold... that feels good,” he admitted, his voice tinged with both embarrassment and desire.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Mr. Gold replied, his fingers dancing more boldly over Brandon’s pecs. “You have such sensitive nipples... they seem to love being touched.”

As Mr. Gold’s ministrations grew more intense, Brandon’s cock hardened once again, standing erect and throbbing in response to the older man’s skillful touch. “Your cock seems to agree,” Mr. Gold chuckled, glancing down at the impressive erection before returning his attention to Brandon’s nipples.

Brandon bit his lip, trying to contain the moans that threatened to escape. “Please... don’t stop,” he pleaded softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, I won’t,” Mr. Gold assured him, his tone promising even more pleasure. “I intend to make this experience unforgettable for you.”

With that, Mr. Gold intensified his actions, using both hands to tease and torment Brandon’s nipples while occasionally reaching down to stroke his cock, ensuring that every sensation was maximized. Brandon’s moans grew louder, filling the room with sounds of pure arousal again as he surrendered completely to Mr. Gold’s expert touch.

Suddenly, Mr. Gold, with a playful glint in his eye, maneuvered himself to sit directly on Brandon’s lap. The older man’s substantial weight pressed down on the young athlete’s quads, causing Brandon to gasp at the unexpected intimacy and heft. Their flesh touched intimately, Mr. Gold’s pale large body contrasting sharply with Brandon’s tanned and muscular form.

Mr. Gold’s pudgy, thick body rubbed constantly against Brandon’s muscles as he sat face to face with Brandon on his lap, their torsos pressed intimately together. For the first time, Brandon caught a glimpse of Mr. Gold’s cock—soft and limp, uncut, and shorter than his own.

“Put your arms around me,” Mr. Gold murmured, his voice smooth, commanding but almost desperate. “Hug me tight.” Brandon hesitated but complied, wrapping his arms around the older man.

Mr. Gold embraced him back warmly, his lips finding Brandon’s neck and planting soft kisses there. The sensation was unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting. Brandon felt a mix of embarrassment and curiosity as he realized this was his first true intimacy with an older man’s naked body. “How does it feel?” Mr. Gold whispered against his skin, his tone soothing yet probing.

“It’s... my first time...with an older man,” Brandon admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. Gold chuckled softly, his hands moving with purpose. He placed one wrinkled hand on Brandon’s nipple, gently teasing it, while the other found its way to Brandon’s hard, erect cock.

“Now,” Mr. Gold said, his voice low and encouraging, “feed me.” Brandon’s breath hitched as he reached for another piece of fruit from the platter, this one also glistening with his cum. He held it up to Mr. Gold’s mouth, watching as the older man opened wide and took a bite. “Mmm, tasty.” Mr. Gold purred, his eyes locked onto Brandon’s as he chewed slowly, savoring every bite.

Mr. Gold, still chewing the fruit laced with Brandon’s cum, suddenly leaned in and pressed his lips firmly against Brandon’s. The older man’s mouth was warm, and as he opened it, Brandon felt the sweet taste of the fruit mixed with his own essence being shared. Taken aback, Brandon’s eyes widened in shock, but Mr. Gold held his head steady with one hand, deepening the kiss while his other hand continued to stroke Brandon’s cock with a firm, rhythmic motion.

Brandon’s initial reaction was one of repulsion; the intimate sharing of his own cum via a kiss from a strange old man was a step beyond anything he had experienced. However, as Mr. Gold’s tongue explored his mouth, coaxing him to taste more deeply, a wave of arousal began to override his disgust. The sensation of Mr. Gold’s soft, wrinkled hand on his erection combined with the aggressive yet skillful kissing started to stir deep within him an unexpected enjoyment.

Mr. Gold broke the kiss briefly to look into Brandon’s eyes, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. “Enjoying this, aren’t you?” he murmured before pulling Brandon back into another passionate kiss. This time, Brandon responded a little more willingly, his body relaxing into the embrace as he surrendered further to the erotic sensations.

As they kissed, Mr. Gold’s hand worked faster on Brandon’s cock, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through his body. Brandon moaned softly into the older man’s mouth, feeling a mix of shame and delight at how much he was enjoying this intimate exchange. The line between revulsion and pleasure blurred, leaving only the raw thrill of submission and desire.

