Thai Boy Ch. 05

Prasang's face was turning crimson with embarrassment once again, yet he forced himself into that champion smile I so loved, showing his gleaming, white teeth. He smiled big as they snapped a photo of themselves kissing him on either cheek.

"Why don't I help you out with that, guys?" I suggested brightly. I took Chakrii's phone and held it for the three of them to get a picture together. "Smile big, Prasang," I demanded, "Show us how much you're enjoying this. Keep those naked Thai buns swaying...always swaying..."

He smiled as big as he could as he moved his ass back and forth between the two clothed boys. Each of them grabbed a hold of one shifting cheek, it was almost impossible to resist.

I decided to join the three of them in a little photo session. I remembered the mirror and the fact that we could all take a full-body selfie together. I stood behind Prasang, rubbing one nipple and then the other until they were hard.

He stood there in the mirror: blindfolded, legs spread, arms flexing, forcing a big smile. I stood behind him, the other two boys at his side. We caressed and stroked his body as I snapped photo after photo. Chakrii and Gamon grasped his arms, his chest, his dimpled thighs.

By the time they were both stroking his erect cock, I had an idea. "Let's get one all together with that gorgeous tool, shall we?"

Prasang stood still and we all got down on our knees around him. We each wrapped one arm around one of his spread legs. Chakrii squeezed the thick head of his cock and rolled back the foreskin (Prasang flinched in discomfort). Gamon took hold of the base as I cupped and massaged his tight balls. The three of us smiled big as I snapped another selfie.

We continued snapping photos of ourselves with Prasang's hard cock. Chakrii parted the lips of his piss slit, revealing the red, drooling mouth. He probed inside with his finger, eliciting sounds of discomfort from Prasang. Chakrii and Gamon posed kissing either side of that swollen cockhead the same way they had kissed Prasang's face minutes before.

We turned our boy around to do the same with his ass. We smiled and took selfies together with his irresistible, swaying cheeks, squeezing and groping until his glutes went tight under our grip.

We each gave his butt a few playful slaps, followed by harder ones ("OOF!"). We pulled his cheeks apart to get some good pics together with that pink cherry hole.

"Keep saying your line, Prasang," I commanded, "We love to hear it, don't we, guys?"

Prasang was panting, moaning heavily now from the intense sexual attention the three of us were giving his body. "Dear masters (ohh) I think you are very handsome and very sexy (ooh)..."

...

Once we had finished our little session and had tons of incredibly hot photos with Prasang's naked body, we were all but ready to burst with cum.

I asked Chakrii and Gamon if they couldn't go out into the store and choose some things to fit Prasang with. Things they specifically would like to dress him.

They did not disappoint. Gamon fastened spiked dog collars around his neck and Chakrii put leather straps around his wrists. Combined with the blindfold, he looked like a full-fledged sex slave: Born to be used for our pleasure.

Even better, they helped him into pairs of bright, fluorescent thong underwear.

I had not wanted him to wear any kind of underwear up until now, but I had to admit Prasang looked fabulous in a thong. It made his sculpted tan buttocks appear all the more plump and protruding. All the more helpless against a pinch or a slap.

We had not yet gone to the beach and of course he would have to wear something. This might be just the thing.

The sizes they gave him fit perfectly, but I asked for something smaller, tighter. Thongs that would not quite cover his shaved groin or even leave the base of his hefty cock exposed.

They found him a nice lemon yellow pair (the same color as Gamon's hair) that was little more than a g-string. Prasang had to pull up over his silky, brown thighs to keep it from sliding down. His hardon strained in them like a big, trapped banana.

"Is that not the most gorgeous ass you've ever seen on a man?" I asked the boys as the three of us stood back admiring the blindfolded hunk. "I wish you could see how amazing your ass looks in this, Prasang, I'm pretty sure you'd want to fuck yourself if you did..."

Prasang said nothing, he simply stood breathing quietly in his sightless state. His face burned with embarrassment. I saw the veins in his neck pop out as he flexed all the harder, trying desperately to hold his biceps in position after adjusting his thong.

I hooked my finger into the elastic band of the too-small yellow thong and pulled it down over the round swell of his muscular butt. I reached back and snapped it hard against his buns. "MMF," he staggered forward a bit in surprise. I smiled at Chakrii and Gamon, "My boyfriend loves to be spanked. You can see where his cheeks are still a little pink from his last walloping."

It was true, the roundest part of his buns maintained a rosy hugh where tight, soft new skin had formed over the welts.

I pulled back the elastic once again and gestured to Chakrii. Chakrii stood, enamored with Prasang's body as he hooked his finger into the elastic, pulled it back like a slingshot, and let it go. "AH," said Prasang as the band stung his butt.

We all three took turns snapping the thong against his ass until it was marked with light red streaks.

Then I pulled it all the way down and the two boys watched in fascination as I stroked Prasang's cock, running my flat palm over his six-pack abs and probing a finger into his navel.

