Date: Sun, 7 Dec 2003 07:23:12 EST From: DAG1064@aol.com Subject: "Samurai Inc. 23" t/t, oral, anal, bond Samurai Inc. 23 By David DAG1064@aol.com Celebrity, oral, anal, and kink Author's Notes: This story is fiction. All characters except for Macaulay Culkin and Rory Culkin are not real. To my knowledge Macaulay and Rory are not gay, and their appearance in this story does not imply that they are. All situations depicted in this story are not real. Told from Neil's point of view. Enjoy the story! Samurai Inc. 23 "Neil's New York Adventure" I relaxed as the plane took off bound for New York. Mac had called from New York earlier that morning, as we were getting ready to leave for England. It was a good thing he caught us before we left the ground. It wouldn't have mattered, the jet could have detoured to New York and I could have gone off the back ramp at 1200 feet and parachuted into New York and then gotten to the Culkin penthouse where former child star Macaulay Culkin was living. As it was, I was now sitting on Delta flight 1237 bound for JFK in New York. I wished I could have gotten first class but it was full up and Dad booked me business class, paying a cheaper fare. Glad he had the company credit card. All of us have them in our wallets so we're never without money. You can't imagine the funny looks I get every time I reach into my wallet for my card. People back home in Colorado don't blink twice now when I do that. I smile as I reach for the magazine in the pouch of the seat in front of me to see what the in flight movie is. Out of habit, I do a quick mental scan of the passengers scattered around the plane. Most are bored already, and there are no hostile thoughts. In case you haven't seen the prior chapters of our adventures, my name is Neil Logan. David Logan adopted me nearly two years ago when I was on the run from a female mobster named Ma Gillis. She wanted me because of my abilities. I am telepathic/telekinetic. That means I can move things with my mind and read people's thoughts and minds. She wanted to use me to control the mob world and expand her criminal empire but that backfired on her when Dad found me. Since then my life had been eventful. Never thought I could have such great adventures ever, especially in my dreams. I smile as I think about Sacha, my Russian brother. I love him so much. He completes me in ways I'd never thought possible. I look up as the flight attendant approaches me. She hands me a menu and I realize there is going to be a lunch course served. "The chicken please," I asked. She smiles. "Good. Anything to drink?" "A coke," I replied. She walked away and I turn my attention back to the folder in my hand that Shiro handed me prior my leaving the Samurai jet. "Stuff I pulled off the net about the Culkins," he told me. "Read it over when you get the chance." I nodded. "Thanks Shiro. Appreciate the information." "Good luck on your assignment," Sacha said, giving me a kiss. I kiss him back. "Thanks brother." Dad looked at me. "You got your cell?" "Yes Dad, including the number of the Seal contact if needed," I replied. Dad smiled and hugged me. "Good luck, do good, and kick ass." I grin. "Don't I always?" They all lined up and gave me the salute as the security cart whisked me off to catch the flight. I had to laugh at the humor of the salute while the security guy Mike Perkins knows chuckled. "Quite a family you got there kid," he said. "Don't you worry, my lips are sealed. Mike would give me hell if I said anything." "Not to mention my Dad," I had said. He leaned over me. "I'd rather have him at my back than gunning for me." I shake my head once more at the memory as the flight attendant comes back with my lunch. I look at it. It looks fairly decent so I give it a try. It goes down a little dry so I resolve to get a burger at JFK when I land. I pick up the file and begin to read. An hour and a half later I put down the file. The Culkin clan is truly messed up and I can't help wonder if this problem is related to all this mess. For now it seems that they are stable but that could change in a heartbeat as I've so often have found out over the year and a half of living with Dad and working with the team. I scratch my chin and wonder idly if I should put in a call to Mac and find out just what his connection to Macaulay is. I decided to leave it be. It could be a very personal situation and I'd rather not get into that. The seatbelt warning chimes sound and I look up. Time flies when you are having fun, I guess. The plane lands with no problems and I get my bag from baggage claims with no problems. There is still a heightened security presence here and two airport cops approach me and ask me what I am doing here. I tell them I am waiting for my duffle and then I am leaving. They stand at a distance and watch me. That's fine with me, as long as they don't give me trouble. I collect my duffle and head out with the twins in tow. I ignore them but keep track of them. I see a man at the door holding a sign saying Samurai on it and I walk over. "Hi, my name is Neil Logan, Samurai Inc," I said just as the two cops reach me. "What kind of game are you playing kid?" one asks. I ignore him and show the cardboard sign man my agreed on recognition signal. He nods at me. "Nice to meet you Mr. Logan. The car is waiting over here," he said and pointed to a black Lincoln Town car. Oh wow, first class ride! I smile as I start to follow him. "Hold it right there!" the airport cop yells. I turn around and stare at the man, creating a slightly hazy illusion of my deranged wolf. "Never mind," he waves me off, trying to act cool even though he just wet his pants right there in full view of the public. I turn back to the car and get in after the driver put my duffle in the trunk. We drive off as the driver laughed out loud. "Don't know what you did Mr. Logan, but I'll wager he'll think twice about bothering us had working stiff again!" He laughed. "Could I ask a favor?" I asked. "Sure," he nodded. "Can you slide through the first drive through you see? I had the chicken lunch on the plane and it went down really dry. I need real food." He looked at me with a shocked expression on his face. "You ate airline food? You got iron guts, kid. One drive through coming up. It will be a long drive to Manhattan." He sure wasn't kidding, and I can honestly say that pastrami on rye is absolutely the best out here. No lie. Charlie parked the Town car in the underground garage and I got out. He looked me over and nodded. "You look fine Neil. You'll make a nice impression on Macaulay," he said. He took my duffle out of the trunk and then led me to the elevators. We rode up in silence until we got to the floor and stepped out. There was only one set of doors in front of us. The card in the nameplate read Culkin. I nodded and