Humiliated by Big Brother

By deepak salwan

Published on Apr 11, 2005

Gay

Part Three -- Night Gets out of Hand

All the preparations are made well. Kris had inspected them personally, and he liked it. There was just about an hour left for the party, so the entire staff was ready and so was Raj, who was a waiter for that party.

Kris got ready, looking handsome in his gray suit, and was awaiting the guests, which he would personally welcome at the entrance of the hall. All the waiters, including his kid bro, Raj, looked smart in their white-tuxedo waiter uniforms along with white gloves & a white napkin around the wrist, that would add to the immaculate style that Kris had been famous for, as always.

The guests began coming to the hall, and the waiters began their job. Raj was summoned by his brother, whom he had to address as "sir", because he was the master at the moment and was told that he had to do whatever ordered to, or else he knew what would happen, in a rather alarming and strict tone. Being the sweet, simple, and now subservient boy he was, he just said, "yes", not forgetting the "sir" that he had learnt to address his elder brother as.

Now nearly everyone had arrived, and the waiters including Raj, had started serving the guests. Raj knew that it was a gay party, as usual. There were no ladies to be seen, and absolutely no kids.

The party drew into the midnight and was getting a bit tired down, the dance floor, (stag dance, of course) was nearly empty and the conversations died down. The waiters lingered on serving the masters. Raj, of course had to be present, as were his brothers wishes.

The alcohol and the night were making a few guys horny, rather hornier than they were. Kris was a great host and had made preparations for everything. He had seen to it that his special waiter, "his brother" had a sexy appearance, that would turn on his desperate friends as he would be summoned to entertain them at that gala party.

Kris summoned his waiter, Raj and also another "special" boy, who was a male prostitute, but was portraying a role of a waiter in the party. He was very cute and handsome, fair, black hair, clear complexion, fairly good height, courteous and well spoken. No one would have ever imagined him to be what he was. He just looked like a stylish upper-class waiter. But that was not the case, and people were to know it soon.

The special waiter, Raj and the male prostitute, Carl, came to their master to do what was their "real" job, that night, apart from the simple waiting.

Both of them were ordered to sit on the floors on their knees and begin performing their job that they were meant to. The guy in whose honor the party was being thrown, was very horny, and he came out of the circle, that the friends were standing in and stood in front of Raj.

Raj was quite embarrassed to do what he was supposed to, in front of so many guys, but when his bro ordered him to get going, he had no say and started pleasing the handsome suited man to his best capacity.

He knew that his bro would like them to perform well, specially his brother, as he knew his capabilities well. So, here he was, a handsome tuxedoed waiter, servicing another handsome suited man, right in front of many other handsome hunks, in the middle of a gala party.

Raj bent on his knees, and opened the zipper of the handsome tuxedoed "sir", in whose honor the party was thrown, not forgetting to always respectfully address him, and of course, thank him for giving him the opportunity to serve him. Raj found him wearing a black silk boxer short, making him look sexier with his tux. Then, he opened his trouser button with his teeth, making his chin dab against the male-package, slowly, but surely getting the both of them hard. Slowly, his trouser slipped down and then, was Raj's turn to get to the actual job.

The other waiter, who was a male prostitute and had his profession of servicing and pleasuring men, was providing great fun to the other handsome upper-class gentleman as well. He was quick and sensuous. He had sexily undressed him (the lower part), although not fully, and was trying to be as servile and sexy as he could. He knew that it was a big party of the elite, and he showed his skills to the fullest -- his skills as a waiter, and of course, as a great sucker.

Till then the kiddo was also trying to do a great job, although he still found is extremely odd and humiliating to do such a private job in front of so many people. He had reached the undi, and now was kissing the tool through it, slowly but gradually, making it rock-hard. He continuously held the thighs of the handsome guy, who was now without trousers, with his gloved hands, making the guy, feel hotter and hornier. It made him easier to ejaculate due to the fabric slowly massaging his thighs and butt.

The other guy was now getting on with it, as he had removed the undi and now was beginning to get on with the job. He had got the feeling of the gentleman, as he had got the physical contact with him and was aware of his emotions and feelings. He began lubricating the tool and getting it to grow. He could feel the excitement and arousal that man was being provided with and was in a state of ecstasy, with his eyes closed and he had begun moaning with pleasure. He was getting close to it, but was trying to delay it as he was continuously being served by the waiter's saliva on his beautiful tool, and was surely in seventh heaven.

The kiddo had now got his lips to the awesome tool of the sexy stud and was getting acquainted with his odor. It was unlike his bro's; it was mustier and smelt gross. But, he could not react or stop doing the job as he was bound to do it. It was like a dick, which was not washed or cleaned for a week or so. He still continued taking it in, it was huge and nearly chocked him. He started giving a slow, continuous, in-out feeling to it, taking it in and then getting it into a good speed, thereby helping it grow for the climax.

Till then, the professional waiter continued serving the handsome tux guy and got him to the final stage of ejaculating. He was in moans, that grew louder and he was in a feeling as if he didn't bother about the people present there. It was the final stage and he was going to orgasm. It was a really heavenly orgasm, just like a stream that seemed to just keep flowing. The prostitute boy was experienced, but this was too much for him, as he could not contain it in his mouth as the speed kept increasing. A trail began to flow from the edges of his mouth on to his black tuxedo uniform coat and trousers, thereby staining them. He was praised a applauded for the performance and allowed to go in for a rest and to change over.

Even the kiddo was going on well, and he too got his share of the heavenly juice form the other suited man. But he, due to the practice he had had for years, took it in his mouth and swallowed it all cleanly, not even letting a drop fall or spill on his uniform or the floor. The performance was worth applauding and so it did. The guys even whistled at the excellent and clean show the young waiter, (Kris's brother, Raj) had put on.

Next: Chapter 4


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