Mer-Boy Kit
by GGDC
Author's Note: This is a tale of a naive and submissive young man's exploration of his sexuality and of his seduction by a group of masterful men. It is set eight decades in the future where STDs are completely under control, nudity taboos are almost absent from social life, and medical advances have extended the human life span to several centuries. The USA is also fully on the metric system.
It contains graphic descriptions of the male human body, of consensual sexual activity between adult males, the youngest of whom is seventeen years old, and features light bondage. The use of words or terms like 'boy', 'teen', 'youth', 'lad', etc, signify only the gender of the characters and does not mean they are underrage.
If any of this would offend a reader, read no further. This is not intended for persons younger than an age where they may freely and legally select their reading matter in whatever jurisdiction applies.
This is fiction, not reportage. None of the characters is intended to resemble any person living or dead.
It is offered for entertainment. If it manages to both entertain and to provoke prurient interest, it will have succeeded in its aim. Writing this tale has been the most fun the author has had wearing clothes in a very long time. Well, since my last story.
Readers who like this story might also try my 'Jungle Boy' stories in the Gay/Authoritarian section of the Archive, a sexy spoof of Hollywood, or my 'Daphne Boy' stories in the Gay/Historical section.
My futuristic series 'Track and Field' in Gay/SF Fantasy section is set in the same fictional future as the Mer-Boy stories. Even if you don't normally read science fiction, you might like these stories. The SF element is mostly a device to set the story into a future where taboos against casual public nudity are almost absent and my pretty boy protagonists can benefit from genetic enhancement that arrests aging in the late teens for three or four centuries. It also gives these lads a supercharged sex drive.
Comments and feedback welcome.
Chapter 1. The Leeward Islands
The sun woke the boy at dawn. The others on the schooner were fast asleep in the cabin below, but the youth, only in his mid-teens by his slight stature, was stretched out on deck. The boat swung at anchor in a cove in one of the northern islands of the Lesser Antilles. Wavelets made a slapping sound on the hull of the excursion schooner.
Not caring to wake anyone else at the crack of dawn just because he was an early riser and a light sleeper, Kit Covington went to the bow to empty his bladder. That done, he drank some juice and water, then started his yoga exercises. His body was slender yet muscular, his smooth skin bronzed with the even tan of one often nude out of doors. Like many youths in the final decade of the twenty-first century he had used a one-time depilatory which left him permanently beardless and hairless all over. For the rest of his life he would never have to shave anywhere.
He rather liked the lines of his trim body clean and free of distracting body hair. Being smooth all over made him feel more naked and sexy, especially they way the tube of his manhood sprouted directly from his belly wall rather than from a wiry thicket, with his balls fully exposed to the air. Kit knew his clean lines looked better for sports too where most competition was in the nude anyway.
Shaking his medium length blond locks, Kit dove into the sea and swam toward the island. More of a glorified sandbar than an islet, it boasted a stand of trees and a few shrubs that screened one side from the other. He did not go ashore right away, instead swimming back and forth across the cove for the better part of an hour, relishing the feel of the warm waters touching him everywhere, exulting in the strength and power of his strokes, the rhythmic breathing steadying him emotionally as it always did. Endorphins really were the drug of choice for an athletic youth like Kit.
After he slogged his way ashore Kit decided to walk around the island taking in the view: the white sands, a green sea dotted with islets, a blue sky, palm tops moving with the warm wind. It felt primeval being alone on a desert island untouched by the hand of man. True, Kit was there, but a slender nude boy was hardly an intrusion of civilization.
The excursion on the schooner was just one of many clothing-optional vacation cruises and resorts available these days. Kit did not feel the least bit self-conscious about public nudity whether on the schooner or at any beach resort in the Caribbean. A sexy pretty boy like him was always welcome to prance around naked or 'en tenue d'Adam', dressed like Adam, as they say on French Martinique.
Nudity taboos were disappearing at last in America, the last holdout for prudery in the developed countries. Boys competed naked in high school and college sports like track and field and aquatics, reviving the traditions of the ancient Olympians. The only exception was for winter sports, and that was a dying business with global warming still not entirely under control at the turn of the twenty-first century. The general public flocked to nudie beach sections and sunbathing spots in public parks.
Different attitudes, generational change, reform legislation, and court decisions essentially removed the legal stigma to casual public nudity -- in proper context of course. You didn't walk into the post office or a restaurant starkers. On the other hands, few students bothered with clothing in and around his college dorm, much less on the track or running trails or the outdoor recreational swimming pool.
That suited Kit just fine. He liked looking at his fellow students strutting about in the altogether and he rather liked being naked himself. As far as he was concerned, that should be the default condition when you were young and pretty.
As Kit rounded the tip of the island, the vegetation hid his view of the schooner. Now he felt truly alone, like a castaway or a sailor stranded by pirates. He had read Jules Verne's 'Mysterious Island' about castaways arriving by balloon and understood that a desert island was no paradise. A man thrown up on a deserted island had to work hard to provide for himself, assuming he could find enough water and food to survive. He would also need tools. In the Verne novel, those were provided by a secret benefactor, Captain Nemo of the Nautilus. A castaway arriving like Kit had, stark naked and empty handed, would not long survive.
On his second circuit of the island, the blond youth spotted a yacht sailing close to shore, a real sailing vessel, a sloop from the look of her. A friendly wave invited him on board so he swam out the short distance and got pulled up on deck. The crew of five, all young Asians of uncertain ethnicity with very dark skins, wore sarongs. Kit rather liked sarongs himself; they flattered his trim rump. If you couldn't go naked, the next best thing was a sarong. These days sarongs were practically the student uniform on campus when boys bothered with clothing at all in the heat, what with global warming and all.
"Kerala" he heard a voice behind him say. "The crew are from Kerala."
Turning Kit saw a tall handsome man in his late twenties, much lighter skinned than the crew, and obviously the owner of this fine yacht. Kit felt a sudden strong attraction to the man.
