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Lost, Part 6. The Club Archibald Young Note the word "boy" throughout this part is shorthand for young men over the age of consent. Knocking on the door of his room woke Paul in his silky, warm bath. "It's Erica," boomed the old transvestite, "can I come in?" "Yes!" shouted Paul. And then Erica was fussing over him, tut-tutting over the state of the sable, and setting off again the pleasurable cycle of preparation for yet more sex with a man, this time with Victor that evening. When Paul was douched, bathed, depilated, shampooed, blow-dried, and wearing just a skimpy silk dressing-gown, having his makeup lesson. Erica said: "Tonight you're trying a new dress that I made for you, sweet boy. It's a special dress for a special night." Paul was intrigued. "What are we doing tonight?" "Victor has a treat for you- a surprise. And when he sees you in this dress you will be the treat for him!" Paul loved the idea of a mystery treat, organised by the man about whom he now cared more than any other. When they were both pleased with his face, Erica brought Paul black silk hold-up stockings, which he put on, and then the most amazing dress, which he pulled up over his legs and up over his body. The dress was of deep red velvet, lined with the sheerest red satin. All edges were trimmed with white ermine. The sensation of velvet and fur over his silk-encased legs was delightful. Paul stood up to wiggle into the rest of the dress. It had a thin satin halter neck, with straps running down to a heart-shaped velvet bodice just covering Paul's nipples. The velvet ran back and down from here, under his armpits, then curved in at the bottom of his back, the two sides held together just at the top of the cleft between his buttocks with a red velvet bow. Somehow the curving sides were stiffened so they did not flop forwards. So his back was naked below the halter neck right down to where the bow tied. Below the bow the sides, trimmed with white fur, continued down, side by side, to just under his buttocks where they were finally joined. This meant that below the bow was a fur- lined slit, like so many of the gowns Paul had already tried. But if the bow was undone then access to all of his buttocks and his anus was wide open! From here the velvet fell to flare out below the knees to a fishtail shape ending at ankle-height. The bottom hem was also trimmed in the same soft, white fur. At the front the dress was slashed in the middle up from the floor to a point just below his navel, the two flaps again fur-trimmed, and at the tops of the legs there was another red velvet bow that brought these together so that his erect penis nestled behind another fur-lined slit which would be fully exposed if the bow was undone. Erica knelt and slipped onto Paul a pair of very high heeled red satin shoes with pointed toes, encrusted with sparkling rubies. "Look from behind. It's called a bumster dress," said Erica, bringing another mirror behind Paul. He could see his smooth, creamy back completely naked down to the fur almost falling off his buttocks, and the twin strands of white fur that descended invitingly below, nestling in their cleft. Paul reached round and undid the bow, and the soft dress fell away from his buttocks leaving them naked. He gasped with delight. "Oh, Erica, you darling! That is the sexiest thing I've ever seen!" Erica laughed, and handed Paul his glass anal plug, ready and oiled. Paul inserted it into his body, loving the sensation. It was getting easier and easier to put it in. "You may need the next size up soon," said Erica, as he caught the velvet ribbons, and carefully tied the bow again. Paul promptly undid the bow at the front, and his cock leapt out between the folds of fur. "Fantastic! It's a marvel! Thank you, thank you!" "Once again, dear boy, it's me who must thank such a pretty little boi for letting me dress you up for Daddy!" That word knifed into Paul's being. He was shocked, but it was a delicious shock. He knew that that was exactly how he now saw Victor. His penis jerked as Erica spoke, telling him clearly that Erica was talking about a Daddy who fucked him, enjoyed fucking him, and by whom he loved to be fucked. And Paul loved that. He was trembling a little, gazing at the image of this beautifully dressed and seductive boy, his long hair falling onto his naked shoulders, his nipples hard under the velvet, and his erection pointing up from his exposed, smooth groin. Erica gently pushed his penis back into the gown behind the soft fur and tied the bow up again. "Come on, you sexy sissy, it's time to finish you off. Victor will be waiting downstairs." So, in the gorgeous gown, long matching satin gloves, dripping with rubies, Paul left his boy-whore's bedroom, a little velvet clutch bag with a golden chain on his shoulder, and slowly descended the long staircase to the hallway. Victor was standing there in an immaculate silk dinner suit, holding a huge sapphire frost fox fur coat, lined with a red satin that perfectly matched Paul's dress. Paul's heart missed a beat when he saw his handsome Master, his lover, the creator of what was now his whole world, waiting for him. "Good evening, Master," said Paul, in a low voice. "Stop there, Paul!" Victor commanded. Paul stopped on the wide lower step of the stairs. Victor was looking Paul up and down. His eyes rested on the twin white fur columns rising from the slashed front of the gown, at the bulge that betrayed Paul's erection above the velvet bow. "Turn around." Victor's voice was husky. Paul provocatively brushed his long blonde hair onto one shoulder, and then slowly turned. He looked at Victor over his bare shoulder. Victor was staring at the plunging back of the dress, trimmed with fur, and then his eyes fastened on the cleft of Paul's smooth buttocks, visible above the other bow, and then on the twin columns of fur that descended from there to almost the end of these. "God, Paul, you look so lovely tonight!" Victor said, still in a husky voice. "I can't believe my luck. Of all the houses you could have come to, you came to mine. Come here." Paul turned, came down the last step, walked up to Victor, turned around in front of him, and extended his arms backwards. Victor took the magnificent fur coat and lifted the sleeves over Paul's arms and slid the coat onto the velvet-gowned boy. Paul felt it so smooth, so slinky against his bare shoulders and back. He remembered that first night when Victor had slipped a fur-lined coat over his body, and the thrill of being cared for in this way had not dissipated, even now. Paul watched in a mirror as the suave, older man gently enfolded him in his arms, stroking his body through the fur, pulling him gently so that Paul leant back into the man's suited body and even through the scented fur, velvet and satin Victor's erection was palpable against his buttocks. Victor bent down and kissed Paul's ruby-jewelled ear, and, looking directly into Paul's blue eyes in the mirror, whispered "Paul, I love it that you are mine," Paul, stroking the fur with his satin-gloved, jewelled fingers, then moving his hands onto Victors, let his head fall back onto Victor's neck. "You are my Master. I adore being yours," he murmured. Then Paul turned, the fox fur sliding under Victor's hands, and the scented boy melted into Victor's body for a long, languorous, wet kiss, their hands sweeping over each other in homosexual rapture, both oblivious to everything except their tongues and mouths, the scents of cigar, perfume and fur, the sound of gently swishing, luxurious fabrics, the feel of the fox fur against skin- under Victor's hands and stroking the collar against the boy's cheeks, and of course two erections moving against each other through the expensive, soft materials. It was a fabulous start to a fabulous evening. Both the older man and scented, painted, jewelled, fur-swathed