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

My first week – Part 4, cont'd

Chapter 57
Battersea and back

We kissed and parted company. I gave Shlomo's cock a few quick tugs too. I strutted across the lot, feeling extremely sexy, to the helipads. "You must be Trevor," said a man of about thirty, with short brown hair, wearing a blue blazer with a pilot's hat and sunglasses, as he offered me a handshake.

"Yes, I am," I said, returning the handshake. "Do you work for Frenetic or another company?" I asked.

Seeming a bit taken aback, he pointed to the ID badge he was wearing on the left breast of his blazer and said, "I am a Frenetic Studios employee. Why do you ask?"

I stood on my toes and puckered my lips, and he kissed me. "That's why," I said. "I like to say hello to people I meet with a kiss, but people who work for KCU have different rules, and it's not always ok for them. What's your name?" I asked.

"My goodness," he said. "I'm not very good at introducing myself, am I! My name is Marvin Jarvis, and I'm one of three helicopter pilots who work here."

"Pleased to meet you," I said.

"Likewise, I'm sure," he said. "Randy was right; you certainly are a beautiful young boy! He told me you've never been in a helicopter. Is that right?" "That's right," I said, feeling my cheeks blush. "I've never been off of the ground except for climbing trees."

"I think you're going to like this, Trevor." He walked me around the outside of the big helicopter, showing me the skids, the main rotor, the tail rotor, and the two jet engines (I had thought only jets had jet engines), explaining what everything did to help the machine fly. Then he helped me into the left seat in the cockpit. (That's the area where the pilots sit. I told him with a wink that I liked the name.) I felt special because the left seat is where the captain normally sits, but as he explained, the left seat and the right seat both have all the same instruments and controls and things. Most of the instruments were displayed on different computer screens. He flipped a switch, and the computer screens came to life. He showed me instruments that said how high up we would be and how fast we would be going. He gave me a pair of sunglasses just like his and a headset with a microphone. I felt cool, like I was in a movie! He told me to just talk if I wanted him to hear me. I didn't have to push a button, but if he pushed a button, he was talking to someone called a controller, and that meant I had to be quiet.

"Where should I vomit if this makes me sick?" I asked. "Has riding in a car ever made you feel ill?" he asked. "No Sir," I said, "but a friend of mine says she always gets sick in helicopters."

"Some people have that problem," he said, handing me a paper bag lined with plastic, "but most people are fine. If you become sick, you can use that bag, but tell me if you feel ill, and I'll fly as smoothly as I can and try to land before you need to use that bag, ok?"

"Ok," I said.

"I am going to start the engine now," he said, flipping switches and turning knobs. He was reading things aloud from a card he was holding. He said that was to remind himself to do everything properly, and that he said each item aloud because everything we said was being recorded for safety reasons. If someone listened to the recording, he wanted them to know what he was doing. "You will hear a lot of strange sounds, including a loud whining sound. All of that is normal, but it can be confusing if you've never been in a jet-powered helicopter before. The main rotor will begin to turn as well. Now I want you to put on your harness." He helped me find all the straps that went over my shoulders, across my hips, and between my legs.

"Are we going to be flying upside-down?" I asked. I could think of no other reason for so many straps to hold me in place.

"No," he said with a smile and a wink. "Remember, the pilots are the only people who can keep the machine and the people onboard safe, and they have to stay in their seats, no matter what happens. Sometimes there can be bad turbulence… I mean really bumpy, air. When you fly through heavy winds, it can bounce the helicopter all around. If that happens, it's important that the pilot stays where he needs to be, and it's also important for us that you always stay where you need to be instead of bouncing off your seat into the controls."

"That sounds scary!" I said, feeling as much thrill as fear. This was a lovely, friendly man who had wanted a kiss, and who had said I was beautiful. I hoped someday we could have sex. That was two men I'd met (the other being Gary, the sound engineer) that morning who were really nice and who I wanted to have happy sex with.

"We shouldn't have any of that today, maybe a little when we're over the Thames," he said. "It's not unsafe when it happens. Some people even like it. I think it's rather fun, like a ride at a theme park. But some people don't like it, so pilots usually try to avoid it so their passengers can be comfortable. This helicopter is pretty big, and it takes some pretty strong winds to blow it about. Still, we must be safe."

"We're going to fly over the Thames?" I asked. "That must be miles from here."

"You'll find this helicopter is a pretty fast machine," he said with a smile, as sounds seemed to come from all around. I heard the whining sounds of the engines starting, but it wasn't as loud as I'd expected. Noises came from inside the cockpit as well, chimes, buzzing and whirring from the instruments and radio noises in my headphones. I might have become scared if he hadn't told me what to expect. He helped me adjust my headset and said, "I'm going to talk on the radio now, so please don't say anything." I nodded, and he said something fast and garbled that sounded like another language. Another voice responded in the same foreign language. "Are you ready for your first flight?" he asked, with the main rotor now spinning so fast I could no longer see it.

I suddenly felt so excited I wanted to laugh! "Yes Sir!" I said loudly, feeling my cheeks beginning to ache from my smile.

He smiled again and said, "There's no need to shout when you're wearing the headset." I giggled a little from embarrassment, which only made me feel more excited. "Remember, I showed you how the rotor blades tilted," he said, "I'm going to pull this lever and make them tilt now, and that will make us go straight up. Three… Two… One… Up we go!"

The helicopter leapt from the ground, and for the first time in my life there was nothing between me and the ground below. I looked for something to hold on to, but the only things I could find were things he told me not to touch. I crossed my arms and held them to my chest, giggling with the thrill of it all. It was almost like the first time I left my clothes in one tree and climbed up another tree to wank.

"How do you feel, Trevor?" asked Marvin.

"I can't believe this!" I said. "It's like nothing is holding us up, and we're higher than all the buildings now!"

"The engine and the rotor are working with the air to hold us up instead of the ground," he said. "These machines are pretty incredible, aren't they!"

"Yes Sir, they are!" I giggled. "I can see the dormitory and apartments, and there's the pub and the store out my window!"

"Let's circle the lot so you can see everything there," he said.

The whole helicopter tilted to the left, but I didn't slide to the left. I just felt heavier, and I could see that we were turning. "Whoa!" I yelped. "That is so cool! Look at the helipads with the big H in the middle! And look how big the studio building really is!" After we'd circled the lot, he asked, "Do you remember how we make the helicopter go faster?" he asked.

"Uh huh!" I said with excitement. "Stick forward and the clockter… clockterive… that lever… you pull that up, right?"

"That's the collective," he said with a grin, "but yes, that's right. Let's fly toward Battersea. You watch the airspeed indicator and tell me how fast we're going, ok?"

"Ok," I said. Just then the whole thing tilted forward as if it were trying to dump me through the front windscreen. I gasped out loud, but then I felt much heavier, and I didn't slide forward like I'd expected. I watched the needle go higher and higher on the instrument he wanted me to watch.

"How fast are we going, Trevor?"

"It says seventy, eighty, ninety," I said. "Wow! That's faster than we can go on the M1! One hundred, now one-ten, one-twenty…"

"Remember, Trevor," he said, "That reads in knots, not kilometers per hour. One hundred twenty knots is about one hundred and forty miles per hour, which is about two hundred twenty kph."

"Wow!" I said. Everything about flying was so exciting! "Now it says one-sixty, one-seventy, one- eighty! How fast are we going to go?" I asked.

"We'll keep it here at about one-eighty," he said. "That's a bit over two hundred miles per hour. But we have to consider a few other things. Air up here is thinner than air on the ground, so that makes the instrument read slower than we are actually going. The wind is also blowing us from behind, so we are moving over the ground at close to two hundred and fifty miles per hour."

A voice over the radio interrupted our conversation, so I stayed quiet while he was talking. I didn't know anything went so fast! Mum never drove more than 60 mph ever, and she never even drove 55 mph unless she'd been drinking, but we were going 250, which I figured out later was over 400 kph!

"We have to go down a little lower now, Trevor," he said. "We have to make sure there's room for the aircraft going to Heathrow." I nodded, not really caring how high or low we were. If we were higher than the top of the London Eye, we were really high!

Suddenly my seat moved away from my ass, and my stomach went wooshing up into my chest, like when a fast elevator suddenly goes down. I yelped as we headed down a little lower. "Sorry, Trevor," he said. "I could have done that a little more smoothly, but you seem to like these feelings of moving around in the air."

"It was fun!" I said loudly. "How come you're not laughing and all excited! This must be the funnest thing in the world besides child porn! Maybe I should become a helicopter pilot when I grow up and I'm too old to make child porn!"

"Flying is always fun," he said, "but I have a very complex machine I have to manage, and the life of a precious and beautiful young boy to protect. I need to be careful with all that responsibility, but I assure you, I love every minute I spend in the air, every single second of it." "I would too!" I said. He said I was beautiful… but never mind that. Flying for the first time ever was too thrilling to think about being pretty.

We crossed the Thames, and the air was just a little bumpy, like he'd said, but it wasn't enough to make anyone bounce out of their seats if they weren't strapped in. We flew once around the old power station in Battersea, then back to the Frenetic Studios lot. He let me handle the stick and collective for a while too, though he had to work the pedals. My legs weren't long enough to reach them properly. I could make the helicopter tip from side to side or forward and back. He showed me how to keep the helicopter at the same level while pushing it forward and turning, though I wasn't very good at it. But I was flying it! I was doing that! I was so excited my leg began bouncing up and down uncontrollably. I couldn't stop it, and it went on for three or four minutes, bouncing harder and harder. He put his hand on my bare leg and held it down, chuckling a little. "There's no need to be that excited," he said.

Then I got a boner. A big, hard boner! I was so excited, and his touch seemed to be more than my body could control. "Hello there!" He said with a grin. He took his hand off my leg and gave me a quick cock tug through my knickers. I yelped and spasmed. I wasn't cumming, but I sure was sensitive.

He took his hand away and said, "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I was hoping to calm you down."

"No! Not uncomfortable! Not at all!" I said. "It's all just… it's so exciting! I don't know why I got a stiffy!"

"Sometimes boys just do," he said. "I sure did. I used to hold my satchel or a book in front of me when it happened, but you boys from the lot, well, you don't wear enough to cover it if you want to keep it private. You have it there for all to see, and you don't seem to mind. I wish I had that attitude as a boy."

"Oh I want people to see it," I said. "People like to see a boy with a boner. It makes them happy. Doesn't it make you happy?"

"Maybe if I weren't flying this machine I could give you a better answer," he said, "but I can't pay attention to that right now. I need to get you back the ground safely. Flying and sex can never go together for a pilot."

"Ok," I said. "I understand." I understood that while he was in the air he couldn't do anything sexual, but I thought he might also be telling me that on the ground he might really like a boy's boner.

I felt a little sadness as the ground got closer and closer, and the helicopter leaned back further and further. My first flight had been the most amazing experience since… well, it was really amazing! But I'd had a lot of amazing experiences in those four days. When we touched down on the helipad, it took Marvin a minute to flip switches and turn knobs, again reading aloud from a card, before the engine started to slow down.

He took off his headset and motioned for me to do the same. He asked, "So how did you like your first flight?"

"It was brilliant!" I said loudly. I released my harness and knelt on my seat, facing him. I leaned across the wide center console to kiss him. It turned into a long kiss. He put his hands on my bare lower back and stroked my skin. I reached between his legs and felt his cock hardening. "You do like boys with boners," I said. He nodded. With my right arm around his neck, I undid his zip and dug his cock out with my left hand. I began stroking it slowly. "Thanks for the exciting time you just gave me, Marvin. I hope I can give you an exciting time now."

His cock was about as thick as Randy's, but quite a bit longer. I leaned down and took his hard cock into my mouth. I sucked up and down, tickling his balls occasionally. The cockpit was roomy, but cramped with all the controls and things. Still, I was small enough to move around easily. I pushed my head down hard, forcing his cock in deep. I didn't gag. I was too excited to gag. I was too excited… I needed to relax to do deep throat, and I wanted to give him that. I closed my eyes and rested my head on his cock, holding my head up by the back of my throat. I thought about his cock head, and how much it wanted to crawl into my throat, and how happy it would make him. I put his hand on my head, and I pushed his hand into my head, hard. I put my weight onto his cock, and soon my throat opened up and let him in. Now he sounded like I did when we were flying!

I deep throated him for about two minutes while pulling my knickers and vest off for the third time that day, and it still wasn't lunchtime yet. I pulled him slowly out of my throat. He stroked my hair and said, "Trevor, I have never had a boy do that for me. I have never had anyone do that for me." I smiled proudly at him. It felt wonderful to know I could give him something that made him feel so good! It felt much better than giving someone a present or doing a favor for someone.

He helped me over the center console and held me on his lap facing him. He opened the door on his side of the cockpit to make room for my left leg. I licked my finger to get it all slobbery, and then stuck it in my ass. It's a tricky thing to use saliva as lube for anal, but for some reason, giving deep throat causes this extra slimy saliva to come up from the throat, which works brilliantly as lube. I grabbed his stiff cock and guided it to my hole. I looked into his eyes, or I tried to (we were both still wearing sunglasses), and held my ass cheeks open as I slid down onto his cock.

This was all for Marvin. I wanted to say thanks for the ride in his helicopter, but more than that I wanted to share my love and pleasure with a man who seemed to want it very badly. I couldn't possibly think of myself cumming yet again before the live show. Still, I was hard, even a bit sore. I sat still with his cock all the way in. I reached my arms around his neck and kissed him as sweetly as I could. Then I began to lift up slowly, then back down, very slowly, grinning impishly. Well, I felt impish. I was trying to tease him by going so slow. "What do you like most about boys?" I asked, still moving very slowly up and down.

