Sanji the Dancer
by: justjames17

(© 2008 by the author)

 

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Sanji desperately wanted to leave his home in the tiny kampong on the island of Singapore, his family were dirt poor and scrabbled a desperately poor living farming their tiny plot of land growing vegetables that they sold in the market of the kampong. Sanji was a beautiful lad with jet-black thick hair, flashing dark black eyes that dazzled anyone who happened to look into them. Sanji's body was superb, a golden brown from his years working in the field with his family, his youthful musculature was defined and svelte also due to the hard work digging and working the ground. His personality was as sunny as the warm tropical air he'd grown up in and he made friends easily.

One fine day he was working at the family stall in the market beside the main road from Singapore, the traffic was not heavy but still there were enough vehicles stopping to purchase the fresh vegetables and fruit to keep him there. A large black shiny car oozed to a halt and Sanji looked at its gleaming paint and shiny chrome, he thought how rich the person must be to own such a fine car, the drivers door opened and the driver a native dressed in a fine grey uniform got out and stood attentively listening to who ever was in the back seat. Sanji looked at the young driver thinking how fine he looked in that nice uniform and then he looked down at his worn old hand me downs he was wearing and he felt ashamed.

The young driver, who looked not many years older than his 18 years walked across to the stall and stood hands on hips looking at Sanji, a queer smile on his handsome face. Sanji felt embarrassed by the attention and looking at the dusty ground beneath his bare feet asked if the man wished to buy some produce, a low chuckle sounded from the driver who said, "No boy my master wishes to have a close look at you so come to the car with me now."

Sanji was astounded at his words and blushed deeply as he tried to straighten his very worn clothing; he shuffled across to the car accompanied by the smart driver. The heavily tinted window moaned softly down as the little electric motor whined under the stress, inside the car sat a European man, white haired and dressed impeccably in a dark suit and white shirt, he leaned on a walking stick with a shiny ornate silver knob in his gnarled manicured hands. His pale blue eyes stared searchingly at Sanji making him feel like a bug under a microscope, the man smiled and whispered, "Very nice, are you happy here doing what you do boy or would you like to better your lot in life?"

Sanji stared stupefied at the venerable looking old man and his brain raced trying to absorb what he asked, the driver nudged Sanji in the ribs and hissed, "Answer country boy, my master doesn't like being ignored."

Sanji cleared his throat nervously and croaked out, "No I wish I could be something better than what I am."

The man's lips curved up at the corners under his white moustache as he spoke to the driver telling him to accompany Sanji to his hut and tell his family he was leaving to go to the city to live. Sanji couldn't believe his ears at the man's words but he saw the man reach into his jacket and pull out a large leather wallet, which he opened and pulled out bank notes counting them before handing them to the driver saying, "Here give the boy's father this money, that will ease the loss of his pretty son."

Sanji had never seen so much money in all his life and he wondered what he would have to do to repay the man for his generosity, Sanji had enjoyed sex with tourists both male and female so he wasn't a total virgin regarding what some people desired of him but the money exchanged here was a fortune to a poor family like his. He walked to their hut and the young driver talked to his father who was shaking his head saying that he needed Sanji to help around the kampong but eventually the young man spread out the money and Sanji saw his father's eyes light up as he saw the money.
Greed reared its head and his father looked at Sanji and said, "Go with these people my son, they own you now; I hope you have a good life you have been a good son to me."

Sanji was hurt his father was so easily bribed and he fell on his knees clutching his father's knees as he cried, his mother stood in the background weeping and wringing her hands while his younger brother and sister clung to her. The driver reached down and grasped Sanji's arm pulling him away and to his feet as he said, "Come on boy we mustn't keep the master waiting."

They left the kampong and he half dragged Sanji along to the car pushing him in the back door and onto the floor at the man's feet, the door closed and he climbed in the front then the car drove away through the jungle lined road. Sanji lay dejectedly on the lush carpet as the man's shoe rubbed about gently on his flat muscular stomach, the feel of his smooth leather shoe on his body rubbing back and forth soon began to excite Sanji who's penis started to grow hard. The sight of his erection seemed to excite the man and he bent down and ran his fingers up and over Sanji's worn shorts feeling his incredibly stiff dick, the man smiled down at the red-faced lad.

The man spoke softly but with authority, "Remove your clothing boy I wish to see you naked."