The three of us, fully clothed, caressed the oiled-up Prasang like breeders examining a magnificent stallion. The air of the little dressing room was steamy and filled with our moans. Prasang was fully hard, his chest swelling and heaving beneath our touch.

The two young clerks rubbed themselves through their jeans as they rubbed Prasang's cock. They linked their hands together and began jerking him off as one. The sound of their wanking hands on his slick, wet cock filled the air.

Soon it seemed they couldn't take it anymore. They stopped the wanking and Chakrii got down on his knees and began sucking the head of Prasang's erection. It was so thick he was having trouble getting it all into his small mouth. Gamon, who was hungry for that gorgeous male member as well, started lickin the shaft at the base. The both cradled his balls, tugging and massaging.

I allowed Chakrii to continue the cock sucking and guided Gamon (still on his knees) back behind Prasang. I had seen him oiling Prasang's hole earlier and knew how much he enjoyed it. So I parted those cheeks again for him. "Taste," I moaned to Gamon. Gamon looked up at me as though I'd just handed him a thousand dollars. Then he buried his face hungrily between those muscular globes.

Prasang lifted his head in response. "Ohhhh," he moaned with surprised vigor. Despite his embarrassment, a smile played at the edges of his lips. "Oh...oo hoo a-raauy jang," he moaned in Thai. I took a step back just to watch what was happening. I had pleasured Prasang many times by now, but had never seen it from this viewpoint. It was truly extraordinary. Chakrii's mouth was getting more used to Prasang's girth, taking him in and swallowing him down. Gamon's face was fully buried between those full, round cheeks.

Prasang stood there between them, legs spread wide. Eyes closed, he formed sensual "o" shapes with his lips. I stepped up to him and squeezed his rock-hard biceps.

His eyes were glazed as he opened them to look at me. Clearly, the two boys were hitting the right spots, for he smiled at me in sheer ecstasy. It was not forced this time. His bright smile in the dim store was like the sun breaking through clouds.

"You want me, don't you, Prasang?" I whispered.

Prasang knew what to say: "I want you, master...you make my cock hard, master..."

I leaned in. It was like a spark of electricity as my lips locked onto his. His sighs and moans were muffled as I inserted my tongue into the heat of him. His breath warmed me in the icy, air-conditioned store.

He now had three mouths and three tongues working him over: One in his throat, one at his hole, one at his cock. I reached down to the crevice of Prasang's ass where Gamon's face was still buried. I gently pulled him away. He was hot and moist with sweat and saliva.

I guided one of his fingers in between my Prasang's cheeks. His hole was swollen and dilated from the stimulation Gamon had given it. The two of us folded our hands together, pointer fingers back to back, and entered. "Ohhh" Prasang breathed into my mouth. We fingered him, fucking his burgeoning hole together. In and out, in and out. Faster and faster. Chakrii's mouth bobbed up and down on his bone-hard cock, his other hand reached up to a flexing bicep.

Prasang spread his legs as wide as he could. Our fingers entered him deeper. Chakrii sucked as Prasang thrust his hips back and forth, fucking the boy's mouth as our two fingers fucked his hole. Soon his lower lip was hanging open, a trace of spittle dangling from it. As we continued to finger Prasang's hot, tight entrance, I again leaned in for a full, open-mouthed kiss. I wanted to taste and catch his lust. I wanted to swallow down his moans as he came.

Prasang made muffled sounds of longing. It took Chakrii a few seconds to fully dislodge from Prasang's cock, the way it always did me. We had him so worked up that a few skilled strokes on his wet tool and Prasang shot.

Spurt after creamy spurt hit the mirror and flowed down in long, white streams. I scooped it up quickly, holding it to Prasang's lips. I had tasted his jizz many times and I always wanted him to have a sample. I found it important that he grow accustomed to his own flavor.

To my delight, Chakrii and Gamon scooped up some as well and licked it off their fingers. "Mmmm," Gamon said, "delicious."

"I taste good, master," Prasang said quietly, "Thank you." He knew what I wanted to hear.

...

I bought about a quarter of the clothes in the store for Prasang. Gamon and Chakrii seemed elated and somewhat light-headed by all that had happened. I made sure Prasang bowed and thanked them for what they had done for him, telling him what to say. "Thank you for using my naked body, masters...I...I enjoyed it very much. I hope I will have the honor of being used by you again." They smiled, sadistic and triumphant smiles.

Prasang wore the spiked dog collar around his neck and the tight, yellow thong beneath his see-through shorts. I liked it because it drew the eye directly to his bare ass and you simply could not help but look.

"Please come again," Gamon insisted all too eagerly as I led Prasang back out into the heat, his muscular arms loaded down with double the bags. Of course he could not carry them all, so I put a few around his neck, their string handles weighing him down.

I promised the two boys we'd be back again for more "shopping."

Chakrii and I exchanged phone numbers, and it wasn't long before my mailbox was full of all the fabulous pictures and videos we had taken with his phone.