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Courtesan Cop Ch. 01

By: jeffrey214



Note: This story is Female-dominant / male-submissive, with some BDSM twist to it. If you don't like that sort of thing, please return to the menu and choose a story you will enjoy! Thanks!! All characters are over 18. This is part of a continuing story, and therefore the plotlines will not have fully resolved by the end of this installment. If you read this part before others have been completed, I thank you in advance for your patience...

For Linda.





To save time, here is some background: 

*ROLE-REVERSAL: This story takes place in a world exactly like our own with two major exceptions: the traditional roles of male and female, in terms of power and dominance, are reversed throughout society; and, the physical size of male and female are altered to suit the situation. It's a woman's world, and boys have a tough time being taken seriously as the equals of women.  In this fictional world, women are physically larger, averaging about 6'tall. Hips and breasts are large, and most women have 'a little extra padding'. Women wear slacks, blouses, and coats – certainly feminine, but not revealing except that a woman's exaggerated curves are impossible to hide.  Males average 5'7" tall, and are expected to maintain their muscular but trim figures. 

Boys know it is best to be submissive toward women, and women have engineered a society that strongly reinforces male submission and Female dominance.

*FASHION: Fashion for boys is designed to make boys look desirable to women, which includes thin and/or sheer fabrics; form-fitting stretch-pants featuring a pouch to fully display the genital bulges; low-rise pants and cropped shirts to display bare midriffs and navel piercings.  Body hair is the bane of male fashion, and boys must take steps to be hairless from the neck down. Male beauty is based on the model of the 18-year-old boy – fresh and clean and virile – so males of all ages are pressured to look 'young'.  Boys must spend enormous time and effort in gyms and beauty salons living up to the ideal of 'male beauty'.

*NUDITY: Art, advertising and all forms of media feature full frontal male nudity, including prime time TV shows. Male nudity is a very 'normal' part of everyday life. Male strip clubs are a popular place for women to have business meetings after hours. Many restaurants feature scantily clad waiters, and if a bar wants to be successful they must have 'bottomless' waiters. These societal 'norms' objectify the male body as a visual and sexual plaything and constantly reinforce the idea that men are merely sexual, not intellectual beings.

*SPANKING: Boys need a firm maternal disciplinary hand to guide them, and it is the 'norm' for mothers to spank their sons all their lives, even after such time as they leave home or are married off.  Women also spank their adult husbands, consorts, boyfriends, etc., as it is assumed that all males are sometimes naughty or disobedient and need a woman's guiding hand of discipline to keep them in their proper place. It is expected that males of all ages receive regular disciplinary spankings so that they can be calm and productive in their subservient role in society.

*MARRIAGE: Most women take a husband, sometimes more than one, but society freely accepts that they may also have one or more 'consorts' (regular boys on the side). Many affluent women will actually have their consort(s) live in their home alongside their husband(s). A first husband would usually be 5 years younger than his wife, and as time passes, she will usually take her consorts and/or second husband even younger. No matter what the age of the woman, the 'best' age for her to take a male is 18-23.

*PROSTITUTION: Male prostitution is everywhere under the surface of society. It is regarded as a bit 'naughty', but it is an accepted necessity in society and lightly regulated and controlled.  But there is a higher level of call-boy that is specially licensed by the government and is given some real respect, and there are actually trade schools for it. These very specially selected boys are trained from youth to be a 'Courtesan' – in the classical sense of being a sexual companion who is very well educated and intelligent, trained in the arts, fashion, music, courtesy and protocol, cooking, self defense, and every sort of high-brow knowledge.  This makes a courtesan an extremely interesting companion for a lady of means, both in and out of bed...

I think that's enough to get up to speed on this fictional society... and now to the story:

DAY ONE:

His cell phone was ringing with the theme song from 'Rocky'.  Jeffrey sat up, rubbed sleep from his eyes, and reached for the blackberry. "Hello?" he said.

"Detective Jeffrey Mason, please," said the soft male voice.

"Speaking," said Jeffrey, smiling at the title he had just been awarded. He was the youngest boy to be promoted to detective in the department's history, and the envy of every male beat cop and receptionist alike. At 22, Jeffrey was about to have his first day as a homicide detective – something he had dreamed about almost all his life. 

His mother, a sweet but quite domineering woman, had always planned for him to become a courtesan, and she had managed to get him into the most prestigious courtesan school in the city since he was 12. The 14 hours a day of education and training had molded his young mind to a sharp blade, and his body had developed to a thing of beauty, which was now a two-edged sword to say the least. Upon graduation with a full license on his 18th birthday, he did not join one of the many Houses that had offered him lucrative appointments, but instead he entered the police academy. He aced all the academic tests, set records on every physical trial, shot as a marksman, and graduated at 19. He was the first licensed courtesan to enter the City Police Department.

In his first year with the department, his uniform was shiny and new as he made several felony arrests as a partner in a patrol cruiser. Last year he had made more arrests, particularly because he was able to run down any perpetrator on foot due to his superior physical conditioning. 

And then there was the thing with the Lawyer. That woman was a complete bitch, but maybe that's why she was an Assistant DA. She was walking into Police Plaza one morning when Jeffrey, still in street clothes but packing his firearm as per regulations, was doing the same to prepare for his shift.

An Ex-con with a knife, a big fat dyke name Abigail who had been convicted of drug trafficking and attempted murder by that very same ADA, jumped out from behind a bush and put the knife to ADA Murphy's throat, and started dragging her down the stairs to a waiting car. Abigail made the mistake of ignoring little Jeffrey, all 5'5" and 139 pounds of him, as she attempted to kidnap Murphy. 

Jeffrey had seen what was happening and causally altered his climb up the stairs to be between the dyke and the waiting car. He stopped, held up his badge with his left hand and yelled "Freeze, police officer" in his little voice.  

Abigail stopped and looked surprised at the little boy with a badge. Jeffrey looked maybe 16, but was already a 20 year old police officer. She said, "Fuck you," and tightened the knife against ADA Murphy's throat, causing a little red line of blood to trickle on the edge of the blade.

In one trained motion, Jeffrey pulled his Glock from his shoulder holster and fired, putting a .40 caliber bullet through the bridge of Abigail's nose, less than 3" from ADA Murphy's head. Through the mist of blood and brain spatter that covered Murphy, Abigail fell to the stairs; instant rag doll, and took the ADA down with her.

Before the assailant had begun to fall, Jeffrey had turned and was already moving down the stairs. He jumped over the roof of the waiting car to the driver's side, and as the getaway woman was putting the car into gear, he reached in the open window, grabbed her by the head and yanked her torso out of the car to hang in space out the open window. The car stalled out as he put his gun behind her ear and said, "You're under arrest."

Needless to say, once ADA Murphy had gotten over the fact that she was covered in gore, so happy was she that none of it was her own, she became amazingly grateful to be alive.  She sat on the stairs with her head in her hands as people rushed to her side to help her, shaking with the trauma of the experience. She looked up to see little Jeffrey, coming up the stairs toward her, leading the now-handcuffed getaway driver by the ear.  Murphy smiled with amazement, and the political machine that was her powerful brain was already tuning in high gear.

Murphy stood up, shook herself loose of her caretakers and the shock she had felt, and told gathered officers to take charge of the suspect.  But she made it crystal clear that the little male cop would have all the credit for the arrest.  

The police captain was suddenly there, and she looked at the dead body and then at Jeffrey and frowned. Her eyes focused on the Glock still in Jeffrey's hand at his side and held out her hand as she said to Jeffrey, "Badge and gun, officer, until this shooting is fully investigated."

Like hell," said Murphy, "this...officer...just saved my life." She pulled down her collar to display the knife wound, shallow as it was it bled really well making for excellent photo opportunities. She pointed at the corpse, "This bitch was in the process of kidnapping me when your officer showed his badge and commanded her to freeze. Instead, she started slitting my throat and then your officer drew his service weapon and fired one round to save me from being murdered on your front porch. He then apprehended the suspected get-away driver with no shots fired."

The captain stood with her mouth open, not knowing what to say.

Murphy put her arm around Jeffrey's shoulders and addressed the gathering crowd in a loud voice as cell-phone cameras clicked away.  "This officer acted exactly according to regulations and guidelines, in front of a hundred witnesses, and saved an Assistant District Attorney from kidnap and certain death at the hands of a convicted felon whom I have previously put in prison myself." She was obviously rehearsing a press conference, but it was working as far as Jeffrey was concerned.

"Uh, yeah, ok," said the Captain. Then she looked at Jeffrey, "You will report to my office immediately, once this...scene is mopped up and everybody's statements are taken."

"Yes, Ma'am," said Jeffrey's little voice.  He couldn't help but smile. He was reassessing his assumptions about ADA Murphy...perhaps she wasn't quite the bitch everyone said.

Within a week, there was a commendation and medal, press conferences, TV interviews, and Jeffrey's promotion to Detective followed a few months later. Being ADA Murphy's pet wasn't a bad thing either – she was the heir apparent to the retiring DA, and the election was in about 6 months.  

The attempted kidnapping had vaulted Murphy to the top of the political food chain in the city. She was golden, and she knew how to play it. And best of all, the one sincere thing in Murphy's twisted heart was actual gratitude and appreciation toward Jeffrey. He was her favorite 'boy-cop', as she was in the habit of calling him, and that meant Jeffrey was disliked and feared and secretly admired by the female cops, and he was worshiped by the few male officers that existed.

And now Jeffrey was a detective. In Homicide – the most coveted department. It was all Murphy's doing and only served to increase the loathing that many other detectives, all female of course, felt toward him. But the uniformed officers sort of adopted him as a pet, and were very supportive.

The voice in Jeffrey's phone that first morning said, "Detective Mason, the Lieutenant asked that you go directly and immediately to a crime scene. There is a new case that she wants you on pronto. She said something about it being in the realm of your expertise." The voice gave him an address. "How fast can you get there?"

Jeffrey looked at his watch. "I'll be there within 45 minutes."

"I'll let her know."

Jeffrey jumped up and into the shower. He was glad that he had invested in all the waxing, since he would have had no time to shave his body.  He shaved his face and went to the closet, picking his finest suit. He hoped it wouldn't be too cold outside as he chose the most expensive leggings he owned, fine black fabric, stretchy and sheer with just a little shine to it. He slid into the skin-tight garment with the fashionably low-rise waist and adjusted the stretchy pouch several times until he was satisfied.

He put on the white shirt just back from the cleaners. It fit tight and was sheer enough to let his nipples show, and it was cut to stop just above his pierced navel with the sparkling blue gemstone, leaving a nice expanse of hairless flat tummy with the hint of a six-pack exposed above the low waist of the leggings. He slipped his feet into black suede loafers, and put on his shoulder harness and weapon. He added the black leather jacket on top of it all and looked in the mirror. He could see just a little of the white skin of his tummy peeking under the jacket, just above the fullness of his thin and form-fitting pouch.

"Very fashionable for a detective," he said to the image in the mirror as he slipped his badge into his coat pocket. He knew that dressing as he did was both good and bad. It reminded everyone clearly that he was still an attractive boy, even though he was a police officer. But at the same time, in fashionable clothes and with a charming smile, he was able to get information from women that no female officer would ever get.  As a trained courtesan, he knew quite a bit about female psychology and how to play upon their maternal instincts to nurture and protect, as well their sexual appetites. He could use this knowledge and his Courtesan skills to great advantage as a Detective.

He rushed down to the street and hailed a cab. One thing about being a boy was the difficulty in getting a driver's license. Now that he was a detective, he'd be able to get one much more easily. But since his salary was only half what a woman would get for the same job, he wasn't sure he could afford a car of his own. And anyway, it was always easy for him to get a ride from a woman; he only had to turn on just a little charm, and he could get reimbursed for cab fare while on duty.

As he hailed the cab he endured a few whistles and cat calls in appreciation of his fashionably revealing attire. It didn't bother him in the least. He was used to it, and in his heart, he knew there were only a few years before the whistling and propositions would start to fade, and eventually cease. He wondered if he'd at least be somebody's husband by then.  Marriage was never really something he thought much about, but at 21 he knew his days as a 'hot property' were numbered. It was only a matter of time before the first grey hair would appear on his head, and then the race would be over.

The cab driver was a nice enough looking woman in her fifties; a solid working class type. She said, "Hey pretty boy, where can I take you besides to bed?"

Jeffrey smiled and gave her the address.

"Posh," she said with a whistle, and hurtled the car into traffic with suitable aggression. He noticed that she studied him in the mirror for a minute, and then she said, "I'd peg you for a courtesan based on your looks, dress, and destination, but I'm not right, am I?"

Jeffrey smiled. "Astute, Ma'am," he said. "You're half right. I graduated from Remy Docault, but I'm a police officer now."

The woman looked in the mirror and whistled. "Wow, you're the one in the news last year. Honor to meet you. What's it like to be the toast of the town, pretty one?" Such names as 'pretty boy' or 'pretty one' were meant to be both complimentary and affectionate, so Jeffrey took no offence at all when a woman addressed him so.

"Honestly, I wish the attention were less. I really just want to be a cop."

"I understand," she said, thinking quietly a moment. "You know, I've got a son, not near as pretty as you, but a very good boy. Smart too. He wants to go to university, and have a career. I've always been against it, you know, a boy's place is in the home and all that. But as I have been following your story, I can see that a boy can go out in the world and make a real difference. I'm starting to rethink things about my son. I love him and want him safe in the kitchen and the nursery, but I want to be proud of him for achieving something too, like you have done."

"That's very nice of you, and I wish your boy well," said Jeffrey.  "If he's smart and determined, a boy can do anything. Don't count him short, after all, he's your son – his success would be yours too."

"Yeah, I was thinking that same thing," she said with a smile. "I am proud of my son..." 

They drove in silence through the city in the early morning. Traffic was fairly light. Jeffrey looked around at the older buildings and enjoyed the architectural diversity. Everywhere he looked, there were billboards advertising various products and services, each one more risqué than the next. There was a law that no advertisement on a public street could contain an image of an erect penis, because that would be inappropriate for young girls to see. 

But almost every ad had a naked man in one form or another, usually with an abnormally large penis, and most often semi-erect. Apparently the law had been vague in its definition of 'erection', and the advertising agencies had argued that if the penis wasn't at least horizontal on a standing man, it wasn't truly erect. It was true that no woman could resist looking at an erect penis, and the advertising agencies knew it and used the knowledge wisely to attract interest in their products.

The car passed a few squares and open areas where there were sculptures. There were no 'erection strictures' on art, because after all, it was art. And so every sculpture included at least one beautiful male with an erect penis. Jeffrey smiled to himself, such a one-track mind women have...

"Well, here we are," said the cabbie.

The cab stopped in front of the Bradbury Building, downtown; a very exclusive building only for rich people. Jeffrey stepped out of the cab and stood at the driver's open window as he took out his wallet and paid her. He took a little extra time, knowing the woman was eyeing his genital pouch and letting her have a good look. He heard her mutter "Mmm" under her breath and he smiled. Then he turned and walked away, literally feeling her eyes caress his bottom in the skin tight leggings. She called after him, "Good luck pretty one!" and drove off.

He showed his badge to the young bell woman, and she took him up to the 35th floor in the elevator as she furtively eyed him up and down and smiling. Jeffrey hardly noticed being stared at by woman. It was often hard to have a conversation when they were staring at his pouch and not his face, but that was normal and he had to admit he dressed to encourage it. Like any boy, he was a sucker for all the female attention he could get, any way he could get it.

The elevator door hissed open and Jeffrey stepped out into the hallway, full of policewomen in uniform. A particularly large blond woman in her thirties that Jeffrey knew well walked over to him. The woman's name was Marge and she was married to Tommy, and had two daughters of whom she was very proud. 

She smiled "Hi, Jeffrey, glad you're here." She gave him an affectionate pat on the shoulder and squeezed his arm to feel his muscles. "Still working out like a good boy, eh?" she said as her eyes slid down his body to check out his pouch. "Looking good as always, pretty one," she said.

Jeffrey smiled, "Hi, Marge, I'm working out when I have the time...what's up here?" He ignored her lingering eyes as they tarried south of the equator, and waited for her response.


Courtesan Cop Ch. 01



She pulled him close and whispered, "It's a murder of a courtesan. A very special one from what I've heard though I haven't been inside to view the crime scene." She looked at an open doorway half way down the hall. Lieutenant Sheldon was looking in their direction, beckoning. "You'd better go," said Marge, and giving him an affectionate pat on the bottom, she shooed him down the hall.

Jeffrey proudly walked the gauntlet of gawking uniformed females, who made no effort to hide their stares at his body. All of them actually looked at his face, but they preferred to keep their eyes on his muscular legs displayed in the thin leggings, and his even thinner pouch which jiggled and swayed with each step he took. The smiles and winks he received from the women in uniform showed their affection for him and support for his new position. After all, he had become sort of the mascot of the street cops' brigade.

He pulled out his badge and hooked it over the breast pocket of his jacket, then purposefully released the single button on his jacket, allowing it to open and reveal the smooth white skin of his exposed belly below the shiny blue gem that brought attention to his boyish navel. The women's eyes now simply made a circuit – navel piercing, smooth belly, swaying pouch, muscular thighs – and back again. He even heard an officer whisper to another "he needs a spanking..."  Typical, he thought.

Jeffrey reached to door and met the grinning Lt. Sheldon. "Do you always have to do that to them, pretty boy?  They'll now be useless for the next hour just comparing notes and giggling," she said with mock sternness.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Ma'am," he said with an innocent look on his face.

She shook her head, "Perhaps you don't...but I have my doubts." 

She took him gently by the arm and walked him into the very luxurious apartment crime scene. The furniture, carpet, drapes, art, and decorations were all right out of Architectural Digest, and all the latest styles; big, big, money to do a room this fashionably.  Being a courtesan certainly paid well, but Jeffrey was all too aware of that. His mother never let him forget it.

Lt. Sheldon put her arm uncharacteristically around Jeffrey's shoulder. "Detective Mason," she said softly, "This is a rough murder scene. I've asked you here because you were trained as a courtesan and therefore might have insights about the victim and the crime that we wouldn't otherwise catch. I know you are a professional police officer. But I also know you are male and a courtesan and this case may cause you to feel emotional. It sort of strikes too close to home, so to speak." She paused to see if Jeffrey understood. 

He nodded, and she continued. "If you can handle this, I want you on the investigation team. But if, for any reason, you don't feel comfortable working this case, I will completely understand and nobody will think the less of you."

Yeah, right, Jeffrey thought, everyone would say I'm just a boy and couldn't handle it. They'd say that the slut couldn't handle the murder of a slut. No thanks, I'll be fine.

"Yes, Ma'am, I understand completely. Thank you," he said.

Lt. Sheldon gave Jeffrey the complete rundown as they entered the hall and stopped at the door to the master suite. There was a beautiful blonde boy, possibly a year or two older than Jeffrey, spread-eagled and tied on his back to the king sized poster-bed. He showed the red marks and welts of being beaten with whips, crops, and canes. His genitals were quite big, and they were also clearly marked with red lines from whipping. There was some blood.

The Lieutenant summarized what they knew so far for Jeffrey, to get him up to speed. 

The courtesan's name is Paul Valentine. Last name possibly changed, we're looking into it. He has leased this apartment for 4 years and he does in-call sessions only, all right here. He'll let a client take him to dinner, but the fun happens in this room. It says so on his website. He was a submissive courtesan that catered to a special class of clients – women who particularly enjoy dominating a boy physically. He allowed himself to be spanked and whipped, tied up, that sort of thing. He was very expensive.

About 2AM this morning, a neighbor got in late from a party and saw that his door was open. She's a friend and says that he was the model neighbor and tenant in every way, and only had about one client a week. His logbook confirms this. She said she called to him through the open door and, hearing no response, came inside to see if he was ok or if his apartment had been robbed. She saw him as he is and dialed 911.

He had no client logged last night. Forensics is dusting the place for prints and fibers, but there have been many women here so who knows if they'll find anything. They'll match what they find to his client list and we'll see who doesn't match. 

The body has been struck with at least 5 different implements, all of which were hung again neatly in the closet where they are kept. You can see his front side. His back side appears to be much worse. Cause of death is still not known, but time of death has been established at about 1230AM this morning.

We've left the scene basically untouched so that you could see it, Jeffrey. Do some magic for us because we're getting big heat on this case...big heat from high places, if you know what I mean...

Jeffrey absorbed the information as he stood in the bedroom doorway, looking at the body. He didn't know Paul; probably from another school, he thought. He nodded to the lieutenant, "Got it," he said.

Lt. Sheldon cleared the forensics team out of the room and said, "Take a look around, detective, and tell me what you see."

Jeffrey put on latex gloves as he entered the room and turned in a full circle as he looked around. He pointed to a bookshelf, "There's a camera inside Moby Dick," he said. The lieutenant looked surprised but pleased, "Progress already," she muttered, and stuck her head out of the door to direct some techs to examine the book, and search all the furniture for that matter, when Jeffrey was through with the room.

Jeffrey looked in the closet and examined the spanking implements and other toys with which he was all too familiar. There were paddles, straps, crops, whips, and floggers, as well as clamps, cuffs, chains, a pinwheel, urethral sounds, and all the accoutrements of BDSM. "None of this is unusual; you'd find it all in the stock of any courtesan with his specialty."

Lt. Sheldon said, "Are there many of them? His specialty, I mean."

"Not really, there are probably 20 or so in a city this size. The boys who do this are always fair skinned and mark easily.  Pale skin makes it easy for the client to see the results of her labors."

"Oh, my," the lieutenant couldn't help being surprised and embarrassed, "I had no idea...about there being so many boys, I mean."

"Certainly," said Jeffrey, "Supply molds itself to fit the market, as in all enterprise."

Lt. Sheldon was silently feeling embarrassed about the situation, and allowed Jeffrey to continue. But she was again pleased with her decision to call him in. This boy would have lots of valuable information to offer the investigation.

Jeffrey looked under the bed. "Pressure sensitive digital recorder; a working boy must not only protect himself, but can also pick up the odd stock tip. Women get talkative at certain times under certain conditions."  He looked up to see the lieutenant blush, and with a satisfied grin, he moved to examine the body.

He started at the Paul's toes. In Jeffrey's mind, this was a courtesan named Paul. This was a real human being who had had a real life and hopes and dreams and family and regular clients – not just a victim - and not just a slut whose murder would just be filed away in a vault. Jeffrey was already getting pissed off and he had to calm himself to be clear headed and miss nothing as he began to examine the body.

"Recent pedicure...his legs, and probably whole body, were waxed...I see the marks of a leather flogger, a crop, a cane.... And something else...a wooden spoon, perhaps?" Lt. Sheldon had her notepad out and was writing notes as he spoke.  "Thighs caned hard, deep bruising...continuing to hips and belly...genitals swollen prior to death...one testicle possibly ruptured... scrotum shows excessive stretching... recent... vascular connections to testicles severed... there it is, post-mortem incision to detach his testes... penis badly bruised... evidence of recent sounding due to open and stretched urethra... and... oh... "

Jeffrey walked back to the closet and removed a small leather case from a shelf. Opening it, he examined the contents of stainless steel rods of various girths about 8" long. One was missing. He lifted the case to show the lieutenant, "The missing sound is still in him; forced all the way in."

He went back to the body and reported the same findings of welts and bruising on Paul's torso. He looked at the boy's face, opened the eyelids to find adorable blue bloodshot eyes. He closed them. He opened the boy's pouting lips. "Be sure to have them swab his mouth for DNA, Ma'am, the overzealous client may have availed herself of some pleasurable services before beating this boy to death, and there could be trace DNA."  Lt. Sheldon blushed as she made the notes.

Jeffrey looked at the boy's wrists and ankles and then said, "Amateur knots, Ma'am; whoever tied him up knows nothing about BDSM and bondage.  Usually, a woman will take great care and use special knots to secure her boy properly. Women who like to tie boys up enjoy taking their time with the ropes in a loving way so as not to hurt him with the bonds. These knots were done by an idiot. This makes sense with dropping the sound – unless it was done purposely, in which case he'd have known then that his assailant planned to kill him."  

Jeffrey looked up and said, "We should look at his back side now." Sheldon nodded and called into the other room. Techs came in and untied Paul and rolled him over as Jeffrey watched sadly.

The boy's back was much worse than the front side. "Amazing," said Jeffrey, "that he could take that beating and then still cooperate and be turned over and re-tied.  Either there were multiple assailants enough to physically control him as he struggled, or more likely they had him at gunpoint, or he was drugged."  Jeffrey looked down and then whispered, "Or he was in love..." he said.

Sheldon looked up from her note-taking, "What do you mean?" she asked.

"Graduate courtesans, among other things, are proficient in Krav Maga. They can handle themselves even in with a crowd. Paul could, until he was tied, take out any number of unarmed women and the armed ones if they were close enough. That's why physical control by multiple assailants is the least likely explanation."

"I understand, thank you. I meant about the 'in love' part, Jeffrey," she said with a soft voice, calling him by his first name instead of saying 'detective'. She was trying to be kind and Jeffrey understood it – maternal instincts kicking in and all that – she was concerned that this case was indeed striking too close to home for Jeffrey.

"Well, I just meant that his back side has taken quite a licking. Look at the deep purple bruising and welts on his bottom; very severe. But a boy in his line of work can take quite a lot, and if he were in love with her, he'd have the motivation to turn over and let her play with his front side too. He would trust her and just think she had been overzealous with his bottom. Otherwise there was a gun or drugs. More likely drugs since Krav Maga is pretty good at taking weapons away from assailants."

Lt. Sheldon smiled at the boy, "So you're a Krav Maga practitioner?" Her appreciation for this mysterious young man continued to grow with every new revelation.

Jeffrey paused and looked at her calmly. He said, "You're 10 feet from me, Ma'am, but if you started to draw your gun, I would take it away from you before you could fire it."

She considered his expression and the flat tone of his voice and marveled. "I think you're telling the truth," she said.

"Yes, Ma'am."

He began to examine the boy's back side from ankles to scalp. He found nothing but the evidence of a very severe discipline session that initially focused on the usual disciplinary areas – bottom and upper thighs – but had then moved on to include every square inch of the boy's skin. Other than that, Jeffrey found nothing more of interest to report.

Lt. Sheldon led him back to the living room and sat down with him on the couch, letting the techs have the room now to take it apart and bag everything for the lab, including the camera and recording device.

She looked him in the eyes and asked, "How are you doing, Jeffrey, are you ok with this?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I'm fine," he said, "I am very interested in catching the killer or killers. I won't fold on you, nor will I let the fact that I am really pissed off cloud my judgment or efficiency in any way."

"You aren't going to be personally affected by this case?"

"No, Ma'am."

"Then I have every confidence in you, Detective, and I am quite relieved. You did very well in the crime scene and we're going to catch the UnSub with your valuable help, I'm sure."

"Thank you, Ma'am," he said.

Lt. Sheldon adjusted herself more upright and got down to business. "Alright, I'd like you to tell me everything you can about how this boy lived and what he did. Be specific and don't feel embarrassed about anything."  She got her notepad ready.

Jeffrey told her a lot of information about courtesans, 'the life' as they called it, and how this particular courtesan would have operated. After all Jeffrey had seen in the apartment, he could pretty well piece together the basics of Paul's probable life, and laid it out for his Boss...

Paul would have a website probably hosted internationally. His cell phone would have the numbers of many clients, but not all. He would certainly have all of his regulars so he could know when they were calling. Besides the website for attracting new clients, he would get a lot of business by word of mouth referral, so again, perhaps no records. His charges for a session would be very high. Based on his lifestyle in this building, he'd get as much as $10,000 for a severe session, but a session like that could last a weekend if the client wished.

He'd charge different rates for levels of intensity, usually referred to as 'light', 'heavy', and 'severe'. The big difference in money is the healing time for Paul. After a severe session, he might not be able to work again for many days until his marks healed and disappeared. Clients want a fresh boy to mark, and not to lay their marks atop another woman's work.

Some clients would want sexual contact on various levels, others would not. Probably most clients would enjoy touching his genitals, perhaps making him ejaculate, perhaps more than once. Many clients would want to be orally pleasured, and a few would have intercourse with him. All service 'add-ons' came with a dollar cost. It just depends on the woman's desires, as Paul would do whatever they wanted, as a true submissive male. But those services are available elsewhere at a fraction of the cost. So we're probably looking for someone with money and the taste for discipline first and foremost.

Also, there's an outside chance that Paul had a Matron – a regular client that was more than a client. She would not just pay for sessions; she'd pay part or all of his bills and consider him her personal consort. Although she'd have to let others play with him too, she would be his first priority and she would expect him to come to heel when she beckoned.

Paul's real business, in BDSM terms, was as a 'bottom'. In BDSM a 'bottom' is the boy who takes punishment and other pain play from his 'top' or in this case, the client. Paul was paid to take pain for his clients in any manner in which they chose to inflict it. The pain was not the point, but only the vehicle through which he could show his absolute submission to the client's absolute power over him. That power play was the true 'rush' of the scene.

But the 'Top' has responsibility for the welfare and safety of the 'bottom'. It is her job to show herself worthy of his trust and submission. A true 'Top' cares for and, at least on some level, loves for her 'bottom' and is worthy of his trust – she protects and nurtures him at the same time she dominates him.

Since most women had plenty of boys in their charge – husband, son, consort, nephew, whatever – they would regularly put those boys over their laps and spank and paddle to their heart's content. Very rarely does a woman whip or cane a boy of her own household as it's really unnecessary to inflict that much damage. A paddle can easily bring a boy to tears without leaving big welts that last for days. But a woman with means and a hidden desire to inflict more pain on a boy, will seek out Paul's sort of Courtesan so that she can fulfill her longings to go past the boundaries of 'normal' domestic discipline. 

And we're not just talking about caning and whipping. 

There is also 'genital play' – which involves the pinwheels, urethral sounds, hot wax, clips and clamps, testicle stretching, squeezing, and slapping, penis whipping, and the like – all these cause severe sensations in the male genitals. If a woman is inexperienced in genital play, she can do permanent damage to the boy's delicate parts – but because of that, most women are quite gentle and considerate of the boy's vulnerability and she will respect the limits of her own skill and experience. It is never the goal of a real client to actually damage a Courtesan.

But this was not the case with the killer. She did a lot of damage to Paul's genitals while he was still alive.

Inflicting severe pain on a boy in large amounts is usually a sexual turn on for the client who wants this service. She is excited to watch his body shiver and wiggle in torment, to hear him cry out in pain and beg for mercy, and to see his pale skin marked with redness, welts, or bruising. At the same time, she will also enjoy comforting and soothing the boy after the session, and sharing the intimacy of his trust and vulnerability. After the 'discipline' part of the session, and sometimes during, this sort of woman will also enjoy sexual stimulation of some kind with the object of her 'discipline'. 