"Everything, of… of c-course!" he replied. "Your face is so beautiful," he said, removing my sunglasses. I pulled his sunglasses off and saw his eyes for the first time. They were a very pretty blue. His expression looked almost worried, but I had learned by then that we all have different faces we make when we have sex, and usually the best sex makes us have the oddest expressions. "Your skin is so soft," he continued, "and your body is, I don't know, not exactly soft, but certainly not hard like men and their hard muscles. You have youth and energy. You have honest excitement. And you're just plain beautiful!"

I opened wide and kissed him more passionately, starting to go a little faster on his cock with my ass. I hadn't meant to ask for compliments about my body. I wanted to know how I could please him best, and he hadn't really told me that. He grunted through the kisses, and I could feel some of that energy in my ass, right behind my cock. I wasn't going to cum this time though. I couldn't let myself do that! I wanted him to cum, so I moved even faster, still holding the grunting kiss. I could feel his hands squeezing my ass, helping me up and down. Then he began thrusting with his hips, faster and faster. That made me groan, but I kept kissing him. Soon he was doing all the work. He held my ass still as I kissed him while he pounded furiously.

He threw his head back, breaking our kiss, and howled. I let him continue to thrust as he liked without trying to force anything on him. I looked into his pretty blue eyes a little longer before he began kissing me again. I could feel some of his cum leaking out. I wanted to clean him off with my mouth, but I hadn't had an enema yet, so I didn't much fancy ATM. I reached down and wiped up some of the dripping cum with my fingers. I looked into his eyes as I licked and sucked my fingers clean. It almost felt as if he came again when I did that. Men really seem to like it when boys swallow their cum.

After resting in his calm embrace for a few minutes, I slowly let his cock slide out of my ass. "I have never had a man give me the thrill you just gave me in the air, Marvin," I said with a smile, "so I guess we're even."

From that moment until now, I have had a love for aviation.

Chapter 58
Script

I got back to the dormitory at 12:15 or so. This time I wasn't surprised to see Yvgenia lying on her back, holding Shlomo's leash as he ate her pussy hungrily. I saw his white ball gag was on my end table. I sat down on her bed again and wrapped my arm around her right thigh. "I hope my boy is treating you well," I said. She nodded and grunted at the same time. "You know, he is my boy, and what he does, he does for me." She looked me in the eye and moaned desperately. "When he fucks you, I am fucking you. When he eats your pussy, I am eating your pussy." She gazed into my eyes and howled. "I do love you, Yvgenia." She shoved her pussy violently into Shlomo's face. The boy did a valiant job of holding on as she screamed through her orgasm.

She sat up and said, "That's not fair!"

We kissed, and I said, "It's all true Yvgenia. I do love you, and he is my boy. My love channels through him. Besides, it's so lovely to see you interested in sex again!" I snuck in another kiss.

"Love and sex are different, but they're connected. If you use love to make me cum, is that fair?" she asked. "Randy says that all real sex is an act of love," I replied. "We make each other feel good because we love each other."

"But you can't ever be in love with me," she said.

"I don't think I can," I said. "I'm in love with Annie, and I just don't feel the same way about girls as I do about boys. But I'd love to have sex with you whenever you like. You will always be special to me. Now that I have money, I love shopping, and you are really good at helping me find nice things. You can help me with my makeup, and I will always listen and give you hugs and kisses if you're feeling sad. I don't like to see you sad. I learned that when I love someone, I get to share half of their happiness, and half of their sadness, but if I get to feel half of your sadness, that means you won't have to feel it all by yourself. You only have to feel half of it while I get the other half."

"You're such a sweet boy!" she said. "Why are all of you nice boys gay?"

"Maybe that's because most of the boys who do child porn here are hired because we like other boys and men?"

"I guess that makes sense," she said. "The boy-boy and especially the man-boy stuff are the most popular films we do here, including all that adult stuff."

"I don't know about Hiro and Kenji though," I said. "I've never actually asked them. They seem to do whatever's needed. They like to perform with boys, but that doesn't mean they're gay. "

"It doesn't mean they'll be my boyfriend either." "They really are sweet, don't you think?" "Especially Hiro," she said. "He is sweeter, but I think Kenji is sexier."

"I agree," I said. "I get to try them both side by side this afternoon in a live show." "Lucky!" ***

I kissed Yvgenia and Shlomo. She smiled and he radiated joy. "Boy, keep her happy," I told him, "and make sure she cums at least once every five minutes. I've heard girls can do that. I will be listening, and if I don't hear her scream every five minutes, you will be punished. Now I have some work I need to do."

"Trevor!" Yvgenia loudly protested. "Yes Master." Yvgenia looked nervous, but she couldn't hide her growing smile for more than a few seconds. She was really enjoying her return to sex, and Shlomo seemed the perfect play partner for her, with his huge cock, his super-cute looks, and his sweet disposition. I went into my walk-in closet and saw that my purchases from Almost Heaven had been delivered and put on hangers or left in boxes on my shelves. I opened up my new laptop computer on my makeup table. I knew how to use my email, and that was all I needed to write my script. I thought about the ideas I had so far. Pao Pao would present the boys to me, the king, as a gift from some far-off land - from the king of that far-off land. I would start off in my throne, and he would enter with the boys. There should be a voiceover. I should say something like, "I am the king of…" Of where? "I am His Majesty, King Trevor of…" I liked that. Where though? Never Neverland? I liked Peter Pan, but I wanted something a little newer. Trevor Neverland? That sounded good. "King Trevor of Trevor Neverland." That didn't sound so good. Maybe King Hawk? "I am His Majesty, King Hawk of Trevor Neverland." Awesome! The curtain would come up, I would be in my throne, and that would play over the speakers.

Then what? Pao Pao and the boys enter. What should I say? "One day, a man came to give me two cute boys from a far-off land." That doesn't work. He was from a king… he represented a king. What are they called? A messenger? An ambassary? No, that wasn't the right word… Messenger is fine. "One day, a messenger from a king…" No, how about, "One day a king's messenger came from a far-off land…" Almost. "One day a messenger came from a king of a far-off land…" I did't want to say came. In porn that usually means he shot his load. Arrived means the same as came. "One day a king's messenger arrived from a far-off land…" Good! "He arrived with two boys as a gift…" When someone important comes from a far-off land, they don't arrive with a gift. They come bearing gifts. I mean, they arrive bearing gifts, like the Three Wise Men they talk about at Christmastime. "One day a king's messenger arrived from a far-off land bearing a gift of two boys." Should I say they were pretty boys? Sexy boys? Beautiful boys? Yes, beautiful. I liked that. They will be beautiful boys.

Yvgenia let out a howling scream.

Then we could just speak the lines after that. But I only wanted a few lines so no one had to memorize anything. I'd had the idea the day before that I should ask Pao Pao to prove they are a worthy gift, so he would lie down on my rug, and each of them would pull his sexy knickers down and sit on Pao Pao's big cock, all the way down, and then step off. Kenji should go first. They should make it look painful to show they are willing to suffer for their new master. I should say that in the voiceover. "I required a show of their worth. I made them sit on the messenger's huge cock to show they were willing to suffer for me." That sounded great, but then I thought it should be a broad cock, not a huge one. Broad means the same as wide, and that means it's thick. But Pao Pao's cock was also long. I needed a word that meant the same as long. Long… lengthy… whatever. I thought lengthy sounded better than long, so I scribbled, "I required a show of their worth. I made them sit on the messenger's broad and lengthy cock to show they were willing to suffer for me."

I would accept the gift, and Pao Pao would leave after I give him a fee for his delivery service, my best blowjob from my throne, with the boys at my feet watching. He would have to cum quickly though. Maybe he would need an FSP backstage to get him ready for that?

Then I had to get Yuko onstage. I'd thought maybe she should be their wet nurse, so the boys should suck her nipples, but maybe they would nurse on her cock? She had small breasts, but nursing on a cock seemed sexier. She would enter the stage and I would introduce her. They would suck her nipples, and I would correct them and have them nurse from her cock. But why would I have a wet nurse waiting for the boys who were just given to me as a gift? I'd thought earlier that she might just walk in as a servant to my house, but it still didn't make sense that I'd have someone ready for the job. This was complicated. It was fun though!

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Kin9 Hawk: "How do we know t,hi a qift ia worthy of auch a miqhty lcinq? "

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Kin9 Hawk: "I ahal.l aample her nutrienta."

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Voicaovar: "It waa time to aample the deliqhta ot t.hooo two boya."

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Voicaovar: "Tha 91.ft wa? worthy, and Travor Navarland had a naw triend and ally" Curtain. Then I thought, Yuko is Japanese, and the boys are Japanese, so maybe the king from far away sent their wet nurse along with them? How would that work…? She could enter with Pao Pao and the boys. On a leash? No, she was the wet nurse, not a slave. I would have to say that in the voiceover. Then they would know to suck her cock to get their nutrients, not her nipples. I should have them both suck her cock, but I would finish her off to sample the quality of her cum. Great!

But Mr. Watanabe wanted to see me with his boys. I would have the wet nurse exit then, and come up with something for the boys and me alone. What could I do that was bigger than what they'd already done though? They'd have already had Pao Pao's huge cock in their asses and sucked on Yuko's big cock. Neither of them had a cock long enough to really fuck me, and after those two big cocks in their asses and mouths, mine would look small and stupid fucking them.

Then it came to me. Conventional sex was finished for these boys. They needed bondage. I would have them wearing yellow and blue ankle and wrist cuffs to match their knickers and collars. I would need two racks, those racks shaped like an X, like the one Robbie was hung on for me when we filmed my first scene. Maybe Pao Pao shouldn't exit. Maybe he should just stay off to the side, and Yuko too. They should roll those racks in… no, they should already be upstage… but then it would be difficult to see them. Yes, they should be on wheels and rolled downstage. Then Pao Pao and Yuko would mount the boys onto their X racks (which I later learned were called bondage crosses, or St. Andrew's crosses) and leave. I would go back and forth, sucking them and fucking them roughly with my big scepter dildo. Then I had an even better idea…

Yvgenia screamed, and this time she used language that would have resulted in severe punishment at Preston Primary.

I called the costume shop from the phone at my makeup table and told Nellie I needed the colored cuffs as well as the collars and leashes that Rhys had done up for us the night before. She said they would be waiting in the dressing room. Then I called the scenery department and ordered the bondage crosses. One more call to the Alain Emery Theater, and Rick said he'd have a few tubes of cherry lube waiting in the green room. Everything would be ready, and I wouldn't need an enema. I felt a slight pang of disappointment in that, but the story was better that way. No one fucks the king in his ass.

I looked over my lines for the voiceover and decided I had enough time to go to the studios in the office building to record them before lunch. Since Annie would be at lunch, I decided to wear my new white skirt that matched my vest and undies. I put my Visa in the top drawer under my makeup table, and I put my cell phone in my purse. I sent a copy of the script to my own email so I would have it on my cell phone. I freshened up the little bit of makeup I was wearing, then kissed Yvgenia and Shlomo, who were cuddling in Yvgenia's bed, though I could see Shlomo had four of his fingers inside Yvgenia's pussy, clearly intending to follow my command, and she was breathing heavily, apparently exhausted.

"Boy," I said, "If Yvgenia tells you she needs a break, you will pause for twenty minutes. Then you will make her cum every five minutes again. I have errands to run"

"Yes Master," he squeaked, wearing such a sweet smile that I was tempted to remain in the dorm and join the two of them. Although I got another stiffy, I walked to the voiceover studios, feeling incredibly sexy again. ***

I was happy that Gary happened to be free. "You've added to your outfit," he said. "I love those boots!" I smiled proudly. "And a matching miniskirt! Did you find all that at Almost Heaven? It looks far out, and pretty too. Very sexy."

I smiled proudly and said, "Thank you!" I hesitated before saying, "If you think I'm sexy, maybe some time you'd like to, I mean, I think you're sexy too. I think boys and men should have long hair, and, um, I really like you."

"Really?" he said with his eyes open wide. After a pause he said, "We'll have to talk about that another time, and I'll have to check with your agent too. Right now we've got some important work to do."

He still had everything set up from my session that morning, including the black microphone they'd called the 319. I looked at it closely and noticed it said "MK-319" in gold letters on the front of the microphone. Gary said it was a cheap one that was made in Russia, which was why Norman, the producer that morning, was reluctant to use it, but everyone agreed it was a surprisingly good sounding microphone for my voice.

Gary had been in the process of editing my voiceovers from that morning, but for the live show, all he had to do was record each line into the computer, and the sound designers at the Alain Emery Theater would take care of everything else. So it would take very little of his time to record me. I read my five lines a few times each before we were both happy with them, and after kissing Gary (and rubbing his hardening cock over his jeans), I went to lunch. The whole recording session took less than fifteen minutes. I thought of Gary on my way to lunch, and I wished we'd had more time. I really liked that man, but I had a very busy day, and he knew it when he ushered me out of the studio with a kiss.

***

"Annie!" I shouted, running over to kiss the most beautiful boy beneath Olympus! He was sitting at a table alone, which seemed a sad thought for such a beautiful boy. He was wearing a yellow sundress, matching yellow Mary Janes, white ankle socks, and a daisy in his hair, above his left ear. "Annie I love you so much, and you're so pretty, and I've missed you!"

He giggled softly and said, "I've missed you too, sweetie, but it's only been since yesterday." We kissed again for a long time. It was one of those kisses where the world disappeared, and all that remained was heaven in Annie's lips, and the indescribable joy I felt knowing that he was in love with me. "Where's your pet boy?" he asked.

"Shlomo's been keeping Yvgenia company," I said. "She's been coming out of her shell a bit since breakfast, and I thought if she wasn't alone, she might be able to stay cheered up a while longer."

Annie looked me over and said, "Trevor! I love that outfit! And you're wearing a skirt!"

"Really? You like it?" I asked. I'd wondered how he would feel about me wearing actual girls' clothes instead of pretty femboy clothes. "I think you look adorable and very, very sexy!" He kissed me and rubbed my cock through my skirt. It started to inflate again, but he only rubbed for two seconds or so.

