My name is Brad Denson, III. I am one of those very fortunate people who was born with a silver spoon wedged firmly in their mouth. My grandfather, Brad Denson, Sr., was a shipping magnate who made a fortune several times over before his untimely death at the age of twenty-nine. But not before having seven children, one of which was my father, Brad Denson, Jr. You can see my arrogance is directly tied to genetics. I’ve always thought that men who name their sons after themselves have to be the biggest egotists of all. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, I’ll be the last of the Brad Densons. I’m gay and have absolutely no desire to procreate so that the lineage can continue. My dad passed a year ago and my mother, still living and there’s another unfortunate state of affairs, keeps after me to have a son. She doesn’t seem to care how that happens, as long as it does. I try to ignore her as much as possible.
I live in a penthouse apartment in Manhattan overlooking Central Park. I traveled the world by the age of twenty-two purchasing rugs, furniture, marble, etc. to furnish the place. I’m quite satisfied with the way my home turned out. It took just over three years to have it all come together. The empty space was a gift from my parents when I graduated high school. That was before I told them their only son was a homosexual. Had they known, they wouldn’t have given me the time of day, let alone this place.
They really had trouble pronouncing that word, homosexual. It’s almost as if their tongues simply couldn’t get in the right position to spit it out. Thank God my grandfather set up an enormous trust for me that my parents had no control over. I think he had a suspicion of just how rotten those two were. So, I have all the money I’ll ever need. It’s constantly earning more. I could never spend it all in a lifetime. But is sure is fun trying.
I’ve never worked a day in my life. In fact, I have a live-in valet, Arthur, who’s been with me for over five of my twenty-eight years. I met him on a trip to England one summer. I offered him the position and he accepted it without hesitation. I depend on him for just about everything. He’s gotten to where he can anticipate my needs before they occur. He’s paid quite well. He has no family as he was orphaned at a very young age. He’s also gay, but there’s nothing between the two of us but an employer-employee relationship. On his own time, he can do as he pleases.
I guess you’re wondering what I do with myself since I have no actual function? I’m a photographer, not a paid one like you’d find at a magazine or a newspaper, but one who does it for a hobby. And if I do say so myself, I’m quite good. I got interested in it during my high school days. I’ve read books, taken classes and practiced with all kinds of cameras, films, lenses and filters. I’ve even installed a darkroom in my apartment. That’s the kind of thing you can do when money is no object. I always have the best of what I want.
I’ve managed to meld my love of photography with my love of men. More accurately, my love of unconscious men. You see, I have this need. It’s a burning desire to have sex with knocked-out guys. I also like to make a photographic essay, if you will, of my encounters. Once I’ve stolen a man’s sex, I have the joy of reliving each experience through my pictures. I have a library with one wall that is being filled with my conquests.
Friends have asked why a guy like me would need to knock guys out to have sex? My answer is, I don’t. I’m handsome, hung, muscular and young; the qualities that seem to be desirous in the gay community. And as a plus, I have more money than God. I don’t have to knock guys out to have sex. I want to knock them out to have sex. I want to steal their consciousness and then steal their manhood. It turns me on more than anything. I can pop a solid hard just talking about it.
I’ve put a little twist on my rather unusual proclivity. I actually pay the unwitting participants. I figure that since I get what I want, they should get something, too. I also travel the world in search of my victims. They’re almost always escorts or massage therapists (wink, wink), for hire. Every city in the world that’s worth anything has sex available to those willing to pay. I generally make an appointment for them to come to a hotel room where I render them unconscious by some means. When I’m done, I leave them a huge tip. I usually wrap the gratuity around their cock and seal it with their sticky cum.
I very rarely get my rocks off here in the States. It’s like the old saying, you don’t shit where you eat. I have the means to hunt men all over the globe. And I take full advantage of it.
