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Absolute Power - 5
by WarLord (warlordwrites@yahoo.com)

***

Abraham Lincoln said it best: "Nearly all men can stand 
adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, 
give him power." See how young Billy handles this test 
as he confronts the others who have their own power. 
(FFm-teen, bi, inc, oral, mast, bd, mc, sci-fi)

***

This is a work of fiction any similarities between the 
characters, events, or locations in this story and 
actual locations, events, or people are purely 
coincidental. (c) 2005 Warlord

Chapter 6

I took a deep, cleansing breath, trying to capture 
everything Big Leo ever said to me, then loud and clear 
said, "No point in arguing, gentlemen. All those 
drawings are wrong." 

I paused to wait out the storm as Darryl crumpled the 
paper, throwing it on the ground as he yelled loudly, 
"Dirty bastards, now I am out of here. This is too 
fucked up."

Clayton looked over at him with an amused expression 
saying, "Christ sake, Champeau you're no virgin this 
aint the first time the print been fucked up."

Darryl was mad now, screaming, "How 'bout it intern? 
What the fuck you want? Or are you another stupid 
bastard in a suit?"

It seemed an inopportune time to remind him I was 
wearing jeans. Before I could answer, Gwen's voice came 
loudly past my ear, saying, "William probably shouldn't 
have to answer that. You are the guys with the skill 
and experience. I DO know one thing for goddamn sure."

Darryl was just a touch softer as he asked, "What the 
fuck is that?"

Gwen spoke in a stronger tone, "This exhibit must be 
ready for the public the very second the opening day 
gates unlock. No excuse and no bullshit. If it doesn't 
open on time, the 'Big Boss' who ordered this exhibit 
will get real mad, and start firing people, and keep 
firing until he's happy again." 

Darryl snorted. "He ain't my boss."

Guy seemed to wake up, as he said in his very 
attention-getting way, "Darryl, use your God damn head. 
When he gets done slashing and burning inside his own 
shop, he'll come hunting for everybody who had a hand 
in this fucking fiasco. You really want him and his 
legion of bloodsucking lawyers to come visit? I sure as 
fuck don't."

*****

I was leaning on the hood of the Benz, smoking a 
cigarette. The site was a beehive of activity, with 
Gwen leading Guy and Allan from the exhibits company 
around, explaining how she wanted the exhibit trailers 
and their porch and deck placed, while Bailey and 
Jennifer were telling Darryl and Lonnie the truckers 
exactly how the motor homes and travel trailers would 
be situated. 

Diana had authorized unlimited overtime and materials, 
while Guy assumed overall coordination, so all was 
right with everybody's world. Clayton bummed a 
cigarette while he waited for the dust to settle before 
he could start his fencing. 

Clayton was older, with snow white hair; a classic 
grandfather type, if yours is artfully profane with a 
love of filthy jokes. He toed out his butt as he headed 
for his people, saying sympathetically over his 
shoulder, "Don't sweat it, kid, you got'em moving. I've 
seen a bunch of these projects. Plenty of time now." 

Then he was yelling at the men and women of his crew to 
get off their lazy asses, while they, for their part, 
laughed, while quite noisily questioning his leadership 
and parentage among other physically impossible things. 
Oddly, while this all was loudly happening, the crew 
was already in motion. 

I headed for the toilet building behind me. Might as 
well take a piss while I waited for my ladies to finish 
creating their feminine havoc on the site. 

The men's room had extended stainless troughs, with a 
long row of toilet cubicles for the press of people who 
attended the fair. During this pre-fair, time I was 
alone. As I washed my hands I heard a barking laugh 
followed by a loud, "Hey, if it aint the faggy fag of 
Lake County High. You in here trolling for cock to 
suck, fag?"

I looked up into the piggy eyes of Neil Cartwright. 
School psychopath, and our class's bully 
extraordinaire. Neil had been held back so many times 
that he was older and bigger than even the seniors. He 
was a big, fat slob, but he used his weight inelegantly 
to crush you to a wall while he hammered you down with 
his fists. It was a humiliating and painful beating. 
Only his rich parents prevented his expulsion on the 
numerous occasions that he injured the other kids. Of 
course I leave it to better psychologists to explain 
why Neil always went for homophobic references in his 
insults. 

Without further preliminary, Neil yelled loudly, and 
charged with his two fists high over his head. My body 
then did the oddest thing, quite of its own volition. I 
came up on my toes, facing Neil with my fists raised. 
Neil laughed. 

My left hand jabbed forward catching Neil flush on the 
nose. I smoothly pivoted to the right with my right 
hand driving into Neil's right side just under the 
ribs. As I straightened behind him, my left palm 
slapped him hard on the back of the head. 

