The large man sat at a table in the club and watched with hungry eyes as the boys scurried to and fro in their skimpy maid outfits, serving tables. The menu assured patrons that the boys were all over sixteen, but the man doubted it. They looked far younger in their short black skirts and innocent expressions.
“Your drink, Sir,” came a soft voice at his side. He turned his head to find one of the lovely morsels, dark-haired and tender, standing next to him with tray in hand. The boy plucked from his tray the single item, a small glass with three large chunks of ice swimming in an amber liquid, and placed it gingerly with his fingertips in front of the man. “Is there anything else you need?”
The man smiled, a lecherous, ugly smile, and took a small sip from the glass. He placed it purposefully back onto the table and nonchalantly dipped the tips of his right-hand fingers into the alcohol. With a swift, yanking motion he grabbed the boy’s bare leg and drew him sharply forward, grinning all the while. “As a matter of fact,” he grunted, “there is.”
His moistened hand trailed up the back of the boy’s thigh, under the skirt, and squeezed a tender butt cheek. The boy gasped and blushed, but said nothing. He held his tray demurely in front of him with shaking hands. The man continued to fondle the bare bottom. The boy wore no underwear; none of the young waiters did.
Then the man allowed his hand to slip between the young cheeks and pressed two fat, fumbling fingers into the boy’s anus. At this the boy let out a small whimper, while the man began to draw his fingers back and forth with a muffled shlick sound, like fucking the boy in miniature. With his free hand, the man sipped his drink with satisfied ease. His fingers went in and out, in and out, in and out.
As he swallowed the last mouthful of his drink, the man pressed his two fingers inside up to his last knuckle. The boy let out a cry so young and innocent that something snapped in the man’s mind suddenly, like a predator’s instincts awakened by the sound of a tender baby animal left without its mother. He yanked his fingers from the boy’s anus and stood suddenly, grabbed the boy’s arm, and hauled him forward, pressing him roughly face-down on the table. The tray was dropped to the ground in the excitement.
He grasped the alluring skirt and pulled it up roughly, exposing the tender, bare ass with which he had been playing. He pushed the offending fabric further up the lithe young body, exposing the small of the boy’s back, surmounted by a few nubs of spine that trailed downward like arrows to the boy’s entrance.
The man reached down into his glass for one of the three large ice chunks. He placed it gingerly just under the hiked waistband of the skirt, at the top of the exposed bit of spine. The boy yelped at the sudden coldness, making the man laugh. He began to trail the ice chunk down the boy’s spine, leaving a small river of melted water in its wake. Several drops puddled together and dripped down the boy’s side, leaving a wet tear-track against the pale, milky skin.
He followed the spine like a path, circling each small bump in the boy’s flesh with the melting ice, until he reached the trail’s inevitable conclusion. At first he merely ran the ice back and forth along the crack in the boy’s rear, wetting it, parting the cheeks a bit more on each swipe. Then finally he grasped the cheeks with his other hand, pushed them apart, and allowed the cold, sweating object to come to rest on the boy’s anus.
He circled the small ring of muscle a few times, coming closer and closer, as though the ice were caught in a whirlpool draining into the boy. When he finally reached the opening, he turned the ice on its side and stuck one corner inside.
The boy gasped at the cold sensation of the ice entering him, a sound which continued in a series of soft hitches as it continued to press forward. The man placed his thumb against the chunk of ice and pushed, shoving it into the boy with such force that the thumb itself followed, popping inside the boy’s anus.
He continued to push the ice downward with his thumb until he was satisfied, then withdrew the digit with a wet shlorp. The boy whimpered at the tantalizing cold, but the man was not done. He reached into the glass and withdrew the second ice chunk.
There was no foreplay this time. He went directly for the anus, pressing the ice against it and pushing until the ring of muscle swallowed it whole. The boy began to writhe as the second chunk of ice filled him, the third following swiftly behind.
The third chunk the man had to press quite hard, as it was pressing forward against the two below it as well. But finally it slipped completely inside the boy. The man withdrew his fingers, and the boy’s anus shut on the cubes.
The man pictured the three chunks of ice, melting quickly in the tight heat of the boy’s passage. He was already quite hard by this point, and the mental image tantalized him. He imagined filling the boy with his own stiff length, but doubted the comfort of the ice on his member.
