The run-through was good. Lonny had Rick deepthroating Tyler while Spencer was fucking him. Still taking place on the ottoman, Lonny called the others over to make the scene a gang bang. The boys were told to rapidly fuck both of Tyler's holes and to keep it up until they were told it was time to cum. The trick of the scene was the fast pace. The deepthroating kept Tyler gasping and gagging but that worked like planned. The ass clapping was an added treat due to the sweat the boys were generating. Tyler tried to tug on his own dick but kept getting sidetracked by deep throat gagging. His body was jerking up and down from the gagging and back and forth by the force of the guys fucking his ass. He was barely allowed a deep breath between dicks down his throat, his arms were flailing at his sides. Tyler's groans were from stress, the others from pleasure. The mix delighted Lonny.
For the cum shots each boy jacked until ready to cum, with the last few strokes each boy came
in Tyler's ass, the camera catching closeups of cummy dicks popping out of the boys asshole with cum-bubbles following.
Lonny realized the editing would be time consuming, but he got the rapid fire gang bang he wanted. Tyler had signaled for frequent breaks so the whole scene took two hours to wrap.
"Get some lunch. There's a spread in the kitchen, stay naked is my suggestion. We have two more scenes to shoot."
The lunch spread was indeed extensive, everything to make a deluxe sandwich with, several kinds of chips, granola bars.
The boys looked at the food with disappointment until Spencer announced he was ordering pizza. The boys looked satisfied with that.
There were two other studio spaces being used but only with two or three actors per, Lonny was pissed.
"And I get six!!" Lonny said to no one in particular.
"They look happy, Lon, what's the problem?" One of the other directors, Chiron, asked, a little too loudly.
"No problem at all. I'm obviously the only guy here who can deal with six fucking teenagers at a time. Naked or not. " Lonny lied.
He also had no idea what he was going to film next.
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Alon was helped into the reclining barber chair, his ankles in stirrups which had magically appeared from up above. His legs were spread wide.
"Sweet hole, Alon"
"Uh....thanks.....I guess".
"You've got a little stubble down there, I'll shave it off for you" Jimmy, the barber said.
"Uh...um...."
But Jimmy was gone, to return brandishing a straight razor and a can of whipped cream.
Alon was unbelieving, he'd always been fastidious about keeping his entire body smooth and hairless. He'd never seen a straight razor before, seeing it now the panic started to creep up.
"Whipped cream?" Rick chuckled and asked.
"Of course! who wants to lick up shaving cream? Yuck!!"
The absurdity got a chuckle from everyone but Alon.
Spencer was standing next to the barber chair , "Don't worry about Jimmy. He's just a perv, wants to rub his nose in your junk. Take a walk Jim, we're taking over now."
Alon was clearly confused. He felt the unhealed pain of the bellybutton piercing and the tongue pin kept clacking against his teeth; he felt like a freak show clown laying in the chair with his legs spread wide open, feet in the air.
"Is that bewilderment I see in your face. Alon?"
Spencer had his hands on his hips. "Rick's going to help me get you ready for your master. We get the "virgin" ready so the master can pop his virgin's cherry...so to speak"
Alon's confusion quickly turned to alarm; he didn't know what to do with his hands, so he covered his hard-on. He desperately wanted to jump up and run. Closing his eyes he steeled himself.
"Yeah, I was freaked-out too, first time. You're lucky you're getting the "royal" treatment, I got mine in an alley behind a bar I wasn't old enough to go into. " The alarm on Alon's face didn't fade, he just looked redder, if that was even possible. "Dude!! Your first time will be one to remember......happily!! We think the first time should be the best time. Calm down, this is a great thing. We're all here to make your experience a beautiful thing to remember. You don't see it now but you're one lucky fuck".
The Southern California high desert is the home of an internationally famed BDSM gay resort. Once an expansive residential estate, it was converted to a haven for the BDSM gay community worldwide. The surrounding area was unpopulated and undeveloped. That was two years ago, today a thriving community sprung up establishing a predominantly gay small township. Business of all types were drawn to the area and the town currently boasted a population of 8000-10000 permanent residents, a thriving tourist town. Some called it a high desert Provincetown.
Alon and his master were paying a visit first to a small hotel and several businesses in town, then to the famed resort. A whole month had been planned and booked for the two by the League.
"Is it always this hot here, Master?"
"Most of the year. The weather is what makes this area a year-round destination. "
The two wore their League garb and both were beyond uncomfortable in the triple digit heat.
"Once at the hotel there's no dress code, per se, it's clothing optional. Their policies concerning what guests wear is as loose as it is at the resort. You'll be able to show off your new jewelry,
The New Palace Hotel was a single story 135 room haven for horny men from the nearby San Bernardino valley. The hotel sold discounted day passes to the resort, so this place stayed busy. There were plenty of distractions at the New Palace but nothing like the resort which had several acres and diversions devoted to entertaining their guests, giving them the most carnally pleasant visit possible.