boy knew that they would have sex together that evening and night, so they could savour the pleasure of long, lingering kisses with no sense of urgency, no need to rush on to other carnal satisfactions, let alone the ultimate ones of homosexual intercourse. The only constraint that pertained was Victor's desire to bring Paul to yet deeper experience of his corrupt, decadent and perverted lifestyle, to a yet higher plateau of sexual excitement, and to yet deeper self-knowledge. The evening was part of this programme. So Victor broke the delectable kiss, and, taking Paul by his arm, led him to the front door and out of the house. Paul now realised then that he was going to be out with Victor- yes, out, dressed in beautiful women's clothes, and unlike that first evening, Victor had made no promise that he would not be seen. As they walked to the car, just as they had done then, Paul slipped his arm inside Victor's and swayed against his firm body with almost every step, the velvet dress swishing against his stockings. He knew that, apart from his flat chest, which was hidden under the thick, warm fur coat, he would not just pass as a woman, but be admired as a beautiful one, with his long, blonde hair, only now slightly mussed makeup, jewels, velvet and fur. He felt exultant. Once again the Bentley's door was held open for him by Victor. Once again he was in the quiet, powerful car, for the second time in gorgeous women's clothes. Victor drove fast and masterfully; even this excited Paul. He rested his hand on the back of Victor's seat, and toyed with the fine grey hair on the man's neck. In the car they talked- that is, Paul talked- of encountering Moon and swimming with him, and of meeting Stefan. Paul told Victor every detail, including the involvement of raw liver in their sex, and this provoked a smile in Victor's face, and, when Paul glanced down at his lap, a hardening there. "Paul, there is a deliciously dark side to you that is coming out, I think. What did you like about the liver in the sex?" "I don't know," said Paul. "Stefan understood. He was....bestial. I think that's what excited me." "Yes, Paul, that's the word- bestial. Did you like that you were eating raw animal flesh- is that it?" "God, yes, Victor- I loved that. And the blood, too. Is there a beast in me too, Victor?" "Oh I hope so, Paul. There's a beast inside us all. Perhaps it's coming out in you." "Is there a beast in you, Victor?" Paul asked. Victor was silent for a while before answering. "Yes, Paul, there is. Remember the way I seduced you when you appeared at my door? I could have let you use the phone- it wasn't broken. You'd have been picked up by your stepmother and I would never have seen you again. I knew exactly what I was doing. I was taking advantage of your innocence to get what I wanted- to get you into my bed. You were my prey, Paul; I was the predator." They were quiet for a while as the car hummed along. "How does it feel to be with a predator, Paul?" asked Victor. Paul was remembering how he felt that fateful night. The swooning joy of lust fulfilled by dressing in such gorgeous clothes, reading the sexy magazine, feeling the dildo in his anus, the slow spiral of excitement upwards, and restraint downwards, culminating in going willingly in that gorgeous fur to Victor's bedroom to fulfil his shocking, newly-discovered desire for sex with a man. Now it felt as if Victor was inviting him to see him as an evil man rather than the wonderful man who had opened so many doors into his soul. And Paul found that this idea did not shock or horrify him but moved him in a strange and powerful way. The more he thought of the manipulative, selfish way Victor had used him to slake his own perverted desires, the more this feeling grew. The older man had seduced and corrupted Paul not as part of some educational awakening but because he had found a pretty boy standing in the rain irresistible and had decided to fuck him, irrespective of the impact this would have on Paul and Paul's life. Paul was indeed the victim of an evil man. But nothing could negate the crescendo of sensual and sexual pleasures he had experienced ever since his fateful decision to put on that sexy little dress in Victor's house, and nothing could compete with his delightful present moment in the luxurious, powerful care- the delicious sensations of beautiful fur, the soft velvet, the silky stockings, the smell of perfume and leather, and the feel of his erection throbbing in his groin. He realised that he was in fact tremendously and sexually excited by the evil way his seduction and corruption by the older, experienced man had taken place, and deeply, deeply grateful to have been inducted into the world of perverted homosexuality that he now knew he had always craved. Thanks to Victor he was also now more beginning to be more aware of his own dark heart, and thrilled to its vicious possibilities. "I love it, Victor. You have a black heart!" he exclaimed, leaning across and kissing Victor's cheek, "Help me find mine!" Victor smiled at him before turning back to the road. "Be sure of it," he said. "Anyway, I'm so glad you had fun with Stefan. He is a treasure as a cook, and I suppose now that he has fallen for you I can relax about him wanting to leave." Paul laughed. "So that's why you asked me to live in the Manor; to keep your staff from leaving!" Victor laughed, and slipped a hand onto the fur lying over Paul's lap, pulled the coat open, and slipped his fingers onto the velvet dress on his smooth thigh, and stroked it, while Paul gently caressed Victor's bulging cock under his silk trousers. And so they drove, as the evening drew on, until Victor turned off a country lane into a driveway flanked by huge pillars crowned by griffins. At a gate was a security guard. Victor flashed an ID card and the gate opened, and then they drove for at least ten minutes through rolling parkland. "This is where the Club meets this month, Paul," Victor explained. "We will have dinner here, and then there will be some ... entertainment. You'll love it." "What club?" asked Paul. "It's a club for, well, men like me, Paul. Men who have done all right, of course, but who prefer younger men. Like you, my darling. We all get together now and then in each other's houses and have a sort of party. But we have to be careful, because not everyone likes... men like me. So it has to be secret, and we have to be guarded. We also have a secret place in the city, but today we're all here in Sir Roger Branksome's home. He is a very special friend of mine, Paul." "I am sure I will like him then," Paul said, excited to be out with Victor, excited to be coming to this secret club, and excited about meeting other men like him- wealthy, powerful men who loved boys dressed as women. "We'll be dining with him and his companion," said Victor as they finally arrived in front of a vast, white stone palace. It was huge, much bigger than the Manor, with a double curved stone staircase rising from the drive at the front to a very large front door, and above this were towers and parapets that seemed to climb to the sky. There were lights on everywhere, the sound of music and laughter, and men in dinner suits walking into the huge entrance. As the Bentley came to a halt in front of the steps Paul could see that there were others walking up into the palace with the men. They looked like fabulously beautiful women in very high heels, most in expensive furs over long gowns, jewelled, with long hair sometimes coiffed, sometimes, like Paul's, softly curling down. Paul knew instinctively these were males, like him, kept as the sexual slaves of the older men. They were all in their late teens or early twenties- young men really, but expertly feminised. This revelation was intensely exciting, but he had no time to dwell on it, because Victor had already opened the door for him and offered him an arm. A