Boys in Space by (c) Hamilton Joyce. 

"The Mines" is known across the civilised galaxy as a hell-hole, rough, tough, dangerous, but the place to get rich. It is generally accepted across the settled planets that there is only one worse place to live: I'll come to that later.....

This is the story of how I came to "The Mines" and how I eventually came to enjoy life there, but let's start with when I had been there several months.

There is only one real city, known as Spapo, short for Space Port, which is self-explanatory. The rest of the planet consists of small settlements around the isolated mines because this otherwise bleak and dreadful place is rich in the minerals the Planets need.... copper, lead, silver, nickel, gold all common, the rarer metals such as platinum, palladium, titanium and others, all of them found in many places in the mountains and plains. Above all there is limitless uranium, the mineral which fuels the industry and transport of the planets. There are also huge reserves of gas and oil used in the chemical industries across the galaxy, and for transport locally.

Spapo is a sprawling, unplanned township of some twenty thousand permanent inhabitants and many more temporary tourists. The wholly male tourists come because anything can be bought in Spapo, no pleasure too extreme, no vice too taboo: clubs cater for every sexual taste.  Through no choice of my own I had become part of that thriving tourist industry and I had come to like it, too. There are clubs with girls but they can be found easily in every city of the civilised planets and among the pioneers in the new settlements. No, the Unique Selling Proposition of the Spapo tourist industry is its boys! And across the sprawling city nine out of ten clubs were manned (if that is the right word!) by teenage or pre-teen boys.

Everything had its price, was for sale.....including this young lad!

All our customers were armed for one reason: the whole Mines planet was armed, and probably more than half the population outside Spapo was employed in private armies, security organisations, as bodyguards or as assassins. Beyond the city there was no law.... but the strong took what they could hold, and the weak worked for the strong. If you and your associates had a valuable mine you defended it or lost it. Fixed battles were rare, but skirmishes, ambushes and raids were constant. And among the companies and warlords there were thousands of prospectors seeking out new deposits of minerals and if lucky selling the location to the real tigers. These guys were armed to the teeth, and had to be. There was a ruling philosophy of "What's mine is mine, what's yours is negotiable....." 

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I woke before my alarm sounded, stretched, yawned, and told the screen to start. To get myself in the mood for the evening's work I told it to go to Porn Channel Three, the man-boy video channel, because that is what my work is, pleasuring the men.  I watched for a few minutes to wake myself up properly and then showered. I dried myself and blow-dried my hair checking myself over in the mirror as I brushed it. It was down to my shoulders now, blonde, fine and shining and I was proud of it and of my body. I am not at all muscular, but as I looked in the glass I considered myself proportioned, and my arse was real cute, as I was often told, and my belly flat and firm. I am a bit vain, but have something to be vain about. My cock was not hard (I had taken a cold shower!) but when erect it is five inches, big for a twelve-year old boy. I still have no hair on my balls, chest or under my arms, though there is a fine fuzz starting at the base of my belly. Soon Rollo O'Dea. the Proprietor, and my owner since he bought me six months ago, soon he would tell me whether he wanted me to wax it off or leave it. Some men like their boys completely smooth and some enjoy a little-boy triangle of hair to tickle their noses as they suck. Rollo wants his Club to cater to all tastes, and instructs the boys accordingly. I hope I will be allowed to grow some pubic hair, though not of course on my balls or cock itself, and certainly never in my arse-crease, under my arms, or on my chest!

Dressing involved slipping the pastel blue satin belt around my waist, and checking that the tiny emergency tube of lubricant was still in the satin pouch that hung from it at my hip. We boys wore no other clothes at work, and really only had that little belt because we needed somewhere to safeguard the currency notes the men would pay us. There was always lube lying about in the club and I had a big pump-dispenser on the table beside the double bed in my room. I checked the safe was locked.

At the head of the stairs from the boys' rooms to the club-room there is a long mirror. I stood in front of it and peered down into the tall-ceilinged bar with its fake marble columns and erotic artwork on the walls. There were already a lot of customers and the mid-day shift of boys was working the room with a sprinkling of the evening lads. I could see my buddy Vijay sitting in the lap of a big red-neck miner, his automatic rifle propped against the table where the empties showed he had been tanking up.Soon he would go upstairs with Vijay for his sex session, though the way they were sitting it was quite possible his cock was already in my buddy's arse. My heart had leaped when I saw Vijay: it always does, and I think I am in love with him, with his happy smile and always positive mood, with his fine, golden-brown skin, lean and firm. My cock became hard: I checked myself one last time in the mirror: I was ready for work and pleasure.

My first job would be to clear up some of the empty bottles and glasses: then I would be free to circulate among the customers, tempting and teasing with my boy's body.

                                   
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Six months before I had been a dirt-farmer within distant view of the ruins of London.

The land then called England had not been bombed in the nuclear exchanges that ended the Earth Wars and left much of North and South America, China, India and European Asia radioactive and empty of any life. Sadly, however, like the rest of Europe it had been fought over by the conventional armies of East and West Blocks, so little was left of the cities. 

Grandfather tells of those early days when the population could no longer feed itself, and men fought for food and land. He and his brother had occupied and defended our small-holding, fighting off the starving and desperate hordes who would have taken it from them. An alliance with the next farm had been sealed when a daughter from there became his partner, and gradually as the population decreased the danger passed.

There were still, however, bands of marauders out of the cities and the northern and western wilderness, and even a twelve year old boy had a revolver at his waist while bagging up the potato crop. Mother, father and my two older brothers, Ham and Japhet, were working beside me in the dusty field.

