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Hawk Boy
Memoirs of a Child Porn Star
by Trevor Hawk, with Hubert Z. Fletchly

My first week – Part 4

Introduction to Part Four

Hi. I'm Trevor Hawk, and I'm twelve years old. If you've read parts 1-3, you know that today I'm a superstar in child pornography, and that my first few days in the business started off like a dream. I'd made enough money to buy Big Ben, maybe more (or so I thought), and for the first time in my life, I was surrounded by people who loved me. It wasn't just that they loved me; it was that I knew they loved me that made it seem so unreal. When you live your life hearing lies and believing them, it can be difficult to accept the truth, even if the truth is far better than your craziest dreams.

My agent was a man named Randy Christianson. He discovered me one day when I was eight, almost nine. I was naked and wanking in a tree in a London park. Within about a day, I had a contract with the biggest and best porn studio in the UK, Frenetic Studios, and Randy had taken over as my legal guardian when my mum signed my contract. She was an alcoholic, and she wasn't looking after me properly.

Randy had three more clients besides me. Two of them lived with him, and they were my best friends, Boris and Sebastian. They were 12 and 10 years old, and I loved them both. I stayed with Randy and the boys for a few days until I moved into the children's dormitory at the Frenetic Studio lot. But it was Randy's fourth client who really made my heart flutter. His name was Annie, and he was nine. Yes, he was a boy named Annie. He was born Angus MacKay, but he though the name Angus sounded like something you would shout over the garden fence when your neighbor was playing their music too loud. He was a boy who liked to be pretty, not a transgender girl. He always wore girls' clothes, and he used "Annie" as his working name at Frenetic because he usually got roles playing transgender characters, or so-called "she-males." Despite the girl name and the girls' clothes, he was definitely a boy. He was also my boyfriend.

That might sound strange for kids our age. It seemed strange to us. We were in love, at least as far as we could tell. You're not supposed to be able to fall in love when you're that young, but whatever it's called, we had very, very strong feelings for each other, and I was living in fear that I might accidentally do something stupid and lose him. We both knew we had to be very careful with what we were doing, because it was very risky, and if things went wrong, we could both get badly hurt.

I had been taking a lot of risks during that first week. I had learned that everything Mum had ever told me about sex (which wasn't much) was a lie. It wasn't all disgusting and wrong. It was quite beautiful and exciting. I had to learn everything for myself – what was good about sex, what was sexy, and whether there was anything that wasn't very good about it. I tried nearly anything. I decided I wanted to see what it was like to be pretty during that first week, so I bought a bunch of really pretty, sexy femboy clothes, along with jewelry and makeup. I was astonished at the pretty boy in the mirror! I had done a live sex performance in front of an audience, and I'd filmed a short gangbang scene with several men who had huge cocks. I loved doing all that, but I'd also filmed a short scene with two women who wanted me to put my fists… well, I didn't like that so much. Then I surprised even myself and took a slave boy named Shlomo. That was another relationship that was very risky, and we could both get badly hurt.

I didn't fully appreciate all of these risks, but I loved and trusted the people around me. Randy had been letting me stretch myself because he knew how important it was for me to find my own way. It all worked out in the end, but there were problems along the way. At age 12, I am a multi-millionaire, and I live in a mansion in Minnesota. I run my own porn studio, and I have a private jet. Life is good.

Chapter 46
Design

Part 4 begins as Randy and the boys have finished up their daily business meeting. Trevor has been asked by the wealthy father of two new Japanese boys at the studio to put together a live show for the next day, starring Trevor and his two sons, Hiro and Kenji Watanabe. That doesn't leave much time to design the show, but Trevor has been thinking and fantasizing about Hiro and Kenji since he met them. He knows exactly what he wants! Now it's time to visit the wardrobe, props, and set departments with Randy. They're working a little late, but it's all for a good cause.

Randy and I went out front to get Shlomo, my pet boy (who was really my new slave), whom I had left hitched to a rack in front of the main studio building. I grabbed his leash and disconnected his cuffs from the rack. I noticed there were new cum splatters on his belly, which made me smile. When he saw me smile, he also smiled. "Let's get him cleaned up. We're going to lose daylight soon," said Randy. I walked with Randy and yanked the leash behind me.

We took Shlomo to his dressing room. I removed his leash but left his collar and cuffs in place. "Get in the shower," I said. "Get all of that cum out of your hair. I need you looking cute."

"Yes Master," he said as he turned to enter his shower. Randy called for someone from hair and makeup to come down to get his hair dried and styled. I thought he might look even cuter with girl makeup like mine, but I wasn't sure if it would work well with his boy glasses. I would have to ask the stylist for suggestions.

***

Randy had set Shlomo on his makeup table so the stylist could work on him. "A little eyeliner and mascara always increase the boy cuteness factor, as I see you've discovered for yourself," she said with a wink at me, "but nothing colored for his eyes. Not with those glasses. And just a hint of red lipstick will go a long way toward maximum boy cuteness too," said the stylist. "There, how does that look?" she asked.

"That does look cute," I said.

She handed me two lipsticks, saying, "This one is for your boy, and this one will do the same for you. It's a different shade that will work better with your hair and eyes. Only use a little, and rub it in. You want it to look like it's your real lip color, and not makeup. Same with the eye makeup if you want to look cute and adorable. Use more, of course, when you want to look pretty. And here is some eye makeup for your boy. I see you already have good eye makeup that is perfect for you."

"Oh thanks!" I said, giving her a kiss. I hesitated for a moment, then said, "But his hair… it's too perfect or something."

"I know just the thing," she said. Five minutes later, a package from the gift shop arrived. It contained a flower garland to go around his head. The flowers were artificial, but the effect was stunning. "His hair can be perfect, and the garland will pull focus from the hair."

"That is so pretty!" I said. "Randy, do you see that? He's pretty now!" "Thank you Consuela," Randy said, kissing the stylist. "Yes," I said, "thank you!" I kissed her. Then I said, "Boy, thank her and give her a kiss."

"Yes Master," he said. "Thank you for making me pretty for my master, Madame." He looked absolutely adorable as he kissed her. I ordered him to kiss me as well. His little puckered lips were so very sweet.

***

I knew I looked extremely sexy in my purple silk outfit with gold and black paisley and fishnet stockings, and now I had the cutest, littlest boy in the whole complex on a leash, with his hands cuffed behind his back. A man with a portable camera met us at the lobby entrance, and he followed us as I dragged my boy around the lot, around the swimming area, around the helicopter on the pad, around all my favorite places.

"Kneel," I said to him when we returned to the lobby entrance. I pulled down my knickers and said, "Suck my cock, boy!" He obeyed immediately, and the camera got some great shots. I grabbed his head, with his leash still in my hand, and face-fucked him. I didn't know what the evening had in store, so I didn't want to cum. I did my best to pretend, but I'm not sure it worked very well. "Pull my knickers back up boy." He obeyed. I learned later that he got paid £10,000 for his part in my promo video.

***

Back in my dressing room, Boris and Sebastian were in two chairs at the coffee table, Randy and I sat on the settee, and my pet boy was curled up on the floor at my feet. "Always remember," said Randy, "that your pet boy is a real boy, and he needs your love always."

"I think he likes it there," I said. Shlomo licked my boot when I spoke.

"Yes, he is happy there right now, but there will be times when you will need to cuddle him on your lap. He has given himself to you to do with as you please, but never forget that he has needs as well. Just make sure you read those pamphlets, and give him his copies." Randy had ordered several pamphlets for Shlomo and me to read. They described ways to make master/slave relationships work, and how to keep them from becoming abusive.

"Ok," I said. I handed the two pamphlets to Shlomo and told him to begin reading them. "Are we going to go to the costume shop and stuff?" I asked.

"Oh, of course," said Randy. "You might want to leave your boy here though. Give him a chance to read the pamphlets all the way through." Then turning to Boris and Sebastian he said, "Do you boys want to come too?"

Sebastian smiled and looked at Boris. Then he slithered out of his chair and began to unfasten Boris' belt. "Thinks need for practice fluff for Boris," he said. Boris lit up, and Randy and I had a good laugh.

"Can you please keep an eye on my boy?" I asked proudly. "Is no problem," said Boris. "Boy," I said, "you will obey Boris and Sebastian. You will provide any service they desire. You will not leave this room until I return."

"Yes Master," the tiny boy squeaked with his big, adorable smile, as if he would rather be nowhere else in the world. I understood that feeling, having experienced it many times myself these past few days. I didn't understand how he got it by being kept on a leash though.

***

"Hello!" said a large, bizarrely dressed, and excessively happy man with a huge, pink, bushy mustache and pink hair as we entered the costume shop fitting room. He was also wearing a dark pink outfit, with what looked like a plastic jacket, pink skin-tight trousers with small cupcakes printed all over them, and dark reddish-pink Wellingtons. (That's what people in the UK call rubber boots.) I thought he looked like a huge piece of bubble gum. I had met loads of strange-looking people in my new life, and I was growing accustomed to it. It seemed ok because they were all so nice and friendly.

"Hi Rhys," said Randy. "I'd like to introduce you to Trevor Hawk. Hawk, this is Rhys. He's one of our costume designers, and he minds the costume shop during evening hours."

"Nice to meet you, Rhys," I said, offering a handshake.

"None of that now!" said Rhys, rejecting my hand. "For me, it's a kiss or nothing," he said with a playful wink and a Welsh accent. I stood on my toes and gave him a kiss. He wobbled his face from side to side as we kissed. He made me feel giggly, and that was nice on a day when I'd found so many things to worry about – money, talking to a detective from Scotland Yard, listening to important people saying horrible things about my promo video. But I couldn't worry about that now. "So, to what do I owe the fabulous pleasure and great honor of meeting our extremely pretty and shockingly sexy new star, Trevor Hawk?" he asked.

"Trevor here is directing a live show for tomorrow with two of the new boys, Hiro and Kenji Watanabe" said Randy, "and he's been asked to do all the design work himself. He has some costume requirements to go over with you."

"Oh my!" said Rhys, his eyebrows flying to the top of his forehead. He sat down at a computer and began typing. "Congratulations Trevor! Already directing at… how old are you?"

"Eight," I said. "Nearly nine."

"Well, that's quite an achievement for a boy your age," said Rhys. "So tell me what you need."

"Well, er, the other boys are Japanese," I said, "and I want Hiro to wear yellow sparkly bikini knickers with a flame pattern in sparkly yellow sequins up the front. I want Kenji to wear the same thing in light blue."

"Oh! I have just the thing," said Rhys, standing up again. "You wait right here, and I'll be back in one minute, less if you're lucky," he said with a wink, "and I'll have a few samples for you to look at."

Rhys left the room through the door Nellie had used two days earlier to get me kitted out in my St. Felix uniform. Randy put his hand on my shoulder. I think he was showing that he was proud of me, or else he was trying to keep me from worrying about things. "Am I really the director?" I asked. "You just said I'm the director when you were talking to Rhys."

"Yes Hawk, you're the director," he said. "That's what it means when you're in charge of everything. I wouldn't worry about it though," he said. "Have as much fun as you can. Mr. Watanabe only wants to see you getting off with his boys. As long as you get off, he'll be happy. And I get the impression those boys will do anything for you."

The door opened again, and Rhys came through holding two sparkly pairs of knickers, one yellow and one light blue, and several clear plastic bags of sequins. He laid them on a table and asked, "So how do you like these? A bit flamboyant?" I picked up the yellow pair, feeling stunned at the amount of sparkle. "They'll give off a nice glow under the lights. It has a bit of a surreal effect, but you boys always have that effect," he said with a snorting chuckle. "We have several other fabrics you can choose from. I just brought these because we have several sizes already made up."

"They're…" What should I say? They were so much more than I expected. I turned to Randy and said, "Am I allowed to buy some of these for myself?"

"Oh stop!" said Rhys. "You just say the word and I'll put something together for you."

"They're so… pretty!" I said. "I mean, really pretty! They're better than I thought. How much butt cheek can you see with these?" I asked. I was starting to think that everyone at Frenetic could do anything, so it was a little less difficult to ask questions. Everyone was also comfortable talking about sex and body parts too, and that made it easy for me to say what I wanted to say.

"Well let's see," said Rhys. "I grabbed these two because they are your size. You can try one on and see if you like the cut."

I took off my vest and sexy purple silk bikini knickers with gold and black paisley and pulled up the yellow bikini knickers. "Oh my heavens!" said Rhys. "You did fall down from heaven, didn't you, you sparkly little angel!" He pulled a 3-way mirror up to me so I could get a good look.

"I like to see more of that, that part of the ass…" I pointed to a part of my ass, the crease where the butt cheek meets the thigh. "These are so pretty! But can I see more ass cheek?"

"Oh you do know exactly what you want!" he said. "Are you looking for more of a thong, or a T-strap?" he asked.

"A bit more like a thong, yeah, but not a proper thong," I said, not knowing what a T-strap was. "Just something that's skinny on the bottom of the butt, and it can be wider up top."

He handed me a felt-tip marking pen and said, "Would you look in the mirror and draw a line on these to show me just where you'd like the cut?"

"On these?" I asked. "Are you mad? I can't ruin these!"

He took the marker from my hand and scribbled all over the front of the knickers, which tickled my cock. "I've got dozens of these in back. Go ahead and ruin them. We're making something better!"

I did my best to keep the marker near my butt crack until it was almost halfway up. Then I curved it around and went the wrong direction. It was a difficult thing to do while looking in the three-way mirror. I scribbled that line out and started again, and made a mess of it again.

"I think I see where you're going with this," said Rhys. "Would you mind if I try on the other side?" I handed him the pen, and in an instant he had drawn the exact, perfect curve.

"That's it!" I said.

"Ok, don't move," he said. He took a pair of scissors from a drawer and carefully cut along his line. Then he made a similar cut on the other side. There was something very sexy about a man with scissors cutting into my knickers. "How does that look? Can you see enough cheek, you cheeky little angel?"

"It's perfect!" I said.

"Of course the leg openings will be done up properly with elastic and narrow hems," he said, "but this gives you the rough idea."

Looking in the mirror, watching this man cutting my undies up with scissors, gave me a thrilling rush, and of course I got another stiffy. "Oh," he said as he pulled the yellow undies back off of me, "you do like these!" I looked at him and nodded. He made a honking sound as he gave my boner a quick tug, which made me shudder. "We need to look at some sequins now," he said.

He laid the yellow and blue undies next to each other and poured a few sequins from each bag on the table. "You said you wanted sparkly sequins that were the same color, so I brought these," he said. "I'd also like to show you a different idea, if I may." He laid a few of the sparkly blue sequins on the blue knickers, and next to them he put a few that were plain blue, with no shine at all. "The shiny sequins don't really show up very well against the sparkly background of this fabric. But you can see the plain ones do show up, so a pattern can be more easily seen." It was true, so I nodded. Then he set a few very sparkly blue-green sequins on the blue knickers and said, "A similar color can also set off the pattern without changing the whole look." He sprinkled a few lime green sequins on the yellow knickers. "What do you think hun? You know how cute these two luscious little boys are. What do you think will make them look sexier?"

"I like your idea," I said. "I like those colors that are just a little different. And I want the sequins to look like fire coming from under their cocks. Can you make it look like that?" I asked.

"Can we?" he asked with mock incredulity. "Sweetie, if you can imagine the costume, we can make it. Believe me. Now you wanted some of these for yourself too?" he asked.

"Yes please, in pink. The little ones like the ones you're making for Hiro and Kenji." "Done!" he said. "Darker pink for the sequins?" he asked. "Oh yes please," I said, nodding. "That sounds lovely!" "It sounds like we're done here," said Randy. "Oh no," I said. "We have to get the rest of the things!" "The rest?" He asked. "Of course," I said. "I need a big, fancy crown, like the royal coronation crown, and a big, soft ermine robe as well. That's what I want to wear. I want to be the king, and a visitor from far away is presenting these boys to me as a gift."

"Oh how exciting!" said Rhys, sitting back down at the computer. "Do you need anything under the robe?"

"No thanks," I said. "Just the robe. I want them to see me open my robe and go mad with desire. Do you think it will work?"

"With your sexy little body?" he asked. "I'm going mad with desire just imagining it! I should tell you though, if you want a royal scepter as well, they have them in props. If you wear it, you get it here. If you carry it, you find it in props. If it sits on the floor, it's scenery. Ask Carl for the special scepter. He will know what you mean," he said with a sly wink. "I'll add a note for him in the computer."

"I will want some big boots too," I said. "Nice, big, comfortable boots with fur on the inside that will tickle my foot when I put them on!" I giggled a bit. "They have to look big and important when the boys kiss them."

"I think we can manage that," he said, typing away. "We have everything in every size.

"Ok," I said, steeling myself for the last request. "Can you make matching collars out of this same pretty fabric as the knickers? And leashes for the boys?"

"Ooh!" he said. "Someone fancies himself a bit of a dom!" I smiled and nodded, hoping he would just say yes. "Of course we can handle that," said Rhys.

"Two meter leashes please," I said.

"Two meters exactly," he said, typing the details into his computer. I turned to Randy and said, "Now I'm done. That's all I need here." "Ok," said Rhys. "We can guarantee the bikinis done by 7:00 AM, but really there's very little for us to do on the evening shift. We'll probably have them done later this evening. I'll rummage around and find you the right crown, robe, and boots. We have your measurements on file, all except what size crown you wear." He winked and wrapped a tape measure around my head. "Are you in residence here?" he asked. "The DICKS system has you in dorm room 46, but there is no move-in date."

"The DICKS system?" I asked.

"That's the name of the computer system here," said Randy. "It stands for Data, Information, and Computer Knowledge and Support, which is really the name of the department that manages the computers." He turned to Rhys and said, "Hawk is assigned to room 46, but we still have to decide whether he will be staying there tonight," said Randy.

"Ok," said Rhys. "If he's here tonight, we can do a fitting instead of waiting until tomorrow." "Are Hiro and Kenji staying here tonight?" I asked Randy. "Well, they are having their victory drive and their signing party tonight," he said. "I don't know if they will go back to the hotel with their father or stay here. But if I'm reading their father right, I think he's going to press them to get started in their careers. My guess is they will be here tonight."

"Then if I stay here," I said, "we can all do our fittings tonight instead of tomorrow." "Now you're thinking like a director!" said Randy, giving me a sideways hug. "Hiro and Kenji are in the system," said Rhys, "but we don't have their measurements yet. I see we have video of them from your shoot this afternoon. Oh my! They certainly are cute!" Rhys began fanning himself with his hand. "We can use our best estimate from the video, but we will likely need to make some alterations for them. You won't exactly need fitting," he said, tickling my belly. "Your robe will be loose and huge, and everything else should be sized correctly. We shouldn't need to do any custom alterations for you."

***

We moved on to the props department. I had mixed feelings about staying in the dorm that night. I wanted to be with Boris and Sebastian. I loved them better than brothers, and I knew they would always be my best friends, but I was excited about meeting everybody in the dorm. Then it occurred to me there were only two roommates I didn't already know, the ladyboy and the other girl, and I thought I might have seen them both in the fluff area at some point. Besides them, it was Yvgenia, me, Shlomo, Adrian, Hiro, and Kenji.

"He said to ask for the special scepter," I told the man in the props department. His name was Carl, and he was big. Very big, like a man who had eaten nothing but fry-ups and barrels of beer his whole life. He was very kind, like everyone at Frenetic.

"Oh right then, I see the note from Rhys. You'll be wantin the… er, special scepters will ya? Right then. Anything else?"

"Oh yeah," I said, just thinking of something at the last minute. "A scroll, like parchment. Something that just has pretend words on it is fine. Something like that?"

"Oh right," said Carl, "I think we can scrounge something together for yeh. You wait right here. Won't be a mo." He went into a back room in the props department and returned with three scepters and a parchment scroll. "The er, special scepters, see, they've got a dildo in the handle end. Got these three sizes for yeh. Not sure what size yeh need, but yeh can take all three of 'em and see what works." The three scepters were identical except for the size of the soft black dildo protruding from the handle. "See, we've got boy cock, man cock, and cricket bat size," he said with a hearty chuckle.

"I think you can keep this big one," I said, handing the largest of the three back to him. Hiro and Kenji were little boys like me, and they were brand new. This was going to be their first scene. I wasn't going to give them a Baron Gargantua dildo. Hiro probably couldn't wrap his arms around that one. I wasn't even sure about the man-size dildo. "Thanks Carl," I said, giving him a kiss as we left for the scene shop

***

"A really big throne covered with red velvet and lots of padding," I said to the man in the scene shop, "and a red rug that rolls out in front of it." The live performances didn't require a lot of scenery, props, or costumes. The stage was small, and all the audience really wanted was to see people fucking, not fancy furniture. "The rug has to be thick and soft or padded or something, because that's where we're going to be fucking. Well, mostly." I was still developing my fantasy with those boys in my mind. Some fun on the throne would certainly be a good idea too, but I wasn't sure how the story would go.

We went through a huge warehouse and looked at several thrones, and they had one that was just perfect. Even my first time at directing was turning out really well.

Chapter 47
Stepping Out

The boys get ready to go to Hiro and Kenji's signing party at Cockerel Manor. They stop by room 46, Trevor's new dorm room, so he can get dressed in his special Cockerel Manor suit. While in his room, he meets Yuko, one of two roommates he hadn't met yet. She is a Japanese Ladyboy. Trevor had heard a lot about ladyboys from Boris, but he had never met one. He becomes fascinated with her body. He decides spontaneously that he would like to cast her in his live performance the following day.

Sebastian's head was lying across Boris' knees when we returned, a few small rivulets of cum dripping from his cheeks. Boris' head was leaned back against the wall, as if asleep. Shlomo was kneeling at attention, facing them. He turned toward me with a great smile across his face. "Who's been a good boy then? Have you been a good boy?" I ruffled my pet boy's hair as his smile somehow widened further.

Randy and I took our places on the settee, and he said, "Hawk, Markus and I need to pay your mother a visit tonight. There's no more putting this off. You three boys will need to decide what to do with your night. Hawk, you can stay here in your new room if you like, and you three can get a car from the motor pool and go to Cockerel Manor for Hiro and Kenji's signing party. I think they'd love to see you there. Or you can all come back to my place right now with me and stay there while Markus and I visit Mrs. Hawkinson."

Of all the things I worried about in those days, the thought of Randy and Markus telling Mum that she no longer had custody of me and that I had moved out didn't feel stressful at all. It seemed like a natural part of my new life. I didn't hate Mum. She had become far less important to me in my new life, that's all. Now that I'm twelve, I think that's a sad thought. But when I was eight, nearly nine, I was free.

"Oh! Car for party, I think," said Boris.

"Cute Japan boy must for cute Russia boy for welcome!" said Sebastian. "Are pets allowed there, Randy?" I asked. "I think it would be best if you dismissed your boy before you leave, Hawk," said Randy. "All of your things at my house have been boxed up. I had them packed and sent to your dorm room once I signed the paperwork. Everything should be there now." he said. "You are welcome to stay with me tonight if you like. Just get a change of clothes from your room and bring them in the car to my house, either now or after the party."

This was it. I had postponed my decision whether to stay in the dorm or to spend one more night with Randy and the boys. I began breathing heavily. Boris and Sebastian meant so much to me! I didn't ever want to lose them as friends! But I really wanted to meet my new friends and sleep in the huge dorm room with them. "I don't know," I said in a quiet voice. "I love Boris and Sebastian and you, and I want to stay at your house forever, but I can't. Now I want to sleep in my new bed with my new friends, but I don't want to lose our special love! You've been like a family, like a proper family. I don't want to lose that. I don't want to be a friend you only see at work or school or just in the daytime. I want us to be special always!"

Randy kissed my head, and the boys got up to hug me. "Is always for special love," said Boris, just before he gave me a soft kiss. "Trevor Boy always love for brother. Spend many evening here for play, for visit, for fuck, for make film, for many reason. Always love is special."

Sebastian hugged and kissed me next. "Always for brother!" he said, looking me in the eye with a serious expression. "Unless some time want be for sister," he said with a giggle and a kiss for me. "Come for us three day only, make for much happy! Always special boy for Sebastian is Trevor Boy. Should stay for new room. Need for start new home. Special always. If bed here, if bed for house of Randy Man, if bed for Czechia, is no matter. Special boy always." It was so easy to forget that Sebastian and Boris really lived in Czechia, and that they would be leaving in September. It was too sad to think about, so I didn't.

"Hawk," said Randy, "You have made a huge impression on a lot of people in three days, and none so much as the three of us. You have nothing to worry about, and you are always welcome to visit and spend the night. I think you should get settled in here in your dorm at the studio lot first though. You can come for the weekend if you like."

"So I stay here tonight and tomorrow night, and I can stay with you on Friday night then?"

"Sure," said Randy. "You can come anytime, but we will have lots of time together over the weekend."

"I love you all so much!" I kissed each of them as I began to cry again, but only a little cry. "Happy tears," I told them. Sebastian sniffled too.

***

Before leaving, Randy called the motor pool and arranged for a car to pick us up in front of the dormitory. First we went to Boris' dressing room, and then Sebastian's, so they could change into their Cockerel Manor suits. Sebastian was wearing his glasses, which I thought made him look cute again, even with his new haircut. Then we went to dorm room 46 with my pet boy in tow.

All of my things were in my walk-in closet, including all the gifts I'd received when I got my contract. My clothes were on wooden hangers, even my undies. Smaller things like socks were on shelves, unless they were part of an outfit, in which case they were attached to the hanger with that outfit. Larger things in boxes, like my nice camera and tripod, were stacked on the top shelf.

"Yuko!" called Boris as a very tall, pretty, naked ladyboy walked into the room. He kissed her and said, "Love for see you! Is Trevor Boy here, good friend, love much for him, much love, like small brother. He live for room 46 now."

Yuko came to me, leaned over, and kissed me. "Oh, you are a sweet little boy! So pretty too!"