"From your puzzled look, I could see that you were wondering where my crew comes from with their coal black skins and Caucasian features: straight noses, lithe physiques, and straight hair."
"Why, yes, I was. Kerala, you said. That's in India, isn't it? You didn't..."
"No, of course not. This boat sailed out of Guyana. The British colonialists settled migrant workers from India around the globe from Fiji in the Pacific to South America and the Caribbean. I am Captain Raj Sattajay. And no, I am not from Kerala myself. I am a high caste Hindu from Rajasthan. We Rajputs are warriors descended from the original Aryan invaders of India, builders of the Vedic civilization, as my light skin color attests. Enough of me, tell me about yourself, I suppose you are from that schooner?"
"Yes," Kit admitted, "My name is Kit Covington, Christopher really, though everyone just calls me Kit."
"As I shall then."
"And in case you are wondering I'm not a kid. I am seventeen, nearly eighteen, so legally I'm an adult. I know I may not look it, especially naked and hairless like this." he said, his hands indicating his trim body.
Only 165 centimeters (five feet five) and barely 52 kilos (115 pounds), little Kit was often taken for two or three years younger, especially when he was naked. Not that it was easy to dismiss Kit. The boy had one of those faces that literally turned heads. Men and women did double takes and stared at him wondering how anyone could be that good looking. Like Rob Lowe for his generation. Kite was incredibly cute: fine features, high cheekbones, straight nose, his eyes limpid pools of green and usually with an open animated expression on his face.
"And yes, I am from the schooner, though, truth to tell, I wish I weren't or at least didn't have to go back there. Boy friend trouble," he added by way of explanation.
"Has a roving eye, does he?"
"No that's not it, but we are really on the outs now." Kit replied.
Kit was reluctant to admit that his boyfriend Luke was jealous and abusive. Nearly four years older, Luke had recently insisted that theirs be a monogamous relationship. Kit had been straight with Luke about that right from the beginning. At seventeen, Kit thought he himself was far too young to restrict himself to just one guy. He was still exploring his sexuality after all. Luke was unreasonably possessive.
"Did he give you that?", Raj asked, pointing to Kit's split lip.
"I'd rather not talk about it, if that's all right with you." Kit said firmly. He also didn't want to talk about how, after their blowup, Luke had taken him brutally time after time in their cabin. Kit had buried his face in a pillow so his cries would not give away his shame as Luke slammed into him punishingly. His hole was still sore.
"Hmmn, I see. Well then, why not just sail away with us? Cruise with us a for a week or two, then you can be on your way when we make port. Or maybe you could visit my estate in Guyana and stay for a while. Do you need anything from the schooner?"
"Well, my clothes. I can't just take off naked."
"Why not? Why bother with clothing on a sea cruise? You are a young man who obviously likes to run around naked, to judge from your all over tan and hairless physique. A bit of an exhibitionist, I imagine. Here is a chance to live out a fantasy. Sail away completely nude with strangers bound for who knows where. Does that idea appeal to you, Kit, sailing away stark naked without access to any clothing at all?"
What a wild idea, but exciting and attractive. I would be so outrageous and sexy to take off like that wearing nothing more than a suntan. The people on every vessel they encountered would see how pretty and sexy Kit looked in the altogether. On the spur of the moment, Kit decided he would do it. Captain Sattajay's proposal made Kit realize that he actually didn't need anything from aboard the schooner. The captain could provide him with a sarong or shorts when the time came to return home. Meanwhile he had no need for clothing or anything else from the schooner.
The RFID chip implanted in Kit's right arm was his passport, wallet, health insurance card, etc. Any standard reader could access his account information, medical records, and so forth and make transfers with a proper PIN or password from Kit or from a fingerprint or even a retinal scan. He hadn't brought along a phone or comp. On a vacation cruise the last thing you wanted to do was keep in touch or up with the news.
"Shouldn't we let them know that I am on board your yacht. They might think I drowned or something."
"Of course we should, and we shall, but you don't want an ugly confrontation with your boyfriend just now, do you, shouting across the water, recriminations? We can call later, when the others are up and about."
Kit agreed to this suggestion too. How neat a way to turn the tables on Luke like that, to give him the brushoff. Kit would sail away for parts unknown. leaving his abusive boyfriend in the lurch, stuck on the schooner till it finally made port. Luke could take his crazy notions about controlling Kit's cock right to Davy Jones' locker for all Kit cared. Trying to tell a healthy seventeen year old male when he could or could not get off, would he? What a loser, though what did that say about Kit's judgment in men.
The whole thing appealed to the wild streak in Kit, taking off like that stark naked and all. Talk about traveling light! Here he was taking off in just his skin. He clutched himself down there and shook with lustful excitement. The naive youth did not consider how sailing off like that might put him completely in the man's power. Kit hadn't wanted to talk to Luke even by radio, so he simply accepted his host's assurance later that morning that he had called the other vessel. Fortunately Raj had called over to let them know Kit was all right. He hoped to take advantage of Kit's naivete and seduce him, but this was no kidnapping or disappearance.
Also, Kit's boyfriend might be a bastard, but there was no point getting the local coast guard looking for a boy who had just dumped an abusive partner. Raj also let Kit send a message to his folks via email. Now the world would not worry that little Kit had drowned or been taken by a shark.
Rajiv Sattajay could hardly believe his good fortune. Here he had just acquired a pretty boy for his cruise. He had plucked the lad from the sea like a pretty mermaid, or mer-boy in Kit's case. And such a lovely mer-boy too: boyishly slender, naked and hairless, with delicate features in an honest unsuspecting face, an innocent. The silly boy didn't even realize this was the beginning of his seduction into sexual submission. Well he was starting off the right way, completely nude. Even his name was appropriate. Kit means the young of one of the smaller wild animals, say a fox, surely one of nature's loveliest creatures, as was little Kit himself.
The voyage across the Caribbean was pleasant enough, nothing amiss. Kit spent a lot of time on deck sunning and catching up on his reading, and not so coincidentally showing off his trim physique to passing vessels.