The new atomic-powered vehicles are almost silent, and it was upon us almost before we could un-holster our guns. But they came in peace, wanting only to trade, laying their weapons on the ground between us in the time-honoured gesture of peace. Doubtless other weapons were aimed from within the vehicle!

They wanted boys and girls! I had always known my future was doubtful. Ham would get the farm, Japhet would marry the daughter of the next farm, their only child. I would have to move on, win my own land or make my living some other way. The farm could not support two families. So it was no surprise that father was willing to negotiate my sale. The price finally agreed was two sacks of beans, a sack of salt and one of sugar, a crate of whisky from one of the few distilleries now working, two boxes of amunition, and some satin underwear for my mother. Filthy dirty from the sweat and dust of the field I kissed mother goodbye. She was weeping, but father and my brothers looked content to see me go.

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Mina is a slave-owning society but that may or may not in fact be legal. Only one of the other settled planets had officially legalised slavery and that one, New Muscovy, bred its own slaves. Throughout the whole of the planets most work... manufacturing and agriculture..... was done by machines and robots, and most of the rest by intelligent computers. So slaves even in New Muscovy were mainly domestic. There the son or daughter of a slave was also a slave.  Of course in the frontier worlds settlers made their own rules, and a boy or girl taken from earth could end up in the wilderness and made to work or to provide pleasure to the purchaser of their body and soul.....

There are twelve civilised planets, and probably as many again at the frontiers of settlement. The Robinson space-drive had been discovered before the Earth Wars, and luckily or unluckily depending on your view of the human race, humanity had its eggs in more than one basket before the madness of nuclear war. The planet I was headed to, Mina de Oro, was neither civilised, nor really a frontier planet. More of that later.   

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Jacko the barman was supposed to collect the empties and clear the tables himself, but the miners and their bodyguards kept him really busy behind the bar, and he always appreciated boys helping him out with a few tray-loads. I liked Jacko who was still a boy, though at fifteen was a bit too old to tempt our customers. His muscles and nice cock tempted me though, and we had spent several nights together enjoying each others' bodies! As I moved among the tables, hands groped my bottom, and there were lewd but welcome suggestions. You could pick out the various types very easily, and I identified a couple of the Doge's administrators dressed in sober grey suits, in deep discussion with a shifty looking guy, lean and rat-faced. Some deal was being arranged. The civil servants had no weapons, but they had a minder propped against the wall behind them and he was armed, probably an AKM I guessed. Looking round the room I could see several of the rough-neck miners were carring these Kalashnikov automatic rifles, or had them propped up against their tables. Three Spacers were at the bar, smart in their blue and grey uniforms. These guys were renowned for their physical fitness (you had to be fit to continually withstand the forces generated by space travel at the start and end of each trip, and there were rumours that their strength and intelligence were artificially enhanced when they had been selected for Space): I really enjoyed sex with them. These guys had hideously expensive modern laser-weapons, little silver-coloured cylinders at their belts: all the clientele was armed but most of them had machine pistols or automatics left over from the Earth Wars. Mina was awash with this military hardware, old and out of date but still effective. You would not last long out there planet-side unarmed! 

I felt I had done enough clearing up for the time being, and Jacko winked at me by way of thanks. The three Spacers were obviously the best bets among the clients and I introduced myself to them. They were friendly and quite flattering to this naked little boy, but for the moment were content to load up on alcohol. I looked around again and saw a miner who had at least shaved....he looked youngish, perhaps thirty, and fit. I tried him, and he was up for it. 

'Not drinking, mister?'

'Had a couple of these. Better as they don't get in the way of the sex like booze.' He had a bottle of pills...probably an upper of some sort but did not offer one to me, though. Instead he had one hand on my butt and the other cradling my balls as I stood beside him. I noticed it was a really old machine pistol at his waist so he was not wealthy, unless he preferred tried and tested weapons: this one certainly looked as if it had a lot of wear!

Despite all the guns there was never a shooting inside the club, and according to Rollo never had been. This was neutral ground, and more to the point entry was very, very expensive, with the drinks and the boys free once the admission was paid. You would not risk being thrown out and losing that at the best: at the worst there were a hundred guys with guns, any one of whom might take offense at disturbance of their little piece of paradise in a harsh life! Sexwise it was "anything goes" within the house rules that no boy was to be marked so that it showed. Sex with us boys was free but we expected a tip for our willing compliance, and often my little satin hip-pouch would be bulging with Mina and other currencies by the end of my shift. I had come to enjoy it so much that I would have laid lots of the guys for free!

'You're a good looking lad. Upstairs?'

I could see the bulge in his khaki shorts and brushed my hand against it by way of response. He followed me up the stairs.....

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I lay on the bed watching as he stripped off, and decided he looked just as good naked as he had in his sun-faded clothes. I like my men big-boned and muscular, probably because nearly all men on Mina were super-fit and you enjoy what you are used to. Their life was tough and it showed: disease had been beaten, again fortunately before the ruin of Earth, and there was nothing to prevent every man from fulfilling his physical potential. This guy was hairy... I like that.... and had good biceps and strong thighs. He looked as if he would shag well! his cock was only half-hard so it was difficult to be sure, but probably it was only average size. I would soon have it fully hard!

He joined me on the bed, propped himself against a pillow at the bedhead, grabbed my arm and pulled me onto him. My head was crushed against the base of his chest as he squeezed my butt with both hands, allowing the side of one hand to slip into the crease and rest against my arsehole. Good! This guy would certainly want to fuck me eventually, and that always starts the working day well. I could feel his cock stiff against me now,

'What's your name, boy?'

'Noah. I'm twelve I think.'

