Lucky Boy

 

 

Lucky Boys

by dale10

 

 

The back room at Lucky's was the place to be.  Most of

the customers would have given their left nut to be allowed back in the

inner sanctum.  It was in the back room at Lucky's that the boys got

dressed, or undressed to dance.  The boys were picked for their body types

and their handsome faces and their packages.  There were all sorts. Small

dark Latinos, big muscular blacks, one guy who had had a centerfold in

Inches magazine.  Lithe blonds and tough dark haired Italians.  Several

Asians.

 

The boys at Lucky's didn't get paid to dance.  They

danced, and if they were good enough, hot enough, dirty enough, the customers

shoved money in their g-strings, or thongs, or speedos, or briefs or

whatever their chosen costume might happen to be.  The boys at Lucky's

didn't dance bare assed.  Often their young, tight, hard cheeked asses

showed.  Often the asses themselves were bare.  Sometimes, you could easily

see the balls on the larger scrotumed boys when they twisted and gyrated or

stretched out on the little dance platforms with their legs spread and

raised in the air. Some of the boys wore mesh pouches, and you could see the entire

shape and color of their dick meat. The boys who were the fucking filthiest got the best

tips. They knew that, and night by night as their pride and self-esteem slipped away and the

lure of rent money just beyond their grasp grew greater, the boys' dancing

became more sexual, more degenerate, more perverted. The boys themselves were often

humiliated that they had to do such things, but times were hard.

 

It was the first night at Lucky's for eighteen year

old Carlos.  He was still in high school.  He had moved to Chicago from New

York, and to New York from Puerto Rico with his family.  But his father had

died in on the job construction accident, and his mother and little sister and brother were literally starving to death.

Carlos tried working at a regular job.  But being a fast food server

just didn't bring in the bucks, and his grades at school started to fall

off.  He knew he needed decent grades to get a college scholarship, his

only hope for a future. But he wasn’t even sure of his intellectual abilities. He was in

some ways an ordinary teen, athletic, good looking, but not exceptionally bright.

 

Another Latino kid Carlos met at a nearby pool hall

recommended the job at Lucky's, and although Carlos was straight and shy and

rather conservative in his lifestyle, the money was tempting.

 

"Fuck man, you can make two hundred bucks a night,

and you only gotta dance on weekends.  All’s you gotta do is wiggle your ass

and dick for the faggots," his friend had said, and it sounded too good to

pass up. So. one Saturday afternoon, Carlos had applied with Joey, one of the

managers, and that very evening he started his new career.

 

Carlos was hired at once because he looked good

enough to eat.  He was about five foot nine, slender but well-muscled.  A

tight tummy, youthful pecs with large pouty nipples, a high tight bubble

butt, and strong legs with large feet.  His package was a winner, throwing

out a nice fat bulge in any kind of underwear. Carlos had recently gotten a

modern haircut shaved on the sides, moppy on top, he wasn't sure why, and

he sometimes wore a single silver earring.  He looked every inch the tough

 young street fag, even though he wasn’t. He knew he loved girls and wanted

a nice girlfriend. He was basically very shy, and this whole prospect really freaked

 and embarrassed him, but he needed the money.

 

Carlos stood in the shabby back room with the

other guys and listened to the straight dancers talk about the cunt they had

fucked the night before after the club closed, and the gay boys gossip about

 which rich club patrons had sucked their dicks for big bucks. If he hadn't

 been so desperate, he would have left right then.  The guys were polite

 and pleasant to him, but didn't know him, so there wasn't much said until it

 approached time for the dancing to start. Several of the gay dudes complimented

 him on how nice and big his package was, and that embarrassed him even more.

 

Each boy danced fifteen minutes in the front

bar and then fifteen minutes in the rear one, in a kind of random rotation.

Most of the boys began their routine dressed in jeans, or sweatpants, or

shorts, and then stripped down to something much more sexy. Something that

showed off their teenage dicks and balls to their best advantage and brought the

money in.  Carlos watched the first few dance sets. He wasn’t sure he could

do what the boys did. It wasn't the dancing so much, but when a customer

raised a dollar bill, the boy would wiggle over to him and squat, his teen prick

and balls right up against the customer's face. The guy, more often drunk

than not, would shove the bill into the boys’ underwear, feeling as much teen

dick as he could. Some of them would encircle the boy flesh with their hands

and squeeze the young cock flesh. Then the boy would kiss the dude while

 getting his ass cheeks rubbed.  These boys were fuck dreams for the customers,

 and Carlos wasn't at all ready for that. Then again watching the boys count their take

made him determined to try.  So, he got felt up by a queer, so what?

 

Jeff, a big muscular blond jock type came up to him.

"You're on next.  What are you wearing?”