On deck Kit liked to stretch out prone, a posture that emphasized his curvaceous rump. Raj was always gratified at how much curvature a slender kid like Kit could display lying belly down like that, propped on his elbows with his clean limbs spread apart. From the front, the boy looked so, well flat, though corrugated with abs, pecs, ribs, and nicely formed muscles, but his fawn-like physique was the very opposite of the bulging muscles of a pumped up gym bunny.
From the rear, the boy was all curves: the calves, the thighs, the taut globes of the buttocks, the swale of the lower back, the slope up to the shoulder blades which formed winglets on his upper back, how appropriate with his angelic looks. Except of course for the twin spheres and tubular cock lying so enticingly between the fork of the legs. Were angels ever depicted in Western art nude and with genitalia?
One or twice a day they hove to next to another boat, and visitors passed back and forth chatting, having a cool beverage, drinking in the beauty of a lovely youth parading around unconcernedly in the nude, accepting compliments and pats on his rump as only his due.
Just now his pretty mer-boy was resting on his back after a long swim, his habit after exercise. He found it made it easier for him to bounce back, get back that fresh as a daisy look that was part of the image he liked to project. Sattajay watched as droplets of sweat formed on the boy's smooth tanned skin, glistening in the sunlight. Growing larger, they broke the surface tension that had held them in place and slid downhill, collecting in the channel between the pectorals and in the hollow of the navel.
Raj knew Kit insisted on being left alone while he rested after exercise. He did not even want to talk. Too bad. Raj would have liked to play with the salty pool in the lad's navel, smearing a bit on a finger tip to trace a circle on the flat belly. It would be erotic to press a spot on one side of the youth's belly to let the pool of sweat drain down his hip, only to watch it slowly fill up again. His waist couldn't be much more than half a meter, so petite Raj could nearly put his hands around it. Yes, right there, above the navel before his narrow hips flared out just enough to cradle the bowl of his belly.
Raj contemplated the wonder of his gift thrown up by the sea, rather like Aphrodite of Greek mythology, or maybe like beautiful Ganymede, the boy Zeus had taken to Olympus as his lover. Indeed, Kit was easily the loveliest youth he had ever seen with his own eyes, the very incarnation of youthful male beauty. Too bad he couldn't make his move now, but the vessel was too small and crowded and conspicuous on the open waters. With a bit more privacy he would just bend down to lick those rippled abs and flat belly before turning his attention to the rather pretty cock. Nipple clamps would look good on him too. A little light bondage made for better sex. Well time for all that when they arrived.
Chapter 2. Motives
"So Kit," Sattajay said to him one day during lunch. You said you were a college sophomore? You seem so young."
"Well, I will be eighteen in two months, just after my second year starts. I'm majoring in civil engineering with a minor in history."
"Fine. Let us hope you enjoy your true youth. You are truly young only once. I assume you are one of the gene-tweaked boys so you will be youthful for the next few centuries. You are, aren't you?"
Sattajay was referring to expensive gene tweaking of the gametes before conception and birth. Kit was a member of the first generation to fully benefit from advances in the understanding of obscure structures called telomeres in chromosomes, which induced the body to maintain its physiological processes in a state of homeostasis. The gene therapy also protected him against all forms of cancer and stopped the aging process in the late teens.
This was a benefit of the boy's social class. His folks were not super rich, but they were more than comfortable, and Kit would spend the next three or four centuries never aging as a beardless and hairless youth of seventeen going on eighteen, looking exactly as he did just then. Everyone was worried about the demographic, social, and political fallout of these trends as the end of the twenty-first century approached.
"Yes, I am. And you?," Kit ventured.
"Oh, I am version 1.0" Sattajay laughed.
The very first embryos on whom the technique was used had found their aging arrested in their mid to late twenties.
"So Raj" Kit inquired. "What do you do for a living?"
"Oh, I manage a modest financial portfolio, just over a billion New Dollars, US. Not much by Wall Street standards, as these things go."
"Who do you work for, one of the big fund management firms? Are you a chief or one of the Indians? Er, no pun intended," Kit caught himself. Raj chuckled.
"Actually I work for myself. I own the portfolio."
Oops. That explained the yacht, Kit thought to himself. Raj seemed very nice though once in a while he caught the older man looking at him with a predatory gaze. Raj had not expected an immediate quid pro quo for his hospitality, given Kit's initial soreness back there, but he did like to stroke the lad as they talked. Kit enjoyed conversation with Raj, a man who had a wealth of life experience for someone his age. Kit himself was chatty and cheery, an avid reader endlessly curious about everything. Their personalities meshed well as they sat on a bench together. Often Kit sat on Rajiv's sarong clad thighs, molding his rump to the older male's lap.
As they talked Raj's hands touched Kit familiarly and even intimately. It would have seemed churlish to object to this implicit compliment. It was not mere vanity on Kit's part to acknowledge that he had a lovely form that inspired admiration and lust in the hearts of any male who appreciates a beautiful boy. Entirely nude as he was, small and smooth and hairless, it was only natural for the older man to take what might otherwise have been viewed as considerable liberties: stroking Kit's rump, slipping the blade of a hand into his cleavage, running his hands over the boy's ribs, tweaking his tiny red nipples even fondling his manhood and stealing sweet kisses. They never quite connected for sex, except that one time by accident really when Kit, randy boy that he was, splooged his chest and belly as Rajiv stroked him languidly.
Raj kept putting off a real liaison, even after Kit told him his bunghole didn't hurt any more from Luke's abusive fucking. He urged Kit to wait till after they made port and arrived at his estate. Kit really should think about extending his time with Raj beyond the cruise. Why not spend the rest of the summer in luxury as his guest on his estate? This was all part of Sattajay's plan to create pleasant expectations to make the boy vulnerable to his later suggestions about sex training.