I added my age because that's the next question the Johns always ask. Twelve is a good answer even if you are thirteen or fourteen as it is the age that most turns a guy on, innocent and boyish, like.

'I'm Dwight. Where you from?'

'Earth, place used to be called London.'

'I've heard of that somewheres....Now you can suck some cock, Noah.'

I disengaged myself from his hands and arms and lay between his wide-spread legs, running my hands up and down his beefy, hairy thighs a few times. He had an exciting body all right, with those big balls in their loose reddish bag, and a nice straight cock, about the average eight inches I should think and thinner than most, but with a big, flaring knob that would make itself felt for the first moment or two it was up me, I guessed, Good! He had been cut like most men nowadays: if you found a guy with uncut foreskin you could be sure he had been brought up on one of the wilder frontier worlds. I was always excited when I found one: we all like a change!

So I held his thighs and pulled myself closer to him till my nose nuzzled those balls. They smelled of some perfume or spice I did not recognise: I would have preferred them to smell of male, but sex-workers can't be choosers as Rollo says. I nibbled at his balls with my lips, not my teeth, while I held his hard cock. 

'Suck me, boy!'

I closed my lips around his knob, and slowly, slowly, slowly allowed the straight shaft to slide between them till my nose rested in his matt of pubic hair. His knob touched my throat, but it was months since that had made me gag. I was used to it now and that reflex had disappeared: men like to feel their whole length down a boy's throat, especially if he flutters his tongue against the front of it while it rests there. He groaned and held my head between his hands, fingers through my long, silky hair. One of the good things about the club, and one of the reasons why guys are willing to pay the hefty admission, is that the boys are not in a hurry. Unlike the street-whores they are not paid "for the job" as it were, and we soon learn that the better we make it the better the tip.

So I gave the guy the works, starting with long, slow sucking, letting his cock slide gently between my lips, in and out as my head moved up and down, tongue fluttering about all the while. sometimes I would take it out and suck and lick the front of the shaft, especially just below the knob where we are all very sensitive. I soon found out he had sensitive nipples, and stroked and squeezed them as I sucked him.

'That's good, Noah. faster now!'

so I speeded up, and reached under him to tap-tap-tap on his anus with my index finger: many of the guys don't want to be penetrated there, but they all love the feeling of being fingered outside. They soon let you know if they want anal masturbation too! 

I could feel his tension rising, and there was the taste of precum in my mouth. Then his hips started to move under me, his legs stiffening, and I knew he was close. i sucjked as hard and fast as I could and at just the right moment pulled on the skin of his ball sack. His cum exploded in my mouth, filling it and bubbling with the sily, hot juice. More and more, as I swallowed franticly, until after the fourth spurt the cock settled down to ooze and twitch gently.

His cum was thick and smooth but nearly tasteless. i'm a connoisseur of man-juice (and boy-juice come to that!), and sometimes you can taste salt, garlic, and even some spices. I love it all!

'You suck well, boy!'

'Thank you, Dwight. I loved that: you had so much cum!'

'Not had a boy for three months. Three months spanking the monkey!'

'Jeez! Three months! Jeez!'

'I'll want your arse soon, Noah. But first I'll get me a beer.'

'No. you stay here, Dwight, and I'll go down and get it for you. Soon be back!'

Jacko was busy at the bar but managed to pass the time of day as he decanted something like a litre of frothy beer into a glass.

'Something for you too, sweetie?'

'No thanks, lover.'

'He's not working you too hard then?'

'He's a nice guy. Lovely cock, good bod, and when I get back a nice strong fucking I should think.'

'My bed tonight, sweetie?'

'It's a date, lover.'

As I passed the three handsome spacers at the bar one of them reached out to pat my arse. I gave him my best smile.

'How about it, angel?'

'I'd love to, handsome. But later....'

On my bed Dwight was still sitting propped up, but his cock was standing again: one of my porn vids was on the screen and had had the desired effect.

'Beer or bottom first, Dwight?'

'Both together, you little darling. come and sit on this.' He held his cock vertical with one hand while he took the beer from me with the other.  

Ask me what's the best way to start the working day and I'll reply exactly like this. A good mouthful of cum from a lemon-smelling cock, and then a long, slow fuck, me on top and controlling the pace, no sweat dripping on me from hard-fucking miners, and a pleaasant looking guy as well. So I cheerfully greased my arse and lowered myself onto that lightning rod. Dwight took a deep swig of the beer and was half-way down the jar by the time my buttocks rested on his thighs and belly. Then Up slowly, and sinking down again. I gradually speeded up, and he took the occasional mouthful of beer, looking hard at my face and body, as if remembering them for the long boy-less weeks to come out in the deserts again. When he had finished the beer he set the empty mug down on the bedside table, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and grasped my hips.

'Now, shag me hard, boy. Up and down. That's it.'

It was a good work-out for me, and if he or I had touched my cock at all   I would have cum, but he seemed more interested in my buns, a hand under each cheek as I fucked him. And i was stroking his chest and especially his nipples. When I had had enough, the exercise a bit demanding after some twenty minutes, I reached and held each nipple between thumb and forefinger. I bounced up and down even faster, and twisted his nips. That did it. He came, eyes bulging and face red. A good cum! I kept him up me till he moved to dislodge himself.

'You did well, boy. I'm going to see some old friends in the bar and may be back for more later'.

The tip, from a roll of notes in his trousers hip pocket, was a good one in Mina currency. I knew I would not see him again this visit. If he felt like more later in the day, and he certainly would, then he would want to sample another boy. They all do.

I took a quick shower, and in the bar chatted with the spacers, one of whom looked really horny for me. He looked like one of those biologically enhanced pilots and would be a real good fuck, so I reckoned I was lucky.....