Most escorts I hire aren’t going to go to the police because what they’re doing is illegal. Nothing happens to them, they’re not hurt. They simply wake up naked with five-thousand dollars wrapped around their cock. If they were exceptionally good, I double it. In my mind, it was no harm no foul.
Still I feel better leaving the country to get my kicks. I enjoy traveling and what better reason to do so than to find my next conquest. When I do try a boy made in the USA, it will be on the other coast or in Florida. I’d never, ever try it here.
That brings me to my current trip. Arthur and I are headed to Bangkok. We leave in the morning at the nauseating hour of 5:00 am. I prefer flights that take-off before the sun comes up. Just a preference. It hardly seems worth going to bed if I have to be up at an ungodly hour to make the flight. I find it much better to stay up and then sleep on the plane. It’s going to be a long one. We’re leaving JFK, connecting in Tokyo and finally landing in Bangkok 22 hours later plus one day since we cross the International Dateline. Hell, it’s 14 hours to Japan. The saving grace is we’ll be flying in my specially-made jumbo jet. It has all the comforts of home: a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, movie theater, gym, den and plenty of seating for a small town. Okay, that last part is an exaggeration, but it does have plenty of comfortable seats.
I have my own flight crew who are on duty twenty-four/seven. They’re overpaid, but that’s how I’m able to have them at my beck-and-call. They are free to bring their families as there’s a private seating area behind the cockpit with it’s own little kitchen, sleeping area and bathroom.
I’d been in communication with a hustler in Bangkok for about three weeks. He spoke and wrote English, German and Spanish along with his native Thai. He’d sent me some pictures, recent ones he claimed, so that I could see the merchandise. He was twenty-something although he looked to be a bit older. He didn’t exaggerate about his physicality. Although on the short side at 5’6″, he had not once ounce of noticeable fat on him anywhere. He was built like a gymnast. His upper body looked extremely powerful. His short legs were ripped. There was no cock view as he said he never put x-rated shots of himself on the Web even if his face wasn’t seen. He did mention that he was 8.5 thick inches and cut. I really liked his look and since I hadn’t been to Thailand in several years, I decided to add him to my collection of escorts.
I slept well over halfway to Tokyo. The rest of the time was spent in the gym and watching a movie. Arthur had chosen Minority Report. He was a big Tom Cruise fan. I must admit the thought of knocking that guy out certainly makes my cock twitch with anticipation. Pretty good flick, as science fiction goes.
We arrived in Bangkok at about two in the afternoon.
Arthur and I were booked at the Arnoma Hotel. It was one of my favorites in the Thai capital. I had also reserved a room at the Ibrik Hotel. I never had my fun at the same place I stayed. And I always had Arthur check into the room I’d be seducing my victim. That way my face was never seen, as it were, by the staff at the lobby desk.
I spent the rest of the afternoon getting things together. I had a check-list of items I wanted to have at the meeting. I had decided on taking two of my cameras. I wanted a couple of different types of films. I had decided to dress my Bangkok hunk in a tight, little jock. As I packed my bag, my cock twitched in anticipation. The only thing better than the kill, was the preparation for it. I enjoyed the entire experience.
When I had everything packed, I had Arthur drive me to the Ibrik. I was able to go directly to the room as he had already checked in. It was small and intimate, perfect for my needs. I placed my gear in the closet and set about making the room looked lived-in. I didn’t want my escort to have an inkling that anything was amiss.
I took a quick shower after everything was arranged. I stood in the hot spray and let the water wash over my body. My penis had been hard for an hour. I was usually stiff with anticipation. I took the soap and rubbed it over my erection. I grabbed it with both hands and gently jerked up and down. I closed my eyes and envisioned the young buck that would be in my arms that evening. I watched myself undress him and use his body for my needs. I envisioned dressing him in the jock. I knew how I would take the pictures. It was all in my head. By the time my vision ended, I had shot my load of nut juice all over the tiled shower wall. I took time to wash it all down the drain.