"You bloody tease!" I said with a smile. He giggled, and we sat down. "I guess we're a bit early," I said, looking at the clock. It was 12:53, and cast and crew weren't usually dismissed until 1:00, unless they finished early. "I didn't even ask, did you have a scene this morning? Or were you off?"

"I had a scene, and we wrapped early," he said. "It was for that Ladyboys and the Lazy Boy project. Boris is working on that one too, but he was filming on another stage. They really do want to get that one out," he said. "They wanted a Western white boy to visit their home to learn how to be a ladyboy, so we did a big group scene, which was meant to be my education. I had to start the scene in boys' clothes and no makeup, even a pair of stupid Y-fronts, but you know how quickly those come off." I decided then that I would not wear Y-fronts again.

"Can I see you without your makeup some time? And in boys clothes?" "Why do you want that?" he asked. "I don't know," I said. "I don't understand why I want it. I think it's because I've fallen in love with you looking like a girl, but I want to see the rest of you. I want to see the boy in you. It's like, I want to know the whole you. I think. I'm not sure, but it feels like a nice thing to want."

"Oh sweetie," he said, kissing me, "yes, I will do that for you. I'll do anything for you that I'll do in front of a camera, for sure. But what you've seen of me so far is the real me. You know I'm a boy, and you know I'm a boy who likes to be pretty and girly, like you do sometimes. You've certainly seen enough of my body to know that." I giggled and nodded. "It doesn't matter why," he continued. "If you want to see me that way, I will dress that way for you." I kissed him and felt extremely special.

***

Randy, Sebastian, and Boris arrived a few minutes later, and after kisses all around, they sat down. "You look spectacular Hawk!" said Randy. "I guess they had just what you needed at Almost Heaven. I love the boots!"

"Of course you do, you old perv!" I said with a giggle to the boy-leg fetishist. "They make my thighs look super sexy."

"That they do, Hawk, they certainly do!"

"Wear now skirt for girl, Trevor Boy?" asked Boris.

"Yeah," I said. "I want to try dressing more like a girl for a while. And I'm wearing all white, so when you and I stand together, we might look gray from a distance." Annie giggled, but I don't think anyone else understood what I meant. I kissed him to thank him for getting my joke. (I think he was probably the cleverest kid at the table.) One of the few things I'd learned from Preston Primary is that when you mix white and black, they look gray.

We sat down with Annie on my right and Randy on my left, groping my bare thigh. I liked it when he did that because it made me feel sexy, and it made him feel good. "Randy," I said, "Gary in the recording studio says he needs to talk to you. I went over to do some voiceovers for the live show, and he said he needed to talk to you before he would play with me."

"Gary is a good man," said Randy. "He wants to be careful since you are new here, and because of what happened with Buford. There's also a rule that your agent must sign a release for you to play with adults when you're away from the set. I signed yours when I signed your contract on Monday so Markus and Mr. White could have fun with us on your victory drive." I giggled, remembering the fun we all had on that drive. "All Gary had to do was check the computer," he continued. "We keep the releases on the computer so adults in the studio complex can easily verify that they have permission. I'll have a word with him so he knows you can play. If I might give you some advice, you might want to do it on the settee in the studio control room and have him run some music through the sound system while you play. The weird sound of the room makes the music feel almost supernatural, and the sex can be amazing."

I'd forgotten the rule about the agent having to sign off for kids and adults to play. It was posted in the bath hall. That must have meant Marvin, the helicopter pilot, had already looked before our flight. "I think the pilot knew about that rule," I said

"Oh that's right! You had your helicopter ride today. How was it?" he asked.

"It was brilliant!" I said. I told everyone about it, how fast we went, seeing that there was nothing under us to hold us up, the feeling of being heavier, then my stomach feeling funny when we went down, and how the whole thing tipped when we turned or went faster.

"It sounds like you really enjoyed yourself," said Randy. "Then you and Marvin played a bit?"

"Yeah," I said. "I gave him a nice deep throat in the cockpit after we landed, to say thanks. Then I sat on his lap and he fucked me. He looked like I felt when we were flying!"

"I know he liked that!" said Randy. "Marvin absolutely loves boys. I mean he really loves you boys. But I hope you haven't been cumming too much before your live show, have you?"

"No," I said, pretending to be confident. "I've been careful. I didn't cum with Marvin."

***

Yvgenia joined us, to everyone's surprise. She was leading my boy by the leash. "Hello Yvgenia!" said Randy with some excitement. "Join us, will you?" He pulled a chair out for her to his left. She kissed him and sat down, handing me my boy's leash. Shlomo sat on the floor behind me.

We ordered our lunch and talked for a while about Sebastian and Boris' scenes. I ordered lunch for myself and Shlomo, but I'd made a mistake, and he had to speak up. "Please Master, I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed to eat ham because I'm Jewish. My meals have to be kosher. I'll just not eat now, if that's ok with Master." I wanted to say how sorry I was to do something against his religion, but I didn't think it was proper for a master to apologize.

"That is not ok with Master," I said to Shlomo. "You will eat your three meals that are ok with your religion each day and take proper care of your lovely body." He blushed and looked down smiling. "Yes Master," he said clearly.

The waiter made a few suggestions from the kosher menu, though Shlomo had it memorized. I let him choose his own meal, which was fish and chips with fresh broccoli. That seemed an odd choice to me for a boy who could have anything.

My plan was to make him eat on the floor like a proper pet, but I felt so bad after my mistake I let him off his leash to sit between Annie and Boris. I didn't know why I felt so bad. I never knew Jews couldn't eat meat that came from pigs. No one had told me. It was the religion thing though. I felt very strongly about learning about other people's religions and respecting them. I didn't have a religion of my own. All Mum taught us at home was the religion of gin - her "reli-gin." She thought that was funny. Preston Primary wasn't a very good school, but there were a few teachers who were wonderful, and the librarian taught me things about lots of religions, but not the rule about Jews and pork. I thought that was weird, because she was Jewish too. Her husband later became an MP, which actually made me sad because she quit her job to become active in social issues or something like that. One less good person working at my school.

Boris was in a very good mood. He always got that way when he worked on ladyboy scenes. "Big movie," he said. "Much for scenes. You no believe I think. Eight scene for movie, all for ladyboy group, Boris in six scenes! For suck ladyboy, for fuck ladyboy, for ladyboy suck, is all things! Is for ladyboy all like Boris for boy. All try for please Boris! All ladyboy please for Boris!" He was smiling as if he couldn't believe his luck. I was glad to see a porn star could still be that excited about sex. I had wondered what would happen if I got too much sex. Would I get bored? Then I became aware of Randy's hand on my thigh, and I started to get stiff again. No problem so far.

"I start acting as the Euro ladyboy trying to please Boris tomorrow," said Annie, flashing Boris a seductive wink.

"Annie know for please Boris much!" said Boris. They giggled and kissed in front of my boy. "He have for mouth full with magic. Think he have swallow magical fairy."

We all had a good laugh. Then Sebastian talked about his scene. "Go very well for Sebastian, Baron, but think not much so good for Amber," he said. "Not get for him cock in pussy, not for mouth, not for ass. Director say first no expect for her get Baron in, but Amber say can do. Then change for script. Baron laugh nice, say is ok for not fit Amber. Fuck for Sebastian mouth, then fuck for ass. Is very good. Much good for ass. Amber sit for face of Baron. Eat for her pussy. She like! Baron have tongue like for cock! Is long very much. Much scream for her! Amber ass hurt though. Much sore. Not go for nurse. Want much for work scene, so not stop. Find blood in ass for her. Director much angry for her not say hurt." He thought a moment then said, "No angry. Angry is not right word. Much disappoint I think? Frustrate for him, feels for him much bad for Amber, but also say scene no use when actor get hurt. Say need do scene other again with other girl. Nurse look for ass, say not bad, is common for fissure, but send for her clinic. No more can do for her anal until must see Dr. Gupta tomorrow in morning, get permission. Poor for Amber, but happy for Sebastian!" he said, lighting up. "Now can do scene again today with Baron! Director find other girl, maybe talk for Claire. He like big… she like big man cock."

Sebastian knew all about the ass, given his special place in child porn. He knew exactly what a fissure was, though no one else at the table but Boris and Randy did. It's what happens when the ass is stretched a little too far, either from sex or from pushing too hard while shitting, especially if you're constipated, and a weak spot on the anal skin cracks open. It's not serious, and it heals in a few days usually. Most people don't even know they have one until they see a little blood on their toilet tissue or until it gets infected in some people, but that's really rare. These are things they teach kids in advanced sex and stagecraft courses, or ASS, which only Boris had taken. Sebastian just liked studying the human ass, so he knew much more than Boris did.

When Sebastian and Boris finished explaining about anal fissures, I showed Randy my script. "This is good," he said. "Really good for your first script, Hawk! And you recorded all the voiceovers already?"

"Yes," I replied. "Gary says they should have them at the theater so their people can work on them and put them into the show."

"That's great news!" said Randy. "I see you have ATM and a couple deep throats in here too, nice bonus pay. Can I make one suggestion about your script?" he asked. "It might look better if you have the boys' crosses facing each other, sort of at an angle, cheating toward the audience. (Cheating is stage talk for turning a little bit toward the audience when you're supposed to be sideways.) That way they can look at each other while you work them over, and you'll spend less time walking around them and more time working on them."

"Ok," I said. "You really like it?"

"Yes I do," he said. "In fact, I'd like you to email me a copy of it so I can get it to Rick. Do you remember him from yesterday? The stage manager?" I nodded. "I'll make that change to have the crosses face each other, and everything should be all set, as long as costumes, props, and scenery are all set." I nodded. "Do you want them to choose the music and lighting for the performance?"

I knew nothing about lights, and not much about music, so I said "That's fine."

"You're the director, Hawk," he said, "so you get to decide everything, including music and lights."

"Well, as long as it sounds like music that fits a castle and a king, it's fine. As long as the lights let you see everything that's important, it's fine. But maybe there should be a bright light pointed at my throne, to show I'm the important king?"

"Ok," said Randy, "I'm sure that's not a problem, but the bright light in your eyes will be brighter than it was during yesterday's show. Is that ok?"

"Yes, That's fine," I said, "as long as it makes me look important and sexy!"

Randy chuckled and said, "there is no lighting anywhere that can make you not look sexy, Hawk." I smiled at him, and I think I blushed a bit. Then he continued, "After your promo screening, we'll go to the Emery theater, and they'll play some of the music for you and show you their lighting ideas. Don't be afraid to ask them to show you something different or tell them if you want changes. That's what directors do, and Mr. Watanabe wants everything to be exactly the way you want it."

"Can I bring my boy to the screening?" I asked.

"I don't… Maybe," said Randy. "Maybe that would make a good impression on the creative designers to show them that you really are the person in the promo video. Sure, if he hasn't got a scene, bring him along." "I don't have a scene, Master," said Shlomo. "May I join you?"

I don't think there is a single person in the world with enough evil in their heart to be able to resist Shlomo's pleading smile. I was glad I had already decided to take him along as soon as Randy said it was ok. "Do you need him?" I asked Yvgenia.

"No, thanks," she said. "I have to spend the afternoon in the clinic. Again." She sighed sadly.

I snapped my fingers and said, "Boy." Shlomo scurried around the table and laid his head across Yvgenia's lap. Yvgenia stroked his hair.

"It's just that stupid Linda," she said. "It's like I'm not allowed to hate this diabetes. I don't know what she wants."

"I'm sorry," I said. "When I felt like that, it seemed she just wanted me to tell her I was angry about how she was doing things. She seems to like that."

"It's true," said Annie. "More than anything, she wants to hear you being honest, and not pretending things are ok, and definitely not telling her what you think she wants to hear."

"Oh I'm not pretending things are ok," she said. "That's for sure."

"Good!" said Annie. "Then the best way to get her clearance to work again is to tell the truth. If the truth is that you want her to go fuck herself, then tell her that is what you want. Be careful though. Don't really tell you to go fuck herself. That's abusive language. Always say 'I feel' something, then 'I want' something, like 'I feel angry, and I want you to go fuck yourself.' She will actually help you to talk like that."

"I told her I wanted her to die," said Yvgenia, "and she didn't like it. But I didn't say it like you just said it. I said, 'Go die! Leave me alone!' I'll ask her about that stuff."

"Linda for you have surprise some time," said Boris. "Very nice for her, want for you be better. Work for Yvgenia be better."

"Boris is right," said Annie. "She'll love it if you start your session by asking her about the right way to tell her you want her to go fuck herself, she really will!" Yvgenia let a small laugh escape, and we all had a good little giggle.

"I wish I could take your boy to my appointments, Trevor," said Yvgenia. "It would be almost like having you there too."

That scared me. I was sitting right next to Annie, and Yvgenia was practically professing her love for me! "I'm glad… er, I mean, I like to help you feel better, and I'm glad to think that being there with you would help."

I reached under the table and held Annie's hand. I wanted so badly to say, "I'm gay, and I love you, not her!" He wanted me to know it was ok without telling Yvgenia she'd said something that upset anyone. He smiled and said, "I'll bet Trevor is a great person to have around when you need cheering up." We didn't kiss or anything. That would be too much like rubbing Ygenia's nose into the fact that I was Annie's, and I could never be hers.

"Yeah, he is," said Yvgenia with a slight smile. It was still a little awkward, but I think Annie had saved it from being a terrible scene.

***

We ate our lunch and passed the remaining time talking with Yvgenia about what she wanted to do first when she was released to work again. "I would do a gangbang with fifty boys! No, a hundred!" she said with excitement. "After all this time off, I think I need a good gangbang. Ok, maybe twenty, but they have to have nice sized cocks, like Shlomo's. Maybe teenage boys!"

"Have you spoken with you agent about this idea?" asked Randy. "He might set that up for you. Gangbangs on children always sell very well."

"I should talk to him," she said. "It's making me horny just thinking about it." Shlomo made a purring sound, and she scratched his head.