Neil skidded forward, slamming face first into a metal 
toilet partition. I stood in wonder at my sudden 
ability, while he turned, leaning against the partition 
with blood streaming down his face. His expression 
contorted even more hatefully as he straightened. Once 
more, he charged me; this time, his hands were in front 
of his face as he tried to press me to the wall with 
his great belly. 

Standing my ground in the middle of the men's room 
floor, I stabbed into his exposed gut with my left 
hand, then my right. I was already moving sideways as 
his hands came down. Neil was stumbling as my right 
came up, striking the side of his jaw so hard my hand 
stung clear back to my elbow! Neil staggered forward, 
falling face first into a urinal trough. 

As the adrenaline flowed from my body I sagged against 
a sink shaking my fist as the pain of my knuckles 
shocked me. Before I could really begin to process what 
just happened, the cavalry arrived. Gwen slammed the 
door open, charging in with her gun drawn. Angel 
followed, holding a tiny automatic pistol, with Bailey 
right behind. 

Gwen was on the edge of hysteria as she screamed, 
"What's going on? Are you all right? What the fuck is 
happening in here?"

It made me grin. No mama grizzly bear protecting her 
cubs was half as mean as mommy Gwen right that second. 
Before I could answer she spotted Neil groaning as he 
tried to crawl out of the urinal. Gwen grabbed Neil's 
hair jerking him out of the urinal to sit down hard on 
the concrete floor. Neil's nose was still leaking 
blood, while more ran out of his slack lips. He was 
going to have a spectacular bruise on his jaw, even as 
one eye was closing. 

Gwen ground the muzzle of her pistol into Neil's ear, 
as she screamed at him to wake up. The only reason we 
didn't draw a crowd was that the cacophonous engine 
noise of Bobcats, Lulls, and trucks, accompanied by 
their almost constant shrill backup alarms, drowned out 
even Gwen.

Neil's one eye opened, then widened in fright as Gwen 
shoved that gun barrel in his mouth, likely breaking a 
tooth in the process. Now that she had Neil's undivided 
attention, Gwen paused breathing deeply. Neil, wisely, 
did not move a muscle. 

By this time, Bailey was hugging me, checking for 
damage, while Jennifer stood backing Gwen up, with a 
minuscule automatic pointed at the floor. I was 
chagrined. I had never bothered to ask Angel if she had 
a gun or could shoot. I was going to have to get 
smarter quicker. 

Gwen began speaking slowly, ominously, saying, "You 
were going to hurt my son."

Then she punctuated her words by cocking her gun as she 
continued, "I should kill you."

Neil looked terrified and nauseated by turns as Gwen 
contemplated him in gathering silence. No one, least of 
all Neil, doubted that she would pull that trigger. The 
puddle under Neil, slowly running to the floor drain, 
only confirmed his terror. 

In good conscience, I was trying hard to feel some 
sympathy for Neil as he sat in his own waste, waiting 
for Gwen to decide his fate, but Neil had been so 
purely vicious in his hounding actions that all I could 
really be conscious of, was an intense satisfaction at 
his comeuppance. 

Gwen pulled the gun out of his mouth. In the hush, you 
could hear the tooth she displaced hit the floor. She 
settled the muzzle between his eyes. Neil's' eyes 
crossed in an almost comic fashion, trying to keep 
track of it. 

Gwen asked softly, "What's your name, bully?"

Neil swallowed a big mouthful of blood, gagged, taking 
a deep breath to answer in a noisy rush with tears 
streaming down his face. "Neil, Ma'am. Neil 
Cartwright."

Gwen smiled coldly as she continued, still softly, 
"Well, Neil Cartwright. You were going to beat up my 
son today. I don't know what all went on here, but it 
appears you got your ass whipped. Quite a surprise, I'm 
guessing."

Neil didn't know how to respond to that so he sat 
gulping and gasping while Gwen continued, "Neil, from 
now on your bully days are clean over. First, if you so 
much as talk to Billy, ever again, I will kill you. You 
don't ever come near him, much less touch him. If you 
see my son you run away. Do you understand Neil?"

Neil nodded. Gwen pressed the muzzle harder into his 
forehead as she repeated, "Do you fucking understand, 
Neil?"

Neil quickly said, "Yes, ma'am. I understand. No 
talking, no touching, stay far away. Yes, ma'am."

Gwen continued now even softer and slower, "Neil, you 
are the very worst sort. Brave only when your victims 
are weaker, and a total coward when confronted by 
someone stronger. Never again, do you understand?"
 
Neil was quicker this time. "No, ma'am, never again."