I stepped out of the shower and toweled dry. I liked to shoot a load before the encounter to ensure that I could last longer when the time arrived for the real event. I didn’t want to cum too quickly and spoil the scene that I had traveled halfway around the world for. I wanted it to last as long as possible.
I dressed in a peach-colored Polo T-shirt and a pair of light gray shorts. I put on a pair of sandals. The last detail of shaving was quickly done. I took a drink from the convenience bar and sat by the window to wait. I watched the traffic on the street below. My leg jiggled with nervous energy. My thoughts dashed from place to place.
Promptly at seven, there was a staccato knocking on the door.
I waited a few beats and then went to answer it.
My breath caught in my throat at the sight of the young man before me. The pictures he sent me did not tell the entire tale. He was simply stunning. Where the images on my computer had flattened the features, the real thing was unbelievably handsome. He looked much younger in person and was in his early twenties as he had stated. He wore a pair of tan Dockers above sneakers with a yellow T stretched over an enormous chest. His biceps strained the material.
“Are you going to ask me in?”
“Gee, I’m sorry. Come in,” I answered sheepishly.
He brushed past me making sure there was body contact.
“Your pictures don’t do you justice,” I continued.
“Yeah, I know. I use them purposely so that when I show up, the client is usually pleasantly surprised. I’d rather that than them be disappointed.”
Following him into the room, I took a good look at his ass. From the rear, his Dockers barely held his tight gluts. They looked firm and edible.
“I’m more than pleasantly surprised. You’re fucking hot!”
“I like this hotel,” he stated, looking around ignoring my compliment. “It’s a first-class place.”
“When I travel, I like to have comfortable accommodations.”
He turned and smiled. It lit up his face.
“I’m Butch,” I announced, extending my hand.
Taking my hand he said, “I’m Varote. My friends call me VJ.”
“VJ?”
“My initials.”
He started to remove his shirt.
“Whoa, there’s no rush. I believe I’m paying you for the night. I’m not in any hurry to cut to the chase. I’d at least like to hear a bit about you before we swap sperm.”
VJ took one of the two seats by the window. I took the other.
There was an awkward silence. I took the opportunity to look him over. He was everything his picture showed and more. I envisioned him in the small jock I had selected for the evening. My mouth watered and my cock began to stir.
“Were you born in Bangkok?”
“No, I was born in Phucat. I’m studying chemical engineering at Kasetsart University. I’m in my last year. I’m hoping to go to the United States to work on a post-graduate degree.”
“And you’re in this line of work to pay for your education,” I guessed.
“Exactly. My family couldn’t afford to send me to college and I needed something that paid well with very short hours. I discovered I had a commodity to sell and that it was in demand. I was blown away by how much men are willing to pay for my services. I work when I want and I have enough money to pay for my tuition, my needs and am able to send some home. My family has no idea what I do.”
“How much do you make in a month, if you don’t mind my asking?”
“Several thousand in American dollars. And I only work when I want or when the guy asking turns me on.”
I smiled inwardly. He was about to make more in one evening than he would in a few months. I had already decided that this young buck was going to be well-paid for providing me with one helluva hot evening and a few rolls of souvenirs.
“VJ, would you like something to drink?”
“Sure, got anything diet?”
“There has to be something in the bar. Let me look.”
I moved swiftly to the other side of the room. I opened the small door, but instead of removing a diet drink, I grabbed a bottle of chloroform and a small towel I had stashed on the counter. I quickly dowsed the cloth with the clear liquid and returned the bottle to the shelf above the refrigerator.
“Are you sure there’s nothing else I may get for you?” I asked in a slightly breathless voice.
“That’ll be fine,” VJ answered.
I walked back to the sitting area. My heart was beating like a drum. The hunt was about to come to it’s natural conclusion. I savored the feeling. I never felt more alive than when I was about to take my victim where I wanted him to go. It seemed like minutes before I drew up behind VJ. He was looking out the window totally unaware of the events about to transpire.