footman was lifting two suitcases from the boot of the car. Into the palace they went, while a young man drove the car away to park it. Paul could not keep his eyes off the other transvestite boys. As their fur coats were taken off them in the very large hallway, their gorgeous frocks and dresses were revealed. The boys were of all colours and heights but all slim, all with beautifully painted faces, though some had slightly smudged lipstick, perhaps because of kisses or sex with their masters on the way there. The all had suggestive bulges in their dresses, and many of the men were also obviously erect under their trousers. When a footman took off Paul's fur coat and his scandalously exposing dress was revealed there was a sudden chorus of "ooh"s from the boys nearest to him, and several of the older men turned to look. The couple walked across the vast hall and into a huge drawing room. It was a scene Paul would always remember. There must have been thirty or forty older men in the room, immaculately dressed in evening clothes, some smoking cigarettes, others cigars. All were drinking from trays of champagne and wine being brought round by waiters. They were standing in groups, or sitting on big sofas, many covered with velvet or fur throws, and each of them had draped on their arm at least one young man dressed in sexually provocative women's clothes, all of the softest, expensive fabrics and suggestive design. Some men had their arms around two of the feminised boys. These were gorgeously made up, dripping with diamonds, pearls, rubies and other dazzling gems. They mostly had long hair, sometimes down to the waist or piled up in sensuous confusion under a tiara, but one or two startling, svelte creatures were completely bald, although heavily made up. Some wore lovely stoles of expensive fur; others had fur-trimmed gowns, or fur chokers. One or two had jewel-encrusted chokers with long golden chains held by an older man. The smell was of cigar or cigarette smoke and perfume. There was loud conversation, thumping music, camp squeals of laughter from the boys and gruff laughter from the men. Despite the laughter the ambiance was suspenseful, like the heavy atmosphere before a thunderstorm; pregnant with tension, but a delicious sexual tension, as if a hundred homosexual climaxes were building up in the room. Each glance from a man towards a feminine boy, from one of these towards a man, or even between these painted and perfumed creatures, was suffused with sexual charge. The whole room was at once the epitome of civilised society and also buzzed with forbidden lust, and Paul was captivated. As they moved into the room Victor commandeered a waiter and they each took a glass of champagne, and then Victor was greeted from all sides by men, most of them older than him. Victor introduced him to several older men. All of them were obviously successful, powerful men, some corpulent, others thin, some tall, some short, but they all ogled Paul as he shook their hands, many holding onto his hand a long time, and many also touching him elsewhere- on his naked shoulder, on his satin- gloved, jewelled arm, on his naked back, and sometimes on the tight velvet on his buttocks. These were not just casual touches- they were suggestive caresses, sexual. They were also suggestive in their comments; Victor was smilingly acquiescent, obviously delighted by Paul's effect on the men. For himself Paul basked in the lustful approval of all these randy, rich, older homosexuals, and his penis was as stiff as it could be under his velvet and fur dress. One old man kissed Paul lasciviously on the lips in greeting. Paul responded to the man by kissing him back, letting the man's tongue into his mouth, and then, laughing, stepped away, and flirtatiously caressed the man's bulging groin before moving off on Victor's arm. As they left Victor whispered "I'm so proud to have you with me! You're fantastic!" He and Paul were introduced, or in Victor's case sometimes obviously reintroduced, to a series of stunningly attractive, effeminate boys, languidly confident in their luxurious and suggestive clothing and their sexual allure for their masters, and indeed others in the opulent room. These were effusive in their congratulations of Paul's costume. "God, that dress is absolutely amazing," one said, himself in a low- cut, figure-hugging pink satin prom gown with a train and a huge bulge in the groin. "Where did you get it, darling?" asked another, dressed in a black velvet catsuit with holes revealing pierced nipples, a pompom of white fox at his crotch, and very tall patent thigh-length stiletto boots. Victor smiled, proudly. "It was made for me," Paul answered. "I am a very lucky boy!" "You are, darling, you are," lisped the one in pink, stroking the velvet on Paul's chest. "What happens if I undo this?" asked the other, reaching down to the bow in Paul's groin. "No, I don't think so," said Victor, looking stern. The two boys giggled and minced back to their masters. "Oh, Master, thank you for protecting me," said Paul in a laughing voice, as they moved across from group to group. Paul felt entirely at home in this glamorous, sexually charged room, his penis stiff as it could be under the fur at the front of his outrageously provocative gown. He was at ease with the other beautiful creatures, complimenting them, stroking their expensive furs, and flirting with their masters. On the arm of one of the most elegant and handsome man in the room- some of the men were grossly obese, ugly even- he felt proud and confident. Victor was suave, charming to all he met. After a couple of glasses of champagne, Victor whispered into Paul's ear. "We're expected for a private supper now," and he led Paul across the room to a door into another room, which they entered, Victor making way for Paul as a gentleman should. The door opened and they went into a smaller but even more opulently- decorated room. It was quiet there. Paul knocked back his drink. Inside was one older man, Paul thought in his seventies, and a beautiful Asian boy, sitting at a table set for dinner with two sofas. Paul had no time to look properly at the boy before the man rose, cigar in hand, a huge bulge in his trousers, and came smiling up to them. He was tall, but quite obese, with a grey, goatee beard. He shook Victor's hand, and then Victor introduced the man to Paul as Sir Roger Branksome, who was Very Pleased Indeed to meet him, and held his satin-gloved hand a long time. "Victor, my dear chap, you told me he was gorgeous, but he's a vision. What a lovely face! What a lovely body! What a fantastic dress! Is that Erica's doing, by any chance?" said Sir Roger, eyeing me up and down with frank lust. "Anyway, meet Regine." Victor bent over the boy, who remained seated, and kissed his hand. Then Paul stepped forward and met the eyes of the most beautiful creature he had yet seen. The boy was very petite, slim, and wearing only a gossamer-thin sheath of white satin with a very short skirt. This was already pulled up, and his erection lay glistening with oil on the satin dress- Sir Roger had obviously been playing with it before Paul and Victor had entered. "Hello, Regine. I'm Paul" "Hello, Paul. You look lovely in that dress." "Thank you. It was made for me." Regine smiled and patted the sofa next to him. Paul gathered up the long skirt of his dress and sat next to the beautiful boy. "Ah, Victor," said Sir Roger, "Like me, Regine is smitten! Let's sit down and eat." Victor smiled and joined his friend on the sofa opposite. All four were served more champagne, and Paul tossed his back, as did Regine. The two boys could not keep their eyes off each other. Regine leant forward and kissed Paul on the mouth, gently, almost innocently, and took Paul's gloved hand and placed it on his erection. At the same time, the waiter served a little cold souffl?, and the boy then proceeded to