Sanji nodded and struggled to pull his t-shirt up and off as he lay there, he squirmed about to let the thin cotton pull free and over his head tousling his thick hair which fell back into position once freed, the man's rheumy eyes drank in the lad's freshness and smooth beauty as Sanji began tugging down his shorts. The faded denim slid from under his full buttocks and he raised his legs to enable him to remove them, he was naked as a new born babe as he wore no underpants, his gorgeous 4inch flaccid uncut cock hung over his still smooth scrotum between his smooth thighs as he dropped the shorts to the carpet and lay back in all his naked glory. The man sighed as he devoured Sanji with his old eyes, his moustache twitched as he licked his lips, he almost groaned out, "Play with yourself boy, get that cock hard for me."

Sanji nodded his face dark still filled with diffused blood as he blushed at his strange situation, he began toying with his dick rubbing and squeezing it while rubbing and cupping his fat full balls in their hairless bag, the man's tongue roamed constantly across his thin lips as he watched the beautiful lad exciting himself till his engorged cock stood out from his dark pubic patch, 7 inches of thick hard teen tool with its generous fleshy cowl sliding back and forth over the shiny slick cherry red cock head. The man moaned softly, "Get on your knees on the seat beside me boy, I wish to inspect you closely."

Sanji moved across and climbed onto the seat kneeling on the thick luxurious leather as he put a hand out on the seat back to steady himself as the car moved quietly along the road, the old man touched Sanji's cock gently feeling his excited leaking cock crown. The touch made Sanji shudder and draw a deep gasping breath; the man rubbed his thumb across the oozing slit exciting Sanji even more as he began to gasp for air, the lad was close to exploding with the situation. This man who bought him was using his dick and making him feel incredibly sexy, he was puzzled where this was leading, was he to be a toy boy to the old man he wondered. He didn't know if he would like that but as he had no say in it he was prepared to take what came, at least the man seemed gentle and that was a plus. Sanji had experienced brutality in one of his encounters with some tourists, they seemed to believe once they paid him they could do what they wished and several times he had limped home bleeding and badly bruised.

The old man pulled Sanji closer his old hands clutched the lad's full firm buttocks and he bent down kissing Sanji's dripping dick, the feel of those lips and the tickling moustache made Sanji giggle and squirm in the man's grasp then as he swallowed the hot hard teen tool deep into his throat and his bristly silver whiskers tangled with Sanji's black pubes Sanji humped hard into that hot silky gullet his head tossing about with pleasure as the man brought him to a squealing climax. Sanji pumped and squirted a huge load into the man's hungry mouth as he clung to the grizzled white hair on the man's head. The driver watched the lad as he climaxed and his dick was pulsing in his tight uniform trousers, he watched the display of the younger teens muscles as his climax raged through his sexy muscular slim body. He felt a raging desire to rape the sexy lad, to feel that beautiful arse baking about his straining rod as he plunged in and out before filling the lad's chute with his sperm.

Sanji now empty of sperm was shaking in the man's grasp as he drained every tasty drop from the teen's tool before pulling and sucking hard off the limp log, the old man licked his lips and looked up at Sanji's sweaty still dazed face. He smiled to himself before saying, "Now boy I want you to suck me off."

Sanji came down in a hurry at his words and he looked unhappy but the man repeated, "Now boy suck my penis I want to cum in your mouth."

Sanji sighed but knew he had to obey the man's order and he wriggled back bending down to open the man's jacket and then undo his trousers, as he unzipped the pants he smelt the man's odour, it wasn't dirty as in unwashed but it smelt musty, an unpleasant aroma of old age not the vibrant muskiness of a sexually aroused fertile male. Sanji had never been with a really old person before and he shuddered as he forced himself to push his mouth over the limp dick lying on the big balls, he used his fingers to raise the limp log up and he quickly put it in his mouth before he gagged. The man moaned loudly as the lad began working his tongue about the bared knob and after a lot of effort he coaxed the man to a stiffy, he bobbed and sucked, licked and laved the tired old dick and the man's gnarled hands locked in his longish thick hair controlling the teen's efforts.

