Xenodochium 2 ~ a story by Outlaw
**XENODOCHIUM
**From the Greek xenodocheion: 'a place for strangers' - temporary accommodation for pilgrims, foreigners, or guests in a monastery, inn, guesthouse, or hostel.
[Also, a shelter for the poor, or the sick.]
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⚒ The cheers, the clapping went on and on... and little Timmy felt his heart thump like a battle drum... his flaccid boy-cock giving a fierce twitch, squeezing out another drop of his nervous arousal.
Draped in a lavender hued toga that barely reached below his buttocks, just about covering his teen genitals, Timmy was buck naked under the shimmering satin... two shoulder clasps, and a sash around the practically nonexistent waist, holding the garment in place.
It left more exposed than it covered -- his arms, the sides of his torso, and all of his thighs and legs -- acres of tantalizingly smooth, unblemished skin, tender pink and translucent, on full display!
And though the blindfold covered a large portion of his upper face, whatever was visible -- the mop of dark curls, the satiny smooth cheeks, his pert nose, and the small, pouty mouth with lips like crushed cherries -- was deliriously delicious!
"Thank you, gentlemen, thank you!" Timmy heard the auctioneer laugh as he tried to calm the gathering, "Yes, gentlemen, a marvelous specimen of local stock indeed... fresh and unsullied!"
Another round of applause reverberated around the hall before the man could finally get the crowd to settle down.
But Timmy could still hear the excited susurration, the enclosed chamber literally buzzing like a beehive on an early summer's afternoon with the fervid commotion.
"As you know," the man began his masterful prattle, "we at Xenodochium always strive to bring you... the most discerning of men, men who appreciate good things in life... the best of willing young lads, and young Timothy here is this evening's one such offering... the very best, I can assure you. Untouched and vestal, an unsullied young lad for the man who truly deserves him!"
Another roar went up instantly, the clapping drowning out all other sounds...
"Gentlemen... gentlemen..." the master of ceremonies tried to shush the crowd, vouching, "Yes, a virgin... guarantee of the Xenodochium!"
The cheer that filled the large hall was thunderous, before slowly dying down at the constant urging of the auctioneer.
"You already have all his details in your hands... his age, his height, weight... and all other vital stats... but being today's 'Blind Lot' you got to see no pictures... but now you have him before you, now that you see him.. and I can see the excitement, the fascination... let me tell you..."
But the man was cut short by another round of boisterous applause... including some shrill whistling!
"Dear Timothy here, has most graciously, of his own free will, offered himself up for charity, and what you bid, the amount that you pay for the privilege of popping his cherry tonight, will be donated to the Gracetown orphanage...
"The whole amount, the entire hammer price will go to charity..." the man continued, "there's no other charges, no buyer's premium and no commission. Xenodochium will neither charge a fee, nor retain any commission, nothing!"
His words were once more drowned out by the unrestrained cheers and clapping...
"And... and..." Timmy could hear his desperate voice trying to be heard.
"GENTLEMEN!" his stentorian voice finally cut through the commotion, "Gentlemen, please, may I have your attention..." pausing to let out an indulgent laugh as the men gradually fell silent, adding under his breath, "I'm sure a lot of seams are strained already, and crotches tented..." before continuing with his banter, "And now, for the unveiling!"
The room was once more filled with loud cheers and shrill whistles, the delirious crowd almost riotous.
And above all that raucous din Timmy heard the man call out softly, "Zac, take off the robe."
The man's words sent a shudder down Timmy's spine, and he felt the jitters begin anew... a slight chill, deep in his bones, slowly radiating out, sending a shudder sweeping throughout his slender frame... his heart skipping multiple beats as his flaccid cock flexed... random thoughts suddenly swamping his numbed brain...
But he didn't have time for his thoughts... Zac was already untying the sash... whispering softly in his ear while undoing the shoulder brooch...
"Relax, they love you," he said, "you'll do fine, you'll set the floor on fire!"
Suddenly remembering that he was actually totally... absolutely naked under the silken chlamys - no undergarment, no briefs, nothing!
And even before he could finish that thought he felt the satin slide off his smooth torso... Zac removing the wrap from his left shoulder before stepping away... leaving him standing on that raise platform stark naked and on full display under the brilliant lights in front of a roomful of strangers!