eat it, looking at Paul. Paul gently grasped the boy's penis and Regine's eyes narrowed with pleasure. Paul looked at the two men, who were both eating and drinking and now talking, taking no notice of what was going on under the table between the two boys. Paul started eating and masturbating Regine at the same time, his eyes locked on the boy's. Before the soufll? was finished, Regine was spurting onto the tablecloth, his eyes closing with pleasure. When the emission was over, Paul smiled at the boy, who smiled back, wickedly. There followed more delicious food and wine, until Paul was quite tipsy. The conversation was now across the whole table, and turned suggestive, full of innuendo, and Paul's responses to Sir Roger's leering insinuations were flirtatious, even encouraging. Paul was careful to watch Victor's expression, but it looked as if his Master was actually egging Paul on, further and further, in his arousal of the man. In the meantime, as they ate, Regine had found the bow in Paul's dress, untied it, and was caressing Paul's stiff erection with beautifully manicured hands. Suddenly Regine stopped, and tucked his own now-flaccid penis under his satin dress. "I feel ill, darling," said the beautiful boy to Sir Roger. "I think I've had too much champagne. I'll have to go - so sorry!" Indeed, he looked unwell as he half ran across the room to a side door. A waiter, who seemed to know him, helped him leave. While the men followed her with their eyes Paul tied up his dress, pushing his poor cock, aching, back into its fur lair, and ran after the boy, and bringing his bag. "I'll see if he's OK," he said, and left the room. Outside, just down a corridor, was a toilet. Regine was vomiting into a basin and crying at the same time. Paul came up and put a hand on his back, stroking him tenderly. After a while the boy seemed to be better. "I'm fine, Paul, thank you," said Regine, as he took the paper towels Paul gave him and blew his nose. He was still very pretty, even with running mascara, even when vomiting. "Are you sure, Regine?" "Yes- you go back. Please tell them I am going to bed. Have fun- I know Sir Roger likes you, and Victor is a sweetie, isn't he?" Regine was graciously offering him his master in addition to Victor. "Thank you Regine. Can you help me? I should get my plug out." Regine smiled through his tears and undid the bow at the back of Paul's dress. "May I?" he asked. "Please do," answered Paul. Regine eased the greased plug out of Paul's rectum. It made a juicy popping sound as it left his anus, and also sent a shiver of glee straight to his penis. Regine rinsed the glass, dried it, kissed it, and gave it to Paul, who put it away in his clutch bag. Paul kissed Regine gently on the lips. "Thank you for the sex tonight, Paul," the beautiful boy whispered. "I hope we meet again soon." "Bye bye Regine. It was lovely wanking you!" laughed Paul, and returned to the room, his rectum and anus now empty, although still very lubricated and ready for its next visitor. When Paul got back, they were discussing Regine. "Ah, he's a poppet, and so good in bed," said Sir Roger, "but I think the booze will do for him one day." He looked quite sad, having now been abandoned for the evening. The music next door was slower now, slightly quieter. The meal was over, and Victor, noticing his friend's deflation, spoke. "Roger, come and dance with us. It'll cheer you up." Indeed, the thought of dancing with Paul clearly did cheer him up. He agreed, and the three left the private room and returned to the homosexual party next door. Here the lights were dimmed, the music was smoochy, and there was now a lot of open sexual contact between the older and younger men, and sometimes between the perfumed boys. Paul saw the gowned, perfumed creatures deeply kissing the men, hands inside their master's trousers, sometimes blatantly masturbating them, and the men were in their turn fondling them- their breasts, their penises through or under their dresses, and sliding hands down or up into the clefts of their buttocks. Here and there, while being fondled or even masturbated by their suited masters, boys were kissing each other. Although no penises were yet visible, Paul could see an orgy unfolding. Some of boys- the most beautiful- were being fondled by more than one man. The swelling atmosphere of perverted and unbridled homosexual lust was intoxicating to Paul, whose own erection under the fur of his dress was even more stiff after Regine's skilled fondling. When they got to the crowded dance floor Victor took Paul into his arms and swayed with him to the music, whilst behind him he felt Sir Roger's arms circle his waist and the man's shirt pressing on his naked back. Dancing with the two wealthiest men in the room, being shared by Victor with his randy friend, feeling their body heat both on his front and his back brought Paul to a state of sexual rapture. Closing his eyes, he reached up and pulled Victor's mouth to his for a long kiss, moving his body sinuously against Victor's hard prick. As they kissed, Victor slipped his hand down into his groin and undid his trousers; his erect cock pushed out against Paul's velvet gown. Then Victor undid the bow at the front of Paul's gown, and with Sir Roger now apparently rubbing his own naked erection against the ermine in the cleft of Paul's velvet-covered buttocks, Paul almost fainted as his own penis and Victor's merged into one beautiful centre of pleasure in amongst the ermine, which rubbed them softly together as man and boy danced, embraced by another man from behind. Paul and Victor, like many around them on the crowded dance floor, were still kissing wildly and wetly, tongues writhing in and out of each of their mouths. Paul knew what he wanted next, what would crown the sexual ecstasy he felt in Victor's arms. He let go of Victor's head with one hand, reached behind him and undid the bow on his bum. The dress fell off his buttocks. Paul pushed back slightly to open up his buttock cheeks and Sir Roger's erect cock slipped swiftly and directly between the folds of velvet, through the open ermine doorway, and straight into his slimy anus, gorgeously filling his rectum. Paul opened his eyes in a transport of sexual bliss, and looked around. He saw that, perhaps inspired by his simultaneous sex with Victor and Sir Roger, an orgy was properly underway. The lights were low, but he could see that the throbbing music kept time with all the fucking and sucking and kissing and wanking that was going on between men and painted boys, boys and each other, and even men and men. Some of the boys, half stripped of their silken and satin gowns yet still made-up, coiffured and jewelled, were receiving penises in mouths, anus, both hands, and loving it. Some were even being fucked in their armpits, or in great handfuls of their soft hair. There were still some half- clothed couples on the dance floor, moving slowly whilst kissing and masturbating, many were now were locked together in sodomy on the floor or on a fur-covered sofa, whilst a few boys were kneeling in front of one, two or three men and sucking and wanking their thick erections with lipstick-red mouths, now and then receiving spurts of luscious jism onto their lips and face. To the smell of alcohol, cigars, cigarettes and food was added the smell of semen. There were moans of lust, cries of orgasm, squeals of pleasure. Paul closed his eyes and resumed his loving kiss with Victor. He was then brought to orgasm in his soft velvet dress partly by being amongst all this seething, rampant homosexuality, partly by the wonderful throbbing presence of Sir Roger's cock thrusting in and out of his body, partly by the sensation of his own penis against Victors amidst the fur on his dress, but almost wholly by being enfolded in Victor's arms and by being kissed so deeply and passionately by his Master, the most wonderful man