"You can have him again after our live show if you like," I told her.

"We'll see," she said with the biggest smile I'd seen on her face yet. I couldn't see under the table, but from the way her shoulder was moving, I thought she was rubbing her pussy.

"Is good for see horny," said Sebastian. "Is much time for see Yvgenia horny. Time for no sad! Time for horny again!" He leaned over and kissed her, and she didn't release him right away either.

Chapter 59
Promo Screening

Randy and I kissed everyone, and I had a brief moment alone to say goodbye to Annie. I appreciated how people gave us that alone time. Yvgenia didn't leave with a smile, but she did leave with determination to straighten things out with Linda. Sebastian left happily to reshoot his scene with Baron Gargantua, and Boris and Annie went to shoot their next ladyboy scenes. Annie didn't seem terribly excited about his scene, which was more of his education as a ladyboy, but Boris sure was excited about his scene.

Randy and I stepped outside to cross to the office building with my boy in tow. Randy fell behind a few times to stare at my legs and to make comments about how sexy I was. "Having your boy's accessories all in white makes you look even sexier," he said. "You're going to make a hell of an impression on these people."

I put on my sexiest wiggle-walk as we passed the front desk in the office building to the sounds of hoots and whistles. I pretended to be bashful, but I loved it all! I think they knew it too. I was becoming a diva. I felt nothing about spending 600 quid for a pair of knickers, and I had just demonstrated my skills with false humility in front of adoring fans. Ok, they weren't my fans, but they sure liked me. We took the lift to the eighth floor where the Alain Emery Theater was, as well as the screening room. Randy had told me that, because so many people were interested in me and my career, and in making a ton of money with me in their films, we would be in the auditorium this time, not the small and comfortable room where we screened The Dipstick.

The auditorium was large and intimidating. It was huge and loud, and nearly every single seat was filled when we arrived. We entered near the front of the room, and as we walked across to find our seats, which were not thick and cushy, but thin and practical, the audience rose to their feet and applauded. Randy stepped aside, and my boy knelt down and put his hands behind his back. I was the gorgeous little diva in the spotlight. That gave me another stiffy, which made the audience cheer even louder.

Mr. Eastman greeted us and showed us to our reserved seats, which were in the middle of the front row. There was no reserved seat for Shlomo, of course, so he sat on the floor in front of me, looking proud to be in such company. I put my legs over his shoulders as we settled in, and he held them there and caressed them. I got the impression that he was a nice ornament. I could hear a few whispered comments about "his cute slave" and "so sexy with his pet wearing cuffs to match, and even the leash!"

Mr. Eastman stepped onto a sort of stage, then stood behind a lectern with a microphone and said, "You all know why we've gathered here. We are of course here to view the first edit of the promotional film of this extremely beautiful young boy, Trevor Hawk, who signed with Frenetic Studios just this past Monday." There was another long round of applause, and Randy told me I should stand and wave to the audience, so I did. "I must tell you, we anticipated this screening would be well-attended, but it appears this room is filled to capacity. This has not happened for the first edit of a new actor's promo film in all the years I've been here at Frenetic, but then we've never seen the likes of Trevor Hawk before either." There was another ridiculous amount of applause. It was embarrassing. This time Randy said I should bow to the audience and blow them kisses, so I did. "We will not all fit even in the largest conference room. Therefore, following the screening, we will pause for ten minutes to allow you to finish your notes and reflections, perhaps use the washroom or what have you. During that time, a few chairs will be set up front here, and microphones will be placed at the front of each aisle. We will invite the director, producers, design staff, and our star, Mr. Hawk, to be seated in front here, facing you. To offer comments or to ask questions, I'm afraid I must ask you to follow that oldest of British traditions and form a queue behind each microphone. We will remain here until every concern is addressed, and every question answered, and you must know that every criticism is greatly appreciated because it is in everybody's interest to make this video as spectacular as it can possibly be. However, young Trevor here might need to leave us with his agent, Mr. Christianson, before we have concluded what I am sure will be a lengthy and lively discussion. This is because Trevor Hawk is already directing his first live performance, which is scheduled for later this afternoon." More ridiculous applause, but this time I giggled because I felt proud as I waved to the audience. "Now, on with the show!"

There was another brief bump of applause as the lights dimmed. The screen was black at first. Then music began. First it was soft, but in just a few seconds it was very loud, with trumpets and all kinds of instruments playing as the words "Frenetic Films presents" faded in on the screen. Then the whole orchestra blasted out a long note as my name appeared. My name faded out as a portrait of me faded in. It was one that Roy had taken on the set of The St. Felix Academy, on the upper walkway above the gym mat, with his studio camera. I really liked that picture. I was almost smiling, like I was just about to smile, but I had a look of hungry desire as well. It was so detailed too. You could see tiny, wispy hairs on my cheek that I swear I didn't have there. I was also happy to see there was nothing sticking out of my nose. It's hard to describe how it feels to see your face twelve feet [4 m] high in front of so many important people. But I knew they were about to see a lot more. I knew what footage we'd shot, but I didn't know what they were planning to use. I hoped they didn't use anything I did with Trish and Lena. Yuck!

"Hello, my name is Trevor Hawk," I heard myself say in that professional broadcaster's voice. "And I love sex!" Rock music began to play as a rapid montage of clips from probably everything I'd done in front of a camera played, maybe one or two every second. "I'm new to the Frenetic family," I said as the music subsided and the video showed me speaking with Adrian.

How old are you anyway?" Adrian asked.

"I'm eight, almost nine" I replied. I hadn't realized we were being filmed at the time.

"I love the other kids here at Frenetic," I said. "They all treat me with love and kindness." The camera cut to the scene where I was being fucked by Jeanine and Claire was forcing my face into her pussy, with more rock music. I thought I heard a few people softly laughing during that scene. It was intimidating because they were all behind my back, and I couldn't see them.

The music slowed down, and the scene changed to the outdoor set where we'd filmed the day before. The camera showed me at a distance, lying prone on a swing. My voice said, "My decision to make child pornography was an easy one." Then the angle changed to Roy's close-up shot of my face, saying, "I love having sex!" I wanted to cry! I looked so pretty! My smile was so lovely! How had I never known I was so beautiful? Then I said into the camera, still with my beautiful smile, "And it turns out that by doing the thing I love so much, I can make a lot of people happy." The camera pulled back to reveal that Boris had been fucking me the whole time. "You see? I bet you like this," I said with an absolutely adorable wink. That could not be me I was watching!

Then the shots switched between cameras, back and forth, sometimes showing a close-up of my ass getting fucked, sometimes showing Boris' face, and sometimes showing a wide shot, allowing the viewer to see the woman with the camera getting right into a tight shot of Boris' cock in my ass. They went back and forth between those two shots several times, and they kept them in time with each other.

Then the camera switched back to a close-up of my face as Boris was fucking me. I smiled, so prettily, and said, "And I love the variety of people I get to have sex with." There was an immediate cut to Boris pulling out, slowly and gently, then the German man pushing his ten inch [25 cm] cock right into me. I remember it felt a lot more gentle than it looked. I guessed that was good. Then I once again became aware that a bunch of people were in the room with me, watching my twenty foot body naked and being fucked. That was just embarrassing enough to give me a huge thrill and a massive stiffy.

"I love all the new experiences too," I said to the camera as the shot cut to Boris pulling out of my ass, walking around to my front, and feeding me his cock. "I have learned so many new skills already," my voice said as the scene switched to Randy's studio to show a close-up of me snapping Boris' cock into my throat. "Do you think I can do that again?" I asked. The scene switched back to Boris face-fucking me outside. "It's not always easy," I said. Then I could see my head suddenly move down and take Boris' cock into my throat. "But persistence pays off." I said "And experience leads to improvement. I love all my new experiences here at Frenetic," I said as the video showed the German man's cock sliding all the way into my throat, balls deep. As he fucked my throat, there were more back and forth cuts between the close-up camera and the wide-view camera that showed the other camera right in my face. In less time than it took in real life, the man pulled his cock back out and shot his load neatly into my mouth. I swallowed the cum and turned to my right as there was another camera cut, and I said with a cute smile, "Delicious experiences!"

The scene switched to me lying on my back with Kenji riding my cock and Hiro on my face screaming in orgasm. "Cute boy experiences," I said. Then the shot changed to Hannah sucking my cock. "And even cute girl experiences." Then the scene went to a close-up of my face while Hannah was sucking my cock, and I said very sweetly to the camera, "I'm gay, but that's not to say I don't like girls at all. Girls can be quite fun to play with and to work with, and some of them are quite good at their… jobs." When I had said the word "their", the camera cut for a few seconds to a close-up of Hannah's face as she went crazy on my cock.

"But sometimes…" I said, letting the words hang. I cringed as the scene switched to show me fisting Lena and Trish in their pussies. "New experiences can challenge me." Then the scene changed to show my arm all the way inside Trish's ass and my other fist pumping her pussy. "I'll try just about anything. How will I know if I'll like it unless I try? It's all so new to me. You never know what I'll get up to in my next video." Then there was a brief shot of me showering by the pool, walking out of the shower naked, toward the camera, a smile on my face, shaking my head, and saying to someone off-camera, "Yeah, of course, I'll try anything, and if they like it, I'll likely try again! That's what it's all about, right? Giving people pleasure!" That wasn't entirely true. I learned my lesson with Trish and Lena. I need to have boundaries. But I guess it was a good thing to say for sales.

"Sometimes I get to give a lot of pleasure," I said as the scene changed to rapid cuts from my gangbang, showing the men in line, several cocks in my ass, a different one each second, different cocks in my mouth, a different one each second, whole group scenes, and lots of cum shooting into my mouth and on my belly. I couldn't believe how huge those men's cocks were, and how deep inside me they got. I had no idea how hot that would look! Then I saw the man's thumb on my throat, and I yelped without meaning to. I remembered exactly how that felt. His cock was a huge porn man cock, and he was all the way down my throat. He had his hand around my neck from the back, and his thumb was on my throat. I was helpless, and he was face-fucking me. He wasn't hurting me at all, but he had total power over me. I had given myself to these men completely, and I think he put his thumb there to remind me. I remember how hard I came during that scene. Everything was such confusion, and I know it's always that way in a gangbang. (That's part of why I like them so much.) I was learning more and more why people like Amber and Shlomo liked to give control of their bodies to someone else. I was beginning to understand how hot it was.

I suddenly realized I'd been playing with my cock. I heard several members of the audience shifting in their seats, no doubt to find out where the yelp had come from. I didn't stop.

"And sometimes, someone might request a very, very special favor." The scene changed to a close-up of Hannah's pussy sliding slowly down on my cock. Her screams could be heard at the moment her hymen was ripped open. The cameras cut rapidly as she rode me wildly, from close-ups to wide shots, and the final shot showed her rising from my cock, followed by a tight zoom on the bloody ring around my cock.

"I wanted Trevor Hawk, I wanted him so badly to have my virginity. That will always be special to me. He has such powerful sexual energy. I can't be his lover, but now he will always be a special part of my life, and I will always have his mark on my body," said Hannah on camera. She was still naked, and the camera tilted down to show her legs spread and her pussy still swollen and a little bloody. "At first I wasn't sure why she wanted me to be the one," I said. "I mean, I'm just some gay boy from London, but I think about how I feel about child porn stars, and there is a very powerful attraction. I'm a boy, so I can't know what it means to a girl, but I can understand the pull," I said on camera, still naked, with the camera tilting down to show my cock, still hard, with a bloody ring around the base.

"I love doing live shows," I said. That felt a bit strange to hear myself say because I'd only done one live show in my life. "Live audiences are fantastic. I can feel them wanting the sexual performance from me, and I can feel the massive pleasure of giving it to them," I said as scenes from the live show with Boris and Randy filled the screen.

"I've been able to explore a softer part of myself too," I said as video of the photo shoot in Randy's studio rolled. I was in my purple silk outfit with gold and black paisley and my fishnet stockings. "I'm a boy, and I will always be a boy, but it can be nice to feel pretty once in a while, even a bit of a thrill." I struck several poses for Randy's camera, but I didn't know at the time he'd left one of his studio cameras running as well. I looked so pretty! And something I realized for the first time, right there in the screening room, was that I looked confident. I had never felt confident, and I never thought I looked confident, but there were moments during all this filming when I felt very confident, and it really showed. I would try to remember to bring that up with Linda.

"Meeting new people while out and about is a lot of fun!" I said as photos of Sebastian and me meeting two young customers named Stephen and Douglas at Gold Boys of Chelsea flicked across the screen. "It's always a challenge to get boys naked in public for the first time," I said, "but there are rewards," I said as the picture of Sebastian and me sucking their cocks lingered on the screen.

"The most important things to me about making child porn at Frenetic are love and friends." Annie was sucking me, and Sebastian was sucking Boris right next to us. I hadn't realized we were so close together at the time. I was in my own world. Then Annie was riding my cock, and Sebastian was riding Boris. I didn't remember even having a body when I came with Annie, so I wanted to remember what my face genuinely looked like when I was cumming for love and not for the camera. I leaned over and sobbed quietly into Randy's chest. I looked so sweet and so honest, it just couldn't be me!

Somewhere in the background I heard Boris and Sebastian cumming too.

"At the end of the day I like to relax," I heard myself say. I sat upright to continue watching. "I've even adopted a pet since I came to Frenetic." The scene cut to me walking Shlomo on his leash across the lot, in silhouette from the setting sun.

"But sometimes a boy has to let his hair down and party!" We were in a dark limousine, rock music was playing, the sunroof was open, and from the outside light I could see my naked body being lifted through the sunroof. The scene cut to an outside shot from what must have been a camera on the pavement. A limousine with a naked boy protruding from the top came into sight. The scene cut back to the limo interior. Boris looked at the camera, smiled, licked his finger, and inserted it into my ass. I began to scream, and that scream suddenly became louder from the outside view as the limo with the screaming naked boy protruding from the top drove past the lions at the foot of Nelson's Column. The camera zoomed in on me and the image froze, with my face screaming, my erect cock clearly visible, facing the camera that I hadn't seen, and a lion in the background.