Typical day!

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The first Spacer I ever saw was a couple of days after I had been sold to the child-trafficker. You would not find one of these wealthy and respected guys in a dirt-patch like London! I'm still not sure where the traders landed us that day, except that it must have been several hundred miles away from the family farm, and across a stretch of sea. It looked like the remains of an old army camp, much of it ruinous, but a few huts and one brick building still habitable and in fact looking quite good, white-washed and tidy. Several people-carrier hover-vehicles like the one I was in were parked up behind the brick building. 

By the time the day's work was finished for these guys they had kidnapped or bought six girls and ten boys. I had been only the second boy to be loaded aboard, so had been able to watch them about their business. Their machine was nearly silent as it moved a few feet above the ground, and when they came across a boy or girl working in the fields or walking on the remnants of a road they would stop, quickly disembark, and grab. A quick inspection, and if the child looked emaciated, deformed by disease or ugly, too young or too old, they would kick it away and move on. If it looked a prospect, they would feel it up, tits, arse, balls, cock, and probably load it aboard. Sometimes they stopped at farmsteads and once at a black-smith's forge, and traded for boy-flesh or girl-flesh. 

We were unloaded from the vehicle and herded into a large room at the base of the building. Here we were told to strip naked and told to line up. Boys were one side, girls the other. I was interested to see the girls naked, as I had never seen one before in the nude. The boys were, perhaps, more interesting as my fantasies (jerking off was one of the few leisure activities I had experienced), were usually mental images of boys..... all I knew really. I thought the girls looked nice too!

A guy in a white coat came round and took blood samples. I later found that unless disease had physically scarred they did not care, as they had speedy cures for everything: slaves were valuable and worth treating. Dirt farmers were not! 

Another came round with a clip-board, ticking boxes as they turned each of us round, felt biceps, arse, cock etc and made us open our mouths to look at the teeth. Then the girls were herded away. A few minutes later the boys were divided into two groups... six and four. I was in the smaller group. Three of us were blondes and the fourth a redhead, and I thought they all looked very attractive, including myself of course. The next day I understood that I was right: the four best-looking were bound for pleasure-houses or as toys for wealthy buyers. The others would be more ordinary domestic servants/slaves.

We slept that night in separate beds in the same room: we were all completely innocent still and there was no sex. I did not even jerk off, as I was a bit embarassed still. Happy days!

The next day we four were paraded again, and a tall, thin guy inspected us carefully.....I was amazed when he stuck a finger up my bum. I'd never heard of such a thing: but there were so many new things, it just passed. I was picked out by the guy and the others were sent away. I had been naked since the afternoon before, but they gave me a sort of shift and some leather slippers, and I went off with the guy in his smaller vehicle. Later I found he was Rollo's talent scout!

And that afternoon I saw my first spacer as I formed part of the cargo to Mina. The first second of the journey was, as is well known, terrible with the forces applied to the body, but arrival was almost instantaneous, with another terrible moment as we arrived. I lived . (A few don't!)

And another vehicle, this time an ancient diesel-engined truck billowing blue smoke, took me and two other boys from the air-port to a squat building among many other squat buildings. It was the first city I had ever seen!

Training started the moment we arrived.....

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We were going to be sex slaves and had a lot to learn very quickly as none of us (we were three boys) had the slightest idea of what men wanted from boys when freed from the constraints of marriage, home, religion or law. None of us had met with men attracted to boys, or even heard tell of them. We knew all about sex between men and women, even men and girls because that was all around us as we grew up in the frontier-like ruins of London though my parents always had their own room, and my brothers would take the girls from neighbouring farms into the field for their adult games. No, the lure of cock and arse was foreign to all three. It was not so bad for Vijay and me because we had been brought up fairly rough and had low expectations generally. For poor Tamas it was close to traumatic. He was a Londoner like the others of us, but not from the family of a dirt farmer or scrap dealer like us: he had been the apple of his father's eye and had been raised in what passed as luxury in poverty-struck London. His family were grain and cloth merchants, near the top of our stunted social tree. 

We were to be broken to our work much as a horse is broken to the saddle and the bit, and the process would start immediately. the men charged with the job clearly enjoyed it!

As soon as we got off the truck, each was grasped by the arm and frog-marched into separate rooms. My guard was a stocky guy with broad shoulders and a day's black stubble. He ripped my flimsy shift up over my head and I was naked, suddenly shy and trying to cover my shrunken willy with my hands. He roared with laughter, and caught me a stinging slap on my buttocks. This made me remove my hands, and there was even more raucous laughter as he handled my exposed cock and balls. No-one had ever done that to me in my memory, and it was somehow shaming to have my private places fingered and commented on. He seemed to approve that I had been circumcised, which did not in fact cheer me up at all. To be honest i was scared, petrified by this huge, violent , and so very male man. 

'They sent us some pretty ones this time: you, sweetie, are the best I've seen in a long time.'

He ran his hands over my bottom....

'Nice and firm! Hands a bit rough still, and those feet too. Never mind. A fortnight here and they'll be smooth and soft like the Johns enjoy them. And these are very nice: no need to wax you, yet, sweetie.'

He was handling my cock and balls. I couldn't understand most of what he was saying. What were "Johns", and why would they want my hands smooth and soft? I had been brought up to to think it was good for a man to have tough skin on his hands so they would not blister scything wheat, chopping wood or guiding the plough.  And what did "wax" mean? It was all very strange. To my horror, my little cocklet went hard while he handled it. Shaming! It had a life of its own, and would go hard at the strangest times......

'That's good. Nice size for twelve. Yes that'll do.'