 

Carlos smiled at the handsome dude. "Well, I thought

I'd start with these sweatpants and then strip to these speedos."  The

swimsuit fit the boy nicely.  It hugged his nice, tight, fuckable ass, even

going a bit into the crack.  And the fuckbulge in the front was awesome.

 

"Naw, kid, that will never do, I got something better

for you. Jeff was gone and back in seconds with something in his hand and

two more of the dancers wearing shit eating grins.

 

"Here kid, put this on."  He held up what appeared

to be a pink mesh posing pouch with strings attached. One of the dancers

rested a hand on Carlos' shoulder. He gently rubbed the boy's soft smooth

brown skin.

 

"No, really, my speedo will be fine. "Carlos felt

all dry mouthed and funny.

 

"No really. Put it on.  We got this thing see.

A kind of initiation for all the new dancers.  You gotta dance the first

night dressed in this to get over your shyness."  Jeff smiled.  The other

boys smiled. The hand rubbed down the small of Carlos' back.

 

Carlos while not a scrapper, wasn't afraid of

confrontation.  "And what if I don't want to?"

 

"Simple.  You don't work here. Don't get us

wrong. We wanna be your buddy, and we wanna have you with us, but you gotta

meet the test."  Jeff held up the pink pouch.

 

Carlos eyed the pouch.  It was fucking

obscene. And Carlos who's eighteenth birthday had been only two weeks

earlier had a really big fat prick. The boys at school teased him all the time about

the size of his sausage, and how the high school girls could not take it.  But then,

 he thought of his mother, sister and brother.  He sighed and smiled shyly.

 

"Well, if I gotta pass the test, then I guess

I gotta pass the test. " He tried to make light of the whole thing.

 

"Way to go man," Jeff shouted, smiling

and shaking the boy's hand, while the hand of the other dancer patted and squeezed

his young, tight, muscular smooth ass.

 

"Just so you guys know, I'm not gay," Carlos said.

 

 

"No problem man, most of us aren't."  The hand on his ass

 squeezed again, and a finger inched itself against the crack at the

top of the speedos.  Jeff came back with glasses in his hands.

"Shots all around in honor of our new dancer Carlos."

 

Carlos could use a drink to steady his nerves.  He knocked it back.

 He didn't know of course that there was something in the drink.  He only knew

  that the room started to spin and he got very hot and his body started to sweat.

 

"Try on your costume." Six guys were now around him watching.

Carlos shrugged and ran one hand through his short choppy hair.  His

handsome eyes sparkled.

 

"What the fuck, " he said, and the guys cheered. Eighteen-year

 old Carlos hooked his thumbs inside his speedo and slid it down over his slim hips.

After all, it was just like changing in a high school locker room.  He stepped out of his

 trunks and shook one leg to free up his nuts.  He had a nice big, full sack, covered with black

hair. His fat uncircumcised dick swung free. It was a fucking horse dick for a teenager. He reached for the posing pouch,

but Jeff held if away.

 

"Hey, hey, hey,what's this ,my man?" Jeff balked.

 

"Hey, hey, hey, what?"  Carlos asked, the room spinning.

 

"You didn't shave your balls, man.  All the

dancers here got shaved balls and assholes."  All the guys nodded and

agreed.

 

"But I'm not dancing naked, no one will

know."  Carlos didn't understand.

 

" No, but when a guy slips the money in your

pouch, he sometimes likes to brush up against your bag.  I've seen kids

fired for having hairy balls.  It makes a kid seem old, and the customers

like to fantasize that we are just boys.  And shit, man , when you dance in

that pouch, your ass crack will show.  And nothing is more gross than a

hairy ass crack.  Tony, why don't you go on and dance this round for the kid,

while we shave him down."

 

Before poor young Carlos knew what was

happening or could protest, he found himself seated legs spread on a wooden

table.  Jeff and the others got some shaving cream and a razor and lathered

up his big fat teenage nuts. It was humiliating as hell, because the boys took

turns stretching out his sack skin, so Jeff could scrape the hair off. Carlos

tried to protest, but found himself hardly able to talk. While one or two of

the other boys stretched out and played with his sack skin and nuts, some of

the other boys massaged poor Carlos to “relax” him. They played with his nipples,

ran fingers down his back to his ass crack, teased his armpits. It felt so fucking queer

to Carlos, but it also felt so fucking good in his dizzy stale.

 

"Good, that looks much better.  Somebody fix some

more shots for us.  Now what about the stomach hair, what do you guys

think?"

 

"Get rid of it, he'll look a lot hotter. We want you to make lots

 of money, boy."  So, they shaved off the thin trail of tummy hair he had, which

 widened to a nice thick bush above the boy’s horse dick. "What about his bush?"

 

"Guys, leave my pubic hair alone, okay?" Carlos slurred.

 

"Yeah, yeah, we'll just make it nice and neat.  Trim it a little.