As they continued to kiss, Mr. Gold’s movements became more deliberate, his heavy body shifting with a surprising agility that belied his age. With practiced precision, he maneuvered himself closer to Brandon, their bodies melding together in a strange physical juxtaposition. Mr Gold’s eyes never left Brandon’s, locking onto them with a greedy gleam as he guided the young athlete’s throbbing cock towards his own eager entrance. The anticipation was electric, the air thick with the scent of arousal and tension.

Mr. Gold’s hand wrapped firmly around Brandon’s shaft, aligning it perfectly with his own trembling hole. He raised himself slightly, positioning his ass directly over the veiny, pulsating erection that begged for entry. Taking a deep breath, his expression one of intense focus and unbridled anticipation, he murmured against Brandon’s lips, “Ready, my dear?” His voice was a low, seductive rumble. Not waiting for a response, Mr. Gold began to impale himself onto Brandon’s leaking cock in a slow, deliberate motion.

Brandon’s initial reaction was one of pure shock. The reality of Mr. Gold sitting himself on his cock was overwhelming, and a part of him wanted to shove the older man away, to escape this bizarre and intimate situation. But as Mr. Gold moved with sexual precision and prowess, each descent sending waves of pleasure coursing through Brandon’s body, he found himself paralyzed by the sensation.

Mr. Gold’s eyes still locked onto Brandon’s, filled with a deep sense of worship and desire that both unnerved and thrilled Brandon. The older man’s movements were slow and reverent, as if he were performing some sacred ritual. Despite his initial shock and desire to flee, Brandon couldn’t deny the intense pleasure that Mr. Gold’s worshipful actions were eliciting from him. The older man’s expressions of adoration and the sheer intensity of their physical connection left Brandon feeling strangely empowered yet utterly submissive. He was caught in a whirlwind of emotions and sensations, each thrust bringing him closer to surrender.

As Mr. Gold began to lower himself down, the sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced; the head of his cock pressing against the older man’s tight opening, stretching it wide as he was slowly engulfed. “Ahhh... Mr. Gold...” Brandon gasped, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and arousal.

With deliberate precision, Mr. Gold continued his descent, inch by inch, swallowing Brandon’s length until he was fully consumed by the young man’s throbbing erection. The feeling of being enveloped by the older man’s warm, tight body sent waves of pleasure coursing through Brandon’s veins.

Mr. Gold let out a satisfied groan, his eyes half-closed with ecstasy as he adjusted to the sensation of being filled so completely. “Feels so good,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with lust. “Your cock is perfect inside me.”

The room fell silent as if to allow for the sounds of labored breathing and the soft squelching noises as Mr. Gold adjusted to the fullness inside him. Mr Gold leaned back slightly, allowing Brandon to fully appreciate the sight of his cock disappearing into the older man’s body. The contrast between Mr. Gold’s pale, chunky frame and Brandon’s tanned, muscular form was stark and erotic, each movement drawing out gasps and moans from both participants.

The room seemed to spin around them, the only reality being the intimate connection between their bodies. Mr. Gold began to move, lifting himself up before sinking back down onto Brandon’s shaft, each movement eliciting a fresh wave of pleasure that left them both gasping for breath. Mr. Gold’s hands moved to brace himself on either side of Brandon’s muscular shoulders, his fingers digging into Brandon’s toned arms. He began to rock his hips slowly, savoring the sensation of being filled by the young athlete beneath him. Each thrust was precise and calculated, crafted to heighten the ecstasy for both of them. Mr. Gold’s movements were methodical, each descent a testament to his experience and desire, ensuring that every inch of Brandon’s cock was met with equal intensity.

The sensation was overwhelming; each inch of penetration felt like an electric shock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both men. Mr. Gold’s muscles clenched rhythmically around the invading member, squeezing and releasing in a tantalizing dance of desire.

Brandon’s hands inadvertently found their way to Mr. Gold’s hips, gripping tightly as he encouraged the older man to move faster, deeper. Mr. Gold’s eyes locked onto Brandon’s once more, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he quickened his pace.

“Feel that, my dear?” he whispered hoarsely, his voice laced with lust and triumph. “Your cock inside me... it feels so good. Tell me how you feel my hot jock.”

“It’s... incredible,” Brandon admitted, his voice barely above a whisper as he felt every ridge and vein of his cock being squeezed tightly by Mr. Gold’s inner muscles. “Oh god... you’re so tight Mr Gold...” he moaned, his hands gripping Mr. Gold’s hips tightly.

Mr Gold encouraged Brandon. “Fuck me Brandon. Fuck me hard.”