He let go of my private parts, and I was horrified to watch him undo his wide brown-leather belt and let his denim trousers fall to his ankles. I had seen my brothers' cocks but always soft: I had never seen an adult cock erect and in its glory. I felt like a rabbit faced with a stoat, hypnotised, scared, and also somehow disturbed. My own cock was still hard, so I cannot have been too upset! He stroked his hand up and down his cock a few times just like I did when on my mattress at night, my brothers fast asleep and snoring. He was smiling at me now and had a strange look in his eyes. I could not meet his gaze, he was so hairy, with a great mat of black hair at the base of his cock and up his belly, and you could only just see his balls; enough, however, to see that like his cock they were big, hanging in their great pouch, like that bull farmer Jarvis owns. I stared fascinated at his cock, straight and with a blue vein standing out on it, and a great red helmet. It looked as if he had been cut, like most of us but there the resemblance ended......it must have been twice mine.  

'Here, boy!'

I hesitated.

'I said come here!' Trousers round his ankles I guessed he did not want to move! I took the step towards him, and he grasped my shoulders, forcing me to kneel in front of him.

'May as well start now. This is going to be your life, boy, and the sooner you learn to do it well, the better.'

His knob was right up agaist my face: the scent was the now-familiar male-scent, not overpowering, and not unpleasant even then. 

'Lick it, boy.'

It was odd: close up against him he smelled of male sweat, a bit of urine, but over-all was the scent of roses. I realised he used perfume: where I was brought up women did that. Men never. It was also odd that, commanded to lick his cock, these thoughts came up rather than any revulsion, or even much surprise. i did as told and licked the front of his cock from the hairy root up to the knob, but not the knob itself: that looked shiny as if it was wet, flaming and flaring red, and in fact there was a drop of clear fluid in its eye. The cock was very masculine and so very big, but it was not "other" in the way that knob was. His cock was not so very different from the flesh on his arms and legs, but the knob certainly was.

'In your mouth, boy. Take it in your mouth'.

I hesitated. This was too strange, gross even, but he had my head between his hands and he forced me down onto it. I daren't put that thing in my mouth..... but I daren't not do it either. I opened my lips and the top of the knob was between them. It seemed too broad for my jaw, but he jerked his hips upwards at the same time as he pushed my head down and it was in. Once past the knob the shaft was not as broad and did not stretch my jaw as much. But as it penetrated further it touched my throat and I choked.

He laughed. 'You'll soon learn not to gag, boy, but this first time hold it by the root so only half of it slides in. Yes, that's it. Now move up and down on it so it rubs against your lips and suck at the same time. Ah! you've got it! We'll make a great little cock-sucker of you yet.'

It was not boring, and I knew I was learning a great mystery. I was aware my own little cocklet was standing, so there must have been something my body liked in this! I held onto his hips to steady myself, and found the feel of his muscles was exciting.

He did not warn me he was about to cum, and the first I knew was the silky feel of cum in my mouth, lots of it, and then more and more. I kept bobbing up and down and tried to swallow, but some leaked out from my lips down my chin. He was groaning, cursing, groaning again, calling me his sweet little cock-sucker, saying how good I was at it. all incoherent, of course.I was to get used to these rambling words of passion over the next few months!  

He did not suck me off that first time, or handle my bottom.

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We were quiet over supper, me, Vijay and the other boy. Too much to think about I guess.

But when the guard switched the light off in our bedroom later, three simple beds in a row, Vijay crept into mine, and we hugged each other, two naked, lost boys. 

We lay there silent and still listening to Tamas sobbing quietly until the sound of his breathing told me he was asleep. I loved the feel of Vijay's body agaist mine, so warm and so silky and smooth. I found I was gently stroking his hips and his back, and he was caressing my bottom. Then, astoundingly I felt his lips on mine as he kissed me: I guess I flinched a moment as I had never received a lover's kiss (or indeed any other sort!), but it felt good and I was answering with my own mouth full-open as we explored each other's tongues and palates. We were laying now with our legs inter-twined, Vijay's leg between mine, and mine between his, both gripping tightly with our thighs. I became aware that my cock was standing and then I could feel his hard against my belly. I reached down to handle my cock but my hand found his first and I grasped it. His lips became even more passionate and his little hand grasped my cocklet too.

We lay like this a long time, embracing and stroking each others cocks. Vijay broke the silence.

'My guy stuck his cock in my mouth....'

'Mine too.'

'Did you mind?'

'I liked it, really. is that terrible?'

'I liked it too. Did he cum?'

'Buckets....'

'Mine too. I swallowed it all.'

'I swallowed most. It was warm and slippery and almost tasteless. Nice really.'

'My guy tasted salty, but it felt nice. would you like me to suck you, Noah?'

'Let's suck each other.' I pulled the thin sheet off us, and there was enough light to just make out the slender form of my new friend, laying on his side. his cock was shrouded in shadow, but I reversed myself on the bed, and soon found his crotch with my face. there was a delicious feeling of warmth and wetness as he took my cock into his mouth.

'Jeez! That feels good!'

'Mine too....'

I held his springy little cock in one hand and closed my lips around the knob, hearing his sigh, muffled by my cock filling his mouth. 

I hardly had time to feel his smooth back and hard little bottom before I was coming. And as I came I felt his boy-juice bubble out into my own mouth. We slept like that, naked to the air, and head-to-toe. If I dreamed I can't recall the dream, and I expect we both had a better night than poor Tamas.

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Next morning we were woken up, all three of us, by a different servant (guard?). This was a younger guy than the one I had seen the day before, and very different in appearance. This one was slim and blonde, and had silky hair down to his shoulders. There was something feminine in his voice and in the way he moved. He told us that before breakfast he wanted to make sure we were clean "inside and out".