This kind of chance came a dominant male's way very seldom. In the past he had to deal with street kids who right from the beginning were apprehensive, confused, and even rebellious, volunteers though they were. That was especially true with these headstrong Western boys who were so tiresome to train, what with their exaggerated notions of independence and autonomy and doing their thing. Of course there were techniques for handling that sort of situation, but it did keep the master from getting to know his new boy, to assess his character, and to peek into his mind before introducing the lad to new ways of pleasure and sex.
You want to totally ensnare the boy with his own sexuality, make him a willing submissive as they explored the passive side of his sexuality. It was not necessary to put his body in a cage or his limbs in shackles. You shackle his mind with excitement, arousal, and orgasmic release, with an assist from a moderate amount of humiliation and shame and guilt. A touch of pain here and there too, but nothing heavy, more suggestion that anything else. The idea is to make the chains of need and lust and submission as strong as any iron chains that might bind a boy, to make him accept sexual submission to powerful males as his chosen lot in life.
Train him right, and his prior life will seem remote and dream-like, something that must have happened to another person or to the boy himself in a prior life or in his dreams. His time of casual affairs will seem a pale thing, shallow and dull compared to the vivid, exciting, arousing, and occasionally painful or degrading existence of a sexual submissive.
Of course it helped that this boy Kit was already nude and evidently preferred it that way, an exhibitionist then. Hairless too because it made him feel even more naked, especially at the fork of his legs. Good. They could build on that. Ultimately the boy would feel uncomfortable at the notion of covering his body in the presence of men who wanted him naked.
Well such things were for much later in his training and career. The boy was very young and relatively inexperienced sexually, for all he thought himself a real stud muffin. All things in good time. With any luck he would have the boy for the entire summer and hopefully the next several summers and spring breaks too. With this boy, given their gene tweaking, they had all the time in the world.
What luck that he was in the right place at the right time. Sattajay hadn't even been thinking of acquiring a new boy, not since his last disappointing choice. Well that boy was back in the Rio slums where Raj had found him. Let him figure out what to do once his severance pay ran out. One boy at a time was quite enough for him. He did not like to neglect a boy for too long. The relationship between dominant and submissive is an intimate relationship, not only physically but emotionally, however much the dominant shares the boy with his friends.
The crew were discreet, practically invisible. Kit did not understand their language nor did they understand English beyond a few phrases or the high school French, and Spanish at Kit's command. Only the captain and his taciturn first mate spoke to Kit in anything more than monosyllables. The yacht was luxurious though compact. Kit had a tiny guest cabin, with toiletries provided. No towels though. He had to let himself air dry.
Kit did not ask for the loan of a sarong. The whole idea on this cruise was total nudity by force of circumstances. All he had brought aboard was his pretty little self, perky bottom and all. He wondered what adventures awaited him on the mainland. He hoped his host would insist on continued nudity. He didn't want to have to put on clothing. He wanted to prance around naked for as long as he could, letting everyone see how cute and sexy he was. Would his host stop at the capital and squire little Kit around in the altogether?
He knew that thought was terribly naughty. Guyana was more conservative than the developed countries. It wasn't likely they would let a nude gay youth parade around like that. What was he thinking? He probably deserved a good switching for even fantasizing about it. Yes a strong hand should take a cane to him and stripe that perky bottom of his as he called out the stroke count and begged servilely for another. (Kit had seen that kind of thing in porno videos and had always wanted to try it.)
"Actually," he confessed to Raj, "one of my fantasies is to prance down a crowded city street wearing just a sheen of sweat, my manhood tumescent, sticking straight out, a string of precum hanging from the head of my cock, all purple and swollen. How terrific that would be! A pretty boy in heat, cock proud and strutting along, whirling so everyone could see me from every side. If only I had had the guts back home to do it for real. It would be so sexy!"
While he was fantasizing, Kit stood up and spun around to show just what he meant to the camera, his sexy body in a state of full arousal. Kit liked the way his hairless groin made his genitals look larger, though they were a pretty fair size for someone with his slight build. He looked so sexy with his ball sac pulled tight to the fork of his legs, engorged cock jutting straight out with a fleshy purpled glans shaped like an arrowhead at the end, a droplet of fluid glistening on its tip, a composition bursting with youthful male assertiveness. Gosh, what did that say about him. He was turning into such a boy slut these days.
And what if had actually tried it. He would be in such trouble. While casual public nudity was fine for sports competitions, at the beach, in large urban parks, in backyards, on hiking trails, or outdoor classes at college, there were limits. You didn't just walk down a city street starkers certainly not aroused. He would surely be arrested and handcuffed, then thrown into the lockup stark naked at the mercy of who knows how many sexually frustrated hardened criminals? What would they do to his helpless, luscious body? Was he unaccountably perverse for even fantasizing about such a lubricious display of sexuality? He almost ejaculated at the very thought, without touching himself.
Chapter 3. South America
The cruise continued at a leisurely pace down the line of the Windward Islands to Tobago then across the open sea to the mouths of the Orinoco, one of the great rivers of the world though often lost in the shadow of the mighty Amazon. Over two thousand kilometers long, it forms a wide delta that branches into hundreds of rivers and waterways. In the rainy season the river is a hundred meters deep.
They passed along the the north coast of South America to the Republic of Guyana, a name that means Land of Many Waters. The yacht did not stop at the capital but went up the main river leading into the interior, the Essequibo, to one of its main tributaries then to a branch leading into the rain forest that stretched across the south of the country. They tied up a private dock then transferred to a launch for the final leg of the trip. The country thereabouts was tangled rainforest with lots of blackwater creeks and swamps and marshes. Kit wondered why a man so rich would settle in so remote a locale. There were no roads anywhere. Still, with modern communications, no place was really out of reach this days. Kit had sent a few messages to friends though they were busy with their summer vacations too.
Sattajay's villa in the forest was modern and quite comfortable and situated in the midst of many outbuildings. The complex drew power from wind turbines. Kit's first evening passed pleasantly enough, a casual dinner on good china, wine, conversation. He met several of Raj's associates who seemed very happy with their visitor, complimenting him on his beauty.