"Thanks," I said. I had never met a ladyboy in person. They are Asian boys who dress and act like girls. They can really be girls or boys on the inside, like Jeanine or Annie, but they like to call themselves ladyboys. I was looking all over her body, fascinated by every square inch.

"You look curious," she said. "You can touch if you like."

"Thanks," I said, reaching out to stroke her hip. It was almost as soft as Annie's. "Should I call you a boy or a girl?" I asked.

"I'm a girl, and thank you for asking!" she said, bending down again to kiss me again. I kept my hand on her. It was as soft as a chinchilla that I got to pet at the zoo once on a school outing.

"Your skin is soft. You are really pretty," I said.

"Thank you," she said. "I can show you the skin products I use if you like."

"Er… yes please," I said. "I'd like that very much. I want to be soft like you too." Boris was giggling as I explored her body, being careful not to touch her penis, which had no sign of pubic hair.

"You can touch it if you like," she said. "Boris has had it just about everywhere in his body," she giggled. Boris grinned and kissed her.

I put my hand around her penis. It was big like Boris' cock, and it slowly engorged and began to rise. "It's very nice," I said. "It's big and lovely. But how did you get… those?" I asked, pointing to her modest breasts.

"I'm a girl, and I'm growing up!" she giggled. "Really, I'm taking hormones so I will grow into a woman," she said. Then noticing my pet boy, she said, "Oh wow! Who collared our Shlomo?" Shlomo came to my side, knelt, and wrapped his arms around my leg. "No!" she said with an incredulous smile. "I've been trying since he moved in here! You lucky boy! He is so cute, and everybody's wanted him."

"He's the first pet boy I've ever had," I said. "I think it's fun having a pet boy, but I need to read the pamphlets about how to be a good master."

"Yes you do," said Yuko. "Read those tonight. There is very important information in them." I nodded. I leaned forward to take a taste of her fully erect cock. "Is it ok?" I asked. "Hunny, that's always ok!" she said. I pulled her cock into my mouth. It tasted very clean. There were no boy smells or anything. I didn't mean to give her a blowjob, but I found myself deep-throating her, only gagging once, just because it seemed like the thing to do with a big cock in my mouth. I was exploring, not really having sex. She gasped when her cock slid all the way in. "Trevor! Oh my god!"

Boris laughed and kissed her. "Trevor Boy have many surprise for you learn," he said.

I pulled my mouth back and smiled at her. "I learned how to do that last night. Really, it's easy."

"Easy for you!" she said. "I've never been able to do that, and you're just a little! Will you show me sometime?"

"Sure," I said. "But I might have IH… IHA… something like that. It makes my throat stretch more. Dr. Gupta wants to do more tests to see if it's true."

She gave me a confused look as Boris led her away to her bed to continue what I had started while Sebastian showed me how to use my cell phone. "Is for calling very easy," he said. "If want, soon also show for you internets." He showed me where all of the important phone numbers were. Sebastian guessed that Randy had programmed them in. He even programmed Mum's number, as if I was going to call her. I hoped he hadn't given her my number.

"Must now put clothes for party for cute Japan boys," he said. I removed all of my clothes and put them in a bin in my closet that was marked "Laundry". I put my gold chains in a jewelry box on my shelf that I didn't remember owning, though all of my stones and earrings and chains were in it. I took down a hanger with one of my Cockerel Manor suits and laid it on my bed. I selected my sparkly pink thong to wear under the shorts. "That might be a surprise for someone tonight," I said, winking at Sebastian. I got dressed, being careful to pull the socks up straight, and put my shoes and cap on.

Yuko was shrieking, but when girls sounded like that, I could never tell if they were cumming or just enjoying themselves. Soon Boris stood up, wiping his mouth, and I had my answer. "Love for Yuko, very much," said Boris as he kissed her. "Must go for Cockerel Manor for party for new boys. You meet yet? They have beds for room 46 also."

"No!" said Yuko, sounding quite surprised. "Which beds? Who is moving out?"

"The man said the Harlow brothers were moving to America and weren't coming back," I said. "So my new friends Hiro and Kenji Watanabe are moving in instead."

"Are they Japanese?" she asked, lighting up.

"Yeah," I said, "and their dad is really nice and really rich. Randy says he is the distributor in Japan for Frenetic, but I think he has a whole bunch of businesses."

I told her about the live performance the next afternoon. "I hope I can get in to see that," she said. "Are they really cute? How old are they?"

"Hiro is eight, and Kenji is nine," I said, "And yeah, they are really, really cute, and really sexy. And they always smile! Always!"

"Oh, I can't wait to meet them!" said Yuko with a broad smile. "I never get to speak Japanese anymore. My English family only speaks English, and they don't understand Japan very well. I hope they like older ladyboys!"

"I think they like everything," I said.

"Trevor Boy director for live show," said Boris.

"Wow!" said Yuko. "You can't even be ten years old! How did you get that?"

"I'm eight, almost nine," I said. "Their father, Mr. Watanabe, brought them to my live show today for the distributors from other countries. He gave me a huge tip to give them an autograph on their bodies. I gave them a little more, and Mr. Watanabe liked that. I asked Randy, he's my agent, to talk to Mr. Watanabe to see if the boys could be in my promo film, so we did a really fun scene. Mr. Eastman liked the video, and he used it for their video audition. Then he gave them a contract. So Mr. Watanabe wanted to say thank you to me by paying for a live show with his boys and me, and he wanted me to direct it. I guess it's all just a big thank you."

"Wow," said Yuko. "What an opportunity! You can do anything? You are doing the script and costumes and everything?"

"Uh huh," I nodded. Then I thought for a minute. "You… you're Japanese…" "You don't miss a trick, do you!" she smiled. "Um… are you busy in the afternoon tomorrow?"

"No," she said. "I have my morning scene with Boris, and I was planning on fluffing for one of the cast in the afternoon, but he can find someone else. Why?

My thoughts were racing. Yuko could be a servant to the king, a sort of nanny for the boys. "I think I can use other actors in the live show. Do you want to be in it?"

"Of course!" she said.

"I've got to make sure it's ok for me to have more actors," I told her, "but I have the perfect idea for you."

"Sure! Just let me know."

Boris was laughing. "Is good for see Yuko," he said. "Love Yuko, love Trevor Boy, now both work for live show." I didn't understand why he was laughing, but I thought we'd just made a pretty good deal.

***

We said goodbye to Yuko, and I dismissed Shlomo until I saw him again. We went downstairs where the car was waiting. There was no champagne, but plenty of root beer and ginger beer, all the beers that aren't beer, even shandy. This was a smaller car, with only one big seat facing forward and a cooler under a hinged tabletop, like in the limo we'd used for my victory drive, and an entertainment center with a fancy sound system, a TV, computer, Internet, video games, and the entire collection of all of Frenetic's movies from their entire history.

We watched a short video that was grainy and not the best quality from the 1980's because the boys wanted me to see Randy's first movie. He was a very cute boy of about ten, with long, wavy blonde hair. He was with a much older teenage boy. They were outside in a meadow with a blanket on the ground. Little Randy couldn't get the boy's cock inside his mouth except at first when he was soft. I noticed the older boy never touched Randy's little cock. Then the camera showed how Randy climbed onto the huge boner and slowly slid down, very slowly, until it was all the way in. He sat there still, then giggled a bit before pulling back up slowly, then grunting as he slid back down.

Before long he had found a rhythm, and the older boy took over, pounding him doggy style, then in a weird missionary position. They kissed while Randy, lying on his back, wrapped his legs around the teenager's back, and the teenager fucked him hard and fast, and I thought rather carelessly. In the end, the teenager pulled out of Randy's ass, Randy sat up, and the older boy shot cum all over his face. The camera moved in for a close-up of Randy's cute, smiling, cum-slathered face. The whole thing was shot with one hand-held camera, and I think it was a cheap home video camera. It wasn't at all like the quality Frenetic produces today.

"Ask for Randy how was this movie," said Boris. "He say for you was not so good. Hurt for ass, not like boy, director not nice. He tell why Frenetic change for child porn. Child not important then. Now, important. Pay for him only fifty pound for film. Randy Boy love for big boy fuck, love show people fuck, love for child porn, so make film. If hurt a little, is ok. He like for make child porn, so he do. Now, not never do. If hurt, stop. No film if hurt. Pay for child same if hurt, if no hurt, but not use film if hurt."

"Things really have changed," I said. "I'm glad I'm a kid now, when things are so much nicer."

When the movie was done, I called Randy on my cell phone and asked him if I could have more actors in the live show. I told him what I wanted, and he said he'd see to it. He couldn't talk much because he was almost at Mum's flat, but he said everything I wanted was just fine. It was going to be a fun show, and Yuko was not the only one I wanted in my cast.

Chapter 48
Party

It's time for Hiro and Kenji's signing party. Trevor, Boris, and Sebastian arrive to find Hiro and Kenji, fully dressed in Cockerel Manor suits, acting in a strangely formal manner, unlike Trevor at his own signing party two days earlier, at which he'd arrived and remained totally naked. Add a little sake, and Trevor feels a bit reckless. Now it's a party!
Trevor has difficulties understanding what he's pretty sure are Japanese formalities and manners. He feels intimidated by Mr. Watanabe (Kenji & Hiro's father). He doesn't understand all the bowing and the formal language and especially the complete lack of touch. He takes a few risks, which he knows will get him in trouble, but he sees yet another side of Mr. Watanabe that he wasn't expecting.

When we arrived at Cockerel Manor, the party was in full swing. Mr. Eastman's serving-man Benton greeted us at the door. "Good evening, Master Trevor, Master Sebastian, and Master Boris," he said with a smile. "Come in, won't you. Masters Hiro and Kenji will be positively delighted that you came." He showed us to the statuary room with the living statues and the piano. There were maybe fifty guests there, including several of the foreign distributors who had attended the live show. I was delighted to see that Hannah was also there.

"Trevor, my boy!" boomed a loud voice from the center of the room, "Boris! Sebastian! So good to see you! Don't you all look wonderful!" It was the man who was responsible for the suits we were wearing, or at least their design. To me, they looked like little schoolboy uniforms, and I think the shorts were even shorter than my St. Felix uniform shorts. If I were anywhere else but a Frenetic function, I would have been embarrassed. But Mr. Eastman gave me three of these suits, and he liked boys in clothes like this. I think the school uniform thing was a fetish of his. If it made him smile, I thought, then why should I be embarrassed? Boris was much older than I was, and he seemed to be fine with his Cockerel Manor suit. We went to Mr. Eastman and gave him a kiss. Indicating the man standing next to him, he said, "I believe you know Mr. Watanabe already." Mr. Watanabe smiled, bowed his head briefly, and shook my hand. "Boris, Sebastian," Mr. Eastman said, "meet Mr. Watanabe, our distributor in Japan. Boris, you might have seen him this afternoon at your live performance, but I don't believe you were properly introduced." Mr. Watanabe greeted them with the same smile, head bow, and handshake. "His boys are the reason we are here," said Mr. Eastman. "Now where have they got to?"

Hiro and Kenji ran up to me with huge smiles, stood in front of me with their hands at their sides, not touching me, and both said, "Hi Trevor!" with a brief bow from the waist.

"Hiro, Kenji," said Mr. Eastman, "Meet Sebastian and Boris, two of our brightest stars at Frenetic." Hiro and Kenji said hello to them as well, with a similar smile and quick bow from the waist.

A serving-man came by with a tray of small white cups that were overflowing with a clear liquid. "Ah," said Mr. Eastman, taking a cup. "Boys, all, take a cup, and we shall drink a toast to these adorable young newcomers!" After Mr. Watanabe and all of us boys had taken a cup, Mr. Eastman said, "I don't suppose you'll have tried sake before, Trevor?" I shook my head. "It is a bit stronger than champagne. Benton will make sure you stay within a reasonable limit tonight, so no worries." I nodded, feeling embarrassed again that I seemed to be the only kid being watched so I didn't drink too much. Mr. Eastman raised his cup and said, "To a tremendous and prosperous future for our new young boys, Hiro and Kenji Watanabe. May we all prosper as much as they surely will!"

"Hiro and Kenji!" we all called out before taking a sip. I slopped some of the sake onto my blazer as I raised it to my mouth. Then I coughed after I'd had a swallow, spilling even more. I could feel the alcohol in my lungs, even though I'd swallowed the drink into my stomach.

"Ho ho!" chuckled Mr. Eastman. "I did warn you!"

"Mr. Hawk," said Mr. Watanabe, bowing his head ever so briefly, "sake has many ancient traditions in Japan. We call it nihonshu, and there are many types. This is a special variety of genshu sake, my personal favorite, but it is strong. You might enjoy it more if you add a small amount of water to it. Drink it not only with your mouth, but with your mind, and with your nose. Tell me if you do not taste a hint of banana, and the aroma of fresh flowers?"

I sniffed the sake and had another sip, very carefully. "I can smell a little of the banana I guess, sort of like there is a tiny bit of some fruit juice in it, but I only taste it after I swallow it. It's like it comes back into my nose the other way. Is that normal?"

"Yes, that is exactly how this sake strikes the palate. I see you are a budding connoisseur of fine sake! As you sip more, see if you can find the delicate flower aroma. I think you will enjoy discovering other flavors too," he said with a smile. "I had this delivered by air from Hyogo as a gift for our friends here at Frenetic. I did not know we would have such reason to celebrate!" Mr. Eastman applauded, and others followed his lead. I hadn't noticed, but a crowd had begun to gather around us. "Now, if I may," he said, holding his glass high in the air with both hands and turning about to attract the attention of everybody in the room. "I would like very much to offer a toast of gratitude. To Frenetic Studios and to Mr. Philip Eastman for making this worthy investment in my fine boys, who have made their father very proud, and most of all to Mr. Trevor Hawk, who reached out so graciously to my two sons, who saw them worthy to cast in their first roles in child pornography, who so enthusiastically recruited them for performance in his own promotional video, itself a tremendous honor, and who thus brought their unique beauty and talents to the attention of the talent agents and executives here at Frenetic. I thank you all!"

"Here here!" shouted the crowd. I didn't know if I was supposed to have another sip of sake. Am I supposed to drink to a toast that someone has given me? Mr. Watanabe answered that question with a broad smile and a gesture with his hand, indicating that I should raise my glass and have a drink. Hiro and Kenji took small sips of their sake, and they continued to stand side-by-side, either smiling at me or giggling to each other. Neither of them had spilled a drop of their sake.

"Mr. Want-a-habby Sir," said Boris. "Ok we take boys for talk, we boys only, talk and make fun?"

The man chuckled kindly at the mutilation of his name. "Of course!" he said. "Go play, talk, admire the art, be boys! Do not listen too much to old men, who may be wise, yet are still old. The changing world is always fresh and new, and it belongs to young people like you. Go along now." His boys bowed to him and Mr. Eastman from the waist, and Mr. Watanabe returned the bow with his head.

***

I was surprised to see the boys were so neat and tidy, and fully dressed their cockerel Manor suits. That was not at all how I looked when I arrived for my signing party. "Did you enjoy your victory drive?" I asked them.

"Oh yes," said Hiro. "We drove all over London. We had sake with Papa and our guests, and we laughed a lot!"

"Didn't you…" I wasn't sure how to ask my question. "I mean, when I had my victory drive, we drove all over London as well, but we were naked most of the way, and we had terrific sex. I thought that was how everybody did it."

Hiro and Kenji looked like their smiles were going to make their faces explode as they giggled to each other, but I noticed Boris and Sebastian were giggling too. Kenji stood by Hiro, like a proud big brother, and let him continue speaking. "We were naked before we got into the car, but we are brothers, so of course we don't have sex with each other. And our father was there. But there were two others that Papa invited to entertain us during our drive. They were older boys from the studio named Jacob and Robbie. And of course the man from the studio had to play too!"

"I know Robbie!" I said. "He's really sweet and kind." I had a quick look around the room but didn't see Robbie anywhere.

"He is," said Kenji. "He took very good care of my brother. Jacob was with me most of the time. He pulled me onto his lap and…" He blushed, ran his hand through his hair, and the two brothers looked at each other and burst into a fit of giggles again.

"I think you're supposed to learn to say things out loud when you're talking about sex here," I said. "There were some things I felt embarrassed about, but my boyfriend Annie showed me it was ok to say things."

"You have a boyfriend who is named Annie?" asked Kenji. "But that's an English girl's name, isn't it?" I nodded with a smile. It made me happy to think of my Annie. "You will meet him soon, I'm sure," I said. "You will understand."

Then I remembered we were talking about victory drives. "Our clothes were soaked with champagne when we got here," I said. "We had nothing to wear, but we didn't really want to wear anything either."

"You came here naked?" asked Hiro with wide eyes, "into the party room?"

"Well, yeah," I said. "Randy said they don't really expect us kids to wear anything here unless we want to."

"Papa said we must clean ourselves," Kenji said, again running his hand through his hair, "and that we must wear respectable clothes. Mr. Eastman gave us these Cockerel Manor suits so we could follow our father's wishes. Papa said there were important people here, and that his son must not be seen with…" Another giggle fit. "Er, I had something from Jacob in my hair. It was messy. Sticky."

"Oh!" I said. "He shot cum in your hair!" Those boys giggled far too much! "Yeah, if you let that dry, it can be hard to get it all out."

"Must be first hard for cum out!" said Sebastian. This time the three of us were giggling while the two brothers looked confused.

"Say it out loud," I said to Kenji. "He shot his cum all over my hair."

He blushed a deep shade of red, then repeated, "He shot his cum all over my hair!" Another giggle fit. "And his cum came from his big, hard cock!" he added, which made his little brother bend over with laughter.

"Papa said you are writing the script for our performance tomorrow," said Kenji with an air of giddiness, after Hiro had calmed himself.

"We are very excited!" added Hiro. The two brothers nodded to each other. "Papa says we should work with you as much as we can," said Hiro. "He says you are the best new boy porn actor ever, and that very soon you will be a superstar. He says we should watch you and take notes. That way, as we watch you succeed, we might learn from you and succeed too."

Take notes? Everyone was saying I was special, and ok, I'd begun to believe some of it, but these two boys were going to base their careers on watching me and taking notes? I think that was too much for me. I wasn't anxious though. I think I felt more annoyed this time. I felt a wave of recklessness sweep over me. I decided to see if these two brothers were really serious. "Then watch me and take notes," I said. "Follow me and learn!" I quickly stripped off my clothes, right there in the middle of the room, except for my sparkly pink sexy thong, and hopped over to the piano and began to dance. I could see a serving-man immediately picking my clothes up and brushing them off before taking them out of the room.

I danced for the pianist, wiggling my ass to the room. She played something a bit more lively, and I danced among the people nearby, who seemed careful not to touch me except to return the kisses I offered to each of them. I danced my way back to Kenji and Hiro, and told them softly what I wanted them to do next. Of course, they looked at each other and giggled again. While I held my arms high above my head, wiggling my hips, each of them took hold of one of the skinny side straps of my thong and pulled it down, making my boner bounce, as if waving hello to the crowd. Then I kissed the two brothers with my arms around their necks and asked them, "Are you going to follow me now?"

My recklessness continued. I bent over, picked up my thong, and threw it carefully at Mr. Watanabe, hitting him in the face. He laughed conservatively, but his smile seemed genuine. He handed my thong to a serving-man, who left the room with it. I danced back toward the piano. Kenji and Hiro looked at their father in horror for a few seconds. Mr. Watanabe gave them the slightest nod, wearing the slightest smile. The brothers squealed as they turned to look at each other. Then they nodded slightly, looked again at their smiling papa, then back at each other. They nodded again, and within a few seconds they had also stripped off their clothes and joined me, to the tumultuous applause of the crowd, including Mr. Watanabe.

I had the impression that many of the adults considered it a challenge to get the kids naked at Cockerel Manor parties. Maybe I was too easy. I certainly wasn't much of a challenge. I felt a very intense sense of freedom when I stripped in front of a crowd because it defied everything I had ever believed about being naked. It wasn't a bad thing at all. In fact, it was a very good thing that made a whole crowd very happy.

Boris and Sebastian were soon dancing naked with us, and soon after, so was Hannah. I wondered where Robbie had gotten to. He had to have been there somewhere. I wanted to dance with him. He looked really good naked.

Gradually some of the adults joined us near the piano, and then a few more. They kept their clothes on while they danced. It seemed only us kids and living statues were allowed to be naked at Cockerel Manor parties.

The pianist played a slow tune, and we paired off into couples. I asked Hannah to dance, and Sebastian and Hiro paired up, as did Boris and Kenji. There was another fit of giggling when Hiro accidentally got a boner while he was dancing with Sebastian, but Sebastian kissed him, and all was well. Sebastian had a gentle way of calming people down. He could certainly calm me down. I think Sebastian had probably explained how much people liked to see boys' boners, and he gave Hiro's cock a few tugs, which were more like wanking him than the playful tugging everybody normally did. Hiro squealed with giggling appreciation.

I wanted to learn about girls. I thought dancing with Hannah would be a good opportunity. She liked me a lot, so I thought maybe she could tell me things without laughing at me. Why had this particular girl decided to give me her virginity that afternoon, knowing I was gay? Why did boys say girls had cooties? Did they have cooties? What did it feel like having nothing down there? "Hello?" she said. I think she noticed I was looking her body all over but not looking at her face.

"Oh, sorry," I said. "I mean, you're a girl…" "Yes," she said with a hint of a grin. "I am a girl." "Of course, I mean…" What did I mean? I just wanted to know. "What's it like being a girl? I mean, what's it… what's it like?" She kissed me softly and said, "There's not much more that I can tell you besides what you feel in my kiss. You see the obvious differences, I mean your cock and my pussy, but who we are is as much a mystery as who you boys are."

I kissed her again and asked, "What do you feel in my kiss?" If that was really all she could tell me, then what was she telling me? It didn't make sense, so I wanted to hear how she answered the question.

"I feel a very lovely, curious boy," she said, "but a boy with amazing power, emotional power and sexual power. I knew the moment I met you that I wanted it to be you, Trevor Hawk. I wanted you to have my virginity. I wanted to feel your power, and it was almost more than I could bear."

"But I'm gay," I said. "I mean, you're lovely, and it surprised me how fantastic our sex was, but I'm gay. How can you feel that sexual power if I like boys?"

"Maybe you should think about what made our sex so fantastic for you, even though you are gay? When a girl gives her virginity, I think that makes sex powerful too. I think that made it powerful for you, because you felt how powerful it was for me. I think that's how it works, with good sex anyway. We each feel what the other person is feeling. And you are a boy with great sexual power," she repeated. "You use it as you wish. This afternoon, it was your wish to use it with me, in your promotional video. Then, even though you are gay, you still said yes, you would have my virginity. And I felt your power as I settled down on you, and your cock tore deep into my vagina. I've never felt anything like it. You are gay, and you won't ever be my lover. I knew that, but you are a part of me forever now. I will always have your mark on my body. You've changed part of my body that cannot be changed back again. When I'm with my girlfriends and we tell stories about how we lost our virginity, I will always have the best story because I lost my virginity to Trevor Hawk, but I will also have the best story because it will be filled with very powerful feelings of joy and pleasure and wonderful memories of today." She looked frustrated. "I'm talking too much. I hope that was an answer. I'm afraid I've forgotten your question."

I kissed her. I'd also forgotten the question. "If I weren't gay…"

"Don't say that!" she interrupted. "You are gay, and there's an end to it. I don't want to hear how things might be different, because they're not different. Let me love you as a friend, and let me remember my time with you as a very, very special day, not as the beginning of something that can never be, all right?"

"All right," I said. She was a very intense girl. Her daddy loved her, but I wondered if he understood her. I sure didn't. I liked her, but she seemed to have a bit of craziness in her head. I thought that it might be pretty cool to have sex a few more times with her before she went home to Australia, just to see if it was still as powerful. "We should have more sex. Are you going to be in London long?" I asked.

"We leave in the morning," she said, avoiding my eyes. "We're stopping in Budapest first so Daddy can have a meeting with another studio there, then Beijing, and finally home. Very boring. There's no one else to talk to on Daddy's Jet, and everything is so boring in Beijing. But there are a lot of sexy girls and boys in Hungary that I get to meet."

"Oh! Do you like girls?" I asked. "Of course I do," she said. "I like girls the way you like girls." Of course that couldn't be true, because part of my fascination with girls was not knowing anything about their bodies. Sure, I had friends who were girls at Preston Primary, but they would never be my friends again if I asked them about their bodies or if they liked sex. No one my age seemed to know sex existed at Preston Primary.

"You mean, they're friends?" I asked.

"Well yeah," she said. "I have lots of girlfriends, and I think it's fun to play sex with them, especially with my friend Tiff. The things that girl can do with her tongue are amazing! But it's physical really. Physical is brilliant, but I couldn't fall in love with a girl. I haven't met one anyway. With you I…" She stopped abruptly and shook her head. She looked sad, so I kissed her. "Don't," she said, and she walked quickly out of the room, leaving me alone on the dance floor.

"What did I do?" I asked Boris, who was dancing with Kenji nearby.

"Dance with girl," he said. "Is enough that." Girls could be so complicated! Once again, I was glad I was gay.

Hannah's dad was not far away, and I could see he had watched the whole thing, though he was too far away to hear anything. I went to speak to him. "Don't you worry your pretty head, son," he said with a smile. "Hannah is a bit peculiar around boys. I don't think she likes feeling out of control, and when she falls for a boy, she's not in control. She can be a stubborn girl, but she has a very kind heart." I didn't understand that at all. I certainly didn't feel like I was in control, not for a single minute. "I'd better go see to her. She'll have a quick cry, and she'll be on her feet again."

He left the room, and I never saw him or Hannah again.

***

Hiro, Kenji, and I went to look at the living statues, especially the large plinth with the group on it. Boris and Sebastian stayed by the piano, dancing arm in arm or hopping to American ragtime, Boris' favorite music.