I asked him the time. It is impossible to tell the time in Spapo from whether it's dark or light, because although the dome is transparent the planet rotates much quicker than Earth and the day is much shorter as well. Like all the planets, the day used is still 24 hours (just as the week, month and year is the same as old Earth). It was six o'clock in the morning....late for me and Vijay, but I bet early for Tamas!

Vijay and I pissed together into the same toilet bowl, but Tamas did it by himself. I enjoyed watching the stream from Vijay's dark brown cock! But we used separate compartments for our morning dump: there must have been something in the food the evening before because I had a real good clear out. Now the effeminate guy, who I guess would be about seventeen, showed us the douche....

Every morning from now on, boys, you are to take a dump and then, before you shower use this to make yourself squeaky clean inside. I'll show you how....

It was a pink plastic bottle with a long white nozzle, and he filled it with water at the sink. 'Not hot, but not cold....' Now he dropped his white satin shorts and showed a very attractive, slender bottom. He crouched down and inserted the nozzle in his anus. I caught Vijay's eye and could see he was amused, as I was. Tamas was looking away! 'Now I squeeze the bottle and the water fills my bum. See.'

He pulled the nozzle out and rinsed it in the sink, drying the bottle on a towel. 'Two or three minutes is enough. Five is better. But you keep the water in you and then you shit it all out with the little bits of shit along with it. Now you're nice and sweet! I've already done it once, so I'll get rid of the water now.....'

He sat on the bowl and we heard it splash. He wiped himself. 'Now you boys do it. Keep to your own douche... that's why they are different colours.'

Mine was pink.... I still have it and use it every morning! I filled it as told, and shoved it up, watching as Vijay did the same. He giggled, and I caught the giggles and started to giggle too.

'Good! I like it as well. Five minutes or so, and then shit it out, and then your shower. then breakfast!'

'I'm not doing that. It's dirty!' 

That was Tamas.....

'You'd better bloody do it, and get used to it! You do what you're told here!'

'I'm not sticking that thing up my bottom.' He threw it down on the floor.

'OK. Fill it for him....'

Vijay grabbed the pastel green bottle and filled it. Our guard held Tamas in an arm-lock and forced him down until he was bent double. He was making a lot of noise by now, protesting, shouting. 

'Shut up, boy! We all have to do this and most like it. Just shut up. Shove it up him, you.'

I helped hold the struggling boy down, my arms around him from the back and hands right on his crotch..... well, why not enjoy this: I was getting interested in cocks and balls! Vijay shoved it in none too gently, Tamas screamed blue murder, but the bottle was emptied into him. 

'We'll hold him while it works....'

So we held the boy down, sobbing now but whether with pain, fear or anger I don't know, probably all three. Then Vijay and I went to empty our arses, followed by Tamas. Vijay and I showered together and had a bit of a kiss and fondle under the hot needles of water. You guessed it.... Tamas showered alone, still sobbing.

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The food was good. It always was at this training school, probably to make us a bit plumper, half-starved youngsters from Earth! That would be why there was a gym too...Vijay and I spent most of our spare time working out there or just chatting. Sometimes we had sex on some of the equipment, sometimes with one or two of the guards as well: but that's another story. It began to look as if this whole set up was just for three boys at a time. The cost including four guards showed at least that we were valuable I realised.

This was the day I really grew up..... and the reader will already have guessed what I mean!  

I was lucky! When he dropped his trousers the guard who had been allocated me revealed a cock which was longer but not as broad as that of the one who had taught me to suck cock: the knob was "cut" and was not much wider than the shaft of his cock, pointed a bit, but flaming red and looking angry! I went to kneeel down in front of him expecting to be required to suck him off, and to be honest was rather looking forward to a morning load of cum in my mouth! But that was not the menu for today. Oh no!  

While I watched, naked of course, he removed his boots and trousers, and then his camouflage shirt (why did they sometimes wear camouflage gear on a planet with nearly no plant life? Probably more stuff left over from the great wars....). He was very hairy, but well-built and athletic. I thought he looked sexy, much sexier than the stocky and a bit squat guy who had me suck him off. This one looked really fit: also he had a nice grin.

'Kneel over that stool... It's Noah, isn't it?'

'Yes, sir.'

'I'm Zack and I'm going to teach you how to give men what they want from a boy. You're a pretty one, and if you get it right you can really enjoy the next few years. believe me.'

'Thank you, sir.'

I knew what was going to happen, but could hardly believe it. I knew that men put their cocks inside girls' pussies, and guessed that my male pussy was about to serve the same function. I was glad it was a rather thin cock....much fatter than mine or Vijay's of course, but not as big as the guy yesterday. I had shat logs bigger than that, so it would be ok I reckoned. And if men liked it, why not? In any case there was no choice. 

The guy's belly was real flat and muscled, and his arse small and strong-looking: one day I would have a body like that I promised. I knelt down.

Now I could see the purpose of the mirror on the wall opposite. I was framed neatly in it, looking up and my eyes meeting mine in it. I saw him kneel behind me, a tube in his hand, and then felt his fingers in my arse crease spreading oil over my anus.

'Yes, You're a pretty one. you'll gladden the hearts of a few miners and spacers and make plenty of credits for old Rollo. Nice and clean up here I hope?'

'Yes, sir. I did it this morning like we're told.'

'Good boy!'

I could feel a finger penetrate me and move in and out, then a strange feeling as he found my little prostrate and pressed on it. That was rather nice, and I reckoned my cock was stiffening.

'I'm opening you up a bit, Noah.'  

'There's a place there...'

'Just here?'

