Triangle Sailing Camp 5

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Triangle Sailing Camp 5—Argentina

As we sailed further down the South American coast the temperature got cooler. Seems I remembered in Mr. Donaldson’s geography class he told us when the northern hemisphere is having summer the southern is having winter. Guess that’s what was happening. Anyway, when you’re nude all the time it seems to feel cold even when the people who are dressed are comfortable. Joey and George were apparently more tolerant of the temperature changes as they didn’t complain. But Jake and I were cold often. Stoddard’s response “I love it when those little balls are sucked up into a tight little package. Sean, your dick can shrink and still stay a respectable length. Stop complaining!”

Luckily most of the daylight hours were warm enough to prevent the two of us from shivering. But the nights were another story. Angie made us cuddle with each other to warm us. Of course, she did enjoy making us cuddle in the 69 position. Yeah, she was becoming a little more sexually corrupted by Julie and Stoddard. When Julie would see it she’d make us lick and suck each other’s packages as well.

I guess Stoddard assumed Joey and my penises were not hard all the time due to the climate changes. It became quickly apparent that she was wising up. She’d make us take “the pill” in her presence and she’d ask us to lift our tongue to make sure we swallowed it. Until we found another method to avoid it, we both found our shafts stiff again. We were now back to carrying a swaying hard-on like George and Jake.

It took some time, but we worked with techniques of slight of hand as a new method to avoid the pill. Angie would hand me my pill and Julie would give Joey his. We’d slip the pill between our index and middle fingers and thrust our hands toward our opened mouth. With the other hand we’d take a drink from a water bottle and show our vacant mouths. After Stoddard left we chuck the blue bastards over the side. Our penises were again allowed some down time, but not for long.

“Are you boys hiding the medication again?” Stoddard had blood in her eyes.

“What medication?” I asked with as much innocence as I could muster.

“Your pills—the pills we give you to prevent tropical diseases,” she’d respond.

Joey had balls. Not just hanging below his penis, but in his attitude. “If they are to protect us from diseases, how come the girls don’t have to take them? And, why when we stopped before, did our dicks get soft again?   Are they really for diseases or are they to make our toys more to your liking, Miss Stoddard?”

She got pissed and you could see the stabbing eyes glaring at both of us, “You will do as you’re told. Now, I’m going to ask again. Are you boys taking the pills we give you?”

I let Joey fight this one. He responded, “You stand there and watch us. You make us show you we swallowed them. You tell me. Are we taking them?”

“That’s it you brat. Julie hold his arms behind his back.” She complied and pinned Joey’s hands behind his back. Then she pushed the pill into his mouth and ordered him to swallow it. She followed the same procedure with me having Angie pin my hands. “Now, in a half hour or so if you guys are hard again, I’m going to tear your asses up with the belt. It will tell me the pills do work and you haven’t been taking them.”

I choked in fear of the strap knowing full well we were going to have burning asses within the hour. Not Joey though, “Ah, ha, they aren’t for disease. They are to keep us hard. I knew it. You like little boy boners don’t you?”

Bad mistake. Stoddard made it plain if we did sport erections within the hour, Julie would whip me but she wanted to do Joey herself.

Needless to say by the end of the hour both of us were stiff as a board. Stoddard, Julie and Angie fingered our balls and penises. Angie did her usual slapping to watch my erection swing back and forth eventually ending up sticking straight out. It was apparent to me Angie had changed a little. She did mention looking forward to watching us get the belt. She used to have a little more compassion.

Julie made it a point to out Stoddard to report that we were back to normal. After doing so, both came below deck to usher us to the gathering area to meet out our punishment. Stoddard announced to all present, “These boys are going to get the belt for breaking rules. When we tell you to take medication you do it without question. And, when I correct you or your keeper corrects you avoid smart ass arguments. Understood?”

Jake and George were wide eyed and just shook their heads to affirm their understanding. I just mumbled “yes” under my breath. Joey didn’t respond. He just stood there with a cocky look on his face. I, for one, admired the kid’s guts.