"Mr. Eastman says you can touch them, but only gently," I said to Hiro as he admired the various body parts. "Sometimes it's fun to try to figure out which part belongs to which person, or whether it's a man or a woman's part." I reached up and gently stroked a lovely, smooth, round ass near the top and said, "This is a man's ass. During my signing party on Monday I thought it was a woman's ass." The brothers giggled again. "You should feel it," I said to them. They both reached up tentatively and touched the ass with a single finger. "No," I said. "That's just touching it. You need to feel it properly. Rub it gently, like this."

They giggled at each other, and Hiro said, "It's so soft! Is this a boy?"

"No," I said. "He's a grown-up man. See? Follow his body, under that leg and that head. It's tricky, because the woman's head looks like it goes with his body, but can you see his head there? With the cock in his mouth?"

"I see him," said Kenji. "Look Brother, there," he said. Hiro finally saw the connection. "I like this kind of art!" said Hiro.

I got an idea. I rushed off to ask Benton, the man in charge of the household staff, if he could arrange it.

***

Five minutes later, Hiro and I were standing in a room full of naked adults and older teens, waiting quietly in a queue. We heard a bell, and a similar group of naked people entered our room and walked quietly past us. Then our queue moved out quietly into the room. Hiro and I stepped onto the small, cold marble plinth nearest the piano. I stood upright with my legs spread while Hiro dropped to his knees and put my cock in his mouth and his hands up the back of my thighs and on my ass. I grabbed two handfuls of his hair and made a growling face. A small crowd gathered around our plinth and applauded. A few took pictures. We had to pretend they weren't there. My cock was hard while we were walking out to our position, and it was my job to keep it hard without moving.

It was more difficult than I thought. I wanted to move my cock in and out of his mouth, just a little. Without thinking, I did a few times, and it made me twitch. Hiro stifled a giggle each time. Some of the adults touched our bodies gently, in a caressing way. It felt nice, and it made me harder, but it also made it more difficult to stay still. Hiro and I were both eight, though I was nearly nine, and for boys our age, holding still can be very difficult, even for a minute. It was really hard to remember to keep a growl on my face. Hiro had his eyes closed the whole time and a cock in his mouth, so he just had to hold still. But the audience was encouraging us, and they complimented our beauty and artistic form, whatever that meant.

Mr. Watanabe brought a group of business associates to look us over. "Yes, he is my son Hiro, and I am very proud of him. And this other boy is Trevor Hawk. He is the reason my sons were discovered by the talent agents at Frenetic, and I will always be grateful to him, as will my boys." Kenji moved to the front of the group and bowed to me from the waist. My eyes were flitting around as I tried to sneak a peek at the people around us. That wasn't allowed, but I was curious. Many of Mr. Watanabe's associates took pictures of us, some with Mr. Watanabe standing next to us, others with groups of people standing around us.

And there he was - Robbie! He was standing next to another boy who looked familiar, but I didn't know him. He had sort of messy purple hair, and I thought I might have seen him by the pool, or in the fluff area. Both boys were dressed in their Cockerel Manor suits. Robbie gave me a smile, and I winked back, which wasn't allowed, but I was excited to see him. "I know you can't talk," he said, "but you should see how stunning you look!" He took his phone out of his inside blazer pocket and took a photo of us. "I will show you this later so you can see. It's lovely to see you again!" I had forgotten to growl.

Every now and then I felt my body wobble, as if I'd forgotten for a second which way was down. Hiro held my ass tighter when he felt that happen. On his knees, he had better balance than I did. I began using his head to steady myself.

As time went on, I wanted so badly to fuck Hiro's little mouth that I think I could have orgasmed without moving at all. It was then I understood how the men in the living statues kept their cocks hard.

Finally, I heard the bell ring. Hiro looked up at me, my cock still in his mouth, and smiled with his eyes. He sucked in and out a couple times, which surprised me and made me give out a small yelp. I wasn't cumming, but I was close. We were told to keep a neutral look on our faces as we stepped down from the plinth and joined the queue of naked adults back to the room. That proved to be just as difficult as holding still for twenty minutes.

"That was naughty!" I said to Hiro, once we were back in the room with the other naked statue people. He covered his mouth and giggled, his eyes showing that familiar, intense smile that made me think his head might soon split open. He and Kenji seemed so well behaved. I'd never expected any mischief from him, but it made him all the more adorable to me. I wondered if Kenji would ever do such a thing. He was the big brother, I reasoned, so probably not. I had the impression that it was important to Kenji to set a good example for his little brother. Without meaning to, I let out a giggle as I imagined my stupid brother Ian trying to set a good example for me.

Benton approached the two of us with a tray, on which were two more cups of sake. "With the compliments of Mr. Watanabe, who enjoyed your glorious display, and who wishes me to tell you further that you, Master Hiro, have made your father proud, and that you, Master Trevor, have honored his son, and therefore him as well."

"Oh, thanks!" I said, taking the sake. "It's ok, isn't it, Mr. Benton?" I asked.

"It is a gift from Mr. Watanabe," he replied. "It would be discourteous if you did not enjoy it now. Might I suggest the two of you join him?" We both nodded and sipped the first bit from our cups. They were overflowing again, but this time I was careful and didn't spill any. Of course, this time I was also naked, and it wouldn't have mattered if I'd dribbled some of it down my front, like I'd done on my blazer earlier. It was good to practice though. I was sure this wasn't the last overflowing cup of sake I would be handed that evening. "If you would both follow me, please," said Benton. "It would not be proper for Master Hiro to be seen entering the statuary room from this side chamber. He and Master Kenji are the guests of honor. And of course you, Master Trevor, like them, are always an honored guest at the Manor. It is therefore proper that you should always use the main entrance to every room, and to the Manor itself."

He led us through a large double-door in the back of the room, then along a corridor and around a corner to the main entrance to the statuary room. Benton leaned over and spoke softly into my ear before we entered. "Master Trevor, might I suggest you use this drink to offer a simple toast of thanks to Mr. Watanabe."

That made me nervous. It took very little to make me nervous in those days, when my new life was still very new, but I'd never made a toast before without using bread and a toaster. I didn't know what to say. Mr. Watanabe was very kind, but also very wealthy and powerful.

Benton seemed to read my mind. He was a very perceptive man. He spoke softly again, saying, "Master Trevor, it need not be a complicated or eloquent speech. To Mr. Watanabe, the words of a child are a vessel of love, as I have heard him say, and he will hear anything you say with kindness. Might I suggest something simple, such as, 'Thank you, Mr. Watanabe, for your many acts of kindness and generosity to me and to those around me.' If that sounds daunting, then I might suggest you say something similar in your own words, but do say it from the heart."

I nodded and thanked Benton before the three of us entered the room. I didn't like it when he watched my drinking, but he was a very helpful person to learn from. He always seemed to know what to do. I was surprised when we were greeted by a round of applause. Hiro immediately placed his sake back on Benton's tray and bowed several times toward many of the people in the crowd, and to his father last. He also held his bow to his father longer. I put my sake on Benton's tray as well and tried to copy Hiro's movements. Mr. Watanabe and some of his Japanese associates applauded me as I did, and they returned my bows. So did Robbie, who was standing next to Mr. Watanabe, along with Boris, Sebastian, and the purple-haired boy. It seemed the Japanese party guests were not expecting bows from an English boy.

We took our sake back from Benton's tray and joined Mr. Watanabe, Robbie, his friend, and the Russian boys. I gave Robbie the sweetest kiss I could, and I hugged him. "It's so nice to see you here, Robbie!" I said, spilling a small amount of sake on the back of his blazer.

"You too," he said, a wide smile stretching his face. Then, turning to his friend, he said, "This is my mate Jacob. We rode with Kenji and Hiro for their victory drive." Jacob greeted me with a kiss.

"I need to give a toast to Mr. Watanabe, and I'm nervous," I whispered in Robbie's ear.

"Blimey mate," he said. "Better you than me!" That didn't help my confidence. A passing serving-man carrying a tray of sake stopped near Robbie. He took two, saying, "I guess we'll be needing something to drink then." He gave the second cup to his friend.

Kenji rushed up to his brother, and they stood face-to-face, smiling and giggling, but not touching. "You did very well, Brother!" he said. "You were very still, and you looked cute with Trevor. You even held your penis stiff the whole time without touching it! We were happy that you lasted the whole time. Papa was very proud!" I hadn't realized Hiro kept a boner while we were on display, though it shouldn't have surprised me. I couldn't remember anyone telling us that was part of our pose though.

I returned to my nervousness. I didn't know how I was supposed to start a toast. Mr. Watanabe was in front of me, smiling at me, and it seemed he wanted to talk to me. I whispered to Kenji, "I want to give a toast to your dad, but I don't know how… I mean, everybody's talking, and I'm nervous. I want him to hear me, but I don't want to be rude and interrupt everyone." He nodded with a bright smile. Then he turned to his dad and said something softly in Japanese. His father raised his hands and hushed the crowd. They all looked at me. I suddenly froze in terror.

Kenji seemed to notice my panic. He took my hand, the one that wasn't holding the sake cup, and he said very quietly to me, "It's ok, Trevor. He will be delighted with anything you say. He is a good man, and the others will do as he does. He does not want you to be afraid. He loves you already." I looked Kenji in the eye and nodded, trusting yet another person I hardly knew.

I held the sake cup with both hands, the way you're supposed to hold it, and I lifted it toward Mr. Watanabe, as he had done when he'd offered his toast earlier that evening. I took a deep breath, and spoke. "Mr… Mr. Watanabe, you've been, well, really nice to me and my friends. Oh, and very generous too. I mean, you've also been very generous. I mean it. From my heart, I mean. I just wanted to say thanks with a toast…" How did grown-ups do this? What did they say? "…Um, thank you, and a toast to your good health, Mr. Watanabe."

I could hardly sip my sake from embarrassment, but as I did, I heard calls of "Mr. Watanabe!" and "Here here!" from the group. This time, after sipping his sake, Mr. Watanabe bowed from his waist and said, "Thank you for your very kind words, Trevor. I bow to you now because such words from a child are more powerful and humbling than the same words from a mighty emperor. I know my boys will have a very good friend and mentor here at Frenetic. You have made me, as a father…"

His words were so much better than mine! And he was so nice! And he thought I was this brilliant kid who was going to make his sons' careers take off! And why didn't these people ever touch each other? I felt reckless again. Reckless, and a bit frustrated as well. Maybe it was the sake, but I didn't care. Right in the middle of his sentence, I put my sake cup on Benton's tray again and wrapped my arms around Mr. Watanabe's waist in a big hug. A hush fell over the people around him. I was sure I had done wrong by interrupting what he was saying, and probably being naked and hugging him was a horrible sign of disrespect to him, but I didn't understand all the words and the bowing and the not touching. Hugging him was something I could do that everyone should understand.

I felt a hand on my bare back, then another on the back of my neck. "Forgive an old man," he said softly. "It is easy to forget the pure language of children, which is not always spoken in words. You are not formal. You are pure, and your heart is not yet capable of dishonesty. I understand the love in your young heart, and I thank you with all the love in my old heart."

He held me in that embrace until I was ready to let go. He was smiling when I looked up, and so were the people around him. "People at Frenetic kiss all the time," I said. "Everybody kisses each other to show we love each other. Can I kiss you?"

He looked to his left and his right, and there was quiet gasping and soft, uncomfortable giggling among the crowd. He said, "I would… love that, and I would be proud to have so many good people see our kiss, Trevor." Then he bent down, and we kissed. "Now drink your sake, young Trevor, and you as well, Hiro! We are celebrating this evening!" We drank down our sake and returned to the area near the piano to dance again.

***

"I would be scolded if I did that in Japan," Hiro said during a break from our dancing. We had paused to have another cup of sake sent to us by Mr. Watanabe.

"Can't you even hug your own father?" I asked him.

"Of course we can," he said, "but it would not be proper to take hold of him in front of his business associates. We hug all the time at home, and when we're not around his business people. When we are in public, we act properly in public. When we are with Papa's business associates, we act properly as the proud sons of a powerful businessman. When we are at home, we act properly for our home, and that means hugging and sitting on Papa's lap and sometimes even teasing him!" He looked at his brother, and they both, once again, covered their mouths and giggled.

"But when Papa is not in Japan," said Kenji, "he tries to accept the customs of the country he is visiting. He expects us to act properly as Japanese boys when we are with him, but he welcomes gestures from others, like your hug and your kiss, because they are the custom here. But after he returns to Japan and we remain in England, he expects us to act like well-behaved English boys." "So, as long as he is here," I asked, with a bit of mischief in mind, "it's ok for me to act like an English boy, but you have to act like proper Japanese boys?"

"Yes," they both said.

I put a hand behind each of their necks and pulled them each in, one at a time, for a kiss, very sweet kisses at first, then moving back and forth, I kissed them more passionately, adding some tongue. "Ha ha!" I said, taunting them. "I can kiss you and you can't kiss me!" They looked at each other again and fell into another giggle fit.

Chapter 49
Homecoming

It's time to leave the party, and five naked boys (plus two more who will soon be naked) who have been enjoying generous amounts of sake pile into the back of a limousine for the ride back to the place Trevor now calls home. Before they leave Cockerel Manor, Mr. Eastman has a presentation he wants to make to Hiro and Trevor.
The boys stop at Randy's house to drop off Boris and Sebastian for the night before returning to the Frenetic lot, and Randy invites them inside to enjoy a tasty treat. Trevor learns there is yet another rule about adults not having sex with kids who have been drinking. He doesn't like it at all.

It was time for us to leave. Before letting us go, Mt. Eastman called us kids to gather around him and Mr. Watanabe next to the piano. After one of his important-sounding speeches, he presented Hiro and me each with a gold medal, on which was an image of Michelangelo's David, only he was clearly done up as a young boy. "When children participate in my living statuary," he said, "they are awarded these medals for successfully completing their twenty minutes, which is no small achievement for boys as young as yourselves," he said, shaking our hands. Hiro bowed deeply in thanks to Mr. Eastman. I just stared at my medal. It was beautiful! It was set in a decorative box for display, and in a small compartment behind the medal was a gold chain with a mount so we could wear them around our necks if we liked. Everyone cheered and applauded. Kenji and Mr. Watanabe were beaming with pride.

I stepped forward and whispered to Mr. Eastman, "But I didn't stay still the whole time. I forgot to growl, and I looked around when I shouldn't have." "Nonsense, boy!" he said. "So you weren't perfect. None of my statues are perfect. It's impossible! If you watch very carefully, you will see they all move slightly at one time or another, and you are only eight. Your feat was more impressive than theirs. That's why you get a medal, and they only get money. You've earned this medal, and I'll hear no more against it." He smiled kindly, and I kissed him. Hiro had been looking over his medal too. He bowed again at the waist to Mr. Eastman. "What, no kiss for your executive producer?" Hiro looked at me and giggled as if I were his brother. Then he kissed Mr. Eastman, and both smiled broadly.

"Pardon me Sir," I said, "but what does 'executive producer' mean?" Normally I would have been nervous to ask such a blunt question of such a powerful person, but the sake had made me a little careless with such things.

"Oh ho!" he said. "You should know that already, my boy. It means that I am in charge of all aspects of every production in the Children's Division."

"You mean, like a director, Sir?" What he said sounded like what Randy had told me about directing tomorrow's live performance.

"Not quite, young Trevor," he said. "All Frenetic productions have a director, whose job it is to make all artistic and editorial decisions for that production. They choose the cast, costumes, set, props, lighting, sound, technical and design personnel, everything. My job is to ensure that the product of our directors is of the highest quality. The directors create the art, and I oversee the art they've created. No film can be released by the Children's Division, or any other division within Frenetic if there are children anywhere in the film, without my approval. I also determine which screenplays will be made into films. All films in the Children's Division must get my approval before production begins. I rarely have to use it, but I do have authority to intervene in any production. I can tell a director that the music should be done over, or that a certain scene needs to be reshot with different lighting, things like that. But you see, we hire only the finest directors here at Frenetic, and that makes my job as executive producer quite easy." He leaned in to me and said with a quiet smile, "But we'll keep that just between us, ok?"

"Ok," I said.

"What keeps me far busier than my work as executive producer is my work as managing director of the Children's Division itself. We have a large business to run, you see, and that requires a lot of organization, and often tedious paperwork."

"So you're a businessman, like Mr. Watanabe?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied. "You could say that. He buys films from us, and then he sells them to other businesses for a profit, or he airs them on his cable networks. That is his business, or rather a small portion of his many businesses. I simply direct a division here at Frenetic, and I am executive producer for all child pornography that comes from Frenetic Studios. That is my business. Far less complicated, and I daresay a lot more fun," he added with a wink, "but Watanabe strikes me as a man who thrives on keeping very busy. Odd how he can be so calm all the time with the amount of work he does. I think I would find the stress a bit much at my age."

*** We all got our clothes back, cleaned, neatly folded, and bagged, before we left. I was feeling a little dizzy from all the sake, and so were the other boys. Benton did not dare restrict my drinking as much as he did on my party night, because Mr. Watanabe kept sending us all more and more sake. Benton seemed frustrated, but I think he wanted me to have the experience, and he didn't want to upset such an important guest as Mr. Watanabe. Drinking too much at celebrations seemed to be a tradition for Mr. Watanabe. I was grateful I wasn't filming a scene the next morning. Being dehydrated wasn't fun when it happened before, even though I got to meet Nurse Dan.

Mr. Watanabe let us boys use his personal limousine to get back to the Frenetic lot because we couldn't all fit in the car we had taken to the party. Our plan was to go to Randy's house first to drop Boris and Sebastian off, and then return to Frenetic to bring Hiro, Kenji, Robbie, Jacob, and me… home. It dawned on me that I really had a new home, and it was a lovely home.

Kenji told me that Jacob was the boy who had played with him during their victory drive. "Oh!" I said. "You're the one who shot your cum in Kenji's hair then?" Robbie and Jacob shared a laugh, but Kenji blushed. I'd embarrassed him, so I kissed him and said I was sorry.

I also learned from Robbie that he had just moved from his home in London into an empty two-bed room in the dormitory building on the third floor. "It was empty," he said as we left, "and it's boys only. My little brother will be moving in with me over the weekend. I wanted to look after him until he finds his own way at the studio. He got signed a few weeks ago, and we meant to move in together, but he's had mononucleosis, and he hasn't been able to begin working here yet. He might just fluff for a while and join the fall class of newcomers before doing any films. He hasn't decided. He's nervous, and he wants to do it right. He thinks maybe fluff work will give him good practice before he starts filming."

"Monocluni…" I couldn't pronounce it, and I'd never heard of it.

"Mononucleosis," he repeated. "Most people just call it 'mono.' Poor kid had such a terrible sore throat. He stayed in bed for weeks. He was too contagious to make porn for a long time too. You don't know how strange that is for such a hyper kid as my brother to be so knackered all the time. It was a bit depressing really. He's about your age, you know. You'll like him."

"Cool!" I said. If he was anything like his older brother, I was sure we'd be good friends. "What's his name?"

Robbie chuckled and said, "His name is also Robbie." "What?" "Yeah, I know it sounds strange," he said, "but his real name is Robin, Robin Christopher Mason, after Christopher Robin. Our parents liked Winnie the Pooh, but Little Robbie gets embarrassed about being named after Pooh's boy friend, so please don't tease him about his name, ok?"

"I promise," I said, thinking how horrible it would be to be mean to anyone at Frenetic.

"My real name is Robert Cornelius Mason," he continued, "after our grandad. I've actually got a number three after my name because I'm the third with that name, Robert C. Mason the Third, but I rarely use it. Grandad's mates call him Corny, Dad's mates always call him Robert, and I'm just Robbie. There's no need for numbers really." He gave me a look that told me he was a bit embarrassed about his name too, though I couldn't imagine why. I'd never known anyone named Cornelius though, and I'd never known anyone with a number at the end of his name.

"Little Robbie and I have our own separate friends, and they started calling each of us Robbie, all on their own, and it sort of stuck. We're very close as brothers, so we thought it was ok to share the same nickname. We call him Little Robbie so people know who we're talking about. Thing is, he looks dead- on like I did at his age, and the studio have some weird ideas for us about some strange time-travel thing, or maybe flashback scenes where he plays me when I was younger. I don't understand it yet, but they're thinking of doing the time travel thing in this St. Felix series if it takes off. And it will, mate, because you're in it!" He gave me a kiss, and I blushed.

***

Seven drunk, naked boys in the back of a limousine. You know we had a fun drive, and we took the long way to Randy's house. It took us less than a minute to get Robbie and Jacob naked once we were done talking. The rest of us had remained undressed since the party. We spent at least an hour driving aimlessly through London. I deep-throated Robbie and Jacob, just to show them I could do it. "Blimey, Trevor!" was all Robbie could say. Jacob said nothing at all, but he came very quickly, and I added the taste of another boy's cum to my palate.

At one point, Boris opened the sunroof and lifted Kenji in a sort of upside-down hug, but really it was a standing 69 position. Boris' upper body and Kenji's lower body protruded through the sunroof as Boris sucked Kenji's cock. (The nights had been warm in London that mid-July week.) Inside the car, we could see that Kenji had difficulties wiggling and giggling, and he was not really paying enough attention to Boris' cock. So Boris punished him by setting him on the roof of the car with his legs hanging down through the sunroof and blowing him with all the power and skill a boy with Boris' experience had. Kenji was left screaming and kicking through the streets of London as pedestrians on the pavements looked on, some cheering, some with their mouths hanging open. Boris did not stop when Kenji came either. Kenji made quite a scene for the onlookers.

I wanted to send Boris and Sebastian off with something special. Boris stood up again while I deep- throated him. I tried to teach Hiro and Kenji how to do it, and they tried, but they kept gagging, and when they weren't gagging, they just couldn't do it. So I bent over the back seat and asked Boris to fuck me. He made me beg him first, and I had to beg properly! "Boris, mightiest of Russians, with your cock so massive, I beg you with ass held high, please do me the honor of pounding my ass until I scream!"

With the Japanese boys giggling hysterically, Boris obliged, saying "Not stopping for scream, Trevor Boy."

I asked Sebastian to sit in front of me while Boris fucked me so I could suck him off. I think he knew how important this felt to me, so he did. I'm sure he wanted to be the bottom, but he could bottom for Boris and Randy anytime. I sucked him as well as I could, trying not to pay as much attention to Boris' cock in my ass as I did to Sebastian's pleasure. He still had a small boy cock, so it was always all the way inside my mouth, and I worked my tongue around it, tickling his foreskin and cock head. He ran his fingers through my hair, and he began to moan. He leaned forward, and he and Boris kissed over my back, which made it very difficult for me to continue sucking Sebastian, so they turned me over on my back. Then it became more of a face-fuck for Sebastian. I liked this position because I could use my legs to keep my ass lined up with Boris' cock, but still I tried to pay attention to Sebastian. They were kissing over my body, and that filled me with love and happiness. I think they felt a lot of love because they both came soon after taking the position. I was only sorry I couldn't see Sebastian's sweet face from where my head was. His honest orgasm face had filled me with so much love earlier that day.

Hiro had been mostly an audience member while all of this was going on. I liked that. I wanted Hiro to have a special experience. Kenji and Hiro were not afraid to touch each other when their father wasn't around, but never sexually. (I imagined touching Ian if he were naked, even non-sexually, and it made me want to puke!) While The Russian boys and I were playing, the Japanese boys were just watching, sometimes touching us and caressing us. Robbie and Jacob mostly looked on and smiled.

***

When we arrived at Randy's house, he invited the seven of us in. He told me how things had gone with Mum. He said she was drunk, and she didn't care where I lived. I pressed him for details, because I sensed he was holding something back. "I don't want to upset you, Hawk, but it got ugly," Randy told me in a somber tone. "She said some very ugly things. It was the gin talking, Hawk. You have become successful, and her life is dreadful. Normally, parents are happy when their kids do better than they did, but sometimes, parents in a bad situation can become jealous of their kids, and that's what this looks like. The gin makes a mess of those feelings, and drunk people always say stupid things. She put your things in a few boxes, which I had sent to your dorm room. Ian was delighted to have the room to himself."

He thought that would upset me? "Good!" I said with a smile, not a fake one either, but perhaps a bit of a drunken one. "I can't wait till she really sees the back of me!" I turned around on the settee and wiggled my bare ass at the group. "You didn't tell her we were making child porn, did you?" I asked.

"Of course not, Hawk," he said. "That's for you to decide, where, when, and how, though I suggest you do it before the promotional material for St. Felix Academy starts to circulate next week. We advertise in places where your mother is not likely to see the adverts, but she might be flipping through the television channels late one night and see you. It would be better if she found out in a way that you want her to find out."

"I just want to see her face when she finds out," I said. "Maybe I should ask Raoul to come along though. She might throw a few things!" I giggled.

"We can arrange that," said Randy, to my surprise. "Your safety comes first."

Then I remembered the live show. "Oh Randy!" I said. "Can King Khan be in the live show tomorrow, just for a few minutes?" Hiro and Kenji looked at each other curiously. "Only I need someone to deliver the boys to the king. He wouldn't need a costume. He would be naked the whole time. He would bring them out with their leashes, get a quick blow job from Yuko, and leave."

"I will see if he is available," he said. "This is very short notice for him. He is busy with his talent agent work, sorting out the next class who will be starting in the fall. He's also directing a film, though I don't know his shooting schedule."

"Ok," I said. "But if he's not available, could you ask Pao Pao? Or maybe even Roddney?" "Sure Hawk," he said. King Khan, Pao Pao, and Roddney had played three Polynesian men in the first film shoot I'd ever seen at Frenetic. I was fluffing for Sebastian, who was also in the scene. All three of the men had really big porn star cocks, and all looked like they could be from a far off land, like Hiro and Kenji.