His body responded involuntarily to each thrust, arching off the chair in a desperate bid for more contact. The friction grew unbearable as Mr. Gold rode him harder, their bodies slapping together with increasing urgency. Every nerve ending seemed to be on fire, every thrust driving them closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

As Mr. Gold continued to bounce on Brandon’s dick, he unleashed a torrent of expletives, his voice filled with raw lust and admiration. “Fuck, you’re so hot, Brandon! Your cock is amazing, so hard and throbbing inside me!” he shouted, each word punctuated by the vigorous movement of his hips.

The praise fueled Brandon’s arousal, driving him closer to the brink. “Mr. Gold, I’m gonna cum!” he yelled, his voice cracking with intensity.

Without missing a beat, Mr. Gold quickly dismounted, positioning himself deftly in front of Brandon’s pulsing erection. “I want every drop,” he growled, his eyes locked onto the young man’s as he prepared to swallow the impending release.

Brandon’s body tensed, his muscles quivering with the force of his climax. “Here it comes!” he screamed, his voice echoing through the grand suite. With a series of deep, shuddering thrusts from Mr. Gold’s previous movements still ringing in his ears, Brandon erupted, shooting thick streams of cum directly into Mr. Gold’s open mouth.

Mr. Gold caught every spurt, his lips sealed tightly around the head of Brandon’s cock as he swallowed greedily. “Yes, yes! Fill my mouth, you magnificent stud!” he exclaimed between gulps, savoring the taste and texture of Brandon’s essence.

The room was filled with the sounds of Brandon’s heavy breathing and Mr. Gold’s satisfied moans as he continued to suckle gently, ensuring not a single drop was wasted. The sight was both explicit and intimate, a testament to the raw power of their connection in that moment.

Mr. Gold, his mouth still wrapped around Brandon’s softening cock, nuzzled gently against it, the warmth of his breath sending a final shiver through Brandon. With a content sigh, he looked up at Brandon, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and longing.

“You know, my dear,” Mr. Gold murmured, “I find myself quite enamored with your company. We must meet regularly. You bring such... vitality to my days.”

Mr. Gold, with a satisfied smile, went into the room and produced two crisp business cards. He handed them to Brandon with a meaningful look. “This is for you, my dear,” he said, his voice smooth and reassuring. “One is mine, of course, and the other belongs to a very close associate, Mr. Porkski. He handles my... more discreet affairs.”

Brandon accepted the cards, his fingers brushing lightly against Mr. Gold’s as he took them. The texture of the thick cardstock seemed to whisper secrets in his hand. “Discreet affairs?” he queried, his curiosity piqued by the mysterious term.

Mr. Gold leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. “Indeed,” he affirmed, his voice low and conspiratorial. “There are venues—exclusive sanctuaries where men like us can explore... shall we say, more intimate desires. Places like saunas, bathhouses, and private clubs where your allure would be unmatched.”

A thrill mixed with apprehension coursed through Brandon at the explicit implications of Mr. Gold’s words. “And Mr. Porkski manages these places for you?” he inquired, his voice steady despite the tumult within.

“Precisely,” Mr. Gold replied, his tone laden with suggestion. “We would be delighted to guide you through these exclusive realms. Imagine, Brandon, being feted in such hallowed spaces, your every wish anticipated, your every desire fulfilled, your every move celebrated.”

“And what about Mr. Chen?” Brandon inquired, curiosity mingling with a touch of trepidation as he considered the broader implications of his encounters. “Does he know about these... arrangements?”

Mr. Gold’s smile grew, a cat-like satisfaction curving his lips. “Oh, indeed he does,” he confirmed, his voice a silken murmur. “Mr. Chen is quite aware of our little establishments and finds them most... invigorating. ”

Brandon felt a surge of both pride and unease at the revelation. To be so valued by such powerful men was heady, yet the stakes seemed ever higher. “He approves, then?” he asked, seeking clarity amidst the swirl of emotions.

“Approve? He revels in it,” Mr. Gold corrected, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. “Mr. Chen and of course, I see in you something special, Brandon. A rare talent that enriches our community. These cards are more than just contacts—they’re keys to a world where your abilities are not just appreciated but worshipped.”

The weight of Mr. Gold’s words settled on Brandon, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through him. The path ahead was shrouded in mystery, yet the allure of being embraced by such influential figures was undeniable. “I... see,” he managed, his mind racing with possibilities and questions.

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