Before the throne
On exiting the suite Spencer grabbed a couple things off the dresser. In the hall, Rick removed the chastity from the steward against what would have been loud protest save for the gag in his mouth. Spencer moved a chest-high decorative table to the front of the doors marked "A12", upon which the steward was placed on his back, eyes wide in suspicion.
"Presentation!" Spencer said to the steward.
The boy raised his legs and grabbed his ankles. Spencer zip tied the wrists and ankles with what he had taken from the suite's dresser.
"Doesn't look appetizing, does he?"
"Okay 'cum-slut' we're going to loosen you up for your next assignment ". Spencer said as he removed the gag and replaced it with his dick. Rick sprayed some lube on the steward's hole and his own freshly hardened dick, then eased his member into the sweet looking pink hole. "Wow, a cute looking pink rosebud. You should tap this too, Spence "
"Hopefully it'll be nice and loose when we get back" putting his hand around the steward's neck "We're gonna leave you with cum on your chin, dripping temptingly from your "pink rose bud" and you're going to leave a nice puddle of your own jizz on your stomach. That should get every perv here to want to add to the mix."
Duly instructed the steward wrapped a fist around his own stiffening dick and began stroking.
The corridor was the main access to most of the hotel rooms, so the boys grew a small crowd to watch the show they were presenting. As soon as Rick began thrusting into the tantalizing "pussy" he knew it wouldn't take long to climax, especially watching Spencer fucking the boy's mouth and the boy himself looking soon to shoot his load.
The steward, Nyah, was in "sex pig heaven". Still tasting the cum from earlier, and now having both holes plowed was the "ultimate".
The reason he took the job at the hotel was for this very fantasy to take place. The boy had flashing thoughts of his older brother fucking him, his introduction to gay sex. His gateway. He could think of nothing more fulfilling to do. Not stupid, Nyah knew his life as a sex-boy, a fuck-boy was not to last forever, but for now behind his closed eyes he saw Roman, the brother, smiling at him while also stroking him.
Spencer was breaking into Nyah's throat, with gag reflex somewhat controlled he took it with only a little discomfort. Rick on the other hand was aiming right at the steward's prostate. Nyah knew he'd shoot first. He was wondering if he should back off to let these two hotel guests go first. Spencer solved the dilemma by beginning a furious banging of his mouth, sure to be cumming first. Rick had such a forceful grip on his haunches the steward figured he would have bruises. Even here at the hotel bruises were badges of honor; meaning a job well done.
Nyah was happy. The master of this suite had reserved the room for a month; plenty of sex was a sure thing. He hoped they'd take him to the resort to see the ceremony.
Spencer and Rick left cum dripping from Nyah's "fuck holes", and figured mission accomplished. There were already a couple of spectators to take their places. The steward smiled and once more grabbed his ankles.
"I wonder how long we should stay away" Rick asked.
"Hopefully enough time to check the play rooms this place is famous for. " Spencer had heard of fisting parlors, orgy rooms, daddy-day-care, throat lovers room, the cum-dump palace and the "training room" ( BDSM training.)
Dicks still dripping, the two headed to the back patio. So far almost everyone they passed was naked. The exception being hotel staff who wore thongs and bow ties. Sampling each other's dripping penises issue they shared the kindred spirit of two boys who were more than just friends; despite having known one another only a very short time.
The vitiligo which affected Rick's penis was genetic; his mother suffered a much greater condition. Rick was quite happy with his pink dick head; it always attracted attention, and often turned red when the shaft was hard. While assigned to the Annex at the Academy he was dubbed "Rudolf the red dicked sex pig" a nickname which he was glad to loose when graduating.
"I'm all-in for "daddy-day-care", the poster for it showed a black man with a mutant cock. I want it to destroy my ass, to leave me limping!" Rick declared.
"I love watching you get railed. That should be a super turn on. I'm curious about the training room."
Spencer knew the resort had a "slave stage" which operated 24/7. The slave volunteers for thirty days straight; the master alternated. Spencer was researching for Lonnie, the porn director and his ad hoc "master". The producer was considering a video stream just like it.
Alon's three fingers were still in the boy's throat, his groans were muffled but audible; and arousing to the virgin boy. A mixture of envy for the steward being fucked by his master and pure lust just listening to them both. Panting, moaning , masters halting speech while trying to multitask fucking and talking.
"Excuse me for interrupting you master but may I masturbate? This is all so hot it's making me hard."
"No Alon. When I'm done with the boy I want you to fuck him and mix our two seeds. I have a plan in mind."
Alon was more than disappointed but at the same time very pleased at the prospect of fucking this boy right after his master. Salacious was the word that came to his mind.
"Yes, Master. As you wish."
The master had increased his fervor fucking the steward. Having held Alon's gaze through the whole scene, they shared a widening grin. He then realized his master was going to climax.
With loud butt slapping against thigh, master shot a load into the boy's ass. Closing his eyes, softly moaning, his gaze refixed itself on his student.
"Your turn, son. "
The boy turned himself away from Alon so that his butt was against the student's hardness. Alon gasped. Holding his dick close to the sweaty boy's body, he felt the wet hole and was immediately possessed to jam it in hard. To feel this boy cringe and moan at the sudden intrusion made Alon feel that much more wanton. His dick slid in easily, eliciting no response more than a satisfied sigh.
Alon was surprised at the warm feeling it gave him. The wetness, a combination of flavored lube and the master's semen, was intoxicating. The thought of mixing his own seed with this warm inside puddle encouraged Alon to swiftly begin thrusting. He fantasized about what it must taste like; that thought brought a rush of g-spot activity which told him he was cumming! But shit, he thought, it hasn't been more than sixty seconds.
