Related post: Date: Wed, 17 Sep 2008 14:36:04 +0000
From: Jeffrey Fletcher
Subject: Jonathan 8From Sunday evening August 24th 2008.With reluctance Jonathan opened his eyes. He looked up at a white ceiling.
He moved his head and saw that he was in a small room. bestlittlemodels The curtain was
across the window and it looked as though it was dark outside. He was
lying on a bed, and was fully clothed, wearing his open preeten model nude
necked shirt and
jeans, only his shoes had been removed."So you've woken up?" came a voice that he did not recognise.Jonathan turned and saw a man sitting nude models birmingham
in a chair watching him. "Who are
you? Where am I?""I'm Frank, and you're in Bill's house.""Why am I there?""Bill `ad you brought `ere.""Why? I was meant to be going back to Keith's place.""Bill'll answer all your questions in good time. Would you like a drink?
Tea or coffee?""Coffee, please."Frank got up and went to the door and opened it. "Alec, `e's awake and
wants some coffee. Bring me one as well, and some cake.""But why am I here?""I ain't answering no more questions. You can see Bill in a few minutes,
when you're feeling up to it."Jonathan tried to sit up, but felt dizzy so he lay back down again.The door opened peteen girl models
and Jonathan turned to see another man enter, carrying a
tray. He was a thin mean looking man. He looked down at Jonathan with no
expression on his face, and put the tray down on a chest of drawers before
leaving the room.Frank, who was a large tough looking man, continued to sit for three or
four minutes, looking at Jonathan, who found his expressionless stare
disconcerting. Then Frank got up and put a mug and a plate on which there
was a slice of sponge cake onto the bed side table."'ere you are. Drink and eat vat, and you'll feel better."Jonathan managed to get up and sit on the edge of the bed. He drank the
coffee and ate the cake. He began to feel more his normal self. He rubbed
his hands over his face, and stretched his arms."Can you stand without keeling over?"Jonathan stood for a moment. "I'm feeling better jennas teen model now. What happened?""I told you, no answers from me." Frank went to the door and called out.
"Alec, I vink he's fit enough for Bill now."Jonathan sat down again on the bed, and Frank continued to watch him.
Jonathan did not know whether to return the stare, or look away, he chose
the latter, but kept glancing at Frank. After several minutes Alec opened
the door. "Bill'll see `im now."Jonathan stood up, and Alec led the way into a large room, at one end of
which was a large desk, at which Bill was seated."Come in and sit down, Jon."Jonathan walked across the room and sat on supermodelsteens a neplese models chair in front of the desk.
He noticed that Frank and Alec sat on a couple of chairs either side of the
door."What's going on Bill? Why've I been brought here?"All in good time, Jon," said Bill with a smile. "First, may I ask you if
you enjoyed the weekend?""Yes, you know I did." Jonathan began to relax. "I've never experienced
anything like it before. I'd only been with my school friend before I met
up with Keith. I certainly hadn't run around naked for a couple of days
before.""I thought you were enjoying yourself. You looked as though you were. I
enjoyed Saturday morning with you. For one with so little experience at
it, you're a natural. You've got a real gift, and I gather a quick and
ready learner.""But why've you brought me here?""I want you to work for me.""Work for you! I am going up to Uni in a few week's time."Bill smiled. "No. I want you to work for me."When Jonathan began to protest, Bill held up his hand. "Hear me out. Let
me tell you about the job I want you to do." He paused. "I run a club.
You may have heard it mentioned over the weekend. Some people call it
Bill's Place. It's official name in the Plato Club. That name was
suggested to me by some well educated gent. On the face of it, it is an
ordinary professional men's club. It is situated in the West End, on the
edges of the usual club-land area. Men can come and have a meal, play
cards, or snooker, read the papers, have a drink – all the usual
things. Even stay the night. But there is an annex. Almost all the members
of the club like the same sort of thing. Yes, they like having sex with
attractive sexy young men like you. You enjoyed the weekend; you've just
said so. I'm offering you a job that will mean a life like a perpetual
weekend.""A sort of sex-worker?" asked Jonathan, horrified."I suppose some people would call it that.""But I'm teen13 nude model due to go motorvenca model 547 up to Uni!""I'm offering you, what do they call it, - a bbw model pj gap year. Perhaps two or
three years.""But I want...""Let me spell out for you the advantages to you. You will be paid. I will
pay you a basic twenty five quid a week. panty models On top of that you will get paid
another fifteen quid for every time you have a session with a client. On
top of that you'll receive tips. Most of my boys rarely earn less than
five ranger model 35a hundred quid a month, sometimes it's a thousand smackers or more. The
money is saved and invested for you, and you'll get interest on that.