Still, he felt unfulfilled and cast his eyes about the table for inspiration. They came to rest on the empty glass, and the man suddenly smiled grossly. He pulled out the chair behind him and roughly yanked the boy from the table, sending him sprawling on his stomach across the chair instead. He pushed the boy forward until his ass was pointing straight up towards the ceiling. With one hand he spread the boy’s butt cheeks wide, using his fingers on either side of the boy’s anus to spread the opening. It gaped at him like a hungry mouth, and the man reached for the table with his free hand, closing his fingers on his chilled, empty glass.
The bottom of the glass was much narrower than the rim, so he began with that end. At first he could only press one side of the glass ring into the tight opening. He pressed it down hard and used his other hand to pull back the flesh on the other side, pushing more of the glass in and widening his anus, pushing and widening, maneuvering the glass until finally with a last shove, the bottom of the glass was lodged inside the boy. The man smiled and gave it a good push, pressing an inch and a half of the glass into the boy until it fetched up against the ice chunks. Through the bottom of the glass he could see the boy’s passage as the walls clenched unwillingly on the cold morsels. The boy squirmed on the chair, but the man reached down and grabbed his hair roughly, clenching his fist in the short black strands until the boy cried out and ceased his movement.
The man drew his hand out of the boy’s hair and trailed it down the young neck, feeling the bony outcropping of his spine even through the white uniform shirt. He finally rested his hand on the boy’s back and pressed down, holding him, while he reached with his other hand and unzipped his pants. His thick cock bobbed up through the open fly as he lifted it from his underwear, and he did not bother to push his pants down.
With some maneuvering, the man managed to get the head of his cock into the glass that protruded from the boy’s anus. It required a bit of re-shuffling, moving the boy about on the chair, and not much of the man’s member would fit inside the glass, but he managed it just the same.
With the head of the man’s penis pressed into the glass like a clear, solid condom, he began a series of short, sharp, shallow thrusts, grunting as each movement rocked the glass a bit further into the boy.
The boy, for his part, cried out as his anus was stretched by the thickness of the glass, the rocking thrusts and constant movement making him whimper in discomfort. He could feel the cold sloshing of the melting ice inside his passage as each little bit lost to liquid allowed the glass vessel to penetrate him further. His body wanted to writhe, to rid itself of the invasion, but the man’s steady hand on his back kept the boy from moving as the man continued to stab forward into the glass.
The man was quite worked up, but it was still far longer than the boy would have liked before he came, squirting his cum into the glass, filling it in splashing spurts so that some overflowed, dripping down the side of the glass and onto the boy’s butt cheeks, where it clung in small spatters. The glass was no longer completely upright, but it still held a good three-fourths of its volume before allowing the excess to drip.
The man grasped the rim of the glass with his fingers and pulled. The boy’s anus gave reluctantly, sucking the wet glass as it left with the most obscene slurping noises. When it finally popped from the boy’s anus the child groaned, wriggling his naked butt in the air as though searching for something to fill him.
The man smiled his cruel, obscene smile, and made the boy turn over, sitting up in the chair on his sore bottom. The man pulled up a fresh seat up next to him and handed him the glass.
“Drink it,” he commanded. “All of it.”
With trembling fingers, the boy grasped the vessel. He had to hold it in both hands to compensate for the shaking of his exhausted limbs. He raised the glass to his lips and balked, but the man’s insistent eyes pierced him, and he could not refuse. He took a deep breath, readying himself. Closing his eyes to hide his shame and embarrassment, he tilted his head back and allowed the thick white semen to pour between his lips, down his throat. He tried to taste it as little as possible, but the bitterness clung to his tongue even as his throat contracted to swallow the seed.
The man watched with wicked satisfaction as the boy gulped down his cum, his throat contracting around each swallow of the thick liquid. The boy had chugged the whole thing, and when he finally set the glass back on the table, a thin trickle of cum leaked from the corner of his mouth. The man reached over and caught it with his finger, wiping it from the boy’s face and pressing the finger past the boy’s lips to wipe off the excess onto his tongue. When he removed the digit, the boy’s eyes were closed and a scarlet blush suffused his pale cheeks.
The man grinned. “I think that’s it for today, thanks. I’ll take the check please, when you’re ready.”