reached out for the doorbell. The door opened a moment later and a man looked out. "Yes?" he said very frosty like. "My name is Neil Logan, I'm here to see Mr. Culkin. I'm from Samurai Inc," I told him. "Sure you are," he said and started to close the door. "Niles," Charles growled. "Mac won't like this." That changed things. Niles opened the door wider and allowed us in. Macaulay strode into the living room a moment later with a book in his hands. "Are they here?" he asked. Niles pointed to me. "This boy claims to be Samurai Inc." Macaulay Culkin smiled "Really." "Shall I show him the door, sir?" Niles asked. I decided a demonstration of my abilities was in order. I smiled broadly as I lifted Niles off the floor a couple of inches and slid him to the other side of the room and turned to Macaulay as I did so. "Interesting thoughts. You're thinking that Mac in Hollywood must be off his rocker by sending you some pipsqueak," I said. Niles reacted to that. "You stinking mutie!" Macaulay reacted by whipping the book across Niles's face as the man lunged at me. Niles went down to the floor with a bloody nose. "I must apologize for my thoughts. You are everything Mac said you were. I must apologize for my former butler's actions," Mac said calmly. "I accept your apology, but you didn't have to apologize for his actions. He was the one who should apologize for what he did," I said. Mac nodded. "You're right." Niles sat up and snarled. "No fucking way am I gonna apologize to the freak." Mac stared down at him. "You have one hour to pack and get out. Charles will supervise. Neil, I'll show you to your room while you are here." With that settled, I followed Macaulay down the hall to a room. He opened the left side of the double door and led me into a very fine looking room. It was very upscale from what I saw of it. "Does Charles work for you?" I asked. He turned to face me. "I wish. He works for the building as driver for the various tenants, including myself. Rory is next door in his room. He stays with me off and on." "That's cool," I said. He smiled sadly. "I wish all of our family was together like we should be. I'll leave you alone to unpack. Come out to the living room once you're settled in." He closed the door behind him and I turned to my duffle and began unpacking. I came out to the living room when I heard the front door slam shut. Macaulay heaved a sigh as he turned to me. "There. That's done and he'll never come around again. I should have fired him long ago. Even my ex-wife couldn't stand him," Mac grinned. "Mac?" I heard a younger call out. "Is it safe to come out?" "Yes it is, Rory. Niles is gone, Charles has escorted him out," Mac replied. A younger version of Macaulay walked into the living room. I felt my cock stir with interest. I smiled as Mac introduced me to Rory. "Nice to meet you," he said. Mac motioned to the couch. "Let's have a seat and discuss the situation." "I can tell you have questions," I smiled as I sat down. Mac grinned. "Yes, starting with how you did that little feat." I explained what Samurai Inc. was, how it came about, what my abilities were and gave another demonstration using the eight nutcracker figures on the checkered wood floor in a few chess moves. To say both of them were astounded would be an understatement. "That is so awesome," Rory said. Mac nodded. "I'm really glad you are here. There is some whacko following Rory, sending email, leaving notes at the front desk, and showing up in places where Rory is to appear. He never says anything or does anything whenever we see him there. I'm afraid for Rory's safety." I nodded. "I don't blame you. I worry about my own brothers when they go into a bad situation. Been a few of them in the past." "Mac in Hollywood had told me a bit about you guys and I am glad that there is a security company out there who does take our security seriously. Hard to find good help these days," Mac said. I turned somber. "We do take our client's security and safety very seriously. Both of you are constantly in the public eye constantly and that can be annoying sometimes. That's why it's important to have good security around you. I am rather puzzled at why this guy hasn't tried to get in here yet." Macaulay smiled. "The building management insists on having good security here. He went and hired ex-military and pays them very well, even giving them a house or two to live in so this place is very well covered. One of the guys I know very well is an older man everybody here calls Sailor. Word is that he used to be a Navy Seal back in the World War Two. He's in his late seventies, but he's fit and as tough as they come. I wouldn't want anyone else watching my back that isn't as good as he is." I had to smile. "He's someone my Dad knows. He supposedly trained my Dad back when my Dad was eighteen and fresh out of high school." "Good. Perhaps he'll come up later and I'll introduce you to him. He could be your backup if needed," Mac suggested. I nodded. "Good idea. For now I would like to know if Rory has any public appearances in the next few days." "I'm supposed to help promote "Signs" coming out on DVD," Rory replied. "You'll have to forgive me. I haven't see it yet," I said. Rory grinned. "There's a DVD copy in your guest room along with some of the other ones and some of Mac's as well." "Thanks. I've all of Mac's movies and I liked them all, including "Home Alone". The scene you did with John Candy was absolutely hilarious," I said. Mac smiled. "It was meant to be a serious scene, but somehow it came across as being funny, and it stuck ever since." There was a knock on the door and Mac rose to get it. I quick scanned the thoughts of the person knocking and found nothing hostile. "He's cool," I said as Mac peeked through the peephole. "He should be," Mac said as he opened the door. "It's Sailor." An old man walked in through the door and nodded to Mac. He turned and looked at me, sizing me up. "This the kid?" "Yes he is. Says you know his father," Mac said. Sailor walked over to me and stared at me. "Who's your Daddy, kid?" I smiled with pride. "David Logan." Sailor smiled and nodded. "Tough kid if there was one. Skinny little thing until I got hold of him and made a man out of him. He never knew when to quit. Kept on going when everyone was dropping around him." "That's my Dad," I smiled. "Still that way." He nodded. "You got my number in your cell?" "Yes sir," I said, rattling it off. "Good. Call it if you get in trouble, ya hear?" he said. I gave him a proper salute. "Sir, yes Sir!" He nodded and smiled as he went out the door. I now had an ally on my side. Dinner was a quiet affair. Nothing much was said and I was feeling a little tired from traveling most of the day. As per habit I was letting my mind sweep the immediate area and the street outside. There were a