"I'm Trevor Hawk," I said, "and you'll be seeing a lot of me very soon. In fact, you'll be seeing all of me very soon." An absolutely beautiful picture of an absolutely beautiful naked boy dissolved onto the screen. "Trevor Hawk!" appeared across my chest, then it was replaced by "appearing exclusively," and then "in Frenetic Films features" and finally "For Trevor Hawk's biography, photos, downloads, merchandise, and previews of upcoming releases, visit trevorhawkchildporn.cp"

The lights came up to the sound of terrific applause and loud cheers. "They're cheering for you, Hawk," said Randy, "not the film. You."

***

I play-punched Randy on the arm. "How did you do that? Who did you have standing there with a camera? Was that all a setup?"

He laughed and said, "Oh yes, that was a setup. You wouldn't have noticed the camera because no one expects a police constable to be secretly filming a naked boy for a pornography studio! We had others in Piccadilly Circus and at Buck Palace as well. I must say though, that shot of you in Trafalgar is worth a million quid."

I leaned over onto Randy's chest again. So many people wanted to talk to me and congratulate me and tell me how special I was. Randy held me safe in his arms, and he fielded all the congratulations. My boy hugged my knees and said nothing when people asked him questions. Maybe I wasn't helping my image any by hiding in Randy's embrace, but I didn't want to vomit again. It was all too much, and Randy understood.

"Randy?" I said, "Who was that boy? That boy in the film? That can't have been me! I don't have such a sweet smile or such pretty eyes or such soft and beautiful skin!"

"It will take some time, Hawk," he said. "You will grow accustomed to your appearance on the cinema screen in professional quality productions, but you don't have to be that way now. I think you should hold on to the awe and the excitement as long as you can, because when you get used to it, that's not a feeling you can get back. As long as you like the way that boy on the screen looked, that's all that matters for now. It's ok to stay awe-stricken and confused. Enjoy it!"

I nodded, thinking about what he'd said. I could go to the cinema and watch a film with that boy in it, and I would never suspect it was me. I could see a preview for the film on the telly and never realize it was me. Mum probably would, some night soon, see one of the adverts for one of my films and have no clue that it was me. Her son isn't beautiful like that boy. Her son is ugly. I was ugly. I thought like Mum. I was ugly, so of course that can't be me.

That's why it all felt so unreal to me! Every time something told me I wasn't ugly, I would become frightened that it wasn't real, or I'd begin blubbering like an idiot, or I'd become paranoid around someone who was really sweet like Randy. I was pretty? That was a painful thought that made me cry. An angel like Annie loves me? I'm frightened that it's all a wind-up. Surely he'll go away and find a really good-looking boy, not some ugly loser like me. But Frenetic has always made really good child porn. Were they able to turn an ugly loser like me into such a beautiful, sexy, pretty piece of art like what I just saw? "Do nice cameras make me look pretty?" I asked Randy.

"No, Hawk, but they can make you look prettier than the cheap cameras do," he said. "What you just saw is really how you look. When I point my eyes at you, that is exactly what I see. We didn't use film makeup on you, maybe a dab of powder or concealer, I can't remember, but the rest was all you and your beautiful self, and that also means your beautiful choice of cosmetics and clothes."

"Maybe I shouldn't say anything when people want to talk, coz I don't understand it still."

"Say whatever you feel like saying, Hawk," he said. "Each and every one of these people is here to make you look as sexy, as pretty, as gorgeous, and as lovable as possible. By being yourself, you can help them understand how to present you, and how to make you appear even sexier in your films."

"I'll sound stupid," I said.

"Did that boy in the film sound stupid?" "No," I said. "Did he look as ugly as you've sometimes thought you look?" "No." "Well then," he said, "Maybe you're not the best judge of how pretty you are or how smart you sound when you talk."

"That's coz I'm stupid, isn't it."

"You're just not going to let me win at this, are you?" he said, tickling me mercilessly.

"Ok!" I howled! "Ok! Ok! I'm pretty! I'm sexy, right? I'm not stupi…. WAIT! I mean I'm smart and all!" I could hardly breathe from laughing. Tickling a little boy is one way to swing him round to your point of view.

***

They put Randy and me right in the middle of the row of chairs on the stage facing the audience. He was the director, and I was their new boy beauty or whatever. I had Shlomo curl up on the floor at my feet. If things got bad, Randy said I could use him as a teddy boy.

A tall man with short black hair, a dark blue suit, and a microphone stepped in front of us to address the audience. "Hello, ladies, gentlemen," and turning to Shlomo and me he said, "and dear boys. My name is Victor Boswell, and as most of you know, I am the marketing director for Frenetic Studios and Boys In Action Films. Our goal at Frenetic is to provide the highest quality pornography in the world, producing all genres, with a heavy emphasis on our Children's Division, and on boys in particular, which is where the market has clearly settled for a few years now. Last year Frenetic and BIA, combined, grossed over eight billion pounds. About five billion of that came from our child pornography productions, and three and a half billion came from content featuring boys exclusively or boys with men. That means our boy-boy and man-boy products alone are grossing more than all adult genres combined. If you include woman-boy products, the three are out-grossing all other genres combined. That doesn't even consider girl-boy products. We are doing very well as a corporation, and in order to continue as the world leader in child pornography, especially boy content pornography, we need to recruit new talent constantly, new boys especially, because they have a limited period of time during which they can actually be marketed as children before, alas, they grow up. That is no small task, and it's why we offer such lucrative bonuses for recruitment of boys who will do well in this business. It is no small task in part because more than half of the boys who enter into contracts each year find that making child pornography just isn't for them. And that makes sense. This is a demanding business for adults, let alone children, but occasionally we get a boy who is a natural. They seem born with beauty, charisma, sexual vibrancy, and innate acting and sexual skills. They are the ones who will do very well in this business. This describes two of our hottest stars at the moment, Adrian and Sebastian."

I thought he was talking about me!

"But once in an entire career, a boy with all of those qualities comes out of nowhere, and he has an indescribable magic. He is not merely a natural. He is more like a supernatural. He does not perform, he simply is. He does not work the camera, the camera connects his very soul to the soul of the viewer. He gives selflessly, intimately, humbly, and unconditionally, and the presence of a camera or an audience only enhances those qualities. He begs for the camera and the audience so he can share himself, his innermost feelings and vulnerabilities, with an audience that he loves dearly. There used to be a saying in television that the camera adds a full stone. Well, sometimes the camera is only able to catch a person's best side. Somehow every shot is a thing of beauty, and no one knows why that is, least of all the boy himself. Well, I would first like to thank Randy Christianson, the director of the film you have just seen, for having discovered just such a boy. I want to announce, Mr. Christianson, that when the terms of his contract are fulfilled, the board of directors have authorized me to pay you a bonus of two million pounds for your discovery." Randy looked surprised by this news, but the audience gave a rather casual round of applause. "We all know that is a very, very small portion of the revenue that our new star will surely bring to us, based only on the twenty-one scene deal he has been signed to.

"As I was saying, once in an entire career… This is that moment in your careers. Cherish it. This is the moment you first met the legend of child pornography, Mr. Trevor Hawk!"

I guess this time he was talking about me. He seemed to think rather highly of me. I thought maybe I should ask Randy for something nice for getting him a nice bonus. Maybe he could take me to the pictures, or we could go out for pizza, and he'd have to bring Sebastian and Boris, and my sweet angel Annie.

"Hawk," said Randy, "you really should stand and wave, or bow, or something. This is all for you!"

Sure it was all for me. I'd been to a few football matches to see Arsenal play, and everybody cheered then. That wasn't for me. I decided to stand and clap as well. Randy thought it was best. But when I stood up the cheering got twice as loud. That wasn't right. Had the queen just entered? "Give them a wave, Hawk!" said Randy. That wasn't so hard. I raised my arm to wave, and the noise doubled again. I slowly looked up, looking at different members of the audience. They all seemed to be looking at me. I raised both arms and waved both hands to the crowd. That seemed to make them smile more. I liked making people happy, so I waved more, and they smiled more and made more noise.

Then I heard a chant, like at the football matches. They were chanting my name! "Trevor! Trevor! Trevor!" Ok, it was all for me, but there must be something… I sat down rather abruptly and picked up my boy and held him on my lap. I hugged him and tried to make the bad feelings go away. My teddy boy loved me. That seemed to make them even more excited though. I held my teddy boy's face in front of mine and said, "Look at me." "Yes Master!" he said loudly so I could hear him. "I don't want to be here," I told him, "so it's your job to help me feel like I'm somewhere else, ok?" "Yes Master!" Randy stood up and waved his hands down to calm the audience. "Please," he said, "Please, this is stressful for Trevor! He's not used to this yet."

"Look at me, teddy boy," I said. "Tell me an imaginary place where we are."

"Yes Master," he said with a smile. "We're on the planet called Proton Zap, and a rocket is blasting off, and that's making lots of noise."

"Will it be quiet and peaceful when the rocket is gone?"

"Yes, Master, it will, very peaceful. And nobody ever gets sick there either." "Are there flowers there?" I asked. "Yes Master, purple ones and pink ones and yellow ones," he said. "You can pick as many as you like because they grow right back."

"Will the purple ones match my purple silk and gold paisley sexy bikini knickers?"

"Yes Master! They're just the perfect color!" He paused for a moment and whispered, "It sounds as if the rocket's flown away, Master."

"Thank you," said Victor Boswell. "We are all very proud of our new star, but we must now discuss his promotional video."

I kissed my sweet teddy boy and told him I loved him. Then I turned him to face the audience as he sat on my lap.

***

"You can't have him fisting a woman and deep throating a man in a general promotional video. That's taking things entirely too far," said a rather frustrated man's voice. "You'll put off both demographics. Same with taking a girl's virginity. I understand he's the most unusually versatile boy we've ever had here, but porn isn't the same as sport. If an athlete plays football and cricket, the football fan is not likely to become disgusted by a picture of the athlete playing cricket."

"And there are butterflies too," whispered Shlomo into my ear. "Big, pretty butterflies, and they have purple wings with gold and black paisley. Some of them are white, and they have fringes all round their wings." "But this isn't targeted exclusively to industry insiders," complained another voice. "This promotional video will be included with every film that features Trevor Hawk. Industry insiders will be very impressed with the diversity, but the member of the general public who purchases St. Felix Academy will not, I promise you, want to see him up to his shoulder in a woman's ass, or some girl telling us why she wanted our gay boy star to pop her bloody cherry!"

"There are hawks there too," my teddy boy whispered. "There's a mummy hawk and a daddy hawk, and they have a nest way up high where their little boy hawk lives. Mummy and Daddy hawk protect their little boy hawk. And their feathers are purple and gold and black. And they only eat peanuts."

I kissed my sweet little boy's sweet little lips and asked Randy, "How much longer is this going to go on? I mean, they're just bickering."

"You're right Hawk," he said. "I've had enough of this twaddle."

Randy looked angry. I didn't like seeing him like that, but he spoke in a firm, measured voice. He did not shout. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said. "We've been here for an hour now, and all we've done is," he looked at me, then back to the audience, "bicker. Even a child could tell you that. We are getting nowhere with these circular arguments, and unless someone has an innovative suggestion to stop this bickering, I am going to take Trevor and his boy somewhere where we can relax over a nice root beer and unwind before his live performance this afternoon. You lot can carry on without us. Let me know if you agree on anything. Chance would be a fine thing."

Randy offered me his hand. Shlomo slid down off my lap, and I hung my purse over my left shoulder. I held Randy's hand with my left hand, and Shlomo's leash with my right hand. As we approached the door, we could hear renewed cheering from some parts of the audience. Randy did not look back.

***

As we left the building, Randy was clearly unhappy with how things had gone. "Bloody twats! How they think that is helping you I'll never know," he said.

He stopped for a few seconds. Then he bent down to kiss me. "Now I'm doing just the same! I'm sorry Hawk. You've heard enough senseless anger from adults today, haven't you. Let's go down the pub and have some root beer floats, what do you say, boys?" Shlomo and I smiled and nodded.

Then I took my boy into a great big hug and sobbed. When I was again able to talk, I said through my tears, "Boy, you were brilliant! I couldn't have made it through that if it weren't for you and your imagination. You're getting a blow job from Master tonight!"

"I love you Master," he said in his tiny boy voice as his cock stood to attention. "It makes me happy that I helped my master feel better."

"And an extra scoop of ice cream in his root beer float, ok Randy?"

***

A half hour later, we had finished our root beer floats. Shlomo kissed me with a smile, and through his kiss he shared some of his extra ice cream that had lingered on his lips. We walked back to the office building. "They're giving you two million quid extra bonus for finding me in a tree?" I asked Randy. "That should make you happy, shouldn't it?"

"They know you will make them a thousand times that much in your career easily," he responded. "The marketing people want to keep me happy because I'll be around for twenty or thirty more years, but you won't be able to be their child star anymore after five years. It's stupid really. You're the one who decided to do this. You should get a bonus as big as mine. I mean, in one year you are free to go to another studio, or to America. You can't make money for Frenetic then, can you? They should be bending over to kiss your sweet, sexy ass, then paying you for the privilege. I'll keep working with Eastman, but this is really a marketing decision. Recruitment is considered part of marketing at Frenetic, and that means Boswell has to sign off. He's not so easy to persuade."

"That's ok," I said. "I'm filthy rich, and I have an awesome pet boy. I have everything I want!" "You're worth a whole lot more, Hawk."

Chapter 60
Preshow

We exited the elevator on the eighth floor, and we could still hear the bickering in the auditorium. Randy pulled me by the hand, and I pulled my boy by the leash, to the green room in the Alain Emery Thrust theater. Clarice, the Caribbean hair and makeup stylist was there, along with a man she introduced as Hector. "Him the wardrobe man for you," she said.