I went to Randy and kissed him. I rubbed his cock through his trousers and undid his zip, fishing around inside for his treasure. He gently took my forearm, almost caressing it with both hands, and pulled it away. "Hawk, you've had quite a bit to drink tonight. Benton kept me informed. I'm glad that you celebrated in the way that Mr. Watanabe wanted. I think it's good for you to learn Japanese culture and traditions, but an adult must never have sex with a child when either of them has had a lot to drink. It's another important rule that you will understand in time. You cannot give permission for an adult to have sex with you unless you are sober. It doesn't count as permission if you've been drinking."

I looked at him and suddenly felt sad. He had never said no before. "I'm not drunk," I said, louder than I meant to. I was not like Mum! She fell over sometimes, and sometimes she made no sense when she spoke. I realized it was strangely difficult to form my words when I spoke, but I was sure I was still making sense. I was a little dizzy, but I hadn't fallen over!

"I know, Hawk, but the rule still applies. I believe you have had a lot to drink, and that's ok for tonight, but it means I can't have sex with you, or with any of you boys. Mr. Watanabe was very generous with the sake tonight. You can play with each other, but not with an adult."

Without expecting it, I began to cry. I wanted to give him a nice deep throat blowjob, and he wouldn't let me! "Don't you like my deep throat?" I asked him.

"Hawk, I love your deep throat!" he said. "I've never felt anything like it! And I've never known a nearly-nine-year-old boy who could do that for me! But I cannot put my sexual pleasure over my professional ethics and your personal well-being. You need to know that this would be the same as touching you sexually without asking, because now if I asked, and you said yes, there is no way to know for sure if you are only saying yes because you've been drinking. You might not understand. I expect you don't understand, but it has to be that way." He hugged me until I stopped sobbing. "I love you Hawk. I love you in ways you can't imagine. And when you are sober, I would love it if you give me that deep-throat blowjob any time, if you still want to, as long as I'm not in a meeting or something, ok?" I nodded.

"Ok," he said, "I think it's time for a special treat." He went to the kitchen and put a scoop of vanilla ice cream in each of eight glasses. Then he filled the glasses with root beer. We sat around the table, and he gave us each a glass with a drinking straw and a spoon. They were covered in a thick foam, much thicker than I'd ever seen in a root beer. "This is called a root beer float, and I think they're fantastic!"

Hiro and Kenji looked at each other, apparently not knowing what to do, whether to drink through the straw first or to begin eating the ice cream with the spoon. They looked around and saw each of us doing something different. Then they looked at each other, shrugged, and of course giggled, before digging in. Hiro took his spoon to the ice cream, and Kenji sipped through his straw first. Randy swirled his ice cream in his root beer with his straw first. I picked up my glass and slurped some of the foam off. It was delicious!

*** Soon it was time for us to leave. I kissed Boris and Sebastian goodbye, and I cried a little more. I was still afraid of losing my new best friends, who were a lot like real brothers, but they were wonderful, like older brothers are supposed to be, I think. They said they would stay overnight with me sometimes in my big bed, and I would be spending my weekends at Randy's house, so I felt better.

We drove straight to the Frenetic complex, for the first time using the residents' entrance near the dormitory. The driver carried our bags with our clean and folded clothes into the lobby along with another bag containing Robbie and Jacob's clothes, which were neither folded nor clean. "Good evening, Mr. Hawk, Mr. Mason, Mr. Hampton, Mr. Watanabe, and Mr. Watanabe," said the woman at the front desk, as if counting us off and marking attendance.

The driver set our bags on the desk because he was not allowed beyond that point in the children's dorm. Before he left, I jumped up on him with my arms around his neck and kissed him, saying "Thank you for driving us!" His reaction surprised me. He held his arms out sideways, and he looked frightened, not happy. Hiro and Kenji had another giggle fit as the driver left.

The woman at the desk also seemed to be stifling a giggle. She explained that the driver did not work for Frenetic, and he didn't know of our kissing customs. Of course he didn't! I had forgotten we had arrived in Mr. Watanabe's car, not the one we had taken from the Frenetic motor pool. I felt sorry that, by showing love to him, I had made Mr. Watanabe's driver uncomfortable.

"Oh yes," said the woman at the desk, "I have a message for you, Mr. Hawk. Rhys from the costume shop called to say you three can go any time tonight to get fitted for your performance tomorrow afternoon." Hiro and Kenji are the happiest boys I've ever known. The news that they had a fitting positively filled them with delight!

"Oh, do you two want to go now for the fitting?" I asked them.

They looked at each other and nodded. "But shouldn't we wear something to walk there?" Kenji asked.

"You can wear something if you like, but I'm going as I am," I said. "You'll just have to take it off once we get there." They giggled at each other again. Robbie and Jacob left for their rooms, with kisses all around, and we left for the costume shop.

"I will have your bags sent to your rooms," said the woman at the desk.

Chapter 50
Fitting

Trevor and the Watanabe brothers visit Rhys in the costume shop to try on their costumes for the live performance the following day. Rhys has made a few recommendations, and Trevor is learning to trust the professionals in his life. Hiro and Kenji seem concerned when they learn there will be a girl named Yuko in the performance with them. Trevor assures them it won't be a problem, but he keeps the reason to himself.

We walked in the dark from the dormitory building to the main studio building and into the costume shop. Rhys greeted us with his smiling exuberance. "Oh! I'm so glad you three lovely cuties could make it here tonight!" he said.

"Rhys, this is Hiro, and this is his brother Kenji," I said. "Kenji, Hiro, this is Rhys."

"So nice to meet you adorable boys in person," said Rhys. "I got a call from Cockerel Manor with Hiro and Kenji's sizes after they were fitted for their suits, so these should fit just fine, maybe just a nip or a tuck. Trevor, you are going to love this, and you boys are going to look very, very sexy!" He knelt down and helped each of us into our sparkly, shiny, sexy bikini knickers. "Oh!" he said with true Shakespearian drama, "Oh my! Don't you boys look fabulous? I hope you don't mind, but I made a few more changes to the cut that I thought you'd like. I lifted the side-straps and scooped the front and back to give them more of a curvy look. Now they have higher sides with a sort of plunging belly line. Do you like it?"

I nodded, speechless as the three of us stood gazing into the three-way mirror. These were so much sexier than I'd imagined. I asked the boys to turn around so I could see how much ass cheek was showing, and I could feel my cock hardening. The cut in the back was exactly where I had drawn my line. Rhys put his fingers under my leg openings and worked his way around and said, "Yes, that's a wonderful fit." My own ass had never looked so good! He ran his fingers under Hiro's bikini and said, "That's a bit snug, sweetie. Are you comfortable? Would you like it to be a little roomier?"

"No Sir," he said. "These are very sexy! I think if they are tight, that makes them more sexy."

"My name is Rhys," he said with a smile, "not Sir, ok sweetie?" Hiro nodded. He had a look at Kenji's bikini and said, "Oh my! This one looks just perfect, don't you think?"

Kenji turned in front of the mirrors and nodded. "It looks nice Rhys," he said.

Rhys smiled and said, "I have something for you boys," he said. He showed a second pair of identical knickers to Kenji and Hiro, saying, "Those are for you to keep. The studio keeps all costumes used in shows, so I made each of you an extra pair that you can keep as your own. You keep the ones you're wearing, and I'll have these waiting for you in the dressing room."

Hiro and Kenji bowed at the waist as they accepted the gift. "Thank you, Mr. Rhys," they said. "Oh stop it!" he said with his permanent and genuine smile. "Call me Rhys." "I thought you two were supposed to act like English boys while you were here," I said. Naturally, they looked at each other and giggled.

"Yes, you are right, Trevor," said Kenji. "Thanks Rhys," he said, this time without bowing. "These really are sexy and beautiful."

"Yes, thanks Rhys," said Hiro, clearly trying not to bow. If it's possible to bow with the eyes only, Hiro did.

"I have a crown and a few robes for you to try too," he said to me. He took a robe from a hanger and wrapped it around me. It was beautiful! It was also surprisingly heavy. Then he put the crown on my head. It was also a little heavier than I expected, but very well padded, and not uncomfortable. I stepped in front of the three-way mirror for a good look. The robe was longer than I was tall, so quite a bit of it dragged on the floor. "Oh that looks simply gorgeous!" said Rhys. "I have another robe I'd like you to try." He removed the first replaced it with a much lighter, simpler, and slightly shorter one. "There are a few reasons why this one might work better for you," he said. "You won't be stepping on it when you walk, so it's safer, and safety comes first. You could easily trip and fall in the other one."

"Oh that's ok," I said. "I won't be wearing the robe when I walk. I will be climbing out of it when I first stand up from the throne." This robe was dark red with gold lace trim. It had strange red flaps sitting on the shoulder and a tall red collar with gold trim. "Ok," he said, "but I'd like you to think about one more thing. That first robe looks very regal and very important. You look like a real king wearing that one." I nodded. "But I think what you might really want is to look like a sexy king. I think this one does that better than the first one with all the fur. When the front of that one is open, it's still difficult to see anything unless it's open wide. With the gold lace trim on this one, just a little peek is all the audience needs to see. You can keep this one on as you stand and then pause a few beats before slipping out of it. Let them drink in your sexy gorgeousness before revealing everything."

"I see what you mean," I said. He was right about the bikinis, and he was a professional, so I decided to trust his judgement about how sexy the robe looked on me. "I'll use this one."

"Well that's that problem solved!" he said with excitement. "That leaves just a few more things. Can you boys come here, for a sec?" he asked Hiro and Kenji. Rhys sat in a chair, and I noticed two collars on the table next to him. "This is very important, boys," he said. "These go around your necks, so they need to be perfectly comfortable and not tight at all, so you tell me if anything feels too tight." They nodded obediently. He positioned Hiro in front of him with the boy's back facing toward him. He wrapped the collar around Hiro's neck and said, "There, how does that feel, sweetie?"

Rhys poked two fingers between the collar and Hiro's neck as he answered, "Fine. It feels just fine."

"Ok, that feels loose enough, but it doesn't look loose," said Rhys. "Ok Kenji, your turn." Kenji stepped in front of Rhys with his back toward him. Rhys went through the same procedure and determined his collar was also good. "Oh those bikinis do look marvelous from this angle!" said Rhys, looking over Kenji's cute butt. "That revealing curve over their little bums was just perfect, Trevor sweetie! Have you ever considered going into costume design?" He made me giggle almost as much as Hiro and Kenji!

"Ok," said Rhys, "you two boys stand side by side, good." Rhys walked me around behind Hiro and Kenji. The view was breathtaking. "Now Trevor, I need to show you how these leashes work. They are covered with the same shiny lame material as the bikinis, and that material stretches. The boys' collars do not stretch, so this is a safety feature. The leashes have a rope in their core for most of their length, but the last six inches [15 cm] have only padding. That means the last six inches [15 cm] can stretch." He connected the clasp at the end of each leash to the two collars. "This hardware also has a special feature," he said. "Boys, you will feel me pulling on your leashes, but I want you to stand still, ok?" They both nodded. "Now watch carefully when I give this a good tug," said Rhys. "I'm going to count down now. Three, two, one…" He pulled sharply on the leashes. But instead of pulling the boys' necks back, the clasps seemed to have broken and let go. "You see? That is a safety release," he said. "If the leash is pulled too hard, the clasp will separate and release from the collar. Now how did that feel, boys?"

"It was ok," said Kenji, smiling and nodding.

"You know," said Rhys, "that in scenes like this, it is always the boy in the leash who directs the movement, not the person holding the leash."

"Oh, like dragging someone by the hair?" I asked.

"Yes, it's the same principle," he said. "Now I'm going to need these back," he said as he removed the collars from Hiro and Kenji. "That leaves just one more item," he said. "Your boots, Trevor. You wanted big boots with fur lining. I have your shoe size. I have long boots, but I added the fur lining myself. I had to guess a bit how much that would change the boot size. We might need to work a little to get a proper fit."

"Ok," I said, feeling excited at how this was all coming together.

Rhys showed me two pairs of boots, both black, and both with fur lining. One was long, and the other was shorter, but quite ornate. I tried on the shorter boots first and stepped up to the mirror. I took down my sexy sparkly pink bikini knickers so I could see myself naked in them. Then I asked for the robe and the crown so I could see them all together. They had looked pretty good to me when I tried them on separately, and Rhys liked them too, but I wanted to see them with the long boots. I like long socks, and I thought long boots might look nicer too. I sat on Rhys' lap while he pulled them over my feet and up each leg. Then he did up a row of brown fasteners on each boot. He asked me to walk around a bit so he could see how they looked. "Oh heavens!" he said. "Your legs are lovely!"

I walked up to the mirror, and I couldn't help getting another boner. It felt natural now to get a boner in front of people, and I wasn't embarrassed anymore. These boots made my legs look amazing! The tops were just below my knees. I wanted to jump into the mirror and make love to that boy's sexy body! "Ooh! I think we have our decision, don't we Trevor?" asked Rhys. I nodded slowly, enjoying the sight in the mirror. It was still difficult to see myself as a truly sexy boy, but there I was, as sexy as any boy on the film lot.

Rhys put the crown back on my head and wrapped the robe around me so I could see the effect. I held it closed tight, then open, and then open just a little. When it was open just a little, I could see a tiny part of my knees and inner thighs, the inner part of the boots, my cock, and the middle of my belly on up, all framed by the sparkly gold lace. That was the perfect look!

"You won't be taking these boots off during the performance, will you?" he asked. "It would be very time-consuming and awkward. If you go with these boots, you should plan to leave them on for the whole performance."

"Oh I'm not taking these off," I said. "I mean, just look! Would you want me to take them off?" I asked. He chuckled and agreed they made me look much sexier.

"That robe has such wonderful movement too," he said. "It seems a shame for you to climb out of it so soon." I decided to give it some thought.

Rhys tapped something into his laptop computer, which was sitting on the table next to him. "Now the cast list shows that you will have two more actors in the live performance," he said. "But there's a note here from Randy that says Khan is not available for the show. I am supposed to ask you if Pao Pao would be ok." I nodded, and he typed. "And just to be sure, Pao Pao and Yuko have no costumes at all?" he asked. "They will be naked for the whole show?"

"Yes, that's right," I said.

"Yuko?" asked Hiro. "That is a Japanese girl's name. Will there be a Japanese girl in this show?" he asked. "Well, sort of," I said. "You will meet her later, and you can decide how much of a girl you think she is. She will be our roommate, so you will meet her tonight. She's really lovely."

Both brothers looked slightly confused and a little concerned. "We wanted to be in a room with you, Trevor," said Kenji, "but we have spent very little time with girls. In Japan we went to a boys' school, and our friends were boys." He looked at Hiro, who appeared worried. "You are the director, of course. We will follow your script as you require."

I chuckled quietly and said, "It will be just fine. You'll see."

"Ok then," said Rhys. "You can wear those cute bikinis back to your dormitories, and I will have these two waiting for you in the dressing room tomorrow, along with the robe, the crown, and the boots. I will need to keep the collars and leashes too. They will be waiting for you tomorrow. You will have a dresser in your dressing room to help you with the collars and the boots."

"They will be in a dresser drawer?" I asked.

"Oh you are precious!" Rhys laughed. "No hun. A dresser is a person who helps you get dressed. You'll need a hand getting into those boots before the show tomorrow. Your dresser will see to that."

I was fascinated by all the new things I'd been learning, but I felt oddly embarrassed to have made such a mistake in front of Hiro and Kenji.

Chapter 51
New Family

Trevor, Kenji, and Hiro return to the dorm building after being fitted for their live performance the following day. They meet all of their roommates finally in room 46. Trevor meets Igi (short for Igitioluwotilaiye, which Trevor can’t pronounce or spell without help, even at age twelve), and he already knew Yvgenia, Yuko, Shlomo, and Adrian. The Watanabe boys meet everyone for the first time. They are a little nervous when they meet the girl they will have to perform with in their scene the following day, but we know something about Yuko that they don't ;-) . They learn a little of everyone's history – why Igi and Yuko left their home countries and wound up in the UK, how child porn might have saved a delinquent like Adrian from a life of senseless violence and drinking (will Trevor wear his Arsenal jersey ever again?), why Shlomo and Adrian were so small for their ages, and just how versatile Yvgenia could be on-camera. (The girl version of Sebastian?)

We all kissed Rhys and thanked him for his excellent job of making us look sexy before walking back to the dormitory building. The night air in July was warm, and it was perfectly comfortable to be walking around naked, or nearly so. Only a few days earlier I would have wanked to such a fantasy - walking around naked in public - but this was my new life, and the incredible had become the everyday in many ways. I saw Roy, the camera operator, entering the pub as we walked past. I waved to him and blew him a kiss. As he smiled and waved back, I thought briefly about the end of summer, and how the weather would soon make it impossible to walk around naked outside. It wasn't a happy thought, but I was enjoying the evening, and I decided not to get upset about it.

It was about 10:30, and house rules at the dormitory said our lights should be off at 11:00. The three of us were excited to meet our roommates, but that didn't give us much time to get to know them before we had to go to bed. When we entered room 46, Shlomo was lying in his bed under his blankets, dutifully reading his slave pamphlets, and Yvgenia was lying naked on top of her blankets, reading a book. Yuko was standing at the foot of her bed, locked in a deep kiss with a naked black girl of about thirteen, who looked just like the girl in the painting above the last bed in that row, next to Yuko's bed.

"Master!" called Shlomo as he sprang out of bed to kneel in front of me. He hugged my legs and kissed the sequin flame on the bulge of my sexy pink bikini knickers from Rhys. I noticed his leash was on my shelf where I had left it when I dismissed him before going to Hiro and Kenji's party. He was wearing his collar and cuffs too. As he hugged me, he developed another of his enormous stiffies.

"Heel, boy," I said. He knelt at my side, and wrapped his arms around my leg in a happy hug. I could feel his hard, bouncy cock rubbing against my leg. He wasn't humping my leg like a horny dog or anything, but I think we both liked it there.

All of this happened very fast, and Hiro and Kenji looked confused. They looked from Shlomo to Yvgenia, back to the two kissing girls, and then at each other. I thought I could sense some discomfort from them, but I decided to go on saying hi to everyone and introducing them.

"Yuko!" I called to her when she finished kissing the girl. "This is Kenji Watanabe, and this is his brother Hiro Watanabe, the brothers I told you about. Boys, this is Yuko. Yuko…"

"Yuko Sato," she said as she approached the brothers, offering them a quick bow of her head, which they returned. Their dad wasn't there, but I guessed it was ok for them to act like Japanese boys when they were around other Japanese people.

Yuko was wearing a skimpy pair of knickers, and to my astonishment, I could see no sign of her cock bulging through. "Don't you two look sexy! Look at those cute bikinis!" she said with excitement to the Watanabe brothers. "I can't wait till our performance tomorrow. It will be so much fun! They said your father was paying for it. Is that really true?"

"Yes it is," said Kenji, bowing briefly from the waist this time. Yuko returned his bow with a brief nod of her head. Kenji lacked the same sense of enthusiasm that Yuko showed. "Our father is very proud that his sons have been accepted to work with Frenetic, and he wanted this live performance to be a celebration. Many members of our family and many of Papa's business associates will be there too."

"You don't seem very happy," said Yuko. "Is something wrong? Don't you want to do the show?"

Hiro seemed to be looking at the floor, or possibly he was holding his head in a bow. I couldn't tell. "My brother and I, we have not been around girls," said Kenji. "We have no experience with girls our age, and certainly not older girls such as yourself. We went to a boys' school in Japan. Our friends were all boys. We have always played with boys, and several teenage boys and men too. With our lack of experience, we hope we can perform satisfactorily to please a girl such as yourself." He bowed from the waist again.

Yuko giggled cutely, then apologized with a quick bow from the waist, remembering the seriousness of the situation. "You have nothing to worry about, sexy boy!" she said. "Just think of me as one of the boys." She pulled down her knickers, revealing her cock, which had been tucked away between her legs.

Kenji gasped with surprise. Hiro looked up to see what was happening. Then he also gasped. Yuko had a good laugh. "Then you are a boy!" said Kenji.

"Oh no, I am a girl." Hiro and Kenji seemed utterly baffled by this statement. "I am as much a girl as our friend Igi here," she said, indicating the black girl, who smiled and waved. "You boys have never met a transgender person, have you?" "I am sorry," said Kenji. "Please excuse our ignorance," he said, looking at his brother, "but we have not heard that word before." Both boys bowed at the waist in apology. "We do not know what that word means, and we have never met a boy who says he is a girl. We do not mean to be rude…"

"Oh no," said Hiro, shaking his head and finishing with a bow, "never rude."

"We hope we can learn from you," finished Kenji with yet another bow. I was beginning to wonder how long conversations normally took in Japan if they had to keep stopping to bow. I also wondered how normal this was. I would try to ask Yuko or the boys about bowing some time.

"I will tell you all about being transgender," said Yuko, briefly returning the bow, "but first we need proper introductions. This is Igi," she said, indicating the girl she had been kissing. "She also lives in this room. Igi, this is Hiro and Kenji, and I don't think you have met Trevor here either."

"No I have not," said Igi with a heavy foreign accent. "It is a great pleasure to meet you three boys," she said, offering each of us a kiss. There were those soft, full, thick, lovely black African lips again! I might be gay, but I would always kiss any girl with lips like that.

"I'm sorry if it's rude, but may I ask where you are from?" I inquired.

She laughed and said, "I come from my home in Sheffield!" She looked at Yuko, who tried not to giggle too much. "But that is not the meaning of your question, is it?" I shook my head, feeling a little regret that I had asked. "Don't worry, dear. You are curious, and that is not rude. I was born and raised in Nigeria. My family moved to the United Kingdom three or four years ago."

I was curious about the rest of her story, and I would ask her another time, but I wanted to introduce the two happiest brothers in the world to the girl who really needed more happiness in her life. "It's very nice to meet you, Igi," I said. "I hope you can tell me more about Nigeria soon."

"It would be my pleasure," she said. "I miss my village, and talking about it makes me feel like I am there again."

I led the boys to Yvgenia's bed while Yuko and Igi returned to their kissing. Yvgenia had sat up when she heard us talking. Shlomo crawled on all fours at my side. I hadn't told him to do that, but I think he wanted to. When we arrived, he resumed his position hugging my leg.

"Hi Yvgenia!" I said to her with a smile.

"Hi Trevor," she replied in her customary monotone.

"This is Kenji Watanabe and his brother Hiro," I told her. "We learned today that the Harlow brothers are moving to America, so now the Watanabe brothers will be staying here instead. Kenji and Hiro, this is Yvgenia, and she is not from Greece. She is my friend."

I gave Hiro a look as he began to bow, and he straightened up right away, saying, "Very nice to meet you, Vev… Yevevg…"

"Her name is Yvgenia, Brother," said Kenji. "It is very nice to meet you, Yvgenia. That is a Russian name, isn't it? Are you Russian?" "I guess so," she nodded, perking up just the tiniest bit, it seemed.

I kissed her and said, "I love you Yvgenia." I waved Hiro and Kenji to join me and kiss her as well. "We kiss a lot at Frenetic to show our love for everyone," I said to them. I saw the title of the book she was reading. It was called Juvenile Diabetes for Juveniles: How All Those Shots Will Save Your Life. No wonder she seemed depressed again. I felt sad for her.

"Yvgenia, I've told you I didn't know a lot about girls' bodies and sex and stuff," I said, "but Hiro and Kenji have even less experience. It would be lovely if you could help us learn. I mean, you like boys, right?"

"I'm not a lesbian, if that's what you mean," she said, still in her monotone voice.

"Well, sort of," I said. "I mean, you can't work now until your diabetes gets sorted, so maybe you can help us learn, and it could be just like working? You could even charge us for lessons!"

She gave off a faint hint of a smile. "I'll think about it, ok? Right now I don't want any sex at all. I just don't feel like it. Maybe I will tomorrow. Maybe not." She didn't say anything about my offer to pay her for sex like a prostitute, though looking back on it, I feel a little guilty for having said that. Still, it wasn't ordinary prostitution I had asked for. It was more like tuition that I was offering. I wonder if all these thoughts went through her mind. I over-think things sometimes, and maybe this is an example.

"Maybe one day you could just lie back while we look over your body to learn about girls? It would be like a doctor examining you. You could listen to music, or read a book even, but I hope it would be a happier book than the one you're reading now," I suggested. "That's not really having sex, and it would help us a lot when we have scenes with girls to know where all the nice, good-feeling parts are and all."

"I suppose, if you want to."

"If she doesn't want to do that for you, remember me, you cutie boys!" said Igi.

I wanted so badly to cheer Yvgenia up, or at least to take her mind off her diabetes for just a little while. Hiro and I told her about our experience as living statues. "You did that?" she asked, sounding surprised. "You were one of those people, I mean two of those people who has to be still for twenty minutes in the statuary room?"

"Yes," said Hiro with a wide smile. "If you're a kid and you make it through the whole twenty minutes, you get a gold medal! You should try it some time. It's not easy, but it feels wonderful when you are finished!"

"They might let you do that at Cockerel Manor," I added, "even if they don't let you work here at the studio."

"It sounds boring to hold still for twenty minutes," she said.

"Yeah," I said, "that part can be boring, but people can touch you, and it made me more and more horny the longer we were there. When everyone is watching me and touching me, That really turns me on. And my cock was just sitting there in Hiro's mouth, and I couldn't move it! Sometimes I accidentally moved it a tiny bit, and I thought I would explode!"

"That used to turn me on too," she said, "being watched and touched, all that. Maybe when I'm feeling better I'll talk to Mr. Eastman and see if he wants me to try it."

"If you want to pose with a boy," I said, "you can always pose with me!" "Or me," said Hiro. "Or me," said Kenji. "Or all of us!" I said. That made her smile, and my heart leapt! I kissed her and hugged her, and said to her, "I love you Yvgenia. You're my friend, and if I can help you feel better, or if I can help you with your diabetes, or maybe hold your hand when you have to get another shot, I want to do that, ok?"