Role-playing is also an important part of playtime with a Courtesan like Paul. Doctor/patient, teacher/student, Aunt/nephew, even Mother/son, Policewoman/prisoner, and many others, are all 'normal' role-playing scenarios that Paul would have participated in with his clients many times.

The psychological makeup of this sort of client can vary greatly. Sometimes Paul is a surrogate, a stand-in if you will, for another boy that the woman wishes to punish. Sometimes she is reliving a past experience she'd greatly enjoyed earlier in her life. Sometimes the woman just loves to hear a helpless and vulnerable boy cry out and beg for mercy. 

"Who knows what motivated the killer, but I can tell you this," said Jeffrey, "she does not like men.  The reason I know this is because of the permanent damage done to his penis and testicles. Everything else could have been explained by a discipline session gone out of control. But for a woman to do permanent damage to a boys genitals is way out of the bell curve; very abnormal behavior, criminal behavior."

Seeing Sheldon nod in agreement, he continued, "Most women like male genitalia and are sensitive to how vulnerable a boy is there.  A lot of women can get a thrill out of causing a boy some pain in his genitals, but to actually harm them permanently is very unusual. That sort of behavior comes from hatred, not kink."




Courtesan Cop Ch. 01



He sat silently with his lieutenant on the sofa for a moment, both of them lost in thought. Lt. Sheldon was feeling very sorry for the boy Paul to have died that way, now that she really understood his life and work. She also had compassion on little Jeffrey as he sat next to her in his fashionable outfit. She still had lingering doubts that the boy might be must be shaken by such a brutal murder even though he was putting up a very professional front.

Jeffrey was thinking that this could have been the end of his life, were he to have pursued a career as a courtesan, rather than a policeman.  His mother had complained that police work could be dangerous. Isn't it strange, he thought, that the safe road isn't always that.

Lt. Sheldon rose from the sofa and held out her hand to help Jeffrey up, which was the gentlewomanly thing to do. He took her hand and rose, looking into her concerned eyes. She said, "Jeffrey, I want you to take the rest of the day off. It's only 9AM, so I want you to go to the Pretoria Spa on the city's account. Just give Caroline my name. Pamper yourself and have a nice day. Then, report to the Captain's office tomorrow morning at 8AM. There is a meeting scheduled and it's important that you be there. Can you do that for me dear?"

"Yes, Ma'am!" said Jeffrey, visibly brightening at the idea of a "spa day". He smiled, "thank you, Lieutenant, that's very kind of you."

She smiled down at him, filled with motherly affection and protectiveness, "You've earned it pretty one, now shoo and have a good time." She smiled and gave him a firm slap on his bottom and he scurried smiling from the crime scene.

He walked down the hallway again through the gauntlet of uniformed policewomen, happily strutting his way between them as they ogled him lewdly. He didn't mind; he was going to the spa! 

He took the elevator down and sprinted to a waiting taxi. Hopping in he said, "Pretoria Day Spa, please," to the smiling driver.

The driver chuckled to herself, pleased to have such an attractive young patron. She enjoyed watching him hurry toward her car with his fashionably sheer pouch jiggling so nicely. She wished it had been a longer walk for him. "So, off to the spa, are we? Isn't it sad I can't be off work? Otherwise I'd follow you in, dear."

Jeffrey smiled into the green eyes in the mirror. The woman was in her mid thirties, quite attractive in a big-boned sort of way. He wouldn't have minded her tagging along, but then again, he wasn't as shy as all that. Courtesan school seemed to un-install modesty at the same rate it installed education, but of course he had noticed her stare and of course he had appreciated it. "Well, that's too bad, Ma'am, I was hoping you'd be able to at least sit by the pool for a while..." 

She chuckled again and said, "Yeah, right. So why are you in such the rush? You ran into my cab faster than boy's usually do. Did you rob a bank?"

"No," he said, "My boss gave me the day off and said I should go to the spa." He grinned from ear to ear.

"Well, it's always wise to obey your boss, isn't it pretty one?"

Using his sweetest, sexiest, little boy voice, Jeffrey said, "Yes, Ma'am, it's always wise to be a good obedient boy." He smiled coyly into the mirror, using his boyish charms to titillate the pleasant woman.

"Oh, I can see you're a naughty one," she said returning his grin, "I've a mind to pull over and take you across my lap."

Jeffrey put his hand to his lips in surprise, "Oh, my," he said with mock trepidation, "You wouldn't really, would you? I promise I'll be good..."

The driver just laughed loud and hard. Wiping a tear from her eye, she said, "You are a treasure! I can tell from your outfit that you're out of my league, but damned if you're not a saucy boy, and I do like saucy boys if you know what I mean."

"I'm sure I do," he said with a deeper and more seductive voice and darker eyes.

"Stop that!" she chuckled, "You're going to get us into an accident!"

When their mutual laughter had subsided, the driver got back down to business and pulled the cab to the curb. "We've arrived and it's a good thing I'm getting rid of you," she said. "I can see that any further relationship with you would bankrupt me."

Jeffrey smiled and got out, rounding to the driver's side to count the money out of his wallet. He always thought it was a boy's duty to be generous when providing some midmorning viewing pleasure to a nice lady. He paid her, smirking at the fact that she had stared at his pouch without blinking as he'd counted out the money. She said, "Thanks!" when she saw the generous tip, and sped off into the morning light.

Jeffrey turned and walked up the stairs and in the door, under the sign that said "Pretoria Day Spa" with a full statue of the David as their logo. He was so much looking forward to his afternoon off of work. What better way to spend most of the day than to be pampered like a prince?



Courtesan Cop Ch. 02



Note: This story is Female-dominant / male-submissive, with some BDSM twist to it. If you don't like that sort of thing, please return to the menu and choose a story you will enjoy! Thanks!! All characters are over 18. This is part of a continuing story, and therefore the plotlines will not have fully resolved by the end of this installment. If you read this part before others have been completed, I thank you in advance for your patience...

I would highly advise you, dear reader, to peruse part one before reading part two -- thanks!

For Linda.

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Jeffrey's afternoon at the Spa -- and the advent of Bethany

He walked into the door and saw Caroline, the Spa owner and manager, whose face brightened with glee when she saw him. "Jeffrey!" she said, coming round the counter and giving him a big hug, molding his face into her rather large cleavage. "It's so good to see you!"

She took him by the hand and stood next to him at the counter. "What'll it be today, pretty one? Massage? Wax? Facial?"

"Well, my boss told me I had to spend the day here, on the city's tab, so I was thinking..."

She cut him off. "The City will pay? Really? That's wonderful. I know just what to do with you; I'll sign you in for the Pamper-Fantastic, and I'll make sure Rachel is free for your massage; how's that?"

"That would be great," he said, "My boss is Lt. Sheldon, she said to give her the bill."

"Oh, that's just fine," she said, "I'll mark that down and send her the city's bill to approve." She jotted some notes and checked some boxes on the form and then handed it to a sharp-looking and smiling attendant who looked to be in her mid-twenties. "Jeffrey, this is Bethany. She will take charge of you and see that your spa day is as wonderful for you as possible. As you know, the Pamper-Fantastic treatment includes pool, steam & sauna, massage, manicure, pedicure, facial, wax or laser touch up, and of course a final lotion-rub. Bethany will attend you throughout your visit and keep you on track for all your appointments."

Jeffrey took Bethany's outstretched hand, "Hi, Bethany," he said warmly, noticing the girl's visible excitement.

She said, "Hi, Jeffrey," and held his hand a little longer than necessary, but not inappropriately. "Let me just take the clipboard, and we'll find you a locker and get you started with your Pampering, shall we?"

"Oh, yes please," said Jeffrey, "Lead on and I shall follow."

They said their goodbyes to Caroline at the counter, and Bethany took Jeffrey's arm in hers, which was the ladylike thing to do. "You've been here before, dear?" she asked.

"Yes, Ma'am," he said.

"Oh, you don't have to 'ma'am' me," she said, "I'm only 27, and I haven't taken a husband yet. You can just call me Beth."

"Ok, Beth," he said, "Thanks."

Beth happily led him down the hallway, enjoying the envious grins of her coworkers who saw what kind of attractive client she had drawn. They knew from the clipboard she was carrying that she had a wonderful 5 hours before her, all spent with a delicious young boy, very handsome and so well dressed. They each eyed his pouch and wondered exactly what he looked like naked. They all determined to make sure they found themselves in the boy's presence several times during his stay so that they could find out.

Beth led Jeffrey into the locker room and over to the boy's section which was right in the middle of the room. The boy's area had an island of lockers, only single high, whereas the women's lockers were along the walls stacked two-high. The Ladies had an optional enclosed changing area, but the boy's were expected to disrobe in the middle of the room, in full view of any female guest.

There were two women of perhaps fifty, sitting in tennis outfits on benches by their locker. They ceased their conversation so that they could focus on the newcomer, and grinned at each other.

Beth took a key and opened his assigned locker as she said, "Jeffrey, why don't you start undressing and put all your things in here while I go get you a towel."

"Ok, Beth," Jeffrey said, taking off his coat and stepping out of his loafers. The two older ladies gasped at his shoulder holster and big looking gun. Jeffrey removed the shoulder rig, took out the gun and dropped the magazine, then checked the chamber of the weapon, kicking out a bullet and expertly catching it in his hand. He reloaded the magazine and put the gun and holster into the locker.

Next, he removed his shirt, baring his white skin and little pink nipples along with a nice musculature including visible abdominal muscles. The ladies smiled their approval and tried not to lean forward on the bench in anticipation of what would happen next. Jeffrey knew they were watching and couldn't help but take extra time to slip the waistband of his leggings ever so slowly and carefully down to the pouch, revealing the taut expanse of hairless belly just to the top of his shaft.

Then bending over, he slid the leggings to his ankles, revealing his white bottom to his onlookers, and just a hint of dangling pink scrotum between his slightly spread thighs. Standing up, he carefully folded the leggings as the ladies admired his pert young bottom -- no doubt imagining how it would feel as their hands swatted him lovingly over their experienced laps.

Just as he locked his locker and put the elastic key band around his wrist, he turned to see Beth coming toward him holding her clip board and his small towel. The women who owned and ran the spa took satisfaction in segregating towels for ladies and boys. The ladies' towels were large sheets of supple cotton that could wrap all around their bodies from chest to knee. Boys' towels were much smaller squares that wouldn't reach around a boy's waist and so could only be carried in such a way as to cover their genitals, thus leaving male bottoms exposed at all times, and more if the boy had to use the towel.

By turning toward Beth, and standing casually with his hands at his sides, he exposed himself fully to both her and the two ladies, who were now grinning from ear to ear and whispering to each other. Beth's eyes went happily wide for a moment as a smile danced upon her lips, but then she recovered her professionalism quickly and managed to keep her eyes on his face. It was difficult, but as a professional beauty trainer, she knew how to behave properly.

"Jeffrey," she said calmly, "I have your towel, and now I'll take you to the pool." She folded the towel under her arm with the clipboard, and offered him to take her free arm. She couldn't keep a small grin off of her face as he took her offered arm as she escorted him to the pool area. She enjoyed carrying a boy's towel so that he would have to wall naked and jiggling, always a special treat for the ladies in attendance.

The indoor pool was very warm, and there were about a dozen women there, but only a few with husbands or boyfriends. Three women were swimming laps, and the rest were laying or sitting on poolside chaises. All the women had pretty colored one-piece swimming suits on. The 3 boys were of course undressed, as it was not considered seemly for males to have swimming attire. Swimming suits for males didn't even exist in stores. Males were always required to undress for swimming whether in an ocean, lake, river or pool. It was the natural way of things.

Jeffrey, as an unattached male, was very much fair game to any woman. However, their advances would be tempered by the presence of his Beauty Trainer, Beth, in her sharp uniform. It was her job to watch over him so that he could have an enjoyable experience at the spa, free from any all-to-aggressive advances by any of the more lecherous lady clients who might be there.

Jeffrey blushed when he saw that one of the boys, laying on a chaise and being kissed passionately by his Lady, was having an erection as the woman fondled his testes. Beth was smiling and taking in the view -- nothing like an aroused boy to brighten your day, she thought. She then imagined how she'd soon be seeing Jeffrey equally aroused, as his appointments progressed. 

She had already seen his properly hairless genitals, all soft and pink and pretty, as they dangled so sweetly between his muscular thighs. His overall size appeared to be must 'medium', but what he lacked in excessive bulk was more than made up for by his truly text-book shape and coloring. Such a perfectly 'pretty' set of penis and testicles she hadn't often seen. And soon she would see how his pretty penis looked erect. She looked forward to his massage with renewed anticipation.

Jeffrey stepped slowly down the steps into the warm water of the pool as the eyes of all the women were on him. He was used to it, and he couldn't help but take his time getting into the water so that they'd all get their eyeful. Women were so predictable, he thought...

He swam a few laps, really stretching out and working his supple muscles. He was always a good swimmer and put on a clinic for his observers, giving them visual lessons in freestyle, butterfly, and the perennial favorite of all females, backstroke. As he made a pass by her, the smiling Beth tapped her watch and shook his towel at him, beckoning him out of the glorious water.

By the time he was coming up the wide stairs out of the shallow end, many of the ladies had amazingly repositioned themselves at the shallow end of the pool to enjoy his emergence. They eagerly watched his slow rise from the warm watery womb of the pool, and enjoyed every sway and wiggle of his bare genitals as the water spilled off of him. 

He stood calmly with his feet apart and his arms raised as Beth patted him down with the towel, grinning and enjoying herself as she spent an extra few moments to make sure both his bottom and genitals were especially dry. It was in her job description, of course...

She put the wet towel over her shoulder and took Jeffrey by the arm again, leading the naked boy back into the spa area. Jeffrey received many smiles and 'hello's' from ladies and spa staff as Beth received looks of envy from the same. It was a rare treat for her to have such a lovely young fellow as her charge for the day.

As they approached the steam and sauna area, Beth checked the settings outside the door and said, "Everything looks fine." She opened the door, letting out a rush of steam, and gave him a couple gentle pats on his bottom to shoo him inside. "Don't let all the steam out, pretty one," she said.

Jeffrey scurried in, as though the pats and her admonition were swats and scolding, much to Beth's amusement. She sat down and checked the clock so that the boy would get a nice 15 minutes of steam before moving on to his next pampering venue.

One of Beth's coworkers, and 24 year old blonde beauty over 6' tall sat down beside her. "So Beth, you've got some sweet duty today."

"You don't know the half of it. I've got him most of the day. He's getting the Pamper-Fantastic, so I'm stuck with him for the next 4 or 5 hours. Shame, Candy, it's just a shame." The two women giggled with delight.

"Oh, I'm sure it's just horrible for you. If you need any help, such as if he's too saucy or naughty, you just let me know," the blonde smiled.

"I don't want that pretty white bottom of his all red and sore -- at least not today," said Beth with a giggle, "I know what you'd do to him in the janitor's closet with your little paddle, given half a chance." She smiled at her friend and enjoyed being in the cat-bird's seat for once.

"Well, I'm just saying..." said Candy, "He's the sort of boy that needs a good swat. And by the look of him, it's been a while since that cute bottom was properly warmed. He's unattached, isn't he?" It was a statement not a question.

"Yes, and he packs more than you've seen. When he undressed, he wore a gun. I think he's a policeman."

"They let them have guns now?" said Candy with a sly matriarchal smile, and then she stood up and started back on her way to perform her duties. "All the more reason, Beth," she said over her shoulder, "That he needs to spend some quality time across a woman's lap. You can't let a boy get too uppity..."

Beth smirked. She had certainly thought of it, that's for sure. What woman wouldn't imagine a cute round bottom like Jeffrey's laid across her knees and wiggling with a nice pink glow. But that wasn't a 'service' offered at Pretoria, though she thought she might slip a note on that subject into the suggestion box...

A few minutes later, she opened the door again. "Jeffrey," she called, "Time's up, dear."

She peered into the clearing mist to see Jeffrey hop down from the top row of seats. There were towel-clad women on both sides, just below him, who had turned themselves to look up as they had chatted with the boy. The women's positions had afforded them a marvelous view of his pretty pink genitals, dangling very limp and relaxed in the hot steam as they looked up at his face.

He said his goodbyes to the disappointed matrons, and stepped out of the steam room as Beth closed the door behind him, blocking out the pouting faces of the women inside. Well, they had a nice time, thought Beth. Since Jeffrey's boy-parts were still hanging so soft and delicate looking, she assumed the ladies had had the decency to keep their hands off him. That was good because part of her job was to keep unescorted male patrons free from molestation; at least from the female customers.

She offered the naked boy her arm again and he took it and she lead him to the shower area where he rinsed off. She got a fresh towel from the rack and patted him down again as he stood patiently, feet apart and arms raised. She dried him with extra care below the waist again, and tossed the used towel into the hamper.

"Now, Jeffrey," she said, "I'm going to take you to see Rachel for your massage. You've had Rachel as your masseuse before, haven't you dear?"

"Yes, Beth, she has massaged me about 5 times before." He lowered his eyes, embarrassed, which was a tall order for a courtesan-trained boy, "She's very good, um, with boys..." he murmured.

Beth smiled, "Yes, I've heard that about her." They walked down a long hallway, the sharply uniformed brunette with sparkling grey eyes, and the blue-eyed boy with his bare pink genitals, swaying in a relaxed fashion with each step. Beth smiled to herself, this will be a very enjoyable day, she thought.

They passed through a stone archway, very modern in style, with the word "Release" carved at the top of the arch. This was the massage area exclusively for boys and Rachel was the manager of the 4 therapists who worked in the department. This was perhaps one of the most desirable positions in the entire spa, and every young girl who graduated with a reflexology degree hoped one day she could find employment as a masseuse in the boys' area of a luxury spa. The ability to get her hands on a variety of naked boys every day was the dream of many a college girl.

There were two women at the little counter in the waiting room. One was a younger brown haired girl perhaps 20, and the other was a petite (5'8") blonde in her mid-forties -- Rachel. Rachel beamed and came around the counter, eyeing the naked boy mischievously up and down as she opened her arms and took him in a loving embrace. "My Jeffrey has come to see me again!" she said brightly, "What a pleasure it will be to remove all the tension from your young and manly physique." 

Jeffrey smiled in response, "Nice to see you too, Ma'am."

Rachel scowled playfully at the boy, "Don't you 'ma'am' me, mister. You will address me properly as 'Mama', young man." Without waiting for his response, Rachel addressed Beth, "and Bethany, don't you have a lovely charge today? Will you join me in the massage suite, to assist me if I need it?" She smiled and winked over the top of Jeffrey's head as he noticeably tensed in her arms. Rachel stifled a giggle.

"Of course," said the elated Beth, "It would be my pleasure..." she paused to let those words tease the boy. "I am obligated to keep charge of Jeffrey, after all, and see that his experience here at Pretoria is without peer."

"Yes, dear," said Rachel, "I'm glad for your assistance."

Rachel kept her arm around Jeffrey's shoulders and guided him down the hallway as Beth followed close behind. She just couldn't keep a grin off of her face as she eyed the boy's bottom and thought about Candy's suggestion that the boy could benefit from a little bit of disciplinary nurturing. She idly wondered how long it had been since his last spanking...

They came to a door and Rachel opened it and guided Jeffrey inside with her hand on the small of his back. The room was dim and candle-lit. A large massage table was in the center of the intimate room and Jeffrey stood next to it as soft electronic music played in the background.

Rachel said, "Let's have you on the table on your tummy, pretty one, and we'll begin your therapy."

"Yes, Rachel...uh, Mama," he said softly, and he climbed up on the big table a little awkwardly, and then lay down on his belly, adjusting his genitals with his hands to a comfortable position, allowing them to rest between his slightly spread thighs. He closed his eyes with his face in the horse shoe, and let out a deep breath to try to relax. He was a little surprised by Rachel's invitation for Beth to join them. After all, a massage was an intimate thing between a boy and his masseuse. While a boy was expected to show off his body, within the boundaries of fashion and custom, he was not to be 'slutty'. Even the visible arousal of a boy was accepted as 'natural' in most circumstances, but a massage was something different -- the arousal of the boy and the subsequent release of his semen was part of the therapy.

Jeffrey knew that Rachel would relieve all the stresses in his muscles, but being a boy, he would be expected to have an erection by the end of the massage, and it would be relieved of its stiffness as a matter of course. No matter how hard a boy might try to be 'modest', it was the masseuse's duty to arouse the boy and take his semen. Jeffrey hoped such an intimate thing could have been only between him and Rachel, as it had been on previous visits. He decided that, since he had no choice, he would not object to Beth's presence. After all, he would not be thought 'slutty' for having his semen taken during a massage. It was just the normal and natural thing that happens to a boy.

The massage of his back proceeded very well, and he felt tension flowing out of him as Rachel's expert hands soothed and dug and caressed his body. As was usual, the masseuse spent a little extra time working any latent tension out of his bottom, kneading and squeezing in a way that not only relaxed his muscles, but pleased her as well. Usually, a boy would have some redness or light marking on his bottom from recent spanking, and though Jeffrey had none, Rachel still rubbed his cheeks with the usual healing techniques.

He tried not to flex his cheeks in modesty when she spread them, and he quieted any gasps that tried to slip from his lips when her oiled fingers massaged and explored his pink and sensitive cleft. But he couldn't hide his sharp intake of breath when her well oiled finger played circles at his anus, probing and pushing and teasing.

Once she'd had her fun, Rachel told him to roll over. She took a large pillow from a nearby shelf and said, "Legs up, dear." He lifted his legs and she slipped the pillow underneath his knees and settled him into the desired position, spreading his thighs apart on the wide table. She put a small, soft pillow under his head and neck to add support and asked, "Are you comfortable, pretty one?"

"Yes, Mama, thank you," he whispered. His eyes caught Beth, seated very near on a stool and viewing the festivities with peaked interest. He quickly closed his eyes and tried not to imagine her nearness and the look of lusty pleasure in her eyes that all boy's found quite disarming and dangerously attractive.




Courtesan Cop Ch. 02



As Rachel moved around the table, she trailed her hand up and down his body to comfort him and let him know her position. He was already beginning to breathe in a relaxed cadence, and both women were pleased that he was ready for the next portion of his massage therapy. Beth's seat on her stool was tall enough so that she had a view of Jeffrey's entire body, and was about parallel with his thighs, affording her an especially good view of the boy's soft and tender-looking genitals as they lay pink and delicate between his spread thighs.

Rachel put some oil on her hands and rubbed them briskly together to warm them, and then she stood over his head and began to gently knead his neck and shoulders, occasionally ribbing his forehead should any crease of tension be discovered there. She purred, "Just relax, precious boy, and let Mama Rachel take good care of you. We're going to get you all relaxed and released today, aren't we Jeffrey?"

He nodded and smiled imperceptibly, and a grin played at the lips of both Rachel and Beth as they noticed just the smallest twitch of Jeffrey's penis. Beth listened carefully to Rachel, as the experienced therapist massaged the boy's shoulders, chest, and arms, while her words massaged his mind.

"Yes, that's it," she cooed, "Mama Rachel knows how to take care of her good boy. Have you been a good boy for me since your last visit?" He blushed slightly and nodded just a little. Rachel smiled, "How good of a boy have you been for me, Jeffrey? Have you been keeping up a good schedule of genital release for me?" He gave another light and embarrassed nod, but she ignored him and carried on with her interrogation. 

"Or have you been a naughty boy and failed to keep up a good regular flow like Mama Rachel told you?" He didn't nod, but his penis pulsed a little. "Do you have a Mistress taking care of you?" He shook his head slightly, much to Beth's relief. She thought it strange as she realized that she felt somehow possessive toward the boy...

"My, my," said Rachel, "that just won't do. You need a woman to take care of you, young man, haven't I told you that before? And she would make sure you kept up a nice healthy flow..." Jeffrey blushed again, and his penis gave another involuntary twitch. Beth was very interested at how Rachel was talking the boy into an erection, and she almost wished she had a notepad. "Well," purred Rachel, "We'll see, won't we dear, we'll see..."

When she had finished with his upper body, including his chest, arms and abdomen, she walked toward his feet, trailing her hand behind her down his smooth white flesh and leaving goose bumps in her wake. As her hand reached his hip bone, she tarried a bit, allowing her fingers to slip ever so slowly inward and down toward where his thigh and scrotum met. Her fingertips barely brushed against the base of his shaft and then lightly slid against his scrotum before gliding down his inner thigh and on to his foot.

"Yes, I think my Jeffrey has not been a good boy. How could he be? He doesn't have a mistress to take care of him. He's a nice boy without the guiding hand of a woman to see to his needs. Poor baby, but Mama Rachel is going to take care of him now, isn't she?"

Her titillating words and the caress of her hand brought forth several involuntary pulses in the boy's penis, and it began to thicken and lift slightly off of his testicles, much to Beth's delight. Rachel began to rub his left foot, then the ankle, calf, and knee. Her hands continued to knead his muscles moving slowly up his thigh. Near the top, her hand worked smoothly on his inner thigh, gently moving against his testicle as she massaged. His penis continued to react favorably with additional pulses and rising a little more.

"Yes, that's my good boy," purred Rachel, "Mama Rachel knows what a boy needs. I can see you firming up for me. I think you're going to throb and pulse for me, and get nice and big and firm, like a good boy..." Despite himself, Jeffrey couldn't help but blush again.

Rachel moved to his other foot and repeated the process. Beth loved how the farther up his leg she went, the more his penis throbbed and the stiffer it got. By the time Rachel had worked her way up his other thigh Beth could see a pearly drop of fluid beginning to form at the tip of the boy's half-erect penis.

Rachel cooed, "There's my sweet boy; such a good boy. I can see you're making a nice erection for Mama Rachel, with a sweet little drop at the tip for me. So shiny and fresh it looks, I'll bet it is just delicious..." Her hands had reached the top of his thigh now, again toying against his testicles. His penis was now three-quarters erect and throbbing in rhythm with the beat of his heart. 

Rachel's right hand, working on his inner thigh, was fully in contact with his scrotum, pushing his testicles around as if it were merely an unintended byproduct of giving his thigh a good massage. She said, "Ah, your thigh is so strong and muscular, Jeffrey. I especially like to feel the strong tendons right here." Her hand was feeling and caressing the very inner juncture of a hip and thigh, with the 'accidental' result of rolling his testes markedly with the back of her hand.

Jeffrey's penis finally throbbed to full erection, standing up straight and stiff, with his swollen pink glans glistening with another pearly drop. Rachel then took his testes fully in her palm, caressing and rolling them gently as she whispered. "That's my good boy," she said, "Now you're showing Mama Rachel your nice big penis, all stiff and proud. Your penis looks even more beautiful fully erect, Jeffrey. Don't you think so, Beth?"

Beth's throat was dry. She croaked, "Yes, Rachel, it's very nice," and was embarrassed at how lustful her voice sounded. Not very professional of me, she thought. As Beth studied the boy's now-erect penis, she thought that it was beautifully shaped, though only of average size. The shaft was of nearly the same pale color of his skin, but the swollen head was a darker, sultry pink. He looked quite firm, and she smiled at the veins visible on his shaft. She turned her attention to the velvet of his scrotum and the size of his egg shaped testes. All very lovely, she thought, and she wished she could touch and feel them.

Rachel smiled at Beth and continued to massage the boy's testes, occasionally pulling them or giving them a gentle squeeze just to hear by boy's little gasps. "You know Jeffrey that the therapeutic practice is to arouse you fully, to help you give us nice big spurts and get all that pent-up semen out." He nodded with a slight grimace at her embarrassing and yet exciting words; his eyes still tightly shut. 

She continued, "Yes, but Mama Rachel's good boy knows that he won't get to spurt too soon, doesn't he? Yes, of course he does. Mama Rachel knows not to let him be too quick. And now dear, I want you to spread your thighs nice and wide for me, so I can help relieve all the tension in your penis. A healthy boy builds up lots of semen quickly, you know." 

Her voice darkened, "And since you've had therapeutic massage many times, dear, I know you know that genital therapy is very important for your health. It's time for me to take your semen and you're going to be a very good boy and lie still for me, aren't you Jeffrey?"

He nodded slightly, biting his lip with his eyes closed. It was so embarrassing to be lying down with his thighs spread so wide to expose his stiff penis and testicles so lewdly in front of Beth. She was not a trained masseuse, and so it was kind of a 'gray' area of embarrassment. 

If it weren't for the 'therapeutic' environment, he would be considered 'slutty' instead of 'cooperative' in this position. He knew his new friend Beth may have seen a massage on a boy before, perhaps many times. But she had never seen genital therapy performed on him. It made the whole situation seem surreal as he knew he was about to be made to cum, right before Beth's eyes, and he had no power to do anything about it. It was very embarrassing and very exciting at the same time -- a mix of feelings so typical for a boy -- he couldn't help but feel 'naughty' because of it.

Rachel had performed this intimate deed with Jeffrey several times before, and she had always liked the boy, not just for his good looks, but for his personality as well. She was also very proud that she could make a Courtesan blush, and he was so cute when his face went pink...

As she began to stroke his penis slowly and thoroughly, she thought of how nice it would be to see him spurting and writhing under her hands in just a few minutes -- and she was determined to make him moan and talk while she masturbated him. And perhaps she'd make him blush again before she emptied his lovely penis of his rich thick semen.

Rachel said, "Jeffrey, tell me how it feels to have my hands slowly stroking your penis...does it feel nice when my fingers slide up and down on the corona of your head?" He wiggled his hips and whimpered a response. She was not at all satisfied. "Jeffrey, tell Mama Rachel how good it feels when I stroke your penis like this. You can use your words, honey."

"Oh, it feels good," he whispered, making both ladies smile at the boy's predicament.

Still not satisfied, Rachel slowed her stroking even more, to tease the boy into cooperating with her talk. "Tell me what feels so good, Jeffrey." She did so love making a boy say intimate and embarrassing things...

"My penis,' he gasped, "It feels good on my penis... head... ahhhh..."

Happy with his response, Rachel said, "Yes, good boy! I like to hear you tell me things about your penis. Don't you like to hear a boy say that his penis feels good, Beth?"

"Oh, yes," she said gleefully, "I'm happy that Jeffrey's is enjoying your massage techniques!"

Both women loved how the boy squirmed and blushed as they talked so openly about his most intimate and vulnerable body parts. It was quite entertaining to make the boy admit that he was enjoying the pleasure that was so obviously causing his hips to wiggle and his breath to pant shallowly.