"How do you do," I said as I kissed him. "How do you do," he said. "What? De pretty bwah got no love for poor Clarice?" she said with a smile. "Give us a kiss, and make it a damn good one!" She leaned down and kissed me with her soft, full lips. "There," she said. "Love is not so hard to give, is it?"

"No, Clarice," I said, feeling bashful for some reason.

A short man with short black hair entered the green room and said, "Good, I'm glad you're here." "You remember Rick, don't you Hawk?" said Randy. "He's the stage manager here at the Emery theater."

"Of course," I said as I walked over to him and kissed him. In truth I hadn't recognized him without his head set.

"We have an hour and ten minutes before go time," said Rick. "Mr. Hawk, the set is ready, and sound and lights are waiting to show you what they have."

"Ok," I said, looking at Randy.

"Ok!" said Randy in an enthusiastic tone. "Let's go."

We walked the familiar, short corridor to stage right, then down the steps and into the seating area. "It would be a good idea to have your fluff boy sit in your throne and wear the robe and crown while you look at the lights," said Rick, "and Randy, maybe you could take Pao Pao's spot? We did hang-and- focus already, but we just want the director's approval." I felt important sitting there. I was the director, and everything needed my approval. This was a kind of important feeling I could understand, unlike all that nonsense at the screening. "Oh, and get the scepter for him as well, Paul. Robe, crown, and scepter."

"Which scepter?" asked Paul, who was apparently some sort of stage hand. Rick looked at me. "Is there more than one?" he asked. "The large one," I said to Rick. He called back to Paul, telling him it was the large one. I released Shlomo from his leash and told him to follow Rick and Paul's instructions. He smiled and ran to the stage, where Paul had returned with the beautiful robe I had chosen, along with the crown and scepter. Randy stood stage left and down from the throne, facing the throne. Shlomo couldn't have been more delighted as Paul put the robe on him and crowned him. "Leave the robe open just a bit, boy," I called to Shlomo. "Just enough to see your cock peeking through. Perfect. Good boy!" He sat in the chair, and Paul handed him the large dildo-handled scepter.

Rick introduced me to Andrew, the lighting designer, and Meg, the sound designer. They sat with me as I reviewed everything. Rick called loudly, "House going dark!" There were calls of thank-you to acknowledge the warning. Then Rick put on his headset and said, "Ok, lower curtain, house to black." The main lights in the room went out. It occurred to me that I wouldn't want to be walking around and have it become so dark so suddenly. They had a lot of safety rules at Frenetic, and they usually made lots of sense. "Stand by raise curtain, lights one, and sound A. Raise curtain, lights one, sound A go." A dull light fell on the middle of the curtain as a loud fanfare with trumpets and drums sounded. As the curtain rose, the light became brighter. Soon Shlomo was clearly and brightly lit in the throne with the gold and jewels in his crown and scepter shining radiantly.

"Isn't that kinda loud?" I shouted.

"Hold please!" called Rick. The fanfare stopped, but the lights remained the same. "I'm sorry Trevor," said Rick. "Is there a problem?"

"It's so loud!" I said. "Does it have to be so loud? I mean, won't people be scared?"

Meg turned to me and said, "Oh you'll be surprised! When the house is full, and today this place will be completely packed, you'll notice that everything that sounds so loud right now will be just perfect for them. Human bodies soak up a lot of sound," she said. "Just having people in the seats can be like turning the sound down halfway."

I looked at Rick. "We can turn it down if you like," he said, "but Meg is an expert with sound, and I have learned to trust her in these matters."

"Ok," I said.

"Can we have sound A again please?" asked Rick. The loud fanfare played again, and I couldn't hear a word he said until it got quieter. Then he said, "Lights 2, sound B go." I heard my own voice over the speakers. It was really clear sounding, but still quite loud. I introduced myself as the king of Trevor Neverland, and said that a messenger had brought two boys as a gift. As my voice was playing over the speaker system, Randy was slowly lit, standing in Pao Pao's position stage left and down a bit from the throne.

"He should be naked," I said with a devilish smile, not really serious.

"Ok, hold please," called Rick. "Randy, we need you to undress for light check."

I looked at Rick, then back to Randy, feeling a bit of panic. "I wasn't really asking for… I mean, he doesn't have to…"

"It would be best if he were naked," said Rick. "Our second units in the film productions always have naked stand-ins, or they dress in the costumes worn by the actors." Randy was already undressed by the time Rick had finished saying this. He handed his clothes to Paul and returned to his place.

The red carpet in front of my throne lit up, and big drums began to play, getting faster and faster. Randy lay on his back in front of the throne. I knew what was happening at that point. Hiro was sliding down onto Pao Pao's cock. "Can we see some wood Randy?" asked Rick.

"Boy!" I called. Shlomo jumped off the throne and started sucking Randy off until he was nice and hard.

"As long as we have him," said Andrew, "we should look at the floor action cues."

"Great idea," said Rick. "Shlomo, can you lose the robe and crown and have a seat on Randy's cock please? We need to check the lighting for the anal action."

"Yes Sir," said Shlomo, as he folded the robe and placed it carefully on the throne with the crown. He straddled Randy, but Paul had dashed onstage with some lube and a towel for them to use. Shlomo settled onto Randy's cock easily and surprisingly quickly. "I just love that Schlong O kid," said Meg. "He's so bloody cute, and he gets right into things." "Too much shadow," said Andrew. He pressed a few keys on his laptop, and another light came on from the back of the room. It moved around until it was centered on Randy's cock, which was fucking Shlomo with a regular rhythm. Shlomo let out a high pitched yelp and began to shake. "Have you got it, Andrew?" asked Randy.

"Yes," said Andrew. "We've got it, thank you." Randy grunted and pulled Shlomo's body into his, cumming on the spot. They kissed each other, and Shlomo returned to the throne while Randy exited the stage.

There was something Meg called a sennet, where the trumpets play by themselves. It was a sort of ta-da moment for Hiro.

Paul undressed and pretended he was Yuko, taking her position as the scene progressed. We didn't have stand-ins for the boys, other than Shlomo, but that was ok. Everything looked fine to me, and Andrew was also a professional. I trusted him. I liked the exciting music Meg had chosen too. It was much better than that boring classical stuff they'd used the day before. At the end, the stand-ins stepped onto the thrust, in front of the curtain line, and bowed as the curtain came down behind them. The bright lights stayed on them as the house lights came up, just a bit at first. Then the bright lights faded as the house lights came all the way up. I hoped we wouldn't have to bow, because I was worn out at the end of the previous show.

***

"Is everything the way you want it, Hawk?" asked Randy. We were standing in a group in front of the stage, Andrew, Meg, Paul, Rick, Randy, and me with my boy. Everybody but Shlomo was dressed again.

"Well yeah," I said. "It looks fantastic! I can't believe I just imagined all this yesterday and today, and this lot have made it into a real show."

"And a brilliant show it will be at that," boomed the deep voice of a large, naked man with brown skin and black hair as he stepped out onto the stage.

"Hi Pao Pao!" I said, along with everyone else. "I'm so happy you could do this! Wait till you see Hiro and Kenji! They're so cute!"

"You gonna deep throat me?" he asked. "You sure about that?"

"Let's go to the green room," said Randy, "and let these good people reset everything so they can open the house."

I went with Pao Pao and Randy to the green room with my boy in tow. Yuko had arrived as well. I kissed her, and then Pao Pao. I giggled, "You two have matching costumes!"

"And who do we have to thank for that, you sexy little director boy!" said Yuko, trying to tickle my belly.

"I like my costume," said Pao Pao. "It breathes." Then he looked at me. "Are you really gonna deep throat me?" he asked again.

"I think so," I said. "I need to warm up first. Boy!" I sat in a chair and began sucking my boy's cock. When he was hard, he was bigger and much longer than Boris. It was still a bit freaky to see such a tiny boy with such a massive cock. I worked on him, relaxing my throat, remembering my technique. It took a few tries, but I got him into my throat. I kept him there for a bit, and then slid him out. "I just need to work my way up, I think." I looked at Randy and said, "I know you just came, but would you mind?"

Randy smiled brightly. "Would I mind a deep throat blowjob from Trevor Hawk?" He was standing in front of me with his trousers and boring boxers around his ankles before anyone could say anything. "You understand there's no ATM bonus this time," he said with a wink. "I haven't cleaned up yet." I didn't care. I sucked him to get him hard. I moaned a bit because I wasn't expecting to taste his yummy cum, and maybe a hint of Shlomo's ass, but it was ok. I knew Shlomo was clean, and it felt kinky to know that I was doing ATM again, even without the bonus pay. I found it easier than ever to get him into my throat. It seems the more you do it, the more your throat muscles remember how to do it. I kept going on Randy until he came again, his second orgasm in twenty minutes. I think he'd gotten really frustrated from the bickering after the screening, and he needed to let off some steam.

Then three more people entered the green room, Hiro, Kenji, and Mr. Watanabe. There was a chaos of hellos and bows and kisses, after which Randy said, "Trevor was just about to try something special. You should see what he does."

I sat back on my chair, where I felt more relaxed, and Pao Pao stepped up to me. I wrapped my legs around his and took his cock into my mouth. I could open wide enough, only just, but that was good. He was wider than Randy, and quite a bit longer, but I'd learned from the German man that length isn't really that important. Hiro and Kenji stood on each side of the chair I was sitting in and watched carefully. When Pao Pao was rock hard he said, "Damn boy! You're going to do this, aren't you!"

I wished I'd shared his confidence. I pulled his cock out and said, "I need you to pull my head onto you. I can relax if you just do that, like putting on a condom or something. Really, I'll tap out if I need to. I swear."

"As you wish," he said. He held my head in place. I wasn't going anywhere. I closed my eyes. Flowers, butterflies, hawks that ate peanuts, it was all so… He was doing it! I could feel him opening my throat. I think he could feel it to, because he slowed down and didn't plunge in right away. His cock began sliding in, but it could only go so far. Planet Proton Zap, my sweet little tiny boy and his imagination, when I really needed him. He pulled harder. I thought I might really be able to do it! It was a matter of finishing the job, but he needed to pull on my head and he wasn't doing it! I reached around his ass and squeezed. I pushed into him with my face. I wanted him to do it already, but he was treating me like a soft little boy. I pulled him in hard, with my arms and legs squeezing him tight, and he seemed to lose his balance. With my legs wrapped around his, he couldn't step back and regain his balance. I had come out of the chair a little, and my weight was pushing him down and backwards. Arms began flailing, people rushed to us, but the big muscular man fell on his back, pinning my arms underneath him.

"Pao! Are you all right?" Yuko's voice called. My question exactly! I didn't mean to trip him!

"Oh sweet Jesus," said Pao Pao. He pointed to me. My arms were trapped under his ass, so I couldn't get up, but he didn't want me to get up.

"My god," said Randy. The Watanabe boys knelt down on either side of me to see no shaft of Pao Pao's cock left showing. They looked at their father, then back at me, jaws hanging open. They seemed too stunned to smile at each other in their usual way. My lips were kissing Pao Pao's crotch. He was in, and I couldn't breathe. I lifted my head just a bit, then went up and down a few times, taking air in through my nose as I was able. He lifted his ass so I could have my hands back. I had to get up so I could breathe properly, but I had done it! Balls deep on one of the biggest cocks in porn!

Slowly I lifted my head and sat up on the pair of muscular thighs, gasping for breath. "Hawk! Honey- Hawk!" called Randy. "Are you hurt? Say something."

My boy had climbed onto the big man's legs behind me and laid the side of his head against my back. I slowly turned to Randy and let a smile slowly form as I caught my breath. Everyone applauded exuberantly except for Mr. Watanabe. He applauded politely with a serene smile. It was almost a sign of gratitude, but I think he also wanted to tell me I was far from done surprising people with my talents. He seemed to know something that I didn't.

The Watanabe boys playfully fought over my mouth as they tried to kiss me as many times as possible, but when their father cleared his throat, they seemed to remember themselves. They were proper Japanese boys when Papa was around, and well-behaved English boys when he was not. They stood up and bowed to their father from the waist, and then to me from the waist, and again to Pao Pao.

Shlomo began bouncing happily on Pao Pao's legs with his arms around my neck in a loose hug. Pao Pao sat up and kissed me. "Sweet Jesus have mercy!" he said, and the room immediately fell silent. "One man. Only one man in God's green Earth has done that for me, and that was King Khan. Trevor Hawk, I will work with you anytime, and I live in apartment 806. You are always welcome. Such a sweet boy, and a pretty boy, but dear, sweet Lord Almighty, you are a sexual angel sent direct from Heaven!"

Some people clapped, others laughed. Then a woman of about 30 with shoulder length wavy brown hair, wearing the familiar white KCU nursing uniform, entered the room, followed by Rick. "Was it you who fell, Mr. Hawk?" she asked. How did everybody know my name when they'd never met me?

"No," I said. "It was Pao Pao. I accidentally tripped him and I think he bumped his head. Do you have a lump, Pao Pao? That happens when I bump my head."

"Don't be silly," said Pao Pao. "Check the boy! He fell with me, and he got something stuck in his throat."

"Can you breathe, Mr. Hawk?" the nurse asked me. "Sure I can," I said. The nurse turned to Pao Pao and said, "Head trauma gets priority. Now let's not have any trouble." "Yes, Nurse Donna," he said with a grin in false submission. She did a series of tests with Pao Pao. She felt for a lump, and she didn't find any blood. She had him sit in a chair so she could look in his eyes with a little flashlight. She traced a pattern in front of him with her flashlight, and he had to hold his head perfectly still and follow the light only with his eyes. She asked him silly questions, like the name of the prime minister and the date. At one point he said, with his tongue sticking out, that it was Christmas day, 455 BC. "Pao Pao," she cautioned him. "You're not setting a good example for these children." After that he was completely cooperative. She had him walk away from her and back. That was apparently satisfactory, so she turned her attention to me.

