The Life and Times of a BootyBay Courtesan

Disclaimer: Warning this story contains explicit sexual scenes and depictions of an under aged boy (16) with a middle aged male Dwarf(And between a 16 year old boy and a wooden brush handle), if any of these things offends, disgusts or otherwise upsets you in anyway, please hit previous page...otherwise you have been warned.
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The character concepts, personalities etc of Yaximov and Edward bear no real life equivalents, any similarities between them and real people are complete coincidence.


Chapter 2

Stormwind or Bust

Edwards back arched, beads of sweat trickling down his young back as the dwarf thrust up into him. The boy was upright, his knees straddling his ‘fathers’ waist as the dwarf who lay on his back continued to push up into his ‘sons’ rump, his rough hands gripping the boys hips tightly.

They’d been at it for an hour and a half but time was meaningless to them in this moment. The dwarfs hips moved up and down in time with the boys own rise and descent upon the hard member. Edward gave stuttered groans of delight as the sizable member massaged his depths.

Yaximov did his part just as the boy did in this act of love making, yes love making, as he slid his hands along the boys’ hips and sides softly, exciting shivers from the tender young flesh that had known no hard labour or battle. The dwarf smiled tenderly up at his son, not by blood but by bond. He gently gripped the boys sides, easing the boy forward, the youths back arching a bit to compensate for height differences, though not too much.

The boy’s lips met with his Dwarven father figure’s own. They kissed, softly, lovingly. As with many of their actions towards each other in private, things often elevated from tender to passionate as it didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen. The dwarfs’ tongue mingled with his son's, his hands still present at the boys’ soft sides, slowly sliding up and down along the sensitive flesh. Edward moaned gently, suckling playfully upon the dwarfs tongue.

The dwarf slid his hands down along the boys’ hips, exciting a shiver and moan from young Edward, the rough hands gently gripped the boy at the knees. Exerting some strength he moved the boys’ legs and slowly moved atop his son, Ed’s calves resting on the dwarfs’ shoulders now. The kiss parted gently, the dwarfs lips curved in a smirk as he slid one hand up the boys sides to grip his shoulder, the other grasping and caressing the boys own stiff member. The boy grunted, his member spurting pre into the hot rough hand as it massaged the length.

Yaximov began moving almost immediately, his need to fill the boy had grown to an almost unbearable level as he used his grip on the boys shoulder as leverage behind his deep thrusts, groaning loudly as he plowed his son hard, the stiff length sliding in and out at a quick pace. Edward's head lay back on the bed as his father moved atop him, thrusting away into the boys shuddering depths, prodding at that special spot inside all males that made them squirm when it was teased. Yaximov knew how to please his boy, just as Ed knew how to please him.

The dwarf pushed deep into his boy, shifting his hips sometimes as he lay, his crotch flush against the boys rump for a moment before he slid out and in again, hard. The boy grunted and gasped, spurts of pre leaving his member just as pre entered him, his father’s stimulated member pulsing within him.

“Ach boy, ya really know ow to celebrate yur’ ol father’s birthday with a bang”, he said, leaning in to kiss the boys neck as he thrust away into the twitching lad. He’d turned 151 this day, not all that old for a dwarf despite Yaximovs’ consistent belly aching about how he was too old.

The boy shuddered and smiled, his arms reaching up to grasp and pull against his daddies back, adding extra force to his fathers’ thrusts. He needn’t have bothered as the dwarf leaned in and bit into the flesh of the boys neck animalistically, exciting a cry of surprise from the boy as hot seed coated the boys depths.
The boy shuddered, his own length pulsing in his father’s grip, his hot seed shooting out against his young hairless chest as he was filled. The dwarfs’ thrusts were endless as he came inside his lover, not willing to stop until he couldn’t go any more, and so he did.

The dwarf thrust hard and fast within the boy, his pace never slackening. Edward's orgasm had come and gone, his length now trickling pre. It didn’t stop the boy from trembling beneath his insatiable father whose member had slowly ebbed and ended its flow of seed. The dwarf panted and groaned as he continued on, his boy moaning and squealing in delight, but as with his own orgasm, all things have to come to an end eventually as even his seemingly endless stamina was infact not just that, endless.

He slowly began to waver, his hips tiring and eventually stopping as he collapsed atop the boy, their usual post coitus positions. The dwarf able to hear the boys’ heart beat this time; it was a special occasion after all.

The chapel bells wrung, twelve times, signalling the late hour. The two sweaty figures looked glancingly to the window; the sound of bells announcing the hour, it was still a relatively new thing to them both. Yaximovs’ attention returned to Edward quickly enough.