'Oh yes. That feels funny. Nice though.'

'Good. that's why men like to be fucked in the arse. Can you feel it into your cock?'

'And my balls too....'

'Then you're ready. May hurt a bit for a moment but don't worry. It'll pass....'

I could see in that strategically placed mirror him holding his cock in his right fist. It glistened with the oil he had spread onto it. I watched as he shuffled closer to me and then felt the pressure on my anus as he wiped his cock once or twice up and down my crease before resting it exactly over my tight-closed hole.

Then it hurt!

But I clenched my teeth and did not cry out: it wasn't much worse really than when my Dad used to take the strap to me in the old days...

He must have felt me flinch though as he said, 'Good boy! Now just relax and you'll find you can enjoy it, like you did my fingers.'

Now he was fucking me properly, but slowly and carefully pulling out and thrusting in. It was not enjoyable yet, but at least that sharp pain left. I heard him grunt and he started to fuck me faster and harder. I could feel his fingers digging into my buttocks as he held me in place. It crossed my mind that this was really not too bad at all, in fact I could come to enjoy it. but before I could reap that reward he was coming.

But there's no doubt that any fears had gone!

That night Vijay and I oiled our arses before we went to bed together and as we cuddled and whispered Vijay's little cock entered me as easily as if he had slipped it into my mouth. Better than that though! When he had done we lay on our sides and I fucked him from behind. We went to sleep in each others' arms.

Tamas did not come back to our bedroom that day and we never saw him again, though later we learned his fate.

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Enough reminiscing! Back to work!

The three spacers at the bar were called Marcel, Yvgeny, and Walter. Walter, the one I really fancied, was a tall black guy with a polished shaven head and lovely white teeth when he smiled, which was often. His tight Guild uniform showed he was muscular and fit....but then all spacers are, one reason why we boys like them so much!

I stood closest to Walter to show I favoured him and he lifted me up lightly so I was sitting on his lap, on the bar stool... not as uncomfortable as that sounds. In fact it was great with his strong arm round me and fingering my nuts and cocklet as he chatted with his buddies. My prick was standing, and I could feel his cock hard and lumpy under my bum.

Marcel asked me, 'Who's that dark-skinned boy, the one collecting empty glasses?'

'He's my best friend, Vijay. We started here same day. Shall I call him over.'

'I guessed Vijay had been watching me and the spacers, and sure enough when I beckoned him he put his half-full tray on the end of the bar and came over.

Marcel lifted him onto his lap too.

None of the three had visited the club before, but it seems they had called ahead and reserved the Groupfest Room.

I showed them the way up the stairs with walter just behind me. As we climbed up I felt his hands groping my bottom and I stopped a moment so he bumped into me from behind: I could feel his cock against my bottom, through the pastel blue of his uniform tights. I looked over my shoulder and was rewarded again with that wide, sexy grin, and a gentle push to get me moving again.

We boys like the group room as it is the most luxurious in the club, and a real change from being fucked in the main saloon or in our own little pads. There is a bar with a fridge, a huge bed, chairs, music and film screens, benches designed for sex, and a lot of toys and fetish stuff on the walls or on shelves. There are mirrors in the ceiling over the bed and more long mirrors on some of the walls. Rollo once told me the red velvet and gold decor was based on a picture of a French brothel before the catastrophes.

Vijay and I lay on the bed watching the spacers strip off.

Marcel was first over to the bed and took Vijay in his arms immediately, but Walter was not far behind, laying on top of me and kissing me. As his tongue entered my mouth I wound my arms around him and pulled him tight to me, enjoying the masculine weight of his body. As he had walked the few strides to the bed he had looked lean and fit, broad shouldered and narrow bummed, but laying on the bed, in the mirror his bum was rounded and jutted out a bit, Very sexy! I had the pleasure of caressing his arse and also the silky skin of his back and shoulders.

The third spacer, Yvgeny, had gone over to the fridge and got himself a can of beer. He was sitting propped against the end of the bed drinking it, watching, and sporting a healthy-looking erection. Mentally I put him down as a voyeur who enjoyed watching guys shag little boys but preferred to jerk off rather than stick that good-looking prick where it really belonged. His loss!

Walter was laying more beside me now, but with one leg over me, holding my little cock and balls in one hand while he played with my nipples. I love the feel of a mouth on my tits, especially if it is licking and gentle. I fondled his muscular shoulders and also his smooth-shaven head.  

Marcel now had Vijay kneeling and was fucking him steadily, but still gently. Yvgeny was sipping his beer from the can and watching, his cock hard but mostly un-touched by him.

Walter whispered, 'Pretty-boy, I want to fuck you....'

'Please! I'd like that.'

'Kneel down....'

I felt his hands spread my buttocks and his mouth on my anus, tongue licking wetly, and then penetrating. I giggled: I always do when I'm rimmed as it tickles, but I stuck my arse out further so his tongue could penetrate deeper.

I heard him murmur to himself, "Delicious", and felt his hand on my cock for a second. I realised he was checking I was still stiff.

'What have you done with the lube, Marcel?'

'It's under the pillow....'

I felt his fingers in my arse-crease, spreading lube from the big tube, and then fingers up my bottom seking out my prostate. He found it.

'Oh yes! Just there....'

The pleasure was intense as he massaged my p-spot but after a bit I wanted it so much I was almost begging him. He laughed and I felt the pressure of his knob for a moment before he slid his cock into me. I sighed, as I always do.This is the centre of my life: to be taken fully by a handsome vigorous male. Now that really is "delicious".

I couldn't see him fucking me, but I could certainly feel it: his cock was not especially broad, but it was really long I found. 

After a bit he pulled out and turned me on my back again.