 A nice sexy triangle of prick hair. " So, they began to chop away at the

 teenager's prick bush.

 

 "Fuck Jeff, do you know what you are

doing?  That's not even.  His pubic hair is higher on the right side now.

Chop some off there."

 

"Guys please, " Carlos suddenly felt like crying, something

 he had not done since his father died.

 

"Oh shit, now I really fucked it up Carlos," Jeff said with a sheepish grin.

  "Oh well, we better shave it all off, it looks stupid this way." If Carlos had not been

 out of it, he would have noticed that all the guys in the room were sporting hug hardons. 

 

So, at eighteen years old, cute hunky

Carlos lost his prick bush.  He looked down at his naked crotch.  His dick

looked enormous now.

 

"Here, Carlos baby, drink this shot. It'll relax you. Now be

 a good boy and get up on your hands and knees so we can shave your asshole. "

 

"Do I really have to?"  the pathetic kid asked.

 

"Yeah you really have to.  We can't let you dance like that."

Carlos, with the help of six or seven pairs of groping hands

 crawled to his hands and knees.  Hands cupped his ass cheeks and spread them.

  Hands forced his legs farther apart.  Hands gently slapped, and cupped his

big balls to set them swinging. Hands continued to rub his nipples, and then began to

pluck them. They grew hard and sensitive.  Carlos started to grunt and groan.  He felt the shaving cream in his ass crack.

Then, the cool razor. He felt it scrape around his puckered asshole. He had never felt so naked.  So vulnerable. He curled his

toes and twisted his torso, moving his hunky ass from side to side like a whore in heat. Tears rolled down

his soft smooth cheeks.

 

"Hold still, Punta, I'm just  working on  the asshole now,

and I don't wanna nick pussy hole lips."  Sweat dripped from the boy's body.

  Nervous sweat. He couldn't focus.  Couldn't see clearly.  Couldn't hear. Somebody in

 Front of him wiped the sweat from his face, and then kept on stroking his cheeks

and tracing his full lower lip with a thick finger.

 

"How do you feel baby?  Nervous?  Let's

relax you a bit."  The thick finger inserted itself between his lips and

began to saw in and out of his mouth, almost like a fucking cock.

At the same time, a large male hand encircled Carlo's dick and began to pump.

 

"Fuck off, man.  I told you I'm not gay..."  Carlos tried to say,

 but the thick finger was pushing down his throat.  Jeff stroked and patted the boy's smooth hard ass, then ran one finger

up and down the boys asscrack, sending shivers through the Puerto Rican youth.  The fingers on his chest started to flick his

nipples like he did to the chicks to get them hot and wet. He wanted to bite the finger

fucking his face, but another hand grabbed his jaw tightly. Spit bubbled

out around the invading finger.  Then he felt another finger, at his

asshole. He tried to buck, to throw his attackers off, but there were eight

of them now, holding him down. On his hands and knees, like a fucking cow

they held him, while one hand milked his big fucking dick, and another

tugged at his huge nutsack, and a finger drilled his asshole.

 

Carlos was in agony.  He tried to scream for help,

but some fucker in the bar had turned up all the music. The finger

in his asshole withdrew to be replace by two of them.  Two thick fingers

spreading and stretching his rectum. He wanted to fight.  He tried to fight. 

The hand working his nuts started to slap his ball bag harder and harder.  Carlos

 screamed and farted around the fingers up his ass, getting a big laugh from everyone. The hand on his

dick had given him a fucking hard on. Why the fuck was he hard?  What had

they given him?  Carlos was choking now on the finger in his mouth.  It was

probing deeply into his throat. Carlos had never felt so degraded in his entire life.

The humiliation was almost unbearable.

 

Jeff stripped off his dance thong and stroked his

throbbing ten-inch prick.  He climbed up onto the table behind Carlos and

rubbed his prick knob against the boy’s pink rosette.

 

"No, not that. Not that..."  Carlos tried to scream, but all

 that came out around the finger were gagging sounds.  Two more guys had

 stripped and were rubbing their leaking dicks on the side of

his face. Carlos tried in vain to raise and arm to slap them off.  He was

held immobile. Jeff's drooling dickhead  massaged the puckered ass ring. Then

the muscular jock pushed the fat cock knob into the boys asshole. Carlos

bucked again, trying to pull away.  He gagged in pain.  The hand on his dick

started to yank roughly. The hand on his balls grabbed the sack and pulled

down hard on the nuts inside. A popper was shoved up each of the boy’s nostrils.

 Fingertips grabbed his nipples and twisted. Two guys were rubbing their

 dickheads in his ears. the dude with the finger in his mouth was rubbing his dick

 into Carlo's eyes, sealing them shut with pre-cum.

 

Jeff's fat cockhead literally popped into the boys

cherry asshole.  The ass lips sealed themselves around the fucking stalk.

