David

Samurai, Inc.

Chapters 9-11

Guest Star 11 year old Jonathan Lapinski.
Author's Note: To my knowledge, Jonathan Lapinski's model is not gay, and this story is not implying that he is. This is a fantasy, just like the rest of my series. Purple italics indicate think speak.

I hate it when the best laid plans get screwed up. Take my current situation (please do, I'd love for someone else to get screwed by Mr. Murphy for a change) for example. I'm in the middle of the forest in Big Bear, California with Neil and a very scared naked boy. Since I have a chance to brief you quickly, I will. I had been called to come out to California to testify in a court case I was involved in a few years ago. It's classified, so I can't tell ya the dirty details. But I can tell you this, you can sleep a little better at night. I took Neil with me because they said I'd be on the stand one, two days at the most and I wanted to do something nice for Neil. He'd been working so hard on developing his powers and doing quite well at it. He was now in school, and handling that very well. Made some friends his age, which made me very happy. I had started to worry about his social skills. I worried for nothing. We had gone around California, doing the usual tourist thing, even doing some of the amusement parks, like Disneyland, Magic Mountain, and Knott's Berry Farm. I had forgotten how much fun those places were, and it all made me feel like a kid again.

Our final thing was to spend a week camping out in the forest of Big Bear, but that plan got changed when Neil had sensed danger. He locked onto the kid running for his life through the forest. Finding the wrecked van with boy's clothes, ropes, a briefcase full of money, a picture of the boy in it as well, and the dead driver was definitely not in our plans, either. After wasting fifteen minutes arguing with the Big Bear police dispatch, Neil and I set out after the boy. We found them nearly three hours later, and it was a good thing because it was getting dark and cold. We found the boy tied to a tree with a thin blanket wrapped around him and being watched by at least four men. I thought this would be easy.

Heh. WRONG!!!!!

Neil and I rescued the boy, and got chased by the four men. They were well armed, better than I was, but I had a few advantages over them. First, there was Neil and his abilities. Second, I was far better trained in combat techniques. Third, I had training and experience in wilderness survival. Fourth, I am a very nasty bastard. You do not want to cross me. End of subject. So now I needed to figure out what in hell I was going to do. We had gotten to the top of a hill and had stopped for the night. I got a fire going and set up camp. Neil shared his clothes with the boy who turned out to be eleven-year-old Jonathan Lapinski, star of Little Vampire, a movie that Neil had watched late one night on the Disney Channel at the Disneyland Hotel where we stayed in Anaheim. He recognized him right off the bat.

"Thanks for saving me," Jonathan smiled at us as he dressed.

"No problem," Neil grinned. I had the chance to look at Jonathan while he dressed. He was short for his age, hairless except for the short spiky brown hair on his head. I couldn't tell his eye color because it was too dark. His body was slender and just right for him. His penis appeared to be three inches [7½ cm] soft, and uncircumcised. He was nice to look at. I listened to the boys talk while I busied myself getting the rest of the camp up and setting alarm traps up. Okay, let's talk about alarm traps. They basically are strings holding various noisemakers designed to wake your ass up in a hurry when Mr. Bad Guy comes calling. Doom on him. I used empty chili cans and string to build them. Oldest type of alarm traps ever invented. They were KISS (Keep It Simple, Stupid) easy, too. What I didn't know was that these four tangos were calling in reinforcements. Before long I'd be dealing with about twenty of them. This would be the mission that Neil would truly earn his spurs, even though he had already. I turned to the boys.

"Better get some sleep, guys. We up and out early in the morning. I wanna stay as far away from these dudes as I can," I said to them.

"Okay, Dad. Me and Jonathan can bunk together," Neil said.

"Okay. Try to sleep. There's plenty of time for fooling around once we get out of this mess," I warned.

"Yes sir," Jonathan nodded.