Kit had a beautiful body, slender yet muscular, taut, toned, and tanned with narrow shoulders, eight pack abdominals, and narrow hips. His legs were well muscled with veins prominent under the skin because of his low body fat. Its faultless lines were not marred by body hair. His sex was proportional with a smooth cock, foreskin stretched over the head, and a scrotum the size of an apple and held close to the belly.
Kit was gratified that his genitals didn't look shriveled like with a lot of other guys. His cock wasn't gnarly with veins. His foreskin hugged his cock head, outlining the ridge of the glans under the skin, leaving just the slit at the tip visible. Cock and balls were reasonably sized but he wouldn't be scaring the horses. It took both small hands to cover his erection, but only one when he was soft.
"Yes, the smooth look was just right for a slender lad like you my friend, with such a fine looking manhood," the muscular black man named Jones said. "A gay boy doesn't need secondary sexual characteristics like facial or body hair to prove genetic fitness in the mating dance."
"Yes, let them all have a good look at you Kit," Sattajay said. "Please stand here in the middle of the circle."
Jones took Kit by the arm and placed him in the center where guests who had drawn up their chairs in a ring. A sexual submissive, Kit was used to being taken in charge by larger males and being put on display. So Kit didn't object to this but stood meekly, trembling from excitement and lust, wondering what would happen next. Would they all seek his favors? He hoped it was just Raj tonight. He wasn't sure he was ready for a gang bang on the first date, though all the men were strong and sexy.
Jones eyed the lad critically. He put his big hands on the youth's shoulders, slid his palms over the flaring pectorals, ran his hands down the impressively scalloped belly and circled his navel with his thumb, then ran his fingers over the boy's narrow hips. He turned him around and ran his hands down the boy's shoulder blades and flanks to the flare of his hips and on to the curve of his buttocks, giving them a firm squeeze that left bruises.
"Hey," Kit objected, turning and covering his ass with his hands protectively.
"Sorry boy," Jones rumbled in his deep bass. "Just getting acquainted."
"Don't worry Kit, there won't be any rough stuff tonight." Raj assured him, though you really need to keep your hands out of the way. Mr. Jones here is to be your physical trainer. He is only assessing your physique and musculature, though sometimes he does forget his own strength.
As the boy subsided, Jones continued with the examination. He slid the blade of his hand between the boy's taut buttocks, giving an appreciative grunt as he tapped the small hole therein. Then he reached forward testing the firmness of the muscles on the back of Kyle's thighs and of his calves. The boy was impressively muscled and toned for one so slight of build.
How erotic it was; the lad's slenderness was accentuated by the way he stood at attention arms at his side, his chest thrust forward, emphasizing the vulnerability of the torso. Jones spun the youth to face him once again, smiling at the boy's embarrassment the way the intimate visual and physical scrutiny had stimulated him, plumping his cock up a bit. A drop of clear fluid glistened at the tip of the foreskin. He took the boy's testicles between his thumbs and forefingers rubbing them. The stimulation to his vulnerable balls quickly got Kit's cock rigid. Just a bit of a squeeze and the boy got that look on his face that aroused lads get when they are about to cum, a kind of ecstatic grimace. Nothing quite like controlling the source of a young male's masculinity to make your point about power relationships here. Though Kit moaned at the rough treatment of his precious balls, his erection never flagged.
Kit had a streak of vanity that these men played on. They knew how much he liked to be the center of attention, to have men compliment him on his pretty face and his trim lithe physique, a prime example of quality over quantity as he always claimed.
Kit was a tactile lad, responding to the way the men touched and petted him. He preened at all the attention. He liked the way that Asian gentleman played with his tiny red nipples, circling them with his thumb, then tugging gently on the nubbins, complimenting the boy on the swell of his small but well formed pectorals. The big Irishman liked to run his fingers along Kit's sharp hip bones, to poke into his navel and stroke the flat of his belly, almost but not quite touching the boy's cock. That huge Russian too with his droopy mustache who took Kit's balls in his grasp. The man had more hair on the back of his hand than Kit had originally had on his smooth ball sac. Now his orbs were in the iron grip of this giant, the very source of his masculinity englobed in a paw that could crush a coconut, much less the tender gonads of a teenage boy. All the more reason to feel helpless and submissive.
Jones stood the boy up again and played with Kit's cock, inevitably erect from all the attention As part of this treatment Jones frigged the boy's cock and drew the foreskin down a bit to better to reveal the purple head, slicking a clear drop of fluid on his finger tip and offering it to his plaything. Kit obediently took it on his tongue and swallowed. The black man did it again, this time rubbing the boy's tongue, making a mental note to add a piercing there. Then he pulled the stiff member out at a forty-five degree angle and let it slap back to his belly with an audible whack. A man of the world with long experience in such matters, he knew that sometimes to get the attention of a young male, you had to grab him by the balls, and a stiff prick made a good handle too.
Jones turned a bit so a video camera could get a better shot then pulled the tumescent member down nearly parallel with the floor. The resulting smack was louder. Kit practically shivered with lust and embarrassment both. This was so exciting, being in the presence of strong men who knew how to treat a little bottom boy like Kit, taking command of his genitals like that. His knees went weak. He nearly swooned with the frisson of his own naughtiness. Then Jones took to spreading the clear fluid seepage from his piss slit around the tip of the helmet then all over the em-purpled knob, gently squeezing and stroking his sweet spot.
A frown from Raj stopped Jones before he brought the boy off. How frustrating. Kit pouted at Raj for being such a spoil sport, just when he really got going too. Didn't Raj know that it wasn't healthy to frustrate a randy teenager like that. Kit might get blue balls or something, maybe some kind of blockage, and then where would that leave Mr. High and Mighty Rajiv Sattajay's plans for their night together? Kit was lifted up on a wave of euphoria as Raj and his guests gently mind fucked the youth, setting him up for the collective seduction that would develop a hitherto submerged aspect of his personality. On the one had Kit was lively independent thinking young man, but inside there was a dependent, servile, and submissive sex toy begging to be let out.