⚒ Molded by Nature, honed by hormones, and toned by youthful disport, little Timmy -- lithe, limber and linear -- glowed in all his naked, adolescent glory under the glaring light...
His ectomorphic, lightly muscled and ridiculously fragile frame utterly hairless and totally smooth with nary a spot nor a freckle... the silken expanse abruptly broken by the sudden shock of his startlingly dark pubes... the luxuriant pubescent patch of glossy curls stunningly arresting!
And peeking from within that untamed tangle, barely visible hidden in all that lush growth, was Timmy's young package - all tender, bare and pink, the ruddy tip glistening with his leaked arousal... further adding to the already impossible allurement!
Mesmerized, the men stared in amazed wonderment... wide-eyed, and for once, stunned into absolute silence - for the first time that evening!
The concessionaire gave a slight, barely discernible snicker as he called out softly, "Turn him around, Zac!"
The silence seemed to grow heavy for a while before the spell snapped and the congregation let out a collective gasp of wondrous disbelief...
The delicate contours tapering down to that wisp of a waist abruptly broke ground and swept high, transforming into the most marvelously incredulous pair of flesh mounds ever...
Like a pair of mouthwatering peeled melons -- full, firm and awesomely rounded -- the cheeks peach-blush and spotless... the skin stretched taut... the cleft tantalizingly pronounced, and god-awfully deep...
Devastatingly Delicious!!!
The amazed gasps soon gave way to a susurrus murmur -- like the rustle of breeze through a woodland floor, like the faraway roar of a fast approaching storm, like the distant rumble of rolling waves before they come crashing along the shore -- before exploding with the lascivious cheers of a roomful of lust maddened men... the chamber once more resonating with their vociferous cheers, claps and whistles!
The man laughing as he kept calling the men to attention, "Yes, gentlemen... a fresh young lad, a virgin... all yours for the night. To the highest bidder!" adding above the cacophony.
"Start the bidding!" an impatient voice rang out through the murmurous crowd as Zac turned Timmy back, the naked boy once more facing a room full of salivating men.
"Yeah..." chimed in a few other voices.
"Sure, gentlemen..." the auctioneer laughed, sounding very pleased, suddenly very business-like as his tone and tenor changed, once more in his elements as he commenced, "and the bid starts at a thousand dollars!"
There was a flurry of loud ayes, as if every man in the room was up on his feet, hand raised, waving their bidder card!
⚒ ⚒ ⚒
⚒ Happy in the warm comforts of his simple, rural existence, little Timmy was all excited about the impending new school year... eagerly awaiting the reopening of schools, impatient to start his highschool freshman year.
Disarmingly naive in the innocence of his blossoming adolescence, Timmy had just recently 'discovered' the real reason behind his intense fascination with the big city college boys zooming up and down the single street in their fancy sports cars... crowding the tiny village square hanging out at the sole burger joint & pizzeria, and cavorting at the little beach...
He had been eyeing those boys since 7th grade... skulking behind the dunes and grassy knolls, surreptitiously watching those virile jocks... those enticingly alluring male forms frolicking in the surf... or, simply sprawled out on the sand.
Shorn of their vestures -- soused in sudor and bathed in brine -- they glistened under the glare of the brilliant sun. Raw and primal in their skimpy little Speedos, swim trunks and broad shorts. Their blatant bulge, so obvious under the wet fabric, on full display like a mouthwatering enigma clothed in lycra... a mesmerizing mystery encased in nylon and elastane!
And now that he'd uncovered the cause of his fascination -- his sexual attraction for boys -- it had become a major incentive for his keen enthusiasm for highschool...
The thought of traveling to the next town for school... meeting all those older boys there... about PE and locker room... and all the inherent potencies, prospects and possibilities of such encounters...
To his childish intellect the thoughts seemed oh-so-mind-boggling... filling his slender form with a numbing thrill, flooding his senses with excitement!
But even before summer ended, Timmy spotted Zac... and more importantly, Zac noticed little Timmy...
