Henry follows the man in the dark coat down a bustling avenue full of conversation he can’t understand, his nostrils filled with the exotic aromas of unfamiliar street food. Oil sizzles and spices fly as vendors cry out to the crowd around him. He wants to stop and try some, but the man in the dark coat is not waiting to make sure he’s keeping up. In fact, he is weaving through the crowd like a salmon through a stream, and it’s all Henry can do to keep up.
The man in the dark coat eventually stops in front of a nondescript red door painted with swirls of flaking gold leaf and raps on it in a specific cadence. Henry doesn’t know if the gold design on the door is text that he can’t read or simply some kind of abstract design, but before he can examine it too closely the door is opened in response to the man’s knock.
Another man opens it and eyes Henry cautiously before speaking to Henry’s guide in quick, indecipherable syllables. The man in the dark coat makes a gesture and passes the man behind the door some of the money that Henry gave him. Again the man behind the door turns his gaze to Henry, as though sizing him up. Henry tries to look nonchalant and confident, even though his heart is pounding wildly in his chest.
Eventually the man behind the door steps back and gestures for Henry to proceed inside. With a last few quiet words Henry’s original guide departs, leaving him to venture into the dim interior he is offered.
Taking a deep breath, Henry steps through the door. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust from the harsh daylight of the street. When he does, he sees a long, dingy-looking hallway that has been hastily dressed up with gauzy red hangings and golden tassels to hide its overall shabbiness.
The second man waits for Henry to be ready and then proceeds down the hallway, leading the way. As he passes several closed doors, Henry hears unmistakable moans and rhythmic grunting coming from the other side. The pace of his heart and footsteps quicken.
Eventually they come to another door, this one not nearly so ornate as the front entrance. The man opens it and gestures inside. He speaks, and although Henry cannot understand what he is saying, his meaning is clear enough; Henry is to wait on the large bed that dominates the center of the small room. Henry heads to it and the man nods, closing the door behind him.
The room, at least, is in slightly better shape than the hallway and thankfully clean. Other than the neatly-made bed in the center, the room is mostly empty and fairly nondescript: plain beige walls with no windows, a short and equally beige carpet, and a small dresser in one corner. A flat ceiling lamp casts a vaguely yellow glow over the space. It frankly looks similar to Henry’s hotel room, if a bit smaller; he wonders if there’s a bible in the dresser drawer.
Just about the only pop of color in the place is the frankly garish bedspread that he plunks himself down onto. It’s composed of a series of large zig-zagging stripes in red and black, and is surprisingly soft to the touch. Henry runs his fingers over it as he waits.
He doesn’t have to wait for long. A minute later the door creaks open again, and a half-nude young man slips into the room, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it. Well, “young man” is perhaps pushing it; the youth who enters can’t be older than sixteen, likely even younger. His exposed torso is lithe but well-built; there’s a sort of hardness to him that speaks of a life with little leisure to it, muscles grown from heavy labor and necessary violence. There is a wary air about him, as though he doesn’t want to be here and is angry at himself for showing up. He stays glued to the door after entering, hand behind him on the knob.
Henry smiles: just what he’d hoped for. He beckons the boy forward, crooking two fingers.
Reluctantly, the boy leaves the door and starts towards him. Henry undoes his fly as the boy approaches, and is surprised when the youth immediately kneels down in front of him and lowers his mouth onto Henry’s crotch with a “let’s get this over with” attitude.
Henry smirks and grabs the youth by the hair. Uninterested in these particular attentions, he wrenches him back to his feet before throwing him down across the bed. With a swiftly-growing eagerness, Henry yanks down the boy’s pants and takes a moment to enjoy the smooth, round buttocks that he has exposed. He grabs a juicy globe in each hand and squeezes. The boy says something, perhaps in protest, but Henry can’t understand him.
Already harder than he would have thought possible, Henry guides himself immediately to the boy’s rear entrance, poising his cock just in front of the hole. This is what he came here for; this is what he’s been feverishly dreaming of ever since he booked his plane tickets. He almost can’t believe it’s actually happening.
He begins to push. Without lube, his forced entrance is slow and painful. The boy squeals in protest and squirms as Henry’s cock slowly and inexorably parts his flesh and penetrates him, inch by rough inch. Henry’s heart slams against his ribcage, demanding a fierce rhythm, but he forces himself to go in slow. He wants to savor it, the culmination of his desires. He wants this boy to feel every single inch as Henry claims him, to understand how thoroughly he is being possessed.