Stoddard took Joey by the arm and bent him over the edge of a table and ordered the girls to secure him. They spread out his arms and legs each holding one of his appendages. Angie and Bethany sat under the table and held his ankles using his legs as a shield should Stoddard miss the target. Julie was gloating as she secured his left arm by the wrist, and Kathy had the look of anticipation on her face. Then there was a wooooosssssshhhhh followed by a snap. The pink stripe was quick to develop and Joey lunged forward. He didn’t moan or cry. I guess he was just glad it was on the backside and not the front like a prior whipping he’d had. Stoddard took her time to deliver the next stripe, but deliver she did. Joey again lunged forward, but this time he grunted from the pain. He took four of those welts before he started crying. Rather than beg for cessation he started yelling obscenities. “I hate you fucking cunts!” Bad move under the circumstances. Stoddard just kept going. After eight or nine of those she responded, “If you keep your mouth going, I’m going to keep whipping you, you little shit!” And she did. Joey’s ass wasn’t pink it was red. There were actually stripes with little bubbles of blood when she stopped. It was clear he truly wouldn’t be sitting down for at least a week.

“Now, Sean it’s your turn,” Stoddard handed the belt to Julie. “Whip him good. I don’t want him to forget it!”

As my keeper, Angie asked if she could hold my wrist this time so she could see my face as I was punished. Kathy relinquished and held my right ankle. Stoddard took my left wrist and Angie the right. Then it started. Julie swung the belt. She had perfected her skill somewhat. The pain after the snap was an unbearable sting. She waited between swings and each was at least the same force as the first. I was crying by the fourth stripe. But, one thing I learned was to keep my anger to myself and my mouth shut. After eight Stoddard called for Julie to stop. My ass was on fire. But, not as much as Joey’s, I’m sure. It was one time the chill in the air, if there was any, didn’t bother me. In fact, I just wanted to jump overboard to let the cold Atlantic waters cool me off. I wondered if Joey’s would cool or if the salt water would sting his.

That night I had to lick Joey’s sore ass by order of Julie. She wanted me to sooth him a bit. I was fine until she told me to tongue his hole.

“Should I get Miss Stoddard or should I put you on report? If you don’t tongue Joey’s hole now, I’ll see to it you have another round with the belt.” She was smug. She truly was a mean little bitch. Long story short I stuck my extended tongue in Joey’s butt hole as Julie chanted, “further, further, all the way in”. Angie just watched in silence.

I did hear Kathy who hadn’t been present when the order was given, “What a great idea. Bethany and I will have to get our two to do that. Mind if I watch for a while?”

“You can watch,” Angie was very quiet in her invitation.

After licking Joey’s burning ass and tonguing his hole for about a half hour, Julie reversed our roles and I was licked. I must admit when his tongue entered my hole, I forgot my ass was on fire. As Julie did her chant “deeper, deeper” and Joey pushed it in further and further I must admit it felt good and had my erect penis doing a ‘happy dance’.

Three days later we were called to the gathering deck. The Captain did one of her rare presentations.

“Girls, how would you like to earn some spending money?”

They all got excited. But, we boys were very obviously not included.

“You have taken care of the boys for almost a full month and they really haven’t given much in return. We’re going to let you make some money with them. They owe it to you for all the excellent care you’ve given them.”

I don’t know what the others were thinking, but the term “excellent care” had me almost dropping my mouth in disbelief.

“There is a club in our next port of call that is frequented by men and women who like to look at and play with naked kids. We’re going to have you dress your boys in costumes so they can do a strip tease on the stage of that club. We’re going to have them dance as the customers put money in the boys’ belts, holes and crevices. You can make the boys do lap dances and empower the clubs clientele to touch whatever they’d like, for a price of course. Only one rule. The club’s clientele aren’t allowed to expose their own private body parts while they are in contact with one of our boys. Other than that you can pretty much set the price for extra services and all of the money your boy collects is yours to keep. For example you can say five dollars American for a lap dance, ten for sucking their boy parts or fingering their holes. You know stuff like that.”