I quickly reached my free hand around his chest and grabbed his right forearm pinning his left arm in my embrace and holding his right with my clamped hand. I covered his mouth and nose with the chloroformed cloth.
His reaction was swift and strong. He tried to rise out of the chair, but my weight from above kept him down. He tried to free one of his hands, but I was ready. He desperately pushed the floor with his feet trying to gain some advantage. He tried to twist back and forth, but I held my firm grip. He was trapped and I think he knew it.
I felt the fight begin to drain from his muscles. One last ditch effort yielded nothing. With a few more breaths, his muscles relaxed as I felt him go limp in my grip. I held the cloth to his mouth for another minute. His breathing quieted to a steady and slow pace.
Slowly I released my grip and removed the cloth from his mouth. I was prepared for him to make a move if he had managed to be playing opossum. He remained completely still. I called his name a couple of times and tilted his head up. It dropped back, chin resting on his chest.
I grabbed the bottle of chloroform from the counter over the bar and put it with the cloth on the night stand by the bed in the next room. I returned to my sleeping stud and knelt before him. I leaned into his stomach and let his torso fall over my shoulder. Grabbing him under his thighs, I hoisted him up on my shoulder. He was solid and weighed more than I had expected. I lumbered to the bedroom, squatted down, sat VJ on the edge of the bed, and gently let his head fall back on the mattress.
His eyes were tiny slits. I was certain he was unconscious. I arranged the chloroform for easy access in case another administration was needed. I set about my task.
I undressed quickly. Looking down at VJ, I decided to perform a strip tease, undressing him very slowly so as to fully enjoy the reveal.. I removed his T-shirt with little effort. His skin was totally smooth, warm to my touch and stretched taught over ripped muscles. His breasts were quarter-sized and dark brown in color complementing his natural tan. His nipples peaked above them.
Straddling him, I took my time rubbing my burning hands over his chest, shoulders and arms. He was solid as granite. I thrilled to the feel of him on my palms. I rubbed his biceps and forearms. I kneaded his shoulders and pecs. I pinched his nipples and felt them harden to my touch. It sent volts of electricity directly into my cock.
I could wait no longer. I had to taste my sleeping stud. I covered his body with mine and dove for his mouth. His breath was warm on my face. I licked his lips and parted them with my tongue. I rubbed my taste buds over his teeth. My head was on fire. Pressing harder, I managed to get my tongue in his warm, moist mouth. It was as if I had died and gone to heaven. The flavor of him tantalized my senses.
I explored him long and hard. My tongue began to ache with the strain of trying to reach the deepest recesses. I simply couldn’t get enough.
As my head spun, I managed to pull myself free. I simply laid on my stud feeling his rhythmic breathing beneath me. Then I felt him move. My heart skipped a beat.
A moaning sound erupted from his throat. I quickly rolled off him and grabbed the bottle of chloroform. Soaking the cloth a second time I managed to cover his mouth just as his eyes opened. His hand reached to deflect mine, but he was no match and was unable to stop the inevitable.
I felt him struggle but within seconds, he was out again. I took a deep breath as I held the cloth in place. When he breathing slowed and evened, I removed the anaesthetic. He was under again. I quickly placed the bottle and cloth on the night stand.
I undid the belt of VJ’s Dockers. I unbuttoned the waist and opened the fly. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. I quickly tugged the pants down around his thighs. His cock rolled to the side and stretched halfway across his muscled thigh.
I removed his pants and tossed them on the floor. I began licking his thighs. I loved the feel of the hair on my tongue. I liked his balls. I raised the sack and licked the area between them and his wrinkled love hole. I inhaled his maleness. Lights were going off in my head. I was in sensory overload. The taste and aroma were more than I could handle.
I felt my cock drooling precum. I took my member in my hand and traced lines of my lubricant on his thighs and abs. When I had him nice and coated, I licked the tracings I had just made.
