Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

Chad had just entered his office on the third floor of the Henry Bensen Enterprises building on the North Myrtle Beach oceanfront when a call came through from China.

Chad wasn't Henry Bensen. Henry, who had died the previous year, had been Chad's bondage daddy. He'd brought Chad to the States from China, shared the world of his enterprises with Chad, and had left it all to Chad. The enterprises were extensive, profitable, and humming along—and all were located in this building. The basement and first floor provided not only covered parking protected from searching eyes but also a flood zone for the hurricanes that occasionally raced up the Atlantic seacoast of the States—although only rarely affecting this South Carolina beach resort. Floor two was the legitimate book and magazine publishing house fronting the enterprises. The third floor housed the integral, yet also separate, pornographic publishing operations.

A buffer floor of storage rooms, archive vaults, and security areas occupied the fourth floor. Everyone going above this floor was closely checked. The Handcuff Club, a very private and exclusive men's club occupied the next two floors, the public entertainment rooms on the fifth floor and the very private rooms plus photography and movie studio rooms and an Internet Web site studio on the sixth floor. An extensive medical clinic, manned by medical technicians around the clock and supervised by a full-time doctor, plus a few small apartments for a select number of staffers made of the seventh floor. On the waterfront side of the eighth floor were located more staff apartments, with the road side taken up by a two-story elaborate dungeon set. Chad's private penthouse started on the waterfront side of the ninth floor and took up the entire tenth floor, which also included extensive roof-top terracing.

"Hello, Sung," Chad responded to the telephone call from Shanghai. "This must be important for you to call in the middle of your night."

"It's Bao Chuan. You likely assumed it would be. He has become insufferable and is endangering my operations here. You had mentioned being able and willing to do something about that."

"Give me a few days to get a crew together and I'll be over there. You probably know I will be quite happy to handle Bao Chuan for you."

"I know you have never . . . forgotten him, Chan," Sung Li answered, using Chad's Chinese name. "It should not be messy, though, or redound on the theater."

"It won't. I think I've come up with an elegant solution for all of us. Tell me, is Bao Chuan still living in my parents' house?"

"Yes, the cheeky bastard, he is. I appreciate this, little one. It will be good to see you again. I've ached for you. You know how much I love you."

"Do you?" Chad asked, his voice a little harder now.

"Please, don't be like that. I long to have you inside me again."

Chad softened. "I long to be there with you too. Until then."

When he disconnected, he left the office and took the elevator up to sixth floor. The session with Jake should be over now, he thought. The doctor had given the young blond a clean bill and had even supposed that he probably had not had anal sex before. Chad reached the Tientsin room just as the patron was coming out of the studio, wrapped in a red silk robe, smiling, and taking the mask off his face that many of the patrons chose to wear while filming. Most wanted private copies of the films; few wanted to be identified by facial recognition in them, though.

The man was middle aged, but in very good shape and well equipped. The Henry Bensen Enterprises had as stringent standards that clients had to meet as it had for the male prostitutes. This included frequent and immediate before sessions medical testing.

The Henry Bensen Enterprises were an exclusively barebacking operation. That's what brought in the high profits.

"Did the session go well for you?" Chad asked, careful not to say a name, although of course he knew who the U.S. congressman was.

"Yes, very well, thank you. Splendidly. A screamer. You know my tastes so well. I want to hear about the next virgin you have so that I can bid on the first fucking. This one went extremely well. He looks so young, and he was highly vocal in the taking. And tight. I have no doubt I was in there first. Well worth the money."

Which was $2,000 from the congressman, which he no doubt would pass on as a business expense somehow. Plus a DVD for Harry Bensen Enterprises.

Chad continued on into the studio. The three cameramen were moving around the periphery, turning off the studio lights and checking the video footage they had taken, not even looking at the moaning and panting young man spread-eagled on his belly and bound on the bed in the center of the room. Like all of the rooms, red silk—Shanghai silk—predominated and there was an Oriental motif to the furnishings. Even the leads binding Jake's extremities to the four corners of the bed were made of red Shanghai silk.