Rachel said, "Jeffrey, I want you to repeat after me. 'Please Mama Rachel' -- say it."

"Please Mama Rachel," he gasped.

"Good boy," she said, "Now say 'Please rub my penis faster, Mama'."

"Ooohhh... please... rub my... penis... faster.... Mama..." he groaned, to the delight of the ladies.

"Make me spurt hard, Mama," she said, and he gasped the humiliating words out between gritted teeth.

"Don't stop until you take all my semen, Mama," she giggled, and he had to say the words, and feel the embarrassment fight his arousal.

"Oh please Mama, make me cum for you!" she said, and listened to his little voice pleading with real need.

"Oh Mama, that feels so good on my penis!" she coached, sensing his mounting arousal and seeing his testes pull up toward his abdomen in preparation as he mimicked her words with a helpless voice of surrender.

Rachel turned to the fascinated Beth, who was attentively sitting on the edge of her stool, and said, "Bethany dear, I would like you to help me by stimulating Jeffrey's nipples. This will increase his arousal and help him to make a nice big cum for us." 

"Oh!" responded the surprised girl as she jumped up from her stool, "Certainly, anything to help!" She quickly positioned herself appropriately and reached out with her delicate fingers to grab the boy's nipples between thumb and first knuckle, and began to knead his little pink nubs firmly but gently. She was most pleased to participate in this most intimate stimulation of the compliant boy. He was so cute -- she couldn't wait to watch him ejaculate!

Rachel had a devious thought. She truly liked and cared about the boy, and was not pleased that he had no Mistress. The matchmaker in Rachel's heart made a quick decision, and she said, "Beth, we're going to make him spurt in a moment and I want you to have him look into your eyes as he ejaculates. I think you'll enjoy the wanton and lusty look he'll have, now that I've got him in the properly submissive state of mind. I know you'll want to watch his little penis make spurts, but honestly if you'll keep his eyes focused on you, it will be an even more enjoyable and enlightening experience for you."

"Ok," Beth said, "I'll do it!"

"Jeffrey," Rachel cooed as she deviously stroked him just a bit too slowly. "I think you're almost ready to spurt for me, so I want you to ejaculate on the count of three, but DO NOT spurt before I give you permission. I will let you spurt AFTER we have counted to three. Understand?" 

He nodded emphatically. 

"And I want you to keep your eyes open and look at Beth." 

He nodded, a little reluctantly, but he obeyed and his desperate gaze was suddenly filled with Beth's beaming face.

Pleased with herself, Rachel said, "One..." she began to rub a little faster. 

"Two..." she rubbed his testicles with her other hand. 

"Two and a half..." she said, smiling at the boy as he writhed and gasped. 

"Two and three quarters..." she said.

"PLEASE!!!" he cried with real desperation in his gasping voice.

Beth was watching his face intently, determined not to miss the slightest detail, and grinning wildly like a school girl seeing her first of many male ejaculation examples in health class. She was excited and breathing rapidly -- her eyes fixed on the boy's face to watch his expressions in anticipation of his upcoming spurts. Beth began to increase the pressure on his nipples, twisting just a little bit to add to his stimulation. 

Beth leaned over and whispered, her lips nearly touching his. "I want you to keep looking into my eyes as you ejaculate, Jeffrey. I know it's difficult, but you can do it. Look at me... That's it, good boy."

"Three," said Rachel. "Now then Jeffrey, since you've been such a good boy, that I'm going to..." she rubbed his penis very fast, concentrating on sliding her fingers over his glans with each stroke, "...allow you cum now. Do it, Jeffrey, give us your nice big spurts!"

Beth pinched his nipples hard and gave them a good pull while she whispered softly, "Look at me, look at me, look at me," over and over as his climax overwhelmed his senses.

His eyes went wide and his mouth opened in a silent "O". His whole body tensed as his penis erupted with a nice full spurt that went well into the air as Rachel aimed it toward his chest. The first spurt landed partly on Beth's left hand as it worked his sensitive nipple, the rest splashing above on his chest. "Oh!" said Beth, as she felt his warm goo plop onto her hand and glisten pearly in the light. She was quite pleased to have part of his first spurt of semen as her very own.

Beth watched his face as the boy struggled to keep his eyes obediently open. She marveled at the mixture and sequence of emotions she saw cross his countenance in rapid succession; desperate need of release, embarrassment at being so intimately violated; frantic surrender to the pleasure of ejaculation; helplessness submission to the women's control of his body; and the inevitable and adorable yielding to the inner slut in all boys regardless of their outward show of modesty. 

She smiled at the wonderful depth of submission she saw in his eyes as his semen was taken, and her heart opened with feelings of care and nurture for the boy who had no woman, no Mistress of his own, to guide and comfort him through life's perilous journey. 

In that moment, as she watched him cum through the pretty blue windows of his soul, she knew she wanted him for her own. Not just as a sexual conquest, but as a possession -- as a husband.

Rachel knew exactly how to handle a boy and release from his body every spurt he had to give, and every pulse and drop that would follow. She made her strokes shorter as he spurted so as not to rub against the now-sensitive corona of his head any longer. She stroked only his shaft with an even tempo and was rewarded with a second, third, and fourth spurt, each one a little less powerful, but in her mind equally important and beautiful. 

She loved how the boy's hips bucked and wiggled under her careful manipulations, and she was pleased to force such a wanton release from him as she drove him through each spurt and rode his every gyration of abandon easily.

Jeffrey's eyes held Beth's as he let out a desperate moan of surrender and longing, much to the delight of his therapists. Every muscle in his body writhed and tensed and twisted; driven to ecstasy and beyond it by the skillful stimulation of his most vulnerable flesh. Rachel coached him through each buck of his hips and spurt of his penis, "Good boy...that's it...yes, very good... oh, what a good spurting penis... one more spurt... another.... very good... more... yes... again... very good."

His body gave one final heave with his last small dribble of a spurt, and then he fell back exhausted and closed his eyes in perfect peace. His penis continued to pulse out small dribbles of semen as Rachel's hand continued to work his penis with slow milking movements. She gripped at the base and squeezed upward repeatedly to draw out each additional pearly drop of his precious offering as it dripped onto her already semen-covered hand.

Beth let go of his nipples and gently caressed them to comfort him. She moved a lock of sweaty hair off of his face and smiled down upon him. She whispered, "Such a good boy, Jeffrey, now just relax and let Rachel finish you up." She couldn't help but kiss the boy's lips gently, such was the affection she felt at having watched his very soul open like a flower, allowing all of his deepest feelings and fears and longings to play across the landscape of his face and eyes as she had looked on. 

Everybody says you never really know a boy until you've watched his face as he came, because at that moment a boy was truly most honest and vulnerable, and their submissive nature was on full display. She knew it was true. She knew she had really seen him. And she knew she had real feelings for him, sudden as they were, and she believed that her feelings of affection for the boy were real and potentially lasting...

Jeffrey's breathing was deep and relaxed as he lay with his eyes closed in semi-consciousness and his muscles feeling like Jell-O. He felt Rachel's hands still expertly working on his softening penis, extracting the last drops of his semen. He felt his groin muscles involuntarily tense and pulse in response, to help Rachel milk him of everything he could give. The intense emotions of wanton surrender that all boys feel during ejaculation had passed, leaving him feeling physically drained and completely empty. 

Emotionally, he was wrapped in the warm afterglow of submission, feeling nurtured and comforted by Rachel and Beth who had so intimately exploited his vulnerabilities to their mutual benefit. 

This was the time a boy was most vulnerable, he reminded himself. This was the moment, just when the last drops of his semen were being milked from his penis and he was coming down from the mountain peak of pleasure, that a boy could so easily fall in love. 

At this moment, he knew, a boy's brain was filled with hormones and chemicals that heightened all of his feelings of admiration for and dependence upon feminine power. This hormonal rush caused a boy to feel very submissive and affectionate toward any woman who had bared his soul as she took his semen.

There was nothing more attractive and magnetic to a boy's heart and mind than the look in a woman's eyes that says, "I see you for who you really are, and I'm here for you as you cum for me." And that was the look he had seen in Beth's eyes... Oh why had they made him keep his eyes open?

His training as a courtesan had taught him to understand this physiological response, and he had learned the techniques to control this phenomenon -- keep your eyes closed and say nothing until the hormones cleared your system and the feelings passed. But he remembered the look in Beth's eyes as he came -- in spite of his intentions, he couldn't help but to cum just for her -- and he knew that dangerous woman's look. 




Courtesan Cop Ch. 02



Her face had held genuine care and affection for him and that was a very hard thing for a boy to ignore, let alone wipe from his memory. It was the nature of boys to respond favorably to that look, and the hormones and chemicals coursing through his veins were designed to heighten that vulnerability ten-fold.

Jeffrey knew that he must be quiet. He must not open his eyes and look at Beth's face. He must not fall in love. But just as a person responds to the command, "DO NOT think about a red corvette!" by seeing it clearly in their mind, his attempt not to think of Beth's face didn't work either.

Oh, no, he thought, this cannot happen! I am a Courtesan of the Remy School and I must control my emotions! He played that mantra over and over in his mind, trying to establish the dominance of his training. He truly hoped it was working...

He concentrated on shooting contests at the academy, where he had won medals. He thought of lifting weights and running on the track and then he thought of swimming laps in the pool... Naked. With beautiful Beth's seductive eyes on his naked body... Damn it!!! NO! NO! NO!

His concentration was broken, as Rachel had finished expressing the last drop of semen from his now-flaccid and sensitive penis. She was wiping spilt semen from the head of his penis with her finger, as gently as she could. She laid his soft shaft, still distended and feeling a bit numb, carefully upon is thigh and began wiping his messy scrotum and tummy with a warm wet cloth.

"All done, sweetness," she whispered, "Just lie still as I clean up your big boy-mess. You ejaculated very well today, dear, and I am most pleased to have given you a very satisfying release."

"Thank you, Rachel," he said in a small soft voice, wishing Beth would leave the room and his life forever. But the young woman was still caressing his chest and face. It felt so good to be comforted by her. He could smell the scent of her skin and feel the softness of her caring caress. Damn it.

Beth had been eyeing the dollop of liquefying semen she had let lay upon the back of her hand. Seeing it was in danger of dripping off, she carefully raised her hand to her mouth and licked up the small deposit, rolling it on her tongue to savor every nuance of his flavor. Mmm, she thought, what a nice little gift. And if I were to court this boy, I would be entitled to as much of his semen as I could take from him. Wouldn't that be nice?

Having cleaned him up thoroughly, removing all evidence of his beautiful spurts, Rachel was pleased with herself. She noted how Bethany was looking at the boy, and she knew exactly why the girl had put the back of her hand to her mouth. Uh-oh, Rachel thought with satisfaction, I detect a budding romance. Good luck little girl, I don't think you know what you have here, lying so compliant on my table. If you pursue this one, you may find he's more than any one woman can handle...

Rachel hid a grin and said, "I'll leave you to him, Bethany, and you can bring him out anytime you're ready. I don't have need of this room again for a half hour." She grabbed all the soiled towels and left the room, softly closing the door.

Jeffrey took several deep breaths, and satisfied that he had calmed himself successfully, opened his eyes and sat up. He softly said, "Bye, Rachel, and thanks once again." Courtesan or not, he still couldn't shake the undertone of intimacy and embarrassment that a boy always felt after 'genital therapy'. 

Having an ejaculation for a woman was a very personal and intimate thing, and a boy couldn't help but make a complete fool of himself when he was spurting. It always made him feel embarrassed to have been seen in such a state of wanton arousal, having abandoned all comportment and surrendered to the pleasure Rachel gave him in order to take his semen.

When a woman takes a boy's semen, he no longer has any secrets. He has displayed himself inside and out and the woman now knows more of him than before, and he is undone before her from that day forth.

He knew that these feelings would pass soon, and he also knew that such feelings were common to all boys. While boys could feel like they had been slutty or immodest when they were writhing and moaning during ejaculation, the women always seemed to think it was cute and adorable and nothing a boy need feel ashamed of. Thank goodness for their delusions, he thought.

He finally looked at the smiling Beth. She was looking at him and just brimming with a gleeful expression on her face. She said, "Welcome back to reality, pretty one. Are you ready for me to take you to your next appointment?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he said rather formally, causing at least some of Beth's happy smile to be tempered with concern. 

She wondered why he didn't call her 'Beth' as she had instructed him to do. Was he pushing her away? She decided that the boy was merely embarrassed at sharing himself so intimately with her as he surrendered to Rachel's prowess as a masturbatrix. It must be hard for a boy, she thought, to be so intimately exposed, both physically and emotionally, during his ejaculation. That was it, she thought, he was just feeling a bit more 'naked' than usual -- inside as well as out.

She took him by the hand and led the naked boy out of the room and down the hallway. Jeffrey noted immediately that she had forgone the protective posture of putting her arm in his, and instead had taken him by the hand with interlocked fingers, in a more possessive posture. He would have to watch her body language carefully if her were to successfully fend off her advances. 

He wished that Rachel hadn't made him cum so hard that he completely lost himself in Beth's eyes, but alas, Rachel's job was to milk a boy to within an inch of his life. And so she had...



Courtesan Cop Ch. 03



Note: This story is Female-dominant / male-submissive, with some BDSM twist to it. If you don't like that sort of thing, please return to the menu and choose a story you will enjoy! Thanks!! All characters are over 18.

Chapter 03

Jeffrey has more spa services, and romance ignites 'old school'

She led him to his next appointment in the Beauty Spa area. Candace, the Matron of that department greeted them cordially and then to Jeffrey, asked, "How was your massage, dear? Are you feeling nicely relaxed?" She smiled at the boy and eyed his relaxed and flaccid genitals coyly.

Jeffrey knew that everyone knew what 'massage' meant for a boy -- that the service included the servicing of his genitals, much like checking the oil in an automobile. There was nothing strange about it, but the women always seemed to want to bring it up in a humorous yet affectionate way.

"Yes, Ma'am, quite relaxing," he said with a suitable smile.

"I can see that, dear," said Candace. "Now if you'll follow me, I think the girls are ready for you."

She led the pair to a cubical toward the rear of the shop, surrounded by waist high opaque glass walls. The pretense was that the walls afforded a client with a little privacy, but actually did nothing of the sort. Any woman, and there were several having their hair and nails done throughout the large shop, could see a boy right over the walls from almost any distance.

In this area was a chair, not unlike a dentist's chair Jeffrey thought, with the back reclined at an angle and with pads for each foot and forearm to rest upon. Four smiling attendants stood in a row to greet Jeffrey and help him into the chair. Once in the char, with the foot pads set high and wide, Jeffrey was ready for the simultaneous beauty treatments he was about to receive.

One girl stood above him and started working on the skin of his face with various cleansers, cleaners, masks, tweezers, and lotions to make his countenance fresh and new. Another girl pulled up a rolling stool to give him a manicure; another on a shorter stool attended to his pedicure, and both of these girls started on opposite sides of him so they wouldn't be in each other's way.

The fourth girl pulled up a low stool between his spread thighs and began to examine his tummy, penis, testicles, and bottom for any sign of hair growth. Wherever she found a newly active follicle, she took a laser gun and zapped it, thus ensuring Jeffrey another 90 days or so of a hair-free and oh-so-fashionable groin. 

Jeffrey was never a hairy boy to begin with and had long ago endured a series of waxing procedures on his chest, back and pubic region, such that he now only needed the occasional laser touch-up between his spread cheeks and thighs. Just like most other boys, Jeffrey shaved the sparse hair on his arms and legs manually, every other day or so, and every time he went out socially to maintain his 'hairless' physique that women expected of a boy. This expectation was especially true of young, unattached boys.

The "A-Team" of beauty technicians worked smoothly and efficiently, completing their assigned duties in less than 30 minutes. The girls who did his nails and face said their goodbyes and bid him have a nice day, leaving only the laser technician still inspecting meticulously and zapping here and there as Jeffrey tried not to wince too obviously. He was a detective after all, and they were supposed to be tough as nails.

Finally, the laser tech sat back with a pleased and satisfied look on her face. "I think that cleans you up for another 90 days or so, Jeffrey, you look nice and smooth and clean. And I must say you took that very well. I know it hurts a bit, and I hope I've been gentle enough with you." As she said these things, she was idly fondling his testes in her hand, enjoying the silky-smooth feel of his scrotum and the firm roundness of his testicles. She gave his exposed and vulnerable genitals and bottom a last inspection, craning her neck to closely peer into every nook and cranny. Beth was watching with a less-than-pleased look on her face.

Uh-oh, Jeffrey thought, Beth looks a bit jealous. That is not a good sign. He said to the technician, "Thanks, you were very gentle and I appreciate your care and concern." Jeffrey started taking deep breaths to relax his body, knowing what was coming next.

The technician smiled and set the laser down. She put a surgical glove on her left hand, and then took a bottle of lotion that had been sitting in warm water and poured a liberal amount of the oily emollient into a small glass bowl. She dipped the fingers of both hands into the prepared lotion, which clung thickly to her hands. She began to rub the soothing lotion first between the spread cheeks of his bottom, intimately soothing the sensitive pink cleft where a few follicles had been zapped, and taking care to gently rub the lotion into the delicate skin. 

She smiled to herself, deciding that the boy was not only quite good looking, especially with his feet on the raised pads which made his knees spread high and wide, but she thought his genitals were among the prettiest she had worked on. His penis and testicles were not large, by any measure, but their shape and color were just exquisite -- perhaps the prettiest she had ever seen. She thought these where the genitals whose picture should be in the text books and encyclopedias so that girls knew what the 'standard of beauty' should be as they shopped for a boy.

She broke her reverie and dipped her gloved left hand into the emollient bowl again, scooping a healthy amount of the viscous liquid onto her index finger, and said, "Relax for me, Jeffrey, just let it happen." She put her dripping finger tip at the entrance of his little pink bud and swirled it around, pressing softly. Jeffrey exhaled a big breath and her fingertip gently slipped in.

She began to slide her finger in and out, spreading the emollient in him to lubricate the passage, and she delved deeper with the pad of her finger upward, searching for the little walnut of his prostate gland. Finding the gland as her finger bottomed out, she began a slow and steady 'come hither' motion with her finger tip, gently massaging him inside.

She dipped the fingers of her right hand into the bowl and began rubbing the lotion throughout his crotch and inner thighs, taking her time and going slowly since she knew the prostate massage would take a few minutes to begin to have effect on his flaccid penis. She had finished his bottom, groin, inner thighs, and tummy areas -- covering them with the emollient and rubbing it in fully -- and she noticed the first signs of life in his sated penis as it began to engorge and lift off of his testes.

She had been gradually increasing the pressure with which she was rubbing his prostate and was rewarded with an erecting penis. She began to apply the lotion to his scrotum, taking her time to rub it in thoroughly into every nook and cranny of the crinkly velvet. As she did so, she watched happily as his penis became fully erect before her eyes. He was certainly not big, she thought, but he certainly was pretty, especially in the aroused state.

"Jeffrey," she said softly, "I know you understand, but I wanted to remind you that the reason I am stimulating your prostate is to cause you to become erect. It is so that the skin of your penis will be stretched tighter to allow the oil to be applied better."

"Yes, I understand," he said, taking deep breaths to calm himself as his body was being so lewdly, yet professionally, invaded.

The Technician dipped her right hand into the warm oil again, and began to gently rub it in at the base of his shaft. She continued upward slowly, dipping her fingers often into the bowl and putting liberal amounts of the lotion on his stiff and throbbing shaft all the way up to the crown of his head. It was a secret between her and Jeffrey that the finger of her left hand had been continually increasing its pressure as it rubbed his prostate gland. Jeffrey couldn't help but feel the results, and though he had been milked less than an hour before, he was becoming pleasurably aroused.

Oh the pleasurable indignities that boys were forced to endure, he thought. It seemed that everything that was the natural order of things, like the differences between the sexes, always left the boy's side of the equation with a little bit of embarrassment. So many 'normal' things in society included a little bit of humiliation for the boy, the constant reinforcement of the male's submissive status, and the dominance of women. There was always something happening in the female/male relationship to provide the opportunity for the boy to feel just a little ashamed of having been 'slutty' instead of 'classy'. 

But deep in his heart, Jeffrey liked being a boy very much, regardless of the constant indignities of fashion and culture and women that constantly reminded him that he was 'only' a boy. And for all their power in this woman's world, he wouldn't trade places with a female for anything. He was determined to be his own man, and succeed in a woman's world in spite of all the hurdles that were in front of him.

The Tech went on rubbing his prostate with ever-increasing vigor as she dipped her right hand into the lotion bowl again. A wicked grin played at the edges of her lips, having sensed that this boy could be made to come again, right here in her chair. She loved doing it to them under the cover of her professional beauty technician position. It was of course not her fault if a boy spurted in her chair. Boy's are sluts and are always desperate to cum. Everybody knows that. And everything she had done and would do was right according to the text book she had studied in beauty academy...

From the ever increasing prostate stimulation, Jeffrey knew exactly what was on the naughty technician's mind. He could feel the boiling feeling down in the inner workings of his reproductive system that let him know things were starting to get out of his control. He knew if she made him cum right here in the beauty spa, he would be giggled at by all the employees and branded a slut. And while branding him so, they would all be attracted to his ability to have another ejaculation so quickly after being well milked during his massage; the double standard at work again. Boys were always caught between a rock and a hard place, and he had certainly become very hard.

The tech put her right hand, palm down, directly atop the swollen pink head of his penis and began to roll her hand in a circular motion to supposedly apply the thick emollient. Jeffrey's body tensed at the sudden shock of stimulation, quite overwhelming really, on his very-sensitive glans. A soft moan escaped his lips as the tech continued her manipulations of the very bottom and the very top of his complex organ system, providing a very different but at least equally compelling stimulation to the usual stroking of the penis shaft. She knew she'd have him erupting all over himself in just a moment or two, and she loved the look of shame and humiliation that boys always had when she 'accidentally' made the sluts cum.

Jeffrey squirmed helplessly in the chair, knowing that he would be pushed over the edge any moment. He was trapped and he knew it. There was no gracious way for him to jump up off the chair when the technician was not yet finished with her procedure. She was going to make him cum and he had no choice but to surrender to it as a boy always must, and deal with the shame as a boy always did.

Beth instantly realized what was happening when Jeffrey's hips had begun to wiggle, and his breathing became little gasping moans. She was very conflicted about what was happening to her boy -- she meant client. Under normal circumstances with any other client, she would have grinned and happily watched the boy humiliate himself by cumming during a beauty procedure, and later thank the technician for the wonderful show. She admitted to herself she did want to watch him cum, but she didn't like the way 'her' boy was being manipulated by another woman. It was a conundrum.

Jeffrey's gasps became more pronounced, his breathing quick and shallow. He was almost there. Sensing this, the Tech took her palm off the top of his penis and made a ring with her finger and thumb, just about the swollen crown of his head. She continued to stimulate his corona with quick little jerks, without touching any other part of his shaft, in order to keep the sensations centered in the sensitive pink head of his penis, and yet allow her and Beth an unrestricted view of his upcoming spurts. She was of course completely unaware of the feelings Beth was having, and thought this boy was just like any other to her co-worker.

With a sharp moan, "Arghhhhhh...", Jeffrey spurted under the intense scrutiny of both women, and several other nearby beauticians and female customers. His first spurt went up only a little, perhaps 10" or so from his penis, and fell back down on the technician's wrist. She smiled as the second spurt was launched only arching up slightly and falling back down upon his penis head and her hand. After that she was able to get two more pulses with decent spurts to flow from his little slit, but that was all.

She slowed her rubbing of his prostate gland to a gentle stroking in time with her hand's movements which had changed to the standard 'milking' motion upward on his shaft. She expressed a few more dribbles and then a couple last drops of semen, as the boy's exhausted penis softened quickly in her hand. She wiped him down with a soft towel and re-applied just a bit more emollient to his well-used and nearly purple head, and then let his soft penis lie once again upon his now-empty testes, giving his penis and testicles a few affectionate pats.

"Oh, my, Jeffrey," she said, feigning surprise, "I'm sorry I made you cum again so soon. But you were a good boy for me and just let it happen. Next time I'll be more careful." She grinned at the exhausted boy's face and his very spent-looking penis and was very pleased with herself. She stood and turned to Beth, not expecting to be met with a scowl.

"I'm sorry, Beth," she said, "Did I miss something?"

Beth wiped the upset look from her face and replaced it with a smile. "I guess you're just doing what you always do," she said, now feeling foolish, "It's just that, well..."

"Oops," said the tech playfully but with a little regret, "I didn't know he was on your radar screen. I'm sorry, Beth, I didn't know."

"It's ok," Beth said, "it's not your fault."

The tech looked at her and exchanged one of those secret glances that women share when they're talking about boys and their insatiable penises. "It never is, Beth, it never is."

Jeffrey heard this exchange, though he pretended to be more 'out of it' than he was. One of the things a boy learns early on is that it feeds a woman's ego to think that he has become incoherent after being made to cum. He wasn't sure how he felt about what Beth had said. As he had suspected, it was clear that Beth had feelings for him. He had to fight the hormonal urge to accept her attraction and be drawn to her that was raging in his brain. It felt like his body was being pulled out of the chair and into the security and nurture that would be found in her arms. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, thinking of pizza with dog poop on it.

After a few minutes, Beth was at his side, caressing his face once again. "Jeffrey, are you ready to go get dressed, dear?"

He nodded, and got up out of the chair. She took him possessively by the hand again and led the naked boy, 'her' boy in her mind, back to the locker room. As she watched him begin to dress, she made her decision. She left him at his locker to dress and told him she'd be back to get him in a few minutes. She nearly ran to the employee lounge and quickly opened her locker. She found the black velvet case, four inch square only half an inch thick, and stuck it in her pocket as she turned and rushed back to the locker room and 'her' waiting boy.

She found Jeffrey just putting on his shoulder rig, then reloading and putting up his gun. He stepped into his black suede loafers and donned his leather jacket, which concealed the weapon but was fashionably short enough not to conceal his admittedly less-full pouch. She grinned at that thought as he turned to her and smiled.

"I'm all ready for you," he said, which was probably a poor choice of words.

Beth beamed at him and offered him again her arm. He took it and they strolled through the hallways to the lobby and reception area, where Beth returned his clipboard at the counter and checked him out. There were a few employees, Caroline the owner, and several women sitting in the lobby's comfortable chairs waiting for their appointments to begin.

Jeffrey gave Caroline her required hug and farewell, and thought he was ready to leave...

Just then, Beth cleared her throat, stood up straight, and said with a strong voice, "Ladies, may I have your attention?" All female heads immediately swiveled to look at her, standing proud and strong in the middle of the room with the smallish but quite handsome young man at her side. They all had a moment to wonder what this was about...but the on-looking women's suspicions were happily confirmed when Beth next spoke.

"I am Bethany Remington. I am a freewoman of 27 years. This is Jeffrey Mason, a freeman of 21 years..." Smiles broke out on the female faces throughout the room, and there were excited whispers here and there as the women in witness of the Courting Ritual delightedly got out their PDA's or a notepad to make record of what they saw transpire.

Jeffrey stood in shock. He had not in a million years seen this coming. He'd only met Beth less than 4 hours ago, and now she was going to bind him into courtship. Oh, no.

Beth continued, "I hereby begin courtship of Jeffrey, all women everywhere hear me now and speak if you claim him!" She paused long with her hands balled in fists, waiting as the ritual required, giving "all women everywhere" a chance to speak.

The witnesses were again silent, looking about the room at each other and making silent and solemn agreements without words. An Elderwoman in her sixties stood boldly to her feet after her companions had all nodded that she was agreed the eldest among them, and spoke.

"I am Melissa Swisshelm, of 68 years," she said in a surprisingly strong voice. "I see all women and I see none to challenge the claim of Bethany Remington." She looked around the room and made eye contact with every woman in attendance one last time. Then in her strong voice, she stated, "I witness this now!"

The silence in the room was deafening as all eyes now turned toward Bethany again. She turned to the stunned Jeffrey, and looked him squarely in the eyes. He bravely stood his ground to keep his honor intact, rather than running away as he was inclined to do in his current state of panic. She produced the black case from her pocket, took out the small chain of perhaps 11" that had symbols of Bethany's name in Latin, and a heart-shaped medallion of pink gold. She got down to one knee in front of Jeffrey.

"I am Bethany Remington, freewoman..." She continued the Ritual by affixing the chain around Jeffrey's right ankle, thereby marking her 'territory', at least for the Courtship Period. She stood again and took both of Jeffrey's hands in hers. She looked him in the eyes and said, "I now Court you, Jeffrey Mason. For the time allowed me by law, I shall pursue and win your love. For the time allowed me by law, will you open yourself, heart, mind, and body, to my Courtship?"

As a freeman, Jeffrey had only one way to keep his honor intact, and that was to answer in the affirmative. To answer "no" was to admit by implication that he was either a common prostitute, a practicing Licensed Courtesan, or that he was already attached to a Mistress -- and behaving like an unmarked freeman in that circumstance was a horrible slight to the boy's Mistress, and also branded the boy as an unfaithful wretched slut.




Courtesan Cop Ch. 03



Jeffrey had a dilemma. He was, in fact, a licensed Courtesan, though he had never practiced the gentle arts, and was instead employed as a policeman. Upon his graduation from the Remy School, he was licensed as a Courtesan and since the license only expired upon death, he could not undo it. This was not something for a boy in his position to easily explain. The word 'rare' wouldn't even come close to describing his situation.

Because of Jeffrey's hesitation, Bethany believed she had made an impetuous mistake. She had rushed to mark and court the boy before she knew the whole of his history. As every silent second ticked by, she became more fearful. She felt a wave of nausea as the terror of having humiliated herself so horribly washed through her. She had moved too fast, and now she would pay the price of her stupidity. She looked at her intended conquest with a desperate plea for help in her eyes -- please don't humiliate me like this...

Caroline, the owner of Pretoria, knew the facts of Jeffrey's background and he glanced at her -- his pale face begging for her intervention. Caroline shook her head at the confused situation and looked at the Elderwoman, still standing proud in Witness. Caroline raised her hand, beckoning to her.

Caroline and the Elderwoman began walking forward toward each other with solemn faces as Bethany watched them. New horror began to creep into Beth's pretty face as she realized that not only had her boy had not responded, but the Witness was being hailed to confer with another woman -- her boss! She thought, how could this embarrassment get any worse? And as she watched and waited, she was sure it would get worse; much worse.

Jeffrey felt sorry for Beth and whispered, "Trust me", to try to keep her from breaking out into unnecessary tears of shame.