The five guests and Raj engaged the boy in conversation, getting him to open up about his past, his likes and dislikes, his political beliefs, his preferences in movies and entertainment, favorite celebrities, his lack of any real faith, his favorite pastimes, and of course his sexuality. It was a subtle interrogation. They were getting the unsuspecting boy to bare his soul. Kit found himself more candid than normal, even less guarded in his speech than usual for a chatterbox like him, partly from the mild drugs slipped into his wine to make him relaxed and suggestible, and partly from just being surrounded by big handsome men who seemed interested in him, men who liked to play with a naked pretty boy like Kit, touching and stroking and petting.
That was the scenario for the evening, nothing intense or forceful, mind you. This was a chance for Sattajay's trainers to see the boy in a social setting, getting an appreciation of the boy before the transformation he would soon undergo. The long trip by boat had allowed the men time to arrange their affairs and free up the time to fly to Guyana to participate in the boy's seduction. Yes, Kit was an exhibitionist. Look how easily he complied with the instructions to let complete strangers probe his nether regions.
"Then, I take it you do not wish for clothing during your stay with us, little Kit? Even when we have guests over like this for casual get togethers?" Raj asked.
"No, sir. If it is all right with you I'd like to stay naked. It would be so sexy, bare-ass all the time, my cock and balls just dangling there for anyone to see or to touch. That is OK isn't it? I mean, I know I am a bit of a show-off, always naked and smooth too. Some guys call me a cock tease for the way I run around nude so much, shamelessly displaying myself to everyone. I know that is wrong and naughty. I really should be ashamed of myself. Someone should maybe take a switch to my ass, wanton boy that I am, to teach me a lesson, though I'm probably incorrigible. A boy like me likely would need to be whipped every day. Oh my poor little rump!"
"No problem, my pretty. We are very casual about nudity here in the jungle, and I am sure all of us want to see you remain totally naked. And I will see what I can do about arranging daily switchings of that impertinent ass of yours. We will soon have that rump of yours red! And I see you have no objection to guests touching you, as Jones did just now, and some of the others. You must know how much men like us love to fondle a naked youth, especially one as lovely as you."
The boy was utterly charming in his naivete, indulging himself publicly in fantasies of ass switching and whippings, eyes shining in anticipation, hands rubbing his behind, mock remorse on his pretty features as he described how he ought to be punished and humiliated for being an oversexed exhibitionist.
Was he a bit of a masochist as well they all wondered? He had mentioned switchings. Was there deep within this young American was a slave begging to be controlled and used and abused? That would be useful in his training though none of them were true sadists, and they had no intentions of trying anything too heavy with this lovely creature.
Yes, the boy was vain of his beauty and a very poor judge of character, not to mention silly even giddy about the kind of assertive men who turned him on, and ultimately reckless of his own safety. You might say he was naive to a fault, but really, weren't his faults minor and excusable in one of his extreme youth? The boy wasn't eighteen yet, after all. Teenagers can be forgiven for acting on impulse, their good sense swept away by the influence of their burgeoning hormones. This was his time. The juices were flowing, so cut him some slack.
"Also, it is just as well that your genetic heritage lets your skin give off a natural pheromone as an insect repellent in response to stings and bites. We won't have to slather you with oils. Yes, by all means, remain nude for the duration."
Chapter 4. Consummation
Much later, Sattajay led Kit to his palatial bedroom and stripped off his clothing. The man was incredibly potent, hugely endowed, more than any man Kit had taken before.
"Why are you trembling Kit? Afraid or just from anticipation?"
"I guess I am a little afraid, sir. You are so huge. I am so small, really tiny back there. Everyone says my hole is tight. I really want you sir, but I am afraid it will hurt."
"Yes it will hurt some, but that is part of the experience, when the initial pain turns to overwhelming pleasure. Trust me Kit. This is going to be the best fuck of your young life"
"Yes, sir, but please be gentle with me."
"Always with a delicate flower like you, Kit."
Raj's first kisses were soft even tentative, the ones that followed were urgent, demanding. He was all over Kit his long dark hair framing his handsome face as he drank in the youth under him. Kit rolled toward the older male, pressing their tumescent members together, murmuring words of passion as his arousal consumed him. Hands cupped buttocks, the blade of Raj's hand sliding into the smaller lad's cleavage, fingers pushed a lubricating oil into the hole, preparing the lad for the fuck, lips locked so hard Kit couldn't breathe. He gasped for air, turned his head and started to lick Raj's large nipples, then snuffled his armpits straining the hair there with his teeth.
When the boy's tongue reached his belly button the Asian man started to breathe faster. He ruffled Kit's hair and pushed him lower, demanding service. Kit turned his face to the giant cock straining upward from a wiry bush and started to lick away the drops welling out of the tiny slit at the end. This drew approving moans from Raj, as his penis vanished into a velvet warmth that was his new boy's mouth. Kit gently gnashed it with his teeth, tugging on the glans with soft sucks. Raj spread his legs apart and squirmed, tossing his head. When the hard member was coated and slick Kit rolled onto his belly.
"I can't wait," he said, his face flushed with ardor. "Please fuck me."
Raj kissed his shoulder and asked: "Are you sure?"
Kit murmured: "Yes, surer than ever before. I need you inside me, all of you, as deep as you can go."
This felt so right to both of them, making love fully, not just foreplay. Just a little push to get past the first sphincter elicited a quiet gasp from the boy. Raj pushed forward, slipping into him little by little, his arms supporting his weight. When he was a deep as he could go, he was rewarded with a blissful sigh from his partner. Raj gave Kit time to get used to his girth, then started to pump slowly in and out. He bent down to kiss the back of Kit's neck, tugging with his teeth at the hair at the nape of his neck.