Joey was a bit more worldly than the rest of us. He argued, “I ain’t no fucking whore. I don’t need a pimp.”

The Captain raised her eyebrows and asked, “Joey, do I need Miss Stoddard to remind you of the other day?”

Surprisingly it seemed to register with Joey. He settled down.

George politely raised his hand and was acknowledged by the Captain. He asked, “Can’t we have some of the money too? I mean we’re earning it.”

“That is up to your keeper. She can choose to share it or keep it. You work for her in payment for her having to care for you this cruise.”

My thoughts went wild, “Holy shit! You mean we have to pay them for abusing us? What the hell is wrong with this picture?” If I was Joey, I’d have blurted it out. But, again, surprisingly he didn’t say a word.

After tying up to the dock, we were summoned to the aft deck and stood at parade rest with our dicks sticking out in their usual way. Each of the keepers was given a clear plastic bag with what looked like clothing in them. Stoddard began instruction, “Girls in these bags are clothing our boys are to wear to the club. If you’d pull out the simple elastic band,” she held one up, “have your boy step into it and pull it up just above his waist.” They did as they were told. “This is your money band. The boys will wear these all the time so the clients can push money in them.”

“Now, if you rummage around you’ll find a thong like this. Down here we call them banana hammocks. Get it?” All the girls smiled. “Have your boy put it on so the butt floss slides right up his crack. Be careful as the whole thing is secured by the Velcro tab on the back. This is so the boys can rip them off during their dances and expose what everyone is there to see.” The girls laughed.

I couldn’t believe it but the next item was shorts. Black shorts! Clothes! Oh sure they were very skimpy, but they were shorts.

“Have them slide into the shorts. Again be careful and make sure the Velcro running up the sides is properly secured. You’ll notice they are a bit like diapers and secure at the sides so the boys can rip them off as they dance.” The girls put them on us. I know we all were surprised as hell. It was the first time since leaving Massachusetts that we were covered.   “Angie, you know what would be cute? Pull Sean’s dick head out from the thong and point it down the leg of his shorts so the tip is sticking out. It’d be really cute. Go ahead he’s long enough.” Angie reached up my short leg and grabbed my penis and pulled it out the side of the thong pouch and down the leg of my shorts. It was long enough. “Oh, that’s great.”

“Now let’s get the sleeveless white shirt out. Note again the Velcro where the buttons are usually. Put it on them.” They did. “Last but not least the bow tie. Just pull the band over their heads and put it in place.”

There we were dressed in our Chippendale costumes. Most kids our age would be embarrassed to be seen in these thing, but we hadn’t worn this much cover in a month. It was great.

“Now as you rehearse a routine with them, keep in mind the only things they shouldn’t take off is the bowtie and the elastic money band. Other than that, everything goes. Try to make the whole routine a tease. In other words make the dance that has the people in the club yelling for more. For example you can have the boys pull on the pouch of their thongs to offer sneak peeks and stuff like that. Remember, the longer they go before they show their junk, the more money you make. Make these guys pay for each clothing item!”

Kathy raised her hand, “When do people in the audience get to feel their things?”

“After they’re naked or down to the band and the bowtie, you can make them available for touching and lap dancing. If one of those horny bastards starts to put one of the boys’ toys in their mouth remind the guy he has to pay first.”

Bethany asked, “How do we know how much Argentine money is equal to our dollars?”

The Captain entered and answered, “The club owner knows it’s going to be a night for ‘cut kids’, which is what he calls American boys. They exchange the Argentine currency for American dollars at the door. Do not accept anything but American money from any of them unless they’re just tucking it in the elastic as the boys dance. But there is to be no personal contact without American bills. Everyone got it?”

“Okay, girls you have the rest of the day and all day tomorrow to work on a dance routine with them. There is a boom box over there with some disks. Feel free to use whatever music you want. Boys, do as you’re told or you get the belt. If your dancing isn’t suggestive enough you’ll get the belt.”

Kathy again raised her hand, “Do they dance alone or as a group?”