lot of thought patters at this time of day and I knew it was because people were coming home for the day. Suddenly I picked up on a hostile thought pattern and I went to the window and looked down. I reached for a pair of binoculars and looked down at the street and spotted a man leaning against the building across the street. He was wearing jeans and a heavy jacket. I couldn't see his face until he leaned forward and glanced up at the building. His face seemed average and I guessed his age at the middle thirties. I couldn't tell what color his eyes were. Mac moved up alongside of me. "He's down there, isn't he?" he asked. I described what I saw as I watched him saunter off up the street. Rory nodded. "That's him," he said. I picked up the phone. "Does the security in the building know this guy?" "Yes, and they know you're here. I didn't want Rory going out until you guys got here. Knowing about you eases my mind somewhat," Mac said. I dialed the security desk downstairs. A man picked up. "It's Neil Logan of Samurai Inc. Tango spotted up the street, walked off a minute ago," I reported. "We got him on video and documented it," the man at the desk said. "Thanks for the call, Logan." I hung up and turned to Mac. "They got him on video." Mac grinned. "Smile, you're on candid camera." Rory and I had to laugh at that. It was later in the evening I was stretched out on my bed in the guest room naked, the door closed. I had just come out of the shower and was in the mood for some relaxation. I reached into my bag and found a vibrating dildo and unrolled a condom on it and lightly put KY on it and gently slipped it inside of me. I lay flat on the bed and closed my eyes and started touching myself while manipulating the slider control for the vibrator speed. My cock suddenly came to life and stood up as the tip of the vibrator barely touched my prostate. I played with my nipples for a bit and then reached for my drooling cock and began to wank. It felt so good. I moaned and writhed about, as the feelings got more intense. I could feel something happening deep inside of me and I knew I was about to cum. My toes curled up, a sure sign I was about to cum. "Oh yes," I softly hissed as I felt my cock shoot my load through the shaft and out of my cock. I felt the warm sperm splat on my face, chest, tummy, and then dribble down over my knuckles. I sighed contentedly and then suddenly became aware of the bedroom door quietly closing. I sat up and sent my thoughts after the intruder. It had been Rory. I smiled to myself. So he had seen me get off. I wondered if he was gay. Well, I'd play things just right and find out. For now I was tired and wanted to sleep. I got off the bed and crouched down and gently pulled the vibrator out of me and stripped the condom off and flushed it down the toilet and then wiped myself off. I got into bed and relaxed once more, my mind finding the center that Hejiro had taught me about, and sank into sleep. The next morning I was up, shaved (I had started to shave three weeks ago in Peckertown. Dad was so pleased he went and got me a proper shaving set), showered, and dressed. I walked out to the kitchen to find a pot of coffee on the counter and Macaulay reading the New York Times. "Morning. Sleep well?" Macaulay asked. I smiled as I drew a cup of coffee and sat down. "I did, thank you very much." Mac folded the paper and stood up. How do you like your eggs?" "Sunny side up and smiling," I cracked as Rory walked into the kitchen. Both brothers laughed at the joke and I relaxed. I finished my breakfast and sat back, letting my mind wander around. Everything seemed peaceful at the moment so I brought myself back to the present. Mac and Rory were looking at me. "Anything unusual?" "No. Could be our friend has decided to stay away today," I said. "I'm supposed to appear on a talk show in an hour. After that it's to Tower Records to sign copies of "Signs" for an hour. Then I'm meeting my agent to discuss another possible film project. He's got something else for me later this evening," Rory stated. "I can get you into everything with no problems." "Who's our driver?" I asked. "The studio is sending a limo for us today. We can use it for the rest of the day," Rory said. I nodded. "Okay. Let's get going. Remember what we talked about last night." I had discussed a number of things with Rory last night and he clearly understood I was in charge of his personal security. Even Macaulay impressed on him the importance of listening to me. Rory got his jacket and I slipped into my sport jacket and made sure the cell was in place. Rory and I took the elevator to the garage and the limo was there when we arrived. Sailor nodded as we stepped out with me in front of Rory. I returned the nod and got in behind Rory. The rear door closed and we were off. I leaned forward and got a bottle of water from the refrigerator and opened it. Rory and I engaged in light talk until we arrived at the studio's back door. I relaxed and let my mind scan for any hostiles and found none. I got out and looked around. "Clear," I announced. Rory got out and we turned to see a lady walking towards us. She introduced us to the show's hosts and I took a seat behind the curtains and watched Rory talk to the host about the movie "Signs" and other things. I watched the crowd and stayed aware of everything. So far so good. We left the studio and headed to the Tower Records where Rory would be signing DVD copies of "Signs". The table was set up right, the employee's only door right at his back. The manager informed me they did that for celebrities to make a quick exit should things get out of hand. For the first forty-five minutes everything was cool until Rory turned to the next person. It was the man who had been following him. Rory jumped back and I moved in between him and the man. He jumped over the table and I pushed Rory to the door and through it, slamming it shut. We raced for the outer door and went through it just as the man came running into the stockroom. I moved a dumpster blocking the exit and hoped it would slow him down. "What now?" Rory asked as we walked away. "We find a cab and get the hell back to the house," I said. We walked down the alley and started around the corner when I heard the man shout after us. I looked to see him squeezing out through the door. I turned to see a cab in front of us. The driver grinned. "You gents in a hurry?" he said, raising a gun. I reacted, moving the man's hand upward quickly, making him knock himself out with his own gun as we slid into the back and slammed the door. I took hold of the steering wheel and pressed down on the gas. The cab shot forward into traffic, beginning a wild ride. Rory looked behind us and saw the man jump into a Ford Taurus. "He's in a brown Ford Taurus!" Rory exclaimed. I