The old man was an expert after a long life of sexual affairs and partners he used Sanji's mouth and silky throat to bring him to the edge again and again, the lad's mouth and throat began to ache as he was pounded up and down on the man's cock until eventually he gobbled frantically as the man's big nuts deluged his gob and gullet. Sanji gurgled and gasped with cum oozing from his lips and nose, he didn't expect the man to produce such a copious flood from his aged gonads. The man collapsed back onto the luxurious leather gasping heavily, his aged chest heaving and his wrinkled features crimson from the effort. Sanji licked up the dregs from the wiry grey pubes and knelt there with the man's load coated on his taste buds; it was thinner, acrid and strong but nowhere as creamy or delicious as a younger man's but it was edible.

The man regained his composure and told Sanji to pull up his pants and do up his fly, the lad did so and the man said, "You give good head boy, I appreciated what you did and I'll expect you to do it again."

The car glided into the guarded gates of an estate and hummed up to a huge portico in front of a mansion dating back to the British Victorian era, liveried servants awaited its arrival and opened the door to find their master with a naked native lad in the back, not one eyebrow was raised by the staff as the man and lad dismounted from the limousine. Sanji was led up the steps by the man and inside the luxuriously appointed entrance hall where a marble floor and huge chandelier set the atmosphere leading to a huge divided staircase sweeping towards the first floor.

They turned left and entered a large parlour with heavy brocade furniture and huge oil paintings on the walls, the man sat down on a lounge and began talking to Sanji, who stood in front of him still naked. The man asked the lad if he could dance, Sanji nodded and said he could, he was told to do so as a servant turned on a CD player. The music filled the room and the lad began to sway as he felt the beat, soon he was dancing about in front of the man who ordered the servant to begin recording the action with a video camera. Sanji forgot the surroundings and gave himself completely to the music, his lithe taut body arched and weaved, spun and swayed while the man watched as if hypnotised by the lad's seductive movements.

After some time the man said, "Enough boy you are a natural, your sense of timing and incredibly sexy body will be very popular in the clubs I own here and in Australasia."

Sanji looked at him astonished at his words, he couldn't believe his ears but if he was successful it sounded like he was going to be traveling, something he'd dreamed about for a long time he was prepared to do anything to escape his boring life of drudgery. The man said, "I'll get the rough edges polished in your performance by a ballet master I know then I'll release you on the patrons in the clubs."

A few months passed and Sanji was tutored by the ballet master who also enjoyed having sex with the gorgeous dancer while his master watched and filmed their lovemaking, Sanji's movements were like poetry in motion and all the guests who saw him dance in the mansion fell in love with the youth. Sanji was a raging success both on the dance floor and in bed, he got plenty of practice in both areas until eventually he was to finally perform in his first club and the master went along with him in the limo. The night went incredibly well and the patrons loved him encore after encore were demanded until Sanji was too tired to continue, word passed around and every night the club was jammed full with high paying patrons. The master was overjoyed as the money flooded into his already huge bank balances, he enjoyed Sanji in bed when he felt like it and life was good.

Sanji got his wish to travel and he saw many cities through Asia and eventually he reached Australia, here he performed behind closed doors in secret clubs where rich businessmen came to enjoy prohibited performances such as Sanji's naked dancing and whilst he was performing videos of his sexual games were screened on the backdrop. After the shows the wealthy man bid in auctions to see who would use Sanji for the night, the money just kept deluging into his masters coffers in ever increasing amounts. His master knew time was limited as Sanji grew into manhood and aged he would no longer bring in the finances so he had to make hay while the sun shone.

His master was not getting any younger and he too knew time was passing rapidly and one day soon he would pass away, he was resigned to his demise as he'd had a full and sex filled life. He decided that when he passed on he would ensure Sanji was well provided for along with his faithful servants who had participated in all his nefarious dealings, he had no relatives he felt deserved a cent of his money as they all considered him to be an unscrupulous scoundrel.

Sanji was performing in Bangkok when he was told of his master's death, the man had been too ill to come on the trip and Sanji was shattered to hear of his passing, he canceled the rest of the tour and flew back to Singapore where he arranged the funeral with the help of Pen the chauffeur, who was one of his master's closest confidants. After the funeral Pen and Sanji returned to the mansion where Pen led the still tearful young man to his bedroom and held him in his arms until Sanji calmed down and next thing they knew they were locked together as Pen slipped his straining schlong up Sanji's rear entrance. Pen's long held desire was brought to fruition and they found peace and love in each other's arms.

The end.

 

Posted: 06/06/08