Bernard Augello, known to his friends as Bernie, stood in the corner of the posh living room with a glass of wine and watched his fellow party-goers. The party had been fairly boring, so far. It was your standard schmooze-fest; all the higher-ups from the firm had been invited, and stood around talking about how much money they were making, and which governor they'd been golfing with last Sunday. Bernie had been to about a hundred like it, although he had to admit that Banks threw a better party than most. At least the food was good.
The man himself was surrounded by fawners and admirers; the whole point of the little get-together was that he'd just been made partner. Bernie watched the man with something vaguely akin to jealousy, although the potential fury of the emotion had been drowned in rather excellent wine. Still, Banks was one of those men that Bernie never quite liked. He seemed to have all the success in life—top job, great apartment, all the secretaries at the office flirting with him. It wasn't that Bernie grudged him his happiness, really, just that it felt like, well, like with people like Banks around, there wouldn't be anything left for people like Bernie.
A man in a dark blue suit and black-and-yellow striped tie sidled up to Bernie, following his gaze with a knowing smile. "Impressive guy, isn't he?" the man said.
"Sure is," Bernie said sourly, taking another sip of his drink.
The man smirked at him. Bernie looked over. He felt like he'd seen the man before, but couldn't place him. Maybe a clerk or something, or someone's personal assistant. There were a lot of people at the firm who had to get invited for reasons of politics, and Bernie didn't know half of them. Still, he was sure he'd seen the man around the office. That had to be it.
"You know," said the man quietly, his gaze returning to rest on Banks, "I heard something really interesting tonight."
"Mm?" said Bernie, not really caring.
"You know Banks's kid? That little boy who was taking everyone's coats at the door?"
Bernie vaguely pictured a younger version of Banks, like the man in miniature, except for the biggest puppy-dog eyes Bernie had ever seen and an air about him like he wasn't sure you weren't about to hit him.
"I heard," the man continued, "that he's been up in the bedroom with the coats all night, and people have been just going in and fucking him, right there. He'll do anything you ask, suck your cock, whatever. He doesn't make a sound, doesn't say a word about it to anyone. Regular little slut, I heard."
Bernie turned to look at the man incredulously. "Get out of here."
The man shrugged. "Just what I heard. Supposedly he's the night's real entertainment."
Bernie snorted, and said nothing. Moments later the man drifted off to a small group of people, leaving Bernie alone once more.
He was just trying to find the bathroom, he told himself about twenty minutes later as he made his way towards the main hall. He'd seen the guest bedroom there that Banks's boy had been taking the coats into, throwing them into a pile on the bed. He distinctly recalled watching the boy trundling under a pile of jackets almost as big as he was, and heaving them up onto the side of the bed. ...Surely he'd seen a bathroom around here somewhere too, hadn't he?
When he reached it, the door to the guest bedroom was still slightly ajar. Bernie peeked in, just out of curiosity, he told himself. Banks's son wasn't even there anymore, it seemed, the only thing left was the towering pile of coats-
No. No, he could see small socked feet sticking out from just behind the edge of the coats. They must all be piled on one side of the bed, leaving enough room behind them for the boy to sit on the other side. Darting a glance around the hall to make sure no one else was around, Bernie slipped into the room and closed the door behind him, locking it with a quick twist of the metal latch.
At the sound, the boy peeked around the edge of the coats, his large, dark eyes wide. The child said nothing as Bernie made his way around the edge of the bed.
Oh yes, there was plenty of room for someone to lie down on the other side of the coats. In fact, the way they were piled, the coats would perfectly shield someone occupying that side of the bed, provided they kept their head low enough.
'Clever little slut,' Bernie thought to himself. The boy had been playing a Gameboy when Bernie came in, but when he saw the man come around the bed, he shut it off self-consciously and placed it on the bedside table. He sat with his hands clasped in his lap, eyeing Bernie warily.