He responded as the boy on the bottom begged Raj to go deeper and faster. They fell into a rhythm, Kit raising his rump to meet the descending shaft as it penetrated his ass, using his internal muscles to squeeze the invading penis, both males sweating profusely.
Kit always loved it when an alarmingly large virile member addressed his cleavage, the head tracking its length then poking at the inside of his thighs, prodding and playing with the anal ring. He felt the monster cock stretch the anal ring as the head penetrated his sphincters. The shaft slid inside, pushing, prodding, and probing.
Then came the moment the boy dreaded and lusted for both, when the cock touched his joy spot. As the invading shaft stimulated the prostate, his whole body shuddered helplessly. His lithe torso rippled in a wave that started at his ass and traveled up past the hips and back and shoulders to the head, a reflex action indicative of overwhelming lust. Kit felt his guts clutch in an internal orgasm. His green eyes blinked and rolled sightlessly and lost focus as he surrendered himself to the good feelings coursing through him. As the shaft fell into a rhythm of penetration and withdrawal, the sensation became overwhelming. He lost the ability for rational thought for the duration. His body was tempest tossed on a sea of sensation, the blood pounding at his temples, his boy cock as stiff as he could ever remember.
It went on and on, the thrusting and the plunging, Raj's masculinity pushing into the boy deeper than he had ever felt, till, in the fullness of time, the boy felt a wet warmth flooding his bowels as Raj spewed his seed deep within him, setting off Kit's own passionate ejaculation onto the sheets. This was one bottom boy who knew how to respond to a fuck.
Chapter 5. Collective Seduction
A week later, Kit felt tired when he woke up. His mind was wide awake but his body ached from all the exercise the last few days. His physical trainer Jones had really put him through his paces, trying to get a baseline estimate of his fitness. You'd think he was trying to train an olympic athlete, the way he went on about cardiovascular fitness, muscle tone, and flexibility.
Kit had thought he was in pretty good shape for a non-competitive athlete. Jones emphatically disagreed. He showed Kit a computer generated image of the changes he hoped to make. With proper diet and a prescribed exercise regime, Kit would emerge with a waistline nearly two centimeters slimmer, a rump endowed with sculpted glutes and alluring dimples, an eight pack instead of Kit's six pack abs, with enhanced endurance and flexibility. Kit would be even sexier than he was now. How would that look in his sophomore year?
"Work with me for the next two months, and I will make you look like this, even more beautiful and desirable than you are now, dear boy."
Kit applied himself conscientiously under Jones' guidance, running and swimming and riding an exercise bike. The boy learned yoga and gymnastics too, floor exercises, tumbling, and the vaulting horse. He flung his trim body about in all manner of jumping and climbing exercises to strengthen his shoulder girdle. He had never been in better shape. Kit was delighted that much of his activities were captured on video. He wondered how many people were watching him. He liked the thought that people all around the globe could see naked little Kit working up a sweat, just like when he had sex.
Kit swam in a rock lined pool, a kind of distributary of the river, fed by pipe from the river within the compound to keep out the caiman. It was long and narrow but wide enough for two swimmers to do laps. Of course it was within the security fence to keep out jungle predators.
The Asian was Kit's sex coach. Like all teenagers, Kit thought he had invented sex. He soon realized how much he had to learn in the way of giving and taking pleasure in sexual relations. Kit started off with only the vaguest of notions of anatomy. The Asia coach showed Kit all the muscles and structures involved in male-male sex. Kit drilled in getting conscious control of all the muscles in the pelvis, starting with those involved in urination. He learned about his sphincters and erector muscles. He learned what actually happened to the testicles and penis during arousal and how to take conscious control of them. In time he learned to erect or deflate at will. He learned to milk a cock with his internal ass muscles. The Asian used both dildos and his own formidable cock in imparting his lessons to his enthusiastic pupil. The boy had a sex drive that was extraordinary even for one of his age. His brain must be swimming in hormones.
Kit had always been proud of his sexual prowess. Now he had a new reason to strut around like the cock proud boy that he was, always, of course entirely naked. He knew that his buns twitched fetchingly as he walked about, letting men admire him. Every day was a sexual adventure, with new experiences, new men, and endless mountings. For an out of the way location, Raj's estate got a lot of visitors, all of whom spent some time with Kit, not necessarily in bed, but in his company, admiring the vain boy, stroking and petting him, taking pictures. Kit preened at all the attention. He loved to have men tell him how sexy he was, to feel him up, and to take him to bed or just take him in plain sight of others anywhere.
"So this is the lovely lad you have been bragging about," a guest murmured admiringly to Raj. "He looks even better than in those exercise videos we have seen. And you say he has been naked the whole time he's been here. How wonderful."
Once again Kit was being displayed for guests as Raj suggested to him:.
"Now Kit, why don't you spread your feet apart about as far as you can, then bend over and grab your ankles to give us a good look at rump of yours. It's really one of your best features, isn't it."
Kit felt embarrassed about displaying his butt so blatantly but also flattered. He figured: why not show off a bit for these handsome men. After all, he did have a rather pretty butt; everyone said so. How often he had lain in the sun, feeling the warmth of its rays on his ass, maybe with the hands of a friend spreading oil on its curves, squeezing the cheeks saucily, making Kit feel deliciously naughty and wicked.
"I really wonder Kit how you manage to get the depths of your crack just as tanned as the rest of your butt." Raj observed, adding. "By the way, that's Mr. Jones who's poking your back entrance to see how loose you are. Mr. Jones?"
"Tight, real tight, like a virgin." Jones said, delivering his verdict.
The others chuckled. Whatever Kit was, after getting fucked by Raj, virgin wasn't it.
"You like that, don't you Kit?. You like to have men playing with your ass and genitals, being publicly on display, bent over submissively or on your knees, or on all fours."
Kit answered by wagging his ass, rubbing it into the hands of several of the guests who were stroking it appreciatively.