nodded, concentrating on driving the cab from the back seat. We weaved through traffic at a high rate of speed, avoiding other cars and trucks. "Still behind us," Rory reported. "How did he know I was going to be there? Why did this guy draw a gun on us?" Too many questions, not enough answers. I was more interested in getting Rory to safety at the moment. "Oh no," Rory moaned. "We've picked up the cops!" I could hear the sirens by now. I kept going, not wanting to stop knowing the guy was still on our tail. This was certainly getting interesting. The chase continued through the downtown area and up to the business district. I knew I had wanted to see New York up close and personal, but this was getting ridiculous. The funny part was we hadn't hit anybody or caused any accidents. Our chasers sure were. Brown Ford wiped out two newsstands and a hot dog cart, four cop cars met up with various cabs the hard way, and still they followed. "Persistent fellow isn't he?" I quipped as I drove the cab across a curb that magically cleared of people in seconds. Rory made a face. "James Bond you're not." That stuck me as being funny. I grinned as I drove the cab up and over a ramp to go over a street construction crew. Brown Ford followed, but one cop car crashed into the back of a construction truck. I wondered if I should tell him that I knew the real James Bond. Nah. I kept going, but now had a new worry. The driver was coming around. I slowed down as I came to another corner, opened the driver's door and tossed him out and then slammed the door shut and shoved the pedal down once more. "I can see this now, cab drives it's self, film at eleven," Rory cracked. Brown Ford skidded to a stop and the cab driver jumped in. Brown Ford took off once more, smoking his tires. I suddenly had a bad feeling. Said bad feeling came true when cab driver came out the right rear window and started shooting at us. "Not good," I said. Rory decided to keep his head down as the bullets pinged off the car. I created a force field to keep the rear windshield in place so the flying shards of glass wouldn't cut us. We came out of an alley to find ourselves speeding along the East River. I smiled. Perfect for what I had in mind. I swerved into a parking garage and headed for the top. "At some point we are going to get out of the car and hide. I'm going to run the car to the top and off the structure. Halfway to the water I'll explode it. During the ensuing mayhem, we'll stroll out of the parking garage and slip into the department store," I instructed him. "We'll get what we need there to complete our escape." Rory nodded nervously. I ran the car up to the ninth level, the tenth being the top of the parking structure. I slammed on the brakes and we got out fast. I started the cab up once more and raced it out into the open on the tenth level and made it race towards the wall. As expected, brown Ford followed the cab to the top level with the cops behind him. Idiot. At the last second, I lifted the front of the cab and let momentum do the rest. The cab arced out over the East River and I created a spark by a leak in the gas line and the cab exploded right on the mark. I smiled as I led Rory towards the elevator. "That will keep everyone busy for a few hours," I said. "What about those two guys?" Rory asked. I grinned. "I'm sure they will be spending time with New York's Finest." We got home to Rory's apartments in the mid afternoon after calling Sailor. Charles and Sailor picked us up in Times Square. I had seen pictures of it once before, but never really had the chance to see it. It was quite a sight. Rory and I looked like street kids in shorts, t-shirts, backwards baseball caps, and sunglasses. We called Sailor "Grandpa" and Charles "Uncle" and both of them pretended to be really stern with us. Back at the apartments I delivered my report to an anxious Macaulay. "So I ran the cab off the top and blew it halfway down," I said. "Then we ducked into the department store and got these things. Nobody even looked at us. Then I called Sailor to pick us up." "I have a friend inside the NYPD. Let me make some calls," Charles said. He went into the kitchen with his cell. Mac turned to Rory. "Thank God you're okay, Rory. I was worried when I got the call from your agent saying you had been grabbed," Mac said. I sat up. "How did he know that?" "Damn good question, isn't it?" Sailor said. "Just where did you meet this guy?" Mac sighed. "He was recommended by a friend." I scratched my face a moment. "Can you have him checked out?" Mac walked into his study and started making calls. I opened my laptop and plugged into the Internet connection that Rory showed me. I dialed up the Colorado State Police computers and requested information. I was glad Dad had friends there. Morris Hayden came back squeaky clean, no wants or warrants. I looked up to see Macaulay and Charles back in the living room so I disconnected and joined them. "Hayden is squeaky clean," I reported. "No wants or warrants." "Nothing on the brown Ford guys. They vanished, leaving the car behind. Stolen out of Long Island, no prints left behind," Charles reported. "Hayden first appeared in New York over two years ago. Several clients to date," Mac reported, reading from his notepad. "My sources say he's very persuasive." I sipped my tea and closed my eyes. "Con artist. Plays a fast game with people. Plays to win. Will do anything to accomplish his goals," I said, opening my eyes and looking at everyone watching me free associate. Sailor nodded. "Not bad thinking, kid. Thing is we have to prove all that." I sighed. "That's the fun part." It was agreed we would call it a day and lay low for a day or two. I needed time to figure out a plan. It was based on this Hayden guy. I stood in the shower and washed myself clean. I suddenly had the feeling I was being watched. I let my thoughts wander and discovered it was Rory. I smiled. So he was interested in me. I decided to give him a show. I exaggerated washing myself, twisting and pulling on my nipples while moaning out loud. I could feel the sexual vibes get stronger from him. I reached for my erect cock and stroked it, playing it up good. I could hear him panting as he slowly got himself off. I slipped under the water and rinsed clean of soap as I continued to get off. I blew my load all over the wall as I cried out in pleasure. I could hear him getting off as I crept to the door. I looked out to see Rory sitting on my bed blowing his load into his hands. He shivered and shook as I stood there, watching him get off. "Was it good for you?" I whispered in his ear. He jumped off the bed and tried to stuff his cock back into his pants. I could see the panic in his eyes as the bedroom door opened to reveal Mac standing there. I was glad I had gotten into shorts. "What's going