in the world. So Paul spurted all over Victor's trousers and the ermine and velvet of his lovely dress, whimpering with pleasure as his long kiss with Victor went on, and on, and he and Victor carried on dancing slowly together, only slightly agitated by the increasingly urgent thrusts of Sir Roger's long prick deep into Paul's body. Then it was Sir Roger's turn to climax, and he squeezed Paul's body to his as he did so, his face buried in Paul's soft blonde hair at his neck, groaning with relief and the sensations of orgasm that swept over him. And then, as his pulsing penis came to rest inside Paul's rectum, the three of them- the two older, wealthy, perverted men and, sandwiched between them, the scented, long-haired, jewelled, smooth boy in velvet and fur, rocked gently together in time with the music whilst all around them homosexual depravity and sensuality burgeoned. Eventually the older man sighed and removed his shrinking penis from Paul's anus, leaving a trickle of semen down the fur and velvet, and, kissing Paul, who was still rapt in kissing Victor, on his neck. "Thank you, sweet boy. That was a delicious fuck. Please come and visit me again, soon!" he murmured. Then he was gone, leaving Victor and Paul still dancing, now cheek to cheek, their eyes open, absorbing the fantastic scenes of sexual delight all around them. Victor had not ejaculated, and his penis was very hard against Paul's which had softened after his sensuous orgasm. Victor's gaze was past Paul's shoulder at the other men, many with their trousers open and boys, half naked in their arms, also on the crowded dance floor. Then Paul felt two hot hands on his naked buttocks, framed by ermine and velvet, bow undone and his anus available, and someone's breath on his neck. He pulled his head back to look at Victor who was looking past him to whoever was behind. Victor did not say anything to Paul, but just nodded a yes very slightly, and Paul immediately felt another hot, erect penis pushing into his anus again. Victor had granted a friend the gift of public sodomy with Paul! The depravity of his lover inflamed the delicious sensation of being filled again, and Paul smiled his lascivious assent to Victor, and then leaned into his master's body, resting his head on the man's jacket, to allow whoever it was full access to his rectum, so recently vacated. At the same time his penis, so recently spent, grow against Victor's in the slimy nest of ermine and semen between the man and boy. And they slowly danced on, the scented and pampered kept boy and his powerful, evil debaucher, while a stranger slowly and deliciously fucked Paul from behind. All around them was yet more depravity and homosexual pleasure, and they had somehow become its epicentre. The stranger's hands on his velvet hips were not the only ones now touching Paul. Victor and Paul were surrounded and hemmed in by bodies; men with no trousers and rampant erections and beautiful boys with delicate erections, wearing anything from slightly opened designer gowns to nothing at all except jewellery, high-heels and stockings. All were touching Paul and Victor wherever they could; many were masturbating. The men were interested in caressing Paul's body, especially his naked shoulders and back, and then a different man on each side of him pulled his hands off Victor and wrapped them around their erect penises. Paul immediately and willingly started masturbating both of them. The men each pressed in on his half-naked body on each side, their faces on each cheek, kissing his jewelled ears with hot breath, their arms around him, hands on his bare back. Someone had undone the halter neck of his dress so hands could slide down the front of Paul's smooth chest to his nipples, and both were being deliciously pinched while the men's bodies pushed against his. When he was not sucking, licking and kissing Paul's neck and ear, the man on the left was murmuring outrageous sexual compliments, and then launched a stream of obscene homosexual suggestions, each more disgustingly and delectably perverse than the last. Paul, high on the mountain of sexual pleasure, was enraptured by this catalogue of wild acts that he had never ever dreamed of- each shocked and thrilled him more than the last. They were forever burned into his corrupted heart. Paul was in love with this man's filthy mind, and did not want to spoil it by seeing him. So eyes closed, Paul turned to face him, offering his open, wet, painted mouth, and the stream of obscenity stopped as the man's mouth clamped onto his and they kissed, wild tongues twisting in each other's wet caverns, as Paul felt the man's penis growing larger and larger under his hand. Almost immediately Paul wanted to hear again more of the depraved man's thoughts, so he turned to the man on the right, and opened his eyes to look at him before they kissed. He was fat, sweaty and had straggly hair on his balding head. He was only wearing an open dinner shirt and socks. But his eyes were piercing and brimming with lust for Paul, his erection was huge in Paul's hand, and Paul responded to them and kissed him wildly on the mouth as the man on his left resumed the awful stream of filthy suggestions, inducing a storm of pleasure in the homosexual teenager's already depraved heart. After a while, coming up for air from his long, wet kiss with the stranger, Paul could also see a staggeringly pretty tall boy with long black hair piled on his head and wearing nothing but jewellery and an open silver fox coat come up behind Victor and put his arms around his Master. Paul then felt the boy's hands between his and Victor's bodies, sliding down to Victor's erection next to Paul's growing tumescence. When this boy's hands arrived in the slimy space between Paul's and Victor's penises the boy started masturbating both of them. The boy's deep brown eyes were smiling wickedly from behind Victor's head as he worked, and Paul could feel his own excitement rising, both with the boy's pumping hand on his slimy cock, the glorious thrusting in and out of the stranger's penis in his body, the feel of the hard pricks in his own hand, which he was himself masturbating hard, and the relentless stream of obscene suggestion pouring into his ear. Paul was surrounded by men having sex with him; the stranger buggering him, the two men being masturbated by him, and the lovely Victor, whose cock was being rubbed against his by the beautiful boy in the slimy cavity between Paul's naked groin and Victor's open trousers. Paul was drowning in sexual sensations, and he could feel himself swooning away with overwhelming pleasure. As another climax approached he looked up to find Victor's mouth with his. The fur-swathed boy's wicked hands brought them both to spurting climax again; Victor, still kissing Paul, was moaning with delight as he came, sounds echoed by Paul. As Paul's own orgasm beautifully peaked, he pumped the two penises as hard as he could, bringing both men to groan as they erupted jets of semen all over Paul's dress and body, and this wonderful, communal culmination of homosexual lust then swept into the stranger fucking Paul, down his hard cock, and gushed out with his semen deep in Paul's ever-hungry being. The whole group surrounding Paul, together with Victor and the other boy, gradually sank down onto the dancefloor in a tangle of half- clothed bodies, wet tongues, slavering mouths, arms, legs, pinched nipples and dribbling cocks before gradually disassembling as the strangers pulled away, eventually leaving Paul lying on top of Victor, wrapped in his arms, face down, still kissing him. Gradually Paul and Victor disentangled themselves and sat up. The obscene orgy around them went on. "Paul, darling, let's get cleaned up and change before the entertainment," said Victor. Paul was amazed. "Entertainment? Haven't we already had that?" Victor laughed. "Oh no, Paul, there's more! Lots