Good. He was taking me seriously already. While they slept, I cleaned, prepped, and loaded the suppressed MP-5 that I had packed in my war bag. I had checked it as baggage, and hoped the airport security would miss it. I loaded a dozen thirty round clips and arranged it in my combat vest. By the time I was done with my preparations, it was midnight. I had used my GPS (Global Positioning Satellite) computer to figure out exactly where I was (no hunter, hiker, camper, biker, or soldier should ever be without one of these. They are that reliable) and planned my route out of here. I opted for the fast route, wanting to reach a road or major highway so I could get Jonathan to safety. I closed my eyes after settling myself against a tree and resting the H&K MP-5 sub gun across my lap. I slept for six hours, waking up at six. We broke down camp fast, distributing the load fairly between the three of us. Jonathan had never hiked before, so I gave him a light load. We would have to go at his speed, he'd never been trained in this environment or at our pace. Believe it or not, he proved himself. Neil kept tabs on the four guys following us. They were angry that Jonathan had slipped away from them. We hiked uphill for most of the morning, taking short breaks to give Jonathan the rest he needed. He told us what happened during those breaks.

"I was at home in Westlake Village, waiting for my folks to get home from the store with things for dinner. I had just finished my homework when I heard the front door open. Thinking it was my parents, I went into the living room to see them, and instead, came face to face with some stranger. I turned to run, but he jumped on me and pressed some smelly cloth against my face. That was all I can remember, everything went black. When I woke up, I found myself tied to the side of the van naked. They were touching me everywhere. One guy told the others not to get too carried away, or the Professor would get mad, whoever this guy is. I don't know what caused the crash, but everyone got bounced all over the van. I discovered one of the ropes loose, so I managed to free myself, grab my shoes and run," Jonathan said. I nodded.

"Good going. When I get into a better position, I'll call a friend of mine in Hollywood and get him to contact your family."

***

We stopped for a food break around eight. As we ate our breakfast, I scanned the trees with by binoculars, while Neil relaxed and did his own scanning. He told Jonathan he was meditating.

I sense the four of them being very pissed off, Dad, Neil 'said'.

Well, they shouldn't have kidnapped Jonathan or pissed me off, I replied.

True. Last mistake they will ever make if we have anything to say about it. One of the guys is the leader, and he's acting very calm. I wonder if he called anybody on a cell phone? Neil said.

That had not occurred to me. Cell phones these days are so advanced it isn't funny. I thought about that for a moment, and then decided I'd deal with that if it happened. For now, I'd stick to my original plan of hightailing it out to a road as quick as we could.

"I'm ready to go," Jonathan said to us.

"You have been doing real good, Jonathan. Just hang in there," I said.

"So what's the plan?" he asked.

"Get to a main road and hopefully someone will give us a ride into town," I replied, scratching at my beard.

"Cool," Jonathan said. He didn't have to say anything, I could tell he was scared. He was holding it in real well. I had to admire his guts.

"I really shouldn't worry, I know you guys will protect me. I've heard of you," Jonathan said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah. One of my best friends is Jake Llewellyn. He said you guys were very cool," Jonathan replied. I decided to call Jake later.

"Did he say anything else?" Jonathan had the look on his face like he was debating what to say next.

"He did say you guys were a lot of fun to be with."

"Did he say what kind of fun?" I enquired.

Jonathan stopped and looked at us, blowing his breath out.

"Yeah, he did. He said that I had nothing to worry about, that you guys would be cool with me, and that you would let me say what. Jake and I have fooled around a few times, and I like doing… Boy things. He also said that I needed to keep that information to myself, because it could hurt a lot of people, and I swore it I would." I nodded.

I believed Jonathan.

"I believe you," I said.

"Goes for me too," Neil nodded. Jonathan grinned like a huge load had been taken off his young shoulders. I guess it hadn't been easy for him to admit that he liked doing boy things with other boys, and Neil himself had a hard time coming to terms with that. But he had, and now he was insatiable. Horny little boy.

"How far have we gone?" Neil asked. I played with the GPS before answering him.

"About five miles [8 km]."

Neil looked over my shoulder as I figured some numbers in the computer against the map. He noted a mark on the map.

"What's that supposed to be?" he asked.