"Let me guess," she said, "you were trying to see if you were the only boy in the world who could deep throat him and you two fell?"

"How did… ?"

"You boys can be quite predictable," she said, "whether you're in a child porn studio or on a school bus going to the zoo." I looked down, embarrassed.

"Donna," said Randy, "he wasn't trying to deep throat Pao Pao. He is the only boy in the world who actually has deep throated him! He actually took him all the way, balls deep when they fell. You should have seen it! In fact, since you're here for the whole show, you might get to see it again!"

"I'll need to have a look at his throat before I get excited, if you don't mind," she said. She had me sit in the same chair where Pao Pao had sat, and she pointed her flashlight at my mouth and told me to say "ahh." She looked around carefully, holding my tongue down with a wooden stick. She told me to stick my tongue out while she did that, and at one point I gagged rather hard. It had been a while since I'd gagged on anything, so that was a bit confusing. I thought lunch might be on its way out, but nothing came up. "It's good to see you still have a normal gag reflex, Trevor," she said. "You really shouldn't deep throat all the time or you could lose your gag reflex, and that can be a bad thing."

"How will I know if I'm losing it?" I asked.

"When you no longer feel you need to make an effort to suppress your gagging when you suck someone's penis into the back of your mouth or your throat. If you no longer have to try, you must stop and come to the clinic straight away. It sounds like you've developed quite a talent," she said, looking at the size of Pao Pao's cock, "one that can make you quite famous, I should imagine, but your agent and Dr. Benson must keep an eye open for signs. There is certainly nothing wrong with deep throating someone, but too much of anything can harm you."

"Oh I have other things I do too!" I said. "I can have a really big cock in my ass, and I even fisted two women at once, and one of them wanted me to put my arm all the way up her ass to my shoulder!"

Donna almost looked as if she might gag, but she contained her reaction. Or maybe she just had to cough. She worked on a porn studio lot. Surely she'd seen such things all the time.

"Your throat looks just fine," she said, after having one last look. "How did you land? Did you bump any other part of your body?"

"No, Nurse Donna," I said. "I landed on Pao Pao, so I didn't even make it to the floor."

"Well that sounds like a safe landing!" she said with a smile. "Pao Pao," she said, turning to him, "I need to examine your penis. It was part of this accident."

"Ok," he said. She sat in the chair and he stood in front of her. She shined her light around the top carefully, then lifted his cock and looked very carefully at the bottom and the scrotum. "Any pain when I do this?" she asked, running her finger across the lower base of his cock and the front of his scrotum.

His cock began to harden. "Does that answer your question?" he asked.

She rolled her eyes and ran her finger around the base of his cock on the top. He was fully erect, and she had to pull his cock down to have a good look as she did so. "How about now?" she asked.

"Why don't you just do a few scenes?" he asked her. "One scene? I've told you a hundred times, you'd be great!"

"I'll take that as a no," she said, grinning at Pao Pao. "Dinner at eight?"

"I wouldn't miss it," he said to her as she left, handing Rick the medical all-clear notes for Pao Pao and me.

***

After Rick and Mr. Watanabe left, Hiro and Kenji were a little more relaxed. I liked them better that way.

I found out gradually that being the director meant I was also the director in the green room. I told Hiro and Kenji they needed to get undressed, and they did, giggling occasionally to each other. I handed each of them three dildos, a tube of cherry lube, and a towel from the props table.

"I don't know if you've had a chance to see the script," I said to them, "but Pao Pao over there has a very big cock, as you've seen, and the first action in this scene is each of you boys sitting on his cock and sliding it all the way inside, right away. You have to make it look like it's a real struggle, but I want it to be easy for you, and very fast if that's possible." They looked at each other, Kenji with fear in his eyes, and Hiro with grave reassurance. "Hiro, you've had a dildo in your ass that was almost as big as his cock, and you were begging for a larger one. Do you remember how we did that?" He nodded, or bowed at the neck, I couldn't tell. "We started with a small dildo, and we worked up to the big one," I said. "Think of it. You sweet little boys will walk out on the stage, and within a minute or two you will both have had Pao Pao's cock fully inside you. I think the audience will really like that, but in order to do that, you have to get ready now. You have to open up in here first. Start small, and work your way up. After the largest of those three, you won't think Pao Pao is so big after all. A real cock feels smaller and nicer than a dildo that's the same size. It also helps that you control the dildo. You press it into your ass steadily, as slow as you like. I think it's a good idea to sit down on them. It's the same with Pao Pao. He won't be moving. You'll be in charge. You'll decide how fast or slow you go, but I need you to go down as fast as you can. You've got just over a half hour to get ready."

"How did you learn all that?" asked Pao Pao. "You're brand new here, and you're only eight!"

"Nearly nine! And I have roommates who know a lot of the tricks," I said, winking at Yuko. "Do you think you'll be able to cum in just a couple minutes for me?"

"It'll be hard not to if you do me like you just did, Lord have mercy!" "Uh… Ok," I said, not knowing at all whether I could deep throat him again without falling on top of him.

***

"Fifteen minutes!" said Rick as he swept through the green room. "Fifteen minutes, thank you," we replied. I went into the single dressing room that we all shared. I wanted to check on Hiro and Kenji, and to change into my costume.

The boys were lying on their shoulders, their asses up against the wall, with their hands holding their legs spread wide and their knees bent. A young, pretty woman in a vest and a pink miniskirt with round glasses, whom I didn't recognize, was squatting against the wall rather indelicately between them, manipulating their dildos. Hiro had his standard look of extreme excitement, which means no smile, eyes wide open, mouth open, and making barking sounds that I could never tell were good or bad. Kenji had his eyes nearly closed, looking down toward the woman (I could swear he was looking up her skirt), with a serene expression on his face, but his feet were twitching. I noticed they had the largest dildos in their asses, and they were wearing their collars.

I also noticed that Kenji had his hand on the woman's bare thigh, which he was stroking gently. Hiro wasn't hard, but Kenji was. I had all kinds of questions for Kenji, but I didn't have time to ask them. Maybe after the performance. We were getting close to showtime, so my curiosity would have to wait.

The woman smiled at me as I entered the dressing room. She let go of the dildos and said, "Sorry boys, you'll have to take over again." Then she approached me, kissed me, and said, "Hi! I'm Marlene. I'm your dresser. Rhys said you could use a little help for this show." Marlene appeared to be under twenty, and by the sound of her voice, she might have been a great deal under twenty. She was extremely pretty, with thick, red hair, big blue eyes, and lots of cute freckles. I felt funny when she kissed me. I didn't get a boner, and I didn't want to get naked with her (though I would soon be naked in front of her), but I wanted something from her.

Kenji had a look of mild concentration on his face as he carefully watched the huge dildo move in and out. "Can you show me how to be pretty like you?" I asked Marlene with a sudden realization.

She giggled cutely and said, "You are so sweet!" Then she kissed me again and showed me to the full length mirror and said, "You already are that pretty! And more! I don't think I could teach you anything. But we can compare beauty tips later. It's time we got you into your costume. By the way, I LOVE your outfit! Look at those boots! And that skirt is so adorable! I just love it when boys wear miniskirts, don't you?"

I smiled and undressed as she commented on each item in my outfit. "Oh we need to do something about those socks though," she said. I handed her my things as I removed them, and she hung them on coat hangers, even my tube socks. When I handed her my knickers, she said, "These really are made for boys, aren't they." She was feeling around the front and noticed there was a bulge in their shape.

I stood naked in front of her, and Hiro began slapping the floor and grunting. "No cumming," I said. "Save it for the performance. Stop if you need to." He took his hand off of the dildo and left it all the way inserted. Kenji continued to study his, as if more fascinated by its movement in and out than by how it felt in his ass.

"Here are your royal boots," said Marlene as she pulled them off a shelf above the coat hangers. "Why don't you just sit down here," she said, indicating a sort of low bench under the coat hangers, "and we'll get you into these." She held my left leg under my knee, and I discovered another way I liked to be touched. I pointed my bare toes into the boot, and she gently pulled the boot up with her left hand while feeding my bare leg into it with her right hand. "Oh," she said, noticing my boner. "Rhys said you liked these boots, and I must say they do make your leg look very sexy." She stroked my thigh as she made that comment.

I don't think I was turned on by her. I don't know really. It made me horny to feel sexy though, and she was making me feel very sexy. "How old are you?" I asked, rather abruptly.

"I'm fifteen," she said. "I've been doing films here for years, but I wanted to spend some time now in each of the departments to learn all I can about film making. Right now I'm working with Rhys in Wardrobe mostly, but in August I'll be learning about sound design."

"Oh, will you be working with that nice man Gary in the recording studio?" I asked.

"Oh Gary is a sweetie," she said, "but no. That's called audio engineering. Sound designers decide how everything should sound, and at bigger studios like Frenetic, they have the technical people like Gary to record those sounds and create special effects. I might ask Gary to record something for me, but I probably won't be in the studio when he does it. At smaller studios, the sound designer has to do everything, including all the engineering, so I'll need to learn that stuff too, though I don't have to be as good at it as Gary is. He just works in the studio, and he's the very best." She held my right leg under the knee and slid the other boot up my leg. I watched my boner bounce up and down as her hand stroked my skin. The fur boot lining tickled my feet. "So you're the director they say," she said.

"Yes I am," I said as she worked on the fasteners of my left boot. "Not much to it really. Right now the biggest job seems to be none of us cumming before the show."

She giggled cutely again and said, "Well I won't stroke it or anything. Pao Pao did ask me to fluff him before going out, so when I get you sorted, I've got another job to do. He's not in danger of cumming, is he?"

"Well, when I had him in deep throat…"

"You what?" she giggled. "You shouldn't boast like that you know. Someone might believe you. I'd quite like to see that actually, a little boy like you stuffed balls deep with huge man cock."

"But it's ok to believe me," I said. "I really did, and I'm going to try to do it again for the show."

"Trevor Hawk," she said, furiously working the fasteners on my right boot, "I'd love to hear your story another time, but I really must see to Pao Pao." She hurriedly threw the heavy robe around me and put the crown on my head. "Done! Now kiss me, you incredibly sexy little sweetie!"

I returned her kiss, looking into her eyes, but I didn't smile. "Five minutes, that's five minutes people" "Five minutes, thank you" "What do you boys think?" I asked Hiro and Kenji.

"Look," said Kenji. He removed the huge dildo completely, looking me in the eye, and reinserted it fully without batting a pretty eyelash. "I'm ready," he said, "and Brother is also ready."

"Uh huh," said Hiro. "You do it. I'll show you."

"Ok," I said, taking hold of his dildo and removing it. As I reinserted it he moaned, his eyes closing slowly. "I am ready now," he said.

"All right then, great job," I said. "Put that lot aside, wipe the extra lube from your ass, but leave plenty in your hole. We mustn't be seen lubing onstage, and you two need to get into your flaming knickers and cuffs, and get those leashes on as well!"

I still don't know where it came from, but I seemed to be prone to these fits of dominance. I was just ordering around two of the cutest, sexiest, and sweetest boys I'd met. They were my friends.

"Yes Mr. Hawk," they both said.

I gave them each a kiss and said, "I'm Trevor, and I'm your mate."

I stepped into the green room with my robe open wide at the front so I wouldn't step on it. Marlene was sucking Pao Pao's cock vigorously, and Randy came to me for a great big kiss. "You look sensational! Are you ready, Hawk?" he asked. I nodded, which made the crown fall off. Randy caught it and put it back on my head. "Best make sure you don't nod onstage. I'm going to take my seat in the audience. We're almost at places. Break a leg, Hawk!"

"Yeah, see ya," I said to him. My legs were too sexy to break. I looked into the full length mirror and caressed my sexy thighs. What a horrible thought!

"Marlene, make sure you cover him with cherry lube when you're done," I said as she worked to get less than half of Pao Pao's cock in her mouth. "Lots of it. Don't worry about shine. He'll be facing his ass to the audience." She nodded.

"She'd better work me until places," said Pao Pao. "It's not the same without your throat," he said, kissing me.

Marlene's eyes grew wide with astonishment. "You thought I was telling stories!" I said to her.

I was dom. I was the director, king of the green room, king of the scene. None of those people would have been there without me, and that was undeniable. The promo screening was surreal, but this was not. This made sense. I was king!

Chapter 61
Trevor Neverland

"Places! We are at places everybody! Break a leg!" called Rick as he made his way round the green room and into the dressing room.

Before going onstage, I turned to Shlomo and said. "I'm proud of my boy today, very proud. Sit here on the settee until we return after the show. I'll have something special for you tonight."

"Yes Master!"

***

I made my way down the corridor to the stage. The throne was dead center. Pao Pao, Yuko, and the boys were offstage, stage left. The boys looked far, far sexier than I'd ever seen them.

I picked up the scepter from the throne and slouched at an angle with my legs crossed and casually extended in front of me. My throne was so close to the curtain that my feet were touching it. I straightened my crown and pulled my robe around me, almost closed, leaving a slight view of my cock for the audience, and holding the scepter across my chest. I looked through the dim light toward Paul, who now was wearing his headset with a light mounted on top of it. I gave him a thumbs-up sign, which he returned with an encouraging smile. There was no stopping it now. My first creative project that was all done by me, all my ideas, was happening, and I could no longer stop it. If it was stupid, it was my stupid fault. If they loved it, they loved my brilliant creation. Suddenly everything was very personal. It was my job to get the boys ready, to make sure everything was in place, even to make sure Marlene remembered to lube Pao Pao with the cherry stuff. If anybody really screwed something up, it would be me the audience would blame. But I lived for the thrill! An embarrassing sexual train wreck might be like getting caught naked wanking in the tree.