You'll have no rent little models list to pay, your food, clothing and heating will all deviant young models be
provided. That will mean, Jon, my boy, that when you go up to Uni in two,
three or more years time, ukrainian girl model you'll have a tidy sum behind you. No mounting
debts for you. You'll be able to live at Uni like a lord.""But, Bill, it's already planned I'm going up to Bristol in three weeks
time.""Are you sure about that? Have you told them your exam results, and
accepted the place? I wouldn't be at all surprised if your place wasn't
already filled by someone else."Jonathan thought for a moment, and realised that what Bill was saying may
well be true. "But I don't want to be the sexual play thing of a whole lot
of disgusting old men.""Let me tell you about the membership of my club. There are some top men
in the media word, from Whapping and television and radio. There are high
executives from Canary Wharf, and bankers from the City. There are at
least a couple of regulars who have made a pile in various questionable
activities in the East End. The law is quite well represented, barristers
from the Inns of Court, as well as a couple of judges. 14yr topless model There are medics
from Harley Street. A few better off actors from theatre-land. There are
several from both parts of the gas works, [Parliament] and not just toffs
from the benches of the Tories. There are three or four bishops of various
churches. These are not disgusting old men. They are top men, high in
their professions. Bishops, M.Ps., judges and so on dare not go cottaging
or to a teen hosiery models sauna. The gutter press makes mince meat of those who make that
mistake. But Bill's Place is safe. Outwardly so respectable, with but one
secret door leading into the annex. There they can get their cocks sucked,
or their arses fucked, by an attractive, good looking, clean wearelittlestars models forum young man.
Whatever they want. And they are prepared to pay. I sometimes think they
have more money than sense, but they give me a good life; and they can put
a lot of cash into your pocket."No, Bill, thank you for the offer.""And they're not all old men. There are young executives. You enjoyed
your sessions with Ted, there are a lot like him. You know how much top
footballers are paid today, some not much older than you. There are a
number who like sex with guys. It's okay for them to be photographed with
their hands on some bird's boobs, or fiddling around teen uk modelslittle angelteenmodel net in her knickers; but
their football career would be over in a flash if it were known they really
liked sucking cock and other activities we both like. No, they are not all
old, I know one top footballer who is slightly younger than you, who comes
to the club whenever he can get away. He was introduced by his club
manager, premier division naturally."No, Bill.""I don't know what you want to do when you finish at Uni. Law, Commerce,
banking, medicine? You would not be the first of my boys who have been
given an open door into their chosen world because they had first met a
client at my place. Think about it, I'm making you a good offer.""No, Bill! I want to phone my folks and tell them I'm coming home.""Are you sure they want you back? Things were bad enough for you when your
folk learnt that you had played around with your friend. What would they
think of you boxer model young when they know you have been away for a weekend of sex. What
if I sent them a pic of you sitting on my cock obviously enjoying it?""You wouldn't!""Wouldn't I? Look at that" Bill pushed across the desk a couple of
pictures of Jonathan taken during his session with Bill. "Then there is
the rest of your family. What would your young brother and sister to say
if they knew what their older brother had been up to? Or your
grandparents, come to that?The thought of Gramps Pridham knowing was a body blow. Jonathan was silent
for a minute or two taking it in. "I want to go, Bill. Just let me go.""I'm not letting you go, just like that. I want you to work for me. I'm
not used to being said `No' to.""You can't keep me against my will.""Can't I?""I'll be traced.""What makes you think that? You're no Madeleine McCann, with your amature young models young
mug known all around the world. teenie nn models If, and I repeat, if, your parents have
gone to the police, they would have been told that at eighteen you're old
enough to french nude models go your own way. Any way, you left home after a family gay models movies row;
there are countless youngsters like you leaving home every day.""I'll be traced.""How? Some CCTV camera may have models boy picked you up at Luton station. Maybe at
the Thames Link station at King's Cross. Then where did you go? The main
line station. Keith was careful how much he showed of his face there.
Then where? Are the police going to spend many man hours searching for a
possible sighting of an eighteen year old who left home because he likes
being screwed by men? No way!" Bill glared at Jonathan."I will give you twenty four hours to think it over." Bill turned to Frank
and Alec, "Take him away."They came and lifted Jonathan bodily off the chair. He protested and
struggled."Shut your bloody gob," said Frank and punched Jonathan hard in the
stomach. He was dragged out of the room down some stairs and along a
passage-way in the cellar of the house. "This is were you will stay."
Alec held Jonathan from behind, while Frank's huge hands took hold of the
collar of Jonathan's shirt. Frank pulled and tore the shirt off; buttons
went flying. The Frank undid the belt on Jonathan's jeans, and pulled them
off, with his pants. Jonathan's shoes had come off in that process. lsgirls models Then
his socks were removed."He's young kacy model got a nice body, Frank," said Alec."I know. We'll have some fun doing various things to it over the next day
or two, I hope." Frank then took hold of Jonathan's belt and struck
Jonathan's thigh with it. "Yes, we'll have some fun."Alec bundled up Jonathan's clothes and the two of them left the room, and
pulled bolts across the outside of the door.Jonathan looked nastia mouse model around. He was in a small room. In the centre of the high
ceiling there was a light, and in one corner a camera looked down on him.
The walls were bare, there were no windows. On the floor was a mattress,
and in one corner a bucket. He was in this small room, completely naked,
and there were five shirt buttons scattered across the floor.He heard another door shut, and then there was silence. Absolute silence,
no sound from the rest of the house, no sound from outside, no passing
traffic. It was sometime later that he heard or rather felt the distant
rumble of an underground train. He thought he was somewhere in London.***From his early days Jonathan had never been for long out of sight of a
clock or watch, so he found it very difficult to gauge the passing of time.
He sat on the mattress, with his