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Teddy Carson had always moved through the upper echelons of polite society. His father was an Earl and Teddy was really just playing at being a student until he inherited the title and the seat in the House of Lords. To relieve the monotony of mixing with the plebs, he decided to form a rather exclusive club. He came to this decision one night whilst drinking in the back bar of Burlington Berties, a notorious drinking den opposite the King’s Theatre. A friend had suggested calling it Burlington Berties Club, or the BBC for short. Bertie snorted with laughter at the idea as the friend’s father was Director-General of the British Broadcasting Corporation. Another friend looked up aghast.“Dear God, I should hope there’ll be no big black cocks in this club, Teddy.”Teddy laughed and reassured him that the membership would be exclusive. Exclusively white, privileged, male and they would all be gay as fuck.“Perhaps we should call it Bertie’s Bum Club?”The response to this was muffled amongst the snorts of laughter as the group of friends got drunker and drunker. Teddy didn’t even need to explain the rationale behind the club. Everyone knew that the membership would be the future elite. The Captains of Industry, the government, perhaps even a Prime Minister or two. Whether their future was a career in the arts, politics or the business world, being a Burlington Bertie would always stand you in good stead. As the wine and the brandy continued to flow, Teddy decided there would have to be an event to show to everyone that they were serious about joining the exclusive Göztepe Escort club and would do whatever was necessary to be one of the boys. At that moment, the chef brought out the trays of bacon sandwiches Teddy had ordered earlier.Teddy had a weakness for bacon butties and the ones here were a delight to behold. Slices of hot greasy bacon smothered in tomato ketchup and wrapped inside a white bread bap. They were the ultimate hangover cure but, as Teddy had discovered, they were also the ultimate in self-pleasure. On many the occasion, Teddy had been known to pleasure the bacon butty. The sensation of sliding his hard cock between the layers of hot greasy bacon wrapped in the white bap was not to be sniffed at. The heat of the bacon, with the grease supplying more than enough lubrication, not to mention the dollops of tomato ketchup splattered on the cock head, was both a sight and a sensation to behold. And afterwards, there was always some fawning acolyte willing to drop to their knees and lick the mixture of bacon grease and cum from his softening cock once it was withdrawn from the ruined butty.As he bit into the bacon sandwich that the chef at Burlington Berties had rustled up, the idea came to him. He’d always been a big fan of William Golding’s novel, Lord of the Flies, and had often argued that if only they’d had chaps like them on that island, things would have worked out a lot smoother.“We need a pig.”Everyone looked confused or aghast. “Not again,” someone moaned. “You know the trouble the Prime Minister Göztepe Escort Bayan got into when that book was published.”But Teddy just laughed. “No, not like that, we need a fuck pig.”—–The night of the dinner, the pub was closed for a private function. A large banquet table had been set up in the middle of the room and thirteen chairs arranged around it. Teddy bristled with excitement and anticipation. He stood, looking in the mirror as he fastened the bowtie around his neck. He straightened his dinner jacket at the sound of a knock on the door. His two best friends, David and George entered with a smaller, plump man in tow.“Teddy, this is Alfie.”Teddy stepped forward, hand outstretched and watched as Alfie reached out to grasp it. The offered hand was clammy and Teddy felt his insides squirm as he raised his eyes from the sweaty hand to the man’s face. He had tousled blond hair and the remains of childhood acne could still be seen in places around his nose and cheeks.“Gosh, this looks a bit swell. The chaps have kind of outlined in a way what might be expected, but gosh, it’s all so exciting, eh?”Teddy nodded. Despite his youth, Alfie carried quite a bit of excess weight and the bulge of his stomach was noticeable over the waistband of his trousers.“Have the boys explained everything to you? You’re happy for it to go ahead?”Teddy actually didn’t give two shits whether Alfie was happy or not, but the University was cracking down on the whole issue of consent and the last thing he needed was some investigation Escort Göztepe by the plebs into non-consensual acts by university students.“Gosh, yes. It all sounds like a terrific jape. I’m quite looking forward to the whole thing.”“Good, well, Mr?”“Douglas. Alfie Douglas.”“Well, Mr Douglas, if you’d like to go into the backroom and have a beer or a scotch or whatever, the boys here will come and get you when we are ready for you.”—–The dinner had been a resounding success. The wine had flowed, the scotch had flowed, the jokes and innuendo had flowed. When Teddy stood up for the post-dinner speech, the twelve members of the BBC drummed their hands on the table and cheered and whistled.“Firstly, my compliments to the chef.”Teddy ran his hand along the carcass of the whole roast pig that lay in the centre of the table. There was still a rosy red apple lodged in its mouth though much of the body had been carved and eaten.“The chef!”Everyone cheered and repeated the toast. Teddy paused while two waiters came and cleared the pig and the empty dishes away from the table.“Gentlemen, as you know, our club is dedicated to preserving the purity and dignity of our class and our institutions. The friends you make here will be with you throughout your life and we will endeavour to help each other along the way.”He looked around the room, making eye contact with everyone, and reassured, continued. “We all know the importance of collective responsibility and so, as we celebrate being Burlington Berties, we shall all partake in the celebration.”He nodded to George and Dave who slipped out to the back room. Teddy took another swig of scotch as the chef appeared, bearing the skin of the pig’s head on a silver platter. Once the chef had returned to the kitchen, the door to the back room opened and Dave and George wheeled a naked Alfie into the room.

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