"A scout camp. Been closed for some time because of lack of funds to fix it up," I replied.

"How far?" Neil asked.

"About two miles [3 km]. Why?" I asked. Neil stood and closed his eyes. He breathed in and out a few times.

"Trust me on this, okay Dad?" Now I was nervous.

"Neil, what are you gonna do?"

"Trust me," he said, and took hold of my belt and Jonathan's. Next thing I knew, we were floating a few feet off the ground. Jonathan's eyes got big, just like mine.

"How…" he started as I motioned for quiet. I didn't need Neil dropping us. We flew around trees in the general direction of the scout camp. My mind was boggling. How in the world did he do that? So many questions, no answers. I hoped Neil knew what he was doing.

Forty-five minutes later, he set us down in the middle of the camp. He slumped against a tree and sighed. He looked totally worn out. I got a blanket out of Jonathan's pack and wrapped it around Neil. He closed his eyes and dozed off.

"Is he going to be okay?" Jonathan asked.

"He'll be fine. Neil is a very unusual boy. He has mutant powers that enable him to do lots of things. Apparently he got it from his Grandfather, passed to him through his Father. He's been learning how to use them. It seems he's a lot more advanced than I thought. Something else I need to you keep to yourself," I said.

"Got my word on that. Besides, I don't think people will believe me," Jonathan nodded agreement.

"Let's look around for a bit. I want to see what we can do to fix this place up in case those weirdos come calling," I said.

"Huh. Jake was right, you do have a funny sense of humor," Jonathan grinned.

I just shook my head. This kid was all right. We did tour the camp, and I saw many possibilities for defending this place. The entire plan needed was some materials, and time to make it happen. Jonathan and I got busy and started working on the defenses. Neil ambled up to us an hour later.

"Are you okay, Neil?" I asked.

"Just fine now. I've been practicing that stunt for weeks. I can fly just fine by myself, but carrying people is a lot of work," Neil admitted.

"You look so normal," Jonathan blurted out.

"Thanks. Tried to turn myself green like a Martian, but didn't work!" Neil cracked, making us laugh.

"I'm sorry about that," Jonathan said.

"No biggie," Neil said.

"How are you holding up, Jonathan?"

"Okay, I guess. At first I was really scared. I wondered what they were going to do to me, and then meeting you guys was lucky, I guess I'll be okay once this is over. Oh, call me Jon for short. Only my Mom calls me Jonathan when I've screwed up really bad," Jon grinned.

"Deal," I said, Neil agreeing as well. Jon smiled and turned back to the can alarm he was building. I quickly filled Neil in on the plan. Neil added a few suggestions of his own, which I liked. I watched Neil float various things around the camp as needed, and I knew Jon was impressed. We raided the mess hall and found canned food. I opened a few and declared them safe. Jon got that faraway look in his eyes as we ate lunch.

"Something on your mind?" I asked. Jon sighed.

"I was just thinking about myself. Thinking about why I like doing boy things. Wondering if it's a normal thing."

"It is," Neil assured him.

"It's part of growing up for us, a way of finding out what sex is about. No one knows for sure how we will turn out. It's something you and I have to figure out on our own. I know for sure that I'm gay. My powers have nothing to do with that, either. That's a separate deal. You're still at the stage where you are experimenting with your sexual feelings, trying to figure out what they are and why they make you feel good." I sat up. Neil had been listening to us. Jon nodded, trying to take it all in.

"You'll figure it all out in time. You can call me anytime you need to talk to someone. We do more than just protect a celebrity. We help them with their problems, and hopefully, give them the key to find the solutions," Neil smiled. I was truly proud of Neil right then and there. He had finally found himself, and more importantly, had accepted himself.

"Thanks," Jon nodded.

"Hey, anything for a friend," Neil grinned. Both boys grinned at each other and went about doing what they needed to. I mentally crossed my fingers and hoped things would work out here. I decided now was the time to call our friend Mac.

"Mac," he answered his phone.

"Quit playing with your secretary and put it back in your pants, boy!" I growled. There was a pause on the other end, and then laughter.