Caroline and the Elderwoman, Melissa, stood close. Caroline whispered for a moment in Melissa's ear, causing her face to at first scowl, but then become relieved with a smile that only the most mature and experienced among women can smile. It was the smile that said, 'I thought I'd heard everything, but now having heard it, I'm still not surprised.'

Melissa whispered something to Caroline, who then stifled a giggle turning it into a cough. The women parted and Melissa returned to her post where she had previously stood as Witness.

"I am Melissa Swisshelm, of 68 years and I bring news of facts so that there shall be no rumor, nor words against honor, spoken by all women everywhere!" Her proud voice rang out the prescribed formula of speech in the large room amidst total silence. She looked around the room, making sure that she had the full attention of "all women" as she had used a very uncommon piece of the formula of the Ritual, created for a purpose just like this. This statement was designed so that the women who were about to hear something uncommon, would not react to dishonor the suitor until they had heard it all. This was a wise idea of The Matrons, and very suitable for this day.

"I tell all women everywhere that Jeffrey Mason graduated with honor from the Remy Docault School of Courtesans, and was licensed as a Courtesan upon his 18th birthday." Beth's eyes were like saucers, and her face was going pale despite the fact that the preamble to Melissa's statement guaranteed safe news. Jeffrey feared she might faint from shame and squeezed her hands tightly to help her hold it together.

"I also tell all women everywhere that this boy has never practiced the gentle arts, nor accepted monies in exchange for his charms. He enrolled in the police academy, became a police officer, and was recently promoted to Detective -- the youngest male detective in the City's history!"

Beth was in shock. The worst possible news of her foolishness and subsequent humiliation had vanished. She now had heard the best possible news -- her boy, whom she was about to court -- was a trained courtesan. All women everywhere would be completely jealous of her great fortune! She threw her head back and whooped with joy as all the women in the room broke into cheers and applause before calming back down to await Jeffrey's answer.

Beth looked down into Jeffrey's pretty blue eyes, ecstatic that his honor, and hers, was still intact, and that she had been spared a scarring shame from which she might never have fully recovered. She whispered, "I do trust you," and smiled. 

Jeffrey felt his heart melt a little. It was so difficult to keep it properly iced, he thought, when this bright young and attractive woman didn't just want to date him. She wanted to Court him -- old school. The romantic strings of his heart were being expertly pulled, and he knew it. But despite himself, he was warming to the idea.

He knew his complicated life was about to get far more complicated. He would have a Mistress. He would wear her mark around his ankle for the duration of her 90-day exclusive Courting privileges. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He wondered what effect this would have on his work as a police detective, particularly regarding the case of the murdered courtesan, Paul. He pushed the problems of tomorrow out of him mind, for just a moment.

And in his loudest voice, he said, "I do open myself, heart, mind, and body, to your courting!" He had completed his small part of the Ritual and was relieved to see the true happiness on the face of Bethany Remington. Jeffrey Remington, he thought, that had a nice ring to it. But then he caught himself, wait a minute, I've never thought to be taken as husband... Of course, he had never thought to find himself being marked and courted either...

The Elderwoman, Melissa, spoke again. "I, Melissa Swisshelm, do witness the Ritual of Courtship; Asked, Marked, and Answered. Let all women everywhere recognize the exclusive rights of Bethany Remington to court Jeffrey Mason for the time period prescribed by law."

Now the house exploded with whooping, back-slapping, and romantically teary-eyed women, congratulating Beth and each other on the exciting and suspense filled Courtship Ritual they had just witnessed. Many women gave Jeffrey a chaste kiss on the cheek and a one-armed hug around his shoulders, being careful not to seem sexually interested in him.

Jeffrey was in a daze. Events had spun so completely out of his control that he didn't know what to do with himself. He had to go home. He had to go to work tomorrow. He was a courtesan. He was a detective. And he was now marked and courted. 

He never had, in his wildest dreams, thought that he would say these 4 words. "I have a Mistress", he whispered, and felt a chill of fear run down his spine at the same time as a warm feeling of exultation brewed in his tummy.

Looking down at his right ankle he knew that, above all other things, he was now the exclusive courtship possession of a woman he had just met. Certainly Beth was a great woman, very honorable to have gone the 'old-school' route in her pursuit of him. That she had done so was an honor to him, too, and he appreciated that as any boy would.

But his life didn't include being courted, falling in love, and being made husband. No matter if the woman was wonderful. It simply was not the plan. At the same time, he had to fight hard not to tear up due the complete overload of romance that had just taken place like a whirlwind with him in the eye of the storm. He couldn't help but struggle with the warm feelings of contentment a boy is subject to when a woman makes her pursuit of him so public and serious.

He was quite the center of attention; the object of romantic interest; the prize to be won and possessed. It was quite an exciting position to be in, he had to admit, and he was trying not to blush.

But as Beth hugged him to her in triumph, enjoying the successful first stage of her conquest, Jeffrey couldn't fight the mounting emotions any more. He softly began to cry. His tears ran down his face and into Beth's cleavage. She noticed the wetness and picked his head up to look into his teary eyes. She smiled warmly before clutching his head to her bosom again with joy.

After she held and rocked her sniffling boy for several minutes, the festivities faded and all the witnesses had gone back to their previous positions and tasks. Beth took Jeffrey by the hand and led him toward her car in the building's underground parking lot. She thought it was so cute and romantic as he continually wiped his eyes and sniffed, trying to regain his composure.

Beth said, "I'll take you home now, pretty one." 

He looked up into her wise grey eyes and nodded. "Yes, Mistress," he whispered.

Bethany Remington's chest filled with pride and affection for the boy. He was a keeper, she thought. Already she was planning the many things she would do to prove to him that she, above all other women, could take care of him the way he needed to be taken care of. She knew he was not really aware of his true needs, and she was the woman who would show him what he had missed all his life...

She put him in the passenger seat and buckled him in. She paused to wipe a tear from his cheek with the back of her fingers. She smiled lovingly and looked into his wet eyes. "Don't be afraid, pretty one, I will be very gentle with you. You will see that you have nothing to fear with me."

He nodded, and Beth closed the door and walked to the driver's side, her feet never touching the ground. As she drove, following his directions to his apartment building, she took his hand in hers to hold him. Somehow, she couldn't bear the thought of letting him go, even for a moment. The clock was ticking, after all, and the Courtship period certainly didn't last forever. She had to start right away to give him a taste of the life she could offer him.

"Jeffrey, I've decided it would be best for me to stay at your place tonight. We'll drop by my place and I'll grab a few things. It'll just take a moment."

Jeffrey looked up at her, his eyes still dazed from the shock and suddenness of it all, but he knew the rules of courtship and simply nodded his head. Immediately his mind began to tour his apartment, wondering if he had left anything unkempt that would show he was not a good housekeeper. Immediately after that he reminded himself that marriage was not his goal and so why would he care if his apartment was a mess? But he did care, and that's what worried him. 



Courtesan Cop Ch. 04



Note: This story is Female-dominant / male-submissive, with some BDSM twist to it. If you don't like that sort of thing, please return to the menu and choose a story you will enjoy! Thanks!! All characters are over 18.

Chapter 04

Bethany begins her Courting, and they have a discussion

Beth made her quick stop by her apartment, grabbed a toothbrush, some make up supplies, a clean pair of panties and some clothes for the next day, which was her day off at the spa. Jeffrey's apartment turned out to be only a couple miles from hers, so they quickly arrived and Beth parked in one of the visitor spaces and hopped out.

Beth grabbed her bag with all her stuff, and took Jeffrey's hand as they waited for the elevator. She looked at the object of her romantic pursuits and he seemed much more timid than ever before. He looked absolutely adorable in his tight little leggings and manly leather jacket. And he packed a gun, which was just so dangerous... My little policeman, she thought with a smile.

Jeffrey was still dazed with all that had gone on this day, since he was awakened by the phone call from Police Plaza. He needed time to think, and to be alone and sort things out. But it seemed that would not be in the cards, since he now had a Mistress and she had invited herself for a sleep over. He wondered if it had ever occurred to her that he was a virgin.

Very few women knew the inside of the Courtesan industry, and that a Courtesan's biggest paycheck was on the day he lost his virginity. It was a small but enormously lucrative market. One of the reasons a boy began work in one of the Houses, was because only in a Courtesan House would the marketing of his virginity be handled to maximize revenue. Even though the House took their percentage, a Courtesan could easily earn two or even three years income in one night with a woman of means.

Jeffrey had chosen not to get that paycheck before he went into the Police Academy because if he had, he would have been contracted to the House for the usual 3 year period. He'd have earned a very good living in those three years such that a boy could greatly add to his savings on top of his 'virgin money', but Jeffrey didn't want to wait to fulfill his dream of being a police officer, and so had never entered a house.

He had also never allowed himself to attract a Suitor, as had now happened to him anyway in a completely unexpected way. It was a great waste were he to give his virginity to Beth, regardless of the fact that she was a wonderful woman. He could buy his apartment for cash if he sold himself in a House. But to do so now would be to betray the honor of his suitor, Beth.

"Ugh, this gets more complicated the longer I think about it," he mumbled to himself.

"What was that dear?" said Beth.

"Oh, nothing," he said, "I was just thinking out loud..."

"What about, honey?" she asked in a helpful and supportive tone.

The Elevator door opened and some people got off. It was his neighbor Sheryl Kincaid and her husband Sean. Sheryl was a tall blue-eyed blonde in her mid-forties; Sean had black hair and brown eyes and was about 35. They smiled as one, and Sheryl said, "Hi, Jeffrey." She looked at Beth and back to Jeffrey, then her eyes flowed down his body to his ankle chain and her face went white as a sheet.

Sheryl stuttered, "Well, are you going to introduce me?"

Jeffrey was completely unprepared for this. He'd hoped he could get in and out of his apartment without running into anyone he knew, because he had no idea what to say.

"Well," Jeffrey said, "This is my Suitor, Bethany Remington. Ms. Remington, this is Ms. Sheryl Kincaid and her husband Msr. Sean Kincaid."

Sheryl's eyes went wide in shock. "Suitor? Well halleluiah, it seems our Jeffrey is finally on a leash. I'm very glad to meet you Bethany," said Sheryl, holding out her hand.

"And I'm glad to meet you too," said Beth as she took Sheryl's hand in greeting, "and hello to you too, Sean."

The Kincaids smiled and nodded. Sean looked at Jeffrey with a question in his eyes and Jeffrey shrugged and looked as confused as he really was. Sean was still grinning at him when Sheryl took his hand and began to drag him away.

"They seemed nice," said Beth, "are they your neighbors?"

"Yes, Mistress," said Jeffrey as he pushed the button for the tenth floor. As they rode the car up to Jeffrey's floor, he began to fill Beth in on some of the facts of his life. "The Kincaids live next door in a big corner duplex, along with Sheryl's consort Steven and her daughter Rene'. Steven is only 22, and Rene' just turned 17 last week. They are a very nice family, though you may be breaking Rene's heart since I've been trying to avoid her advances since I moved in. Obviously, I'm much too old for her, but I've tried to be civil. Sheryl owns a Mortgage company, and she's quite traditional."

"Ah, the complications of your life begin to unfold," said Beth with humor in her voice, "I hope to make your life simpler, not more complex, dear."

"I know, but we're going to have to talk. And I think whiskey would be appropriate. You need to know a lot more about me before you press your suit." Jeffrey was trying to be polite, but an edge of panic was beginning to set in as the dazedness of his latest adventure was beginning to wear off. "I am a Courtesan, and a Police Detective, and I have a life. Or at least I'm trying to build one..."

Beth gently put her hands on his shoulders and stood in front of him until he looked up into her eyes. "There's plenty I don't know, Jeffrey, and I want to hear it all. Most of all, I want you to understand something about me. I may have begun our relationship with the Courting Ritual, which in your mind might place me in the 'ultra-conservative' category, but I'm really just a big romantic. I don't want to break you, or destroy your life, or ruin your dreams. I want to learn about your dreams and support them. I am a very liberal woman and would have no problem with a husband who had a full career as a police officer. If you'll just talk to me, you may find out that you like the way I see things."

"Ok, fair enough," said Jeffrey, feeling better already. "I'll give it to you straight, and you can see what you can or cannot handle about me. But I'll tell you up front, I've never even considered that I would marry."

The elevator door opened and they stepped out into the hallway.

"Well then," said Beth with a warm but determined voice, "It is my job to convince you that it would be a very good idea for you to marry me, or we shall part ways." She held out her hand to shake, "Deal?"

Jeffrey smiled and said, "Deal," and shook her hand.

They took a few paces down the hall to Jeffrey's door, and he passed his identity card over the scanner, unlocking the door. They stepped into his apartment and Beth stood in the entryway, looking into the rooms with great interest. You could tell a lot about a boy from the way he lived -- especially if the boy lived alone. Her eyes scanned the living room; neat and tidy. She looked into the bedroom and saw that the queen-sized bed was unmade -- but just on one side. That was kind of cute, she thought, the bed was definitely out of balance but she hoped to remedy that soon.

Jeffrey moved into his space, smoothly depositing the key and contents of his pockets into a glass bowl on the entryway table, and slipping off his jacket which he dropped onto a chair in the living room.

The apartment consisted of a kitchenette with a little table and two chairs, a living room with two stuffed chairs, a sofa, coffee table, bookcase, and a TV on the wall, a half bathroom, and the bedroom. It was a 'studio' apartment, the smallest kind in the building and very suitable for a single person. Beth liked how manly it looked, fairly Spartan and simple. He wasn't a packrat, and that pleased her.

She looked at the bookcase and saw a mixture of classics, criminology textbooks, and shockingly, romance novels. How interesting, she thought, that the Courtesan with the cool exterior had a soft heart for romance. She smiled to herself that her choice of 'old school' Courtship was a good play after all.

Before Jeffrey could say anything, she whisked into the bedroom, deposited her bag on the dresser and flopped into a sitting position on the bed to see how comfy it was. She decided it would do. She looked up and smiled at the boy as he stood in the doorway, with a wary look.

Beth said, "Don't worry Jeffrey; I'm not planning to bed you at this moment. I'm just having fun checking out how you live. I'm learning lots of interesting things about you already."

Jeffrey looked sheepish and said, "Ok, I guess. It's not like I can stop you, apparently." He started unbuttoning his shirt, "I'm exhausted. How about I change and then get us some drinks and we can sit in the living room and talk."

"Sounds great to me, honey, I'll get out of your way." Beth hopped up off the bed and slid past him into the living room and seated herself on the sofa to wait for him.

Jeffrey undressed quickly, and tried to decide what to wear. The sun was going down, and he was tired. He really wanted to get into his flannel pajamas. On the other hand, he was entertaining a lady, and flannel pajamas were just frumpy and ugly. Vanity won out and he came out of the bedroom moments later wearing fashionable bedtime attire -- a sheer white thong with a sheer nightshirt over it.

He couldn't help but smile when Beth looked at him with pleasure and a little bit of lustiness in her eyes. No matter how he tried to deny it, that was the look a boy wanted to see when he dressed a little bit sexy, and it pleased him that she liked what she saw even though they had already spent hours together with him completely undressed.

Beth smiled and patted the couch next to her, "I've reserved a comfy spot for you, dear," she said warmly.

"Just a minute," said Jeffrey, "Let me get us a couple drinks so we can get down to business."

"I like the sound of that," said Beth with a wicked smirk. "But I know what you meant, and there will be plenty of time for making out later..."

Jeffrey blushed. My, this woman is incorrigible, he thought. "Yes, uh, right," he muttered with a little embarrassment. He fixed two stiff Maker's Marks on ice and set them on the coffee table -- on coasters -- which again pleased Beth. He sat down where she patted, and Beth snuggled up to him with her arm around his shoulders.

She sipped her whiskey, "Nice," she said, "Now then, dear, I think you have some things you want to say to me."

"Yes, Mistress," he said. 

Beth just couldn't stop herself from smiling, I do like the sound of that, she thought. "Say on, Beloved," she proclaimed.

Jeffrey settled into the warmth and comfort of her embrace, and began to tell her all the things he thought were most important for her to know...

His grandfather was a Courtesan whom his grandmother had taken to husband later in his career. Jeffrey's mother had always wanted him to follow in her father's footsteps and had enrolled him in Remy-Docault. He had always wanted to be a policeman, and had rebelled upon his licensure as a Courtesan and become an officer.

He told her that he was a virgin and why. This was a completely unexpected surprise to Beth, but she grew in respect for him. She understood the dilemma of basically pissing away a small fortune if she were to be the one to take his virginity. She told him she would think on this.

He told her of the Case of the Murdered Courtesan, Paul Fields, and that he had a meeting in the morning. He had already thought about it and suspected that he'd be on that case for a while, and perhaps even go under cover.

His dreams were to be a career police detective, and one day be the Captain at Police Plaza. He told her about saving ADA Murphy from kidnapping, to which Beth had replied, - "so you're the one" -- just like everyone else who had seen the news on TV but had not seen his face.

He told her a million other things, big and small and she patiently listened and only spoke with an occasional interested question.

In the end, Jeffrey was impressed that she didn't once judge anything, express and opinion, nor did she correct one of his. All of her questions were for clarity of understanding only, and it was clear that she was not only interested in everything he said, but that she seemed quite accepting, even of the sticky parts.

When Jeffrey had paused sufficiently, Beth asked, "Is that what you want to tell me for now?"

"Yes, I think that covers it, at least for now."

"Very well then," said Beth, "I didn't hear a single thing that changes my mind about you. Quite the contrary -- everything you've said just makes me think you are an even more outstanding catch." She sipped her whisky and gave him a chance to say something, but he didn't.

She said, "Alright, are you comfortable letting me talk for a while?"

"Yes, absolutely," said Jeffrey.

"Then I want to move a little bit. I'd like to have you lay down with your head in my lap and let me comfort you while you listen. Would that be ok?"

"Sure," said Jeffrey, smiling.

They jostled for position, chuckling at their awkwardness together, but finally Beth got him where she wanted him with his head cradled in her arm, against the arm of the couch, and his shoulders in her lap.

"Are you comfortable honey?"

"Yes, thank you," said Jeffrey.

Beth had an overwhelming desire to share an intimacy with him, and began to unbutton her shirt as she smiled down at his cherubic face. "You wouldn't mind if I gave you a breast, would you dear?" she asked.

"Not at all, Mistress, thank you," Jeffrey said.

She unhooked her bra and pushed her shirt aside to reveal a creamy white globe of soft warmth, topped with a nice silver-dollar sized areola of light brown and a pert button of nipple. She held her breast to his lips and wiggled to position herself to properly offer the boy to suckle. Jeffrey accepted the offer with gentleness and gratitude, drawing the warm brown flesh into his mouth as she nestled his face in the soft pillow of comfort that only a woman could provide a boy.

Jeffrey began to suckle gently and respectfully, lapping softly with a relaxed tongue. It pleased Bethany Remington that the boy seemed so content in her embrace, and his mouth felt good on her nipple. She rocked ever so slightly as she held his head to her, and though his mouth on her breast was arousing, she knew this was a time for nurture and love and comfort, not a time for sex.

She started to tell him what she thought of his life, and how she hoped to fit into it like a hand in a glove.

She told him she was delighted that he was a Courtesan, and was aroused just at the thought of enjoying some of his special charms. She said she understood about his virginity, and would not take it unless he asked her to. Instead, she allowed as how he might be able to sell his virginity to a House without any contract of any term. After all, she mused, he was a famous hero detective and that celebrity ought to bring a higher price and prestige to the house who would arrange his deflowering, such that their profit could be enormous and his fee could still be larger than average. This would of course have to happen before their official engagement, but if he chose this road, he had her permission.

She said he should think about this, and she would respect his virginity until he had made his decision, and she would support whatever decision he made. But that didn't mean they couldn't enjoy each other's bodies in the meantime, while he remained a virgin. Beyond that, she wasn't sure she'd want or need a consort in their future together. She'd prefer to have a husband be enough for her at home. If they married, she would of course require him to be faithful to her and pledged that she would keep him flowing well at home so that he would be too exhausted to mess around. And when she needed a little variety, she would see to it that her dalliances, if any, were satisfied far from home.

Secondly, she would be perfectly content to have her husband be a police detective. She was ready and willing to support his career, even if she had to hire someone to do some housework since she expected him to work long hours. All she wanted was for him to leave work and work and be hers when he was home.

She felt that what she had offered him should be enough to allay his fears, and asked if there were any other issue he'd like to address.

Jeffrey gently took his lips from her nipple and said, "No, Mistress," and immediately went back to her breast with renewed gusto. He began to suckle more vigorously and lapped more urgently at her erect nipple, turning a comforting suck at her breast into the beginnings of foreplay. 

Beth responded to his new techniques with the happiness only a woman can feel when her boy opens the door to her pleasure. "Mmmm... Jeffrey, that's very nice..." She caressed the side of his face with her free hand as she enjoyed his attentions and felt herself moistening.

"You know, dear, I have another breast that isn't getting any attention..." she cooed.

"Yes, Mistress," he said with a smile, sliding down and repositioning himself to accept her other nipple, which was fully erect and eager for his lips and tongue.

"Ahhh..." said Beth, as Jeffrey set to pleasing her fresh nipple. "You're such a naughty boy, making your Mistress wet her panties. I'll give you 20 minutes to stop that, Jeffrey," she said grinning.

He disengaged enough to speak, "Oh Mistress," he whispered, "I'm so sorry. I'll just have to clean up any moisture that I cause, please let me know when you wish me to take care of that problem." Immediately, his mouth was back on her breast, pleasuring her nipple fiercely.

She hugged him to her breast, "You're quite the naughty little Courtesan, my darling, and you're definitely going to have to take care of my problem right away. Up with you and help me get these slacks and wet panties off!"

Jeffrey quickly had her pants laid across the chair on top of his jacket, and a moment later her panties were dangling off of one ankle as he knelt between her thighs with her legs over his shoulders. He grinned the dark grin and boys have when they're determined that their Mistress will cum again and again, and he dove between her white flesh to demonstrate his affectionate talents between her thighs.

He began to slowly and methodically devour the soft pink folds of her womanhood, keeping her desire for more just ahead of his progress. It's always best err on the side of procrastination to keep a woman's arousal building mightily. Either she was naturally horny, even for a woman, or this Vixen had been hiding her arousal for quite some time, since he almost couldn't keep her from climbing the mountain to orgasm too fast. He wanted her to be excited to the edge, and to hold her there, teasing. If he let her come too quickly, her first orgasm would be less intense. He definitely wanted to have his Mistress shaking and screaming so that the entire floor would hear of her satisfaction and his skills.

Beth was moaning and writhing, bucking her hips against the onslaught of his tongue. "Oh, god...Jeffrey, oooooohhhhh yes! Yes!! YES!!!" He couldn't hold her back any longer, so he had no choice but to give her everything he had. He slipped a finger into her vagina and rubbed her G-spot and he flicked his tongue against the erect nub of her clitoris. With another finger, he probed gently at her anus, just pushing and circling without actually seeking entry. That was well more than enough.

"Oooohhhh gooooodddddd," Beth cried out as her head shook from side to side. Her body wracked with the throes of Orgasm as she struggled to ride the crashing waves of intense pleasure that overwhelmed her. He kept up his lovemaking and believed she had peaked four times in rapid succession before beginning a slow descent with many small bumps and hills. He became gentler as he helped down the mountainside, while making sure she bucked again and again at the outcroppings of pleasure that continually surprised her slow tumble down the last few hillocks. 




Courtesan Cop Ch. 04



Finally, with one last tensing, she gasped out a long-held breath and collapsed like a big beautiful rag doll. Jeffrey gently removed himself and placed her thighs together and then he curled up beside her with his head on her chest, kissing her breasts and holding her soothingly with his arms around her belly.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed the top of his head. After a few minutes, she had regained enough of herself to whisper. "That was by far the best and most orgasms I've ever had. I think I'll keep you."

Jeffrey smiled and thought to himself, poor girl, if she knew I'd give that only a 6 out of 10 she might run away. But I'll be slow and gentle. She'll need to get into shape to handle the quality and quantity of orgasms I can give her. After all, I've been to school for this...

After about 15 minutes of cuddling, the sun was down and it was truly dark outside. Though she outweighed him by 20 pounds, Jeffrey carefully picked Beth up and carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. He removed her blouse and bra, brought her a glass of water, lit a candle, and undressed.

He slipped under the light covers and molded his body to hers, letting her feel his erection against her thigh, and waited for her to decide what next. With his head on her shoulder and his face against the softness of her breast, he kissed her warm flesh as her breathing became more and more relaxed. He let her drift off for a nap and smiled. She didn't know what kind of lover she had chosen to court. He was glad to have a woman to please and he hoped he wouldn't wear the poor woman out.

About an hour later, Jeffrey was roused from dozing by Beth's hand caressing his hair. He looked up at her face which had that warm glow a woman gets when she's been well-serviced and satisfied.

She smiled down at him and asked, "Do you have any semen left for me, pretty one?"

"I'm sure there's a little bit for you, Mistress," he said playfully.

She grinned at his response, "I'm too tired to do the work, and I've been wondering what you'd look like with your pretty virgin penis sliding between my breasts. Would you like that, dear?"

"Oh yes, Mistress, that would be very nice."

"Then be a good little cowboy, hop up, and show me how you can thrust your penis between the girls like a horny bunny and then I want you to cum in my mouth. I've had a little taste earlier, but it wasn't nearly enough. I want a nice full cum to savor. I want to taste by boy's nectar."

Jeffrey was already on the move when he eagerly replied, "Yes, Mistress..." 



Courtesan Cop Ch. 05



Note: This story is Female-dominant / male-submissive, with some BDSM twist to it. If you don't like that sort of thing, please return to the menu and choose a story you will enjoy! Thanks!! All characters are over 18. This is part of a continuing story, and therefore the plotlines will not have fully resolved by the end of this installment. If you read this part before others have been completed, I thank you in advance for your patience...

And... if you are beginning this story here, you may be better off starting at part one, because it may not make much sense out of context...





Bethany Remington awoke well before dawn. She opened her eyes in the darkness and it took a few seconds for everything to come into focus in her mind. She was in a strange bed with a strange male breathing deeply in sleep next to her. She was naked, and she never slept naked.

Then sleep left her more fully and she smiled as reality caught up in her consciousness. She was a suitor and the boy next to her was Jeffrey, her little policeman. And a Courtesan, of all things! How delightful.

It is not often that a person wakes up and realizes that the truth of their life is better than the fantasy of sleep. Waking from a good dream into the harsh reality of work and bills and struggle is far more normal. She just lay on the soft pillow, looking at the back of her boy's head.

It was the first full day of her Courting Period – the time that she had exclusive dating/courting rights to this boy – a full 60 days without interference. During this time, her boy would wear her chain around his ankle with her name on it, and all women everywhere would respect that.

Plans of things to do to show her young man how good his life would be if he agreed to marry her flew through her mind. At the same time, caution was there too. She knew it was important to learn about him in every detail. Even though he was beautiful and a trained woman-pleaser, a girl had to protect herself. One never knew a boy without spending time with him and observing his behavior.

Jeffrey seemed polite and respectful. He was a police detective, a licensed Courtesan, and a virgin. She smiled at that last item, such a surprise that. And he had his own mind and his own dreams. She liked that about him very much. She thought a male whose only goal was to cook and clean and raise her babies was a bit on the boring side.

Jeffrey, the object of her affection, didn't know something about her yet, and she wanted to keep it quiet until she was satisfied that he was good marriage material. Part of her wanted to spill every fact of her life in one big gush, but she knew it could be overwhelming. And she wanted to win a man on her own merits, not because of her family.

As Jeffrey's suitor, it was her responsibility to woo him. His responsibility was to give her every opportunity to do so, but when the time came, he was not obligated to say 'yes'. Arranged marriages had been outlawed more than 50 years ago, and Beth thought it was good.

There was nothing worse than being married to an unhappy male, they could be so trying and just make a woman's life miserable. No matter how pretty or hung they were, if they were miserable, your whole house would be miserable. Beth had decided long ago, that no matter how attracted she was to a boy, she would never marry one who wasn't obviously head over heels in love with her.

The big secret Beth was holding back was that her mother was none other than Caroline Hathaway Remington, the heiress whose grandmothers on both sides were powerful industrialists.

Sara Hathaway, her paternal grandmother was a real estate tycoon and a household name in the Metropolitan area. Her mother's mother, Dari Remington, owned almost every railroad in the tri-state area outright.

Both women had birthed several children with their many husbands, and it was rumored that her Aunt Patricia had been sired by one of Daria's concubines. This made the extended families fairly large, but there was enough money lying about to support an army for a century.

This meant that Bethany never had to work a day in her life. But that was not her choice. She had been sickened by the haughty lives of many of her aunts and cousins – all happy to live like royalty and treat other people like servants or worse. Bethany thought it was odd for those women to think so much of themselves seeing as how they'd earned nothing they had, done nothing of value, and created nothing.

Those rich relatives simply lived off the sweat of their foremothers as though they had a right to do so. Bethany believed in being a contributing, useful person, regardless of her upbringing in one of the largest estates in the county. Therefore, she had sojourned in the world of the 'normal people', taking a modest apartment and a modest job, just to see how the 'other side' lived.

She had seen it so many times – how the wealth of the women in her family had wooed all the men they could ever desire and more, without a speck of real affection involved. Whereas, she observed many average working folk in a market or a park, where the woman was holding her husband's hand, patting his bottom, kissing him with real love – that what she wanted with a man.

So Bethany had decided she would hide her family from Jeffrey. He'd never know she was one of "those" Remingtons until after he had said 'yes' to her proposal, provided that she gave it. For now, she wanted to court the boy. She was attracted to him very much, but did she really deeply love him yet? She wasn't sure. Time would tell...

Bethany slipped out of the warm bed in the darkness and padded into the bathroom to relieve herself. She rifled his closet for a robe and found a terrycloth garment that would fit her and went into his little kitchenette. 

She couldn't keep the grin off of her face as she searched cupboards, drawers, and the refrigerator for the food and implements she needed. She was going to make him breakfast, and couldn't wait to see the look on his face. This was not woman's work, but she was not proud. She disliked the slavery of gender pride and hated the pride of the rich. So many simple pleasures in life were beneath the rich, and she knew it was a mistake.

Her mother had taught her that it was fun and rewarding to cook. Particularly because it tended to please the men in a girl's life so much that they would be good boys all day long in gratitude.

As Beth began to break eggs into the bowl and mix them for the omelets she would make, she grinned as she recalled the time when she was 14 and alone with her mother in the kitchen in the early darkness...

"Bethany," her mother had said as she stirred the eggs in a crystal bowl, "I think you're old enough now that I can let you in on a secret that few women know. It will serve you in life to listen carefully and remember. Would you like to hear it?"