Gwen smiled coldly as she continued, "You don't realize 
it Neil, but this time you mean it. Billy will be 
watching you, Neil. If you slip back into your old 
tormenting ways, this pain today is but a tiny sample 
of what you will receive just before I cap your ass."

Neil started, and paled even more as he understood what 
she said. Suddenly he leaned forward, vomiting 
copiously into his own lap. 

Gwen stood up calmly and stepped over to a corner, 
carefully lowering the hammer on her gun before 
returning it to her waist pack. Angel was slipping her 
little automatic in a pouch behind the front waist of 
her jeans. Bailey was kissing and rubbing my knuckles 
as she led me out of the building. Gwen and Angel 
followed us out, leaving Neil to his own devices. 

*****

We were sitting in the Benz on our way home. I was 
still freaked out by my fight with Neil. Not even the 
fight, so much as my sudden combat skill. 

I was accustomed, if not exactly comfortable with my 
role as 'prey' for the predators those bullies of Lake 
County High. To suddenly become a 'wolf in sheep's 
clothing' was fully as traumatic for me as it was for 
Neil. 

Well, okay! Maybe Neil did get the worst of it 
physically, but still, I was not prepared to suddenly 
be a pugilist. Gwen interrupted my musing to ask much 
the same question. "Billy, when did you become a 
boxer?"

I shook my head, saying in wonder, "I haven't a fucking 
clue."

I glanced back at her, smiling. "Can't say that it 
didn't feel really good to punch Neil in his lard 
filled gut."

Jennifer giggled, then went on more seriously, saying, 
"Master Billy, I assume it's an Otto thing. He was 
experimenting with transferring physical, even athletic 
skills, as well as mental ones."

Made sense. I nodded. The only new thing in my life was 
Otto's treatment.

Gwen commented in a thoughtful tone, "The skill 
transfer probably wouldn't have worked, Billy, except 
now you're in reasonably good shape."

That was true. The workouts started soon after I began 
my intern job with Otto at Mega Chem. I swam in our 
pool daily now, followed with a workout on Gwen's 
machines in our basement gym before leaving for work. I 
even ran with Brianna and Hanna couple times a week 
after I got home. 

I wondered now: was my newfound passion for exercise 
orchestrated by Otto?

Grinning widely, I quit my speculation, saying with a 
laugh, "Billy the boxer floats like a butterfly, stings 
like a bee."

Now they were all laughing. In one tiny nagging part of 
my mind I wondered what else Otto had buried in my 
unsuspecting skull? I shook my head in exasperation. 
There was going to be no way of knowing until, like 
today with Neil, something or someone triggered an 
'Otto' response. 

*****

As she drove, Angel kept glancing over at me with an 
expectant look, until finally I asked her, "Angel, do 
you have a question?"

Angel nodded shyly as she asked timidly, "Master Billy, 
why didn't you use Otto's pen or his special lighter?"

I looked at her, incredulous, in stunned, disbelieving 
silence, as from the back seat I heard Gwen's voice 
demanding, "What? What pen? What lighter? What's she 
talking about, Billy?"

I gestured for Jennifer to continue, as she haltingly 
related the details of my Otto-designed aerosol pen and 
dart-throwing lighter to Bailey and Gwen. They were 
both aghast that I had not employed one of them to drop 
fat Neil in his tracks. 

Suddenly Gwen burst into tears, wailing loudly that her 
son and master had risked injury so unnecessarily. 
Bailey looked ready to join her sniffling. I waved 
Jennifer over to the curb. Before I could exit the car, 
I was wearing Bailey and Gwen in the front seat. After 
calming them a bit, and with what I hoped was a 
suitably chagrined expression I admitted, "I forgot it 
-- every bit of it. I utterly forgot the pen the 
lighter, and the gun still in my backpack. I even 
forgot to tell you where I was going, or any thought to 
ask you to watch my back. I only hope this muddle-
headed thinking is because of overload from that 
information torrent Otto talked about. I promise with 
your help I'll be smarter."

After my caressing and kissing calmed Gwen and Bailey, 
Angel proffered a tissue and I wiped Gwen's eyes. 
Suddenly Gwen began crying anew, while begging 
forgiveness for her angry outburst, saying, "Master, 
can you forgive me for yelling at you? I'm so very 
sorry. I was worried. I promise it'll never happen 
again."

With that Gwen clutched at my neck while her face was 
buried in my chest her tears wetting my shirt. Now I 
had to calm her. Again! Fucking Otto. 

We arrived at my house with me riding in back of the 
Benz cuddled with Gwen and Bailey. I was profoundly 
weary. Gwen looked into my tired eyes as she helped me 
out of the car, and promptly supported me through the 
front door. Once inside, Bailey and Angel took charge, 
leading me to the big bedroom. 