"Ok," she said, smiling at me. "That's so sweet of you!" She kissed me.

I turned back to Kenji and Hiro and said, "I don't think you've met my pet boy."

"Pet boy?" asked Kenji. "I wondered why he was acting like a cute puppy. He is very cute."

"His name is Shlomo," I said, "and he is wearing my collar. That means I own him. He is my slave, but I just want him to be my pet boy. I don't want to do mean things to him like people do to proper slaves, but I want to make sure he's trained to obey me."

"If you keep a slave in Japan," said Kenji, looking frightened, "you will go to prison for many years. I am surprised you can do that here. I thought it was illegal around the world!"

"Oh he's not that kind of slave," I explained. "I didn't force him to become my slave. He wants to be my slave, and if he wants to stop being my slave, that's the end of it. He is always free. I have a lot to learn about how it works, but it turns him on to serve me. Just look at his big boner. Obeying me is like sex to him."

"Oh," said the brothers, looking at each other. obviously still confused by the whole thing.

"Watashi wa anata ga otokonoko wa hont?ni kawa? to omou!" said a voice from behind us. Hiro and Kenji turned around and giggled at Yuko.

"Soshite anata wa totemo kireidesu! Ashita wa watashitachi ni totte tanosh? tsuitachi ni narimasu!" said Kenji.

"I think you are very pretty too!" said Hiro to Yuko.

"Papa says it is impolite to speak in a language that others in the room do not understand," said Kenji. "But it will be very nice to speak in our own language with you another time," he said, offering a head bow, which Yuko returned, followed by Hiro's quick head bow to her. Shlomo had begun to feel like an anchor to me. As long as he was hugging my leg, it was difficult for me to walk around the room and mingle. "Shlomo," I said, "you are dismissed from your slave duties for now. It is time for us to visit and get to know each other."

"Yes Master. Thank you Master," he said before standing up and kissing me with his even sweeter little lips.

We sat around one of the larger tables, with one seat remaining empty. Adrian finally joined us just before lights-out. I learned that we turned our own lights out, so we could be a little late if we like, and the rule only said the main room lights had to be out. There was no rule about reading lights or other small lights, and there was no rule that said we had to go to bed. But if someone did go to bed, we had to be quiet and not disturb them. And if someone had work to do in the morning but hadn't gotten enough sleep because they'd stayed up too late, the studio would send people to their room to carry them to the set. Some kids did it just for fun. By the time their FSP got them ready, they were wide- awake and ready for work.

Adrian went around the room and kissed us all, one at a time. I introduced him to Hiro and Kenji, who smiled broadly when Adrian kissed them. "These little buggars are bloody cute! I heard the Harlows weren't coming back, and a new pair of brothers were moving in, but I hadn't heard how bloody sexy they were." The brothers looked down and giggled. "Are you two really that bashful? You'll soon be cured of that, trust me! Blimey Trevor, they're having me on, aren't they? Acting all shy and cute like that." I looked him in the eye, shook my head, slowly smiled, and got another hard stiffy. He was right. Their shyness made them even sexier.

We stayed around the table talking long after the lights were out. I learned that Igi was short for Igitioluwotilaiye, which I still can't pronounce or even spell without help. Her family had fled Nigeria to escape ahead of approaching terrorists. She said they called themselves the Boko Haram, and young girls were not safe anymore. Her father was an oncologist - a cancer doctor. He was able to get a UK medical license and settle his family in Sheffield. She missed her friends in Nigeria, and she wanted to try something new, to make more friends, which she was finding difficult at her school in Sheffield as a black immigrant. Her mum found an advert seeking kids to make child porn films. It was from one of the low-class production houses, but she did her research and learned which were the quality studios to work for. She was one of only two black girls who had active contracts with Frenetic, so she got a lot of work. I thought to myself she was probably the prettiest as well.

I also learned that Yvgenia had a reputation as a girl version of Sebastian. Well, nearly. She could take nearly anything up her ass, and it made her scream wildly. She couldn't deep throat though. She had given her virginity on camera to Sebastian only a month earlier. She'd made a lot of money for doing that, but she said she didn't do it for the money. Sebastian was a special boy to her, and she wanted to share that moment in her life with the rest of the world. Her parents signed her permission slip, and it was all done. She wanted to show us the video, but we weren't allowed to have the telly on after 11:00. She said she wanted to show me the next chance we had because I was her newest friend, and she wanted to share that moment with me. I remembered how important that moment was for Hannah, the Australian girl, but I think she seemed a little bonkers in the end.

Shlomo was born prematurely in a London hospital. He said that's why he's so small for his age. (It didn't explain his cuteness though, or his bizarrely huge cock.) He had worn glasses since long before he could remember. His family were Jewish immigrants from New York City. His mother wasn't happy that he worked in child porn, but his father was very proud of his boy's success. He liked doing scenes with men and older boys. He got a lot of work fucking older boys because of the size of his cock. Normally, when an eight year-old is cast with a fourteen year-old, it's the eight year-old who gets fucked, but when Shlomo's cock is bigger than the fourteen year-old's, it makes for great porn. Boy- boy scenes between littles are very popular, but they become much more popular when one of the little boys has a cock that's big enough to fuck properly, without all the effort of trying to insert only the tiny head. There had also been many requests from girls for him to have their virginity, but so far he had refused. He was gay like me, but he wasn't as comfortable as I was doing scenes with girls. He had, however, done fluff work for girls he knew well, and there were some girls he liked to play with for fun. He also did the odd scene with women, but he had to like them a lot first. Apparently the women went crazy like Hannah when they felt so thoroughly filled up inside but then looked down to see a cute, tiny little boy. It made them scream and howl.

Yuko's story reminded me of Annie's in some ways. She had a privileged upbringing in a large home in the Tokyo Prefecture. Her family was quite wealthy, and they traveled often. She spoke several languages besides Japanese and English. She was always adored by her parents, but everything changed when she realized she was a girl, not a boy. She began dressing as a girl during school holidays, introducing herself as Yuko instead of her given name, Michiru. That was where her similarity to Annie ended. When she was nine, she returned to her private school in the fall dressed as a girl. She introduced herself as Yuko, and it didn't go very well at all. It wasn't only the children who mocked her. Her teacher did as well. Her parents still adored her and supported her, but other parents complained to the headmaster about allowing a "girl-boy" to attend the elite school, and eventually she was expelled. Her father's business suffered as rumors spread of his son being a whore and a prostitute. None of that was true, of course, but reputation can be everything in business. Her parents thought it might be best if she moved in with friends in England and attended a private school that was more supportive of transgender kids. She learned about the ladyboy culture in Thailand from some of the other Asian students at the school, and she wanted to be just like them, except she did not want to be a prostitute. Her host family suggested she try child porn instead, and she was hooked. She was really a male-to-female transgender girl, but she called herself a ladyboy because she identified with the sassy attitude many ladyboys seemed to have, and she fit right in with the other ladyboys who worked for Frenetic. Now her scenes were mostly with men, which she didn't mind one bit, but she still loved boys of all ages, especially cute littles. Especially cute Japanese littles.

Adrian's home life was a little like mine. He grew up on the wrong side of London in a poor family. He was small for his age, like Shlomo, but in Adrian's case it seemed it was because his mum smoked through her pregnancy with him. He was a Chelsea supporter, which for him meant he was surrounded by a lot of drunkenness and fighting. That was mostly down to his older brothers though. Chelsea FC have done a great deal of work to clear out that element of hooliganism, but there were still the hardcore "ultras" like Adrian's brothers who seemed impossible to stop. Adrian said he'd spent too much time with them and started to get in trouble himself. (At that point in his story I decided my Arsenal jersey would probably remain in a box in my closet.) That was when his parents decided to get him away from all that and see if he could make it in child pornography. Frenetic rejected him the first time he applied, but he was signed to a contract with a studio called Starlight Cinematics. They're not a bad studio to work for, he said, but they're nothing like Frenetic. The most they would pay a boy for a scene was £1,500. There were no bonuses for anything, and if a boy refused to do a scene with kink or fetish parts, they could drop his contract. But he gained exposure, and Frenetic eventually discovered his work. He was the perfect combination of sweet and innocent looks with a domineering personality, and Frenetic could no longer ignore his appeal. They bought out his contract from Starlight, and he moved straight into the dorms at the Frenetic lot, happy to be away from life in the tenement blocks. The Watanabe boys told their story together. Their father had made a fortune on porn in Japan. He did not produce the porn, but he owned a large chain of stores and two distribution companies. He owned seven cable TV networks and one broadcast TV network. Two of his cable networks were dedicated to adult porn, one straight and one gay, and a third was dedicated to child porn. The subscription rate to the child porn network was three times as much as the adult channels, but more people subscribed to it than to the other two combined. He was considering an eighth network so he could separate the boy porn from the girl porn. There seemed to be a lot of demand, especially from his boy-loving customers for a boys-only network. There was real money to be made in child porn, and fans of child porn would pay a lot for the good stuff.

One evening, Mr. Watanabe had a business associate come to their home for supper. He showed his guest his porn networks on his enormous television, including his children's porn network, Chairudosekkusu, or CSTV. Hiro and Kenji were there, and they became fascinated by what they saw. They questioned him every day about how the films were made, where the children came from, and what it was like to be a child porn star. That was why he'd brought them to see my live show earlier that day, the day when their lives changed.

Chapter 52
Night Life

Trevor is really horny because it's bedtime in his new dorm room, which he shares with seven other kids who work in child porn films. He imagines there must be nightly orgies, but he doesn't really want to ask. So he conducts a fun experiment with Hiro, testing him for his anal… tolerance. After all, he needs to know what he can expect from him during tomorrow's live show.
Then the exhausted Hiro and the sad and depressed Yvgenia go to bed, and Trevor discovers one of what he would learn were many sex games that his roommates liked to play at night.
When it's all over, he feels alone again, spending his first night away from Randy's house. He has no teddy bear, but he finds a suitable substitute.

One of the things I'd been looking forward to in room 46 was all the people to have sex with. I didn't really know how it worked in that room, or if there really were nightly orgies, but I sure hoped there were. Yvgenia didn't exactly say so, but my imagination was quite active. I was impatient to find out, but I was nervous. How would I bring it up? Would someone else say something first? I was feeling that nervous thrill that always made me horny, so I decided to get the conversation going by talking about the live performance the next day.

"Hiro, have you ever been fucked by older boys, or men?" I asked. "Can you do that?"

"Yes," said Hiro. "By some men in Japan, but they weren't very big. I don't know if they were even as big as Yuko or Shlomo."

"Hmm," I said, trying to sound like an important director. "It's important for the live show tomorrow. Do you think you could take a cock bigger than Yuko's?" I asked. The brothers looked at each other with what seemed a weird mixture of thrill and fear, but I could see Hiro was getting a little hard. "We should find out, I think." I nervously looked around the room to see if anyone had anything to say about the idea. The brothers looked at each other again, smiling and giggling nervously. Hiro eventually nodded. "They are so cute!" said Yuko.

"Do it on the small table so we can gather round and see clearly," said Igi. "This must be a precise measurement." The others chuckled but agreed. I was relieved, but I tried not to appear that way. I was the director. Hiro was mine, and he had instructions from his father to follow my suggestions. I had wanted to save Hiro for something special when we were in their father's limousine, and I had tried to work things out so he didn't cum. I had hoped I could have this little bit of fun with him in front of our new roommates. And it really would help me to figure out our scene for the following day. Which scepter would be best?

I whispered some instructions to Shlomo, who was seated immediately to my left, and he scurried off into my walk-in closet. Then Kenji and I steadied Hiro as he stepped up onto a chair, and then onto the table next to Igi's bed. I guided him by the hips to stand in front of me, facing away from me, so his ass was in my face. I reached around his hips and slowly slid his sparkly sexy bikini knickers down around his ass, allowing them to get hung up on his now rock-hard boner. I spread his ass cheeks with my hands and licked his hole, which made him giggle. I reached one hand up between his legs and grabbed his cock and his sexy yellow sparkly knickers, and I pulled the knickers down all the way to his ankles. He bent forward as I continued to lick his ass, holding him by his soft thighs.

I could hear Shlomo dragging a large box toward the table. I told Hiro to kneel down and scoot back to the edge of the table. When he did, I sat back in my chair and continued probing his sweet ass with my tongue. "Does anyone else fancy a taste?" I asked.

"I'll have some of that," said Adrian. I stood up again and let Adrian take over. I rummaged around in the box of sex toys that Shlomo had brought out of my closet, all the sex toys people had given me as signing gifts. I selected a variety of dildos, different shapes and sizes. "Do you need him back?" Adrian asked.

"If that's ok," I said. Shlomo had also brought a few towels from one of the bathrooms, and there was a wide selection of lubes in the box. I helped Hiro roll over onto his back. Adrian held Hiro's left leg, and little Shlomo held Hiro's right leg, which looked like it was more than the tiny boy could handle, but he was surprisingly strong. Yuko and Igi held his arms in place as well.

Yuko insisted that we pause for a moment while she told Hiro, in English and in Japanese, about the safe-word, and how to use it before we went any further. When she was done, everyone held on tight as I slathered lube over a small, narrow dildo, not much bigger than a finger. I pressed it against his hole gently, then more firmly. "Are you ready for the little one, Hiro?" I asked. When he nodded, I slid it in with very little effort. I moved it in and out several times and said to the others, "This isn't much of a challenge, is it?

"No!" they said as a group.

I left the first dildo in his ass and lubed up one that was larger. I pulled the first one out, then gently pressed the next one in. Hiro grunted softly and began to moan as I moved the dildo in and out, and around in circles to open him up. Hiro was clearly loving every bit of this. I couldn't tell if it was all the people watching or his own anal sensitivity, but he seemed somewhat distant from reality at that point. I fucked him with that dildo for about three minutes before asking the room if he needed a bigger one. When they all agreed, I chose a dildo that was about as large as Randy's cock and lubed it up. "Hold onto him now everybody," I said. I fucked him fast with the second dildo before removing it and immediately inserting the third dildo, slowly but steadily. He moaned loudly as I began to move it in and out. I pressed it upward to try to reach that area behind his cock. His body bounced when I did that, so I did it again. "Do you like this, Hiro?" I asked.

"Yes," he panted, "Yes, please don't stop! It has been so…" He did not complete that sentence. Instead he chose a Japanese interjection that made Yuko and Kenji laugh.

"My brother likes this very much," said Kenji.

"Perhaps we need a larger one?" I asked around the table.

The response was mixed, except from Hiro, who shouted, "Yes! Please!"

I continued to fuck him with the same dildo for a few more minutes, adding a stirring motion, as if I was stirring cookie dough with a spoon. He grunted and wailed as I continued. His eyes were squished closed, the same way Sebastian's were when he'd cum for love instead of the camera.

I decided the group knew much more than Hiro or I about how big a dildo should be for a particular boy. Instead of choosing a larger dildo, I kept fucking him with the one I had, and then I leaned over to suck his little boner at the same time. He screamed the moment my lips closed around his cock. I sucked him thoroughly, still pumping his ass full of dildo. He tried to get away, but everyone was holding him tight. He lifted Shlomo off the ground at one point when he was trying to kick his right leg free. I was sucking him through his orgasm, and he was not in control of his body. "Remember your safe word," Yuko said in English and in Japanese.

"No!" Hiro shouted. "No! I will… I want… I… Agghh!!!"

He had cum a second time. He did like performing for a crowd. Kenji chuckled and said, "Oh Brother! You can do anything!"

I kept sucking him and fucking him with the dildo until he was no longer hopping around, but I could see the muscles in his legs tensing. "One more?" I asked him. He grunted. I took that as my cue and fucked him faster with the dildo and sucked him harder. Everyone around the table put their hands on his body and stroked his skin, including his brother. (Apparently that wasn't considered sexual touch.) I used my left hand to stroke from his belly, over his hip, and onto his upper thigh and back again. A slow growl grew into a loud howl, and the bouncing boy was back! We all held him in place this time, but I withdrew the dildo, and I held his cock inside my still mouth. Adrian and Shlomo released his legs, and everyone applauded. I sucked as I lifted my head, allowing his cock to pop out, and I joined in the applause. Hiro was completely out of breath, his cock was soft within seconds after I'd released it, and his body was limp. He rolled his head to face his brother. They smiled at each other and began another giggle fit.

***

"Who else wants to play?" asked Yuko. Everybody but Hiro and Yvgenia raised their hands. "Can I play with Yuko and Kenji?" I asked "We don't usually do it that way," said Yuko. "We just look at who's hands are up right now. Then we go to our own beds and turn off all our lamps and reading lights so it's completely dark. Someone will say 'go', and if there's someone we want to play with, we can go to their bed and see if they are there. Otherwise we can stay in our own bed and see who shows up. Anybody who joins somebody at their bed is allowed to stay, no matter who it is, so if you stay in your own bed, that means you want to have sex with everybody who has their hand up, girls and boys. You may not talk until everyone has found partners. But remember, since Hiro and Yvgenia don't have their hands up, no one is allowed to go to their beds."

"Which beds are Hiro and Kenji in?" asked Igi.

The brothers looked at each other. I helped Hiro off the table, stealing a kiss and a hug, and they decided that Hiro would have the bed on the end, and Kenji's bed would be between Hiro's and Yuko's.

I handed the used dildos to Shlomo and told him to wash them. He began licking them, so I added "with soap and water!" I certainly knew which special scepter I would use in the live show the next day.

***

"Go!" called Igi's voice. We had all brushed our teeth, and Shlomo had cleaned the dildos and put the box away in my closet. Everything was done, and the lights were all off.

I stood up, but I didn't know where to go. I wanted to play with Yuko and Kenji, so I thought I would go to Kenji's bed and ask quietly if he wanted to join me at Yuko's bed. But Kenji wasn't at his bed. I went to Yuko's bed, and there was no one there either. I'd missed them both.

I sat on Yuko's bed, wondering what to do. Just then someone sat next to me, on my right. I felt a soft hand on my left arm. I reached over to touch the body next to me with my right when a third body alit upon the other side of the bed, behind the two of us. The hand held my right arm in place while another probed around my body, down my belly, and onto my instantly hard cock. I reached with my right hand to feel who it was when they abruptly bent over and began sucking my cock. I gasped, stifling a yelp because talking was not allowed. Now I'd never be able to feel his cock. It felt like a bigger body than mine, for sure, but that could be Yuko, Igi, or… I realized it could only be Yuko or Igi.

I lay back on the bed to enjoy my blowjob, and the person behind me did the same. I reached my right hand over and felt another larger body. Igi and Yuko? It was hard to concentrate with the magical feeling of the blowjob I was getting from the mystery sucker, but I ran my right hand down to feel what would either be a cock or a pussy on the body who'd sat behind me. It was a cock, a very big cock. Only two people in this room had cocks that size, and Shlomo was far too little to be the person behind me. Yuko had come back! And I finally got to feel those big, soft African lips on my cock. It was everything I had dreamed of!

I took Yuko's cock in my hand, and it unfurled slowly and dramatically. I began to stroke it when I felt another body sit on the bed to my left. This had to be a smaller body, much smaller than Yuko, who was the biggest person in the room. The person on my right, who was probably Igi, sat up and released my left arm, and the small person took over my blowjob. He couldn't take it as deep as Igi had done, but small mouths feel sweeter somehow, and this mouth was also very determined to give me pleasure. Then Igi revealed herself when she turned around, crawled over my body, and began kissing me. There was no mistaking it now.

Igi crawled farther up my body and began to suck Yuko's cock. Igi's pussy was right above my face. Was I supposed to lick it, like I had done with Claire? It wasn't so bad, and I had found that spot behind her clit that she really liked. I leaned my head back and wrapped my arms around Igi's hips, pulling her pussy down to my face. Clearly she had held herself up so I could be the one to decide whether I wanted to eat her pussy. She wasn't going to force it on me.

It had to be a boy giving me the blowjob. That meant Adrian, Kenji, or Shlomo. I never realized how hot it would be to get a blowjob from a friend I loved but didn't know who it was!

Igi gyrated her hips, pressing her pussy into my face. I licked all around the ordinary places, remembering that girls didn't like it when you go for the really sensitive parts first. I could hear her moaning though as she sucked on Yuko's cock. I wondered if kids in the other dorm rooms played this game at night.

My wonderful blowjob came to an end. I felt the boy climb onto the bed and straddle me. He knelt down facing Igi's ass and slowly settled his ass down on my cock. That felt good! I rewarded the good feeling by passing it on to Igi by sliding two of my fingers into her pussy. Her body shook for a second, and she pulled her mouth off of Yuko's cock long enough to give a high-pitched yelp. I probed around inside her pussy as the boy's ass moved up and down over my cock. I went for the spot that I had found on Claire. I felt behind her bone and found that soft spot right in the middle. I rubbed it gently. She barked as she coughed out Yuko's cock. I rubbed it a little more aggressively as she tried unsuccessfully to get Yuko's cock back in her mouth. She began to cry out. She seemed to lose control, like Claire had done, and like Hiro had just done. I kept at it and she screamed! I could taste something a little different in her pussy juice, just like when Claire came. I didn't want Igi to get Yuko's cock back inside her mouth because I wanted Yuko to cum inside my mouth! That was selfish of me, but I didn't think either of them would complain after Igi's intense orgasm and after I deep throated Yuko.

But who was the boy riding my cock? I couldn't feel him just yet with Igi's screaming and wailing body requiring both of my hands, one to hold onto her and one to rub her special spot. I began to rub harder, and she screamed again and rolled off urgently. "Boy!" she panted. "How did you learn to treat a pussy like that?"

"Dunno," I said. "Just did."

She huffed and huffed to catch enough air to make it to her bed, the next bed over. "Damn boy!" she said. "You work with women, you will make a lot of money. All the women porn stars are gonna know you!"

"Trevor?" came a groaning voice from above. It was the boy who was riding my cock. "I hoped it was you!" It was Kenji! I wanted to play with Kenji and Yuko, and they were both here!

"Me too!" I said. "Yuko, you have to put your cock in my mouth. You know what I can do with it!" She stood up on the floor. Then I could feel her pulling my arms, sliding my head off the edge of the bed, with Kenji riding along, and I let my head hang back. Soon her cock was entering my mouth. She thrust it in and out, but I wanted to give her the rest of the deep throat I had started earlier that day. I reached around her ass with both of my arms and pulled her in hard. A couple tries was all it took to get her cock all the way in. Once I got her face-fucking me balls deep on her own, and I had found my breathing rhythm, I turned my attention to sweet Kenji. I couldn't see him, and it really was difficult to feel him with Yuko's cock pounding my throat. I stroked his thighs, and Yuko's thrusts got faster and harder. It's odd that the faster she went, the less I wanted to gag. Soon I could hear her kissing Kenji. Then she began to moan, louder and louder, fucking my throat faster and faster. I was such a lucky boy to have learned so young how to please both cocks and pussies!

She was growling now, and soon it became a wail. She shoved her cock deep into my throat, and I tried to swallow a few times, but her cock was in the way. It seemed her cum must have gone straight down into my stomach. I wanted to taste her cum, but I wanted to give her pleasure too. It felt nice having her relaxing cock in my throat, though I couldn't keep it there too long. I had to breathe soon.

I heard Shlomo screaming from the other side of the room, and I knew who he was with.

Yuko gently pulled her cock from my throat and mouth. I was able to taste a trail of cum as she did, and I was even able to suck a bit off the tip. She sat down next to my head, turned to her side, and began to suck Kenji's cock. That made his ass twitch, and I finally began to pay attention to my own cock. As Kenji got more and more excited, he wailed louder and louder. His ass twitched as spasms ran through his body. Yuko slapped his ass, and he suddenly clenched hard onto my cock. I was cumming! I grunted as I grasped his hips, moving him faster, His voice is what did it. His wailing penetrated my ears and went right to the love center in my brain. Nothing mattered because all was pleasure exceeding pleasure. I was unaware of what sounds I might have made, but I became aware that I was not the only one making them. The great drilling machine between Kenji and me had stopped, and Adrian was also howling on the other side of the room.

"Are you ok, Igi" I asked.

"Fine, dear crazy boy!" she said. "You do such a thing with my body and you must ask? Oh, I am doing quite well, thank you!"

"I just hoped I didn't hurt you," I said.

"Crazy dear boy! Think of the exact opposite thing to severe pain. Now can you imagine severe pleasure? No boy, no hurt!" She laughed deeply. "Crazy dear boy!"

Yuko leaned over me and kissed me deeply. "I'll be looking for your bed in future, that's for sure!"

Kenji leaned forward and lay on top of me. He also kissed me deeply, letting his tongue mingle with mine. After we had lazily ended the kiss, he said, "Papa said you were a good friend and mentor. What he did not say is that you were also a beautiful lover." He kissed me again and rolled off the bed to go to his own bed. I felt a twinge of sadness letting him go.

"I suppose you need to go to bed and all," I said to Yuko.

"I've got a morning scene and an afternoon live show, so I should get some sleep, yes." "Ok," I said, grudgingly standing up. "You know, Boris is right. You ladyboys are bloody sexy!" She kissed me, and I returned to my own bed.

"Boy," I said to Shlomo, "Come here. Come to my bed."

"Yes Master." The tiny boy crawled in bed with me. I kissed his sweet, tiny lips again, and I held his naked little body as we slept. It was my first night away from Randy's house. I needed a teddy bear, but I learned a little teddy boy could be much nicer.

Chapter 53
Dreamy Wake-Up

Heavenly dreams have to end eventually. That's why Trevor hates waking up, because he knows everything will be miserable again. But he finds he's slightly mistaken in that opinion on this fine Thursday morning on the Frenetic Studio lot.
This chapter is a bit upside-down because the fun is at the beginning, and the exposition and character building comes after all that. But when a boy wakes up, he's usually already in bed, right?

