The Château
Chapter 5: The Escape
| Chapter Codes |
: mild foreplay |
| Characters |
: Patrick Berleand, 40 Years old Georges Zapato, 45 Years old Michel Galois, 37 Years old Julien Piaf, 35 Years old Jean Bouler, 42 Years old Andre DuBoix, 36 Years old |
With the merchandise in place, André started
his dying car and sped to get Michel then Julien. Big G dashed towards his
trailer while I climbed in the back of Jean's Van to keep an eye on the goods.
Seconds later, each of the three vehicles was on a separate route that would
eventually lead to the main highway some 20 Miles ahead, our next reunion,
would be at the Chateau.
André, Michel and Julien were to rid themselves
of the black garments and wear casual blue-collar workers outfit. Jean would be
wearing a delivery man's uniform and Big G was to be the relaxed old chubby guy
wandering around in his trailer, which he usually was…
André's Vehicle would be the first to reach the
Chateau so he and the other two guys were tasked with getting everything in
place. Opening the large gates that lead to the concealed garage, getting enough
ropes, chains and whatever was needed, providing guard and making sure that no
curious intruders were in sight.
Big G's route involved ditching his trailer
back at his house some 600 Miles away from our headquarters. Then he would
switch to his other car, a brand new black Honda. Next, he was to go on a
shopping spree… providing enough food, drinks, soap, shampoo, towels and other
stuff for 28 children and 6 adults. His task wasn't as easy as it sounds, as he
had to shop from different places in different towns and buy in very small
quantities so that he would avoid raising any suspicions, then he would finally
rendezvous with the rest of us the next morning.
Back on the road, Jean's Van was nothing short
of a centennial turtle… the old white beast, burdened with a heavy load,
crawled slowly, screeching at every corner and squeaking on every brake. To
make things worse and even more annoying, the storm outside was beginning to
rage again, as frequent pellets of hailstone hammered the top and sides of the
van, producing an ear-deafening sound.
Inside, I sat down admiring the power of the
chloroform… twenty-eight small bodies laid on the floor, feet tied up,
handcuffed, gagged and softly breathing, clueless of the future that lay ahead
of them, oblivious of what fate had in store for them.
Around 2 hours had passed since we took off, I
was starting to doze off and the air inside the van was getting heavier. My
heels where aching from the squatting and my legs were getting numb, the sight
of so many beautiful boys laying helplessly before me and having kept my
desires locked and confined for so many years made me uncomfortably hard; I was
aching for relief. Slowly and as quiet as I could, I started crawling between
the two piles of bodies laying left and right and began to take a closer look
at the flesh-taste lollipops.
My boy, the one that I had marked with a “P”
letter, was sound asleep… gently I turned him over on his back and began to
feast my eyes on my wrapped present. He had a black and red wool skull cap, an
unzipped black coat topping a deep blue V-sweater, worn-out loose blue jeans
and a pair of high cut grey converse
kickers.
Parting the boy’s coat, I slid my hand down to
the boy’s waist… even though I didn’t want my first time to be as lame as
cumming on a drugged boy, I was desperate and needed to peek at what he had to
offer. Unbuttoning his jeans, I carefully slid it down a little bit to reveal a
pair of grey boxers with a black trim on the waist and two lines running down
and marking the crotch area from both sides… my eyes were aching and I had to
resist my overwhelming urge to simply strip him naked and do him on the spot.
My enticement grew even heavier as I began to
slide his sweater up, revealing a creamy white tummy with the most gorgeous
belly button I had ever seen. Gently, I allowed my free hand to roam, caressing
the boy’s belly from under his cloths,
feeling the heat of his body as my hand climbed upwards towards his
chest, gently pinching his nipples and caressing his ribs… My dick was begging
for relief, eager to blast out of its confinement and seal every hole in the
boys’ tender body…
Snapping back to reality, I lowered down the
boys’ sweater and buckled his jeans back, I waited for so many years, a few
more hours won’t kill, it would only add to my excitement, I thought as I went
back to my squatting.
The boring and tedious journey back to our
headquarters finally ended, as I felt the Van stop, and Jean's door snapping
shut. A moment later, Jean opened the rear door to the van and I could finally
breath properly.
“thank you for choosing Van-air” said Jean with
a wide grin on his face, knowing that our plan is going as smooth as it should.
“the guys are here, let’s start unpacking man, come on down and stretch your
legs, take a breath of fresh air”
Stepping down, I noticed André, Michel and
Julien heading towards me, grinning and cheery.
“we don't have all day lazy-ass” barked Michel.
“All right… damn it, I’ve been crouching for
the past five hours… give me a god damned break”
“hahaha… okay Mr. distressed, sit down and
relax while we unload the boys and get them down to their cages.
Chapter 6 sees the materialization of Patrick's fantasies and kicks off the 'hot stuff'...