The Arrangement
I was on a business trip in Prague, and I wanted to spice up my evening. As I checked into the hotel, the sleazy receptionist eyed me up and down. I leaned in and whispered, “I want a young one.” He raised an eyebrow but nodded, understanding my request.
“Something underage?” he asked, his voice low. I nodded again. “And for how long?” he continued, his eyes gleaming with greed.
“I’ll be here until morning, then I’m leaving,” I replied, immediately regretting the words as they left my mouth. “Thirty thousand upfront, and it’s guaranteed,” he said, holding out his hand. I handed him the cash, and he quickly pocketed it. “I’ll send the package to your room,” he murmured, as if we were discussing something illegal.
I took the elevator to the fifth floor, unlocked my room, and settled in. After a quick shower, I heard a soft knock at the door. I opened it to find a young boy, no more than fifteen, standing nervously in the hallway. I gestured for him to come in, and he slipped inside, his eyes wide with fear.
“Have you done this before?” I asked, my voice stern. He nodded, but I could see the fear in his eyes. I sent him to the bathroom to shower, needing a moment to compose myself. When he returned, his hair was damp, and he looked even younger, his body trembling slightly.
I lay down on the bed and patted the spot next to me. He hesitantly sat down, and I handed him a glass of whiskey to calm his nerves. He took a sip, his hands shaking. I pulled him closer, my hands roaming over his body, feeling his muscles tense under my touch. He was scared, but I could see the curiosity in his eyes.
I started to kiss him, my lips pressing firmly against his. He resisted at first, but I could feel his body responding to mine. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling his heart race. He was a virgin, I could tell, and the thought excited me even more.
The Encounter
I pushed him gently onto the bed, my body covering his. He whimpered, but I could feel his cock hardening against my thigh. I knew he wanted it, even if he was too scared to admit it. I started to kiss his neck, my teeth nipping at his skin. He moaned softly, his hips bucking against me.
I ran my hand down his chest, my fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. He was beautiful, his body firm and toned. I could feel my own cock hardening, ready to take what I wanted. I grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, my other hand running down his stomach to his cock.
He gasped as I wrapped my hand around him, my fingers stroking his length. He was big for his age, and the thought of taking him made me even harder. I leaned down and took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his head. He moaned, his body arching off the bed.
I sucked him for a while, my hand pumping his shaft in time with my mouth. He was close, I could tell, his breaths coming in short gasps. I pulled away, leaving him panting and desperate. I wanted to make him wait, to make him beg for it.
I flipped him over, his ass in the air. I grabbed the lube from the nightstand and poured it over his hole, my fingers teasing him open. He moaned, his body pushing back against me. I slid a finger inside him, feeling his tight muscles clench around me. He was so fucking tight, and I couldn’t wait to feel him around my cock.
I added another finger, stretching him open. He moaned, his body shaking with pleasure. I knew he was ready, his body begging for more. I positioned myself behind him, my cock pressing against his entrance. He tensed, but I could feel his body wanting it.
I pushed into him slowly, feeling his muscles resist at first. But as I inched my way inside, he relaxed, his body accepting me. I groaned, the feeling of his tight ass around my cock almost too much to bear. I started to move, my hips thrusting against him. He moaned, his body pushing back against mine.
I grabbed his hips, my fingers digging into his skin. I could feel my orgasm building, my body ready to explode. I thrust harder, my cock pounding into him. He screamed, his body convulsing as he came, his ass clenching around my cock.
I groaned, my own orgasm hitting me like a wave. I shot my load inside him, my body shaking with the intensity of it. I collapsed on top of him, my breath ragged. He lay still, his body trembling beneath me.
The Aftermath
I pulled out of him, my cock still hard. I knew I wasn’t done with him yet. I flipped him over, his eyes meeting mine. I could see the fear and the desire mixing in his gaze. I grabbed his cock, my hand stroking him back to hardness. He moaned, his hips bucking against my hand.
I wanted to make him beg, to make him admit that he wanted it. I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear. “Do you want more?” I whispered, my voice low and dangerous. He hesitated, his body tensing. But then he nodded, his eyes meeting mine.
“Yes,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. I smiled, my hand tightening around his cock. I knew I had him, that he was mine to do with as I pleased. And I intended to take full advantage of that.