Thursday, July 19

The most beautiful feeling permeated my body. It was a dream – a dream of a very cute boy, smiling at me and giving me pleasure that I never thought I'd have in my miserable life. I didn't want to return to Mum's manky old flat just yet. I wanted to dream a little longer before I opened my eyes to see what new mess Ian had made of my things. Maybe he'd peed on me in the night again. I didn't want to know. I was happy here in my wonderful dream with my teddy boy.

As my eyes cracked open I looked down to see Shlomo sucking my cock in long, slow, loving strokes. There was none of Ian's pee on me. I was not in Mum's flat. It was real! When he saw me move my head in his direction, he smiled his most adorable smile and said, "Good morning, Master!" Then he resumed my blowjob with renewed vigor. I do love it when dreams come true!

***

Adrian had left earlier to find fluff work, and Yuko and Igi had also left early to do scenes with 8:00 call times. Yvgenia was still asleep, and the Watababe boys were watching Shlomo provide his service to me. "Good morning, Trevor!" they both said cheerfully, with their permanently affixed smiles. They were wearing their own suits again with the embarrassingly short trousers, neckties, and caps. Their white socks went up almost to their knees though, which I thought looked sexy – boys wearing short shorts with long socks. Their agent had arranged for them to have their appointments that day with Dr. Benson, the studio's pediatrician, Linda, the child psychologist (who was properly called Dr. Bates), and Dr. Gupta in the Rectum Center. Shlomo had a man-boy scene in the afternoon, but nothing scheduled in the morning, so he'd decided to spend the morning with me instead of finding fluff work. He was in very high demand for fluff work, being the sweetest little and the littlest sweetie at Frenetic, but he disliked fluff work, so he didn't do it very often. He told me he would fluff for me anytime though. As his master, I could command him to fluff for me, as long as he didn't have a scene to shoot or any appointments. But if he wanted to do fluff work, or any other kind of work, I had decided that was something I would never interfere with.

A knock at our open door interrupted my now-waking dream, but Shlomo didn't pause. A woman with a KCU badge came to me as I lay there in pleasure and said, "Ah, good morning, Mr. Hawk."

It's funny how quickly I felt normal and unembarrassed about being naked everywhere I went, but every now and then, and at that moment, I felt a startle of doubt that it was really ok to do anything sexual in front of other people, especially adults. I looked down at Shlomo, who sucked a little harder. I think he could feel my startle, and he didn't want it to ruin my pleasure.

It was then that I put a few facts together for the first time. Rather, Shlomo put them together for me. The first fact was that I had an unusually long cock for a boy my age. It wasn't huge or thick or anything, but it was quite long. The second fact was that Shlomo was unusually small for his age, and that meant he had an unusually small mouth. The remaining facts were that Shlomo was both highly skilled at sex acts and completely dedicated to his master.

"Here is your KCU health certificate," said the woman as Shlomo pressed down mightily on my cock, and for the first time I heard him gag on it. I felt a shiver as the woman handed me a plastic card with my picture on it. I was surprised and confused by how much having a boy struggle to please me… pleased me. "You need to have this certificate in order to be allowed to perform sexually, either on- camera or off," the woman said. Shlomo pressed my cock in deep again, gagged one more time, and it occurred to me then just what he'd intended to do. "I'll need you to look everything over to make sure all the information is correct to the best of your knowledge," she continued. I felt a popping sensation, as if my cock was a cork stuck in a champagne bottle, that was accompanied by the most indescribable pleasure I'd ever known. "You need to have this certificate renewed monthly for it to remain valid." I howled loudly with my eyes surely bulging. My cock had slid into his straining throat and was being blissfully strangled! In a way it seemed that both my cock and my boy were being choked, which was an ecstasy that I had never expected nor understood.

The woman paused, looking at Shlomo, who seemed to be in a reality of his own. Hiro and Kenji were standing still with incredulous grins on their faces. "You don't need to keep it on your person," she continued, "but you should keep it in a safe place. Frenetic has a copy of this on file." I was gasping and panting, having forgotten about my doubts about being in front of people. My boy's deep-throat blowjob was too good to worry about such things. I had given a few deep-throat blowjobs in the past few days, but I could only guess what it felt like. Now I knew, and it was not what I had expected. It was so much more. "If you ever leave Frenetic and sign with another studio, they will ask to see this certificate. If they don't ask, leave that studio immediately, because that is an indication that they are not a safe place to work." I felt my entire body spasm. I shrieked! I was exploding, and love was the fuel. I loved this cute, sweet little boy! I loved him so much I wanted to squeeze his adorable little head with my clenching thighs. (So I did.) I loved everyone! "I'll just leave this here, shall I?" she said as she wrenched the card from my grasping hand and placed it on my end table.

A stirring from the bed to my left told us that Yvgenia had awoken, undoubtedly from all of my howling. "Oh, good morning, Yvgenia," said the woman.

Yvgenia yawned. "Good morning, Maria," she said in her usual monotone. "Come to tell me some more bad news?"

"Oh nothing of the sort, dear," Maria said cheerfully. "My business here is with Trevor today, but it's always lovely to see you."

"Sure it is," said Yvgenia, rolling over to face the window.

Shlomo wasn't going to stop unless I made him stop, so I pushed his head away and told him, "Thank you boy. That was incredible! I thought I'd have to wait until puberty before I could get deep throat. I'll want loads more of this I'm sure." He scurried up to my face and kissed me, then curled up next to me in my arm.

"I'm sorry," I said breathlessly to Maria. "I was a little preoccupied." "I could tell," she said with a wink.

I picked up the card and looked at it again. It had my picture on it. I didn't remember having that picture taken, but it was a very good one. I was taken by a shivering aftershock from my orgasm before I could ask, "Sorry, what's this card for again?"

"It is a certificate that says you have been properly checked out and looked after in order to work safely in child pornography."

The card was the size of my Visa card. It had a large KCU logo on the front. The title Child Pornography Wellness Certificate was printed across the top. It listed my agent and solicitor with their phone numbers, KCU's emergency response number, the phone number to the clinic, an identification number, and the rating "Class A: Approved for all standard performance categories. See reverse for details." My signature appeared under my picture, and the expiration date of 19/8/2018 was just below my signature. On the reverse were four items with dates next to them: General Pediatric, Gastroenterologic, Psychologic, and Legal Representation. The first three had the date 18/7/2018, and the last had 16/7/2018. Below these items were the following comments:

GP – NR, rec exercise pgm
GI – NR, x-anal 2x/wk, more if no pain, rec Kegel, PAF 1.0
Psy – NR, wkly f/u reqd ufn, rec stress mgmt
Lgl – KCU rep w/POA, contract w/Frenetic, exp. 15/7/2019

There was also a black strip on the back and a chip, just like the one in my Visa card. "I see. So if I didn't have this, I couldn't work?" I asked.

"If you didn't have that, then you shouldn't work in child pornography because it would be unsafe or unhealthy. That's what this certificate tells the producers. They need to know they aren't hurting you by having you perform in their films and such."

"What does all this stuff mean?" I asked. "What is X-dash-anal… all that stuff?"

"That stands for extreme anal," she said. Taking the card from me, she said, "It says you are approved to do extreme anal twice each week, and more if you feel no pain. It also says you should do Kegel exercises."

I had just woken up, and I'd just had a lovely orgasm. My mind wasn't together yet, and I wasn't sure I was following her. For sure I didn't know what Kegel exercises were, though I would learn soon enough. "How can I tell if I'm doing extreme anal?" I asked. "Is a man's cock extreme anal? What if it's super-big?"

"A man's penis would have to be 'super-big' as you say in order to be considered extreme. The size changes as you grow. There are formulas we use, but each child's capacity is different, so those formulas include a personal adjustment factor, or PAF." She looked at my card again and said, "I see your PAF is one. That is the PAF of the average adult man. Such a high PAF and twice-weekly extreme anal are very unusual for a little boy. But back to your question. Each actor knows his size, and your director, stage manager, agent, or the KCU supervisor on your set will tell you if it 's extreme for you."

"But what if I'm the director, and I don't know?"

"Then congratulations! A boy your age rarely has that opportunity. In that case, the actor himself can tell you what PAF is considered extreme for his own penis. But it's better if your agent works out the numbers. That way we have someone checking to make sure things are going to fit."

"Ok," I said. "Thanks."

"Just keep that certificate somewhere safe, and I'll bring you a new one next month."

"Ok, thanks," I said. I kissed Shlomo quickly, rolled out of bed, and stood up to kiss her, but then I remembered the rule with KCU people. I had to ask. "I love everybody, even bad people, and I love you too, so can I kiss you goodbye?"

"I'm sorry," she said with a pleasant smile, "but I am uncomfortable kissing children when they are naked. I would prefer a handshake, and I would like it very much if I could have a kiss next time I see you with your clothes on. If you like, you can even stop by the KCU office and collect that kiss any time I'm in. Would that be ok?"

"That would be fine," I said. The way she said that made me feel good. It was the first time at Frenetic that someone had said no when I asked for a kiss, but she made sure I knew that she wanted a kiss, but everyone is allowed to say no if they feel uncomfortable. After we shook hands, she said goodbye and left us.

The grandfather clock by our double doors read 7:45. I had to be in the recording studio by 8:30. "Would you like breakfast, Master?" asked Shlomo as he rolled out of my bed and knelt next to me on the floor, hugging my leg.

"Yeah," I said. Turning to Kenji and Hiro, I asked, "Will you join us?" They looked at each other and smiled, as usual, and nodded. "I need to shower first, and so does my boy." I turned back to Shlomo and said, "Remove your cuffs and come with me. Leave your collar on." He followed me into the shower and washed me thoroughly with soap and a washcloth, paying special attention to my hole and my cock. I washed my own hair because Shlomo couldn't reach it very easily, and I didn't want him to slip and fall. I scrubbed off the last traces of my purple lipstick. Shlomo used the opportunity to wash himself.

Yvgenia joined us in the showers. Shlomo and I were sharing one, and she used the shower facing ours. "Hi boys," she said. "I'm sorry I was a bit ratty when Maria was here. Usually when I see her she has more bad news for me. I just don't want to see her anymore, especially when I first wake up."

I held onto a towel rack and leaned over to kiss her. "Can I watch you clean yourself?" I asked her. "I just… remember I told you, I don't know much about girls' bodies, and I want to learn more from you."

"Of course, silly boy!" she said, with her first smile of the day. "We're friends, remember?"

She did everything the same as boys did, only she didn't have to wash under her scrotum or foreskin. She spread her legs and simply rubbed a soapy washcloth in and around her pussy. "That's all you have to do?" I asked. "Only my brother said girls have to squirt water with stinky stuff up their pussies and clean them out, almost like a pussy enema. He likes having me on."

"He wasn't having you on this time," she said. "Women and older girls do that once they reach puberty, and some younger girls do it too. It's called a douche. It's like boys. Your cocks smell fine before puberty, but then you get a smeggy smell from juice that comes out under your foreskin. When you reach puberty, you need to pay special attention under there. Most older actors wash it out just before each scene, and most actresses douche before each scene. It's a courtesy, like having an enema before an anal scene."

"I hope people help me with all these rules and courtesies," I said. "There are so many I don't know."

She giggled and said, "You'll be fine. You're really sweet, and everybody helps the new kids. If you didn't know to have an enema and there was a mess, everyone would still be nice and teach you what to do. Actors have seen that lots, and no one gets upset. A little brown cleans up easily, and you saw how quick it is to do an enema with the set nurse, right? Besides, you didn't know, and you didn't do it on purpose."

"You look just like a naked boy," I said, "only you have a pussy. I thought girls would look different somehow."

She stepped across to the shower that Shlomo and I were using. I told Shlomo to dry off and put his cuffs back on. "Look really closely at my nipples and your nipples," she said. "Do you see it?" I didn't know what I was supposed to see. "Mine are just a little bigger than yours, and if you touch them – go ahead – you can tell mine are a little softer underneath."

She was right. "I see," I said. "Is that because you are starting to grow breasts?"

"I hope not," she said, "but Dr. Benson says maybe it is. I don't want to have breasts! I don't want to be a woman! I want to be a girl! I want to stay here and work in the Children's Division, but I can't work now, and maybe I'll be too old by the time they say I can work again."

I didn't know what to say. I didn't want her to be upset again, so I hugged her. After a while I said, "You can't perform for them, but you can sure play with us anytime. It might make you feel better." She nodded. "Would you like to join us for breakfast?" I asked her.

"Yes please," she said. "I'd like that."

Then I felt a little embarrassed by the next question I had to ask, and I did so quietly. "How do I… I mean, I will be doing anal today, and I don't know where to… where the stuff is…"

"Oh, you need an enema?" she asked in her normal voice. I thought I should no longer be embarrassed about enemas after my experiences with Nurse Dan and Nurse Blaine the next day, but for some reason, falling asleep and starting a new day seemed to reset my embarrassment. "You can do it here by yourself in the toilet. The supplies are in the cabinet. I like to go to the Rectum Center though and have them do it for me. They are very thorough, and very friendly. It makes it a lot nicer when a friendly person does it, and I can be sure during my ATM scenes that I won't have any surprises."

"You mean, I can just walk in and they'll do it?" I asked. She nodded encouragingly. "Nurse Blaine did my enemas for my appointment with Dr. Gupta yesterday. I know what you mean about nice, friendly people doing it. I love Nurse Blaine."

"So do I!" she said. "They're all super nice there. They love us kids, and for some reason they all seem to love flushing all the poop out of us. I don't get it, but I'm glad they do."

After we had dried ourselves off, I noticed Shlomo had obediently put his cuffs on. I attached his leash and said to him, "Put on the makeup Consuela gave you yesterday. Remember, only a little! Cute, not pretty." He nodded enthusiastically and scampered into his walk-in closet with his leash proudly dangling behind.

Yvgenia stood next to me, and I didn't know why. "Don't you need to get dressed for breakfast?" I asked.

"Oh why bother," she said. "Dining halls in the dorms and apartments don't require clothing, so I'm going as I am, if that's all right?"

"Of course it's all right," I said. "I mean, is that all right, boys?" I asked Hiro and Kenji. After all, they were part of our breakfast party too.

They looked at each other again with wide smiles, modest giggles, and raised eyebrows and nodded happily. Kenji said, "Of course it's all right. She is pretty, and we will have a pretty sight at our breakfast table." I could detect a hint of his father in that comment.

"Oh! You're so sweet!" said Yvgenia as she ran to kiss Kenji. "And you as well," she said before kissing Hiro.

***

I stared at the clothes in my walk-in closet, finding it difficult to decide what to wear. I settled on my white shoes, white tube socks, white fringed leather vest, and the matching white fringed leather bikini knickers. I decided not to wear a thigh chain, but I did wear a chain around my neck with a small black onyx to accent the white outfit. I decided to wear the white tube socks so I would match the Watanabe boys in at least one way.

I sat at my makeup table and applied the same cute boy makeup that Consuela had suggested – just a little lipstick rubbed in, thin eyeliner, and a little mascara, mostly in the corners. The effect was stunning! I was a boy again, but I was pretty in a boy way now. Saying I was cute wasn't quite enough, but it made me very happy.

I stepped out into the room smiling and did a twirl for my roommates. They all clapped playfully for me, the little diva. I looked in the full-length mirror, and I was breathtaking! I wanted to walk into Preston Primary looking like this and see the looks on their faces! But they're all such stupid thugs, they wouldn't recognize a beautiful boy if he sat on their face and farted. I decided they would probably pick on me all the more, until they saw me drive off in my own Jaguar E-Type.

"The only thing I wish I had was a pair of long, white boots with fringes instead of the socks and shoes," I said.

"I bet they have those at Almost Heaven," said Yvgenia. "What's that?" I asked.

"That's the clothing store attached to the pub," she said. "Oh it's brilliant! I'd love to go shopping with you there if you like."

"Ok!" I said, happy that there appeared to be something she was looking forward to. "My agent has me busy in the recording studio until 10:30, and then I'm supposed to…" I didn't want to talk about Mr.

Buford or the detective from Scotland Yard. Not now. Not when Yvgenia seemed to be feeling better. "I'm supposed to have some sort of meeting with Randy… my agent. But that should be done around eleven. We could go shopping then, if that works for you."

"I'd like that," she said as she leaned in for a kiss.

Yvgenia had to leave right away for the dining hall because she had to meet a nurse downstairs to get two shots before breakfast.

***

We sat at a round table for five in the dining hall. Yvgenia and Shlomo were sitting naked to my left and my right, Hiro and Kenji were sitting fully clothed next to Yvgenia and Shlomo. I was dressed somewhere in-between in my small, open vest and tiny white bikini knickers. When Yvgenia had said clothes were not required in the residential dining halls, I'd ordered Shlomo to remain naked. I think he was normally naked all day anyway. I think he liked all the looks he got because of his big cock. Now I loved those same looks too because I was the one holding his leash. His big, beautiful cock belonged to me!

The selections for breakfast included nearly everything from nearly everywhere around the globe! The menus were as thick as magazines. I ordered a simple English breakfast: a soft boiled egg, a kipper, beans and toast, and orange juice. Yvgenia frowned at the server and said, "My usual, please." Shlomo asked for something that sounded like locks and beagles with milk, and Hiro and Kenji ordered fish with seaweed, rice, and tea.

The thought of eating seaweed was very strange to me, but I said nothing. Mr. Watanabe wanted to experience customs and cultures in the places he visited, so I decided I wanted to experience customs and cultures from the places my friends came from. That meant not saying anything impolite when they ordered seaweed.

Kenji leaned forward and said, "Yvgenia, I hope this is not impolite, but may I ask what is your usual? you did not seem happy to order it."

"I'm not," she said. "I have diabetes, and that means that I have to take a lot of shots, and the doctors and the dieticians decide what I eat for every meal. For a while anyway. Soon I will get to decide what I eat, but they will decide how much, and I always have to eat everything on my plate."

***

When our food arrived, I was glad I didn't have to finish everything on my plate, like Yvgenia did. The kipper was very large, and beans on toast meant two slices of toast with what looked like a whole tin of beans. My orange juice came in a half-pint glass (which is considerably larger than a half-pint in the US), though my egg was just an egg, boiled to perfection and served hot. It was all delicious! And the beans didn't taste like any beans I'd had before. There was no way I could finish all of it.

I looked at Yvgenia's plate of food, and it didn't look too bad really. Her orange juice was half the size of mine though. She had one small banger sausage that didn't look quite right and a small portion of beans on a half-slice of toast. Her plate was garnished with a piece of cheese and a piece of melon. "That's not too bad," I said, trying to sound sympathetic yet encouraging. "I think I could actually finish that much."

"You can have it then," she said with a sour tone in her voice.

"I'm sorry, Yvgenia," I said. "I was trying to be cheerful, but it didn't work."

She turned to me and kissed me. "It worked," she said with a sniffle. "You're such a sweet boy!"

"Would anyone like to taste some seaweed and rice?" asked Kenji. "Yvgenia, a small spoonful won't matter, will it?"

She looked at Kenji with a smile and said, "Oh yes, please! I'd love to taste something new for a change." She pushed her plate toward Kenji's, and he dolloped a spoonful onto Yvgenia's plate.

"Trevor?" he asked, looking at me.

"Yes, thank you," I said, feeling a little nervous about eating seaweed.

"Let me, Brother," said Hiro. The younger boy scooped a small portion of rice and seaweed onto my plate. At the same time, Kenji scooped a small amount onto Shlomo's plate.

It was almost like a toast. We all looked at each other, then we tasted the rice and seaweed together. There was something a little nasty about it, like salty, dead fish, but that was just a part of the flavor. The rest of the flavor was quite nice.

Shlomo reached for his milk glass right away. When he'd finished a few gulps, he looked down with embarrassment, but the Watanabe boys shared a giggle, and Kenji said to him cheerfully, "Our food is not for everyone, but thank you for trying something from our home."

"I quite liked it," said Yvgenia. "It reminds me in a strange way of caviar." "Yes," said Hiro. "Very salty, very fishy taste."

***

We managed to keep Yvgenia in reasonably good cheer through breakfast. When we had finished eating, I asked her, "Would you like to borrow my boy until I meet you for shopping at eleven?" He stood up and went to her side, giving her a nice kiss.

"He is the cutest… I mean, why not?" she said, giving the slightest glance down toward his enormous penis. "He is cheerful too, and I know you have to go to work now, and Hiro and Kenji have to be in the clinic at nine."

"Ok, he's yours," I said, kissing her. "Boy, make her smile. That is your duty, and your only duty until I see you again. Use whatever you have," I said, reaching down to take his monstrous cock into my hand. "Whatever it takes."

"Yes Master," he said with a broad grin that told me he had a few ideas. I knew he didn't particularly like girls sexually, but he had a command from his master, and I think that made it thrilling for him. Besides, Yvgenia was his friend, and he shared my love for making people feel good.

I kissed Shlomo's sweet little lips and handed his leash to Yvgenia. She disconnected it from him and said, "If he is mine for the next few hours, let him prove it by staying with me without being forced. If I need a leash, I'll improvise," she said, grabbing hold of his cock. "Come with me, boy."

"Yes, Mistress," said Shlomo. He was definitely hardening as he followed her out of the dining hall.

Chapter 54
Voiceover

After breakfast, it's off to the recording studio to make some voiceover recordings for Trevor's demo video. Trevor needs to give off sexual energy with his voice, so he does it the way he knows best. He is awed by all the fancy equipment, and he makes a new friend named Gary.

I met Randy on my way to the office building basement, where the voiceover recording studios were. He was just stepping out of the pub, where they serve breakfast with famously good coffee. (I don't like coffee, but that's what people say.) Randy told me their coffee is made from coffee beans mixed with some kind of wild cat poop, and that was supposed to make it good. People at the studio could play jokes just like everywhere else, but Randy always told me the truth. He never seemed to make things up just to have me on, but cat poop coffee? There were a lot of things that went on at Frenetic that I would think were nasty as time went on, so maybe he was telling me the truth.

"Hallo, Hawk!" said Randy. He handed me a warm half-liter bottle of water. "You'll need that for your recording session," he said.

"Warm?" I asked.

"Room temperature," he said. "If it's cold, it can cause your voice muscles to tense up." He took a sip of his coffee and said, "Hawk, you look fantastic! That outfit really suits you!"

"Thanks," I said. "It's one of those I bought from Gold Boys of Chelsea. I need matching boots though." "I think the shoes and knee socks look lovely," he said.

"I like them too," I said, "but Yvgenia says there's a clothing store there next to the pub." I saw the store for the first time and pointed to it. "There it is, Almost Heaven. She says they probably have some lovely white boots to match this outfit, so we're going shopping after I'm finished with the detective."

"Oh how lovely!" said Randy. "It'll be nice to see poor Yvgenia out and about. She has been so miserable since she found out about her diabetes. Do you see, Trevor? I told you you had amazing powers to make people happy!"

"That's not what you meant!" I said, play-punching his shoulder.

He tickled my belly and said, "Near enough! The truth is that you try very hard because it's important to you to make people happy if you can." He paused and said, "Oh! The helicopter pilot said he is available anytime between 11:30 and 1:00 this afternoon. You can bring Yvgenia along if you like, and even your pet boy Shlomo."

"Wow, cool!" I said. "Thanks!"

***

We entered the door marked "Studio C" and met a man with long gray hair combed neatly over the back of his head. "Trevor Hawk, this is Norman Lucan. Norman, Trevor." I stood up on my toes and kissed him.

"Very good to meet you," he said in a soft voice with an American or Canadian accent. "Norman is the sound director for your promo film," said Randy.

"Nice to meet you," I said.

"And seated over there at the console," said Norman, "Is Gary Putnam. He is our engineer for this session."

Norman closed the door behind us, and I felt suddenly deaf. I was awe-stricken whenever I entered a recording studio. There was so much equipment with so many flashing lights and wobbly needle- looking things, but also that inescapable feeling of being part deaf.

Norman and Randy started going over the script and working out different ideas that sounded quite technical, so I wound my way around Norman and gave Gary a kiss, which made him smile. He gave me a hug too. "I've been waiting to meet you, Trevor," he said, holding his hands on my hips. That seemed like good touch. "A boy like you doesn't come along very often. Would you like to sit with me while Norman and Randy work things out? Maybe you'd like to learn what some of this equipment does?"

"Yes please," I said. "I'd like that."

"Those are some far-out duds!" he said. I smiled and thanked him, not knowing what duds were, and suddenly feeling a bit bashful. He was a muscular man with a long, brown mustache that wrapped around his lip and went down to his chin. His brown hair was very long and straight. He kept a pair of eyeglasses on the big console in front of him that he wore only when he had to look at his equipment. His voice was very clearly American.

He pulled a chair from his other side and rolled it toward me. "Can I sit here instead?" I asked, pointing to his lap.

"Hang on a sec," he said. "Randy, he's asking to sit on my lap while I show him around. Is that cool?" "If he asks, it's fine. He's asking and consenting for himself now. Paperwork's in place."

"Gotcha." He looked at me and said, "I heard what happened to you yesterday with that piece a' shit Buford. I'm sorry about that, and I want to make sure everything is ok before I touch you closely, even if it's not sexual. You really are an incredibly beautiful boy, and no one wants you to get hurt anymore or feel uncomfortable."

"Because I'm so beautiful?" I asked.

"No," he said. "Because you're a Frenetic kid." He picked me up and set me on his lap, and I was lost in thought about what he had said. It sounded so lovely, and I believed him when he said it. This seemed to be a man who loved children.

"Do you have kids?" I asked.

"I have a daughter who is sixteen, but I haven't seen her since she was three," he said. "Why do you ask?"

"You seem so nice," I said, "and you don't know me. You already want to look after me without knowing me. I think you'd be a brilliant dad."

"Thanks," he said, kissing me. "It could happen again."