of lovely more... Let's get ready" He rose to his feet and pulled Paul up. Paul tied the front of his dress, all covered with slimy semen, while Victor put away his cock and tied the ribbons on Paul's equally smeared rear. Then Paul was led through the heaving homosexual orgy to collect his clutch bag and then off upstairs to a huge bedroom assigned to them by Sir Roger. Two suitcases had been opened and the clothes laid on the vast bed. They went through to the large bathroom and both stripped off their clothes into piles on the floor. Victor, naked, went into the large walk-in shower and turned it on. And when Paul was also naked, he came to the door of the shower and stopped to admire the middle-aged man, his seducer, his lover, his Master, naked in the steaming, hot water. Paul's life had become a more or less continuous stream of sensuous and homosexual novelty, and here was another sumptuous delight. He had never before seen Victor standing naked before, and his hungry young eyes feasted on the man's physique, the dark hair on his chest, arms and legs, his handsome, smiling face, and of course his lovely cock, crusted with dried semen, hanging from his thick pubic hair in front of his big, hairy balls. Paul was laughing softly to himself with joy as he went into the hot water, into Victor's arms, into his firm, hard, naked body, and they kissed and kissed, their bodies sliding over each other in the wet, their penises of course stiffening again as their excitement rose again. Then Victor was covering them both with shower gel, and washing Paul's long hair with shampoo, and the man and boy had become a single sliding, slippery, slimy, scented, foamy mess of sensuous delight for each other. Their hands were everywhere on each other, Paul's long hair was everywhere, their erections grew and grew, but they both knew that there would be plenty of time that night for further consummation so, without saying anything, they just relished their higher and higher arousal as their bodies moved against each other- the one hairy and taut, the other smooth and firm. Each washed the other's penis, masturbating as they did so, and then Paul dared to wash Victor's anus, slipping slimy fingers into it as they rocked in a lascivious kiss. Finally Victor did the same for Paul, in whom he could now insert three fingers, giving the boy only pleasure. At last they were both clean, and panting with pleasure. Then Victor got out of the shower, opened a massive towel around him, and Paul came to him, turned, and let the man fold the soft, warm folds round him, and dried both of them at once. Then Paul started pushing his naked buttocks against Victor's erection and wiggling as he did so, "Oh, no you don't!" laughed Victor, pushing Paul playfully out and they walked naked through into the sumptuous bedroom to dress before returning to the party. Paul sat on a fur pouffe and dried his long hair, and as it dried the blonde hair gently curled down to his shoulders with a brush. He watched Victor get dressed in an outfit which he had never seen before- tight black leather trousers with a big silver-buckled belt, a black silk shirt open to the waist and showing his thick chest hair, black leather gloves with studded backs, and black jackboots. As the man dressed he seemed to change, and his face lost its playfulness and began to look more disdainful, more cruel even. Paul also dressed in black leather. Black stiletto thigh-length boots, trimmed with fox fur dyed shocking pink, rose to his naked thighs above which was a short flared leather skirt over a shocking pink flouncy petticoat, under which his erection was rampant. He put on a black leather choker and large black penis-shaped earrings, studded with diamonds, and two black steel penis-shaped clips on his nipples. He slipped on long, black satin gloves, and clipped diamond bracelets and rings on. Otherwise he was naked under a very short black leather jacket actually lined with the pink fur, with a tall collar rising behind his blonde hair, which he tied up at the back while sitting at a dressing table. "Darling, I'll go down and you can come when you're ready", said Victor, kissing Paul gently at the nape of his neck. Paul made his face up carefully in the mirror, sprayed on some perfume, and then minced out of the room, highly aroused and ready for the next sexual adventure. ***** In the huge reception room the dance floor had been cleared, and all the sofas arranged in circles around it. Victor was sprawled on one closest to the floor, and beckoned to Paul, who stalked over to him. Most of the others in the room were still dressed, or undressed as they had been during the frantic orgy earlier, and many still stained with semen, but were now also in couples or threes on the softly- covered settees in more languid sexual enjoyment with each other; masturbation was slower, more sensuous, kissing longer, more relished, sodomy more probing, enjoyed, experimental almost. Paul and Victor were unusual in having changed, and as he passed men and boys exclaimed at his new, fabulous, erotic costume. Paul deliberately let the jacket fall open so all could see the penises jiggling around on his aroused, erect nipples. Suddenly a man's hand reached up from a sofa and grabbed his hand. "You remember me, don't you, you fucking gorgeous boy?" Paul looked down. He did not recognise the man's face, but certainly recognised his voice- it was the man whose outrageous tirade of filth had so excited him during the wonderful dance with four men. He smiled, looking down at the man. He was much older than Victor, balding, with a goatee beard, dressed only in a velvet smoking jacket, below which he was wearing leather riding boots and nothing else. His erection was huge- the same size as Emil's. His evil, leering face perfectly accompanied his filthy mind, and his cock looked very, very attractive to the now sex-crazed Paul. "Oh, yes," Paul answered, "I certainly do. And I remember you, too." Paul was now looking at the man's companion, the beautiful boy who had masturbated Victor and himself. He was still naked in his wonderful silver fox fur coat, which was now open and his own long erection was being fondled by the man as he smiled up suggestively at Paul. "Say hello, Sasha! We should all get together, shouldn't we?" leered the man. His voice sent a thrill into Paul, as he wondered in what depravities this man indulged and how much he could learn from him, or from his delicious kept boy. "I'd love that," cooed Paul, looking at the man's wondrous tool and really meaning it. The man let go of his arm and coolly lifted Paul's leather dress and crinoline to touch his still-hard cock. "I can tell, Paul, I can tell! Ask Victor to bring you to my farm. You'll love it!" He let go, and Paul went across to sit with Victor, who had watched the whole exchange, smiling. "You've made a hit with Axel, darling!" he said, then kissed Paul lightly on the lips. "Mmm, Victor, he's a very naughty man, isn't he? And what a lovely boy he has!" Victor reached under Paul's crinoline and started to masturbate him. Paul was rubbing the very tight leather over the bulge in Victor's trousers. "Sasha? He's quite something... as you'll see now!" And indeed Sasha was being led by Axel towards the empty dance floor, and as he did so there was a murmur of expectation in the company, a sort of low murmuring. Axel's erection was vertical in front of his open velvet jacket. Sasha was in very high heels, the gorgeous long fur coat and nothing else except jewellery. The coat was open and his lovely cock was erect. Pau saw that there was a silver chain now hanging from a golden hook in the ceiling at the centre of the parquet dance floor. A manservant stood close by, and handed Axel some silver handcuffs with which he fastened Sasha's arms, high above his head, to the chain. Sasha looked to Paul to be very, very excited. Axel