"Yes, Mother," said the young lady, who always loved 'special' time with her mom alone. Such times were hard to come by since her mother had three husbands, two concubines, and business interests spanning the globe. Bethany worshipped her mother and always listened to her every word of wisdom.

"Many women - and certainly those in our economic bracket - would never think of preparing food, especially for a man. They would tell you that's what we have men for. They are idiots. That may be something that our men do for us girls, but they have other uses too." She paused to give her daughter a knowing grin that almost made Beth blush. Her prim and proper mother, the 'Dominatrix of Wall Street' so the newspapers said, was letting her hair down.

Beth's mom continued, "Simple things are best, dear, and don't forget it. Just standing here with my only daughter, making a breakfast that we are going to serve to your father in bed, is an exquisite joy. Don't miss out on simple things dear – especially food for your men when you are older."

Bethany watched her mother pour the eggs into the warm pan, already lined with melted butter. Sarah Hathaway Remington looked at her petite daughter – beautiful and becoming a woman – and sighed happily. She said, "Men are simple dear. They are not as complex as women. They are at their best when focused on one thing at a time, so don't overwhelm your boys with too many instructions at once."

Beth nodded at her mother in understanding, and Sara continued. "One of the delightful things about males is their simplicity. If you'll take the time to make them a simple omelet, or a sandwich, or grill them a hot dog, they'll think you're the greatest woman ever born, and they'll love you and be grateful. I know you think it's such a small thing, but it's something that men appreciate... A lot."

Beth nodded and her mother continued. "You're old enough for me to tell you a joke that's a little off color – they say men think with only two things, one is their stomach, and the other is not their brain."

Beth covered her mouth and suppressed a laugh. She'd heard that before from girls at school, but to hear her proper reserved mother make a reference to a boy's... well, his special parts... that was unexpectedly wicked.

Sara smiled, "There's some truth in that, dear; any woman with men can tell you. But my point is that making something for your boy to eat just warms his heart, and pays the wise woman dividends. And you know I just adore dividends."

"Yes, mom," said Beth, feeling a little cheeky, "I've heard that mentioned from time to time on the television."

Her mother grinned, "Well, there are dividends and there are dividends young lady, and the kind that men pay are really the best. Your dad is going to get woke up by his wife and daughter, and fed breakfast by our hands in his bed. He's going to feel very loved and special that we would take our time and effort to do this."

She looked at her daughter, "I love your father and I want him to feel loved. I want him to feel special. It's hard for a male to feel special, certainly when he's not the only husband in the house, and a woman has only so much time in her day. But he will be reminded this morning that I married him on purpose and I appreciate him. Do you understand, dear?"

"Yes, Mother," she said. She loved her daddy very much and was delighted to help her mother do something special for him, and hearing her mother affirm her love for Beth's dad was very satisfying to the young girl.

"So, generically speaking now, not just about your dad but about all males, a simple thing like this is a great pathway to a man's heart. In all my life, I've never seen a woman serve a man food, let alone make it for him, without him smiling like its Christmas morning. And the dividends are manifold – you do this every now and then for a boy and he will be an appreciative, attentive, affectionate, and obedient man for you – and that's the only kind to have – believe you me. You'd be wise to remember that in the future, young lady."

"Yes, mother," Beth had said.

And so here she was, in her beau's kitchen on their first morning together, making him an omelet just like her mother had for her daddy so many years ago. With the flick of her practiced wrist, she turned the omelet expertly in the pan and laid grated Swiss cheese and diced ham on one side.

She found some grapes and put them on a plate, slid the omelet onto it, and poured a cup of coffee. She half thought the smells of breakfast, easily carried in the small apartment, might have woken her boy already, but she hoped not.

She quickly carried the things into the bedroom and set them on the nightstand, seating herself on the edge of the bed next to him. She looked at her pretty little policeman, lying on his back now with an arm across his chest and the other over his head – still asleep.

He had pushed off the covers and was only under a sheet. She sheet was just below his waist, revealing his navel and the silver stud piercing. It looked cute. Grinning, Beth looked further down and saw the usual condition of a boy in the morning. Her Jeffrey was erect.

Casually, Beth picked up the sheet and moved it down to mid thigh, exposing the boy's naked genitals. She just sat and happily studied his penis standing stiff and erect. She loved the shape of him, the veins on his shaft, and the pinkness of his swollen glans. 

She loved that he was shaved as was the fashionable thing so that his most enjoyable assets could be clearly seen and appreciated. His thighs were close together so that his testes lay atop his thighs, looking big and full like the eggs Beth had just prepared. Beth was definitely a 'testicle girl' who greatly enjoyed how his testes looked as they lay relaxed in the pink and velvet-soft skin of his scrotum. 

Beth thought about the wonder of morning erections, even though he had given her a very nice ejaculation the night before. She could still taste him when she thought of it. And on that subject, she thought, it would be wrong to waste such a gorgeous erection and her mother had taught her not to be wasteful.

Everyone knew that boys couldn't really concentrate well if they aren't milked regularly – this was school yard talk among the girls, and confirmed in biology classes. It was a woman's responsibility to see to it that a male in her charge was kept 'properly serviced' so that he could be a contributing member of society and think clearly.

Or at least as clearly as boys could think... That was an unnecessarily demeaning thought, but Beth was a woman, and there was always a certain naughty pleasure in reducing males to their lowest form. 

She couldn't count the many times she'd heard another old saying whispered among ladies of all ages – that a male was really just a set of aesthetically pleasing and useful genitalia attached to a muscular body, suitable for heavy lifting.

It was also said that a male's ability to process higher brain functions varied indirectly with the amount of time since his last ejaculation. In other words, a woman was well served if she kept her men's 'pipes cleared' so that there would be no unhealthy build up of semen clogging his brain.

So, here she was, a Suitor with her Beau, and her Beau had an erection... Beth smiled to herself. What was a girl to do? It was her duty to womankind to take care of her young man properly.

She decided that it would be alright if the breakfast got just a little cold. She could take care of him quickly, she was sure, based on her past experiences - which were many. She'd certainly serviced a lot of boys in her college days... 

A coed college was a relatively new development since males had only recently begun to be admitted to schools of higher learning. Her school, a former girl's college for the rich, was a place where boys' mothers fought to get their sons into. And the boys just threw themselves at all the rich girls, hoping to land a wife that could support them in high style.

It was a playground of penises at Locksmoore College – no girl had to worry about getting a boy for a date - since there were plenty of boys available, and it seemed they were quite willing little sluts once you got them alone somewhere. The girls got a great education there, and the boys engaged in all sorts of sporting teams that employed tiny costumes or, more traditionally, none at all. 

Track and Field for boys meant that they wore supporters so that they could run without bouncing and flopping all over the place. But the Locksmoore girls loved their coed swimming team – mainly because it was a 'traditional' team, and 'traditional' meant that the boys didn't wear anything, and they shaved all the hair off their bodies to "reduce drag" in the water.

Just lovely. The stands never had an empty seat at a swim meet, what with all the naked boys walking around. The boys never had to worry about accidental erections during the meet, since the Locksmoore female student body felt obligated to 'help' their treasured team by seeing to their ejaculatory needs just prior to the start of the event.

Such nice memories of school days... In the locker room before the meet, all the boys lined up to be quickly 'serviced' by the willing female 'helpers'. She remembered how she and a few other chosen students were charged with the responsibility to 'relieve' the swimmers of their erections. The boys were all so excited and erect already, and the girls competed to make their boys spurt quickly, and to see which girl could take care of the most boys the fastest.

Beth smiled at her personal record of 6 boys in under 9 minutes - a record of which she was very proud.

Anyway, here was Bethany, looking at a nice stiff penis in need of release. It would be wrong to leave the poor boy erect. After all, he had to go to work today and would need to have all his detective faculties available. She didn't want him having erections during work hours with all those low class policewomen making snide comments about her delicious Beau's stiff penis...

Beth's soft and warm hand reached out and gently wrapped around Jeffrey's shaft, and she began to slowly stroke him up and down. Like any woman, she adored the feeling of velvet-covered steel in her hand. She liked to think of a boy as either having a soft and appealing penis, or a stiff and useful cock. Penises were for looking at and cocks were for playing with.

And it was so much fun to make a nice stiff cock spurt - such a delightfully rewarding pastime! And the best part about boys was that their penises were a renewable entertainment resource - a girl could turn a soft penis into a stiff and desperately spurting cock several times a day. How delightful!

Her Jeffrey's penis had definitely changed into a cock at the moment, and as his suitor, it was her right and responsibility to 'relieve' the stiffness of his cock, so that he could once again have a more comfortable, yet cute and adorable soft penis. She watched his face for signs of waking as she rubbed his cock lovingly.

It didn't take long before her Beau was roused from sleep, and his eyes squinted open in the soft pre-dawn light of the window.

She smiled lovingly and said, "Good morning Detective Mason. I made you breakfast, but i was...distracted by an urgent matter that seems to need my immediate attention." She glanced down at her hand, sliding slowly up and down his shaft, more caressing and fondling his stiff cock than really stroking - yet.

Jeffrey's eyes followed hers a moment and then returned to her face, grinning. "I see," he said sleepily, "and what are your plans for dealing with this urgent matter?"

"Well," she said as her eyes darkened just a bit to reveal a little bit of feminine lustiness, "I haven't yet made breakfast for myself, and I was thinking about having an appetizer..."

Jeffrey looked over at the plate on the nightstand. His eyes opened with surprise and he licked his lips. "Wow," he said softly, "You really made me breakfast?" 

"Yes," she said with pride in her voice, "Yes, I did."

Jeffrey's face was pensive, deep in thought. Beth decided to distract him a little more and see his reaction. It was important for a girl to perform experiments and measure the results during a courtship, so she gripped his penis and rubbed more vigorously.

Jeffrey's eyes closed and a soft gasp escaped his lips. He whispered, "That's really nice..."

Beth didn't know whether he was referring to the breakfast or her hand playing with his penis. Either one was acceptable to her, but she wanted to milk him dry before she fed him. First things first, she thought.

Beth's eyes never left his as she slowly lowered her mouth to the head of his penis and began to gently suck as she stroked him. She continued for a minute or so and then lifted her head.

She said, "Normally, I'd want to make this last for you, at least a little while, just to show you I can be an attentive and caring lover. And there will be times in our future, when I'll take you to the edge and keep you there until you're a writhing, blithering, incoherent and desperate boy - just so you'll remember who's the boss..." She smiled a wicked smile, and then said, "But I don't want your breakfast to be cold, so would you mind if I take your semen quickly, dear?"




Courtesan Cop Ch. 05



"Whatever you want, Mistress," said Jeffrey.

She smiled, "Always a very good answer, Jeffrey. I can get used to hearing you say that, sweetheart." She took him into her mouth again and started rubbing and sucking with a purpose, quickly causing the boy to begin to writhe in pleasure under her and gasp as she hummed happily to herself. 

Bethany was not without skill born of experience, particularly from all the hours 'helping' with the delicious Locksmoore swim team. It didn't take her long to bring her Jeffrey to the panting, moaning, wiggling precipice of climax that a girl just couldn't help but love to see.

From her vantage point, she could watch his face and his whole upper body. She loved how helpless and vulnerable he looked with his mouth open as he panted and sighed, and she thought the way his hands were gripping the pillow for dear life was just adorable.

She bore down on him, increasing her suction and speed of her strokes and was rewarded with a loud moan, so exquisitely male, as his whole body shook and tensed just before the release of his first spurt of semen into her greedily sucking mouth.

There it was, a nice big spurt of his fresh warm offering shot into her throat. She swallowed quickly and kept at it, making him spurt again and again, draining him as best she could. When his body finally fell back exhausted, she gently removed her mouth and smiled at him as she licked her lips in satisfaction.

His eyes were nearly closed, but looking at her. She made a show of swallowing and said, "You are yummy, dear boy, thanks for the breakfast snack."

"You're welcome," he whispered sleepily, "and thank you for the...wake up call."

Beth smiled and happily spent a few moments stroking his softening penis from base to tip, drawing little drops of additional semen up to make cute little pearls for her to gently dab with her soft tongue. She was quite pleased with herself for both her ability to make him come for her so quickly, and also for the amount of semen he had produced. He had given her a nice come, and that was very satisfying for any girl.

Beth always felt proud when she could make a boy come hard. It was a confirmation of her skills as a lover and as a woman. It made her feel great satisfaction to give a boy pleasure and take the reward of the semen he offered, and it was especially good to take a boy by surprise and force him to ejaculate quickly. A woman's natural dominance was always reinforced when she took a boy's semen quickly and easily. 

Another nice thing about boys was that they were almost always easy, she thought as she smiled to herself.

And now, as a practical woman, she needed to keep the day moving along. She said, "I know you'd like to roll over and sleep, pretty one, but that's not in the cards. Now you sit up and let me feed you breakfast, and then it's into the shower for you and then off to work."

"Yes, Mistress," he said, smiling and sitting up against the pillows.

Beth happily picked up the plate and swatted Jeffrey's hands away as he reached to take it. "Hands at your sides like a good boy," she said, "I'm going to feed my Beau his breakfast on our first morning together. So you just sit back and let your Mistress take care of you."

"Yes, Mistress," he said, a little bit amazed at her willingness to be so... well... wonderful to him. He dutifully opened his mouth each time she brought a fork laden with eggs or bacon toward him, having a hard time suppressing a grin while doing so. It was a new and delightful experience for him, and he just couldn't get over the warm feelings her care of him created in his heart.

Those were dangerous feelings, he reminded himself. It was one thing for a Courtesan to allow himself to be so thoroughly drained by a woman's aggressive morning behaviors, and even to enjoy the unique experience of being hand-fed. But to allow those warm feelings of being loved and cared for – well, those were not the kinds of feelings that a Courtesan allowed himself to have.

But Jeffrey set those thoughts out of his mind and began to think about the big meeting he had been told to attend this morning in the Captain's office. He wondered again what was in store for him...

Less than an hour later, Beth kissed Jeffrey and sent him on his way, smiling proudly that her boy was off at the appropriate time as she shooed him out the door. Boys needed a woman's guiding hand to keep them on task, she thought. Beth was a stickler for promptness, and no household of hers would be lazy or late anywhere. She was actually surprised that he'd managed to hold down a job without a woman to keep him on schedule.

Now, to see to a few changes in his apartment, she thought. It was a little sparse for her tastes. She would drive to her apartment and pick up a few things to make his apartment more livable...

She was excited to have the time to live with her Jeffrey during the courting period, and she was determined to win his love, no matter what the cost.

There was a cab strike on.

Jeffrey realized this when he hit the street and could find no taxi - that's when he remembered the news report the previous night. Damn it. He'd have to take the subway across town. And he was formally dressed.

If he'd had it to do over again, he'd have argued about how Beth had insisted he dress for the big meeting with the brass that morning. Beth had insisted that he step up his wardrobe and dress 'formally'. That meant a nicer shirt and tie, a silk jacket, and formal leggings with a foundation garment.

Now he would have to ride a crowded train in formal wear. It would be grueling, he was sure.

As he walked to the two blocks to the nearest station, he felt self-conscious about his clothes, and that was unusual. The formal leggings and the foundation briefs were meant for formal occasions, like dinners, theater, weddings, etc. Beth had insisted since he would be meeting with the captain and who knows who else, that he dress his very best.

Slave to fashion that any Courtesan was, Jeffrey had a full set of foundation briefs. They were male underwear that had not only an elastic opening in the crotch through which the genitals would hang naked, but also had a stiff tongue of sorts underneath to push the genitals up and outward, to present them more clearly. The television ads - all aimed at the Mistresses of the house - insisted that any male would look his best in these garments as they would "lift and present" the boy's charms delightfully.

The 'formal' leggings were woven of the usual thing and clingy fabric, though somehow more expensively, and the key feature was the genital pouch. Somehow, the fabric of the pouch integrated in 'formal' leggings was somehow more thin and sheer and clingy than seemed possible. The 'formal' pouch made every detail of a male's shape, size, and even hints of color clearly visible.

It was almost like merely painting a boy's genitals, and was the most revealing garment made for males, as it was the closest thing to being naked. The upside was that 'formal wear' always got appreciative ogling from the females, and at least that was something.

The problem Jeffrey dreaded, as he walked down the stairs into the subway station, was that he would soon be subject not only to the grinning stares of every woman, but he knew he would be the subject of anonymous groping in the crowded train compartment. 

He passed his rail card across the terminal scanner and stood in the waiting area just as a train pulled up. There was a small group of female executives with briefcases and blackberries that arranged to make room for him, and then closed tightly around him. 

They smiled nicely, as the door closed, but he caught them glancing and grinning furtively at each other and he knew what he was in for. He took a deep breath and relaxed, knowing there was nothing he could do without making a big scene, and as the larger women crowded around him, he couldn't be seen by other passengers anyway.

The care was quite crowded and it began to move. Almost immediately he felt hands begin to caress his bottom - which was often affectionately referred to as 'a cute bubble-butt' by females he had known. Then he felt hands caress his thighs from either side, and as the train got up to speed, an anonymous hand boldly cupped his genitals and began to massage.

This was the old game. The boy couldn't stop the caresses, so he just had to relax and think of other things. The women were intent not only on copping a feel, which was nice of itself, but the secondary goal was to make the boy have an embarrassing erection when he got off the train.

If a boy did have an erect penis coming off a train, everybody knew why and he would be looked at as a 'slut', even though it was not his doing. The old double-standard at work - nothing new there.

Jeffrey tried to relax as the anonymous hands took turns caressing, squeezing, and fondling his nearly naked genitals through the oh-so-sheer pouch. He used all his powers of control as a Courtesan to not be affected by the lewd and erotic behavior of these ladies. He was glad that Beth had so recently relieved him, since it was a great help.

He heard voices whisper in his ears. "Come on, pretty one, give us a little stiffy..." "Don't be bashful, little slut..." "Can you make a little spurt in your pretty pouch, dear?" And so on.

Happily, Jeffrey was still soft when he stepped off the train, much to the disappointment of the band of gropers who dutifully let him off at his stop. At least they observed the rules of fair play, he thought.

Jeffrey climbed the steps out of the Plaza Station, and hit the street right next to Police Plaza. He mounted the steps of the 'office' and noted the exact spot where he had shot the Felon and saved the life of ADA (now DA) Murphy.

It caused a smile to play on his lips. That was a fun day, he thought.

At exactly 8AM he walked into the Captain's office and stopped dead in his tracks.

Sitting there, like it was nothing special, were the severe and gaunt-looking Captain Ellen Andrews, the voluptuous Police Commissioner Patricia Kinkaid, the prim and motherly Lt. Dorothy Sheldon, the severe-looking District Attorney Angela Murphy (who smiled and winked at her favorite boy-cop), and the esteemed and chubby Mayor Catherine Marshall.

It was like a 'who's who' of city politics and law-enforcement.

The women were all grinning and giving Jeffrey the once-over, particularly attentive to the sheer pouch of his formal wear. But then as one, the women's eyes all focused on the chain around his right ankle, and began to frown.

ADA Murphy was the first to speak. "What the hell, Jeffrey?" she said, staring at his ankle chain, "When did this happen?"

"Yesterday, Ma'am," said Jeffrey, feeling the palpable disapproval in the room.

There ensued hushed words between all the women of power as they tried to make sense of the situation, which apparently had large impact. After a few minutes of harsh whispers, Murphy spoke again.

"Who's the suitor?"

Jeffrey gave Bethany's name and cell number.

Murphy smiled and spoke in a confident voice to the other women. "Give the boy the details while I make the call." 

She got up from her chair and left the room, grinning at Jeffrey as she passed. She whispered, "My, you are a complicated little beastie..." as she went by and out the door.

The remaining women all looked at Lt. Sheldon, and she cleared her throat and spoke. "Detective Mason," she said, obviously not happy with the latest developments, "I'll make this short. We don't know what effect your Courtship will have on this matter, but while DA Murphy sees what she can do, I will explain our idea."

There was additional nodding and frowning among the women and then Sheldon continued.

"The plan is...or was...to have you go under cover as a Courtesan. Uh...the same...style...as was our victim Paul Valentine, in the hopes of luring the UnSub into the open and making an arrest."

She paused to see how Jeffrey would react, but he remained stoic, even though his mind and heart were racing at the implications.

She continued. "The part of this case that has been kept from the media, and even from almost everyone who is not in this room is this: Paul Valentine was victim number 3. We have a Serial Killer."

Jeffrey's mouth dropped open and he didn't know what to say. Three victims and nobody knew anything...

He asked, "How has it been kept silent?"

Lt. Sheldon was surprised that this was the boy's question, and not a question about his dangerous role in the scheme. She liked him even more, and was almost to the point of respecting him as a policeman.

"As you know better than any of us," she said, "a boy like Paul Valentine is a very expensive and...exclusive commodity." She regretted that last word the moment it came from her lips, but seeing no reaction from the boy, she continued.

"His clientele, as well as that of the other two victims, was...how should I say it...high class? In other words, everyone in this office is under enormous pressure from many very influential people to both keep this quiet, and get it solved. That's all I will say at this time."

Jeffrey imagined who these 'influential' people were... but to muzzle the media and the law enforcement machine of the city meant that they were indeed some powerful women. Jeffrey knew that powerful and rich women were the kind that could afford and enjoy a session with a boy like Paul, and really, it wasn't much of a surprise.

Just then, DA Murphy strutted back into the room, winking at Jeffrey as she passed him.

All eyes were on Murphy as she said, "Not a problem with the Suitor. She is quite the open-minded young lady. It's Bethany Remington, and I do mean that kind of Remington." There was a collective gasp among the women present, as if this was a very important bit of information.

Whatever it meant, it was lost on Jeffrey and he couldn't keep the confusion off his face.

Murphy looked at him with surprise and then she giggled. "He doesn't know," she said, "how precious!"

Jeffrey frowned at her.

She said, "I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean to make fun. But you really don't know who she is, do you?"

"I guess not," said Jeffrey, feeling like a complete idiot.

"Well, dear, don't be alarmed but her mother is Sarah Hathaway Remington."

"Oh my god," Jeffrey said, visibly shaken. How could Beth have kept this from him. He was both awed by her humility and angered by her secrecy. She was going to get both barrels and have one pissed-off boy on her hands when he got home...

Murphy said, "Don't feel bad, honey, it's not your fault. Bethany is known to be an independent vixen in the circles of high society. It would be like her to go 'old school' and court a boy, and also to have a job and keep her true identity quiet. She's either nuts or a heroine of sorts. Given her taste in boys, I'd bet on the latter."

Murphy smiled and gave Jeffrey a pat on the shoulder. "Cheer up pretty one, you've just landed the most eligible bachelorette in the City."

More whispers ensued between the women of power. Their lives and plans had become, again, even more complicated at this new revelation.

Murphy rolled her eyes and interrupted the banter. Even though the Mayor was present, it was lost on nobody that Murphy was the most powerful politico in the room. She could have the Mayor's job any time she wanted it, so she was actually the First Lady in the room. For that matter, in any room in the City as far as politics were concerned.

She said, "Ladies, the Suitor is not a problem. She's completely cooperative, and kind of fascinated by the whole thing. But there is one thing we'll have to deal with." She smiled at the last moment of her secret knowledge before she would have to share it with the other women of power.

Murphy said, "Our Detective Jeffrey, Licensed Courtesan of the Remy-Doucault School, is a virgin. He never went to a house and there was never an auction."

The room was filled with shocked silence.

Murphy just looked at her favorite policeman and murmured under her breath, "just marvelous..."

Jeffrey felt like he had been stripped bare. His whole life was now an open book that he had hoped to keep closed so that he could live a fairly normal police detective's life. The issue and complexities of his being a Courtesan was always in the background. But now it was at the forefront of everything - just where he wanted it NOT to be.

He just waited to be fired, or yelled at, or something. He felt undone. But he had underestimated Murphy.

The District Attorney to his rescue, again.

She said, "Look, Ladies, this is a simple set of problems that will take about 24 hours to resolve. As I see it there is nothing stopping the plan of putting Detective Mason under cover on this investigation, as long as he volunteers."

Her steely gray eyes fixed upon Jeffrey, and he nodded, hoping for the best.

"Good," she said, turning her gaze back to the room at large. "Number one - we simply have to get him properly laid. My assistant is in contact with Bethany and is poling various persons of interest to establish value. She is also in contact with Ms. Rene' Albergion, Mistress of the Caledonia House, my personal friend, who will officiate the matter discretely and without charge."

Murphy looked to see if everyone was understanding the situation, and seeing nodding heads all around, she continued.

"This matter can be put to rest either tonight, or tomorrow evening, if it's alright with our Jeffrey." She saw Jeffrey give a resigned shrug - things seemed pretty much out of his hands at this point anyway, and she spoke again.

"The next matter is that little ankle chain. A Courtesan wouldn't wear one, and so as an undercover officer, neither will Jeffrey. I have already obtained this permission from Bethany Remington."

She smiled and said, "So, by Friday night, I think we're in business. Unless anyone else has anything to add, I'll work with Lt. Sheldon to see to these matters personally."

The Mayor, Police Commissioner & Captain, and Lt. Sheldon all nodded agreement, and just like that, the meeting was over.

In a moment, only Jeffrey, Murphy, and Sheldon were still in the room, the other three women having fled.

Murphy's Blackberry beeped and she looked at it and then casually said, "So, Jeffrey, looks like you've an appointment for this evening at 8PM, to take care of the little problem of your virginity." She looked at him and frowned. "I'm sorry dear, I think I'm being too cavalier with an important moment in your life. I apologize. Let me start again. My assistant will test you Rene's number and you can talk to her about tonight. She has it all set up for you."

"Thanks, I guess," he said.

Just then a young woman entered the room. She was perhaps just under 30, with black hair and black eyes to match. Very pretty and lithely tall, she was a well dressed and entrancing figure.

Murphy said, "Jeffrey, this is Mandy, my personal assistant. She will drop in here at 3pm and take care of you from that time until your...date tonight."

Jeffrey shook the woman's hand and then Murphy and her assistant departed with a smile, leaving Jeffrey with the Lieutenant.

Lt. Sheldon said, "Wow, that was more than I expected. You're quite a complicated boy, aren't you Jeffrey."

"Yes, Ma'am," was all he could say.

"Well, Detective," she said, "I'm going to leave the politics and social issues to my betters and stick to police work. Let's go to my office and I'll get you up to speed on everything we know about the 3 murders, and how it is that we plan to keep you alive to the conclusion of this assignment. How's that?"

"That sounds really good, Ma'am," he said.

For the next several hours, Jeffrey learned all about the Courtesans who had been killed in similar fashion to the victim Paul, whose crime scene Jeffrey had analyzed. All during this time, he tried to keep his mind off the fact that he would be losing his virginity that night.




Courtesan Cop Ch. 05



It was protocol that the House would set up the liaison, and that the boy would know nothing of the woman who would bring him into 'manhood' until they met for a formal dinner the evening of their tryst. Jeffrey had no idea who it would be, nor could he know. 

He just hoped it wasn't a rich old ugly hag, which all too often happened to a new Courtesan.

He poured himself into the study of the details as Lt. Sheldon laid them out. Crime scene photos, medical examiner's records, the Courtesans' calendars and 'little black books' were all laid bare before him. Nothing he saw changed his opinions about the killer or killers that he had developed while reviewing the scene of Paul's murder.

It all fit. It was the same woman or women committing these crimes.

One interesting thing was that there were 7 rich and powerful clients listed commonly in the black books of all three Courtesans. And more interesting was the fact that one of the 7 names on that short list was Sarah Hathaway Remington.

Now it's going to get really complicated, thought Jeffrey...