He showed me a large window above the console. He said I would be in that room, speaking into the microphone. I would see the video on a monitor, and the words I was to speak would appear on the monitor, over the video. "We control that right here," he said, indicating a computer. "This is what it will look like to you."

He made a few mouse clicks, and there I was, leading Shlomo around by his leash. Then words appeared over us that read, "I like to explore new things with new people, and sometimes other people explore new things with me."

"See how that works? It's that simple."

"That's brilliant!" I said. "They didn't have anything like this at studio D. I just stood at the microphone and read lines that Randy printed out on paper. They made them match the film later. I couldn't read fast enough to do it well, so I had to remember the lines and say them out loud, one at a time."

"We can do that too," he said, "and we will if we have to, but it makes for a more organic narration if we record it real-time like this."

"I don't understand what you just said," I told him. "Is that ok?"

"Of course," he said, kissing me again. "It's fine. We just find that doing it this way makes it sound like you're really talking to the viewer. It makes it more real."

"Oh, I see." I said, not entirely sure I saw at all.

"They have this equipment in studio D too," he said. "It sounds like you just did something quick and simple. Was it a rough edit of something?"

"Yes," I nodded. "That's what Randy called it. He said it was a rough edit of our short film called The Dipstick. There were only a few lines for each of us to record. I also recorded some lines for my live show yesterday, but they didn't need to match a video. It was super-simple."

"Well there you go!" he said. "We don't always use the fancy gear for rough edits or live show voiceovers."

"What's that thing for?" I pointed to a cabinet that was as tall as a refrigerator with two large wheels that turned when he had played the video, and then they turned really fast when he was done playing it.

"That, my friend, is a rare Studer quarter-inch half-track 30 ips analog magnetic tape machine," he said dreamily, then he chuckled a bit. "That thing is my baby, and they are getting harder and harder to find, and finding parts for them can be nearly impossible." He patted my lap when he saw me snarl at him.

He had a machine for a baby? "When you were in studio D, your microphone was connected to a computer. The sound of your voice was kept in the computer and then put on the film. In this studio, we record your voice and save it on a computer, just like in studio D, but we also record it onto this thin tape. I'll show you."

He stood up, carrying me with him. He walked to the machine and he showed me the tape. "But it's not sticky," I said. "How can it be tape?"

He tried to hide a chuckle, and that's not easy to do when the boy you are trying to hide it from is in your arms with his legs around your belly. "It's not sticky tape," he said. "It's called magnetic tape because the whole piece of tape is a long, thin magnet."

"Oh I love playing with magnets," I said.

"Then you know what this tape does," he said. "When the tape moves over this thing, which we call a head, the head makes some of the tape more magnetic, and some of it less magnetic. That magnetic change comes from your voice, and it happens really fast. When we play the tape back, this other head right here can feel the magnetic changes in the tape, which came from your voice, and it turns them into electricity, which we can connect to speakers in order to hear you. We can connect that electricity to anything we like, even a computer."

"Wow!" I said, astonished that I understood him. "That's so cool! But why do you need this big machine when you can use a computer?"

"That's a little harder to explain," he said. "Recording machines, like this tape machine and our computers, all have their own sound. Nothing you record is ever an exact copy of the original sound. It always sounds just a little bit different. For most people's voices, these old tape machines make your voice sound the best. They have a real smoothness to them, though you might find it hard to notice until you get more experience."

He turned around and walked toward Randy and Norman. "Excuse me guys," he said. "I'd like to show Captain Hawkman the 24-track."

I giggled at what he'd called me. "I wanted my name to be Hawk Boy, but Mr. Eastman thought it sounded too Native American. I thought it made me sound like a superhero!"

"Ok, Hawk Boy," he said, "in here you are Hawk Boy, Defender of Earth, with superboy powers!" He held me flat in front of himself and carried me like I was flying until we got to the machine.

The machine looked a lot like the one he had just shown me, only the tape was not a quarter inch wide. "This is a two-inch, 24-track Otari multi-track recorder," he said. He set me on the ground so I could see this one, which was mounted onto a rack about as high as a desk. "This machine works exactly like the other one," he said, "except this machine divides the tape magnet into 24 sections, side-by-side.

That means this wide tape acts like twelve of those skinny tapes connected side-by-side, so we can record lots of different things at the same time. If we have 24 people talking on 24 different microphones, each of them will be recorded separately onto one of those skinny tape sections. These are great for music too. You can record a singer in one track, a guitar in another, a piano in another, and you can record one instrument at a time. You can turn each track on or off. Are you following all this, Hawk Boy, Defender of Earth?"

"Yes, I am!" I said, proud to answer truthfully. "It all looks and sounds complicated, but really it's not."

"Then, Hawk Boy, it's back to the control booth!" He lifted me onto his shoulder, and we pretended I was using my boy powers to fly back to where we were sitting. "Keep your body straight! Legs up!

You're gonna crash with that sloppy flying! Straight! There ya go!" He sat back down in the chair and rolled my body around so I was sitting on his lap again.

"I love you Gary!" I said, kissing him.

"I love you too, Hawk Boy!" he said, tickling my belly.

***

"Gary, I think we've got things worked out," said Randy as he sat next to us at the computer. "I'm going to enter this new copy, and we should be good to go."

"All right Randy," said Gary. "We're set up with the U-87 first. I'll get Hawk Boy here situated in the live room."

He carried me again, though I didn't know why he kept carrying me, through a thick, wooden door that opened to the other side of the big window. There were a bunch of strange microphones on stands, with one positioned in the middle of the room. There was a video monitor next to the microphone. Gary set me down on a taped T on the floor, with a chair a few feet behind it. "I need you to stand here, facing the monitor while you record. Put your toes right up to the top part of the T, with one foot on each side of this other tape strip, ok, Hawk Boy, Defender of all that sounds and looks fantastic?"

"Ok," I giggled. He was such a nice man, and so much fun to be with. He moved the microphone to about a foot away from me. He lowered it a bit, and then moved a black mesh circle between my mouth and the microphone.

"Can you see the monitor ok?" he asked. "Yes, just fine," I said.

"Ok, Hawk Boy," he said. "I'm going to be talking to you through these." He put a large pair of headphones over my ears and went to the control room, where I could see him through the window. "Can you hear me ok?" asked the voice in my headphones. How was I supposed to answer him in the other room? I looked at him and nodded. "You can talk to me with your normal voice," he said. "Just stand where you are, and I will hear you through the microphone. You will hear yourself too through your headphones."

"Ok," I said out loud. I hadn't worn headphones in studio D, and Randy was the one talking to me there. He was standing right next to me, so this was new to me.

"Good," he said. "I would like to do a test first. I am going to play part of the video, and I want you to read the words on the screen. Imagine you are reading the words to kids in a school room, loud enough so they will understand you in the back row, and breathe in nice and deep before you say anything.

Have you got that, Hawk Boy?"

"Got it," I said. The video began, and the sound from the video started out quiet, but it grew louder. It began with a close-up of my face when Hanna was sucking my cock. I opened my eyes and followed the camera to my left and grinned just a bit.

"Hello, my name is Trevor Hawk," I said. "I'm the new boy at Frenetic Studios, and you'll be seeing a lot of me very soon. In fact, you'll be seeing all of me very soon." The scene cut to several one-second clips of me fucking and deep-throating and being fucked. It all looked very raunchy, and not at all like it felt when I recorded those scenes, but I looked very good. Then I realized I couldn't read fast enough to keep up with the video.

"Thanks, Hawk Boy," said Gary. "We've got a few things to work out in here, so have a seat, have a drink of water, chillax, but leave your headphones on, ok?"

"Ok," I said.

I sat down, and Randy came into the room a few seconds later with my water bottle. "You forgot this," he said, handing it to me. I took a sip. He stood in front of me, next to the microphone. That meant I could hear him without taking the headphones off, like Gary said. "This is how we're going to do this session. It's going to be different from yesterday. You'll do one quick take, only one line, then there might be some discussion, some adjustments, switching microphones, and even arguing about the script. We're already making a change. You are no longer the new boy at Frenetic since Hiro and Kenji signed yesterday, so now you are 'new to the Frenetic family.' I told you, people can be a bit fussy about the details at this stage." I think I looked worried again. He said, "Remember, other people get paid to worry. Just be yourself and speak into the microphone if you need to ask for anything. And speak your lines clearly, but talk like you would to a friend. Maybe you could imagine you're on the phone with Sebastian."

This was too much to remember all at once! Now I really was worrying. "But I can't read this fast enough," I told Randy. "What am I going to do if I can't keep up?"

"I will get you a copy of the script as it is right now so you can read and remember one line at a time before we record it, just like we did yesterday," he said with a reassuring tone. "Remember, when you've memorized a line, don't say it too fast. Go at the same speed you see in the monitor, ok? Also keep in mind that we will be making small changes to the script throughout the session, and I will bring you the changes as we make them." I nodded, feeling relieved. "Hawk, everyone who hears these recordings will be a loving friend. You know the people at Frenetic love you, and you will be loved by fans all over the world. And I know already that you love them. You are always among friends, no matter what you do at Frenetic." I stood up and hugged him, feeling very relieved. What he said when I first met him was very true – he really did understand boys.

***

"Hi, Trevor," said another voice as Randy went back to the control room. "This is Norman. Can you hear me ok?"

"Yes Sir," I said.

"No, no, just Norman is fine. I wanted to let you know that we will be doing several takes of each line. I will probably talk to you if I want you to do something differently, maybe saying something slightly differently. When I do that, it doesn't mean you've done anything wrong, ok? It just means I want to try it a different way. Your sound check sounded wonderful. Remember what Gary said. Breathe deeply before each line. Oh, Randy is here too, and he might also have suggestions and information for you. Remember we're all working for you. We're all here to make you look and sound sexy and fantastic!"

"Hi Hawk," said Randy. "We're going to start now. Do you need anything at all before we begin?" "No thanks, I think I'm fine."

"You're more than fine, kid," said Norman. "You're sensational!"

***

We began recording. When I memorized one line at a time and then spoke the line with the video, it worked really well. I did my best, but Norman told me a few times I needed to put live energy into it. He said sometimes it sounded like I was making an announcement rather than saying these things to my new friends. He told me to project my voice, which sounded like he wanted me to be louder. He said that wasn't it, but when I projected like he wanted me to, I was louder. One time when Norman was talking to me, I heard Randy saying, "We need to try the 319. I only work with kids, and the 319 nearly always sounds better with them. The U-87 is coming across too thin and dark. We are not using digital emulators! He's a kid, not Frank Sinatra!" Norman's microphone cut off, and I wondered if Frank Sinatra was one of the adult actors. I could see them speaking behind the window. Randy looked frustrated, but after a minute, Norman waved Gary into the room with me.

"Hawk Boy! How ya doing, partner?" he said happily. "We're just going to try a different microphone." He took the silver U-87 away and brought a stand with a black microphone on it. He asked me to stand on the T again, and he brought this one in closer to my mouth.

"Are they arguing?" I asked.

Gary chuckled and said, "Yeah, and they're doing it very well. There's not a thing wrong with arguing if you know how to do it with respect. Look, Hawk Boy, these guys are serious, world-class professionals, both of them, and they didn't get where they are by not handling disagreements well. In all art, everyone has an opinion, and all opinions are valid. Let them worry about the best way to do this, and when it's your turn to read the lines, just do it the best you can. That's how we all work together. Ok partner?"

"Ok, Gary." He kissed me before stepping back into the control booth. If this was how it was when only two people disagreed about something in my promo film, I was dreading the screening, where dozens of people would surely be disagreeing and arguing.

"Ok Trevor," said Norman, "we're going to take it from the top again and see how this new microphone sounds."

"Hello, my name is Trevor Hawk. I'm new to the Frenetic family, and you'll be seeing a lot of me very soon. In fact, you'll be seeing all of me very soon." It went on like this, on and on. At some point I took my knickers and my vest off and stood there naked, stroking my hard cock as I read my lines. Norman wanted sexual energy, so I thought that might help.

It's amazing how much of a turn-on it was to know whatever I was doing was going to make somebody cum somewhere in the world. Even after being deep-throated for the first time, I managed to cum twice during this recording session. I knew that my voiceover recordings would be part of the good feeling people got from my child porn videos. It made me feel sort of powerful, but in a good way. I had the power to make people feel good. That was the most amazing feeling in the world. Before I met Randy, it seemed people were annoyed by me being around them, or something like that. For whatever reason, they didn't want me near them. No matter what I did, I couldn't make them happy. Suddenly everything was upside down, but I hadn't changed at all. Had I? I sure didn't think so.

***

Randy was right about how fussy everybody was. Eventually we settled into a way of moving through everything that Randy and Norman were both happy with. Norman seemed surprised at how much he liked the second microphone after he had called it 'cheap Russian crap'.

We were getting near the end of things when Randy came into the room with me. "Hawk," he said, "I'm going to leave you here with Gary and Norman for about fifteen minutes. It's ten o'clock now, so I'll be back at about ten-fifteen. I'm going to give Inspector MacAdams my statement. I wanted to get that out of the way so we could both have a little extra time after you're done." I nodded. Things had been going well, and we were nearly done anyway. "I love you, Hawk," he said with a kiss, "and Norman is absolutely wild about you. He doesn't show it, but he's really very impressed with your voiceover skills. Well, it's more how quickly you learn how to follow his instructions. That could lead to even more work opportunities for you. But we'll talk later. I'll see you in fifteen minutes."

"I love you Randy!" I said as we kissed again.

***

True to his word, at precisely 10:15, Randy was back in the control room, but so was I, fully dressed again in my bikini knickers and tiny vest. We had already finished, and Gary was playing back my recordings with the video. I couldn't believe that was my voice! It sounded like something from a television announcer, maybe one who was eight, almost nine, but a professional announcer. Randy and Norman shook hands and said how great it was working with each other again and that they should do lunch. Gary got handshakes from the others as well, but I made all of them pick me up and kiss me.

Well, I asked them to, and they did. I hoped I would see a lot more of Gary.

Chapter 55
Burden

Trevor feels the heavy burden of telling a detective that a man had touched him the day before without his permission. He doesn't think it was a very serious thing to do, but everyone around him calls it sexual assault, and they all think the man should be put in prison. Trevor knows that if he tells the detective everything, he will be putting the man in prison for years, and why should he have to do that for such a stupid thing as grabbing his cock? He was a foul, smelly, drunken man, but why should it be up to Trevor to make him go to prison? What about the man's family? Wouldn't they miss him? All he has to do is tell the truth, which he believes is right, but if he does, this man will be ruined forever. Should he sign the statement that would put the guy away? It's an overwhelming responsibility, and he was just a kid.
This chapter is all about Trevor as a person, and about the kind of people who are looking after him in his new life. It doesn't have any naughtiness, except the playfulness shown in the caption. We'll get to some of that in the next chapter. ☺

Randy and I left the office building and walked toward the security headquarters building, where Inspector MacAdams would be meeting me. "Really Hawk," he said, "you'll like her. She works with kids all the time, and she's seen everything. She won't waste time. She just wants you to tell her what happened and that's all. She will record the conversation as well. Oh, and she wants you to call her Judith." He put his arm around me. He knew I was scared.

"Can I sit on your lap while we're in there?" I asked.

"Of course, Hawk," he said. "Everyone wants you to be comfortable. But this will be a breeze after that recording session."

"I know, it's just, it's…" I turned around and hugged Randy's leg, suddenly crying.

I don't cry very much at all because I'm older now, but I did a lot of crying during my first week at Frenetic. I don't want you to get the wrong impression though. It was the happiest week of my life. All of my emotions were exploding, all the the good ones too, and I guess it didn't take much to get me crying then. But I was scared of this meeting with the detective. Very scared. Sometimes I think it's a wonder I didn't pee myself.

Randy picked me up and said, "Shh, shh, it's ok sweetie. Tell me what's wrong." "I can't do it!" I said. "I can't!" He sat down on a bench outside the security headquarters and put me on his lap so we could talk. "Can you tell me why, Hawk?"

"That man… If I say the wrong thing, he'll go to jail for a long time, and his family will miss him."

"Oh Honey-Hawk, that's too much responsibility," he said. "You are only responsible for telling the truth. You can only say what happened. I already told the inspector what I saw, and Boris will too this afternoon, so it's not just you. Raoul will also tell her what happened. The CCTV cameras all saw it. What happened is what happened, and none of us can change that. Do you understand that much?" I nodded. "Now think carefully about this. Who decided that he would touch you?"

"He did," I said softly.

"Did you have some way of choosing what he did?" "I guess not," I said.

"Hawk, whether he goes to jail is not your decision. He decided to violate your body, and Her Majesty's criminal court will decide what will happen next, not you. Like you said, he made the choice, not you. You won't be sending him anywhere. He made that choice when he violated your control over your own precious body." I sobbed more when he said that, but I didn't know why. "I know it's hard to understand why that is such a serious crime, but believe me, Buford certainly understood the seriousness of what he did, and he made his decision anyway. That's what matters. You will be one voice among many who tells the truth about what happened. You have not decided that he should go to prison. You don't ever get to make that decision. Only the court can decide that. And if you're worried about whether his family will miss him, he has been divorced six times, he has no children, and most of his relatives have disowned him anyway."

"Randy?"

"Yes, Hawk?"

"I liked it when you called me Honey-Hawk just now," I said. "It made me feel special, like you really love me. But call me Hawk too please. Maybe call me Honey-Hawk when I'm sad or frightened?"

"Honey-Hawk, I do love you, and you are special." "I'm ready to talk with the Inspector now."

***

Randy carried me into the security headquarters building to an office where we met Markus. Randy sat in a chair, one of three cushioned chairs that were positioned around a low round table with coffee mugs on it. He cradled me in his lap the whole time. Just as Markus sat down in another chair, a man and a woman came into the office. Markus stood right back up, but not Randy. "Judith!" said Randy in greeting. "I'm sorry I can't stand just now. I have a much more important priority, as you see."

"Hello Trevor," she said, nodding. "My name is Judith. I think Randy and Markus have told you why we're here. You certainly look safe with those strong arms around you." I nodded. "Well that's good. If any nasty monster tries to attack you, you'll be well-protected."

I tried to look at her because it was only polite, but I couldn't. She looked strong and serious. She had a pointed nose and short gray hair that made her look somehow dangerous to me, and I was already frightened. So I looked down at her ID badge.

It surprised me that she was also wearing a Frenetic ID badge, just like all the KCU people and the Frenetic employees wore. It had a picture of a police badge on one side and her name under the Frenetic logo on the other side, with her picture in the middle. Her badge said she was a visitor. That made no sense to me. She was a police detective from Scotland Yard, not a visitor. The bottom part of her ID badge said "Police Officer" in large letters, right where Maria's badge had said "Child Safety," and Nurse Blaine's had said "RN." She also had a real police badge on her lapel. Surely that must have shown everyone she was no visitor. Otherwise I guess she was dressed pretty normally.

She said something quietly to her assistant. Then she turned to me and said, "I just started recording our conversation, and I need to say a few things for the record, ok Trevor?"

"Honey-Hawk," I said, looking at Randy. "What's that, Trevor?" she asked.

"I'm Honey-Hawk now," I said, still looking at Randy. "Will you please call me Honey-Hawk? It makes me less afraid."

Markus said something quietly to her that I didn't understand.

"I think that's reasonable, Honey-Hawk," she said. "Nobody wants you to be frightened, and we all know this is very difficult for you."

"Thanks," I said, still looking at Randy. He never took his eyes off of me.

"Ok," she continued. "I need to say a few boring things for the record. Please be patient while I'm speaking. Then I have to ask you a question about your name, ok Honey-Hawk?" I nodded.

"This is Markus Kramer, attorney for the witness" said Markus. "For the record, the witness has nodded to indicate agreement with Inspector Macadams." That seemed a rather strange thing to say, but he was the expert.

Then Judith began speaking with a rather stiff and boring voice. "This is Detective Inspector Judith MacAdams of the Sexual Offences, Exploitation and Child Abuse unit of the Specialist Crime and Operations Directorate, Metropolitan Police Service, in the county of Greater London. The time is 10:33 AM, Thursday, nineteen July, twenty eighteen. This recording concerns case number one seven six stroke zero seven two one one nine, investigation of alleged sexual assault committed on eighteen July, twenty eighteen on the premises of the Frenetic Film Corporation within the county of Greater London. Present with me in the room are Detective Sergeant Murray Hill, who is taking notes of this conversation, Attorney for the witness Mr. Markus Kramer, legal guardian for the witness Mr. Randall Christianson, and the witness himself, who is a minor child. We will address the witness's identity in a moment."

She paused and took a deep breath. Then she turned to me with a smile and said, "That's all the official talk finished. Now, Honey-Hawk, just this one time, would you please say your real name out loud, including your full surname that you used before you started working here? It's important for our record that you give us your real name just this one time please."

I looked at Randy, and he smiled, giving me a gentle squeeze. "My name is Trevor Martin Hawkinson, and I'm eight, almost nine," I said to Randy, not looking away from his comforting face.

"And for the record," she said, "I will be calling you Honey-Hawk while we talk this morning, because you have told me it makes you feel less frightened. When I say the name Honey-Hawk, that means I am talking to you, Trevor Martin Hawkinson."

It wasn't a question, but I answered, "I'm Honey-Hawk."

She looked in my direction as I continued to stare into Randy's eyes and said, "Yes, we are all clear now, Honey-Hawk, and thank you very much. I just needed to have that on our recording to make things official. I think the best thing to do is to get right into this." Then she looked down at her notes, smiled kindly at me again, which I barely saw off to the side as I continued to look at Randy. Then she said, "If you need to stop for a moment, that's ok. If you make a mistake or say something that isn't correct, or maybe it isn't quite what you meant to say, that's perfectly ok, but it's very important that you to tell us as soon as you can what the mistake was, and we'll make sure it's corrected, ok?"

"Ok," I said to Randy. I felt myself trembling. The moment had almost arrived when I would have to tell what happened, but Randy was holding me, and he loved me. He would keep me safe. He would tell them I didn't want to make that man go to jail. He caressed me in different places, constantly moving his hands around, and I had a quick giggle as I looked into his eyes, thinking about what a perv he could be, using any excuse to touch my bare thighs! He winked at me. He knew what I was thinking, and I think he knew I needed something to giggle about just then.

"Now Honey-Hawk," said Judith, "yesterday you did a live sex performance with Mr. Christianson here, and with another boy who uses the working name Boris Boomboy. Would you please tell us what happened after your performance, when you were meeting members of the audience? In fact, since you are so safe with Mr. Christianson, why don't you tell him what happened?"

"But he already knows," I said, turning to her. "I think I should tell you instead, because you're the detective who needs to know, right?"

"Yes," she said with a kind smile, "Yes, that's right." I was still scared, but she no longer looked very frightening. She was smiling, and Randy had just made me giggle. Somehow that made me feel brave, just for the moment.

"Well, Mr. Eastman told the people in the audience that they could meet us if they wanted to, but they should tip us generously. Raoul and the other security people had the people form into a queue. They came up to me and put lots of tip money on the stage next to me, and I would give them a thank-you kiss or something. Sometimes they wanted an autograph. One man asked me to autograph his willy! Another man wanted me to autograph his two sons' bodies. Some of them wanted to give my penis a tug. That's just a friendly way that we say hello here, but they all had to ask me first, and I can always say no if I don't want someone to do that," I said, as if teaching one of the new boys at the studio how we did things. "But the person you want to know about is Mr. Buford, I guess." I paused, waiting for her to agree, but she didn't.

"Please continue when you feel ready," she said, "ok, Honey-Hawk?"

"Ok, I'm ready," I said. "Mr. Buford was in the queue to see me. When he got to the front, he put down a big tip, but it turned out to be a really small tip with a bunch of blank paper between a few real notes. He smelled horrible, like nasty cigars and whiskey. He said I was the prettiest thing he'd ever seen, something like that. I don't remember his words very well, but he called me pretty, and I really like it when people call me pretty, but he didn't mean it like other people mean it. It felt… wrong somehow, like he didn't mean pretty, but maybe something else. I'm not sure what though. It was a little uncomfortable. While he was talking, he had his hands on my thighs, and he moved them up until he had his hands around my cock…" I lurched with startle at what I'd said. "Oh! I'm sorry! I meant around my penis."

"Honey-Hawk," said Judith, with her kind smile, "please use your own words. If he grabbed your cock, then he grabbed your cock. I need you to say what happened using your own words, not the words you think will please me or anyone else." She turned to the man next to her who had been typing everything into his laptop and said, "until he had his hands around my cock." He stopped typing and nodded. "Please continue when you are ready, Honey-Hawk. You said he had his hands on your thighs, and he moved them up until he had his hands around your cock."

"Yes, Judith, he had his hands around my cock. We always say cock here." She smiled gently and nodded. "So, as soon as he had his hands on my cock, Raoul, my security person, pulled Mr. Buford's hands away from my cock and made him leave. I guess someone called the police then too. That's really all there is."

"Thank you Honey-Hawk," she said with another kind smile. "We're almost done already! I just need to ask a few more questions, and they are all very easy. First, you said Mr. Eastman told people in the audience they could meet you. Was that Mr. Philip Eastman, the executive producer here at Frenetic Children's Division?"

"Yes, that's him," I said.

"Ok, did everybody from the audience who touched you anywhere on your body first ask for your permission?"

"Yes, everybody asked. They all seemed to know they had to ask, except Mr. Buford. He didn't ask anything. He just smelled bad and licked his lips."

"Thank you," she said. "When you say Mr. Buford, do you mean Beauregard Buford, the former American distributor for Frenetic Films?"

"Yes, of course. He's the one we're talking about."

"Thank you, Honey-Hawk. When you say Raoul, do you mean Raoul Rodriguez, a security officer who works for Frenetic Studios?"

"Yes Ma'am," I said. "He was my very own personal security guard for the live show. I've never had my own security guard before! He's a very nice man, and he kept track of all my tip money too. He kept it in his jacket so no one could steal it."