_
⚒ Now, Zac was a senior at Thorton, and a very popular stud at the Xenodochium Stable, in great demand!_
Not just his drop-dead gorgeous looks, his powerful athletic built (a jock, star quarterback!)... but also his mischievous bad-boy charm, the impressive equipment he packed, AND his formidable prowess between the sheets... all combining to make him the most sought after stud!
So, being a senior, and such a rage at the Xenodochium, Zac neither had the time, nor the inclination, to visit little Betsville's beach, or hang out at the village square...
But that summer he DID visit... for he had a reason... a purpose...
_
Surrounded by a high fence topped with razor sharp barbed wire, and dotted with an array of motion sensor lights and cameras, Xenodochium was a veritable fortress with just that one road from Betsville leading to the single, high-tech entry point - a well guarded gate._
And they had some very strict rules and regulations -- VERY STRICT RULES -- which they enforced with great vigor.
After all, their very existence, their purpose of being, depended on the stern implementation of the rules... rules meant to protect and secure the privacy of their very powerful clients... shield them, and guard their secrets... circumvallate everything that went on behind those high walls and hedges!
But then, boys are, after all, boys... and, will be boys...
Especially those popular, entitled ones... with their self-assured cockiness, their swaggering impudence, their disdainful irreverence... boys for whom rules were meant to be challenged, bent, and broken!
Zac being one of them... always bending and circumventing... and then successfully wiggling out of most sticky situations...
But this time he'd overstepped, had gone a wee bit too far, and it wasn't just a slap-on-the-wrist, it was his 'last' reprimand... told in no uncertain terms that he'd be let go if he didn't make immediate amends...
And so, Friday afternoon found Zac in quaint little Betsville...
_
⚒ Eyes having met and enchanted gaze locked, a spell seemed to have been cast... Zac noting the guileless curiosity in those large, innocent eyes... detecting the bubbling desires of uncorrupted youth in the lust filled hungry stare..._
The sight instantly setting his brain into fevered overdrive, going clickety-click as the germ of a nebulous idea that had earlier formed in his mind now assuming a more concrete shape... that vague, wisp of an idea now a fleshed out plan...
With the right hint of glimmer in his sparkling blue eyes... and the right measure of curl at the corner of his luscious lips, Zac approached little Timmy... casting a numbing spell that had the little boy ensnared in no time. Wordlessly leading him to the deserted alley behind the store. The powerless teen following him like the Hameln kids followed the Piper!
_
Pushing Timmy up against the wall Zac leaned in, covering the boy's gaping mouth with his own... both gnawing away in mindless arousal._
Some famished breathless kissing... some titillatingly fluttery caress... and Timmy was delirious, clinging onto Zac in the grip of maddening desire, ready for whatever the college boy had in mind...
Eyes shut tight, and his heart pounding wildly Timmy felt the older boy's hands slide under his t-shirt before slipping past the waistband, right inside his shorts... the warn palms covering his bristling buns, the fingertips caressing the taut mounds...
And as he groaned out his desire into Zac's mouth he felt the fingers slither lower... snaking in between his cheeks, probing the deep cleft... suddenly touching him where no one had touched since he was a baby!
That intimate contact set his slender form shuddering, making his heart skip random beats as it slammed away...
"Woooow..." he heard Zac exhale leaving his lips and pulling back his mouth, the tone laced with wonder, "Is that your pussy?!"
Ass bucking, Timmy could only whimper in response, unsure what to expect next...
"Gosh, it's so tiny..." Zac whispered, his fingers gently nudging at the tightly clenched dent set deep in the valley of Timmy's buttocks, "I wanna see it... kiss it... will you show me, huh?"
Timmy simply let out sob, his ass pushing down on Zac's probing fingertip.
"Let's go..." Zac whispered.
Zac now simply needed to 'smuggle' Timmy in... and then get conveniently 'caught'!
Aware that things would go ballistic, initially... yet somehow certain that those men running the Club couldn't resist his offer, let the opportunity pass... not after they saw Timmy in all his unclothed glory!
Zac would then negotiate a deal -- not just get himself out of the current mess, but also earn some approbation, especially after the earlier dressing down!
Of course, he'd also make sure that HE got the boy and NOT some random old fart!
~ to be continued
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