Stoddard answered, “That’s up to you. You can do both if you wish. The whole night is for the ‘cut boys’ so they can do a group thing and then redress for single dance or vice versa. It’s up to you. Remember, they need lap time too to make the big bucks.”

She followed with, “Julie feel free to use the belt during rehearsal.” Julie got a shit eating grin on her face. This was the first time she could use it without supervision from an adult. I know for a fact we boys all had a touch of fear knowing Julie could make the calls.

Angie wanted to work on an individual routine for me. She found music on one of the disks that said “The Stripper” by some guy named David Rose. When she played it, it sounded like stripper music I’d heard on late night television shows back home. She started timing my clothing removal with the flow of the music. She started by telling me when and how to remove my shorts—slow, smooth and rhythmic movements ending with a toss to the side of the room. She made me move my hips in a circular fashion as I was coached on shirt removal. She made me keep my penis sticking out the side of the thong and tease with my hidden ball sack. Eventually, I was made to pull the thong off and continue to dance making sure I would move along the stage perimeter. I did find the process somewhat fun but I think that was only because the girls present had all seen and massaged my package regularly for the prior month. I’m not going to lie. The anticipation of doing this in front of horny grownups was definitely worrisome. My thoughts were the same as my brothers in nudity, “What are they going to do to me tomorrow night?”

After a night of restless sleep, we were all summoned to the gathering room. The girls helped us get the costumes on as Stoddard stood there with a strap in her hand. “Aren’t they just the cutest?” the voice of the Captain broke the tension of the silence. “We do have front row tables for the show don’t we, Miss Stoddard?”

“Yes, Captain. We’re about ready to take the boys down to the club for a dress rehearsal before they open.”

“Remember last year? You had to beat that little Timmy Gutheridge with the strap for his lousy performance. When you stripped him naked and started swinging that strap of yours the people in the club cheered. They thought it was just the greatest show of all. Don’t you think?”

“It was quite exciting for them. Sure hope these guys have their shit together.”

I don’t know if that was meant to scare us or just get us to thinking hard about doing a good show, but either way it worked. It was humiliating enough to be doing a striptease in front of all these perverted adults, but a whipping would be not only more humiliating but painful too.

We walked through the streets of Rio Gallegos with our butt cheeks peeking out from under the hem of those shorts with every step we took. No one was complaining as it was the first time we’d been allowed to cover our sensitive spots since the cruise began. I have to say it was a bit chilly, but the brisk walk helped warm us. We ended up going down a dark alley toward a light above a sign that read, “Club de Solitario” just below that “Niños Desnudos, Cerveza y Ron”. I remember asking Angie what it said. She said, “Club Lonely – naked boys, beer and rum”.    After she told me, I also remember thinking maybe I shouldn’t have asked.

Stoddard pounded on the door with her closed fist three times. The door to the basement opened momentarily and a rather short rotund man waved us in. He grabbed Jake’s arm and began squeesing his bicept. Then he turned him around with definite interest in his ass and legs. A smile came to his face. Angie told me he said, “Nice boys this time” to Stoddard. She nodded and told me to show the man my dick. I felt a lump as I swallowed. “I said take off the shorts and the thong and show him your dick.”

I shyly disrobed below the waist. The disgusting little bastard cradled my ball sack in his right hand and eventually rubbed my erect phallus with his left. He did everything but drool. “El niño es superdotado. Se debe prestar también. Usted sabe que como ellos circuncidados.”

Stoddard just mumbled “Si.”

I couldn’t ask Angie what he said as the man actually had me by the balls. When he moved on to Joey, he noticed the faint pink marks left by his last round with Stoddard’s strap. As he tickled the bottom of Joey’s butt cheeks with his finger tips and laughed, “Mantenerlo disciplinado?” I began to put the thong back on. Stoddard scowled at me.

“Did I say to get dressed again? Keep it off until I tell you to put it back on.” She glared at me. I held the clothing in my hand as my erect penis stuck straight out.