Courtesan Cop Ch. 06



Note: This story is Female-dominant / male-submissive, with some BDSM twist to it.  If you don’t like that sort of thing, please return to the menu and choose a story you will enjoy!  Thanks!!  All characters are over 18.  This is part of a continuing story, and therefore the plotlines will not have fully resolved by the end of this installment.  If you read this part before others have been completed, I thank you in advance for your patience…
And… if you are beginning this story here, you may be better off starting at part one, because it may not make much sense out of context…
To save time, here is a recap of the background as a refresher course:  
*ROLE-REVERSAL:  This story takes place in a world exactly like our own with two major exceptions: the traditional roles of male and female, in terms of power and dominance, are reversed throughout society; and, the physical size of male and female are altered to suit the situation.  It’s a woman’s world, and boys have a tough time being taken seriously as the equals of women.   In this fictional world, women are physically larger, averaging about 6’tall.  Hips and breasts are large, and most women have ‘a little extra padding’.  Women wear dresses for formal occasions, and for daily wear it’s slacks, blouses, and coats – certainly feminine, but not revealing except that a woman’s exaggerated curves are impossible to hide.   Males average 5’7” tall, and are expected to maintain their muscular but trim figures, being out-weight by women an average of 25 pounds. 
 Boys know it is best to be submissive toward women, and women have engineered a society that strongly reinforces male submission and Female dominance.
*FASHION:  Fashion for boys is designed to make boys look desirable to women, which includes thin and/or sheer fabrics; form-fitting stretch-pants featuring an obvious and extra thin pouch to fully display their genital bulges; low-rise pants and cropped shirts to display bare midriffs and navel piercings.   Body hair is the bane of male fashion, and boys must take steps to be hairless from the neck down, especially there must be no noticeable pubic hair.  Male beauty is based on the model of the 18-year-old boy – fresh and clean and virile – so males of all ages are pressured to look ‘young’.   Boys must spend enormous time and effort in gyms and beauty salons living up to the ideal of ‘male beauty’.
*NUDITY: Art, advertising and all forms of media feature full frontal male nudity, including prime time TV shows.  Male nudity is a very ‘normal’ part of everyday life.  Male strip clubs are a popular place for women to have business meetings after hours.  Many restaurants feature scantily clad waiters, and if a bar wants to be really successful they must be licensed to have ‘bottomless’ waiters.  These societal ‘norms’ objectify the male body as a visual and sexual plaything and constantly reinforce the idea that men are merely sexual, not intellectual beings.
*SPANKING:  Boys need a firm maternal disciplinary hand to guide them, and it is the ‘norm’ for mothers to spank their sons all their lives, even after such time as they leave home or are married off.   Women also spank their adult husbands, consorts, boyfriends, etc., as it is assumed that all males are sometimes naughty or disobedient and need a woman’s guiding hand of discipline to keep them in their proper place.  It is expected that males of all ages receive regular disciplinary spankings so that they can be calm and productive in their subservient role in society.
*MARRIAGE: Most women take a husband, sometimes more than one, but society freely accepts that they may also have one or more ‘consorts’ (regular boys on the side).  Many affluent women will actually have their consort(s) live in their home alongside their husband(s).  A first husband would usually be 5 years younger than his wife, and as time passes, she will usually take her consorts and/or a second husband even younger.  No matter what the age of the woman, the ‘best’ age for her to take a male is 18-23.
*PROSTITUTION: Male prostitution is everywhere under the surface of society.  It is regarded as a bit ‘naughty’, but it is an accepted necessity in society and lightly regulated and controlled.   But there is a higher level of call-boy that is specially licensed by the government and is given some real respect, and there are actually trade schools for it. These very specially selected boys are trained from youth to be a ‘Courtesan’ – in the classical sense of being a sexual companion who is very well educated and intelligent, trained in the arts, fashion, music, courtesy and protocol, cooking, self defense, and every sort of high-brow knowledge.   This makes a courtesan an extremely interesting companion for a lady of means, both in and out of bed…
I think that’s enough to get up to speed on this fictional society… and now to the story:

Courtesan Cop, Ch.06

At 1.30pm that afternoon, Mandy Beckett, personal assistant to District Attorney Angela Murphy, walked casually into the office of a young and enterprising ADA named Kate Morris.  Kate’s office was just next to DA Murphy’s, and Mandy and Kate were friends since they were nearly the same age.
Kate had graduated with Honors at a distinguished university, receiving her Law Degree and passing the bar in her first attempt.  Mandy had a 4-year degree in business administration and was building her career as a personal handler for powerful politicians - proving her indispensability by always thinking 3 steps ahead of her boss.
As Mandy walked into the large office, Kate was just stepping out of her private room, wiping her lower lip with her fingertips and smiling.  The ‘private room’ was something most executives had attached to their offices.  It was a room in which they could enjoy activities during the day that they wouldn’t want everyone to see, usually involving their young secretaries.
Mandy glanced into the half open doorway and saw Peter, the cute young blond intern, standing completely naked as he prepared to put on his tiny thong pouch.  Mandy stopped a moment to admire the boy’s hairless genitals and was impressed with his size.
She hoped one day to have an office with a private room, and to have several young ‘assistants’ to supply her with visual entertainment as well as plenty of youthful semen.  She smirked at the fact that her friend had just relieved her pretty young boy of his juices for a light snack.
It was no surprise to Mandy.  Such pleasures were enjoyed in every office building in town.  She knew that ADA Kate Morris had just enjoyed milking an ejaculation from the boy, and swallowing the healthful semen she had taken from him.
Everybody knew that semen was good for a woman - to ingest the youthful seed, to apply the enriching fluid to her skin, to take the welcome spurts into her vagina - all were very healthful indeed.  And when a woman reaches a level of success where she can afford a youthful, handsome, well-endowed secretary…well then, why wouldn’t she enjoy the fruits of the boy’s charms?
And any young man lucky enough to be hired as a secretary, assistant, intern, - whatever - knew that he would be expected to put out.   A lot.  A good office boy knew his purpose, and what was expected from him in the workplace.  And the expectation was that there would be certain times each day when the boy would need to be very obedient and submissive, and allow his boss to take his pants down.
It was only natural for a powerful woman to satiate her needs a few times a day at the office.
A boy in such a position was hired to provide some relaxation, entertainment, comfort, and a frequent “snack” of his healthy boy juices for his Mistress to enjoy.  And that meant that his pants would be around his ankles several times a day in the service of his boss.
Mandy turned to Kate, who was just finishing licking her fingers, and said with a knowing grin, “Early afternoon snack, then?”
“Indeed,” said Kate, smiling in satisfaction, “my Peter seems always to have a snack ready whenever I need one.  That’s why I like the boy so…”
“I see,” said Mandy as she eyed the blushing young man, walking into the room with a cup of tea for his boss.  The boy wore a short tank top of a light blue color and a matching thong pouch that was absolutely sheer mesh, showing off the boy’s ‘talents’ in a very lewd and risqué fashion.
This sort of dress was certainly inappropriate for a business environment outside the private office of his boss.  But in her office, he was expected to wear whatever she chose for him.  And most executives allowed their secretaries only a sheer thong below the waist.
Mandy tore her eyes from Peter’s freshly-depleted, puffy pink genitals and raised her eyebrows at Kate in question.  Kate blushed and giggled, “I like a boy’s charms to be….visible.  It makes my day go by quicker.  Besides, I only have him wear such things in the confines of my office, if I have him wear anything at all...  It’s good for my morale.”
Mandy smirked and said, “Just don’t let him out of your office or the poor boy will be accosted by the entire staff and they’ll eat him alive.  He’s quite an attractive thing…”
“Don’t worry, I’m not much for sharing,” said Kate, “I like to keep my Peter all to myself.  He’s such a sweet boy, and very obedient.”
Young Peter, freshly out of High School and just turned 18, was bending over and cleaning Kate’s coffee table.  Mandy took in the view of his heavy testes dangling nicely between his thighs, just below his very cute little bottom.
She noticed that his bottom was a bit pink, and she asked, “Has he been a naughty boy?”
Kate grinned, “Well, this morning he spilled a little coffee on my desk, so of course I had to reprimand him.  He was a good boy across my lap, though.   He took his spanking very well and tried very hard not to wiggle too much or make too much noise.”
“Good boy,” Mandy grinned.  
Mandy changed the subject.  “Well, I just dropped by to confirm that you’ll be taking lead in the Alexandros case tomorrow.”
“Yes, I’m looking forward to it,” said the young ADA.  “Why is Murphy not taking it?  It’s such a high profile case and we know she likes the limelight…”
“She’s got an engagement this evening that may make her unable to be in court tomorrow morning so early,” said Mandy, “And she has every confidence in you, so don’t blow it.”
“Right.  Like I’d blow it….”  Then Kate grinned, “I guess I do blow some things regularly enough, just not cases.”  
While Mandy rolled her eyes, Kate said, “Hey look at this site I found…”
Mandy came around the desk and looked at the monitor of Kate’s computer.  A film was running showing a hot college aged boy, completely naked, crawling and rolling around on a silk-sheeted bed.  His pale white hairless skin contrasted markedly with the pinkness of his genitalia.  His testicles seemed quite large, hanging loosely in his pink scrotum, and his penis was a work of art - possibly 8” long and very thick with pronounced veins.  The head of his semi-erect penis was so dark a pink that it was almost purple.
“My goodness, you’re a perv,” said Mandy, never taking her eyes off the screen for a second, “Where did you find this site?”
Kate giggled, “It’s a pay-site called “boy-joy”, I think.  Anyway, they just have film after film of beautiful young well-endowed males, prancing around all pink and naked and wiggly - just the way I like them.  Sometimes the boys masturbate, but sometimes not.  Keep watching because this boy is going to rub and spurt quickly.”
The two 30-something women just stood motionless, watching the action on film.  The boy had rolled onto his back and lifted his knees high and tight together, so that his big pink testes were pushed out beneath his thighs - right at the camera. 
“Doesn’t that just look yummy?” asked Kate.
“Mmm,” replied Mandy.
He slowly spread his thighs wide, keeping his knees up high, to fully reveal his charms to the camera at the foot of the bed.  His pink penis was now fully erect and throbbing.
The young man kept smiling at the camera seductively - his eyes clearly saying ‘I know you ladies want me, you want to play with my big penis and make me spurt for you…’
Certainly, some things in life were true, and this was one of them.
Both women were unknowingly wiggling their hips and licking their lips as they watched the boy begin to stroke his stiff penis, causing his huge testicles to jiggle up and down with each stroke.
“Mmm,” said Kate, “Isn’t he nice?”
“Of course,” said Mandy, “He’s a beautiful boy and you shouldn’t watch things like this in your office.”
“Yes, but I love watching, don’t you?”
Just then, the boy on the screen was whimpering and moaning and then he began to spurt his semen.  The camera zoomed in on his penis, capturing a close up look at each healthy spurt, and there were a lot of them.  The boy just seemed to keep ejaculating without end.
Finally the boy fell back exhausted as the camera roamed all over his belly and genitals, recording each dollop and pool of semen glistening against the boy’s pale flesh.
“Tell me that doesn’t make you want to just lick him clean,” challenged Kate, “he looks so warm and fresh and yummy…”
“Ok, you win, he looks delicious,” admitted Mandy, gaining control of herself and her libido, “but I’ve got to get back to Murphy’s office before she shows up.”
Kate said, “Alright, but come back to visit soon, there are about a hundred clips like this on the site.  Plus there’s my Peter, for when we need something more than mere visual stimulation to pass the day.”
Mandy leaned close to her friend Kate, whispering so that the young and delectable Peter wouldn’t overhear.   “I’ve heard rumors, Kate.  How many times a day to you milk that boy?”
“I’m on a special protein diet,” mused Kate, “and I like to have a little snack from my boy 3 or 4 times a day.  It’s my right as his boss.  Is there a problem?”
“No problem,” said Mandy, “it’s just that you always seem to get the cutest interns with the biggest boy-parts, and I wonder how you do it.”
“Mad skills,” said Kate.
Mandy walked out the door, giving her friend’s intern Peter one more look.  That boy made her think very nasty things.  Nasty things indeed…
Mandy looked at her watch.  2 o’clock.  One hour until she’d go across the street and collect the young Courtesan and help him prepare for his deflowering.  She smiled at the thought.  The young detective was quite an eyeful, and smart as a whip they say…  She knew she would enjoy their afternoon together.
She walked into DA Murphy’s office and found the woman sitting at her desk.
“Kate’s ready for the Alexandros gig, no worries.”
“Good,” said Murphy, “How about the Courtesan?”
“I talked to Sheldon and the boy is still studying the case files like a good detective.  I’ll collect him in an hour, as you instructed.”
“Very well,” said Murphy, “do right by him, he’s a good boy.”
“Yes, Ma’am, I believe he is.”
As Mandy left the room, Angela Murphy looked up at the painting above her desk.  It was a fictional depiction of the Goddesses Justice, Order, and Compassion, who bore the recognizable faces of the three women historically credited with the founding of the Female-Dominant Society, almost 400 years ago.
Justice was seated with a man across her knees, spanking his pink bottom with her hand.  Her lips were open as if in scolding or lecture, but her eyes held love and harmony in them, expressing the knowledge that males needed discipline to live productive lives.
Order stood clothed in brocaded ceremonial robes depicting her power and authority, and she held the hands of a naked male at each of her sides.  Her size towered over the smaller males, her large bosom and wide hips spoke of feminine power, and her face was cast with serene dignity in the knowledge that women ruled and men obeyed.
Compassion was seated with a male reclining in her lap, suckling her ample breast as she fondled his erect penis with her gentle hand.  She looked down lovingly with an expression of nurture and care for the male’s needs.
These were the three virtues.  The pillars upon which society was ordered.  It was the natural way.
Murphy pondered the subjugation of the male of the species.  How they were made to dress, kept in the home mostly, were considered the weaker sex despite their muscular strength, and were dominated by the women in their lives.
She wondered if that was really fair to all men.  True, they were only men, but some of them showed great promise.  Some few seemed destined for great things.
She pondered the young Courtesan, Jeffrey Mason.  He could shoot, fight, think, all the things that a woman was supposed to do…  He was a mystery to her.  And she grinned at the thought that tonight the boy would be made a man.  Deflowered.  
His youthful penis would be sheathed, ridden long and hard multiple times before being eventually put away drained, exhausted, and very, very wet.  The deflowering ritual for a Courtesan was very specific, in that the boy would be made to ejaculate multiple times in his first session of lovemaking.
He would be engulfed into a woman.  She would have him come in her several times.  She would make him orally service her for as long as she could stand it, and then sheath him again and again until he could no longer give her a stiff penis for riding.
She would forcibly extract every last drop of semen from the boy’s body, leaving him completely drained and very well-fucked.
He was in for a wild night, that’s for sure.  Very much like a wedding night.  A boy’s first time with a woman, and experienced older woman, of course.  One who knew what to do with a young male’s body.
But this Jeffrey Mason was a licensed Courtesan.  A trained sex-worker - who had not yet had real sex.  What a conundrum!
She knew what a Courtesan could be like in bed.   She’d had a few.   So yielding yet aggressive.  Soft, warm, yummy - yet athletic and very thorough.  It was no wonder males were given all those strong muscles - when put to the right use, those muscles could engage in some very interesting sexual pleasures indeed.
Again, Murphy grinned.  Her favorite boy cop.  Her personal protector and hero.  What an amazing young man this Courtesan…   She wondered what the future would hold for him.
At that moment she remembered the assignment he’d been given - to pose as a submissive Courtesan and let women work out some of their most dominant emotions on his unmarked white flesh.
She made a mental note to remind the Captain and lieutenant to be sure to protect the boy.  She didn’t want him truly harmed…

Jeffrey looked up from the files he had poured through three times, to see Mandy, DA Murphy’s assistant, standing in the doorway watching him.
He scooped up his notes and put them in his bag.  He straightened his clothes quickly, causing Mandy to grin.  Boy’s were always so worried about their appearance, she thought.  This one would look good in rags…
“Hello, Ms. Beckett,” said Jeffrey.
“Hello, Detective Mason,” said Mandy with a big smile.  “Are you ready to come with me?”
Jeffrey’s eyes went a little wide for a moment.  He had not expected her to use such a seductive voice and turn a simple question into a naughty pun.
“Uh…Yes, Ma’am.”
She took Jeffrey’s arm and threaded it in hers, letting her left breast press against his forearm.   She knew she could never afford a man of his quality, but she could enjoy teasing him - at least while fulfilling her assignment.
They walked out to her car and got in, and started the drive outside the city, to the Manor that was Caledonia House, a very respectable brothel.   This was where the young detective sitting in the passenger seat would lose his virginity this night, thought Mandy.  
Won’t he be surprised to whom.
She giggled to herself thinking of this proper pretty boy being sheathed and pounded and ridden and milked dry for his first time.




Courtesan Cop Ch. 06



Mandy remembered the summer when she had her first boy all to herself - not that they had had intercourse, that would have been out of the question - but he was the first boy whose pants she took down and whose penis she played with.   He was actually her cousin Andrew, and he was only a year younger than her…

She had enticed Andrew into the boathouse on the promise of ice cream later if he’d just hang out with her for a while and be a good boy.  Truthfully they both knew what was going to happen - she knew her plans, and she could tell from the look on his face that he hoped she would make advances.  She liked how he’d developed into a good looking young man and was determined to have her way with him.
She decided that he was quite attractive, with his growing muscles, his cute round bottom - so ripe for spanking - and she just couldn’t keep her eyes off of the grown-up and filled-out shape of her cousin’s pouch.  
And she had wanted to get her hands on him for quite a while.
Alone.
So she had led him to the boathouse, and there she had kissed him.
She held him in her embrace, kissing him and even using her tongue.  She had gently begun to massage his nipples and then had pinched them as they kissed, causing the boy to whimper into her mouth, and she felt his body going softer and more submissive in her arms.
She laid him down on a blanket she had earlier set out, and he didn’t resist but instead laid softly with his hands at his sides and let her cradle his head in her arm as she continued to play with his nipples and kiss him.
She knew the boy - like all boys - was something of a slut at heart, yearning for a female to touch him and do things to him.  She knew he wouldn’t resist at all as she let her hand roam slowly downward from his nipple to his taut belly, and coming finally to rest softly upon his genital pouch.  She just laid her hand there, letting him feel it, making him want it, and his response to her kisses became more passionate.
She could feel his penis stirring to erection under her palm, but she played her cards with the coolness of having calculated this plan all afternoon, so she just let her hand lay upon his boy-parts and listened to him moan in submission to her advances.
Ever so slowly, she cupped him, giving gentle reassuring squeezes, letting him know it was alright to let her touch him.  She knew boys were easily aroused, having seen virtually every male she knew with an erection at least once, but she also knew it was best to take it slowly so that the boy could always tell himself that he had been seduced and helpless to resist.
She smiled as she felt his hips begin to wiggle involuntarily and his penis began to throb fully, getting stiffer by the minute.  She felt the fabric of his swimming suit stretch as it was designed to, giving space for the boy’s penis to expand and lengthen in her hand.
She held him tighter and began to kiss him with more passion as she let her hand slowly slide up to the low-rise waist band of his swimming pants.  Slowly, ever so slowly, her finger tips slipped under the waist band, and she followed the taut flesh of his abdomen downward, feeling the fresh stubble of his shaved pubic region tickle her hand as it moved down.
This was the moment of truth.  It was one thing for a girl to cop a feel of a boy’s pouch - it happened all the time and was something a boy had to accept.  
It was another for a boy to let a girl cup his pouch and hold still to let her really feel him up.  
But it was the real breakthrough when her hand went down his pants to touch and feel his naked genitals.
It was well known that once a girl got her hand down a boy’s pants, and touched his naked flesh, it was a relatively easy next step to get the boy’s pants down or even off.   If a boy laid still for a girl to slip her hand into his pants, he had already made the decision to allow her to milk him.
“Eureka,” she had thought as her finger tips touched her cousin’s swollen glans and her palm rested upon the stiffness of his shaft.  She let her hand slowly and gently explore his hot flesh - such a mixture of soft and firm things.  Firm but delicate testes in a soft scrotum, stiff erect flesh covered in the velvet soft and sensitive pink skin of his penis.
It was important to move slowly and let the boy’s arousal build so that he was beyond resistance, so she took her time kissing him and feeling him up.   She showed him that she was gentle and nurturing, not harsh.  She waited until his throbbing penis was fully stiff and pushing up against his pouch.
With her hand still gently fondling his naked genitals, she pulled her lips from his long enough to whisper, “Close your eyes and let me your suit down, Andrew.”
As she had expected, the boy hesitated only a moment before he closed his eyes, and then lifted his bottom to allow her to take his suit down.  She gripped the waist band of his little trunks and wiggled the garment down his thighs.  As she watched him surrender himself, she smiled in satisfaction, knowing that she would make him spurt.
It would be the first time she had ever taken a boy’s semen, so she wanted to do it well - just as she had read in a hundred trashy romance novels and magazine articles.
She began to kiss him again when he had relaxed back into her arm with his hands submissively at his sides once more.  Slowly, she let her fingers wrap around his shaft, really feeling the iron-in-velvet of an erect penis for the first time, and it was very much as described in books and in gossip with other girls.
She began to stroke slowly up and down, as all girls knew to do from whispered and giggling conversations growing up.  She was pleased that Andrew was responding with gasps and moans in their kiss and with cute wiggling of his slender hips.
She knew the kind of words that would make a boy melt in submission, and she whispered to him as she rubbed his penis, slowly increasing the pressure of her grip and quickening her strokes.
“Good boy, Andrew,” she cooed, “Just let me touch your pretty penis a little while.  That’s a good boy, just relax and let me touch you.  Yes, breathe deeply and surrender yourself to me…that’s right, good boy.    It’s ok, Andrew, I’m just going to touch you for a while, you can be a good boy for me and let me play with your penis.”
She kissed him some more, and then tried some of the naughty phrases she’d read in the trashy novels.  “Now lie still, pretty one, and keep quiet, we don’t want anyone to hear you moaning too loud, do we?   What if your sister saw you letting me touch you with your pants down?  She’d think you were a naughty boy… so be still now for me like a good boy.  It will be our secret that you’re a naughty boy and you let me take your pants down and touch your penis.”
He whimpered submissively, and she continued.  “I’m going to make you spurt your semen for me, Andrew.  And you know it’s naughty for a boy to let a girl make him spurt, but I know you’re going to be my naughty boy and spurt for me.  I know a boy tries to be good, but you really want to spurt for me.  You can’t help but be naughty, and it’s okay.  I understand…”
She smiled as his hips wiggled and he moaned in surrender to her.  She said, “And what happens to naughty boys let a girl pull down their pants, Andrew?  What do we have to do with naughty boys who spurt?”
“Spanking…” he whispered desperately.
“Yes,” she cooed, “Naughty boys who let girls play with their penises and make them spurt need to have a spanking.  It’s only natural.  But I won’t tell anyone you let me play with your penis as long as you are a good boy and lie still for me.   I’ll give you the spankings you need, so we can keep this our secret.  Isn’t that nice of me?”
He nodded that it was nice.
“ I know you need to spurt all your semen for me, but you must learn to be a good obedient boy and learn to ask permission to spurt for me, Andrew.  So when you feel that you must spurt, you will ask me for my permission to ejaculate.”
He nodded emphatically.
“Good boy,” she whispered as she noted the typical boy-reaction to hearing all her words about being naughty and deserving a spanking for letting his pants down.  It was so predictable, and amazingly easy to make a boy desperate to ejaculate.
Soon his breathing was labored and Mandy slowed her hand.  “Not yet, I want to play with you some more,” she said, and delighted to hear his desperate whimpers.  It made her so happy that she had brought him to the edge of ejaculation, making him completely in her power.  It was so fun!
Then she thought of the things that would follow his spurting - later, he’d have to lie across her lap in submission as she swatted his cute bottom.   She had spanked her brothers many times, whenever they were disobedient, and especially when she caught them masturbating - which was very strictly forbidden.  
But that wasn’t the same as spanking a boy whom she herself had made to ejaculate.  That would be amazing!
She said to him, “After I make you spurt for me, you’ll have to submit to a spanking, Andrew.  You’ll be a good boy and take your spanking, won’t you?”
He moaned and opened his eyes.   “Mandy…” he gasped as she sped up her hand motion.
“Yes, Andrew?” she whispered, speeding up her strokes even more, since she had read how fun it was to talk to a boy and make it almost impossible for him to answer because of her stimulating his penis.
“Ooohhh…” he groaned, “I… think… Aaaahhhh…. Oooohhhh…”
“I didn’t understand you,” she giggled, “are you trying to say something?”
“Aaahhh… please…. Oooohhh….”
“Please what, dear?”
“Spurt…. Ahhhh… for you……  oooohhh… please….”
She was delighted.  “Yes, you may spurt for me NOW,” she said, “I expect you to spurt hard for me now, Andrew, I want to see all your semen spurt out of your penis now!”
According to all the magazine articles, it was important not to merely allow a boy to ejaculate, but to actually command him to spurt - to make his ejaculation an act of submissive obedience.  Of course he would spurt anyway, but to frame his ejaculation as an act of obedience will increase his submissive feelings toward the girl who was controlling his penis.
The magazines said that this helped to make a boy become generally more obedient to a girl - and obedience is such a nice trait in a boy…
Mandy’s eyes went wide as she watched his first spurt.  He was a fountain, as young men always were.  She felt his whole body stiffen for a moment, and then release as his first spurt of semen came out of his penis and onto his belly.  Mandy thought it was the most precious thing she had ever seen, and determined at that moment to see him ejaculate it again.  Many times.
Mandy quickened her pace, watching in amazement as the boy spurted over and over, and feeling so proud that she had seduced him and made him spurt.  She felt so powerful and in-control as the boy’s whole body shook and responded so fully to just a simple movement of her hand.
By controlling his little penis, she controlled the boy - just like the novels, magazines, and her girlfriends’ words had promised.  It was too good to be true!
The look of complete submission on his face was priceless, and she exulted in her feelings of dominance over the boy as his semen began to slow into small spurts, simply running down her hand.   She was in total control of his body, and the pink throbbing head of his penis continued to reward her with little spurts as she pulled and squeezed and stroked it.
She felt his body relax against her, she heard his little whimpers of completion, and she continued to gently milk little droplets from his penis as the magazine articles had recommended.  
‘Never leave a drop left in him’ the articles said, ‘it’s important to show the boy that you require that he surrender every last drop of his semen, and that you will take it from him.  This way, he will know it is not his choice in the matter, but that you are in complete dominance over his penis and his semen.  Continue to gently milk his penis until it is soft again in your hand before releasing him.’
Mandy was thankful that the articles could provide such a good guide to milking a boy, and by following the instructions, she felt she had done a very good job!  She had taken a boy’s semen!  She felt like a real grown woman!  It was a marvel to actually cause a male to ejaculate, and she knew she would remember her first time in great detail forever.
When he was finally soft, she laid his penis gently on his belly, and followed the pattern she had read.  She cradled his head against her young bosom, caressed his face, and cooed encouragement and praise.
“That was a very nice ejaculation, Andrew.  I am very pleased with the amount of semen you spurted for me.  You were a very good boy for me and you did very well.  Now just relax and rest a while.”
She kissed him on the forehead and she liked how he’d smiled with embarrassment and pride mixed together.
She continued, as the articles recommended.  “Your penis looks very cute, all soft and covered with semen, Andrew.  You just rest and I’ll clean you up.”
She got some tissues from her purse and cleaned her hand and then his belly and genitals.  Then she reluctantly pulled his suit up and positioned him nicely in his pouch.  She thought, ‘that’ll keep you from having an erection, at least for a while,’ she giggled, ‘but not too long, I hope.’
Later that afternoon, Mandy’s older sister Julia pulled her aside on the patio of the lake house.  “What were you doing with Andrew in the boat house after lunch?”  Mandy was fearful until she saw her sister’s knowing grin.  “Were you making him naughty, Mandy?” she asked.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Of course you do.  I saw the little stain on his pouch, sis, and he seemed quite relaxed.”  Julia pulled Mandy close and whispered, “Tell me every detail.”
Mandy told her sister everything that happened and everything she’d done.  
Julia was impressed.  “My little sister is finally growing up,” she smiled, “so what are your plans now?”
“I want to do it again,” said Mandy, looking down and blushing a little.
Julia smiled, “Of course you do.  Who wouldn’t.”  She looked at her little sister and said with a wicked look in her eye, “Want some advice?”
“Sure,” said Mandy.
“I recommend that you do him 3 times a day, and spank him once a day for allowing it.  That’s a pretty good ratio, I think.  And you should tie him up at least a few times and do some T&D, that’ll really be fun.”
“What’s T&D?” asked Mandy.
Julia said, “Teasing and Denial, silly girl.  Take him right up to where he’s asking permission, then you squeeze his penis at the base to stop him from ejaculating.  Spend about a minute or two just fondling his testicles to let him half way cool down, and then start over.  You can do this as many times as you like as long as he doesn’t actually start to spurt - but when he does, finish him.  You tie him up and do this, and he’ll fall in love with you forever.”
“Wow, that seems almost cruel…”
“No, they love it.  It’s like a spanking - they complain when you do it, but it makes them happy none the less.  He’s a cute boy and if you don’t take full advantage of his 18th birthday, I will.”
Mandy frowned, “I want to take advantage, I assure you.  I’ve already started, obviously.”
“Yes, well, good.  Be sure not to waste any,” said Julia as she walked away.
Over the course of the following week by the lake, Mandy had taken her young cousin to the boathouse several times a day to masturbate him.  When everyone else was on the lake, she took the opportunity to tie him hand and foot, and do a little T&D on the boy.  When she finally let him ejaculate on those occasions, he really gushed for her.
She grew to love the T&D, she liked how the boy would writhe and moan and beg - very similar to what he did when she spanked him.
All day long, she treated him like her own boy, enjoying his body whenever she wanted, feeling and groping his pouch at any time others wouldn’t see her do it, in addition to playing with his naked penis for hours in the boat house.
She was very pleased to see how docile her cousin Andrew had become - he was very submissive to her after that first encounter and allowed her complete control of his genitals to fondle and play with as she desired.
In addition to milking him several times a day, she had taken him across her knee each evening, simply to remind him that he was a naughty boy for letting her take his pants down and do what she wanted with his penis.  He submitted to the spankings without complaint and took them well.
The magazines consistently recommended that milkings and spankings should go together to bring a boy into deep submission, and it certainly seemed to work very well for her with Andrew.
The last night at the lake, before they were all to go home, she made him ejaculate the final time while she held the head of his penis in her mouth.  It was her first taste of semen, and from that moment she knew why women raved about it.
It was a thrill to feel a boy ejaculate into her mouth - it was so intimate to feel the spurts of his warm rich boy-juice fill her mouth as he moaned and writhed beneath her - and not only did she find the taste of semen rather more pleasant than she had expected, but she felt as though it gave her a healthy ‘lift’ of attitude.  No wonder she had overheard older women whisper of the importance of ‘not wasting any’.  She regretted all the semen she had earlier cleaned up with tissues over the course of that week…
It was a wonderful time of discovery for her, and she had learned-by-doing about what to say to a boy during penis-milking to open up his submissive soul to her, how to employ over-the knees spanking to reinforce his submission, and to enjoy the healthful benefits of having ‘a little snack’ of semen.
Although Mandy had many other boys since then, Andrew would always hold a special place in her heart as her ‘first’.
Now her Andrew was all grown up and was now concubine to a nice woman who owned a shop… but in a way, he would always remain ‘hers’ since he was her first boy-toy, and she was his first mistress…

Mandy finished reminiscing about her cousin, and thought again about the Courtesan seated in the car next to her.  Tonight would be another ‘first’ for the handsome young police detective.  His first sheathing.  And she hoped it would be special for him.
She stopped the car in the parking lot of Caledonia House, and a sharply dressed woman of about 50 met them at the door.
“You must be Mandy, and this must be our Jeffrey,” she said warmly.
“Yes, we are,” said Mandy.
“I am Mistress Karena, and one of my duties is to prepare the young Courtesans of our house for their first engagement.  I am very honored to have this duty this evening, as I have followed the career of our young detective for quite some time.”  
She smiled warmly at Jeffrey, “Don’t worry dear, I’m going to take very good care of you.”  Then she looked at Mandy and said, “Please follow me.”
They walked through a long hallway and then down a flight of stairs, emerging into a spa area with a pool.  They stopped at a reception desk and Mistress Karena retrieved a small bag, from the girl at the counter, and then led them to a private room medical exam room.
Jeffrey undressed down to his tiny pouch-thong and a nurse came into the room, taking his temperature, blood pressure, and weighing him.  Then Karena handed the nurse the bag, which the nurse opened and retrieved two pills and two syringes.
Jeffrey obediently swallowed the pills and leaned over the table to receive the two injections on his hip.
All this time, Mandy greatly enjoyed looking at the young man’s body, and she imagined what it would be like to milk him as she had done with her cousin Andrew so long ago.   He was quite a prize and she envied the woman who would take his virginity that evening.
Mandy’s curiosity got the best of her and she finally asked, “What are the pills and injections for?”




Courtesan Cop Ch. 06



“Ah, my dear,” said the Mistress, “They are various herbs and compounds that will help our young man to perform at his very best.”
“Oh, my,” Mandy muttered under her breath.  She thought this was perhaps a glimpse into the world of Courtesan tricks of the trade.  She imagined Jeffrey’s penis remaining stiff for hours and ejaculating many times.  How marvelous, she thought.