Licking his lips, Bernie looked back at the door, double-checking that he'd locked it. He stepped forward, looking down at the boy. Rumpled black hair and large brown eyes. Yes, like a little toy version of Banks. Like a small, helpless, easily-broken version of the man himself. Bernie reached down and placed a hand pointedly over the boy's crotch. The boy flinched slightly, but said nothing and did not move, still staring at Bernie.
Bernie smiled, and unzipped his pants. "Why don't you suck my cock, Boy?" he said in a conversational tone.
He wasn't sure if he'd really expected it to work, but he wasn't disappointed. The boy stretched his little hands forward and reached into Bernie's pants, pulling out the man's penis and settling onto his knees on the bed while Bernie stood next to him.
The boy's mouth was soft and warm as it enveloped the head of his penis, and Bernie shuddered as his member immediately perked up, growing hard with startling speed. The boy was surprisingly adept, fondling Bernie's balls in his hands as he licked his way up and down Bernie's shaft. It did seem like the boy had done this before.
When Bernie's cock had hardened, jutting rigidly up towards his stomach, the boy finally wrapped his mouth fully around it, ducking his head down and forcing the full length of the penis down his throat. Bernie's eyes bulged as his cock disappeared into the boy, the wet pressure of his throat sucking at Bernie's penis as the boy gagged slightly.
The boy quickly proceeded to give Bernie the best blowjob he'd had in years. The little dark head bobbed up and down over the shaft with surprising ease, sliding him down the boy's throat again and again. His hands cupped and massaged Bernie's balls, just gentle enough, occasionally teasing with a slight pressure behind them. There was no way this was the boy's first time doing this.
Bernie could barely take the sight of it anymore; it was so wrong, this little boy swallowing him like there was no tomorrow. So hot, and yet... he didn't want to finish here. He didn't have the stamina he'd had in his youth, and he really wanted to test those claims about how far the boy was willing to go...
With some reluctance he yanked the boy's head off of his shaft, dangerously close to spraying his seed right there on the boy's face. And actually, now that he looked closely at the boy...
"Did someone come on your face tonight, Boy?" Bernie asked hoarsely. The boy nodded, not meeting Bernie's eyes. Bernie licked his lips, feeling as though the temperature in the room had just risen. "Pull down your pants and turn around," he ordered in a strangled voice. "Get onto all fours."
The boy complied, sliding his pants and underwear down to his ankles and turning his now bare ass towards Bernie. With a swallow, Bernie mounted the bed behind the boy, grabbing one of the pale buttcheeks in each hand.
With a grin, Bernie noticed the trickle of cum oozing from the boy's anus. He was definitely not the first one to stop here tonight. Probably not even the second or third. God, this boy was just as much of a slut as the man had said. Bernie smiled and jammed his thumbs up the boy's ass.
This elicited a small cry from the boy, who leaned his head down and buried it in the pillow in front of him. Bernie used his thumbs to pry the boy's entrance wide open, noticing as he did so that the flow of cum increased. Quite a few men, apparently, had been here. And who knew how many else the boy had swallowed.
Moving the tip of his cock to the boy's entrance, he yanked the cheeks brutally apart, stretching the muscles of the boy's anus as much as he could. To his surprise, the boy parted fairly easily, his anus easily distending widely enough for Bernie to shove the head of his cock inside. It went in easily, lubed by the slick cum coating the boy's insides.
The moment he withdrew his thumbs, however, the boy's ass clamped down on him, brutally tight. With a groan, Bernie shoved himself forward, short shallow bursts that each took him another inch deeper, until he had buried the full length of his cock inside the boy. When he was fully seated inside he had to pause a moment to catch his breath. God, the boy was so hot!
The boy's face was still buried in the pillow, and his hands were clenching and unclenching spasmodically in the bedspread. Bernie pulled out a little, paused, and then slammed back home, watching with pleasure how the little fingers curled tightly into the fabric. He thrust this way again, once, twice, three more times until he began to build up a steady rhythm. The boy's insides were blissful; he was seeing stars as he rammed in, feeling the way the tight muscles clenched and clawed at him, as though trying to suck him in deeper. Oh God.