He laughed and escorted us to a small stage with three poles from the stage floor to the ceiling. As we approached I whispered to Angie, “What did he say back there?”

She whispered back, “He told Miss Stoddard that you had a long penis and that he liked that you guys were circumcised. He said you’d bring in a lot of money. I sure hope he’s right. I could use some money. Then he said something about her whipping Joey and he seemed to like it.”

“What are you two whispering about?” Julie was being nosey.

“I just told him what the man was saying.”

This was all very interesting, until the man grabbed my arm and pulled me up on the stage. He stood be in front of one of those poles and said something in Spanish. I had no clue what he wanted as his hand slid up and down the pole which was really dirty looking. He said it again and looked to Stoddard to restate his command.

“Sean he wants you to rub your boy parts up and down the pole. He wants you to make it squeak.”

I was lost, “What’s that mean?”

“Rub your stuff up and down on the pole until the friction makes a squeaking sound.” She was smiling as she clarified.

“Do I have to?”

“I’ll give him the strap if you don’t. And, you know what he’ll do with it, don’t you?”

I hugged the nasty pole and press my hard dick and ball sack tightly against it. Really, it was filthy and God only knows what that filth was. I moved slowly sliding my package up and down the damned thing but no “squeak” happened. I think it was the nasty shit lubricating it.

“Make it squeak”, Stoddard demanded.

“I can’t. It won’t do that. This is nasty.”

I felt the pain as the strap hit my vulnerable bare backside. It did make me try harder, but no squeak was to be had. Again, the strap connected and my eyes began to tear more from frustration and desperation than pain. My thinking was the lashes would continue until I made the damn noise the wanted. Noticing my helpless aggravation with failed attempts, Stoddard turned toward the man and in Spanish must have told him I couldn’t make the noise he wanted. Then she told me to rejoin the others.

“Angie, put the sliding part into Sean’s routine. This afternoon you can try to get it to squeak as he slides his dick and balls up and down the pole. Perhaps he’s right and it needs a good cleaning to get the sound. Looks like previous older performers must have shot their wads all over the damned thing.”

Oh, that made me feel better. My dick had just rubbed against old dried cum deposits. I hoped she was saying that in jest, but probably not.

The only more disgusting thing was her ordering Jake to lick off my balls and dick right after that remark. The sleezy club owner love watching that routine. He said something to Stoddard.   Angie said he told her he just wanted something like that included in the show. As insensitive as it was, my only thought was it was better to be on the receiving end of that than the giving end.

Stoddard had it in for Joey. I think she really hated him. “Joey. Here are some rags. Lick those poles and then wipe them with the rags . Let’s get them cleaned up.”

“With all due respect, oh, hell no! I’m not going to do that. You want them licked tell George or Jake to do it. Look Jake could really slime them up with spit. I’m not doing it! I’d rather lick these guys’ assholes than put my tongue on those fucking poles.” He was adamant.

“Julie the strap!” We all knew Joey was in for it. But then the man jumped in and said something in Spanish and Stoddard stepped down. She responded in Spanish and then said to Joey, “You’re lucky this time, but you keep up your smart ass attitude and I’ll beat your ass until it bleeds again. I’m tired of your attitude young man. I’m warning you, you’ll get it before we return home.” She was pissed at him.

The club owner handed Joey a bottle of what looked like glass cleaner in a spray bottle and some paper towels. He nodded toward the poles and Joey angrily began the cleaning job. Needless to say, Windex was far better than licking. I just think, in her dislike for him, Stoddard wanted to completely humiliate Joey.

Angie later told me the man told Stoddard not to damage the goods before the show. He told her to wait until she had him back on board the boat to beat him.

For some reason Joey and I had been the targets for most of the harassment from not only the Stoddard, the Captain, the girls but also most of the people—other kids, men and women. I think George and Jake were okay looking boys. Their packages were smaller than mine, but I’d say average in size for boys our age. Joey’s was too. I think it was Joey’s legs and eyes that drew his attention, then again it could have been his ‘cocky’ attitude too. I just don’t understand why the other two weren’t the targets of abuse and fondling as often as we were. Their keepers, Kathy and Bethany weren’t often very aggressive either, though both were very willing to help and observe when we were forced into sex play with each other or were being whipped. In some ways George and Jake were getting off light and I was anxious to see what that show night had in store for them. Both Joey and I were certain it wasn’t going to be a good night for us.