***

Paul turned off his headset lamp, and the lights backstage faded to black. The fanfare began, increasing in volume and energy. The music and sound cues were played through speakers for the audience and also through speakers near the top of the curtain, aimed at the stage, so the actors could hear them too, no matter how loud the audience got. I watched as a small crack of light appeared at the bottom of the curtain. It slowly widened and brightened. Lights began to fade up above me as the curtain rose. I was surprised to hear the motors lifting the curtain through all that loud music. I could begin to see the thick, soft, red carpet projecting from under my throne to cover the thrust part of the stage, which was in front of the curtain. All of the action in the show, except for the Watanabe boys on their bondage crosses, was to take place on that carpet.

I could hear the crowd roaring with applause, but they seemed far off at first. When the curtain passed above the level of my head, the audience suddenly became almost deafening, and I could see them for the first time. They all had faces, and they were all real people. Somehow that made things feel very, very real. I felt a rush of fear, worse than any I had felt up to that point, but there was nothing I could do now except try to relax and maybe even have fun. Try to have fun. Sure. That's what Randy kept telling me, but he wasn't sitting in that throne!

But this was my fantasy with those cute Japanese boys, and they'd looked incredibly sexy before the lights went dark. I knew I would soon have my way with them. That thought calmed me down quite a bit. I could see the stage spotlights appear as the curtain made its way toward the top of its course, and that light made it nearly impossible to see the audience anymore. I would have to wait for the post- show meet-and-greet to see them again.

"I am His Majesty, King Hawk of Trevor Neverland" resounded through the hall over the persistent yet dying cheers. I held my eyes down and to the right, trying to appear supremely uninterested in the audience. I thought about dominating the boys. I was king, and the royal willy was becoming hard. It would remain that way through the whole show.

The most beautiful sight in the world appeared next. "One day a king's messenger arrived from a far- off land bearing a gift of two beautiful boys and their wet nurse" played over the speakers. I looked briefly as Pao Pao, with his big porn man cock almost erect, approached my throne from stage left and moved down onto the thrust, the leashed boys in tow. The effect of the multi-colored stage lights on the boys and on their sparkly costumes, the bright colors against their deep tan, soft skin, and naked Yuko, walking elegantly and sexily behind in submission, defied my expectations. Yuko remained slightly up and left of my throne, her soft cock somehow adding to her elegant beauty. We had planned that it should remain limp until it was needed later.

Pao Pao stood nearly in front of me, but off to the side. "How do we know this gift is worthy of such a mighty king?" I asked. My first line. "I required a show of their worth. I made them sit on the messenger's huge cock to show they were willing to suffer for me." played over the speakers. Pao Pao lay on the red carpet with his completely erect cock pointing heavenward. He kept hold of the boys' leashes in his left hand. Kenji pulled his knickers down and removed his right foot. With a look of complete serenity, he straddled Pao Pao, stretched both his arms straight forward, and squatted smoothly down onto Pao Pao's cock without effort, guiding the mighty cock with his ass, without using his hands, and without Pao Pao needing to aim his cock toward the boy's hole. Kenji truly had a talent for this. The audience erupted with cheers and applause. Kenji sat there until the audience quieted. I gave Kenji a very serious look, trying to tell him this was no time to smile or bow. He arose, pulled his knickers back up, and knelt to the right of my throne as the audience gave him another round.

Hiro crossed to stage center and pulled his knickers down, also only leaving one foot through a leg opening, but he had removed his left foot, which meant his knickers would be hidden from the audience's view. A minor mistake for a very new boy. He straddled Pao Pao, and the audience began cheering immediately. Hiro was clearly younger than Kenji, so Hiro was going to be their darling in this segment with Pao Pao. He looked at me, a bit of fear in his eye. I looked confidently from his eyes to Pao Pao's cock. He waited for the audience to calm down, then thrust his arms forward, settling himself down rather quickly on the giant cock, but not all the way down. Pao Pao briefly had to hold his cock in place with his right hand, but that was ok. It just make Hiro look less experienced, which the crowd seemed to love. A wild cheer arose as he first began to settle in, but they all gasped as he lifted back up again. I rose from my throne to get a better view, which was a slight deviation from my script. Hiro got that look on his face - determined, almost angry. I looked at the great porn-man cock again, putting my royal boot on Pao Pao's knee to hold it down, asserting my dominance, and Hiro abruptly sat down all the way, letting out several barks of triumph, or perhaps suffering. I could never tell which.

The crowd was, of course, deafening. I gave Hiro a look that I hoped he took to mean subtle approval before seating myself back on my throne. It was great showmanship, but if he was in pain, he needed to stop where he was and get up. At my nod, he leaned forward and lifted himself slowly off from Pao Pao's cock. He stood up, pulled his knickers back up, and knelt next to his brother. I looked at them seriously to make sure they didn't smile, and to look for any signs that Hiro might have hurt himself. Pao Pao stood up to the left of my throne, facing me, fully hard.

I turned to face forward, putting my feet flat on the floor, spreading them slightly. I pulled my robe open a bit more, feeling the air on all of the important bits that I wanted the audience to see. The audience was more sensitive than a six year-old boy during his first orgasm. Simply by facing them and showing them a very small amount of skin, they went totally wild! I needed to rein them in somehow. I raised my scepter and looked sternly around at them. Of course I couldn't see any of them, but I knew where they were. They settled eventually, and I said, "We thank you for your service, Messenger, and we will pay the customary fee for messengers to our court."

I stood up, threw my arms outward, and let the robe fall to the floor, revealing myself naked except for crown and boots. I held that pose with my arms wide for what felt like an eternity until the audience calmed down again. I took Pao Pao's hand, and we took two steps forward. We turned to face each other, and as I dropped to my knees on the carpet, the crowd exploded again. I took Pao Pao's hard cock into my mouth again, pulling hard on his ass. Paul snuck onstage from behind my throne, where the lights had been turned down, and removed my robe discreetly.

Planet Proton Zap with the paisley butterflies and colorful flowers came to mind again. The noise was just a rocket blasting off. I loved having a big cock in my mouth. I grabbed Pao Pao's right hand, put it on my head, and pressed my head into his cock. He understood, and this time he didn't hold back. I was lying in a meadow of purple and yellow flowers with pink…

Blast off! The audience was quite deafening. Pao Pao held my head in place for about ten seconds, then began slowly thrusting in and out of my throat. I breathed while I could through my nose, like before in the green room. It wasn't easy, but we both knew what we could do now. I felt his cock pressing into the top of my chest, deeper than anyone else had gone when I deep-throated them. I tried to swallow it whole. I remembered that made it feel really good for the man. I tickled his balls a bit. I pulled him in harder, and he fucked my throat faster. Soon he pulled out slowly. I kept my mouth open. He set his cock head on my lower lip and wanked just three strokes before he shot a fountain of cum into my mouth. I swallowed a little with my mouth open, and more kept shooting. When he finished wanking, I turned toward the screaming crowd, stuck my tongue out just a bit to show them the treat I had, just to make them jealous, and I swallowed it. Then I took Pao Pao's cock in my mouth again to clean it off.

I had another line to say, but they wouldn't stop screaming. I'd left my scepter on the carpet by Pao Pao's feet (which probably wasn't a very regal thing to do with it). I picked it up and held it high and steady. That trick seemed to work. "You may leave us, Messenger, and join us at our table this evening for a feast of thanks," I said. He bowed and handed me the boys' leashes. I sat back on my throne, naked. As Pao Pao exited, there was a round of applause for him, but not the crazy screaming like before.

***

"Wet Nurse, approach our throne," I said. "Show me how you nurse these boys." Yuko crossed in front of my throne to a position about a meter down and stage right of me. I yanked on the boys' leashes. They jerked their heads at different times, but no one seemed to mind. The boys knelt, facing Yuko, toward stage right, with Hiro nearest the audience. Yuko was soft, as I wanted her to be. Hiro was the baby who needed something soft to suck on, so he started. The crowd cheered. Hiro kept his eyes closed, or very nearly so, and leaned his head against Yuko's body, facing the audience, as he suckled the soft cock off to the side. I'd asked Yuko to stay soft as long as she could, and she was doing a very good job of it - much better than I could have done. Hiro was brilliant in this part. He was simply adorable, and what lovelier sight is there than an adorable little boy suckling? The crowd cheered constantly. Yuko was hard after about a minute. I couldn't blame her. The sight of his skin against his ultra-bright yellow knickers and accessories was almost the same as feeling his soft body. Once Yuko was hard, Hiro couldn't fit much of her cock into his mouth, though he tried hard, scaring us by gagging twice.

Hiro sucked her for about five minutes, which is a very long time if you've never timed it for yourself. When it was Kenji's turn, Hiro knelt back, sitting on his feet, so the audience could see while Kenji knelt upright. Kenji was the older boy, more determined, more full of action, and more aggressive with his blowjob. It was his job to get Yuko to the edge of cumming, and that only took about three minutes. She gave me the signal, and I stood up, pushing the boys back, and said, "I shall sample her nutrients." The crowd erupted again, of course. I knelt in front of her and took her hard cock immediately deep into my throat. Of course the crowd roared again. After only thirty seconds or so, she pulled back, I opened my mouth, and she shot her cum at close range, mostly into my mouth, but some onto either side of my face. I didn't think she'd be able to do that, but she was a pro, and it was perfect! I swallowed what was in my mouth (her cum was unusually sweet), and each of the boys licked their side of my face clean. How Yuko was able to shoot just a little cum on each side for each boy I'll never know. I have never seen teenage boys that accurate. The crowd had been screaming the whole time, of course.

***

I stood up and waved Yuko away. She led the two boys by their leashes offstage. Over the speakers, my voice said, "It was time to sample the delights of these two boys." I stood in the light in the middle of the thrust with my arms crossed, feeling incredibly sexy in my boots with my scepter and crown. I savored the lingering taste of Yuko's cum, and my cock was diamond-hard as I thought of what was to come.

Behind me the lights were lowered, and I could hear Paul, Pao Pao, and Yuko rearranging the scenery, and the boys. I knew that Paul was clearing the throne away, and Paul and Yuko were hanging the boys up for their next entrance. Pao Pao and Yuko each wheeled an upside-down boy on a bondage cross into a light that had just faded up on the stage behind me. I made a mental note to wear earplugs during my next show to a Japanese audience, as this round of riotous applause hurt my ears. I turned around and approached Kenji on stage right. I stuck my cock in his face, he sucked it right in, and he sucked it aggressively. After about three minutes or so I was in danger of cumming, so I pulled out of his mouth and crossed to Hiro. I stroked the soft skin covering different parts of his body. I needed to buy some time before letting him suck me because Kenji had me so close to cumming. (I would pay him back with my scepter soon enough.) I'm not sure it helped to caress his soft body like I was doing because I could feel a rush of pleasure in my cock when I did that. I toyed with his hard little cock for a while, which he wasn't expecting, so he gave a nice yelp. Of course the crowd loved that. He was sensitive, but I felt like a tyrant. I offered my cock to his mouth, which he accepted immediately. His sweet blowjob quickly turned into an aggressive face-fuck. I held up my scepter to the crowd and showed them the dildo handle. I brought it down and pressed it against Hiro's hole until it slid in. I rammed it up and down. Then I sucked his cock madly. His body shook. He kicked against his bindings, but his restraints held. I could feel myself getting ready to cum, so I pulled out of his mouth and concentrated on sucking him and ramming his ass. He howled. He writhed. He suddenly screamed such a shrill sound the audience had no difficulty hearing him over their own noise. His body jerked and spasmed as if he were having a seizure. I knew it was cruel to push him like this, but I thought later he might thank me for it, and the audience sounded as if they were all cumming with him. This would only increase his tips after the show.

I abruptly stopped sucking him and yanked my scepter out and held it high. It's not that the audience needed any encouragement, but that was the plan. I returned to Kenji. I stuck my cock in his open mouth and began to suck his. I loved the skin these boys had. So soft and sexy. I guess it was just regular boy skin, but maybe it was the deep tan color that made it seem softer than it was. I held the scepter up high again, then brought it down to Kenji's hole. He was sucking me so aggressively I had to pull out again. The plan was for me to cum last. But I wanted so badly to cum right then! I sucked his cock as I shoved the scepter suddenly, though easily, into his hole. I sucked him hard and aggressively like he had done me. I rammed the scepter up and down hard - the fucking triad again: deeper, faster, and harder. He began singing this shrill note. I gave him my cock back, and he stopped singing and put his energy back into sucking. I stroked his beautiful inner thigh as I sucked harder, ramming faster, and he suddenly blew my cock out of his mouth and shrieked. He had no control over any part of his body. I continued sucking and ramming him as I had done with Hiro. He writhed madly against his chains, his screams so shrill that my ears ached again. But I wasn't letting him go!

Then I got a crazy idea. I was going to go off-script. I was the director, I reasoned, so I was allowed to do that. It would buy me a little more time before I came too. I stepped out onto the thrust and pointed to my hard cock. I shrugged. I pointed my scepter at Hiro, and put my hand to my ear. The crowd screamed. Then I pointed it at Kenji, with my hand to my ear. They screamed again. I went back and forth. Half seemed to want the sweet little boy, and half seemed to want the older aggressive one to suck the orgasm out of me. So I went to Hiro and face-fucked his tired head for a few minutes, and then to Kenji, who had me in a screaming boygasm within a minute.

Meg, the sound designer, apparently realized the crowd was not going to settle down, so she cranked up the volume of the sound system so my voice could be heard to say, "The gift was worthy, and Trevor Neverland had a new friend and ally" as the curtain fell. Pao Pao and Yuko hurried out behind the curtain to get the boys down from the crosses. When they were down, we all stood in a row almost touching the curtain, holding hands. I was in the center, Kenji was on my right, and Yuko to his right. Little Hiro was on my left, and Pao Pao was to his left. The Watanabe boys were a little unsteady, but they held up well enough. The curtain went up again, and we all stepped forward onto the thrust to take a bow. Everyone seemed to be standing and screaming. The curtain went down behind us, and we took one more bow before the house lights came up.