on?" Mac asked. It got real quiet suddenly. "Rory, you weren't spying on him, were you?" Mac asked. I stepped in to save the day. "Let's go into the kitchen and talk over some tea." Mac and Rory sat down at the table while I made some calming tea from the tin Shiro had given me before I had left Little Rock. I poured the tea into cups and set them in front of them and they sipped them. I could tell they were working because Mac didn't look as upset and Rory was relaxing a little. "I owe you an apology," Rory began. "I was spying on you." I nodded. "I'm not upset. Every guy at some time or another is curious about how other guys look. It's not a big deal. I look at my Dad and brothers in our gym showers back home all the time." Rory sighed. "Thanks Neil." "This situation stays with me. Nobody else needs to know," I said. Mac grinned. "I hoped you would say that." I looked up. "It's his personal business. I'll protect that information." I watched them glance at each other and then realized they played together like I played with my brothers back home. I smiled and Mac noticed it. "You figured it out, didn't you?" he asked. "Yes I did. Like I said, it's your business and I'll keep it to myself. The only thing I will say is that both of you are not the only gay celebrities I've met. Just keep your eyes open and you'll find them," I said. Both of them looked very relieved. I finished my tea. "Now it's been a long day and I'm tired. I'll see you guys in the morning," I said and left them in the kitchen to talk. I woke up the next morning and stretched out. I took care of morning business, meditated for a half hour, and then came out of my room into the kitchen. Nobody was up yet so I opened the front door and collected the paper and headed back into the kitchen. The car chase made the front paper. I enjoyed reading the story. There was no description of us mentioned in the paper and I was relieved. I didn't need our descriptions plastered all over the media. Mac wandered into the kitchen with a smile on his face as I stood at the stove waiting for the English muffins to come up in the toaster. "Coffee's on," I said. Mac grinned as he poured himself a cup. "Thanks. What's the plan for today?" "Rest and relax," I said. Mac came up behind me. "I like the sound of that," he said, breathing into my ear. I felt chills up and down my spine. "What about Rory?" "He'll join us, don't you worry about that," Mac said, running the tip of his tongue behind my right ear. "Hey! Wait for me!" Rory yelled from the doorway. Both Mac and I laughed out loud at his eagerness. There is something to be said about brothers in love with each other. I loved my brothers Shiro, Sammo, and Sacha unconditionally. Seeing other brothers in love was a moving experience. Now that Mac and Rory knew they could be themselves around me they relaxed and became very playful. We kicked back and relaxed the whole day, even soaking in the Jacuzzi on the little porch they had. It could be covered at a moment's notice and the iron fence surrounding the little yard provided ample protection from unwanted attention. We could go naked if we wanted to. The area had been covered over for the winter now that cold weather was setting in. The glass panels were tinted for privacy and the steaming heat from the Jacuzzi provided heat. It was nice and comfortable. We talked on and off about various things. I kinda had the feeling that they were waiting for later to do something. Boy did I find out what! It wasn't until after an early dinner that Mac made his move. Rory grinned as he handed his brother a pair of the thick leather wrist cuffs and asked him to put them on him. Mac did and secured Rory's hands behind his back. I sat back on the couch and watched Rory get on his knees and put his head down by my erect cock and begin to lick it. Mac watched for a moment and then lubricated his cock and Rory's ass. Mac got behind his brother and slowly sank his seven inches deep into Rory's ass. Rory sighed and kept on licking my cock before slipping it into his mouth. He gave me a blowjob that was really hot. I could feel his tongue slip underneath my balls every few seconds while Mac continued to ram his cock deep into his brother. "I'm cumming," Mac moaned a moment later and then shivered. I knew he had unloaded deep into Rory. He gently pulled out and sat back on his heels as I closed my eyes and unloaded my cream deep inside Rory's mouth. He did a great job swallowing my cum. Rory sat up and looked at me with a smile on his face. "Did you like that?" he asked. I grinned. "You were good." He bent over and licked my cock back up and then straddled my hips. I felt Macaulay take hold of my cock and point it into his brother's wet asshole as Rory sank down on my cock. I sighed as I felt it slide up into him. This felt good. "So hot," Rory moaned as I entered him. I had to agree. Rory rode my cock until I shot my load deep inside of him. I sighed and relaxed once I had finished ejaculating. Rory pulled off me and I heard the soft wet pop of my cock leaving his tight ass. He stood up and Macaulay removed the snap hook from Rory's wrist cuffs. Rory headed for the bathroom while Macaulay and I secured the place for the night. All three of us got into Mac's big bed and curled up together, Rory spooned into me and I was spooned into Mac. That had been a quick scene and I hoped there would be more. I went to sleep with a smile on my face. The phone woke us the next morning. Rory and I raced each other to the bathroom while Macaulay answered the phone. We came back to see him frowning. "It's Hayden. He's calling for a meeting in his office this morning," Mac informed me. "What time?" I asked. "Eleven," Mac replied. I nodded. "Good. Let's call Sailor and plan this thing." What happened wasn't in the scenario. Rory and I went up to the man's office wearing suits and wires for the intention of taping him to get any kind of evidence on him. The man received us warmly. "I am glad to see you unharmed, Rory," Hayden said once the office door closed behind him and he had dismissed his secretary to lunch. "I'd hate to see you harmed." "I was glad to have Neil with me," Rory said. Hayden smiled and I had the impression he wasn't happy with me. He turned to the bar in the corner. "A drink?" he asked. "No thank you," I said politely. Suddenly something stung me in the neck and I scratched at it. The room suddenly got wobbly and unstable. I realized I had been shot with a tranquilizer. I crashed to the floor and everything went black. I woke up in the back of a panel truck with Rory chained to me. My head was spinning and I felt groggy. I looked up to see a man pointing a shotgun at me. I knew we were in trouble big time. "Where are we?" I mumbled. "Shut up," shotgun man said. I recognized him as the one from the brown Ford. I slowly sat up and leaned against Rory. I realized we were naked as well. Damn. Now Sailor can't track us. I was on my own. Nothing new of course. The panel truck swung left and then stopped. I heard voices and hoped we would be rescued. The back opened and Rory and I were ordered out. I blinked in the bright lights set up around the truck. I tried to raise my hands to block the light but shotgun man smacked me on the head. I stopped trying to fight back. We listened to the voices call out numbers and then I realized we were being sold into slavery. I growled but the shotgun man tapped the double barrels on my shoulder and I stopped. I listened carefully and thought I recognized a voice. I thought hard, trying to remember who. Then blindfolds were dropped over my eyes and both of us were pushed forward. We were put into a car and heard the door slam. The blindfold came off and I looked up into the smiling face of none other than the good Captain Morgan. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God it's you," I said. Captain Morgan nodded as he released my bonds and then freed Rory. I shook my head trying to clear it of the drugs that were used to put me down. The Captain handed me a cup of coffee and I drank it. I looked over at Rory. "Okay, short version or the long one?" I asked. "Short one," Rory said. I quickly told Rory about the Captain and how I knew him. He nodded the whole time. "You were right about Hayden," he said. "He fell in with some bad people and owed them lots of money." "Kidnapped you and sold you to me to pay off the people," Captain Morgan said. "Not a nice man." Morgan turned to me. "I had the feeling you were in town when I read about the cab that drove it's self. Witnesses saw a boy in the back seat but couldn't accurately describe him. Only one person I know has powers and that's you." I smiled. "You would make a hell of an detective. I need to ask a favor." The Captain smiled. "Name it." I grinned back. This was going to be fun. I left Rory with the Captain and headed back uptown after making a phone call to Sailor. Sailor was glad to hear from me. "We didn't know what happened to you, kid. We busted in and the slime said you guys had left. That part we knew," he said. "I'll bet he had two boys up there to help him throw the trail off him," I said. Sailor grunted. "So you two okay?" I told him everything. I could hear him grind his teeth in anger. "He's mine. Rory is safe for the time being. I'll call you when this is over," I said as I pulled into the parking lot of Hayden's building. "Be careful kid," Sailor said. I hung up and sighed. I got out and stretched, popping things in my body. I slipped into the battle mindset and strode into the building. Getting in was easy. I created the illusion of being a delivery guy. I dropped the illusion once I was inside Hayden's office. The front door had been locked but that wasn't any problem. I went into Hayden's office proper and found it somewhat stripped. Lots of things had disappeared. Hayden was skipping town or already had. Damn. I left the office after digging through his computer. Good thing I had too. I discovered he had an office in Peckertown and sent emails to Fogel, the Yamane brothers, and the Little Leather Club. Hayden was so dirty it wasn't funny. Something warned me and I jerked back when the elevator doors opened down in the lobby. A bullet hole appeared in the back of the elevator. I threw up a force field and peeked out. I spotted Ford man crouching by a potted plant. I looked around and spotted a smaller one at the top of the landing on the third floor. This was too freaking easy. I lifted the ceramic pot and held it over his head and let go. Three point two seconds later he was resting peacefully on the floor. Stupid asshole. Hercules and the Captain appeared moments later and loaded him into their car and I got in with them. "He'll find out why I am a S&M master," the captain smiled cruelly. I swallowed nervously. "Remind me to never piss you off." He laughed at the big Lincoln entered the underground garage. "You don't have to worry about me. I know you are friends with Master Benjy in Peckertown. You are safe with me. Your friend is safe and being treated like royalty." I had to smile at that. "I'm sure he's enjoying himself." A group of boys appeared and dragged the man away. The Captain got out of the car and smiled. We followed the boys to a room with strange material on the walls. "Soundproofing. It will be a bit of time before I get anything useful out of the man. Hercules will see to your comfort," he said, rolling up his sleeves. I decided to follow Hercules. I found Rory stretched out on his back being fed cheese and crackers while a young boy nursed his cock. "Join the fun!" Rory called out. I was naked in seconds. Three hours later Rory, the Captain, and I were sitting around a table. Rory and I were in comfortable bathrobes. "Our friend sang an entire opera. I have send emails to our mutual friends in Peckertown warning them of things. Mr. Hayden will be found eventually. He cannot hide forever," Morgan said. I nodded. "I did the same after tip toeing through his computer. Very nasty stuff there." "Yes. Hercules recovered the computer in question and my software expert peeled it apart like peeling onions. I'm afraid our friend will never be able to show his face anywhere again," Morgan said. "Once clothes are brought to you, I shall return you back the Culkin residence. His brother will be anxious to see him again." "Shit," I said, slapping myself. "I forgot to make a call." I picked up the cell and called Sailor and told him what happened. "We'll be home soon. Rory is fine and so am I." I heard the sigh from the other end. "Good. We were all worried." "I'll explain things in greater detail then," I said and closed the cell. A knock was heard and the Captain turned to the door. "Come!" he commanded. Four naked boys walked in holding clothes and they bowed. "Clothes for the honored guests, Master. May we dress them?" "Yes. At once," Morgan commanded. Once we were dressed, Morgan led us to the waiting limo in the underground garage. Before I stepped in I reached out and shook his hand. "Thanks for everything and for rescuing us." He smiled. "It was my pleasure." "I'll replace the money you spent," Rory offered. Morgan smiled. "That was a very kind gesture. It is not necessary. Thank you very much for the offer." "Thank you for your hospitality," Rory said, shaking his hand. We got in and the Captain waved us off. We relaxed in the rich leather seats on the ride home to the apartment building. Macaulay was so happy to see Rory back and hugged him tight. I felt relieved just to be out of that mess. We went and sat down and talked long into the night. I couldn't shake the feeling it wasn't quite over