"He sounds like a good man to have with you during a performance like this," she said.

"Oh yes, Judith," I said. "He is a really good person, and Randy my agent picked him out specially for me. I hope I get to have him again this afternoon when I'm doing another live show." Randy smiled at me but didn't say anything.

"Thank you Honey-Hawk," she said. "It might sound silly, and it's perfectly ok to laugh if you like, but I need to ask you this for legal reasons that Mr. Kramer will understand."

"Yes," said Markus, "we can talk about these questions when we've finished if you like."

Judith continued, "When you say Randy, do you mean Randall Christianson, your agent and legal guardian, the adult actor at your live performance, and the man who is holding you in his lap right now?"

I did giggle. "Yes Ma'am, that is a silly thing to ask. Of course I mean him!" I giggled a little more. "He's the only Randy I know, and I love him a lot!" I reached my head up toward Randy's, and he leaned down a bit to meet me for a kiss.

"Thank you, Honey-Hawk," she said with a bright smile. "Your kiss tells me that you do love him very much. I'm glad to see you smiling now. You weren't smiling when we began, and I can certainly understand why not. But I hope you have been surprised at how easy this has all been."

I nodded with a smile and said, "It's been super easy, Judith. You're so nice, even though Randy says you come from Scotland Yard."

"Oh dear, Honey-Hawk! I hope you don't hold that against me!" she said with a broad smile. Randy and Markus chuckled. "We are almost done now. Here is my last question for you, Honey-Hawk," she said. "Did Mr. Buford ever ask for your permission to put his hands on your thighs before touching you there?"

"No, not at all. He never asked permission for anything. Raoul thought he was drunk."

"Well, I will speaking with Mr. Rodriguez about that," she said. "How about that, Mr. Honey-Hawk! We are all done with the questions and the talking, unless there is something important you think I should know, or something else that might help us to understand the truth about what happened?"

"I don't think so, Judith," I said. "I said what happened, and it was all the truth, so you can know that's what happened, and you get to decide what to do now."

Judith looked at me sweetly, almost the way a grandmother would look at a grandchild she was very proud of. "Yes," she said, "your job here is finished by telling us the true story, and other people will decide what to do with it." Then she turned from me and said, "This ends the recording. The time now is 10:48 AM." She waved to her assistant, who then pressed a button, which I guess turned off the recorder.

"Sergeant Hill is printing a copy of everything you said about what happened yesterday, ah here it is now." She handed the paper to Markus. "Honey-Hawk, all that's left is for you to read this with your solicitor, Mr. Kramer. Mr. Christianson has the right to look it over as well if he wishes. If everything is correct, I'll ask you and Mr. Kramer to sign it, and we'll be done. This kind of statement is not an exact quote of everything you've said. It just has to be true and complete, and if there are words that are different from what you said, they have to mean the same thing. Mr. Kramer can explain more if you like. If you find any mistakes, or if you read anything that isn't quite what you meant to say, or if you think there is something missing, show it to Mr. Kramer, and we'll make the necessary corrections right here and print a new copy."

After Markus read the paper, he handed it to me and let me read it together with Randy. "Did you understand what Judith meant about this not being exactly what you said, but that it has to have the same meaning as what you said, and it has to be true?" Markus asked me.

"Yes, I understand that," I said. "I don't know why they do it like that though."

"They know what things are important in a statement like this. And sometimes professional people like Inspector Judith can find better words that say things more clearly to the court than the words a young boy might have used, even though you were very clear with your own words, and Judith told you that it was very important to use your own words while talking. This piece of paper is actually your statement. The things you said on the recording were your way of telling Inspector Judith what needed to be written in your statement, and they are the record that shows how the statement was written." I was glad he was the solicitor.

I was almost nine, but some of the words on the paper were difficult to read, and I didn't understand some of them. Markus didn't tell me what those words meant, which was frustrating. He just circled them, and he suggested other ways of saying the same thing in a way that I could understand. (I noticed that the word "cock" was used in the statement, just how I'd used it.) Judith's assistant printed another copy with the changes that Markus suggested, and Randy and I continued reading.

I noticed that the first time I said "Randy" and "Mr. Buford," the paper had "Randall Christianson, my professional agent, legal guardian, and fellow actor, whom I call Randy," and "Beauregard Buford, former American distributor for Frenetic Films, whom I call Mr. Buford" written instead. Markus said that was ok because I had told Judith at the end that those were the people I meant when I said "Randy" and "Mr. Buford." None of Judith's questions were written in the statement either. It was all written as if I were telling the story myself, with no one asking me anything. Markus told me the statement had to reflect what I had said, and only what I had said, not what Judith had to say. That's why her questions weren't there.

"As long as everything on that paper is true and complete, and as long as you understand every word of it, then it's ok," Markus said. When I finished reading it, I looked at him and swallowed. My mouth was suddenly dry. "How does it look, Trevor?"

"It's all the truth." Suddenly I couldn't breathe properly. I looked at Randy, who nodded, and I said, "All the stuff I said is in here and it's all the tru…"

I suddenly exploded into tears again. I wasn't expecting it, and I wasn't sure why, but I buried my face in Randy's chest and bawled. All I had left to do was to sign it, but suddenly I was overwhelmed by the burden of that responsibility. Everybody wanted him to go to prison but me. Even Boris had said he should "go for hell." They wanted him to go to prison, but I didn't, yet I was the one who had to sign the paper that they needed to send him there, the piece of paper I was holding in my hand. One little piece of paper would lock him in prison, but only if I signed it. Me.

Randy rocked me gently in his arms and started singing softly to me. It was a song about how a lot of things turn bad out there, how it's a wild world, and how he'll always remember me like a child. It was really a pretty song, and I'd never heard it before, but he was saying that even when I grow up he would look after me if he could, but whether he likes it or not, I would have to grow up someday and have my own life. But at that moment, I was still a little boy, and he was looking after me.

"Everybody here knows why this is such a struggle for you, Honey Hawk," said Randy. "It's ok to take some time to be sure you're doing the right thing."

"Do I have to sign this, Judith?" I asked between sniffles.

"No, Honey Hawk, you do not have to sign it. You don't even have to talk to me about this," she replied. "But I think what you really need to ask is whether you should sign it, and that's a question that only Mr. Kramer and Mr. Christianson here can help you with today. I can't give you that kind of advice."

I looked at Markus, and then at Randy. I knew the answer. I knew what I had to do, and what I should do, but I needed one more cry before doing it. I wrapped my arms around Randy's neck and hugged him tightly while I cried out the last of my tears. Then I looked him in the eyes, kissed him sloppily, and held my hand out to Markus so he could hand me a pen.

He gave me a pen, and Randy sat me upright on his lap. I put the statement on the table and signed the paper that would put a man in prison for fifteen years for grabbing my cock.

"Honey Hawk," said Judith, "you have done some very painful soul-searching. Doing what you should do is not always easy. You showed a lot of courage just now, and you made very sure you did it for all the right reasons. I want to thank you for simply telling the truth, even when it was so terribly difficult. I also want you to know that I am very proud of you, and that you have acted like a good and responsible subject of Her Majesty's United Kingdom. I am sure Mr. Christianson and Mr. Kramer will stay close to you to support your decision. I know they are both fiercely proud of you as well."

Those were really nice words, but I had just made her job easier. Of course she would be glad I did it. But Randy was right. Buford was the one who made me have to go through this, and I was beginning to feel properly angry.

***

"How do you feel now, Honey-Hawk?" asked Randy as we walked out of the security building.

"I love you Hawk. And I am very, very proud of you. You were so frightened of what you had to do, but you did it anyway. Some people say that's what courage is - feeling the fear and doing it anyway. Yes, I am very proud."

"You're sure?" I asked. "You're positive that soon I will understand why it's good that I just did something that made sure he had to go to prison?"

"I am sure, Hawk," he said. "I can't say how soon, and I can't prove it to you. I can only tell you I am sure."

"Ok," I said. "I trust you. You've earned my trust. I decided that after I made you cry in the pub by Gold Boys of Chelsea. You loved me anyway, and you didn't run away when I hurt your feelings. Everything in my life is better since you've been looking after me. Everything! Now I have to trust you about this too, even though it's difficult."

For a moment I thought I'd made him cry again. Then he picked me up and kissed me and hugged me with so much love I thought I might cry again. He sat me on his shoulders and carried me back to the dormitory building, holding me in place by my bare thighs, of course. It made me happy when he touched my bare legs like that because I knew how happy it made him feel, even when we weren't having sex. I squeezed my thighs together against his cheeks because I knew he would love it. Maybe I was saying thank you. He had given me so much, and this was one little thing I could give him, and it made him smile. He kissed me goodbye as he walked back to the office building and I went up to room 46 to meet Yvgenia for shopping.

It's strange, but after going through something so difficult and crying a lot, I nearly always feel super- cheerful when it's all over, even silly. It would be several months before I really understood what was so wrong about what Mr. Buford had done, but at that exact moment, I didn't need to know. I felt sexy again, and I was going shopping with a new friend!

Chapter 56
Almost Heaven

Trevor returns to his dorm room and finds his pet boy dutifully fucking the depressed and mopey girl who shares their room. Then it's time for a little more shopping. Trevor has been acting kinda boyish lately, but once he gets into a clothing store, the queen in him really comes out.

The sight that greeted me in room 46 was the last I expected to see. I can't imagine why though. Meeting with the detective seemed to have taken me out of it for a while, and I forgot where I lived and who I lived with. Yvgenia and Shlomo were still naked, but Yvgenia was lying on her back holding Shlomo's collar while he fucked her hard. That made me smile because it seemed Yvgenia was finally starting to enjoy things again, and because my boy was serving her so well. God he looked cute!

I sat on the bed with them and caressed Shlomo's busy little ass. It felt hard as he flexed his fuck muscles. Normally it felt soft and squishy. I licked my index finger until it was all wet, and I stuck it in his ass, firmly and steadily. He threw his head back and yelped. I got a stiffy again. I would have fucked his cute, tiny little ass right then, only I had already cum three times that day, and it wasn't even time for lunch. I didn't want to have problems during the live performance either, so I resisted temptation. Instead, I firmly and steadily inserted my middle finger into his little hole as well. He arched his back and made a barking sound as I massaged him from the inside. I could feel how tightly he was clenching my fingers, and I imagined how it would feel to be using my cock instead. It seemed no wonder he was so popular.

I made an impulsive decision. I would just fuck him for a little while and not cum. I removed my vest and panties (and my fingers from his ass) and put my cock in his face so he could suck it, but Yvgenia shoved his head away and gulped it down herself. I didn't want her to get the wrong idea, so I pulled out once I knew I was wet enough to slide into Shlomo's ass. She had been sucking so hard it was difficult to pull out. She let out a brief moan of disappointment, but as I slid into Shlo mo's ass, something seemed to reach deeper inside her. She howled and clenched Shlomo and me tightly with her legs.

I leaned in and kissed Yvgenia. She looked into my eyes after the kiss with a certain desperation it seemed. Then she let out a scream, still staring at me. She barked with each thrust my boy put into her, and with each thrust I put into my boy. She dug her fingers into his neck and clenched our bodies tighter with her legs. He kept going, faster and faster, and I did my best to match his pace. Soon I realized he was trying to match my pace. After all, I was Master. Apparently, that made it feel even more intense for Yvgenia. It was obvious that all she wanted was for me to fuck her, and by directing my boy to fuck her while I was fucking him, it seemed close enough to get Yvgenia shrieking while gazing into my eyes. She looked at me, I looked at my sweet little boy, and he looked at her. I touched her hand and she crushed mine in her grip and screamed again. Then I heard a little puppy bark and felt a sudden, awesome, clenching on my cock. Shlomo pressed his cock deep inside Yvgenia and held it there, then took four more hard thrusts, making Yvgenia shriek one last time, followed by Shlomo's last grunt.

I didn't want to stop yet. So what if I had a live show. I'd be fine. I knew I could cum at least 10 times in a day. I'd done it a few times in the park by Mum's flat. Shlomo had laid his head on Yvgenia's chest when I began thrusting. He arched his back again and threw his head back until it pressed against my chest. Yvgenia screamed when he did this. I noticed a few people had gathered at the open door to our room to watch. I learned that was normal in the children's dorm building.

I think Shlomo was still hard, because every time I thrust into him, Yvgenia writhed and howled. Shlomo turned his head back toward me and said, "Master I love you!" It sounded as if he was crying the words. I felt so much love for that little boy. I reached my arm around his chest and sucked on his neck until I felt an eruption of bliss.

I don't know how long we remained in that position, but it felt like forever. Whenever one of us twitched, the other two followed.

Soon Shlomo and I rolled off, with my cock still inside his little ass. I'd learned long ago that when I cum several times close together, I usually stay hard after. Shlomo wasn't complaining, and neither was I.

Yvgenia grabbed me around the neck and kissed me madly. When she'd had enough, she said, "If you're ever unsure about being gay, tell me!"

I kissed her gently and said, "You will be the first to know, but don't be afraid to jump on me just because you're a girl. My cock isn't as big as Shlomo's," which I jerked as I said this, "but you can play with it if you like. And you can use my boy anytime too. I think he likes you." Shlomo looked at Yvgenia and nodded with a broad smile.

"That's odd, really," said Yvgenia, "because he almost never does scenes with girls or plays with them at all."

"Master loves you," said Shlomo, "so I love you too, and I want to make you feel good. That makes Master feel good, and it makes me feel good when Master feels good. Other girls don't make Master feel good like that."

Yvgenia looked at me and said, "What a curious explanation. As long as everyone's happy, I guess that's what matters."

I jerked Shlomo's cock again, only to keep it from getting soft. I gave him a few more thrusts in his ass while we all enjoyed the occasional aftershocks from our orgasms. "Master loves you too, my sweet boy," I said to Shlomo.

He turned his head back to look into my eyes and gave me the prettiest smile, then looked down and said, "Thank you Master. I love you too." He really looked lovely in the afterglow of good sex.

***

Soon we decided it was time to go shopping, but I had something I wanted to try first. After asking Yvgenia if it was ok, I told Shlomo to put his cock back into Yvgenia's pussy until I came back with my new cell phone. Sebastian had shown me how to take videos with it, remembering to hold the camera sideways. I started recording the video as I walked up to Yvgenia's bed. I orbited both of them, which means I walked around them while keeping the camera pointed at them, and then I moved in to get a tight shot of Yvgenia's pussy just as Shlomo pulled his monstrous, almost grotesque cock slowly out of it. Shlomo rolled over and lay next to her as I backed up for a wide shot. They kissed and waved, and that was how I recorded my first child porn video.

***

"To the shower, boy," I said. "Clean yourself thoroughly, and we will join you in a minute so you can clean us."

"Yes Master."

Yvgenia and I cuddled for a minute or so before going to the shower. This time we all crammed into one shower stall, which wasn't difficult given how tiny Shlomo is, and the fact that he was on his knees most of the time cleaning us. Besides, the shower stalls weren't proper stalls. They had no walls or curtains separating them. They were community showers, meant for sharing.

When we dried off, they each took a pair of sandals from the dispenser, and Yvgenia said she was ready. Shlomo nodded in agreement. Both of them always went everywhere naked. I put on a clean pair of long white socks and dressed again in my white knickers and vest with fringes. I wanted to buy accessories for that outfit, so I thought it would be best to wear it to the store. It felt odd being the only one wearing clothing.

I wanted to bring my cell phone and my Visa, but I didn't have pockets or anything to put them in. "You need a purse," said Yvgenia. "I bet they have one of those at Almost Heaven as well. In fact, I saw one there that would be perfect! It's white, leather, and it has those fringes you like. You should bring your makeup too so you can put it in your purse. You should always have your makeup with you. That's really what a purse is for."

I took her advice and grabbed my mascara, eyeliner, and red cute-boy lipstick. I made Shlomo carry the makeup. I held onto my Visa and cell phone. "Aren't you going to buy anything?" I asked her.

"I dunno," she said.

"Won't you need money or a card or something?"

"I set up an account with the studio," she said. "You can do that you know. I'll show you how at the store. It's super simple. That way you can go anywhere in the studio where something costs money, and you can buy it without a card or anything. They just take the money from your account."

"I'd like that," I said. I leashed my boy and we walked to the store.

***

"If you're a good boy and stay quiet, you can come inside too," I said to Shlomo just outside the entrance to Almost Heaven. There were hitching posts in front of the store just like the ones in front of the main studio building for people to tie their slaves down while shopping. There was naked a man with a black hood over his head handcuffed to one of the posts.

"Yes Master," he said clearly, with another cheerful smile.

The three of us walked in. The store was deceptively large inside. The public was not allowed in, only Frenetic employees, so there wasn't a big sign out front, and they didn't try to make it look very noticeable. My jaw dropped at all the pretty and sexy things. They also had regular everyday clothes for wearing off the lot, if we didn't want to look sexy. I didn't think I'd ever wear those kinds of clothes again. The children's department was on the ground floor, women's clothing was upstairs, and men's clothes and BDSM gear for men, women, and children was in the basement.

Yvgenia took me to where the purse was. It was small, made of leather, and it had a one-inch strap with a buckle to adjust the length. White fringes hung from the bottom and sides and from the bottom of the flap. It had gorgeous white beadwork in the middle of the flap. I smiled at Yvgenia. I could see Shlomo's eyes open wide with a huge smile on his face. I think he was happy for his master. "Why don't I buy this first so I have a place to put my things, and then I'll set up my account."

"Ok," said Yvgenia. "You can do all that at the counter in the corner."

We walked to the corner, and I told Shlomo to heel. He knelt back on his feet and hugged my leg like a good boy. The purse was £450, but I learned that the same purse at Gold Boys of Chelsea would cost twice that. The store did not operate for profit, and the studio subsidized everything we bought to encourage us to get top quality goods. I handed the assistant my Visa card and told her I wanted to set up an account. She asked me how much I would like to put into the account. I just said the first number that came to my head, £5,000. She had me sign something, and it was done. Yvgenia was right; it was all very easy.

I put my cell phone and Visa card in my new purse, as well as the makeup I had given Shlomo to carry, and asked the assistant if she knew whether they had long boots that would match my outfit. She called someone from the children's footwear and legwear department. A very young-looking woman with pretty eyes came to greet us. She introduced herself to us as Claudia before leading us to her department. "Yes," she said, "I see what you mean. I think we have just the thing." And she did! They went up as high as my tube socks. They closed with a zipper on the inside, just like my purple boots with gold and black paisley. They had fringes all around the top and down the back. The leather was plain, with no ornaments or hardware.

They had my size information from the wardrobe department in their computer, so it was an easy matter to find my size. I took off my shoes and slid my feet into the boots. Claudia did up the zips for me. I looked in the three-way mirror, and I loved it. I decided to pull my socks down a bit so they didn't show over the top of the boots.

"If I might make a suggestion, Mr. Hawk," said Claudia, "You will find many white leather accessories in our BDSM department in the basement level. You can coordinate your boy's cuffs, collar, and leash so he matches your outfit if you like."

"Oh how fun!" said Yvgenia. "You could get him all the colors you normally wear."

I decided I needed more shoes. The only Mary Janes I had were pink. So I got them in red, white, and black as well. Claudia charged them to my account and said they would be delivered to my room, along with the shoes I had worn coming in. (I'd decided to wear my new boots.) I have always liked Mary Janes. They're the ones with a thin strap and buckle, and no tongue down the middle. Boys used to wear them all the time in Britain, even the really hard boys. People say they're girls' shoes now, and maybe that's why I liked them. I still liked the idea of being pretty as well as being sexy.

We went to the BDSM department next, children's section. They had all the things Shlomo had, and all the things I had received from Diane (the wardrobe woman who fancied me) as gifts. I bought wrist and ankle cuffs, leashes, and collars for Shlomo in white, pink, and yellow. The white gear had gold plated buckles, clasps, and grommets. I removed his black collar and cuffs and put the white ones on him, including the white leash. I asked for an all white, small boys' size ball gag. I put it on him, which gave Shlomo a huge stiffie. That made the BDSM children's assistant chuckle.

"I like your boy," he said. "He likes to look good for his master." Shlomo nodded to the man and then to me. I could tell he was smiling adorably with his eyes. I put him in the heel position again. As with the shoes, the assistant charged everything to my account and had it delivered to my room, along with the black leather gear Shlomo had been wearing. (I had Shlomo wear the white gear then.)

We went back upstairs to browse in the girls' section. "I don't shop here very often, " said Yvgenia. "Only for winter things. I hate clothes otherwise. I don't even have any clothes in my closet, only coats and boots. I like their jewelry though."

"I might hate clothes too if I had a body as pretty as yours," I said, and I meant it.

"Oh Trevor!" she said. "How sweet!" She kissed me lovingly in the aisle there. She really was coming back to life. "Your body is gorgeous, you silly boy!" she said.

"People keep telling me that," I said to her. Then I thought of something. "You don't have any clothes here?" I asked.

"Nope, none," she said.

"But we're supposed to wear our own undies for scenes," I said. "What do you do for panties?"

"Oh they'll give you panties to use for a scene," she said. "They've got all the styles too, from plain cotton girl undies with ponies on them to crotchless thongs in gold lame. Really, it's more that you're encouraged to use your own undies because they think a kid's personal choice of undies they buy for their personal use tells the viewers more about who they are, and the viewers know that. Even when you dress in your dorky schoolboy costume, you might have something exciting and surprising and really sexy underneath your shorts. People know that about Frenetic videos, that kids might show them something outrageous, or maybe something childish and cute, when someone pulls their trousers down."

"Oh look at this!" I said, spying a brilliant, sparkling pink, ruffled, micro-miniskirt. "It's so pretty!" I said. I was still very unsure how far I wanted to take the prettiness thing, but the thought of wearing that skirt made me feel electric.

"You mean to make your boy wear?" she asked.

I paused. If she didn't know why I said that, what would she think when I told her? She already knew I liked to be pretty, but maybe she didn't know I wanted to try girl clothes too.

"Oh!" she said, "you mean for you!" I nodded to her, nervously trying to read her reaction. Her smile told me everything was ok. "I think that would really look cute on you," she said with a smile. We waved to the assistant to help me try on the skirt. She looked up my size and handed me one that would fit well.

"Now this one is particularly short," she said. "If you do not wear an undergarment, your organs will most certainly be visible while you are standing."

My organs? How long had this woman been working in a clothing store on a porn studio lot? "That's ok," I said, removing my vest. She took it from me, and I stepped into the skirt, pulling it up to my waist. I looked in the mirror and loved it! I pulled down my sexy white knickers with leather fringes to see how much would be visible.

Yvgenia giggled. "You've never worn a skirt before, have you?" I shook my head in embarrassment. She rotated it so the right side faced forward and helped me adjust it to where it should hang.

Looking in the mirror, I could see the last inch of my cock and the very bottom of my balls hanging out of the skirt. "I rather like that!" I said. "Makes me feel less hidden. If I need something under this, I have a few pairs of knickers and one nice pink thong that will go lovely with this."

I bought several skirts, all very short. I found a white leather one with fringes to go with the outfit I was wearing, a plain pink one that was so short that it covered nothing at all, like the one on the fairy costume at Gold Boys of Chelsea, one in gold lame, and a cobalt blue one that was really made of one inch wide strips of blue satin stitched at one end to the waistband in a slightly overlapping pattern. Something was always showing with that skirt. I loved the brilliant blue color, and I wanted to make a whole outfit out of it.

The assistant charged the skirts to my account, and I put my vest and my white leather fringed sexy knickers back on, along with my new white skirt with leather fringes.

When I asked about matching clothes and accessories for the blue skirt, the assistant showed me a cobalt blue, satin, button-up crop top and led me to a pair of cobalt blue Mary Janes, which I of course bought, along with a full set of deep-blue blue sapphire jewelry, a matching blue satin thong, and a dark shade of lipstick that Yvgenia and the cosmetics assistant both agreed would go well with the cobalt blue things. Then I had to get a matching cobalt blue purse with sapphires and diamonds mounted on gold, arrayed in the shape of a large butterfly on the flap. That purse alone was nearly three thousand quid, but I had to have it. Yvgenia topped everything off with a matching blue bow that was attached to a sort of comb to hold it in my hair. Then of course we had to go back down to the children's BDSM department to get Shlomo kitted with cobalt blue accessories. Everything was delivered to my room, and all of it went onto my account, which I depleted completely, topped back up to £5,000, depleted again, and then added £13,000 to cover my purchases, leaving £10,000 on the account before we left. "Even with the lower prices," I said to Yvgenia as we left, "this stuff adds up fast!"

I looked at the clock, and it was already after 11:30, time for my helicopter ride, and I hadn't drawn any plans for my DAB rooms or even done a proper script for the live performance, let alone even thought about voiceovers, but Randy said he'd help me with a script over lunch, and my DAB rooms could wait…

***

"Would you like to go for a helicopter ride with me?" I asked Yvgenia as we exited the store.

"Oh no," she said with a sour face. "I get sick when I go up in those things. It's really bad too. They have to give me medicine that makes me all sleepy."

"Oh," I said, feeling dejected, "only Randy got the helicopter for me between now and one. I'd never even seen one up close before yesterday."

"Oh you should go!" she said with a smile. "I'm sure you'll love it! It's really fun, only I get sick." "Maybe I'll get sick too," I said. "I'm sure you won't," she said. "Boys never get sick on helicopters. Only Jillian and me." "Ok then," I said. "Would you like my boy then? To keep you company?" She looked Shlomo over, her eyes lingering on his cock. "Sure."

I handed her his leash and said to him, "Be good, and obey Yvgenia! Remember, if she isn't smiling, you're not doing your job." He nodded enthusiastically, unable to speak with the white ball gag in place. "Yvgenia, feel free to remove the gag whenever you like," I added. "I imagine you might have plans for his tongue."