“Dear boy, ye’ve been in Stormwind with me but two days now and I feel you may already be driving me to my limits. I’m nay sure whether to be saddened or glad I will be working tomorrow, leaving you by your lonesome...” he panted softly, nuzzling the boys’ chest.

They were indeed in Stormwind. It had been a month since their time together in Booty Bay, and Yaximov had left with the promise that the next time they saw each other, it would be in Stormwind, the boys birth city, and the home away from hell for Yaximov.

It wasn’t Iron Forge but a big plus in its favour was that his wife was a good long tram or griffon ride away. The moment he’d arrived back home a month ago he’d begun preparations for his move. His wife was glad to see him gone, just as he was glad to not see her anymore.

The move had gone smoothly. He’d moved the company headquarters and acquired a modest(by dwarven standards) home in an out of the way area of the Dwarven Quarter. His employees weren’t all that upset, the tram ride was long but a happy boss meant happy employees, and he’d given them a raise.

Yaximov was indeed happy, possibly the happiest Edward had ever seen the man, things were all going well for the business man, especially with the boys visit and all.

“Well it’s good that you left your wife”, Edward spoke, breaking the temporary silence, “You may not be as old as you claim, but with her personality, she was gonna drive you to an early grave...”, the boy smiled, hugging the dwarf warmly. He smiled softly, rolling atop the dwarf and smiling as he this time initiated the kiss, giggling as he did. Their kiss lasted a short time, their tongues playfully dancing about as they lay there, his father softly stroking his side.

The kiss broke soon enough with a sigh from the dwarf, “Blast boy, my wife might well of soon been the death of me through shrewery, but sure as steel you’ll be the death of me a lot sooner...”, he chuckled softly, tussling the boys hair playfully.

Edward smiled, even though he hated it when the dwarf or anyone did that to him. He still hugged his father warmly as he and Yax lay there in the over sized bed the dwarf had gotten just for this sort of occasion.

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A few hours later Yax and Edward lay there, the moonlight shining through the bedroom window of the dwarfs home in the secluded area of the dwarven quarter, the dwarf stroking the boys hair softly now. It had been only two days since Edward had come to visit, and already he felt content.


He had a home away from his wife, his ‘son’ here in bed and had adapted well to the change in environment, it wasn’t ironforge, but he was happy and would probably continue to feel as such even after the boy left for Stranglethorn again, a week and five days from now.


"So m'boy....I'm curious, with mah life changing as it has, I seem to only have thoughts for the future these days. What do ye plan for your future? You dun intend to singlehandedly please the men of Booty Bay till your old and grey do ye? s' not a great job for too long...."


The boy smiled, kissing his fathers’ cheek softly, Yaximov smiling at this through his beared. "Never given it much thought. I know my jobs not the most labour intensive, well mostly, but I've just never thought about it. Maybe....I'd open up a brothel. I seem to know how the whole carnal pleasures industry works so far."


Yaximov chuckled, his chest rumbling at the thought of his boy being the proprietor of a burlesque house. "Boy...the day you start up business is the day I shave me beared." There was no malice to his statement but the boy gave him a cold stare none the less.


The boy placed his hands strattling the dwarfs shoulders, his torso and face elevated above the dwarfs, "Oh? Wanna make a bet on that?" he smirked at his father.


The dwarf chuckled at the boys initiative, "Well, whatcha offerin me when I win?" he gave the boy a toothy grin.


The boy smirked, "Hmmm....well...maybe I'd come to live with ya here? It would be a change but I'd accept that kind of defeat. And what have you to offer when I win?"


Yax met the boys semi serious stare with a non serious one of his own, "Then I'll supply the labour and pay all utility costs your establishment builds up for six years," that would be a painful amount but, his vault account could handle it.


"Very well, how will this bet work then?" the boy asked, stroking his fathers’ chest softly, running his fingers playfully along the contours of the man’s chest.


"Hmmm....ye have, till yur 19th birthday to come up with a plan, a location, and the capital for this business venture"


That seemed fair enough to him. He was 16, though his 17th birthday was right around the corner that was still two years to work with. "Ok....it's a deal," he kissed his fathers’ forehead playfully.


"Mmmm....well 'pears as though we ave an accord, shall we shake on it?" the dwarf asked, kissing the boys neck lovingly in return as he stroked his side.


"I was never very good at shaking on things...", the boy replied, moving before the dwarf could reply, he slid down until he was crotch level with the dwarf, Yaximov looked down with a look of shock at the boy, could his balls take another.


"I've always been better at this sort of thing. I guess you'll have to settle for this inplace of a proper hand shake.", he grinned up at his father, his hands slowly caressing and squeezing the dwarfs balls softly as he took the dwarfs member deep into his mouth, tantalizing the length with the soft playful slide of his tongue along the length.