Alon nd his master checked in then led to a wide hallway lined with naked boys all kneeling with heads down, backs straight and hands in laps. It took a couple minutes for Alon to realize the kneeling boys, all in chastity. were sitting on vibrating dildos.
Alon whispered to his master: "Master, what's going on here?"
"These boys are stewards, Alon. We choose one or two to be with us for our stay."
"But Master, I thought Spencer and Rick were staying with us"
"They are, but not until we move to the resort, they're over there now getting us checked in" The master was scrutinizing the two rows of boys. Every body style was represented , from bear cub to slick smooth twinks.
"Pick one, Alon. "
Alon was stumped. This was indeed a first. Choosing a boy to stay with them as room steward!?
"Master, they're all naked and caged; I don't feel like I can do this....."
The master approached a skinny twink with red short hair. "What's your name, son?"
The boy looked at the master with a welcoming smile: "You may call me whatever you desire, Master. "
"How long have you been on the vibrator?"
The stewards were primed for sex in several ways. The vibrating dildo, ED meds twice each day, and the chastity device to restrict erections in the belief the boys will be more than ready to fulfill the guests' sexual wishes once removed.
"About an hour, Master"
The master looked to Alon for a comment. The boy was mute, not really knowing what was being asked of him by his master's raised eyebrows.
"Alon, is this boy acceptable to you? "
Alon nodded slightly, not sure if it was the right answer.
"Good. Take our bags to room A12 and be prepared for bed service." The boy cautiously removed himself from the dildo and quickly followed his orders.
"Your turn to choose, Alon."
Somehow he knew this was coming. Scanning the assortment he held his breath. What if he chose the wrong boy? What if his master didn't approve? .....what was the purpose of two stewards, anyway? Alon thought but said nothing.
"If you don't want to choose, I can do it for you but I prefer we have a steward of your choosing. If he is unsatisfactory we can exchange him for another. That costs more, but the League is picking up the tab, so go ahead. You're feeling pressured I know but you're not. Take your time"
The hell I'm not, Alon thought as he surveyed the boys, all naked. All sitting on vibrating dildos. For an instant that fact seemed extremely ludicrous. He couldn't help but grin.
A kneeling boy had raised his gaze to Alon and seeing the boy smiling, smiled too.
"Nice choice, Alon. " the master assumed the friendly smiles were as good as having chosen. "Help the other steward with our things and have a lunch of fruit and salads sent to the room"
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master" the boy was soon trailing after the other steward.
"We want one of you tethered to the bed, in the middle. "
"Yes Master, we will Master"
Alon had learned about tethering at the Academy. The BDSM training involved all types of bondage. Tethering was just another way of reminding the sub or "slave" that his every moment is controlled by his master, thought Alon. At the Academy he had been tethered in the training session but most instruction was how to secure the subject properly for desired results. Some masters, he was told want nothing more than to impress on the subject he is always to be available for his masters pleasure. Some just like a urinal handy during the night. Alon wondered what his master had in mind for them.
After selecting their stewards, the master had a meeting with the administrator. League business was boring to Alon , not being a participant in this discussion he was on his knees; a position he was informed that he will often be required to take.
Standing up was a challenge. Alon's knees were sore from the floor, his legs felt tingly, like they were "asleep". He was grateful not to have been expected to spring up any quicker.
Alon's master explained the meeting he'd had with the hotel manager but the boy's concentration was on the stewards in the hallway who were sitting on vibrating dildos. Seeing two dildos currently not being occupied by a steward made Alon groan with envy. ' How much longer do I have to be a virgin? He thought but again said nothing.
The master noticed the boy's distress and silently chuckled. The plan was working well, the boy will be begging to be fucked, probably already was though silently. He's not aware of what's ahead for him, it'd scare the shit out of him if he knew. Spencer will spill the beans though, the master realized. Boys will be boys.
The door to the suite was dark wood with what appeared to be gold-plate edging and highlights. The words "SUITE A12 CUM often, the management," were centered on the massive entrance.
Alon wasn't amused. The master had seen it many times before and still felt it inappropriate as far he was concerned.
The suite was as garish as the door. The first thing one sees is a life sized statue of a young, man on his knees, sporting a raging hard-on. Raging because it seemed to be pulsing, as Alon stepped further into the foyer a white fluid began oozing from the statue's erection. After the initial shock Alon saw the sign on the floor below. "Drink and receive salvation, sit and you'll take with you a Halcyon moment of pleasure."
"Master? What does that mean exactly?" Alon pointed to the sign below the oozing marble boy.
"Before we leave the desert I'll let you find out for yourself "
As if the greeting statue wasn't enough, a king sized bed dominated the room with a boy splayed between bedposts with Spencer aggressively fucking the boys throat. Rick lay between the boy' legs slurping what appeared to be jelly and whipped cream from the boy's privates.
A smiling Spencer turned to address the two: "Alon!! Master!! We didnt expect you so soon."
The second steward, the one supposedly picked by Alon lay between Rick's legs, a bottle of whipped cream squirting into the brown butthole. The smiling steward turned to display a cream covered face; his opal pinned tongue licking his lips.