As I removed my own stuff from his skin, my hand grabbed his cum chute. I began working it even as I lick him clean. I thrilled to the feel of him stiffen in my grasp. He hadn’t lied about his size. When he was fully engorged, he sported over eight inches of monstrously thick man-meat.
I took his mushroom head in my mouth. I began sucking very gently. It expanded under my onslaught and completely filled me. I began the process of swallowing him trying to protect his sensitive flesh from my teeth. I stretched my jaw as far as it would go but was only able to take in just over half of his hot sausage. Gripping the base with my hand, I began slurping up and down. I twisted my grip around the circumference and bobbed for all I was worth.
Within seconds, he was feeding me precum of his own. I gobbled it down as fast as he could make it. My saliva was running down my hand into his pubes. I wanted to take in more of him, but I was simply unable to.
When I had him all greased up, I spit him out. Straddling him, I placed the head of his cock at my back door. I took a very deep breath and sat back. My sphincter tightened as I forced his head inside me. My cunt burned at the entry. I took a few more breaths, tried to relax and pressed downward.
My head exploded with the pain. But it was a intense ache that drove me on. Lowering myself slowly, I managed to completely impale myself on my stallion. I sat perfectly still waiting for my head to clear and the ache to ease.
I began the one-sided fucking. I was slow at first, raising up maybe an inch or so before drooping back down. As I became more comfortable, I rose further and further until the I was riding the full length.
I was on cloud nine as I drove him as deep inside me as I could. His head pounded my love button sending excruciating bolts of pleasure to all parts of my body. I wanted to ride until dawn. But I knew that my time was short.
When I hit a good rhythm, I rode for what seemed like an hour but was only minutes. Sweat was pouring off me and falling on VJ’s muscled frame. I rubbed the salty fluid all over his chest and abs even as his cock drove me closer to the point of no return.
The muscles in my groin began to contract as an almost unbearable tingling sensation spread through my cock and balls. It announced that my orgasm was not far away.
“Unh!” I groaned as the climax neared. My pumping became frantic as the pleasure started to peak.
When my orgasm struck, I impaled myself all the way to his balls. Sparks shot up my spine exploding in my brain long since overloaded and caused a complete short-circuit. I heard a scream erupt from my throat as the air rushed out of my lungs.
I began shooting my load. I spurted several rounds of cum that scored VJ’s chest from his neck to his navel. The last volleys filled the valley of his abs. My entire body shook with the force of my orgasm. My mind was totally gone.
I regained my senses well after the last of my cum hit VJ. I sat like a stuck pig on my sleeping mountain of muscle. My breathing was labored and my ears rang. My heart raced as I tried to calm my entire body. It took several minutes, but I was finally able to dismount my stallion.
I hurried to the bath room and cleaned up. I returned with my red, white and blue jock strap for the final pas de deux with VJ.
I put the jock on him. I grabbed my camera. I used three rolls of film shooting him from every angle. I got some really great shots of a packed and straining jock. I exposed his large meat through the waist band and through each leg hole. I put his hand in the jock as if he were grabbing himself. I shot him every conceivable way I could.
All-in-all it took about fifteen minutes to use up the film and get what I thought would be some pretty hot shots of this adorable stud.
When I was done, I took his fat cock in my hand and jerked him off. It wasn’t long before he shot an enormous load all over the pillow his head was resting on, on his shoulder, his neck and his chest. Even the final volley made it just below his right nipple.
I took the stack of ten-thousand dollars in one-thousand-dollar bills, wrapped them around his now-soft cock and held them in place with his cum.
Checking around the room to make sure I had removed everything, I kissed VJ good-bye and left quietly.
I called Arthur on my cell and he was waiting for me outside the hotel.
“How did it go?” he asked.
“Ah, Arthur, wait until you see the pictures. This trip to Bangkok was more than worth it.”
The End