"B-boy...!", the dwarf didn't speak another word as the boy worked his member.


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"Agghhh!", groaned Yaximov uncomfortably as he stretched his back, a crackling noise coming from his spine. He'd slept late, not that it was true problem for him. He didn't need to really be at work until noon, but usually he tried to get some work in at the forge, daily routines and such. Unfortunately, the insatiable young lad who he couldn't help but love had worked him and ridden him for another two hours after their discussion post coitus last night, his balls hadn't been so drained in a long time.


The boy was, as of present, sleeping like a baby in the bedroom upstairs. "The little bastard", Yaximov smirked, "A brothel...of all things. Hmmm, maybeh I wuz....unwise to make that deal."


The dwarf went about his other morning rituals, trimming his beard ever so slightly, making sure it was neat. Dwarves may have liked their beards, but the taller races tended to have certain values of neatness that the dwarf had to comply with if he was going to make the best out of business deals.


He slid on his work clothes, a sort of mix of a white shirt with a frilled ruff at the neck, coupled with a black vest and black pants. Showy dress clothes but they worked well for his desk job at his company. While it worked a great deal in shipping it was more a mix of trade and import/export. Finest in the land: the Eastern Kingdoms Trading Company.


Yaximov broke from his ego stroking quickly enough, moving up the stairs to his bed room. "Goin to work now, lad. Try not to miss me too much...." he smirked, thinking briefly before kissing the boys forehead, "And try givin some of the paladin’s a taste o' that sexual energy ye got. Don't think I'll be survivin another night like that one".


Edward smiled, his eyes still shut, but he’d woken silently when the dwarf had spoken, he drifted back to sleep for a moment waking up again some thirty minutes later. He slid out of bed, heading to the in house bath. One of the nice benefits to Stormwind's alliance with a race of tinkerers and a race of smiths was the presence of plumbing.


Edward slowly moved into a marbel tiled room, looking like it had been made for royalty. It was likely a favour here, a messege to a friend there, that had bought the dwarf this room. The boy moved across the room around a large round pit in the floor with the same polished marble tiling strewn about it. On the far side sat two spouts, one with the label hot, and the other with the label cold, the temperatures probably altered with a small bit of enchantment use here and there.


He turned on both, checking the water from time to time and adjusting the faucets to arrive at the right temperature, something it had been so long since he’d done. From his position his rump gave a small aching throb, his hand reaching back to rub himself soothingly.

The boys’ rump was sore, but it had been worth it, despite Yaximov’s complaining. He knew the dwarf was quite happy. He smiled to himself, slipping naked into the large tub, slightly surprised the dwarf would have something that was almost a pool for him.


The warm water soothed Edward's aching rump, making him sighed contently. Relaxing in the water, memories began flashing by from the previous night. He couldn’t help but think about the overall feeling of the dwarf being inside him, cuming in his depths, something he got much delight from, though not specific to Yax.


The boy sighed softly, more out of annoyance, “Right now?” he asked to no one in particular as he looked down at his seven and a half inches, standing proud and hard under the water. He glowered at it as he stood up, slowly soaping his body up. Last night had obviously been long and sweaty and Ed really did need to at least get the scent of sex off his body.


Edward grabbed a wooden bath brush to get at his back. It was a fairly long handled brush with soft bristles, the handle rounded and slightly bulbous at the end, it had been sanded to an almost silky smoothness during creation, a pricey object.


Again memories of last night flashed by, usually this didn’t happen unless the customer or customers had been spectacular. Of course Yaximov even in the parts where he lay beneath the boy, was in fact spectacular.


He doused his body once again in the warm water with a smiled before scooting up onto the edge of the bath, the back scrubber tightly in hand. He took the brushes hand and took it into his mouth for a few moments, slowly coating it in his saliva, even seeing what it would be like to playfully ease it into his throat, deep throating the phallic substitute.


The boy slowly slid the length of the wooden handle in and out of his mouth a few times before taking it out and moving it down between his legs. He slid it along his hole, pressing against it tightly. His hole stretched easily around it, the head of the brush handle slowly slipping in.


Edward groaned softly as the brush sank into him, the saliva coating and the still copious amounts of dwarven semen within him doing the job of helping the fake shaft slip in. Edward sighed softly in delight, slowly rubbing his erect member as he as pushed the brush in, scooting further onto the tiled floor as he lay back, planting his feet firmly to the floor.

his lower back lifted slightly with the pressure of his feet as he slipped the brush handle in deeper and deeper. He had never denied that he very much liked sex, the feel of another male moving within him always drove him batty, made him tremble and shiver in ecstacy. In a pinch this brush handle did quite well as he slide as much of it in as he could.