As Bailey knelt in front of me, stripping me, I turned 
to Jennifer Angel with a question that had been 
bothering me. "Angel, Otto must have been very busy 
that last day. When did he 'take over' Gwen? What about 
my aunt Grace and my cousins?"

Jennifer stopped undressing, lost in thought. The 
camisole top bunched sensually above her breasts. She 
smiled ruefully at me, saying sympathetically, "A month 
-- no, more like six weeks ago Otto programmed Gwen, 
then Grace and your cousins, imprinting them to you. 
They were 'fully activated' yesterday when he was out 
of the office programming Bailey."

I was stunned. Fucking Otto. This was no spur of the 
moment endeavor. He'd planned this for...

I stood with my mouth agape as my brain just 
overloaded.

...Fucking hell, who knows how long he planned all 
this. 

My brain whirled around in circles, out of control. 

Bailey continued to undress my unresisting body, and 
then, when I was naked, positioned me on my back in the 
middle of the big Tempur-pedic bed. The bedroom was 
dark, quiet, and restful. Angel tenderly kissed my 
face, cooing softly as she tucked herself under my arm. 
Bailey knelt between my sprawled legs as she sucked my 
cock deep into her mouth. Angel continued her loving 
caresses as Bailey slowly licked the full length of my 
cock, alternating with soft kisses from her pursed 
lips. I didn't climax, falling asleep in the middle of 
Baileys languorous treatment with my brain still a 
muddle. 

*****

My eyes opened slowly. The room was dim. I had no idea 
what time it was. Sleeping Angel was lying with her 
head on my chest, locks fanned in a blonde blanket. I 
lifted my head a bit, making eye contact with Bailey, 
still kneeling between my legs. She smiled happily as 
she kissed the head of my cock, then settled down, 
tenderly nuzzling my balls. 

My head fell back as I relaxed, the fingers of my right 
hand tangled in Bailey's hair. Awaking this time, my 
mind was less hectic, my thoughts were less confused; 
somehow even my vision was sharper. 

Gently I caressed my Jennifer Angel into wakefulness. 
She lifted her head to smile prettily through her 
blonde mane. Angel lowered her lips to my chest, as 
Bailey took both my balls into her mouth. Angel kissed 
her way upwards to my lips, as Bailey stroked me while 
holding my sac in her warm, wet mouth. Angel paused to 
make eye contact, then quickly moved down to take my 
cock in her mouth. 

The feel of her lips triggered my orgasm. Groaning 
loudly I pulsed into her mouth. Angel smirked as she 
turned Bailey's face upward drooling the white strands 
into her open mouth. Her erotic display diminished my 
arousal not at all. When Angel was done they kissed 
intensely, tongues deep in each other's mouth.

They peered at me, then crawled up my body until they 
could both kiss me just as totally and deeply. I tasted 
my piquant flavor on their lips as my tongue explored. 
Taking a fistful of Angel's blonde curls, I unhurriedly 
pulled her head back, making eye contact. 

Jennifer smiled as she asked, "Yes, Master Billy?"

I replied, grinning, "As enjoyable as this is, my two 
beauties, we need to get out of bed and check in with 
the others."

Angel nodded while Bailey's voice was muffled; she was 
kissing me under the jaw as she replied, "Yes, sir."

Gracefully they rose from my bed, pulling me into a 
sitting position. Angel leaned forward at the waist, 
her hands on my shoulders, kissing me until Bailey 
interrupted. Bailey brought a washcloth and towel to 
the bedside. After I stood up, she wiped me down with 
the hot, saturated cloth refreshing me. Angel rubbed 
briskly with the thick cotton towel, drying me while 
completing the wake up. 

The three of us walked into the kitchen hand in hand. 
Did I mention we were naked? Thought so! The kitchen 
was empty. Sauntering out the double French doors onto 
the glassed-in patio, I was captured in a fierce hug 
and soundly kissed by mommy Gwen, barely dressed in a 
tiny thong. She led us across the patio, into the 
building enclosing our in-ground pool. 

An oval spa bordered by a rock garden with fountains, 
stream, and waterfall made up one end of the 
rectangular pool, with long swimming lanes stretching 
to the diving board on the 'deep end.' 

My aunt Grace was lolling in the spa, while my cousins 
Brianna and Hannah were sprawled in their oiled 
perfection on chaise lounges, getting the last of the 
afternoon sun through the glass walls surrounding the 
pool. Angel was already on her way down the steps into 
the pool's water, as Gwen rejoined her sister in the 
spa. 

I was staring at this collection of exquisiteness 
trying to decide what to do next, when I realized that 
Bailey was kneeling at my feet awaiting my 
instructions. 


Continued in Chapter Seven...

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