"You might consider getting outfitted with a guiche, Kit. It goes right here through the perineum. It helps a sex partner control a boy's sexual arousal. Used early in foreplay it arouses. Later, tugging on the piercing interrupt ejaculation, keeping you on the edge for a very long time."
Raj explained that left to himself, a randy lad would usually come too soon and too often. Under the controlling hand of a master, he would learn the unmatched intensity of an orgasm coming after hours of arousal. Kit nodded absently, already lost in the good feelings their attentions had aroused.
The Russian was Kit's psychologist, or counsellor. His role was to help mold Kit's pliable mind, to soften him up, to indoctrinate him in his role as a sexual submissive. He pointed out that Kit's small size and girlish looks automatically put Kit into the role of a sexual submissive. He cited Kit's sex history of date, almost always on the bottom, often on his knees or all fours or even crawling around on the end of a leash, getting passed from one guest to another, always nude and hairless. He reminded Kit how natural he felt when he fell to his knees in front of a powerful male, how right it seemed to take a cock into his mouth and worship it, to focus on giving pleasure to the male standing before him, the man dominating him, using his mouth and throat as a quim, as he impaled himself on the man's powerful cock. That was his role in life.
He suggested that Kit's real sexual organs were his throat and his sensitive ass. Kit should focus his attention on how much he enjoyed being penetrated, how right it felt for a man to grip his buttocks, to spread him open, to penetrate his orifices. Kit was a boy born to yield to strong men, look how well he fit under a man when down on all fours, especially when taking a cock at both ends. Kit particularly liked that, thick cocks in each orifice, someone stroking his own, teasing the sweet spot, running their hands along his flanks and the chevrons of his ribs. all the while breathing in a strong male aroma around the cock in his mouth. How wonderful it felt to be touched and penetrated especially with others looking on.
In the beginning mild drugs reinforced this psychological conditioning, but soon were not needed once they got past Kit's initial inhibitions. The training played to Kit's deepest needs and desires after all. The training took so well because the subject was so right for it. Kit really was a natural submissive, an exhibitionist who liked to be seen naked, who liked to be watched having sex, who wanted strong men to use him sexually for their pleasure. A man had only to stroke the inside of his legs, and he spread them automatically, readying himself, opening himself to the thick cocks or cocks that would use him the way nature clearly intended. If ever there was a boy born to be fucked, he was little Kit.
The Irishman was the last of the trainers who helped the boy decorate his body with piercings. He started off with earrings in both ears, just simple gold hoops the width of a finger. Similar ones soon adorned the boy's tiny red nipples. He hung a short chain with an ankh on the end from the guiche through Kit's perineum. Kit could feel it as he walked, dangling between his bunghole and his ball sac, the glistening ornament calling attention to this most private of regions of a young male's anatomy. It made Kit feel so wanton and sexy. It was Kit who asked about getting a frenum ring through his foreskin near the head of his cock. Kit took the simple procedure with only a topical antiseptic to prevent infection. Lastly he got a tongue piercing to enhance the pleasure he could give with his mouth.
Kit got to fulfill his fantasy about frequent switchings. He had always wanted a strong man to take a cane to him and stripe his perky bottom, painting welts on it, turning it red, all the while making him call out the stroke count and beg servilely for another. The boy came to crave this visible sign of his submission and just chastisement for his wantonness, his out of control sex drive, and his shameless exhibitionism. It was never severe of course. The switching hurt but did no damage. Who would want to really injure such a beautiful creature as Kit. His rump was made for more than spankings or light punishment. It was made for fondling and fucking, for squeezing and kneading, each buttock was eminently grabable, just enough for a man with big hands to get a good hold of.
The purpose of the switchings was more psychological than physical. That is why Kit could always back out until he was actually strung up. Kit would approach the whipping frame trembling, breathing heavily in anticipation as he shackled his own ankles and then his wrists, standing on his toes to reach high enough, rendering himself helpless until released. Raj frequently livened things up with a blindfold or ball gag and much trash talk to put the boy in the mood. Sometimes Raj let Kit watch himself in mirrors. It looked so sexy, pretty little Kit strung up and helpless, writhing under a (mostly symbolic) lashing. Those were some of his favorite video clippings.
And always at the center of everything was the guiding hand of Raj, his master, the male he had yielded himself to, the man who had showed him his destiny. Raj wisely realized that for all his claims on the boy, Kit was meant to be shared, to be used by a wide circle of males, to have his sexual adventures chronicled and propagated on the web where anyone might watch this video and still photo scrapbook of sexual submission.
Epilogue
At the end of the summer, as Raj sat in his big chair, Kit threw himself on the ground, like a supplicant to his king. Kit begged Raj to let him stay past the summer. He could take courses on line; his formal education could continue, but please let him stay with Raj on his estate, naked and submissive. He and his friends could do whatever they wanted with Kit.
Raj smiled down at the boy kissing his feet in supplication, admiring the heart shape of his ass thrust up in the air by his submissive posture, drawing the balls into his hand, circling the scrotum, packing them into the bottom of the sack and tugging on it. The boy continued to kiss his feet, submitting to the rough treatment of his balls. Raj drew his fingers up the cleavage pausing briefly at the boy's twitching hole. Life was good when he could share it with a boy like little Kit.
Still he could not accept Kit's offer to stay with him full time. Kit had to go back to college after the summer. He had a life to live after all, as did all of Raj's friends. Too much of a good thing, even sex, pales after a while. He and Kit would be youthful for centuries. Better their time together should be episodic rather than continuous. The next few summers would be a good start, then they would take it from there.
"After how hard you and Mr. Jones have worked on your physique, you must go back to college to show everyone how pretty and sexy you are".
That argument got through to the boy. He told Kit to resume the normal life of a college student, maybe keep a blog so he could share his thoughts and experiences with Raj. Perhaps they could meet during spring break. A period of separation would make Kit all the more grateful next summer when Raj and his friends took charge of him for an even more exciting season of sexual adventure, with so much more time for them to plan new and arousing experiences for the oversexed teen. And so it proved to be.