Lou set the running camera down next to the television. It recorded every movement as he strode to the bathroom door and strongly backhanded the boy across his mouth. The strike dropped Chris to the floor. Lou reached into his hip pocket, pulling out something jangling as he knelt next to Chris' body. The camera didn't pick up anything more than light ratcheting sounds from behind the blind of the bed's edge. Seconds later, the boy was picked up and tossed face-down on the covers. Chris' wrists were handcuffed behind his back.
Moments of grumbles and muttering echoed lowly in the room. Lou hastily unfastened and pulled Chris' jeans off, growling at his captive the whole time. The boy's shirt was a less delicate matter, with his arms largely immobilized. Lou merely ripped it to pieces. Chris lie naked on the stiff bedding within a minute. Lou began flat-palmed, heavy slaps across the boy's curvy backside. Every slap was chased by a rub and a grope of the flesh. Slap after slap. Mummbled threat after mummbled threat. By the time Lou shifted his position, Chris' delicate skin glowed a dark pink. The red outlines of thick fingers were still clearly visible. Lou stood up on his knees behind Chris' prone figure. He made a big reveal of unzipping his trousers and exposing himself to the lens. His smooth, circumsized cockhead traced up and down the hairless divide between Chris' reddened mounds. A wad of saliva aimed to fall against the tight young hole was all the concession Chris was going to get.
Screaming was not an option. Chris instead gave a restrained cry of pain as Lou shoved in without preamble. From the first, the thrusting was deep, steady, and fast. Lou ringed his fingers around the base of his shaft. He knelt on his left knee, braced with his leg up on his right foot. It allowed him to keep his thighs spread wide, so the camera wouldn't miss an instant of the forty-six-year-old penis repeatedly vanishing up into the eighteen-year-old boy. The burning and aching brought out Chris' growls and yelps. The boy looked up to the lens that glared back at him. The thought of others being shown Lou's conquest sooner or later crossed his thoughts, raising the heat of an embarassed blush to his face. Jumping right into bed, at least, would likely put an early end to the evening. They could both be home, lying to their respective families within the hour. Lou's wheezing began seconds later. Chris braced himself for the hot ooze on its way.
Lou pulled out of Chris and quickly crept up the boy's body to straddle his ribcage from over his back. One hand grabbed the back of Chris' soft hair, pulling enough for the camera to see the most of his feminine features, smooth and unmarred by puberty. Lou's other hand beat off on his erection feverishly. It took only seconds to summon a milky orgasm. Splashes and streaks of white sperm shot across the boy's cheeks and lips. Chris' mouth opened for a wordless gripe of protest. Lou seized the opportunity to shoot his last drops at the back of the boy's throat. The head and half the shaft pushed into Chris' mouth, stroking against his tongue. Lou sat upright on his knees over the boy, waiting for his breath to slow.
"You look right into that camera, and you lick up everything you can reach. Swallow every drop."
Chris did as ordered. His tongue stretched out to lick around his lips, and did his best to make the swallows audible. Lou's fingers scraped the rest of the semen together in areas, wiping them off of the boy's skin, then shoving his fingers into the young mouth for Chris to suck clean. The boy earned a slap on his cheek for his obedience, only half as strong as the one that had knocked him off his feet. His current possessor rolled the lithe boy onto his back.
Lou's hands held to the sides of the boy's neck, sliding up along under Chris' jaw, then travelling out to his shoulders. Sleazy massaging started everywhere Lou touched. He took slow delight in pinching the blond's pert nipples. Yanking them. Biting them. Sucking them red. Lou left the bed to stand on the floor, using the leverage to reposition the cuffed boy for his documentary. Chris soon sat with a leg to each side of the bed's corner, braced back on his joined arms. Lou's hand rubbed along the boy's stomach in long strokes. They trailed down Chris' thighs. Back up to the boy's crotch. Lou rubbed hard over the curly white hair encircling Chris' hooded penis. Always around it. Never fully touching another manhood. It was so much in keeping with Lou's usual style. To him, a gay boy was simply a girl with a dick and no chest. Pleasuring Chris by any means but anal sex was never on Lou's adgenda.
It took Chris completely by surprise when Lou's thick fingers closed around the boy's stiffening shaft. Lou pulled on the sensitive flesh slowly. Tightly. Back and forth. Watching the pale foreskin cinch itself closed over the round helmet, watching it bloom and reveal the large, fertile cock going to waste. Chris was hard in Lou's grip within minutes. The man's free hand reached further between the boy's thighs, fondling the velvety sac and firm balls it found. His lips puckered, meeting Chris' with short, almost cute smooches that smacked lightly for the soundtrack. Lou began licking Chris' lips. The boy's tongue gradually came out to play willingly. Deep, open mouthed kisses followed. So did the first soft moaning from the boy's deep voice. It seemed as soon as Chris began to give, Lou stood up and moved away.
Lou calmly straightened his clothes, closed his pants, and left Chris to languish on the corner in his bothered state. The man walked around him to the small table, picking up a cell phone. Chris' face fell into disbelief. The son of a bitch left him aching to make a goddamned call? To who? A pizza delivery?
"Jim? Lou. Coast is clear."
Three seconds. That was it. That was what couldn't wait. That was more important than pleasuring his faithful whore. Hanging up, Lou again reposed Chris on the bed, now centered between the pillows with his back to the headboard. Chris quickly poolled all of the saliva he had. He could still taste Lou's sperm lacing it. Chris spat at Lou's feet. He didn't care that he'd missed. The camera caught the venom. The man ignored it. Lou switched on the television to the complementary supply of pornography. Taking a seat by the small, square table by the window, Lou opened his briefcase.
Chris glared at his captor while Lou started on finishing some random paperwork from his office. The blond snorted a quiet breath. Looking to the small screen, he hoped to be distracted from his predicament. No such luck. Two saline-enhanced women made out on the screen, soon joined by a third. Not one man to look at. Chris was sorely uninterested. The introduction of a thick double-ended dildo into their session at least stirred Chris' imagination. He should see about buying a toy or two soon. He certainly had enough of Lou's money to pay for them. Maybe a good vibrator could replace Lou completely. An inflatable doll could certainly replace the man's company.
Half an hour's passing brought a knock on the door. Lou answered it, but stepped outside the room to speak to their visitor. Granted, a bound, naked, high school senior with a film of semen dried on his face wasn't something just anyone would be prepared to see. Lou came back inside with another paper bag, this one covering a twelve pack of cheap beers. The uncovered end of the case gave it away. He set it down on the table, then walked over to close the door behind another man carrying another case. A tall man in his early fifties had followed Lou inside. His jacket and cap, both casually being removed, resplendant in brown tones of wood-themed camouflage. What he was doing here, Chris had no idea.
Lou introduced the man with the scruffy, mousy brown beard littered with grays, dyed near his lips and down the middle from chewing tobacco, as Jim. He indroduced Chris as his 'son on Thursdays'. Earlier in the week, a deal had been struck out of Chris' earshot. Jim was now there move the camera. He volunteered for the job, and grinned admitting it. Jim took up residence on the bed's far corner to watch the televised orgies, his burly shape making it impossible for him to sit with his legs together. Lou tore open a cardboard case and cracked open a can. He swilled half the can down in one drink. Lou took Chris strongly by his jaw, opting to feed his restrained babysitter a drink, rather than let Chris loose. The brand of beer was actually something that tasted worse than Lou's cum, or perhaps explained the semen's flavor, but Chris swallowed it all the same. Lou returned to stroking Chris' inner thighs with fingers wet and cold from the can's condensation. Jim was ordered to pick up the camera.