yet. I sat gazing into the fire the next evening. Macaulay was out on a date and I was home alone with Rory. I was going home tomorrow morning on a private Lear that Mac hired for me. I picked up the wine glass and sipped the white zinfandel. Just the kind I liked. I had the occasional glass on special occasions and this qualified as one of them. I heard a sound behind me and turned to see Rory coming up behind me. He was wearing a silk robe and he smiled at me. I had the feeling something was up. Rory walked around to face me and he untied the belt and let the robe open up and slips slowly off his shoulders to fall on the floor. I smiled at the sight. "For your eyes only," he whispered seductively. The sight of him standing there in a black silk garter belt immediately turned me on, holding shear black stockings in place on his legs. Under the garter belt was a white silk thong. I stood up and took him into my arms and kissed him, my fingers exploring his body. Rory smiled once more and led me to the bedroom once we made sure the fire was out. The bed had the covers turned down and I felt myself get hard. Rory slowly undressed me and we kissed once more. We got on the bed and I lay down with him on top of me. We kissed and French kissed as I caressed his body, feeling his hard cock pressed against mine. Rory slowly rubbed his body against mine, getting me all fired up. I squeezed his bulging package through the silk thong. I rolled him off me and on his back. I began to pleasure him, kissing his neck as I played with his nipples. Rory moaned seductively and I knew he was turned on. I kissed and sucked on his neck for a bit longer and then started moving down his body. As I licked and sucked his teen nipples, I unhooked his stockings and drew the thong down and off him and then hooked them back up once more. Now I could feel his bare cock against my stomach as I sucked on his nipples even more. I finally moved past them and down to his magnificent cock. He raised he legs and spread them as I started licking his cock. I could see his balls dropped lower than before and knew he was looking to lighten them a bit. I moved down to his balls and licked at them for a bit before taking each one into my mouth and gently sucking on them. The smooth hairless skin tasted sweet in my mouth, just the way I liked them. I moved down a bit more and licked at his asshole. He let his head back and moaned out loud. I knew he was hot and wanting it bad. I moved into a sixty-nine and Rory didn't waste time in sucking my cock down into his throat. He could deep throat! I struggled to hold back. I wanted to shoot up in his ass. Rory sucked my cock for a bit while I prepared his ass for fucking with my tongue and fingers. Eventually I reached for the KY and his eyes lit up. He wanted to be ridden. I smiled as I slipped my fingers deep into his hole, stretching and lubricating him. I knew he was ready when he rolled on his back and lifted his legs. I moved up between them and pointed my dripping cock into his wet hole and gently pushed in. Rory let out a long moan as I slowly penetrated him and pushed my seven inches inside of him. He shivered once I got six inches inside of him. He rested his legs on my shoulders. He looked at me and I could see the smoldering lust in his eyes. "Do me, fuck me, you hot stud!" he cried out. I did. I started to fuck slow, taking the time to enjoy the fuck. As the feelings slowly built up inside of me I went faster, fucking Rory hard, shoving my cock deeper into him with every thrust. He writhed about underneath me, calling out my name and telling me what a hot stud I was and that he loved feeling my hard cock inside of his ass. His talk was making me so hot. Before I knew it I was cumming deep inside of him. "Rory, I'm cumming!" I cried out as I fired my first load into him. Rory clamped down on my cock with his rectal muscle and I shot off twice more, and then pulled out and unloaded two more shots on his tummy. I sighed as I slowly came down from my sexual high. Rory sighed and relaxed. He rolled over on me and kissed me. We relaxed for a moment and then he got up and led me to the shower. I took the garter and the stockings off him and then we got in. We washed each other slow and tenderly, enjoying the touching pleasure. Rory got down on his knees and sucked me off to another shattering climax. I shivered as I came down from the orgasm. Rory dried himself and then me off. He led me back into the bedroom where the stereo was playing softly. We slow danced for a bit and then decided it was time for bed. He turned out the lights and joined me in bed. We slept very well that night, feeling very relaxed. We made love once more in the morning, me fucking him once more. His cries of passion as I thrust deep inside of him turned me on more than I could say. He sucked me off in the shower. I ate him out in the hall. He sucked my nipples and my cock on the kitchen table. I fucked him once more on the living room couch. He was wild, uncontrollable, and so full of unbridles lust. It was definitely a time to remember. I tied him up and sucked his cock while working a dildo deep in his ass, making him scream his orgasm out. We finally collapsed in the shower stall once more after wanking each other off to another very satisfying cum. Mac came home and found us lying together in bed. "Hey you two, time to get up! We gotta see Neil off at the airport!" he yelled. Both of us looked at each other and gave Mac the bird. "What it something I said?" Mac asked as we broke up in laughter. He shook his head and left the bedroom as we got up and got dressed. Mac had breakfast on the table by the time we came out. We sat down and ate hearty. Mac eyed us. "I take it you two were very active last night?" he asked. We just smiled. Mac shook his head and sighed. "Teenage hormones," he cracked and the three of us laughed. Breakfast was finished and then it was time to go. I stood at the door and shook hands with both of them. "If you two are ever in Colorado, drop in on us at Logan's Mountain. We'd love to have you," I said. Mac smiled. "That's an invitation we can't refuse. Take care." Rory moved up in front of me and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks for protection me." "It was my pleasure. Just keep watching your back like I taught you and don't be afraid to ask for help," I said. There was a knock on the door and Rory answered it. Charles stood there grinning. "Good news," he said. "NYPD found brown Ford man and the cabbie as well. They said Hayden fled the country. Interpol has been notified." I nodded. "That is good news. I'll notify my friends." He picked up my duffle and headed to the elevator. I turned to the Culkin brothers. "Thanks for your hospitality," I said. "Good luck to you both." We shook hands once more and