The ass lips were stretched to their limits. Jeff fucked the boy like a cheap

Whore, shoving his monster dick in to the balls in one even, hard, heavy

stroke. Carlos thought he would die.  He started to pass out, but the

finger in his throat jabbed and prodded, and the dicks at his face slapped

him awake. Somebody, not the boy pumping his prick, peeled back his foreskin

and was stretching it this way and that.

 

Jeff slapped the fucked ass as hard as he could with his big hand,

  while he pulled his dick out to the very knob and then, shoved it back in balls deep.

That's how he fucked his cunts, and that's how he fucked boy ass. He loved

how the inner asshole flesh was pulled out a bit each time he withdrew his

dick. There was blood on his cock now, which meant it was a really good

fuck.

 

The probing finger was withdrawn from Carlo's

spit filled mouth, only to be replaced moments later by a fat dripping

penis. Fingers pried his mouth open, so the cockhead could rub up and down

his tongue,  drooling prick spooge. Carlos was choking, coughing up spit and

dickslime. The fucker in his ass pounded harder and harder. Carlos could

feel the Godamned thing in his belly. He could actually feel the prick

swelling and throbbing against his asscunt lips. He could feel Jeff's big

fat scrotum slapping against his flesh with each thrust. Oh God, he was

being fucked.  Like a girl. Like a cunt. He was being fucked.  He never

imagined in a million years this could happen to him.

 

Jeff grabbed the Puerto Rican's slim teenage

hips and plunged deep.  He screamed and arched his back and shot a hard,

heavy load of fuck up the boy’s ass. He unloaded his sperm into the boy's

belly. The handsome straight high school senior became nothing but a fucked

twat. Jeff unhitched, his prick still hard and drooling fuckslop, and

another dancer climbed up onto the table and rammed his dick into Carlos.

 

For an hour and half, they fucked him in both

mouth and asshole. They dumped their scum across his pretty face, shot up

his nose and in his ears. They gave him more drugs to keep him out of it and

fucked him again.  Thirteen dancers fucked the boy two or three times each.

Then the manager and three bartenders fucked him.

His asshole was bright red, like a monkey's ass.  Cum bubbled from it.  His

lips were swollen twice their size from sucking dick and looked twice as

sexy. His slender tight young body was covered with scads of dried cum.

Somebody had put a leather strap around his nut sack, stretching the balls

 down and making them look even larger than they were. His nipples stood out

 a half an inch, raw and sore, swollen and puckered like a sow’s tits after giving birth.

 They put a cock ring on him so his hard on bobbed and weaved and slapped his tummy

 Leaving dick drool all over his shaved pubic area and stomach.

 

Then. they helped him to unsteady feet.  He

could hardly stand. Jeff steadied him. "The drugs we gave you are real

addictive. You're gonna need some every day.  Most of the money you make

will go to us for drugs.  But we'll let you keep some. " Jeff kissed the

dazed boy on the neck and then sucked, leaving a black and blue mark.

 

His ass hurt so he sobbed, as they tied the

mesh pink pouch onto his throbbing drooling prick.  It was truly obscene.

The dick pushed the material out so far that his balls were clearly visible,

Hanging out  the sides of the strings.  Because of the cockring,

 his hardon wouldn't go down.  The pouch was almost

see through, but not quite, just enough to tease the perverts out front.

Jeff shoved a small butt plug up the kid's raped ass.

 

"Let them see the plug.  They'll love it. "

 

"Should we wash some of the slime off him?  He

looks a fucked-out mess. "

 

"Nah, the drunken dudes will like him all the

better.  They'll wanna lick the crap off his body.  We got a real star here

boys.  Well, Carlos, there's your music.  You are on my boy.  Go on out there

and make us proud of you."

 

On big, broad, naked feet, with an unsteady

slightly bowlegged walk, cute young Carlos staggered out into the bar to

begin his career.  He hardly even knew where the fuck he was.  But in his

head he heard the word "addicted."  With each step toward the dancing

platform, cum squirted out of his ass around the buttplug. Fuckslime ran

down his legs. Cum and drool hung from his sexy mouth. His big fucking hard

on tented the tiny pink pouch so much, there was an inch of space between

material and the boys shaved groin.  Everyone could easily see his dick and

fat sweat slick shaved nuts. He tripped once and fell into some customers.

Hands massaged his ass cheeks and came away covered in fuckslime. He

climbed on hands and knees onto the platform.  Customers roared their

approval and thrust dollar bills in his direction. Cum ran from his nose and

he licked it up with his tongue.

 

"Dance, you fucked out cunt!"  Somebody yelled, and

the boy dragged himself to his feet and began to gyrate. More hands, this

time clutching money began to violate his teenage body.

 

Jeff watching from the rear of the crowd, smiled and

turned to the other dancers.  "Anybody up for a Puerto Rican piss party

tomorrow night?"