Stoddard stood behind the black curtain, the stage was lit by red tinted lighting. She stood with the strap hanging from her left hand and gave us the expected threats. “I’ll beat you right on stage. Those folks out there would love to watch that, so don’t give me a reason.” Her eyes were particularly glued on Joey as she spoke. “Sean, you better make that dick and ball sack of yours squeak a bit when you hug that pole. Remember to point the dick head up when you do it. It will make better contact for your ball sack and it should make the noise Diego is wanting to hear.”

Now that scared me. I hadn’t rubbed against the damned pole since the failed attempt when it was dirty. I knew she was looking for a reason to do an on stage whipping session with a naked boy and I didn’t want to give her a reason.

“The Captain and Kathy will be videoing and clicking photos throughout the show. We want to document it to send back to your mothers. So remember to face them when you are dancing. If one of the men or women in the audience wants to pull you over to them, you go but don’t sit until they put at least a five in the band. You let them play with your dicks and balls for a few minutes and then get back on the stage and dance until another one grabs you. Be sure to go around the edge of the stage while dancing so they can tuck money in your bands.

“Girls you need to reap the harvest occasionally. Take the money out of your boy’s band so we don’t lose any of it. Remember, it’s all yours to keep. Should the audience yell for a particular act like blowing or sucking each other or shoving fingers in each other’s holes, be sure to parade the boys around until the money straps are full before you command them to do it. Any questions?”

Bethany raised her hand. “What if one of the people wants to suck one of the boys or finger their holes?”

“Make ‘em pay for it. Then give the okay.”

“How much?”

“That’s up to you. You are marketing your boy. Don’t be afraid to demand as much as you think they’re worth. I wouldn’t let them do those things for less than ten bucks. Oh and while I think about it, Diego, the owner of this place has his wife taking photos and selling them to the audience. They will give you two dollars for each photo they sell. They’ll be taking photos and videos of the audience playing with the boys if you know what I mean and you will get some of the proceeds.”

With that there was a smile on each of the girls’ faces and some quick verbal comments about how profitable the night would be.

Jake made a rare comment, “Why don’t we get some of the money? We’re the ones who are earning it.”

Stoddard wasn’t as unpleasant in her response as she would have been to me or Joey, “Because you need to show your gratitude for all the fine care you’ve gotten from Bethany by making sure she is compensated for it. You should be very thankful to her for her care.”

Jake remained silent, but Joey had to mumble. “Shit. Care my ass.”

Stoddard pulled the strap back, “What, Joey? Do you have something to say?”

He retreated, “I said my ass is scared about tonight.”

Stoddard knew that wasn’t the comment, but she accepted it anyway.   Perhaps it was Diego’s warning about “damaging the good before the show.”

The music started and Diego was speaking Spanish. Only the Captain, Stoddard and Angie knew what the hell he was saying, but it was evident we were being introduced. Angie whispered the translation to us. Something about cute knobs on cut dicks. All erect dicks. Then she said he reminded them they would only get what they paid for and that the girls were the negotiators. He also told them photos and videos would be taken for a fee, if they wished, while the played with the “boy toys”.

There was a round of applause and cat calls. It made my skin crawl. It wasn’t the most sanitary place and the audience shouts sounded like the place looked—sleazy.

The music started and Stoddard pushed George through the curtain opening, followed by Joey, then Jake and finally me. We swiveled our hips and did the rehearsed gyrations. Then came the stripping sequence. Once the shorts were ripped off and thrown to the side of the stage the whistling and cheering started. The lights were bright and it made the audience hard to see, but the sounds suggested a sizable group out there. My boner was pushing out the side of my thong and I knew it was drawing attention. The music continued and we reached the point where we ripped off the shirts in unison and discarded them to the side. In what felt like no time it came to the point where the thongs had to come off. When that happened I could feel my penis bounce free and sway as I continued to move to the music. I did glance around and saw my fellow shipmates in the same condition. The audience went wild. I wished I spoke Spanish so I could tell what they were saying. The whistling needed no interpretation.