then I went to the elevator. I rode down with Charles and we got into the limo and drove off to the airport. I looked out the windows and thought about what happened. I went over my actions and decided I had done well except having been caught unawares in Hayden's office. It was a reminder to be lots more careful in the future. I looked up once we arrived at the small airport. Charles pulled up to the gatehouse and showed my boarding papers. The guard looked them over and waved us in. The plane stood on the tarmac and Charles pulled up next to it. I got out and shook hands with Charles. He saluted and I got on board, stashing the duffle in the overhead. If I had been more observant, I would have noticed the pilot approaching the plane. The plane started moving forward a moment later and I buckled my belt for the takeoff. The door to the cockpit was closed and I wasn't able to hear any of the radio calls. The takeoff was nice and smooth. This guy knew his stuff. I retrieved the ops laptop that Shiro had given me and started working on it. First email was to our old friend Q in England, sending him a picture of Hayden and explaining the situation. Then I sent another one to Daniel Radcliff and a copy of the picture so he would be warned as well. Then I settled down to write the report. It wasn't until we were over Kentucky that things changed. I became aware of a long barreled Magnum scratching my forehead. I slowly looked up to see a deranged Hayden standing there. He grabbed the laptop and flung it at the wall. It hit the wall and landed on the floor. He put two bullets through the keyboard, right into the hard drive. This wasn't looking good. "Hands behind the seat, boy!" he screamed. I complied quickly. He cuffed my hands together and then sat down in the seat in front of me. He lit a cigar and blew the smoke upward and smiled. "First I get my revenge on you. I get to watch you die gloriously while I parachute down to Earth. Then I shall hunt down Rory and make him pay. Then it will be that bastard and his black bastard. I'll whip them to death! Once they are dead, I'll take all of his boys and create the biggest boy slave empire ever!" he cackled. "If you say so," I said. He grabbed my hair and yanked on it hard, causing me to wince in pain. "I say so. Gotta run," he said and kissed me hard on the mouth. "Wish I had the time to fuck your brains out, kid." "That's good," I said. "Certainly wouldn't want anything you got." He punched me hard in the face and I tried to roll with the punch, but it hurt. I smiled at him as he snarled. "Not bad old man," I said. "You've been working out." He walked over to a seat and pulled a parachute on and strapped it in place. He walked over to the door and opened it and the door blew off and vanished. There was an instant tornado inside the plane. Anything not locked down went flying. Then it stopped once the plane passed the 1200 mark. I watched him fling parachutes out the door. "Sorry about that kiddo!" he laughed. "Can't have you escape your fate!" I watched him dive out next. I was alone. Okay, picture this if you can. Maniac flied plane up into the sky. Waits until you are relaxed and unaware of danger to your life, comes out and ties you to chair and then treats you to a twenty minute rant about things, opens door, straps on parachute, tosses the rest out of the door, bids you fond farewell, and dives out. That's exactly the situation I found myself in. I cussed myself out for not checking the pilot. I took care of the cuffs and stood up and quickly searched the plane for any parachutes. There was none to be found since he tossed them all out. I ran up into the cockpit area to find all the gages destroyed and broken wires everywhere. Okay, time to jump and hope my abilities are enough to save my worthless ass. I took a quick walk out the door and watched the plane fall away from me. I rolled over and assumed the skydiver position and scanned for the asshole. My thinking was that I could find him and knock him cold and pop the chute and ride his ass all the way down. I located his thought patterns and began flying. I came up on his position and he blinked at me in shock as I waved hello. He sneered at me and yanked on the cord. The parachute popped out, and he went up rapidly out of sight. Okay, I now had a new problem. That avenue was no longer available. Fine. I'd have to get down the hard way. I assumed the skydiver's position once more and relaxed. I started to move myself slowly in a new direction, a little at a time. I could make out details now, the land becoming clearer with each passing second. I finally gained control over my momentum and speed. Off to my right I spotted a fireball far below me. I hoped the plane didn't crash into anything populated. I turned my attention back to my current crisis and then saw a pond off to my right. I steered towards it and got closer and closer. Now I could see four naked boys pointing up at me. I managed to catch a slight updraft, rode it to the top, and then put my feet together and my arms straight to my sides. I dropped right into the pond, dead center. I went down to the bottom and then kicked upward. They were right there with their floating rafts and helped me to the shore. "Hi," I smiled, adjusting my tie as I stood there dripping wet. "Hope you didn't mind my dropping in unannounced." All four just shook their heads and started to laugh. I laughed right along with them. "You okay dude?" the oldest boy asked. I nodded. "I am now." He reached for my tie and took it off me. "Going to be awhile before we get picked up. Want to have fun?" I stood on the balcony of the Jorgenson Inn later that evening, feeling good about myself. I had my first solo mission and survived it. The Kentucky State Police found the parachute that Hayden left behind and started searching the area. The plane had crashed into a rocky unpopulated area and was recovered. The four boys had been fun to be with. The five way had been fun and the younger boy certainly knew how to suck cock. He sure could ride, too. I told them all about Peckertown and they said they went there every summer and had loads of fun. They had an Uncle who lived there. I called home and reported in to Hejiro and he promised extra training. I think I'm in trouble now! I left messages on Dad's cell and then hung up the phone and relaxed. There was a knock at the door and I went over to answer it. A young redheaded ten years old was standing there with a cart in front of him. He smiled shyly. "I was told to entertain you tonight and take care of your needs," he said in a soft voice that sent chills up and down my spine. This was going to be fun. ************************************************************************ Samurai Inc. 24 Shiro's up in his own exciting adventure! Stay tuned, folks!