The boy is whimpering now, his fingers clenching and unclenching in the sheets as he tries desperately to hold it together, to keep from voicing his pain. It’s more than Henry can handle. He has to fuck him now; can’t hold himself back. He pulls out a meager inch and slams in as hard as he can, nailing the boy against the bed. He can see the boy clenching his jaw, fighting against Henry’s ownership of his body. But it’s useless; again Henry pulls out just a bit and slams hard into him, going deeper than before. Again and again he repeats his actions until he’s managed to fully seat himself inside the youth, balls against the soft, round bottom.
Henry swallows and gives in to the rhythm of his pounding heart: slam, slam, slam, slam. He grabs the boy’s thighs in both hands to better pull him back onto his cock at the height of each thrust. The boy’s young hole is glorious, untainted and tighter than anything Henry has ever felt before. The walls clench down on him like a fist, like the boy’s body is protesting him, trying desperately to evict him. It makes it all the sweeter as he cleaves the youth in two, relentlessly forcing his thick cock deep into the boy’s most private recesses over and over.
Henry tries to make it last as long as he can, unsure if he’ll be able to get it up a second time; he wants this experience to go on forever. He clenches his own jaw and pumps his hips—in and out, in and out—grinding his cock into the boy with joyous enthusiasm. The tightness, the heat; it’s all overwhelming. He’s not sure he can take it much longer.
As he thinks this, the door opens suddenly behind him. Startled, Henry turns to look over his shoulder. Another boy has entered the room, even younger than the first. They look remarkably similar; brothers, almost certainly. The younger boy has the same dark skin, the same tousled black hair, the same piercing dark eyes. All he lacks is the taught steel of his older brother’s body, the weight of his experiences.
Underneath Henry, the older brother’s eyes widen. He waves his hands wildly, trying to get his brother to leave, telling him not to watch, perhaps. Although he can’t understand the words, Henry can feel the boy’s shame like a tangible substance filling the room. It’s delicious, and it pushes Henry over the edge; his balls clench and he slams himself forward one last time, pumping his seed as deep as he possibly can inside the boy. The youth cries out in pain or embarrassment or both as Henry clearly and irrevocably claims him in front of his younger brother.
Henry waits for a moment, still buried inside his conquest, as he slowly comes down from his high. Such a shame, he thinks, that he can’t keep going. He wants more; one fuck doesn’t feel like nearly enough. But he’s not going to be able to get it up again for a while.
He looks over his shoulder once more. The younger boy is frozen at the door like a mouse in the gaze of a hawk, his eyes round and fearful. An idea blossoms in the lust-filled haze of Henry’s mind.
Henry yanks his softening cock out of the older brother, watching with satisfaction as his cum begins to dribble down the back of the boy’s thigh. The boy’s hole is red and wrenched-open from being fucked, twitching from the sudden departure of Henry’s member. A beautiful sight.
Not giving the boy any time to recover, Henry grabs him by the shoulder and tugs him back up into a sitting position, forcing the boy to look up at him.
It will be a little tough to communicate without a shared language, but Henry is confident he can make himself understood. He puts a hand on the boy’s chest, then points down at the boy’s cock. Then he points at the boy’s younger brother at the door and makes an obscene hand gesture, sticking one finger into the opposite clenched fist and moving it back and forth to make his meaning clear.
The look of disgust and horror on the older boy’s face tells Henry that he’s gotten his point across loud and clear. The youth shakes his head violently and starts shouting, the unintelligible stream of words undoubtedly full of crass insults.
But Henry is unfazed. He reaches into his pocket and takes out his wallet, drawing out a large wad of bills. The boy’s invectives abruptly fade away.
Henry shakes the money in front of him. It’s more than the youth was making from this encounter to begin with, that much Henry is sure of. He can see the way the boy’s eyes fixate on the cash, like it’s more than he’s ever seen in his life. Henry wonders how much of the original amount he paid his first guide actually will actually make it down as far as the boy who has to suffer for it; this is money that the youth wouldn’t have to split.
Uncertain, the boy looks back at his brother and then at the cash again. Henry can tell that he’s torn over it. Henry smiles and places the cash in the boy’s hand before walking over to the younger brother himself. The younger boy looks helplessly terrified, unable to move at the approach of this strange foreign man. Henry’s smile doesn’t fade as he quickly and efficiently strips the little boy of his clothes and pushes him down onto his hands and knees. Henry looks back over his shoulder and once more beckons to the older brother.
The older brother swallows and then carefully goes to his discarded pants and places the money in one of the pockets. Then he joins Henry at his brother’s side.
Henry helps the older brother into place behind his sibling and sits back to watch.
Clenching his jaw, the youth reaches forward and begins to run his fingers along his brother’s crack. The little boy’s body is shaking with fear. His brother’s finger comes to rest against his anus and begins to lightly push inside.
