Chapter Two
Into the Den
The first venture into 'The Den', through the door in the workshop was more than an adventure for Jon. Greeted by Tommy he was ushered quietly but firmly into the lengthy corridor by two helpers wearing white robes. These helpers were about his height and had humanoid faces in that each looked like a person, but its' nose/mouth/eyes/forehead all seemed to flow into each other as the curves were smoother. He could not tell whether they were boys or girls and they said nothing, just helped him along by each holding one of his hands whilst their other hand was in the small of his back. They came to a door with strange markings on the nameplate, made from circles and triangles. Before the door opened the helper on his right turned to him and put his hand to Jon's forehead. As the door then slowly swung inwards Jon was aware that the room was full of light and then he woke up in his bedroom.
Kindly Ham was leaning over him saying his name. Jon opened his eyes and felt strangely relaxed. He heard Ham say, "Don't try to move, just lay there a while." As he lay he became aware that he felt differently, but just could not put his finger on it. He realised a few days later that what was missing was the background pain he had always felt. It was as though his body had been cleansed of something - and so it had. He never had a day's illness subsequently.
It had been almost over half a year now and each day he had met Tommy at the door with his friendly greeting of 'Welcome young Sir. How can I help you?' and each day he would reply 'I would like you to teach me more.' Tommy would take him to the 'Classroom' door, and, inside they would sit facing each other. Tommy would touch Jon's forehead and the next thing Jon would know was that he was sitting in his chair in his bedroom, looking out over the gardens through the windows. But today was to be different. Today Ham told him at breakfast that he had been so good with his lessons that today were going to be special. He was to ask Tommy to give him some 'Rest and Recreation'. Jon was not sure what this was and when he asked, was told by Ham to just wait and see, but the twinkle in Ham's eyes told him it would be fun.
"I would like some 'Rest and Recreation, please Tommy," Jon said, and with an "As you wish young Sir," Tommy took him to a new door. This time Tommy stayed behind and, bidding him "Enjoy yourself," left him to enter on his own. This room was dimly lit but on entering further a spotlight came on to light an entrance covered with a curtain. Beside it stood a helper in the usual white robe. "What will be the nature of this entertainment?" asked the helper. "I am not sure," replied Jon. Not unexpectedly the helper touched Jon's forehead and then held the curtain to one side. "All has been arranged. I am now aware that you have never visited this area. Please be assured that no harm can come to you, and that no part of your stay here will be recorded. The helpers here are for your pleasure and enjoyment. The fantasy you will receive today is from your own imagination so enjoy it to the full. Please remove your clothes in the booth to the left and then proceed."
When Jon had undressed he left the booth and walked down the corridor, which was just lit. He came to a door and opened it. Inside was completely dark. As he entered he was aware that the room was slightly warmer than the previous, and that he was not alone. A hand touched him in the small of his back and stroked up towards his neck and head. Strangely, he felt no apprehension being naked, and being fondled. Another two hands came out of the dark and landed on his breasts, slowly rolling his nipples until he could feel them hardening. He stood there unafraid, enjoying the feeling of the hand going up and down his spine whilst the other two massaged his front and nipples. Then he felt hands on his legs, rippling up and down from his ankles to just above his knees. He moved his feet so that the inside of his upper legs could be stroked. Hands slowly stroked his inner thighs, getting higher and higher until the fingers were bumping and brushing his ball sack. He felt a hand pull back the foreskin on his rapidly thickening cock. It started to stroke up and down the length, slick with some lubrication. Hands stroked his hair, face, cheeks, over his shoulders, over his nipples, his arms, across his stomach, circling and kneading his buttocks, his legs, but for Jon the most amazing feeling was the hands that cupped his balls, gently squeezing and rolling them whilst another hand pumped up and down his very hard dick, from the root where it strained out from his body to the end where it slipped over and back across his engorged, flared glans, at a speed slightly slower that when he wanked himself, but slightly more insistent. He could feel his climax building. He moved his feet further apart so that the space between anus and ball sack could be reached. Fingers immediately stroked this and then a finger from behind him eased slickly and easily into his puckered bum hole. It pushed in and out a couple of times and then remained stationary. He imagined he could feel it growing thicker, stretching his ring muscles open, and then realised it was. And it was getting longer! It slowly grew in his anal canal until it came to, and started to tickle, his prostate. Then a warm, soft, wet feeling enveloped his cockhead, and began to work up and down the head whilst the hand speeded up on his pulsing length. Being assaulted both on his cock and up his arse, Jon's climax grew. The thick finger became ridged as it moved in and out his ring, whilst it's end rubbed time and again against his prostate, making him almost stand on his toes with the exhilarating, sexually sensual feeling. Jon arched his back and felt his balls tighten, before his stomach muscles pulsed and the familiar tight feeling as his arsehole clenched again and again as he began shooting his boiling hot cum into the black room. He ran out of spunk after the sixth convulsion and continued to dry cum in time to the stimulation up his bum. Time after time his juvenile frame shuddered and bucked as he ejaculated himself totally dry like he had never done before. He felt a tongue wash round his helmet, slick with his cum, cleaning the remaining traces of his explosions of cumjuice. The finger in his bum slowly deflated and removed itself. The massaging hands gently faded away, leaving him almost hanging in space as he gained his senses. Slowly the light returned to the room, which was now empty of helpers. He looked down at the floor, and the six lines of spunk that it was striped with. One stripe went almost four feet from where he stood. He felt the end of his dick as it became flaccid. His finger and thumb slid over each other, lubricated by the pearl of cum they had found dripping off the end of his foreskin. A doorway ahead became apparent and he walked forward. When he had wanked himself previously, he always felt his legs to be tired and aching, but not this time. His pace had a spring in it as he moved forward to the next room.
More to cum another day.............