then slowly slid the gorgeous fur off the boy's slim, smooth body, turned it inside out and started to caress the boy's body with the soft, silver fur. Sasha was moaning with pleasure as he did so, and the others watching were delighted. After briefly masturbating Sasha with the sleeve of the fur coat Axel and handed it to the servant, and the servant exchanged this for a bullwhip of black braided leather, with a long handle sculpted as an erect phallus. Sasha was going to be whipped. Paul's heart leapt with fear for the boy, but the boy seemed unconcerned, looking round, smiling, a lock of hair falling across his beautiful, made-up face. The men and boys all around him became attentive, excited. The background noise in the room was rising. Half-naked boys, many now masturbating or being masturbated were murmuring in older mens' ears; the older men were leering at Sasha, again either masturbating themselves or being masturbated by a boy. One or two painted boys had climbed onto their masters' laps, facing forwards, and were helping the men push their erections into their anuses, while their own erections were rising in anticipation. Axel held the whip handle up to Sasha's mouth, and the boy suggestively licked it a few times, kissed it a few times, and then took it into his mouth, his eyes closing as he pretended to have oral sex with it. The audience became more restless, excited by this vision of debauched loveliness, especially as his Sasha's erection was growing harder and harder. It was obvious now that Sasha enjoyed the thought of being whipped, of pain; that he was a masochist- that he loved being a beautiful, slim, perfumed and made-up object of sexual cruelty. Paul was highly aroused, and lifted up his hips to push more and more of his erection into Victor's hand, all the time rubbing the man's swollen groin under the leather. Then Axel eased the whip out of the boy's wanton red lips and walked around behind Sasha. Victor whispered into Paul's ear. "Let's see the beast in you, darling. Come up onto my lap." Victor undid his tight trousers and exposed his turgid tool. Paul slipped a hand under his petticoat and removed the plug from his anus, and popped it into his bag. He climbed up over the mink throw and slowly sat down facing the dancefloor on his Master's cock, easing it into his willing body, and letting a great sigh of pleasure escape him as he was, once again that evening, filled with hard penis. Victor's hands dived into the soft folds of Paul's petticoat to reach the boy's urgent erection, and started to masturbate Paul as he in turn started to move his body up and down on the cock that impaled him so completely and delightfully. Everyone in the room was on edge as Axel stood with the whip behind the suspended, naked boy, stroking his smooth naked skin. He caressed Sasha's neck, and let one of his fingers curl round and touch the boy's lips; Sasha immediately opened his hot red mouth and took it in, lasciviously. The sounds in the room died down- apart from the schlepping of oiled hands on penises, the rhythmic panting of masturbation, and the wet noises of sodomy in creamed anuses, there was only whispering and murmuring. Axel started whipping Sasha. Paul was shocked to his core, but also very, very excited to see the spasms of pain on the beautiful face as each blow landed, to hear Sasha's cries, but especially to see Axel's smile of pleasure grow into a Satanic leer as he brought the whip down on the boy's naked back. Paul could instantly feel the effect of the whipping on Victor as the man's penis grew bigger and bigger inside him at each stroke. Paul was shocked to also feel his own erection growing under Victor's hands as the cruelty unfolded. Sasha twisted round now and then so all could see the weals on his back- Axel was not playing. Victor was grunting with excitement as he thrust his cock in and almost out of Paul's rectum. The gorgeous boy's cries were now a continuous moan of pain, and he was crying, but his penis told another story- at each stroke of the whip it got harder and harder. Sasha was fantastically excited by the pain! This drove Paul wild with lust, and he turned to kiss Victor hard on the mouth, as the man masturbated him, faster and faster. When he broke the kiss to look again at the fearful spectacle in front of him, he saw that Axel's cock was out, rampantly erect. Sasha was looking directly at Paul, moaning with pain and pleasure, sobbing almost, and in between the sobs he called to Paul, with an East European accent, "Suck me, Paul, suck me!" Immediately, incensed with desire, Paul flung himself off Victor's penis and knelt in front of the naked boy, grabbing Sasha's smooth thighs and pulling his rock-hard cock straight into his mouth. At the same time Axel flung down the whip and started fucking his boy, his hands over the black and blue back, and Paul heard Sasha cry out with the pain of this embrace. Just then Paul felt his skirts lifted and a familiar erection plunge back into his anus whilst a hand grabbed at his own erection; it was Victor, leaning over him and shouting repeatedly "Yes!" in his ear as he buggered Paul, and the four of them all came to a juddering climax. As they did so, the silence in the room was shattered; the whole company roared and squealed their approval, with Sasha's semen whacking into the back of Paul's throat with the great force that comes from the wildest of arousals. Paul was laughing with joy with Sasha's semen dribbling from his mouth as he milked the boy's cock with his hands, and Victor's semen dribbling from his anus. He looked up to find Axel's eyes on him, gazing past the shuddering body of the masochistic boy straight into Paul's eyes and, he felt with a surge of excitement, deep into Paul's very soul. ***** The dawn was breaking as Victor and Paul finally left the huge room full of homosexual and transvestite debauchery and went back to the bedroom together, arm in arm, both smiling with deep satisfaction, and then to bed together naked, where after a long, slow and lascivious kiss the man and boy fell into a blissful, deep sleep entwined in each other's arms. Paul was woken by Victor carefully sliding his erect cock into Paul's anus. It was a delicious way to emerge from sleep, especially as he was having a beautiful dream just before; a dream new to him- a dream of cruelty, in which he was whipping and torturing other beautiful boys or helpless men, all the time being sodomised and masturbated. Paul responded slowly and sensuously to the feel of the penis inside him, skilfully contracting and relaxing his pelvic muscles yet pretending to be still asleep. But his excitement grew and he was unable to maintain the charade for long, and soon the corrupted, scented, long-haired boy and the older, experienced homosexual seducer were engaged in another wonderful episode of sex in the silken sheets of the massive bed. Paul found himself astride and facing Victor, his own cock lying hard on Victor's hairy belly while the man's phallus was thrusting in and out, deep inside his rectum. They were kissing wildly all the way to mutual climax, and even after that, when their kissing continued, but became slower, more sensuous. Finally Paul pulled his lips off Victor's, and leaned up on his arms over the man. "Victor, I loved it when Axel was whipping that boy last night. He was so strong, so powerful, and so... evil. I wanted to be him, then, Victor. I wanted to whip Sasha. I wanted to hurt him. I had no idea I was like that, but I was. I was really excited when he was doing that." "Did you want Axel to whip you, darling boy?" "No... well, yes... no... I don't know. But I know I wanted to whip. I want to be cruel. I want to be Venus- you know, in Sacher-Masoch? Venus in furs. Can you show me? Can you help me?" "Paul, I will. I love whipping too. I understand. I shall arrange it for you. You'll be magnificent. Oh, God, I