Henry frowns and shakes his head. “None of that,” he says out loud, even knowing that neither of the boys can understand him. “Just right in. Like I did.”
He man-handles the older brother into place, lifting the youth’s cock himself and positioning it at the little boy’s hole. Then he places a hand on the small of the youth’s back and begins to push, slowly, watching closely as the tip of the youth’s cock mashes up against his brother’s anus and then slowly, painfully, begins to slip inside.
Satisfied that the older brother fully understands him now, Henry sits back once more and lets him continue on his own. He watches closely as the little boy’s hungry nether region slowly engulfs his brother’s cock, receiving the penetration with the same pained reluctance as his older brother had.
The young boy is nowhere near as reserved as his brother and cries and whimpers the entire time the cock is sliding into him, sobbing his protests as the spike of flesh is driven further and further inside. The brother goes slowly, perhaps trying to ease in as painlessly as possible, but it’s clear that it doesn’t particularly help. The little boy continues to bawl until finally his brother’s cock is all the way inside him, spearing him mercilessly.
“Now,” says Henry, catching the older brother’s gaze once more. He makes a motion of slamming one fist into the open palm of the other hand. “Hard, you understand?” he says. “Make him really feel it.”
The youth squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his jaw, and for a moment Henry thinks he’s not going to do it. But then-
Slam! The youth wrenches his hips back and thrusts brutally into his brother. Again. And again, even harder, like he’s trying to fuck his cock so deep into the boy that it’ll come out his mouth. Henry looks on, dazed with excitement, as the boy proceeds to fuck his brother like a heartless machine, slamming his ass over and over with no sign of stopping.
Henry sits back to watch the show, utterly astonished at his good fortune. This is so much more than he’d ever expected to get out of this experience. The image of the lithe, muscled youth remorselessly plugging his brother’s hole is something that Henry is sure will be seared into his mind’s eye for the rest of his life. He can feel himself nearly drooling with the deliciousness of the sight.
Furthermore, the boy’s youthful vigor seems to have granted him more stamina than Henry himself had. The minutes tick by and the youth shows no signs of stopping, continuing to fuck his brother like it’s his job. The little boy’s sobs dissolve into mewling tears as the nightmarish experience continues, resigned to his brother’s cock going in and out of his ass. Henry wonders if his older brother explained any of this to him; it doesn’t seem like they exchanged any words about it. The youth has an air of grim determination about him, fucking the boy with brutal efficiency, if no obviously apparent pleasure.
After twenty minutes of watching this performance, Henry feels himself getting hard again. He’s loath to interrupt the show, however, not wanting to break the youth’s rhythm. Instead he strokes himself leisurely, simply taking pleasure at this once-in-a-lifetime sight.
The minutes continue to pass in time of the youth’s thrusts, the seconds punctuated by the sounds of slapping flesh and the wet squelches of Henry’s cum as it continues to drip out of the older boy’s ass.
Finally, Henry’s lust overcomes his lethargy and he comes forward, picking up the younger brother’s head where it’s mashed against the carpet. He places a thumb into the boy’s mouth to open it, pressing down on his jaw so he can slide his once-again eager cock into the awaiting wet cavern.
The boy is confused and terrified enough not to protest as Henry forces his meat down his throat. It’s satisfying; nearly as tight as the youth’s ass had been earlier. He forces the boy to choke down the entire length before he begins his own thrusting, trying to roughly time it in sync with the older brother’s movements.
Tears stream down the little boy’s cheeks as they bulge around the girth of Henry’s cock. He enjoys the sight thoroughly as he roughly takes his pleasure in the boy’s mouth. It’s heavenly, the combined feeling of the throat trying desperately to swallow around him and the sight of the gritted resolve of the older brother as he continues to pound away at his little brother’s ass.
Even giving himself time to be leisurely about it, the older brother is still not done by the time Henry feels his orgasm closing in. He pulls his cock out of the little boy as he comes, his seed exploding onto the boy’s face right into his wide-open, terrified eyes.
Perhaps the younger brother’s pain causes him to clench particularly hard, because the older brother suddenly groans and his hips begin to stutter. Henry pulls away in time to watch the way the youth’s balls twitch and spasm as they fill the little boy’s passage with cum. He pulls out soon afterward, and Henry is treated to the sight of matching trails of jizz trickling out of both boys’ rectums simultaneously, their holes equally wrecked.
Henry sighs in pleasure and sits back on the bed as both boys gingerly dress themselves, the younger one still sniffling and crying. The older boy shoots Henry a black look, but he just smiles back, content. After all, he’s gotten what he paid for and more. He waves at the boys with his fingertips as they limp away and then leans back onto the bed, sated and satisfied.