"Fuck you very much!"

Once I briefed Mac, he set the ball rolling. He'd take care of the notifications. By the time anybody could react, it could be all over. We were still on our own. No big news there.

Dad, I sense them coming. There's the four of them, Neil said.

Gee, I've had better odds, I said. Neil said.

Wisecracker! I snapped.

His only response was laughter. I sighed. This kid was going to be the death of me. I turned to start checking things again. I wanted to surprise them really good this time. It was getting close to dark, and I wondered if they would be dumb enough to attack just before dark. Tangos tend to do very dumb things sometimes, and these clowns were no exceptions. We ate cold chili for dinner, not wanting to give us away yet. However, they did it first. We heard cans clanging off in the distance, and loud cursing. Company had arrived. The three of us scurried off to our positions. The first defensive action was taking place. The guy who set off the can alarm came slithering in from the north. Neil smiled at him before creating the deranged wolf illusion (Read chapter 8 for the description). The reaction was immediate. The dumb idiot unloaded into his pants both front and back before passing out.

"One down, three to go," Neil muttered to himself. I listened as the next one came in from the west, cussing as the tree branches smacked him. I raised my MP-5 and dropped the front sight on him as he stepped into view.

"Sorry, no solicitors allowed here!" I called out. Tango two looked up at me and saw my gun trained on him. He looked at his shotgun, and then back at my gun. He smiled waved, turned and ran. Two down.

Jon's got one sneaking up on him! Neil called out.

Warn him! I said, turning in his direction. I saw the expression on Jon's face. He reacted quickly, turning to see the man coming up on him. Before I could do anything, the tango had pointed his nine at Jon.

"Get them paws up!" tango three demanded. Jon shrugged.

"Okay." He let go of the rope he was holding. Said rope was holding a pole restraining a bent tree branch. Tree branch speedily introduced its self to tango three. Tango three could be heard howling his way down the side of the mountain. Jon giggled. Three down. Leader man charged me, but I stopped him with a few shots from my MP-5, quickly changing his mind. He turned and ran for the tree line.

"We'll be back!" he yelled. I walked over to Neil and his napping tango as Jon joined us.

"Gross! Didn't this guy change his diapers before attacking us?" Jon groaned. I smiled.

A half hour later, I sent the guy packing with some large sheets wrapped around his midsection like they were diapers, with the instructions to tell his friends to leave, or else. We kept his cell, clothes, and gear. Neil inventoried his gear to find several flash bangs, duct tape, a cell phone, a Mad Dog Tahito fighting knife, eight double-stacked nine-millimeter clips, and an H&K nine. The flash bangs were very helpful. We split them up and planted them in various places around the camp. I hit the maintenance shed and found enough chemicals to make even more flash bangers. I took care of that department, while the boys created more snares and traps. I had the feeling leader man was being serious when he said they would be back. The captured cell rang around ten. I answered it.

"Cub Scouts of America," I said.

"You think you are so clever, do you?" the voice said. I paid attention fast. This voice wasn't like any tango I'd ever encountered. It sounded British, cultured, smooth, and cold. A voice that was used to getting what he wanted, right fucking now.

"Sure do!" I laughed.

"I am the Professor. That's the only name you need to know. You have something that belongs to me. I want it back," he said. How did I know it was a man? British men pronounce certain letters slightly different than British women. Don't ask me how I know that, I just do.

"The Scout camp? No problem. We'll be out of here in the morning," I said.

"I meant the boy. Leave him in the center of the camp and walk away. That's all you have to do, Mr. Logan," Professor said. That's when I got ugly and mean.

"I don't think so."

"Your choice then. I'm sure Stefan the Russian and his friends would be happy to discuss things with you. These ex-Spetznaz are so friendly. Oh, yes, I know who you are. So does Stefan. Good bye, Mr. Logan," he said. I crushed the cell in my hands in fury.