At that moment the steward clenched his sphincter and Alon shot into the mixture. His orgasm was intense and for a moment, paralyzing. He held his breath.
"Breathe Alon. I know it feels good. You deserve that feeling whenever you want it. After tomorrow your entire body will be your own to control. "
Alon stayed inside the steward until he felt his dick soften, "Master, may I remove this boys chastity?"
"The boys are ours for as long as we stay, we can do anything we want with them" The master laid back while Alon turned the boy around to unlock the device. His very touch of the boys cage earned Alon a groan of frustration and pain from the tethered boy. . "Im taking it off, I want you to feel what I feel when I cum. And I want to taste you, if you like I'll bring some back for you to get a taste. ."
Alon surprised himself with his lasciviousness, he blamed Spencer and Rick. The chastity came off and Alon watched as the boys dick quickly engorged; the virgin boy had scooted his mouth to the level of the steward's freshly freed dick. The hard-on was uncut but as the shaft lengthened the foreskin was pulled back by Alon to reveal an acorn head with a long slit. The slit was wet but not yet flowing with pre-cum. Alon started licking the boys cleanly shaved ball sack; he took one ball into his mouth and moved his pinned tongue over it. The boy sighed deeply and his whole e body flexed; Alon released that testicle and gently licked then sucked in the second. He felt his tongue pin again push into the sensitive orb, with a similar result. Next, both balls were being slathered in Alon's wet mouth. He tugged lightly which induced another groan. He tugged harder and as the boy seemed to spasm, Alon moved his tongue to the boys now pre-cum soaked dick. Licking the sweet liquid, Alon moved his hand to the boys loose and oozy anus, slipping a finger inside he easily found the prostate and began rubbing it. The steward squirmed in an effort to dislodge or encourage the massage, Alon couldn't tell which. It really didn't matter, Alon had a game plan. Three loads would be mixing in the boys rectum. Master's, Alon's and that which Alon was going to spit into the steward's pink loose rosebud.
Alon had seen a scene similar at the Academy and promised himself to one day do the same. Originally he had planned for the butt to be his own to held the carnal mixture; this seemed just as good at the moment.
The steward's prostate was hardening, which Alon was taught meant it was very close to issuing its contents to merge with the sperm coming from the ball sack. With the steward's dick now in Alon's mouth, a finger aggressively massaging the prostate, two fingers now entered the boys throat.
Wriggling and attempting to groan or yell or whatever, the boy shot a surprisingly large amount of cum into the virgin boy's mouth.
The stewards sphincter clenched on Alon's finger and teeth bit ever so lightly on the two digits in the boy's mouth. A groan lasting at least thirty seconds ended with the boy relaxing as much as he could, after all he was tethered.
Moving the boy so his butt faced Alon's mouth, semen from his mouth was forced in to blend with the other two deposits. Done, Alon thought. Moving to the boy's mouth, his blue jeweled tongue pin was still slathered with this boy's cum. Alon's and the steward's tongues met in a tender kiss; the smiling boys parted.
Alon pulled an orange plug/vibrator from the bedside table's drawer and easily planted it in the steward's ass. The vibration was set low.
"You'll keep our concoction in there til morning, then we'll decide what you'll do with it."
The master listened and watched as Alon orchestrated this scene. He was proud of his student. The master decided his student will be a superior sex pig.
Rick had been the only bottom to attend "daddy-day-care", so the five "caregivers" had gang banged by spit roast their pupil for an hour. After that one man laid on his back, the others carried Rick to the reclining man and sat the boy on the caregiver's cock. Rick watched as the remaining four men double tapped his ass and a couple even shot their load. They were kind in asking Rick where he wanted it: mouth or throat or ass. Both holes were christened.
Rick could barely stand but the men labeled him "well fucked" with black marker and put a gold star on his right butt cheek.
Luckily Spencer had been outside daddy-day-care waiting for Rick. The two boys collapsed together on the corridor floor, caring less about blocking traffic; both could barely walk.
Spencer also wore a badge, verifying his time spent in the training room. He had been put in a hot tie and backed up into a fucking machine , where he stayed for an hour. The masters in the room all used Spencer's mouth and throat while inviting others to "come enjoy the slave". His badge was delivered by black leather lash to his back and butt. The welts looked excruciating.
Arms wrapped around each other's shoulders Spencer and Rick slowly ambled back to their room, not caring if they had been gone long enough.
The two stood draped over one another and stared at the spectacle in front of Suite A 12.
"Is he dead?"
The steward was laying across the table, head hanging over one side, his legs dangling over the other.
"I've never seen so much cum in my life" said Rick.
The boy wasn't the only one to jizz on his own stomach. It looked as if a couple dozen had done so. There was such a quantity that rivulets of the semen streaked both sides of his torso.
"Damn Spencer, look at his butt. "
"Holy fuck!!" Spencer looked and smiled.
The boy's butt hole was slightly agape with a steady stream oozing out into the puddle already on the table.
"His face looks like some kind of cosmetic mask or something " Both boys stared. The steward was covered head to toe with the hotel guests's semen. Someone had sprayed his face then smeared it to cover his face.
"Whatever your name is you won the grand prize." Looking at Rick, "Let's get him inside, he can bunk with us. The couch folds out into a bed. Besides, I kinda like the looks of that gaping hole".
"We should shower him first, don't you think?"
Spencer gave Rick a look of defeat.
"Hell no, put him in bed like that. We'll sleep and wake up smelling just like him"
" Yeah! Okay! I could think of worse things "