Without being asked I lifted my legs in the air and bent a bit so my arsehole.... open wide by now I should think, winked at him. Laying on top of me again he slipped it in. I crossed my legs over his back linking my ankles, and held on tight with both arms around his back as he fucked me. Now I could see him in the ceiling mirror, that lovely, almost too-rounded ebony bum and the contrast with my white arms and legs: his broad shoulders and my slender arms. 

He let his full weight bear down on me, crushing my cock between us and fucking hard and fast now. I realised he meant to cum soon and tried to add to his pleasure by licking his neck, salty, and scratching a finger-nail down the middle of his back where most adult men are very sensitive. I would have cum soon, but he beat me to it, panting, eyes bulging as he poured pent-up spunk deep inside me.

We lay like that for a couple of minutes till my bum expelled his cock. Marcel was still shagging Vijay, who was clearly enjoying a good, long fuck.

His weight was a bit much now and I was just wriggling out from under him, when I got a real surprise. It isn't often that something new happens to a boy after he has spent a few months servicing men in The Club, but this was astounding to me.

I watched as Yvgeny drained the beer can, threw it on the floor, greased his cock and lay on top of my black stud. Surely he was not going to fuck his buddy Walter? Planets! He was!

I got myself a Frutz from the fridge and opened the can, sitting just where Yvgeny had been till a few moments before: I had a hard cock just like him, though probably half the size! I watched Marcel still fucking Vijay (who might well have a sore bum after much more of this!), but even more interested in Yvgeny who had greased up his cock, cut like all the spacers I have met and straight, veined, very handsome. My guy, Walter, had stuck a pillow under his bottom and arched his back a bit so it jutted provocatively. It looked so good, smooth, rounded, wriggling in invitation that I could have enjoyed it, though usually I only wanted to top boys about my own age. Yvgeny's cock slid easily in....you could see the two of them were frequent lovers with no problem fitting cock to arsehole! Walter was moaning like a young boy as his friend ploughed him, faster and more furious than walter had done me or Marcel Vijay. Shit! These spacers were athletic guys.... I love them all!

Finally Marcel pumped his load into Vijay and immediately withdrew, the spunk oozing from my friend's gaping pussy.

As Marcel took up a resting position beside me I lay beside Vijay and caressed his back. But he was clearly fucked-out for a bit so I just lay there and watched the two men fucking beside me. My mind wandered and I looked at the paraphenalia hanging around the room from rows of hooks set into the wall. The whips reminded me of the final lessons of our "Training course".

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'We wondered what happened to Tamas....'

'Young Tamas just wasn't cut out to be a pleasure boy, not like you two little beauties. You'll do all right!'

'But what happened to him?'

'He made such a fuss, screaming and shouting that I never managed to get my cock up him.... not happened before! I've been here two years and trained about twenty of you for Rollo, and never had a boy who just would not take a cock in his arse; shouting, screaming, biting, struggling.... finally I couldn't be arsed. I could have tied him down but we'd never have trained him to enjoy his work at Rollo's. And most clients like to see the boys are having fun too; it flatters them to think they are giving pleasure as well as taking it!'

'OK. But what happened to him?'

He lowered his voice as if imparting a secret. 'There's some guys who like a boy, or a girl come to that, who fights them off. They enjoy the screams and tears, and love to know they are hurting the boy. Of course some boys can fake that to please them, but there's nothing like the real thing. Tamas was a pretty boy, and a virgin, and a little prig who doesn't want to please men with his body. I showed a few guys a video of him fighting me off, naked and lovely and innocent: Rollo got a good price from one of them, a miner with a spread out in the salt desert. That guy will really give Tamas something to scream about, make him wish he had been a bit more coperative here!  Rollo is happy enough: nice profit and easy enough to replace him from the earth-slavers!'

'Which reminds me, it's about time you learned a bit about sado-masochism.'

'What's that?'

'To start off, there's also some guys who want to be hurt, can't get a hard-on unless they feel some pain. How much varies, sometimes it's just the idea of it, sometimes it's the real thing.' 

'Cool!'

'I'll get Jolyon in tomorrow and you can practise on him.'

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I left Vijay in peace and sat beside Marcel who put an arm around my shoulder and then I felt his hand on my cock getting my balls and cock all together in his fist. He nibbled my ear lobe and then whispered, 'You've been looking at that whip and thinking. Do you like using it?'

'Do you want to whip me a bit, then?'

'No! I'm going to fuck Walter as soon as Yvgeny has done. And while I fuck him, I want you to whip my arse. I want you to be greased up ready, and just before I cum I want you to shove this pretty cocklet up my arse. I'll tell you when.' He ran his fist up and down my cock. 'Can you do that for me.'

'Of course. But you can whip me after if that turns you on. I like it too, though you're not allowed to mark me, or any boy come to that.'

I got up from the bed and unhooked the whip he had been looking at. It was one of those with a dozen or so strands. The handle was braided red silk and it had red jewels fixed into it. The silk continued as plaited strands, but amongst them were also strips of red leather and a few lengths of knotted rope. I had been whipped using it several times and it could certainly sting you up, but was not really painful.... not like when my Pa used to leather me with his razor-strop! It was a toy, really, and Rollo had told one of the boys it was an antique from before the Wars and had been used by some King or President or something.

I gave it a couple of swishes through the air before I rejoined Marcel, and was amused that the sight of me with the whip restored his erection!

Yvgeny finished and rolled off Walter who lay there, his arsehole now gaping open, an invitation to Marcel who pulled him up into a kneeling position and was up and into him in one movement. My first lash landed on his labouring buttocks.

All in a day's work for a pleasure boy.......

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