Chad walked over and sat down on the bed beside Jake's bound body. Jake's head was turned toward him, his face showing a glassy-eyed expression, his face and back were covered with a thin veneer of sweat. A red-balled mouth gag lay close to his face, the red rubber almost bitten through, a sure sign that Jake's endurance had been taxed, even though Chad knew the ball gag hadn't been in long. The congressman was built big and he liked to listen to the virgins scream.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I took it well," Jake murmured to Chad. "I couldn't take it quietly."

"On the contrary, I think you took it just the way the client wanted."

Chad gave Jake a reassuring smile and patted him on the rump that was raised by a red silk wedge under his belly, which had presented Jake's ass for a good penetration angle from a man kneeling between his spread thighs. He let his hand glide down between the ass cheeks and felt the congressman's cum dribbling out of Jake's ass.

"He fucked me twice," Jake whimpered.

Not necessarily permitted, but Chad wasn't going to quibble with one of his best clients. "Yes, there's enough cum in your ass for that," he said. "Client's privilege. Get used to it."

Chad moved a finger into the passageway and Jake moaned for him. Letting the hand dip further down, he ran it along Jake's cock that had been pulled between his legs and was stretched out on the bed between his thighs. Chad checked for and found the cum from Jake on sheets below where his bulb lay. He encased the cock and stroked it, listening for and hearing Jake moan.

"You came for him, so you had pleasure too." It was a statement, not a question.

"Yes, I guess."

Good, he thought—about the reengorging of Jake's cock and the evidence that he had come. It was important to Chad that the prostitute enjoy his work.

He looked over on the nightstand and saw the two hundred-dollar bills. Jake's tip from the congressman. The bill for the session had already been paid. It had been a hefty one, in keeping with involving the taking of a virgin ass.

"It was satisfactory for you, wasn't it?" he asked Jake after determining in his own mind that it had been.

"It hurt like hell . . . but, yes, it's what I wanted. Was it like this for you too, the first time. Or have you never . . .?"

"Yes, Jake, there was a first time for me too. Not now. Now I only top. But there was a first time being taken for me too. It gets easier. In time it will be a snap for you." And it was much more like this than I'll admit to you, he went on to think.

On the proverbial bearskin rug in front of a roaring fire in an ornate fireplace in his parents' European-style mansion in the hills above the Shanghai Bund, where his father had managed an export house. He'd been summoned home from his university studies at Cambridge by the tragic boating accident on the Yangtze River that had taken both of his parents' lives, leaving him an only child. Not exactly an orphan as he was eighteen. But alone and unprotected in the world just the same. And on the other side of the world from his world—in China.

The family's Chinese lawyer, Bao Chuan, taking advantage of the grieving young man. Hogtying him on the rug in front of the fireplace. A red silk scarf—strong Shanghai silk—run behind Chad's neck, binding his wrists on either side of his neck and continuing down and binding his ankles, immobilizing his movement. A red silk pillow under the small of his back, presenting his virginal hole for Bao Chuan's cock, his mouth initially gagged with a red silk scarf, but later taken away so that Bao Chuan could hear his screams of taking.

Bao Chuan taking him swiftly the first time, once the laborious chore of getting inside him was accomplished. Barebacking him, filling his passage with cum. Then rising and sitting in a wing chair by the fireplace, drinking Chad's father's best brandy, while watching and leering at Chad, laying, still bound on his side, panting and crying, the gag back in place because Bao Chuan didn't want to hear what Chad had to say. Fucking Chad again there, more slowly, Chad moaning and, to his shame, beginning to enjoy the fuck, having fantasies of his fulfilled. And then a third time before he was released from the bindings by the fireplace.

Chad was bareback fucked through the night on his parents' bed, spread-eagled, tied off at the four corner posters with strong red Shanghai silk scarves. To his shame, Chad readily hardened and ejaculated for Bao Chuan again and again, and, by the morning, totally cowed and resigned to what couldn't be recovered, he was clinging to the man and begging for his cock again—and also for the guilt-ridding bondage. Bao Chuan held Chad as his sexual slave for four days and nights, teaching Chad everything he knew, in his refined experience in bondage sex, concerning how to please him and other men.

Such was Chad's total surrender to Bao Chuan that by the third day, Bao was letting the young man bind and bareback him too, with Bao teaching Chad the nuances of being an arousing, masterful taker.