love you. Come here!" And Victor pulled Paul to him for another long, luscious kiss. Later that morning, after yet another sensuous shower with Victor, Paul dressed in the last of the costumes packed for him by Erica; a soft grey jersey dress falling off one shoulder, under which he had on a pair of scarlet satin panties with open crotch and open rear, just in case. He wore no stockings, but a pair of matching grey suede thigh-length high heeled boots. Once again he put up his long blonde hair but some locks fell down artfully around his face and neck. He spent half an hour on his make-up while Victor shaved and dressed- now once again suave in a cream polo neck and pale cream suit. Paul inserted a new plug into his rectum, the largest he was going to need. Even though he had been buggered all night by several well-endowed men it felt quite tight, soon deliciously so. Then, arm in arm, they went downstairs, Paul already again erect with the sensation of the soft wool on his naked cock and the feel of the plug in his rectum, rubbing his already engorged prostate, which was rapidly filling up with more jism ready for the next adventure. They had a private breakfast with Sir Roger. Regine was not there so at the table Paul, excited to be so desirable, flirted wildly with Sir Roger physically, touching the man, stoking his arm, stroking his cheek, thrilling with the rich man's lust for him, and glancing now and then at Victor, whose approval of his boi pet was absolutely obvious. Paul also flirted verbally, constantly referring back admiringly to Sir Roger's "equipment" and cooing his appreciation of the pleasure that Sir Roger's cock had brought into his rectum the night before. By the end of the meal, at which he hardly ate, it was all Sir Roger could do to keep himself from flinging himself onto Paul. He would not let them leave without a firm promise from Paul to return. In the vast entrance hallway, Victor collected Paul's huge, soft sapphire frost fox coat. Just then, Axel appeared, dressed in a huge wolf coat and hat, smoking a large cigar. On his arm was Sasha, looking radiantly happy, also swathed in fur- this time white mink, with a big mink hat. "Victor, your boi is absolutely delicious, you lucky sod!" he said, smiling at Paul. "Thank you, Axel. You are also blessed with your Sasha- he is so... amenable," replied Victor. The two men were like lions, sizing each other up, rivals yet complicit in their perversions. "Paul, you must come to my farm," Axel went on. "Sasha, persuade him to come. He'd love it. I believe this is one of mine," said the man, reaching out with a gloved hand and stroking the collar of Paul's coat. "It's a fur farm?" asked Paul. Sasha laughed. "Paul, he's got mink, fox, raccoon, even sable there! It's a fantastic place. And the staff are so... helpful. There's a huge chilled warehouse full of the most fabulous furs. Ask Erica- she goes all the time. You'd love it. Come with me. Will you?" Paul turned to Victor. "Darling, can we go? I'd love to see it!" Victor smiled. "Of course, my darling boy. How about next week- Sasha, Axel?" Axel and Sasha agreed, and a date was set. Just then Paul glanced at big gilded mirror on the wall of the amazing palace. Reflected in it were Victor and Axel- two tall men, the one elegantly dressed in a suit, the other sinister in a thick wolf fur coat, both handsome, both obviously very, very rich, standing in a gilded hallway in which other elegant men and beautiful boys dressed in fantastic gowns and furs were drifting past, all relaxed and happy, their homosexual lust at least for the time being satiated by the orgiastic night that lay behind them. And there was Sasha, with his dark hair tumbling down from under his mink hat, eyes flashing, swathed in the most expensive mink, jewellery glinting, his gloved hand on Paul's arm, leaning forward as he whispered into Paul's ear. And he could see himself as others would see him- a beautiful, blonde boy, with startling pale blue eyes, his soft jumper off one naked shoulder, smooth and inviting, his hair casually up, huge diamond earrings glistening in the morning light, his erection tenting the soft dress; a scented, smooth, booted, aroused, sexual vessel created and ready for just one thing- to receive with deep enjoyment in his hands, mouth and anus the erect penises of rich, powerful homosexual men like those who stood near him, and who would, as Victor was now, be endlessly pampering him in every way but especially wrapping him in the softest, silkiest and extravagantly expensive furs that money could buy. Mirrors. Ever since he first discovered, quite young, that he looked pretty in the mirror, and especially that he looked very pretty in the mirror dressed in stockings and a satin slip, and extra-specially that he looked absolutely gorgeous in the mirror with his step-mother's fur coat half off his shoulder, he had loved what mirrors did for him. The reflection of his girlish face, his long blonde hair, his slim body, the soft hairs of the fur and his own erection in his hand had filled him with sexual pleasure for years before he found himself in front of Victor's mirror those few weeks ago. Since the thrilling revelation of his homosexuality during his delicious seduction by Victor he had needed mirrors less for self-gratification than for careful preparation of his face, his body and his clothing and adornment for mutual homosexual gratification with Victor and the other men and boys who now populated his new, luxurious and sensuous life. But this glance into the big gilded mirror in Sir Roger's entrance hall sent his memory suddenly back to all those other mirrors before he had met Victor, to all those other orgasms which at the time he did not really understand. Now he was looking at this tableau, invoking so powerful an atmosphere of perverted homosexual desires that he could barely believe he was actually there- there , being caressed in his fur by that gorgeous middle-aged silver-haired man, being ogled by the other evil-looking but intensely handsome man in his thick coat, reeking of power and sex, and with the beautiful, fur-wrapped transvestite, whose stiff cock had exploded into own his mouth the night before, his painted face inches from his, whispering in his ear. And it was not just that moment, captured in that image, that was so arousing to Paul. It was not even that moment in the sensations on his skin, the feel of the soft dress against his erection or the fur collar on his cheek, the tingling in his lips he always felt whenever he was near Victor, the deep full feeling of the plug in his anus, the smells of perfume and of fur, the sounds of the men and boys talking and the click of very high heels across the marble floor. It was not just the recent past, the flirting with Sir Roger, the lovely fuck with Victor in bed that morning, the quivering new apprehension of his own yearning to give pain that came from watching Sasha being whipped almost to orgasm, the sumptuous orgy that preceded this, and indeed all the sex and sexual promise of the whole of the day before. It was also the future. It was the days and weeks and months that stretched ahead, from the fast journey, wrapped in fur, back to the Mansion beside Victor in his beautiful, smooth, powerful car to whatever other delights that lay before him, homosexual, erotic, sensuous and orgasmic delights which were limited only by Paul's imagination, which was already stretched far wider than he could ever have anticipated. And what was it that Sasha whispered to Paul just after Victor slipped that fabulous fur over his young, smooth body? What was it that brought Paul, without touching his cock, to spurting orgasm into his dress, right there, standing in the hallway looking at himself in the mirror, his semen gushing down his naked thigh and into his high- heeled boots, hidden by the massive fur coat? End of Part 6