A couple hours later, Jeffrey had been freshly shaved over his entire body, had a haircut and manicure, was massaged with exotic oils, and bathed in sweet smelling water by various attendants, all in a rather business-like manner.  
Of particular interest to her was the last ‘preparation’ - an application of some kind of cream that Karena herself had gently applied to his penis and scrotum.  She had put on several ‘coats’ of the stuff that seemed to soak into his skin rather quickly.
After that, she had applied a different lotion only to the head of his penis, again in several applications.
It was clear to Mandy that the pills and injections were working, since his penis had become erect and seemed to be intent to stay that way.  He wasn’t particularly large, she thought, but kind of average.  But what he lacked in size he made up for in beauty.  She thought his penis should be pictured in the dictionary under the word ‘erection’ as the perfect example.
Mandy followed as Jeffrey was lead naked down another hallway, and she had a chance to whisper to Karena.  “What were the lotions you applied to his genitals?” she asked.
Karena leaned close and replied, “The first lotion is to increase his sensitivity, so that he will be very responsive to stimulation for his Mistress, and the last just on his glans was to counteract and desensitize him.  In this way, it is intended, that he be a responsive lover who will last a while between ejaculations.”  The Mistress smiled knowingly, “A virgin is often overwhelmed by his first sheathing, and we’re trying to help him not embarrass himself by spurting too quickly.  Besides, it’s more fun to sheath a man if you can enjoy his stiffness for a while before you make him ejaculate, don’t you think?”
Mandy smiled, “Yes, I suppose so.”
“Showtime,” said Karena, as they entered the boudoir, where Jeffrey’s deflowering would take place.
Mandy saw a warm candle-lit room with draperies and richly appointed furnishings.  In the center was a very soft-looking and elaborately decorated riding bench, more richly appointed than she had ever seen.  Behind it, against a wall, was a very large 4-poster bed with a rich canopy of brocaded fabric that looked very romantic.
Mandy knew that after the initial coupling, the Mistress would un-tie the boy and take him to the bed for more slow and intimate lovemaking.
She watched from the side of the room as Jeffrey laid down on soft downy pads of the narrow bed-like bench.   He laid on his back, stretched out lengthwise down the narrow soft surface, and raised his arms above his head and closed his eyes.
The attendants used wide silk ribbons to secure his wrists and ankles to the bench gently but firmly.  His testicles were pulled up by one attendant while another secured a scarf across his thighs, pushing them tightly together, and then his testes were laid back down so that they were resting atop his thighs.  A final silken bond was fastened low across his hips to secure them in place.
Mandy smiled, amazed at how delightfully helpless and sexy he looked, with his stiff penis jutting straight up from his supine form.  Surely he was now at the mercy of the woman who would sheath and ride him.  The lucky woman would have the boy completely helpless to resist whatever she wanted to do - whatever way she wanted to enjoy his penis, she would be able to do it.
Many wondered how long the boy would be able to remain erect…hours?  Who knows?  She only knew that the woman who would take his virginity would have him as long as she wanted, only freeing the boy when she was through with him.
Seeing the delicious looking young man, all pale white flesh and stiff pink penis of him, it reminded her of the saddles at a rather risqué bar that many of her office mates attended regularly.  It was near the DA’s office in the down town section, and she herself had spent a few Friday nights out with the girls at that establishment.
It was called, “Jessie’s Last Ride”, and was a bar with an equestrian theme, and a very naughty place indeed.  The bar was bottomless, of course, since the law required that all waiters wear at least one article of clothing for modesty’s sake.  Which was a joke since the waiters were uniformed in tight-fitting mesh tank tops, cut short above their usually-pierced navels.
It was almost impossible for a woman to spend any time in the place without becoming aroused at being surrounded by so many naked and accessible penises.  At every table you could see waiters taking orders while female hands massaged, caressed, and fondled their genitals.
The waiters all seemed to be at least 5” long when flaccid, and of course much bigger when it was time for them to take the pill and pull duty in a saddle.  In the center of the room and above the bar, there were naked dancing boys, erect and writhing to the beat of the music, and masturbating (a strict societal no-no).  
The ladies cheered the dancers on and scream for them to ejaculate, applauding wildly when spurts of semen flew from the heights to land on tables or a lucky lady, who would wear the stain as a badge of honor, laughing happily at her good fortune.
It was a very busy bar, especially at the long mahogany bar itself, because it was lined with real English saddles that had ingeniously placed holes, just right for a jutting penis.  On a busy night, the staffing was high and the saddles were kept occupied with a waiter below and a customer above.
The waiters always would end their shift by taking an hour’s duty as a saddle boy, laying beneath the saddle with their enormous erect penises thrust upward so that any lady that liked what she saw could discard her panties and take a seat.
A woman could drop a quarter in a slot and cause the saddle to wiggle and vibrate, or even bounce slightly to give a lady a real ‘ride’.  On a Friday night, the place was packed and a girl had to take a number to get a seat at the bar and a chance to ride a nice big cock.  
The clientele were well-to-do women, lawyers, politicians, doctors, and business owners, because the prices were just crazy.  But the experience was worth it, at least once in a while…
So Mandy thought Jeffrey looked like a ‘saddle boy’ from Jessie’s as he lay on the sumptuous riding bench, awaiting the Mistress who would be the first woman to engulf his penis and possess it fully.  The boy’s breathing was deep and relaxed as he awaited his fate.  Mandy wondered if one of the pills might be a relaxing concoction to keep the boy from becoming nervous, though as a Licensed Courtesan, she doubted he would be nervous.
Finally, the moment arrived and a curtain was drawn back.  A woman entered the room, dressed in a lace robe of scarlet and black, obviously naked beneath it.  Her hair cascaded around her head and shoulders and she looked the picture of female beauty and power as she strode confidently toward her prey.
Mandy had never seen DA Angela Murphy look so nice.
There was a dark lust in the woman’s eyes as she looked at Jeffrey.  But when Jeffrey opened his eyes and looked at his Mistress, his pretty blues went wide with surprise.
Murphy said, “Hello, pretty one, I suppose you didn’t expect me.”
“No, Mistress,” he whispered, “I did not.”
She smiled down at him and said, “Well, I have friends in high places who arranged you for me, and I thought you might prefer not to be taken by a complete stranger.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” he said as he returned her smile.
Murphy looked at Mandy and Mistress Karena and smiled as she watched the attendants silently retreat and leave the room.
Murphy smiled warmly down at the boy again and said, “I suppose we should just get the deed done, so that we can be alone.  What do you think?”
“Yes, Mistress, I suppose that is best.”
Murphy parted her robe to reveal a well groomed patch of hair between her thighs - the sign of female maturity and superiority juxtaposed against the boy’s shaved-naked genitals - as she lifted a leg across his body and came to straddle his thighs.
She moved gracefully forward, taking Jeffrey’s erection in her hand and guiding it to the entrance of her vagina.  She whispered softly, “Are you ready pretty one?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered back.
Murphy looked at the two witnesses, as required by Courtesan Tradition, and said, “Are you ready?”
Karena smiled and nodded sagely while Mandy nodded her head with wide eyes.
Murphy looked Jeffrey in the eyes, turned her head slightly, and mouthed the words “Stay calm,” so that the witnesses could not hear her nor see her lips move.  Murphy rocked her hips slightly, let her robe fall at her side, and pressed downward until she was clearly seated on Jeffrey’s testicles, eliciting a groan from his throat as his eyes went wide.
Having seen what she expected, Karena smiled, nodded at Murphy, and took Mandy’s arm to lead her silently from the room.
Once the door had closed behind the two witnesses, Murphy smiled and giggled as Jeffrey looked up at her in complete shock and surprise.
Murphy glanced down at the joining of their groins and studied the head of Jeffrey’s penis as it jutted forward just visible in the curls of Murphy’s pubic hair.
“Consider this pay-back for saving my life, pretty one.”
“How?” muttered Jeffrey, still in obvious shock.
Murphy began to rub her labia up and down his shaft, and grind her clitoris against the stiff male flesh - obviously designed for this purpose.
“Oh, I have my ways…” said Murphy with a sly grin as she pleasured herself against the boy’s penis, “And besides, I think you’re going to be so grateful that you’ll make me come so many times I’ll pass out.  You are grateful, aren’t you dear boy?”
“Oh, yes, Mistress,” he said with his own devious grin, “I’ll consider it both an honor and a challenge to prove my gratitude.”
Murphy reached up and jostled his hair, “Good boy,” she said.  “Now then, I’m entitled to use you how I like, ooohh, and I like this, ahhhhh, very much, yesssssss, so just hold, mmmmmm, still for a minute…”
Murphy ground her engorged lips and clitoris against the underside of Jeffrey’s stiff penis, pressed against his belly - never having entered her - and she soon writhed in a long orgasm, screaming her pleasure as Jeffrey made submissive moaning sounds to increase her arousal.
When the woman collapsed satisfied onto his chest, Jeffrey soothed her with submissive words of praise according to Courtesan Tradition. “Oh Mistress, you’re so powerful and beautiful in orgasm,” he whispered, “it is my honor to be used for your pleasure.  Please take me and enjoy my body for your pleasure for as long as you wish.”
The words were hollow and old-sounding, but Murphy grinned at the tradition and said nothing while she caught her breath.
Eventually she got off of the boy and untied him, leading him to the big bed where she dropped her robe and motioned for Jeffrey to lie between her thighs as she lay on her back in position to be served.
He kissed her all the way down her body, teasing her nipples and belly, and finally beginning to work his magic with his lips and tongue upon her engorged and puffy pussy.  He proved very adept at thrilling her clitoris with flicks of his tongue while fingering her G-spot expertly, bringing her to rich, full, deep, mind-blowing, multiple orgasms.
Over the course of the next two hours, Jeffrey succeeded in exhausting the DA of the City with orgiastic bliss until she couldn’t take any more and begged him to stop.
As they lay together, cuddling in the afterglow of Murphy’s prolonged pleasure, she fell in and out of consciousness a few times, so deep was her relaxation.  When she came out of the sexually-driven stupor, she whispered, “I’ve never come like that in my life.  Not half that much in a week.  What do they teach you at Remy-Doucalt anyway?”
“Gratitude, Mistress,” he whispered as he caressed and kissed her breasts, “Gratitude.”
Murphy smiled and looked down at Jeffrey’s erect penis, still very stiff against her thigh.  “Whatever are we going to do with that penis of yours, pretty one?  You can’t go around town like that or you’ll be raped by dock-workers.”
“I don’t know, Mistress, what do you suggest?”
Murphy smiled, seeming to have got back a little energy.  “I suppose I’d like to watch you thrust, Jeffrey.  See if you know how to use that thing, and to see the look on your face when you spurt for me.  After all, I am sort of expected to drain you, am I not?”
“I would be delighted to serve you Mistress,” he whispered while nibbling lightly on her ear.
Murphy was delighted to watch the young Courtesan work his beautiful stiff cock between her breasts.  It was very pleasing to hear his moans and whimpers and to watch so closely as his penis spurted semen into her open mouth, onto her face, and running down her cheeks and neck.  She made him do it again, but the next time to spurt onto her breasts.
Then she raised her thighs and held them together as Jeffrey thrust his penis between them, so close to her pussy that his testicles bounced against her vulva with each thrust.  He ejaculated copiously into the juncture of her inner thighs and pubic mound and Murphy wisely spread the juicy puddle of semen all over her crotch to be sure that she had all the right ‘signs’ of having bed the boy properly.
Finally, she had him kneel between her spread thighs and masturbate, spurting his semen directly onto her vulva and labia as she parted her nether lips with her fingers.  When he was spent, she used her fingers to dip his semen into her vagina and rub it around.
“Ooh,” said Murphy, “That feels so nice and slippery.  Makes me wish I’d made you spurt in me, pretty one.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said, as he laid next to her with a softening penis.
Murphy was quiet for a while and then said, “Now I’ll need to explain everything so that you’re on the right page.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said as he snuggled his face between her breasts.
“You, Me, Bethany, and Mistress Karena are the only ones who know you’re still a virgin.  Do you understand?  My assistant Mandy was easily fooled as a witness, and therefore the entire political and law-enforcement circles in this town believe that you and I have just had vaginal intercourse.”
“How did Mistress Karena go along with this?” he asked.
Murphy smiled, “She is an old friend of mine, and she thinks this is the most romantic thing ever.  What with Bethany actually courting you old-school, and you saving my life, and me returning the favor to leave you pure for your suitor…  Karena thinks it’s all just delightfully daring and adventurous and steeped in the romance of old.  She’s a very traditional woman, as you well know.”
“Ah, I see,” said Jeffrey.  “So we’ll all keep my continued virginity a secret and that’s it then?”
Murphy grinned, “Well, not exactly.”
Jeffrey frowned, “What then?”
Murphy said, “Well, since I’ve gone to all this trouble, and it was considerable - believe me - I had to call in a lot of favors and twist a lot of arms to be the one in this bed tonight.  The bidding was high to deflower the city’s only decorated police detective / Courtesan, I can tell you.  But I did it and Bethany agreed.”
“Agreed to what?” he asked.
“Well, when you two are married and she has taken your virginity, she has agreed to loan you to me for a weekend and then I’ll get to really collect on all of this trouble.”
Jeffrey frowned, “That all assumes that Bethany will in fact marry me.  What if that’s not what I want?”
Murphy looked at him and all the compassion ran out of her eyes in an instant.  “Right now I’m your guardian angel, Jeffrey.   Your best friend in the city.  Don’t change that by screwing with my plans.  I can be your worst nightmare as an enemy and I don’t want that.”
She shook her head and her face relaxed back into pleasantness.  “I’m sorry.  I guess I live in a world of brinksmanship and intimidation.  Forgive me pretty one.  Bethany guaranteed me nothing and in fact said this would happen only if you chose to marry her.   You should think about it.  She is perhaps the best woman you could have as a wife and Mistress.  She is very progressive in her thinking about how to treat boys as near-equals.  Something I’m not on board with, but that’s how it is.”
Murphy held his face between her hands and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.  “Just consider Bethany’s offer, Jeffrey.  Talk to her.  Tell her about your worries, fears, dreams, and plans.  You may be surprised at her ideas being not far from yours at all.”
“Okay, Mistress, I will do as you ask.”
“Good boy,” said Murphy happily, “Now I supposed I should ring the bell and they can collect you and clean you up.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said, his mind brooding on what Murphy had done for him, and for Bethany, and what she suggested about really talking to Beth.  It bore much consideration.
Soon Karena, Mandy, and the attendants arrived, all beaming as if this had all been a wonderful honeymoon.  Jeffrey noticed Mandy and the attendants all eyeing Jeffrey’s soft penis and Murphy’s semen-soaked body with knowing smirks on their lips.
Karena winked at Jeffrey as she took him by the hand and led the naked boy from the room herself, leaving the others to attend to the DA.
When they were alone in the bathing room, Karena whispered, “I hope you appreciate what we have done for you, pretty one.”
“Oh yes, Mistress, I am truly grateful.”
“That’s a good boy.  Now you do what you have to for the criminal investigation - yes, Murphy filled me in somewhat - and get your cute bottom back to that lovely Bethany where you belong.”  The Mistress of Caledonia House took on a wistful look, “Ah, this is just too romantic for words.”
She turned to Jeffrey, “It’s enough to make an old woman hot in the panties - all this young love and devious doings - I think I’m going to go home and have my first husband for dinner!”  
She grinned at Jeffrey, and then was gone from the room, leaving him to shower and dress.
Jeffrey had some new ideas to consider about Bethany’s offer to court him for marriage.  But he also had to think about starting work as a ‘decoy Courtesan’ to try to capture the Courtesan Killer or Killers.
He decided his life was just becoming more complicated than a boy’s should be.
Maybe his mother was right about her goals for his career path.
Perhaps he shouldn’t have become a policeman after all.
But too late now.  He had a job to do.   He was determined to help catch the Courtesan Killer.  For Paul.  For the other Courtesans now dead.
And to save his own life.



Courtesan Cop Ch. 07



Note: This story is Female-dominant / male-submissive, with some BDSM twist to it. If you don't like that sort of thing, please return to the menu and choose a story you will enjoy! Thanks!! All characters are over 18. This is part of a continuing story, and therefore the plotlines will not have fully resolved by the end of this installment. If you read this part before others have been completed, I thank you in advance for your patience...

And... if you are beginning this story here, you may be better off starting at part one, because it may not make much sense out of context...

To save time, here is a recap of the background as a refresher course: 

*ROLE-REVERSAL: This story takes place in a world exactly like our own with two major exceptions: the traditional roles of male and female, in terms of power and dominance, are reversed throughout society; and, the physical size of male and female are altered to suit the situation. It's a woman's world, and boys have a tough time being taken seriously as the equals of women. In this fictional world, women are physically larger, averaging about 6'tall. Hips and breasts are large, and most women have 'a little extra padding'. Women wear dresses for formal occasions, and for daily wear it's slacks, blouses, and coats -- certainly feminine, but not revealing except that a woman's exaggerated curves are impossible to hide. Males average 5'7" tall, and are expected to maintain their muscular but trim figures, being out-weight by women an average of 25 pounds. 

Boys know it is best to be submissive toward women, and women have engineered a society that strongly reinforces male submission and Female dominance.

*FASHION: Fashion for boys is designed to make boys look desirable to women, which includes thin and/or sheer fabrics; form-fitting stretch-pants featuring an obvious and extra thin pouch to fully display their genital bulges; low-rise pants and cropped shirts to display bare midriffs and navel piercings. Body hair is the bane of male fashion, and boys must take steps to be hairless from the neck down, especially there must be no noticeable pubic hair. Male beauty is based on the model of the 18-year-old boy -- fresh and clean and virile -- so males of all ages are pressured to look 'young'. Boys must spend enormous time and effort in gyms and beauty salons living up to the ideal of 'male beauty'.

*NUDITY: Art, advertising and all forms of media feature full frontal male nudity, including prime time TV shows. Male nudity is a very 'normal' part of everyday life. Male strip clubs are a popular place for women to have business meetings after hours. Many restaurants feature scantily clad waiters, and if a bar wants to be really successful they must be licensed to have 'bottomless' waiters. These societal 'norms' objectify the male body as a visual and sexual plaything and constantly reinforce the idea that men are merely sexual, not intellectual beings.

*SPANKING: Boys need a firm maternal disciplinary hand to guide them, and it is the 'norm' for mothers to spank their sons all their lives, even after such time as they leave home or are married off. Women also spank their adult husbands, consorts, boyfriends, etc., as it is assumed that all males are sometimes naughty or disobedient and need a woman's guiding hand of discipline to keep them in their proper place. It is expected that males of all ages receive regular disciplinary spankings so that they can be calm and productive in their subservient role in society.

*MARRIAGE: Most women take a husband, sometimes more than one, but society freely accepts that they may also have one or more 'consorts' (regular boys on the side). Many affluent women will actually have their consort(s) live in their home alongside their husband(s). A first husband would usually be 5 years younger than his wife, and as time passes, she will usually take her consorts and/or a second husband even younger. No matter what the age of the woman, the 'best' age for her to take a male is 18-23.

*PROSTITUTION: Male prostitution is everywhere under the surface of society. It is regarded as a bit 'naughty', but it is an accepted necessity in society and lightly regulated and controlled. But there is a higher level of call-boy that is specially licensed by the government and is given some real respect, and there are actually trade schools for it. These very specially selected boys are trained from youth to be a 'Courtesan' -- in the classical sense of being a sexual companion who is very well educated and intelligent, trained in the arts, fashion, music, courtesy and protocol, cooking, self defense, and every sort of high-brow knowledge. This makes a courtesan an extremely interesting companion for a lady of means, both in and out of bed...

I think that's enough to get up to speed on this fictional society... and now to the story:

Jeffrey the Submissive Decoy:

Several weeks later...

It was 7pm when Jeffrey's cell phone went off. The tune was a specific song that indicated the caller was an unknown number. He picked up.

"Hello," he said in a sweet voice, "this is Jeffrey..."

"Well hello there, pretty one, my name is Darla."

"Glad to meet you, Darla, how may I be of service?"

"Ohh, I like how that sounds. I would like to make an appointment - are you by any chance free this evening?"

He smiled, always in a rush, these women... He said, "I usually don't take appointments on short notice with a Lady I haven't met... Do you suppose we have any friends in common that I could give a ring?"

"Sure, hon," said the voice, "You could ask Sheila Davis about Darla Mayfield, she knows us both quite well."

Sheila Davis was a tall blonde woman, statuesque and over 6' tall. Jeffrey smiled remembering how the woman had towered over him in high heels. How strict and powerful she seemed, and how she made his heart flutter with a mixture of fear and intimidation at the thought of what she would be capable of doing. 

But like many rich and powerful women, she turned out to be a very sweet and tender person once she let her hair down. They had started off with Jeffrey over her knees for a spanking, then she had tied him up and swatted him with a paddle, but at no time did her heart seem to be in it.

After that, they spent little time with corporal punishment and quite a lot of time in sixty-nine position. Sheila really loved the way Jeffrey's tongue pleasured her clitoris as she nursed many spurts from his penis. What she really loved was to orgasm while taking semen into her mouth - it was her top turn-on.

She had booked him from 6pm to midnight, but in their last hours together, she had held him and caressed his face as he suckled at her breast and massaged her pussy, listening to her tell him all the pain and struggle in her life. 

She really needed to talk to a man and open her heart. It was not uncommon. The responsibilities and stress upon a woman of her stature, with two husbands and a concubine, two kids, a big mortgage, trouble at work. Jeffrey was an escape - a mini pleasure-vacation for her, as was often the case among powerful women.

So Jeffrey told Darla he would give Sheila a ring. Darla gave him a number to call once Sheila had confirmed.

Sheila not only confirmed, but she also made an appointment to see Jeffrey the following afternoon for lunch, followed by a few hours together. Jeffrey smiled because he really liked Sheila, he would always go the extra mile to let her forget her worries.

Jeffrey, being a detective, said, "Oh, by the way, looks like I dropped Darla's number. This phone is giving me too much grief... anyway, could you give me her cell?"

He got the number.

It was not the number Darla had given him.

He dialed the cell number he'd received from Sheila, and an entirely different voice answered. 

"Hello," said the woman.

"Hi, my name is Jeffrey, and Sheila Davis gave me your number. Is this Darla?"

The voice brightened, "Yes, this is she." She lowered her voice, "Is this Jeffrey the Courtesan that Sheila just raves about?"

"Well, yes, I suppose, though modesty precludes me from admitting that Sheila raves about me..."

"Well, pretty one, to what do I owe this call?" her voice was suddenly sultry, "are you feeling lonely, honey? Are you trying to drum up business?"

Jeffrey chuckled, "Well, no, actually I had received a call from a Darla who left no number, remembered Sheila mentioning her friend, and so I was trying to get lucky that maybe the two Darlas were one in the same. Sorry to have bothered you, Mistress."

"Oh, it's not a problem at all. What woman doesn't like to receive phone calls from dashing young men with cute bottoms?" she giggled happily, "Speaking of which, now that I think of it, I suppose now that you've gone to all the trouble to find me, and been disappointed, are you free this evening?"

Jeffrey did a quick calculation in his head, decided what to do, and since he liked her voice he said, "Yes, Ma'am, I am available."

"Oh, goody, I am too. Shall I come to your lair around 8:30?"

"Yes, Mistress, that would be wonderful. I look forward to seeing you."

"Me too, I'll see you then, pretty one." And she hung up. Apparently she knew right where Jeffrey lived.

Jeffrey called Mandy, DA Murphy's assistant, and the woman who was acting as his handler for this undercover operation.

"Yes, Jeffrey," she said when she picked up.

"Hi, Mandy, can you trace the 'unknown' caller that hit my cell 11 minutes ago, and then also check this number..." He gave her the rundown of the two 'Darlas', and how he'd checked with the real Darla Mayfield and landed an appointment.

He planned to call the false Darla back and claim that a regular had trumped his schedule for the evening and try to get an appointment for the next day.

Mandy said, "Ok, do that, then call in and report. By that time I'll have the numbers traced."

Jeffrey called the false Darla's phone number and got a disconnected line.

Interesting, he thought. He guessed the false Darla didn't expect him to actually call Sheila and check.

Also interesting that the false Darla knew about Sheila...

He called Mandy again and gave her the information. Mandy said the 'unknown' was a prepaid disposable cell phone purchased out of state, and the disconnected number was a payphone in a ghetto that had been torn out by a traffic accident the night before. 

Both Mandy and Jeffrey were silent for a moment, thinking. 

"You know what?" said Mandy.

"Yes. This may have been first contact."

"Exactly. Keep up the work, be safe, and don't worry much, we're watching you like a hawk. By the way, those pants look nice on you. Maybe blue is your color. Bye." Jeffrey heard a click.

He looked down at himself, standing in front of Starbucks a block from his apartment. He was wearing tight navy blue leggings with a lighter blue pouch under a navy blue sweatshirt. His head swirled around, looking for his keepers while seeming not to.

There was nothing in sight. If his trained eyes couldn't catch his watchers, then he hoped the false Darla wouldn't be able to either.

He smiled as he put his cell into his pocket. That weird phone call had landed him two appointments.

Business was picking up.

Later, in Jeffrey's apartment, there was a knock on the door at about 8:35pm. Darla Mayfield (the real one). Jeffrey was dressed in a light blue sheer robe and a matching sheer string pouch. He liked to meet clients at the door looking ready and eager, to set them at ease.

Darla Mayfield was a woman in her mid forties, perhaps 5'10" tall, and pleasingly curvaceous, with black hair and striking gray eyes. In her 4" stilettos, she towered over Jeffrey as he stood barefoot. Under her coat, she wore a white silk blouse and a black skirt over the black high-heels.

She smiled and stepped quickly into the apartment, giving him the once-over as she strode by. She watched him close the door, eagerly eyeing his cute bottom, let fully exposed by his string pouch and clearly visible through the sheer fabric of his robe.

"My, you are a treat for the eyes, Jeffrey," she said happily.

"Thank you, Mistress," said Jeffrey softly, as he took her coat and hung it on a hanger in the hallway closet. "May I serve you a glass of wine, or perhaps sparkling water?"

"Yes, I'll take a glass of something red and full-bodied," she said as she took a seat on a comfortable chair.

"Yes, Mistress," he said, going to the kitchen and pouring a glass of expensive Cabernet. He returned and placed the glass on a coaster at her side. 

"Thank you, dear," she said. "I thought we might discuss a little business."

"Yes, Mistress."

"I have been wondering, ever since Sheila raved about you, as to what sort of plans you have available for taking a Matron...should this session please me, of course. And beyond that, could Sheila and I share a plan?"

All Courtesans had Matrons. Usually several. They were women who paid a monthly retainer to the boy in return for certain privileges regarding sessions, sleepovers, dates for events, and even travel companionship. There were as many 'plans' as there were clients who wanted them, and a working boy needed to have the regular income of a few Matrons in order to have a more steady cashflow.

"Yes, Mistress, I have available openings for a plan, and I would be delighted of two wonderful women wished to share me in a plan." He smiled and gave her his most submissive and therefore seductive face. "My Matron, or in your case, Matrons, can own me completely, 24 hours a month, for the amount of $9,500, Mistress."

"Hmmm," she said haughtily, "we'll see how you do, and I'll talk to Sheila."

"Yes, Mistress."

Jeffrey went to his knees before her and began to remove her shoes. "May I caress your feet after a hard day's work, my Mistress?"

"Yes, you may," she said smiling, "Such a good boy you are..."

He took off her shoes and she wiggled her toes to celebrate their freedom from tyranny. Jeffrey sat Indian style with her feet in his lap and went to work on her left foot, leaving her right foot so that her toes were touching his genital pouch. He knew that ladies liked to tease a boy with their feet.

Darla leaned back sighing and sipping wine, reveling in the pleasure of the foot massage, and the fun of probing the boy's pouch with her toes. They were silent a while as Jeffrey massaged her foot and she massaged his pouch. Just as she sensed some firmness building in his sheer pouch, the boy thwarted her mission by exchanging feet.

Darla shifted gears and began to play at his genitals with her left foot, undaunted by his ministrations. She couldn't decide which was nicer, the feeling of his massage or the feeling of his growing erection. She decided they were both nice.

After a few more minutes of bliss, the woman shifted in her seat a little, drawing her skirt up to mid thigh. "Jeffrey, my panties feel awfully tight..."

"Yes, Mistress, I can imagine..."

He stood and reached under her skirt with his hands and found the waistband of her panties, pulling them down and off her ankles before laying them carefully on the coffee table.

Darla's eyes were fiery hot, staring at Jeffrey's erection standing proudly and stretching his sheer pouch lewdly. She said, "Relax me, sweetheart..." as she slid her wide hips down the seat, pulled the front of her skirt up, and shifted her thighs up over the legs of the overstuffed chair.

Jeffrey knelt obediently between her thighs and lowered his face beneath her skirt. She let the skirt fall and smiled as she sipped her wine and enjoyed the boy's tongue bathing of her full and puffy nether lips.

My, he does have skills... she thought, as his lips and tongue so softly played upon the big spread lips of her vulva and labia. Her clitoris, like many women, was nearly as large as Jeffrey's forefinger, engorged and stiff and protruding half an inch. He pampered it with his tongue, sucked on it, and flicked the tip of his tongue against it, sending shivers of delicious sensation throughout her body.

"Mmmmm... That's sooo goooood..... Ahhhhhhh....yesssss.... Mmmmmmm...." Darla's hips were wiggling and rotating sensuously as she drank in all the pleasure the little Courtesan could give her. Occasionally, she would try to take another sip of wine, but it was very difficult to concentrate on the wine, given the overload of stimulation she was taking in.

"Oh, God..." she said, setting the wine glass down hastily and putting her hands on the back of Jeffrey's head. "Yessss.... God..... that's it, yes boy.... YES BOY!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Her body writhed and wracked as she came all over the little Courtesan, grinding her pussy and clitoris into his face.

For his part, Jeffrey was suckling her big clitoris and the surrounding flesh greedily, like the little slut he must be to practice his trade. He was happy she was coming hard for him - a happy post-orgasmic customer tended not to need to swat him so hard, if that's what she intended to do...

After several orgasmic peaks, Darla collapsed into the chair exhausted and pushed her little slut away. She absently moved her thighs back off the arms of the chair, sat up, and straightened her skirt.

"Very nice, Jeffrey," she said, breathing deeply, "we shall have to do that again later...."

Jeffrey stood as she waved him up, and she looked at his little pouch, still full of stiff penis. "You may take those pretty things off, dear, so that they won't become soiled."