As I moved to the edge of the stage, someone grabbed my money band and rubbed my dick at the same time. I could feel the bill being tucked into the strap. Within minutes I was walking around with many bills hanging from the elastic around my waist. My dick and balls had been really worn out with all the quick contacts, but the time was approaching for my solo dance. You know the pole hugger.

I danced my way to the pole. The other boys stood in the background swaying to make their boners flop around, while I lifted my dick so it would point up and pressed it and my ball sack tightly against the brass and started sliding my boy parts up and down. I wanted desperately to make the friction sound so I didn’t end up getting my ass beaten. The friction was hot but there was a slight sound that emanated.   Was it enough for Diego and Stoddard? Did they even hear it? Oh well, I did my best. There was a bit of a friction burn on my scrotum, but it would cool.

Following that performance we again danced to the edge of the stage. This time though someone grabbed my arm and pulled me off the stage. A good looking young guy who couldn’t have been older than twenty pulled me into his lap. Angie spoke to him in Spanish and he handed her ten dollars. Then he faced me toward the stage, spread my legs so I straddled his and began stroking my legs. His hands gradually worked their way to my package and he fingered my dick. He pinched the head and tried to masturbate me not realizing I wasn’t really ‘shooting’ yet. I could feel his fingers manipulate my balls and I was jolted as he inserted his middle finger up my hole.

Angie spoke Spanish again. I could see the man/boy’s eyes light up. “?Aspirar?” Angie nodded affirmatively with her brown eyes sparkling. “¿Qué precio?”

Angie responded, “Veinte dólares.”

The man handed her two more tens and then ushered me to a small curtained área. Angie followed. The three of us went behind and pulled the curtain closed. It was like a large fitting room I was used to in the department stores back home. The man stood me on the bench facing him. He spread my legs apart and began licking my dick. His tongue then began swiping my balls.

“He’s going to suck your boy parts. Just relax.” Angie prompted while standing in a corner by the curtain.

I felt his finger go into my ass as his opened mouth engulfed my erect penis. His siliva was warm and he certainly was manually exploring my lower bowel as he did so. Back and forth his mouth and lips slid. I wasn’t sure which end I was most aware of, but it certainly was uncomfortable. We were disturbed as the curtain was rapidly opened all the way. A woman with a camera stood outside the booth. “?Fotos?” That needed no interpretation.

The man removed my penis from his mouth and left the spit covered appendage pointing straight at him.

“Si, muchos.”

The boy/man again engulfed my penis and the woman began her imaging. His finger reentered my anus and he started his gentle rummaging around in there again.

The lady spoke again, “Él es un chico muy guapo.”

Angie interpreted, “She said you are a very good looking boy.”

With that the lady patted my ass. I mean the guys finger was still stuck up there and his lips were locked on my shaft and now she was patting my bare ass cheeks. Momentarily I felt my body thrust forward. I shoved my penis down the guy’s throat as my body was lifted to my tiptoes. I’d never felt anything like that before, but I liked it in spite of the circumstances.

He began to unzip his pants. Angie slapped his hand and shook her head and finger at him. “No!” It was clear she was telling him he wasn’t allowed to expose himself during the session. The photographer, Diego’s wife, nodded in agreement and lightly slapped his arm as well. I didn’t know whether he was wanting to jerk off or had other intentions, but I was thankful Angie literally had my back(side).

Though the session with that guy lasted probably fifteen minutes, it felt like hours. When I was taken back out there was another middle aged man waiting to take his turn. Back to the cubicle I went with Angie in tow. The guy bit my tip right behind the cleft. It hurt like hell. I jolted and yelled causing him to break loose and abruptly depart the screened área. He didn’t break the skin, but my dick felt like he seperated the tip from the shaft. It didn’t. Angie didn’t say a word either and I know she knew what happened, because after his session she examined my penis.