On the fifth day, Chad was taken by Bao Chuan into the Shanghai red-light district and sold to Sung Li, head of a traditional Chinese drama troupe housed in a male prostitute brothel, where Chad learned not only to act the part of a mincing female character—all of the characters in a traditional Chinese drama being played by men—but also to service any theater patrons made randy by his performance. There seemed to be no end of Chinese patrons willing to pay high fees to either bareback or be barebacked by a young, handsome, hung European.

Chad lost his innocence—and all inhibitions—in a fortnight.

Within weeks, everything Chad's family had owned in Shanghai was in Bao Chuan's name. Chad eventually was sold to a visiting theater patron and barebacking bondage aficionado Henry Bensen and brought to the States, where Chad serviced Bensen, who enjoyed employing bareback bondage; was featured in Bensen's porn films; and, in the end inherited Bensen's empire. To Chad's knowledge, Cambridge had never checked on why Chad hadn't returned to his studies from Shanghai. His fees were paid up to the end of that school year.

Yes, Chad's first time had been somewhat like Jake's.

"If you are to continue here," he said to Jake, still stroking Jake's cock, which was hard as a rock now, "your education in how to please a man to the maximum even when bound like this will start right now, with me." As he said it, he brought out his wallet, took out three hundred-dollar bills, and laid them beside the congressmen's two bills on the nightstand. Jake had already been paid $500 up front for congressman's initiation session.

"Do you wish to continue, Jake?"

"Yes," Jake whispered.

Chad stripped off his clothes, draped them over a chair out of camera range, and signaled the cameramen to turn on the lights and the cameras. This done, he mounted Jake's ass and worked his cock, which had been erect since he'd entered the room and seen Jake naked and spread-eagled on the bed, into Jake's passage, as Jake huffed and puffed and moaned at accommodating a cock even larger than the congressman's. Chad reached down and grabbed a hank of hair on the back of Jake's head, arching the young man's back up to him as far as the bonds would allow. While starting to give instruction to Jake on how to react to such a taking, the older man began pumping the young's man's ass.

The spotlights spotlighted, the cameras rolled, Jake writhed as best he could within his restraints and cried out in pain-passion, and, taking long strokes that pulled his cock bulb out to the surface at the withdrawal and then sheathed the full length of the thick shaft on the down stroke, Chad pounded away at the young, shortly before virgin ass. Chad's thoughts as he stroked away first went to the mint of money these two vids would make in his bareback bondage niche of the gay male porn flick market and then to his plans for Bao Chuan in Shanghai.

Later that evening he called both Ted and Jake into his office.

"How would the two of you like to take a trip to China at my expense and be eighteen-year-olds for a few days."

"Neat," Ted said.

"Sweet," said Jake. "But fifteen-year-olds?"

"You both look the part. I'll have fake documents made up. You'll travel on real passports, of course. Do you both have passports?"

They both nodded a yes.

"What are we going to do in China?" Ted asked.

"You're going to fuck an asshole into his grave. But, for tonight, Ted, I want you to bring Sasha, the virgin Russian exchange student you sent to me, to my apartment. I'm in the mood for indulging myself tonight."

On the penthouse level, in the Sian bedroom, furnished with a dominating red lacquer four-poster bed, the blond, smooth-skinned gymnast, Sasha, was butt to the end of the bed, both legs and arms stretched straight out from his hips, wrists tied to ankles and to bed posts with silken restraints, red silk pillow stuffed under the small of his back, rolling up his hips, as Chad, hanging onto a bar dropped down from the frame of the poster bed on silken cords and his feet nestling Sasha's head between them, swung his body back and forth, back and forth, with his long, thick cock stroking inside Sasha's passage in a second fucking, using the cum from the first as lubricant. Sasha's head was thrown back, his mouth open in a passionate commentary on his second taking, having just lost his anal virginity in the same position, as, Chad not one to waste any opportunity, had the lights focused on the end of the bed and the cameras rolling.

"Oh, oh! You're splitting me. You're killing me," The Russian cried out, straining at the severe stretching of his restraints.

"But you're loving every stroke of it, aren't you?" Chad growled.

"Da, da. YES! Fuck meeeee!"