"Yes, Mistress" he said, removing and hanging his robe, and then standing before her as he sexily slipped his string pouch off as she watched. He laid his little pouch next to her panties on the table and stood before her nude.

Her eyes scanned up and down his naked body several times, enjoying how pure and soft his hairless white skin looked, and her eyes came to rest and stay upon his hairless pink genitals. His testes looked so full and vulnerable, and his jutting penis made him seem so deliciously slutty.

She licked her lips, "I want a little wet snack to go with this wine, dear. Why don't you bring your pretty penis up here so I can taste you?"

"Yes, Mistress," he said. He climbed up onto the chair, placing his knees on the arms of the chair and his hands on the high back, positioning his penis directly in front of his client's mouth.

Smiling, Darla reached up and cupped his testicles in her hand, feeling their shape and fullness, and admiring the exquisite softness of his bare scrotum. She looked at his pale pink penis with the dark pink head, so beautifully shaped, and said, "I want you to thrust slowly and carefully in my mouth, pretty one, and don't spurt for me until I give you permission."

"Yes, Mistress," he said. He moved his hips gently forward as she opened her mouth to accept his penis. She liked his size - just right to comfortably fit in her mouth. He began to thrust slowly and she closed her lips and brought her tongue up to taste and feel his young shaft as it slide back and forth, in and out.

Her hands were sliding up and down his thighs and hips, feeling his muscles and squeezing is cute little bottom. She loved feeling his testes slap gently against her chin with each thrust. She loved having a boy do this - it left her hands free to explore, and the boy did all the work for as long as she liked.

As his modest penis slid in and out of her mouth gracefully, she explored the texture of his stiff penis, feeling the soft ridges of his pink head, the velvet skin, the little bumps and veins. She was pleased how the boy would give an occasional gasp when she sucked him, making his head throb and pulse.

She liked his size for this purpose, he was very comfortable in her mouth. And she liked that he was well trained to offer his penis for her enjoyment as long as she wished without spurting. He was a good boy and knew that he could not ejaculate without his Mistress' permission.




Courtesan Cop Ch. 07



She let him thrust comfortably in her mouth for a long while, relishing his flavor and sensations. She gently patted his bottom and looked up, signaling a pause, and he slowly withdrew. She took a sip of wine, and then she looked up into his pretty blue eyes.

"Now, Jeffrey, I want you to thrust more quickly, but not too deep, and I want you to go ahead and spurt for me now. I want to taste your cream."

"Yes, Mistress," he said.

With her hands on his bottom, she guided him into her mouth again and he began to thrust his penis forward between her lips with a little more vigor. "Mmmmm.... NNNNmmmmm...." She said in encouragement, her smiling eyes looking up again to watch the urgency on his face.

She thought how sweet he is, and so slutty - he really needs to cum... She began to suckle upon his penis, holding her tongue tight against his sliding shaft to increase the sensations. She was again delighted with the little moans and gasps escaping the boy's lips as his taut bare tummy and his round spankable bottom tensed to slide his thrusting penis forward and back lasciviously.

SWAT! Upon his bottom. SWAT-SWAT-SWAT!! Each of his curvy cheeks received firm spanks, in time with his little thrusts. She made him gasp and moan and his hips wiggled - SWAT-SWAT-SWAT - her hands took turns on his cheeks, adding a warm stinging bottom to the sensations he felt in his penis.

"Ohhhh..... Ahhhhh...." He whimpered seductively. SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT she responded. "Ohhh... Mistress.... OOOoooohhhh....." he cried, as she continued to swat his bottom more firmly and forcefully.

She wanted him to come for her as she spanked him - to mix the pleasure of spurting his semen into her mouth with the stinging reminder of the natural dominance of the female. Darla was a big believer that males should always be put in their place when they were allowed to spill semen.

Darla's thought of her boys at home, her 36 year old husband James and her 22 year old concubine Aiden, were never allowed to spurt except while their nipples were pinched or their testicles patted firmly, or their bottoms swatted. It kept them humble and submissive to her, like good boys should be...

Then she thought of the other thing she regularly did that kept them quite humble...

Jeffrey's gasps and moans were increasing steadily, she knew he was approaching that moment when he would deliver his sweet cream to her waiting lips. She was ready and happy to receive his submissive offering and swatted harder with her skilled palms as she sucked on his thrusting penis more urgently to force him to completion.

That was another thing she relished, as a real woman always did. She never 'allowed' a boy to spurt for her - it was a sign of her womanhood that she always took the proper steps to 'make' the boy come. She happily licked and sucked his thrusting, throbbing penis to make sure that he was forced to come. Such a thing should not be left to a boy's choice - it was always to be the careful choice of the woman as to how and when a boy's penis should spurt his cream.

"Arrrggghhhhh.... Mistressss....." gasped the boy, now completely caught up in her powers, "Mmaayyy... oooohhh... iiiii... come for.... Ahhhh.... You?" he asked in a small desperate voice.

Her big gray eyes looked up to his face, studying the desperation, need, and helplessness written in his creased forehead and anxious eyes. He simply looked adorable, if only she could keep him like this for hours.... But she had other plans for the boy, and so her lips smiled around his pretty cock, and she nodded slightly.

With three more thrusts of the Courtesan's delicious little penis, and three more firm SWATs from her experienced hands, a loud and helpless "Ooohhh!!!" of complete surrender leapt from his lips as he came. 

Darla gleefully gobbled his shaft, sucking spurt after spurt from the head of his penis, swallowing the first three down and then collecting the smaller spurts and pulses in her mouth to savor.

The boy's hips bucked with abandon as he whimpered and purred with the release of semen that she skillfully forced from his pulsing penis. Finally, his body went nearly limp and she had to help support his weight with her hands at his hips.

She held the boy firmly, bathing his spent but still pulsing penis with her semen-soaked tongue, licking and sucking a few last drops and savoring the flavor of his precious offering.

She swallowed, licked, swallowed again, cleaning him of every last pearl of her prize. She knew his glans was now dark pink and very sensitive, and though she was as gentle as possible as she licked him clean, she had to hold his hips still in her strong arms to keep him from pulling away until she was finished with him.

Once she was satisfied that she had milked the boy completely, she guided his hips away from her face, letting his softening penis plop from her lips, and she guided the shuddering boy to sit in her lap. She positioned herself and guided his position so that he could cuddle in her lap with his face at her breast.

"Good boy, Jeffrey," she said soothingly as she held his head in the nook of her left arm. With her free hand, she took a sip of wine, watching his angelic face as he closed his eyes and rested. 

She smiled as he whispered softly, "Thank you, Mistress."

Knowing what a boy needs after he is made to spurt, Darla unfastened a few buttons of her blouse and exposed the bra cup of her left breast. She could feel the milk letting down already as she unfastened the clasp that revealed her large brown nipple, already seeping, and held it to his mouth.

As the boy began to suckle, drinking the elixir of womanhood from her full breast, Darla thought how interesting nature was. How Woman had been made to care for man. It was almost embarrassing to her how matronly she had become over the years. After producing her daughter Veronica, as was the goal of child-bearing, her breasts had naturally kept their milk and probably would the rest of her life.

The milk was no longer for her child, but now for her males. She giggled how quickly her milk let down now after she drank semen. She thought it was a fair exchange, to take from a boy his life-giving juices, so healthy to womankind, and in return, give him the comfort of her warm milk from her soft breast.

She thought of her home, and her husband and concubine. How often she would take semen from both of them and then suckle both of her boys at the same time. It made such a wonderful bond in her family, to sit comfortably together in the living room with her two naked men at her breasts, their soft and spent penises laying moist at their groins as the suckled from their Mistress' bounty. 

To look across the room and see her daughter smiling contentedly, studying for another of her college exams, feeling safe and secure in her home in the knowledge that her mother cared well for both her father and her mother's young concubine. Darla always tried to set a good example for her daughter, so that she would grow up and take men of her own, treating them well in every respect.

For a woman's home should be happy. That didn't mean that her men didn't need regular discipline, certainly their bottoms should always have a rosy color or a few marks that showed their Mistress was strict. But also, there must be lots of love. Not just keeping her boys' semen well harvested, but caressing them, giving them her milkbond, and speaking lovingly to them.

As she looked at the pretty Courtesan at her breast, his eyes closed contentedly, she had no worry that she would milkbond him. She knew that many other women would need to suckle him too, as their milk let down during their time with him.

She stirred him up and guided him to her other breast, so that he could relieve its pressure as well. Darla loved suckling men, it was intimate and wholesome, and it was the natural order of things.

Sometime later, when her right breast felt comfortably drained, she said, "Jeffrey, it's time for you to get up, dear."

He opened his eyes sleepily, "Yes, Mistress," he said. He got up and stood before his client, hands obediently at his sides, soft pin sated genitals dangling relaxed between his smooth muscular thighs. "How may I serve you, Mistress?"

Darla smiled as she re-buttoned her blouse, feeling quite energetic from the warm rich semen she had recently imbibed. Her breasts felt free and easy again, and her pussy tingled a bit. She felt frisky and horny and wanted to play some more with her delicious little slut. 

She stood up, "I would like to go into the bedroom and have a little look in your closet, dear." She grinned at the little Courtesan standing before her so pliable and submissive-looking. "Do you think there are any toys in there I might like?"

She loved how the boy blushed, and she could see that there was a tinge of fear in his eyes. "Oh, yes, Mistress, I'm sure there are many things there that might please you." He looked down submissively, awaiting her next command.

Renewed with energy, the curvaceous brunette took him by the hand and lead the naked boy into his bedroom. She looked around and was pleased with the room, done in soft light blue colors, very comfortable and masculine with soft pillows and a plush duvet.

Darla let go of his hand and said softly, "Lie down on your tummy, Jeffrey, and I'll have a look in your closet."

Jeffrey swallowed and murmured, "Yes, Mistress."

She watched as the boy climbed onto the bed on hands and knees, his pink scrotum dangling delightfully beneath the rosy glow on his cute bottom. He settled himself on the bed, finally positioned submissively with his thighs parted adequately to expose his testicles, and his hands above his head.

Darla smiled as she opened the closet door and feasted her eyes on the available toys. There were gags and straps for securing a boy. There were paddles and strops and crops and canes with which to paint a pretty pink and red picture upon a boy's bottom. There was a small package of leather containing various sizes of urethral sounds, and various clips that could be wickedly applied to nipples or genitals.

In the far corner, beneath other things, she found what she was looking for. There were several vibrators of various sizes and shapes, and a few non-vibrating dildos. Eureka! There was an adjustable belt/harness suitable for mounting a dildo, and next to it, a double phallus object perfect for her burgeoning desires.

She chose the double-ended device and the harness. She laid them at the foot of the bed, between Jeffrey's spread thighs and giggled to herself as she got undressed.

Once nude, she returned to the closet and too out a small leather paddle, and a short nylon cane, placing them between the boy's legs as well. She walked to the head of the bed, seeing that his head was turned away from her and the closet in a submissive gesture. "Look at me," she said.

He turned his face and she saw his pretty blue eyes open wide, first in surprise, and then in appreciation. She liked that. She reached down and picked up the leather paddle. It was narrow, and she brought it gently against his testes and started giving little pats, eliciting a soft wiggle of his hips and a little moan.

"Do you like seeing me naked?" she asked, patting still gently, but with a little more firmness.

"NNnnn.. Ahh... Yes, Mistress, you are gorgeous..." Jeffrey responded as he felt the debilitating sensations going up through his abdomen as the woman gently spanked his testes.

"Good boy," she said. "Open wide for me," she said, nudging his thighs with the little paddle.

"Ooohh.... Mmm...." He moaned, as he spread his thighs wide for her, giving her greater access to torment his most tender parts.

"Now, lift your hips, dear," she said.

Jeffrey brought his hips up, bending his knees with thighs wide apart, with his face still buried in the pillows as he moaned.

"Good boy, that's very nice," said Darla as she now was able to swat at his pink testes from beneath, making him groan and wiggle and struggle to hold still.

"Jeffrey," she said, "Which would you like more - for me to continue swatting your testicles, or for me to use the cane to put pretty red stripes on your bottom?" As she spoke, she noted with amusement that the boy's penis was showing signs of lengthening and throbbing - such a little slut, she thought.

Jeffrey was beside himself, unable to think clearly enough to make a decision or even speak - such was the devastating torment Darla was giving him. There was the sharp pain in his testicles when the little paddle swatted his scrotum, even though she was very gentle, testicles are very susceptible to impact.

But far more debilitating was the thick, heavy ache that traveled up the boy's plumbing, from his testes up deep into his abdomen, that made him feel completely overwhelmed and conquered. All he could do was squeeze his eyes shut, grip the pillows more tightly, and moan in response.

"Alright, honey," said Darla with a wicked grin, "since you can't make up your mind..."

She picked up the little cane with her other hand, and laid a stripe across both of his upturned cheeks, low across his bottom, just above where his thighs connected - a very sensitive area, she knew.

That got his attention. "Aaaahhhh!!..." he whined.

She laid another stripe at almost the same spot, delighting in the two parallel red lines that formed in the aftermath of her strokes, and the way he wiggled his cute bottom for her, which she chose to interpret as eagerness for more.

Darla set up a rhythm of torment, using both the small leather paddle and the cane. Swat-swat-swat-STROKE, three pats of his testes for each cut of the cane. Very quickly she had the boy whimpering and moaning and wiggling his bottom wildly, trying to avoid her swats and strokes.

She stopped a moment, "Now, Jeffrey," she said sternly, "If you can't hold still, I'll have to strap you down. Is that what you need to be a good boy for me?"

He gasped in fear, "No Mistress," focusing all his feeble strength to keep his bottom still.

"Good boy," she said as she set the paddle down. "I think we only need a few more cane strokes to make your bottom pretty. Now be a good boy and hold perfectly still..."

He nodded, whimpering with tears in his eyes.

Darla reached into her purse, taking out her cell phone and turning on the camera. She held the phone in one hand and the cane in the other, and made herself a home movie as she striped the young Courtesan's bottom with six more strokes, each one wringing a wail or a gasp or a cry from his throat.

When she was finished, she took a few stills from the foot of the bed, prominently featuring the boy's red-striped bottom and his dark pink scrotum hanging loosely with his tormented and slightly swollen testicles.

She smiled, thinking of all the friends to whom she would send her little mementos, and perhaps she would put them up on her face book page, but then rejected that idea.

She laid her phone and the cane down, picking up the harness. She could feel her own wetness. Dominating the boy like this had made her very aroused. She was about to see to that in one of her favorite ways.

She left the boy in his submissive pose, whimpering, while she loosely put on the harness. She held the two-phallus appliance in her hand. She was familiar with it because she had one at home. It consisted of a relatively small penis shape, perhaps 5" long on one end, the harness connection point in the middle, and a curved phallus, on the other.

The curved phallus was long and thick and mechanical - not only did it vibrate, but the bulbous head could turn and swivel. Properly set in the harness, the woman could sheath 8" of the thick curving phallus in her vagina, enjoy it's vibrations against her clitoris and vaginal walls, and feel the spongy swiveling fat head play against the mouth of her cervix. With the smaller 5" phallus, she could penetrate a boy, and use the curved head to rub against a boy's prostate glade, and thereby force him to gush semen while she mounted him.

Darla put some lubricant, though hardly necessary, on the enormous curved phallus and pressed it into her body as a soft moan escaped her lips. This reminded her that there were truly very few males with a penis of this size and thickness, and that that was a shame...

She fitted the smaller penis through the fitting in the harness and strapped the leather tightly around her waist and thighs. She pressed a button, turning on the large penis inside her, and nearly swooned to the sensations of vibration upon her big clitoris and the 'pummeling' feeling of the swiveling head as it pressed and wiggled against her cervix.

"MMmmmm," she moaned in pleasure, and then she whispered, "Jeffrey, turn over and raise your knees, dear."

Jeffrey had a clue from the sounds of her preparations, and was not surprised when he rolled over to see his client on the verge or orgasm, standing on unsure legs with a little penis protruding from the harness above her mons.

On his back, he obediently clasped his hands under his knees and pulled his legs up high and wide and rocking his pelvis forward to offer his body completely to his client's pleasure.

Darla crawled onto the bed, eyeing his pink genitals, so eagerly displayed between his spread thighs, and the little bud of his anus in a field of white unmarred by the red stripes that crisscrossed his cheeks. She squirted a copious amount of lubricant into her hand and started rubbing it on the little phallus protruding from her groin.

She leaned forward and rubbed some lube onto the boy's bottom, circling and pressing at his little pink bud. She shuddered with pleasure in response to the magic of the enormous mechanical cock vibrating and swirling inside her body.

With lubricant still on her hand, she took hold of Jeffrey's half-erect penis and began to stroke it as she steadied her hips in position with the little phallus against Jeffrey's bud.

She whispered, "Relax, little one, and let me in..." as she stroked his penis and pressed the phallus against his body. She could feel his penis stiffening in her hand as she rubbed it, "That's a good boy," she whispered.

Jeffrey felt the pressure against his anus, and he let out a deep breath and tried to relax and concentrate on the sensations of Darla's hand on his stiffening shaft. Suddenly, the head of the little penis slipped into his bottom, "Oooooh!" he squealed in response.

"Mmmm, yes, that's it," said Darla. She stopped pressing and just held still to let the boy get used to the tip of the invader in his bottom. She let go of his penis and massaged the remaining lubricant into his sore scrotum, careful to treat his tormented testes gently.

She wiggled her hips a bit, letting him feel the penetration, and she inched forward slowly until she had seated her mons against the boy's bottom fully.

Due to the upturned shape of the head of the little phallus, Jeffrey could feel pressure against his prostate gland. As Darla withdrew partially, and then slowly pressed forward again, Jeffrey moaned as he felt his prostate being massaged by the little penis head inside him.

Slowly, Darla began to thrust a bit more, in and out, in and out, making Jeffrey moan and making his own penis become completely fully erect from the prostate gland stimulation.

Darla put her right hand on Jeffrey's penis again, slowly stroking it in the same rhythm that she was thrusting into him. "I'm going to milk you so good, Jeffrey," she whispered, "I'm going to drain you completely as I take you completely..."

"Yes, Mistress," he whispered submissively, "you may have me however you like..."

"I like this," she said, increasing the rhythm of her thrusts and beginning to give the boy a real fucking. She reached down and pressed another button between her thighs, setting the phallus inside her on "high", and shuddering in response to the big stiff pleasure-maker going wild insider her soaking wet vagina.




Courtesan Cop Ch. 07



"Ahhhh," Darla purred, "I think I'm going to give it to you now, Jeffrey."

She set about pummeling the boy's bottom, ravishing his prostate gland with the little phallus - each thrust adding to the sensations her over-stimulated clitoris was already experiencing.

Jeffrey gasped and coughed "Urghhh" with each of Darla's thrusts into him. She laid her body down on top of him, pounding him with her hips, crushing his sore testes with each thrust. 

Dribbles of semen began to flow from the head of his penis as the prostate massage was doing its magic, forcing the stored semen out of his body with each thrust.

Darla began to thrust wildly as her first orgasm commenced. "Oh my little slut!!!" she cried in the throes of ecstasy and pounded the boy into the mattress. "I'm taking your cute little ass, my slut!! I'm making you spurt little dribbles from your little cock!! AAAAAhhhhhhh!!!!"

Her body tensed as she cried out for a long time, her orgasm extended and re-extended by the intense stimulation of the enormous grinding phallus in her vagina, and the super-arousing thoughts in her mind of literally fucking the semen right out of her little slut's penis.

She looked down as she fucked him hard, watching the boy's semen seep from his head and pool on his bare tummy. Pulse after pulse of his come poured out in time with her thrusts. The view was so erotic to her dominant nature that it drove her wild, and listening to the boy moan and whimper in discomfort each time her body slammed down onto his testicles just put her over the edge.

"You dirty little slut!!" she moaned, "You want to take it in the ass, don't you!" She fucked him harder as she nearly screamed. "I'm pounding your bottom, little boy, pounding your tender little testicles too!!" she gasped for breath, "And I'm fucking you so hard its making you come!!!"

After over a minute of squirming and gasping and saying raunchy things to the boy, her orgasm subsided and she collapsed on top of him, completely exhausted with only enough strength left to turn off the monster between her thighs.

She laid on him breathing heavily and sighing contentedly as Jeffrey caressed her still-shaking body with his hands. He let his legs drift downward a bit and cuddled his client showing her affection as she basked in the afterglow.

He knew it was merely the dominant nature of women that caused her to call him names and humiliate him with her screams. Besides, he was a very submissive Courtesan, which did make him a very expensive slut, and she was in fact forcing semen from his body as she pummeled him with the strap-on.

He also knew two other things: 

First, that he must guard the secret fact that he had, as with most of his 'clients' so far, loved every minute of his session with Darla. It was embarrassing to admit to himself that he was truly a submissive slut at heart, and certainly could never admit it to others. He couldn't help it - deep down he really liked the pain-and-pleasure mixture, and the helpless feeling of being a boy toy to whom his clients could do as they wished without complaint.

Second, that not only would he be wearing the red stripes of Darla's cane for a few days, but his testicles were already swollen and sore, and would probably be so for several days as well.

Darla began to come out of her stupor, lifted off of him long enough to plant a big wet kiss on his lips, and then waddled off to the bathroom to compose herself. He heard running water and in a few minutes, she returned beautifully nude but without the harness and it's attachments.

She gleefully laid back down next to him and snuggled her body close. She felt warm and voluptuous, somehow the source of fear at her dominance while at the same time safety in the warm curves of her body, and the benevolent wisdom of her feminine heart. 

She let her hand slide down his chest to his belly, and took his semi-erect penis in her hand. "Can you come for me one more time, pretty one? I promise to be gentle."

"I'll try for you, Mistress," he whispered.

"I know you will, sweetheart, you're a very good boy."

She laid her head on his shoulder and watched as she stroked his pretty pink penis. She liked the idea of really wearing the Courtesan out, emptying him, and pleasuring him for their last few minutes together. She thought he was really wonderful and had enjoyed their time together very much, and wanted to leave him with a nice feeling for her.

She would definitely be back.

She worked his penis happily, glad to see him stiffen and begin to wiggle his hips in response. She was gentle, but just forceful enough, knowing that a submissive is aroused by the feeling of being 'forced', and besides, it was her duty as a woman to make him come, not let him come.

Soon her experienced hand had brought him to the brink, and the guided him over the cliff, bringing two little spurts from his penis as he cried out, and then she milked several additional pulses of pearly goo gently from his well-used genitals.

She kissed him softly on the cheek, whispering, "I'll be right back," and sliding down his body until her head was hovering over the juncture of his spread thighs. She carefully and gently bathed his soft scrotum with her tongue, then moved to his gooey penis, and finally licked his bare tummy clean of any and all semen she could find.

She slid back up to wrap him in her arms and hold his head softly against her ample breasts. "You're just too yummy to waste, precious one," she said softly as she caressed the side of his face.

They lay together a long time, Jeffrey falling asleep in her arms.

Some time, during the night, Darla had quietly gotten up, put on her clothes, and left Jeffrey's apartment.

The next morning, Jeffrey awoke to the sun filtering through the curtains of his bedroom. It was then that he noticed the two women standing at his bedside. Mandy, DA Murphy's assistant, and Detective Lieutenant Shelton, his boss.

They were both staring at the middle of his body, their faces looking sad or perhaps concerned. Jeffrey looked down and realized that the sheet was at his knees and his naked genitals were completely exposed - and that's where they were looking.

He immediately pulled the sheet up to cover himself, sitting up in bed and saying, "I'm sorry, I was asleep and didn't know... Please forgive my lewdness..."

He cringed, awaiting the reprimand from his Lieutenant, but none came. Both women looked at his face, still with concerned faces, then looked at each other to decide who would speak and Lt. Sheldon nodded.

Mandy turned to him and as she reached for the sheet, she said, "Lie back down, Jeffrey. Don't be afraid." He trusted the look on her face and laid back down, letting her take control of the sheet.

The two women looked again at his groin, this time leaning in to get a closer look. Lt. Sheldon reached forward and he felt warm fingers gently probing at his scrotum. "Please spread your legs a little more, Jeffrey," she said.

He obeyed, and let the women look as Lt. Sheldon continued to probe and feel him. He could feel her fingers examining each of his testicles, and finally satisfied, she stood up. "I think he'll be fine," she said with a smile.

Mandy pulled the sheet back up to cover him. "I've already got a medic coming, so just wait here a little longer."

Jeffrey reached down to feel himself and realized their concern. His scrotum was swollen, probably from all the abuse Darla had given him. His testes were certainly sore, but felt undamaged. He knew these things happened from time to time, and he was confident he'd be fine in a few days.

He looked up and Lt. Sheldon said, "We had officers watching on the closed circuit, as planned, and since you never made any attempt to resist, they thought it was all ok. Why didn't you stop the client from making this happen?"

This was so embarrassing. First to be seen naked by his boss. Second that she saw his swollen scrotum. Third that she had probably watched the recording of the session, and had seen him submit to many things.

He blushed.

"Well Ma'am," he said in an uneven voice, "nothing was done that was out of the ordinary. A submissive courtesan is expected to embrace the dominance of his client, even to the point of being a masochist. A submissive Courtesan is supposed to enjoy pain. I can't complain every time something hurts or my cover will be blown. Ma'am."

Lt. Sheldon's face showed that she did not approve, but his logic was sound and they were after a murderer. She nodded curtly and left the room.

Mandy sat down on the bed next to Jeffrey and reached under the sheets, cupping his swollen scrotum gently in her palm. "I'm sorry, Jeffrey," she said, "I never wanted you to be hurt by all this, neither did Murphy." Her hand began to gently massage his tenderness, meaning for it to be a caring gesture, not a sexual one.

"I'll be alright," he said, "It comes with the territory."

She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "You're such a good trooper," she said smiling, "giving your all for the team."

"Yup, that's me," said Jeffrey smiling in return, "sacrificing my testicles on the altar of justice..."

Mandy giggled, ruffling the hair on his head as she stood up. "Don't sacrifice them, honey, they're precious!"

They had a nice laugh together, and Jeffrey felt a new closeness to the otherwise 'always business' Amanda Beckett. He was surprised to think that he might actually begin to like her as a person.

Mandy held out her hand and helped Jeffrey up off the bed. Once he was standing naked in front of her, he blushed again. Mandy smiled, "You'll be fine, I'm sure. Let's just get you into the bath and clean you up."

Mandy lead him to the bathroom and watched as he urinated in the toilet. "The only advantage of males," she said, shaking her head. She ran the shower and popped him in, advising "be careful how hard you scrub down there, my boy..." she giggled at seeing the cane marks across his cute bottom, and left the room.

Jeffrey showered and dried off, looking at himself in the mirror. His scrotum was swollen to maybe fifty-percent larger than normal, and was certainly an inflamed red color, much darker than the pink of his penis which normally matched.

He turned to look at his bottom in the mirror and grinned at the bright pink lines. He felt them and there was just a little bit of swelling that would be gone in less than a day.

Just then there was a knock on the bathroom door and in walked Dr. Charlotte Manning, the Police Department Medical Director, along with her young assistant Tammie Weathers. They both stopped dead in their tracks with wide eyes, seeing the marks on Jeffrey's naked bottom.

He dutifully turned toward the Doctor to let her see his swollen scrotum and both women's eyes widened even more. Then Dr. Manning grinned and said, "Working hard, I see..."

Jeffrey sheepishly replied, "Yes, Ma'am."

"Very well," said the Doctor, "Hop up on the counter and let's have a look."

Jeffrey's bottom hit the cool tile and he smiled. It felt nice on his still warm and stinging cheeks. Knowing the drill, just like in a doctor's office, Jeffrey leaned back on the counter and spread his thighs wide, raising his knees to fully expose his genitals for examination. 

If I had a nickel for every time I've had to do this... he thought.

Dr. Manning leaned forward between his spread thighs to examine him as her assistant Tammie leaned close from the side. Jeffrey thought Tammie seemed a little too eager and not very professional, but so it goes.

The Doctor put on a latex glove and began to probe and feel around in Jeffrey's scrotum. She felt each testicle thoroughly as well as the vas deferens and the base of his penis inside his scrotum. After several minutes, she seemed satisfied.

"I don't think there is any actual damage to your body, Jeffrey, just looks like swelling and excess fluid in response to some rough treatment. I want you to put cool cloths on your scrotum, but not ice, and don't wear a pouch for a couple days. You need to let your testes hang naturally without support. And no sexual activity that might cause even slight impacts upon your testicles. Ok?"

"Yes, Doctor," he said, getting up from the counter and putting on a little satin robe, much to the apparent disappointment of Assistant Tammie who was enjoying his nakedness a little too much.

The two women left, and a few moments later he followed them out to the living room to find Mandy still there, standing with the women at the door, then Mandy seated herself in the comfy chair. Jeffrey closed the door behind the doctor as her assistant gave him one last smile and blew him a kiss. He turned to Amanda.

"Looks like you have another new fan, though I don't think Tammie's salary could afford you."

Jeffrey smiled, "I can't help it. Not my fault." He sat on the sofa across the little room from her. Due to his condition, he had to sit with his legs well apart, and the short hem of the robe did little to cover him. He had no choice but to completely flash the DA's assistant a full view of his swollen scrotum and his flaccid penis.

Jeffrey said, "Why are you still here?"

Mandy's eyes looked up from his groin. "Murphy says I'm not to let you out of my sight until you are fully healed and ready to go back to work."

"Oh," he said, "what are we going to do today, then?"

Mandy grinned, "Well, for one thing, I under Doctor's orders."

"Really, how so?" he asked.

Mandy stood and stepped forward until she was towering above the Courtesan with her hands on her hips, smiling deviously.

She said, "Dr. Manning gave me strict orders to take care of several things. I am to see to it that you don't try to wear any clothing below the waist..." She reached down and undid the tie of his robe.

"I am to see that you keep a cool cloth on your testes to help with the swelling..." She parted the robe, opening it so that his naked body was completely displayed.

"And I am to make sure your semen stays at a very low reserve level, without roughing up your testicles in any way..." She put her hands on his knees and pushed his thighs apart as she knelt between them. "That's going to require that I make sure you ejaculate at least four times a day..." She gently lifted his semi-erect penis up off of his swollen scrotum. "Starting now...." She said.

Her eyes were on his, to watch his reaction, as she opened her mouth and took his penis in. She caressed his now-throbbing shaft with her tongue and smiled at him. She lifted off of his penis momentarily and said, "Now hold still for me, Jeffrey, it's doctor's orders." 

She went down again, taking his penis into her mouth and vigorously licking and sucking as Jeffrey laid his head back on the sofa in obedient surrender.

"Yes, Mistress," he said.