The Shark Prowls, Part 2
The Seduction continues
Safron would never forget the next four days of pure lust. In Shark's luxurious penthouse flat his new friend indulged him to the maximum. They ate well, played well, talked well, but above everything else they indulged their carnal appetites to the full. His new Master (Safron himself introduced the title) proved his total command of the demands of sexual leadership. He bantered, he cajoled, he threatened, and encouraged his new pupil. Above all he loved him to bits, both physically and emotionally. Safron was lost in a whirlwind passion of lust. He, a boy who had barely ever done more than wank himself once a week, became in three days a walking bag of lust.
Shark knew exactly how to develop this young sexual freshman. He would have the lad sit on his lap, while they talked, and his hand would gently rub his inner thighs. Then he would draw his body closer to his own and begin to slowly and gently kiss him. His range of kisses, which often lasted 15 minutes, would take in his face, neck, ears (nibbled), shoulders, arms and breasts. Safron simply lay there in his arms, soaking in every movement his Master made. After a while, however, with his thighs now being visited by a soft hand (they were both naked, since this is how they roamed the flat for the whole four days), his passion flared and he moved to respond. But Master was having none of it. He locked the boy's two hands in a vice-like grip, and continued his gentle friction on his thighs. Soon he was fondling his crotch, squeezing his balls, rubbing his cock, while at the same time he would lock the boy's mouth in a powerful, coercive kiss. Safron began to find it difficult to breathe, and thrashed around, but his Master still asserted his pressure, up to the point he was sure the lad could take it. This again would last for at least 15 more minutes.
Then he suddenly released him altogether. The effect was explosive. Like a shot from a gun the youth swung the man over on the settee and sat on him. Now it is my turn he shouted triumphantly, and began to smother Shark with kisses, licks and suckings. He worked feverishly on his nipples, licking, sucking and biting them, so that even the man began to squirm under the pain, but he did not refuse it.
His mouth went down the belly, licking and sucking from hip to hip, until finally he found what he longed for the long, strong, powerful rod which Shark had hidden between his legs. He gobbled at it, and his Master groaned, conscious the boy had a lot to learn as yet, but his time would come. Better to let his lust have free rein for the present. At times the pressure of this madman was too much, and Shark would tell him to back off.
Finally Shark had had enough. He turned the boy over on his back (sometimes onto his knees and elbows, doggy-like), lifted his legs over his own shoulders and oiled his ass-hole. He did the same for his own penis, which he then invited the lad to stroke, kiss and fondle, while he himself waited for the right moment. He had an uncanny way of knowing at what moment to strike, both for his own as for his partner's satisfaction.
About ten minutes passed, and he then removed the boy's hands and ran his penis up and down the crack. It was a delightful sensation for them both, but the boy screeched for him to plunge it deep inside his anus. He teased him for some time, continuing the slobbering of the wet cock up the lad's crack, until the boy begged and pleaded with him to fuck him. Suddenly he grabbed his hips firmly and plunged his big knob into this love-hole. Safron at first screamed, then sobbed a little, but quickly got over it, and begged him to go right down to the depths of his body. Which Shark was very happy to do. Then he held it there, waiting for the boy's reactions. These were soon very positive, as his eyes looked up, begging for action.
Shark bent down and kissed his Victim, slowly, intensely, whispering love into his ears. Tears ran down Safron's face, and he responded with tender kissing and tongueing. Then Master began to pull his cock out, and slowly plunge it down in again. This he did several times, and Safron began to respond excitedly. When the head of the invading cock started pushing against his prostate he let go of his Master's buns which he had been frantically holding and began squirming around on the bed in ecstasy. He then did something quite extraordinary, which pleased Shark no end, since he had not taught him to do it. He tightened his sphincter around the invading monster, tightening and relaxing, tightening and relaxing, so that Shark was utterly exhilarated.
He began to pump very hard, so that the boy thrashed around on the settee, squealing and groaning, whining yet shouting with joy. Suddenly, it was all over. Inside him Safron could feel that merciless cock shoot wad after wad of cum deep inside his guts. He sighed deeply, repeatedly, longing almost unconsciously for his own load to shoot. But here Shark simply got up and walked to the shower and cleaned himself up. It was all over. Shortly afterward, now alone, he would masturbate himself. Perplexed by his Lover's withdrawal.
But The Shark knew exactly what he was doing. This scene had repeated itself so very many times with other lads. Their instinct was to fall in love with him, to believe that he was their's and theirs alone. He had, as quickly as possible, to disillusion them of this. In two days they would be heading for The Ranch, where Safron would have to begin his training to become an international Escort; where his trainers would be other men; where possibilities of engaging in sexual relations with The Shark would be very occasional indeed - high days and holidays!
Explaining The Ranch
The scene I have described so far repeated itself innumerable times, over those four days. On the Thursday, after three days of high jinx, the two of them sat down to talk seriously about the future. First The Shark gave Safron highest marks for his rapid sexual development. He assured the Lad that he was a natural; that he was beautiful to look at, facially; that he had a well-formed boy, though this would require more physical fitness work; that he was intelligent, clever and witty; that he had an instinct for sexual involvement; that he had an immediate rapport with others when he wanted to, and on and on. It might be said that he was seeking to build his ego, but The Shark really did mean everything he said, and the boy believed him. He was profoundly comforted.
Do you know what an international Escort is? he asked. No, sir, I don't understand it. I guess I could quickly reckon out what an Escort is, like people who accompany tour groups on holidays, explaining all the sights and sounds to them. But I would find that boring. In any case, what's that got to do with sex? Shark smiled, took his hand and petted it. In gay circles, he said, an Escort may do some of that, but very little, and I suspect that many local Escorts, and there are several in every city, would do none at all. The main function of a gay escort is to use his charm, his intimacy, his body, to satisfy the deep sexual desires of the other person, who will be willing to pay him.
The idea of someone paying for sexual pleasures was a bit mind-blowing to Safron. Shark could see his reaction, so he asked, How much do you think someone might pay? Oh, I suppose $20 to $30. Shark chuckled, let's say $80 to $100, he said, arching his eyebrows and smiling wickedly. You must be joking. No, I'm not joking in any way. If you like I'll call an agency right now and ask them how much their local escorts get per hour of sexual pleasure. The boy refused the suggestion, accepting his Master's statement as true. He whistled softly. Think of it, Safron, four times a day, and you'd make $300 to $400 daily, 5 days a week and you've got around $2,000 weekly, $8,000 monthly. Since all these people pay you in cash, you don't even report it for tax! Not bad, eh? Safron whistled louder. And boy, here The Shark took his hand firmly, that's only for a local Escort. Properly trained you have all the makings of an international Escort, where your income might be double that, and you would get to travel round the world, passages and hotel bills paid by your clients!
That, he explained, is what The Ranch is all about. We have nine other young men who are in training. Tomorrow we shall go there and you shall meet them and see what the course involves. I must warn you to put aside any dreams you might entertain. Go there with a totally open mind. I would describe it as partly army boot camp where you learn physical training, personal and social discipline; partly as a university degree programme, majoring in sexology, literature, art, modern history, and sociology/psychology; and partly as a gay whore house, where you are encouraged and taught how to indulge your sexual capacity to the maximum.
How does that all sound? I can't wait for tomorrow to come, said Safron, shaking his head slowly in unbelief.
To be continued....
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