Most memorable was two middle aged women who paid to fondle me. Here were two women who were of an age they could have been my mother pulling on my erection, fingering my hole and licking me all over. What was most devastating was their desire to hurt me. Their pulls and squeezes were rather rough and they had this thing about flicking my balls with their index fingers. It would send me into a protective posture and they would laugh and say something in Spanish. I expected Angie to stop the rough stuff, but she didn’t. She giggled too and even on at least two occasions joined the commentary. One of them shoved a swizzle stick from their drink in my hole right up to the ornament on the end of the stick and left it there. In hindsight, I guess it could have been worse they could have stuck it up my urethra. One of those women bit my left ass cheek. I know there were teeth marks as I saw the oval design when I was free to turn around and look.

One of the ladies asked, “¿Estamos autorizados a pegarle?”

Angie responded, “Sí, pero le costará diez dólares.”

The other added, “?Con una correa de cuero?”

“Voy a pedirle permiso a nuestro guardián.”

Angie filled me in. “They want to whip you with the strap. I told them it would cost them more and that I had to ask permission from Miss Stoddard first.”

“Please Angie, no. Tell them Miss Stoddard said they couldn’t. Don’t ask. Please don’t do this to me.”

She smiled shrugged her shoulders and pushed the curtain aside as she left to talk to Stoddard. The women took advantage of the time to fondle my ball sack. I was a wreck waiting for Angie’s return, but I knew the answer would probably be “Yes.”

Angie came back with the strap in hand. “Señorita Stoddard dijo que sí, pero usted tendrá que pagar más.”

There was a glint in the eyes of both women, “?Anverso y reverso?”

“Sí, veinte dólares.” Angie held out her hand and they put a ten spot in it. Then she told me part of what I already knew—Stoddard had agreed. “They want to whip your backside and the penis and ball sack as well. I told them they could for twenty dollars. Don’t worry I’ll split it with you.”

“I don’t want them to do that. Tell them to keep the money. They can spank the back but not the front.”

“Let’s not forget who is in-charge here. You’ll do whatever I tell you and I’m telling you your boy parts are going to be disciplined.”

“Discipline? What did I do? No, please, Angie don’t let them.”

“It’ll be over before you know it and you’ll have ten dollars on top of that.”

“It’s worth ten not to let them. Please…”

It was all to no avail. One woman bent me over and the other began the whipping. It hurt. They weren’t just playing they were taking out a lot of pent up anger on my ass. Then the spanker handed the strap off and rolled me over. I was crying from the beating and tried to fight off the next move. The woman with the belt landed a solid, seering lash right to my scrotum. I screamed and tried violently to wiggle out from under the holder when Angie gave an assist and pinned me solidly. Three more strokes were applied to my boy parts. The pain made me forget how hot my ass was. When they let me go, I fell to the dirty floor and assumed the fetal position. The women laughed and left through the curtain. Funny, those two didn’t pay for video or photo documentation.

Angie told me to “Pull [myself] together. The night was still young and there was money to be made.” I was really upset that , of all the keepers, had turned so ruthless. But I guess you never know.

The rest of the evening I was kept busy in that little cubicle. Thankfully, none of the rest of those buying time were as aggressive as the women were. There were no more spankings—front or back. The worst of it included lots of oral action. One guy bought George as well as me and made us orally service each other in a 69 position and play with each other’s dicks and balls. We were already used to doing that though.

Angie probably took in two or three hundred dollars pimping me out, not to mention the photo royalties taken in for the video and still images that were recorded by Diego’s mother. I have to say, she did give me fifty dollars for my cut and under the rules she didn’t have to. The other keepers were not so generous to their boys.

Stoddard did rub salt into the wounds of the evening, “Boys we get a complimentary copy of all images and videos recorded tonight and we will be sharing them with your mothers.” To complete her sentence I’d add, “and, whoever they want to share them with as well.”

(The End)