Barely aware of himself, Bernie pulled out of the boy and sat back on the bed, grabbing the child and spinning him around so they were facing. Guiding the boy by the hips, he dropped Banks's son back onto his penis, feeling himself cleave through the boy's flesh as his own weight drove him down onto Bernie's cock.
Bernie grabbed the boy's hips with his fingers, pressing hard enough to leave bruises, and lifted the boy up a few inches before letting him drop back down. Yes, this was good. This was very good. He forced the boy up and down this way a little longer before the kid seemed to get the gist of it and started fucking himself on Bernie's cock of his own accord. Bernie watched in open-mouthed amazement as the kid slammed himself up and down, his face betraying little more than concentration and the occasional wince of pain as he threw himself down harder and harder.
It was a little whimper escaping the boy's lips that finally did Bernie in. Wrenching the boy off his cock once more, he literally threw the child down onto his stomach on the bed, not even giving the boy time to get to his knees before he was nailing him to the mattress, his cock going in-out, in-out, in-out of the boy's ass in shallow thrusts. Moments later he was coming inside the boy, his balls spasming as he added his juices to the liberal lubrication the boy had already received.
Unable to hold himself up, Bernie collapsed on top of the boy, pinning him to the bed, cock still buried inside him. His breath came back to him slowly, in large pants. With a groan he let his softening penis slip out of the boy's ass, patting the cheeks congenially and tugging the boy's pants back up.
"What a good kid," he murmured, ruffling the boy's hair. "Adorable little slut like you. Wait until you get a little older and your father finds out what a little cockslut you are. I'm sure he'll be mortified. So much for his perfect little life."
Bernie tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up his fly. The boy was still lying face-down on the bed when Bernie made his way back to the door. Oh, he was telling everyone at the party about this. The thought of every one of Banks's male guests sneaking in and fucking his son behind his back was too sweet to pass up.
Bernie unlocked the door and made his way back to the party.
"Did you spread the word?" Mr. Banks asked the man with the black-and-yellow tie as the man fucked Noah's ass.
"Oh yeah," said the man, his breath catching slightly. He'd thrown Noah over the edge of the bed and was sliding easily in and out of him; the boy was practically gushing cum after the night he'd had. "I think you got quite a turn-out, from the number of people I saw heading back. And -nn- he sure feels like he's had a bit of a workout tonight."
"Is that true?" Mr. Banks asked Noah, lifting the boy's head off of his cock long enough for him to respond.
Noah nodded. "I marked all their faces in the book you gave me after they left, just like you told me." He gestured to the bedside table. "And I didn't come at all, all night, even without the cage! I promise!" Mr. Banks smiled, and shoved his son's head back down onto his cock before reaching for the table and opening the drawer. He drew out a photo album and leafed through it as his son's head bobbed up and down on the end of his penis. A number of photos were marked with small black x's; more than half. Many photos had more than one x.
"Impressive," he murmured. "I don’t think you've ever taken this much cock in one night before Noah. I'm really proud of you."
"Heh," the other man grunted. "That's a lot of blackmail power you've got there."
"Indeed," said Mr. Banks. "How does it feel to be a co-conspirator?"
"Don't really care, 's long as I keep getting the extra benefits." The man's thrusts began to speed up, driving Noah further forward and impaling him further onto his father's cock.
"Of course," said Mr. Banks. "You're still up for the marathon on Saturday, I take it?"
"Fuck," said the man, as he buried himself as far as he could go in Noah's ass and came. Through his panting breaths he said, "Oh definitely. Wouldn't miss it for the world."
Noah's father paused, unable to respond for a moment as he yanked Noah's head off his penis and splattered cum across the boy's face. He took a moment to recover, then smiled at the other man and reached out a hand to shake on the deal over Noah's trembling, exhausted body.