He trembled in pleasure just as he always did, slowly sliding his slender hand along his own damp member, the length throbbing in his grip. A groan escaped his lips as he slowly applied backwards pressure, pulling the brush out. His tender hole quivering around and gripped at the smooth surface of the brush as it slid out, only to be pushed back in.

The boy squeeked, grunting as he felt the brush handle bump and grind against his young prostate, his own member throbbing and spurting it’s pre already. His toes curled at the feeling of the brush handle probing his depths.

Soon the brush was slid in and out at a steady pace, the boys member throbbed in time with this movement of the brush handle, his breathing having increased drastically as he pleasured himself. The boy moaned, the continued brush and rub along his prostate by the brush handle sending sharp spikes of quivery pleasure up his back.

Another thick stream of pre shot forth, this time with a force that sent it arching over his body, splattering onto the tile beside his head. He sped up the movement of his hand along his shaft, the brush handle sliding in and out faster and faster still.

"Ahh!....Nggghhh...!! Oooohh gods!", the boys moans had begun to echo about the room as they increased with volume. His insides squirmed as he slid the brush handle in again hard, his rump trembling and squeezing the solid brush handle, twitching as it was violated by the inanimate object. The handle by now felt slimy and hot due to the heat of his insides and the excess seed inside him, the boys face a bright red at the vigorous actions.

The sensation soon became too much as his head tipped back, a cry escaping his young lips, his hard member throbbing, hot seed flowing forth. His seed flew through the air like his pre had, splattering upon the tile a few inches behind his head, his hand a blur on his own member. He continued to move the brush in and out, breathing in heavy gasps, groaning deeply as his own orgasm played out.

Jolts of pleasure continued to move up his spine as he kept up the movement of the brush at a speed near to the same, which his hand was moving at on his member. He panted hard and fast as he slowly tired out, a glaze of sweat having appeared upon his body in the humid air as his own hand slowed down, cramping up from the strain. It didn't really matter, his balls had already run dry by now, his orgasm having ebbed to a trickle by this point.

Eventually he relaxed onto the semi cold tiles, panting heavily, shivering softly. He slowly pulled the brush handle out, the surface coated in smears of white in some areas. Using his legs he hooked the edge the pool, slowly pulling his body back into the water with the brush, trying to clean it so that Yax didn't find out he'd just used something of the dwarfs to violate himself.

Once again he moved to exit the tub, nearly falling over at the sudden realization of the jelly like appendages that were once working legs, a side affect of this bit of self indulgence. He rubbed his legs softly, standing up in the water, both of them jittering and trembling beneath his weight as he climbed out of the tub. Edward placed the brush back where he'd gotten it and grabbed a cloth to wipe up his ejaculate, his cheeks a blazing red, glad Yaximov hadn't been watching. The dwarf would feel left out.

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Unbeknownst to the boy his father had outfitted the house with many gnomish ingenuities, including what the gnomes called Scry boxes: non discrete metal boxes with a lens on the front which the dwarf had placed in many of the rooms in his home to prevent potential corporate espionage, not that he kept anything that another company could just copy since they weren't a patent company.

The dwarf sat wide eye'd in his office on the far side of the dwarven quarter, in a building near the deep run tram entrance. He had been watching the whole time and was wholly surprised. He hadn't thought it possible to reach arousal so early after last night.

"Damn ye lad. Ye humans have too much bloody stamina for yer own gud.", he sighed, groping himself through his pants.

"Sir?", spoke a sudden presence in the dwarfs office. Yaximov gave a jump, his hand leaving his crotch and returning to the desk top quickly in surprise.

“Y-Yes Tock?”, the dwarf finally replied to a gnome with a bizarre mop of green hair, something common among the li’l folk, well the smaller then dwarves little folk.

“High Anchorite Shiza sent a message via runner this morning. Said he’s in Stormwind on business, he’d like to meet you this afternoon at the Blue Recluse in the mage quarter to discuss the specifics."

The dwarf blinked out of surprise, he hadn't expected a reply so soon, nor had he expected the esteemed priest to be in Stormwind any time soon. "Tell im a'll see im at aff past the first bell in the afte' noon.", the dwarf replied.

Tock nodded, "Yes sir...", he began to leave the dwarfs office, "Oh and sir....the guys and me are really happy your getting laid more now that you've left your wife." The gnome walked off at this point and could be heard letting out a one of his peoples infamous laughs, much like the sound a mad man would make.

Was he really that obvious? No matter, there was work to be done. The bell rang in the back of his mind, it was already one o'clock.