Of all the people I'd ever fought against, Stefan was the worst. Seven foot [2.10 m] even of solid muscle, an emotionless killing machine that Russia had invented. He had been put out to pasture ever since communism had collapsed there. I had encountered him at least a dozen times and managed to live to tell the tale. My left knee throbbed as I remembered the pain he subjected it to last time we danced. I had gotten out just as the dynamite exploded, bringing the warehouse down in Mexico. That was the last time I saw him. Now he was coming, and this time there would be no quarter given or asked.

"Dad?" Neil asked, concern on his face.

"Are you all right?"

"No Neil, I'm not. This Professor has hired my worst enemy to come and take Jon from us. He'll do what it takes to capture Jon. However, we have the advantage, and that is we are here now, with the time and knowledge to defeat his merry band. Stefan is mine. Do not try to face him. You'll only get hurt," I said.

"I'll do what I have to protect you, Dad." Neil said firmly, resting his hand on my shoulder.

"I appreciate that, son, but I need to face him alone," I said.

Neil nodded, and we turned our attention to the preparations at hand. It was late now, and the boys needed sleep. I tucked them into one of the racks in a nearby cabin and continued to work. There were no further penetrations of the camp by the four men out there, but I knew they were there, watching and waiting. I wondered when Stefan would attack and how he would. I took quick catnaps when I could, half hour there, forty-five minutes here. The morning came in clear, and things were still quiet. Everything that needed to be done was done, and now it was a waiting game. I went to the cabin where the boys were and discovered that they had put a pair of mattresses on the floor to form one big bed. They were lying naked on them, both touching each other. I didn't interrupt, but watched their lovemaking. Jon was on his back, Neil on top of him, pleasuring his tiny nipples. Jon's eyes were closed, and he was moaning in pleasure. Neil's hands wandered over the slim boy's body, lightly tickling the pleasure zones. Neil slowly worked his way down Jon's body with his mouth, pleasuring him as he went. Jon shivered at the newly discovered pleasures. I wondered what it was that he did with Jake Llewellyn, but felt it wise not to ask. It wasn't my business. Neil by now had discovered Jon's hard four inches [10 cm] and started to lick it all over. This got a serious reaction.

"OH MY GOD!" Jon cried out, his body shaking.

"You haven't felt anything yet," Neil whispered. Neil slowly took the very erect member into his mouth and began sucking it. I watched his head go up and down and he sucked Jon's cock. Jon sighed, moaned, whimpered, and shivered from the new pleasure I was sure he was experiencing for the first time. Neil touched Jon's small nuts and tenderly caressed them. Jon was thrashing about, clearly enjoying himself. Neil wet a finger in his mouth and then slowly and carefully introduced it to Jon's gate. The boy groaned deliriously, feeling the finger enter him.

"Feels good… don't stop… so good," he whined. Neil stopped sucking Jon's cock and turned the boy over onto his knees. I wondered if Neil was going to fuck him. Neil put his face in between Jon's ass cheeks and started licking at Jon's boy hole.

"OH WOW! THAT FEELS AWESOME!" Jon hollered. Neil kept eating him out for another fifteen minutes, then turned him back over and dived on Jon's cock again. I knew for sure Neil would get him off now. Neil slid a finger back up inside Jon's ass, and started sucking Jon's cock while he diddled the prostate with his finger. It didn't take long. Jon's eyes bugged out as he thrust his hips upward.

"I'M CUMMING!" he screamed. Neil sucked harder and faster as Jon unloaded his young cream into Neil's mouth. It was always so much fun to watch a boy cum so hard from a new pleasure, and Jon was no exception. Jon finally collapsed, his eyes glazed over. I walked in with a wet cloth and wiped him down.

"That was so… " Jon began, but didn't finish.

"Don't try to describe it, you'll never find the right word for it," I said.

"You saw," Jon said to me.

"Yes, and you really enjoyed it," I said, smiling. I took him into my arms and hugged him. Neil smiled as Jon sighed contentedly.

"Thanks, Neil. Never experienced that before. Was so good," Jon said.

"I got some breakfast here if anybody wants," I offered.

"Cool!" the boys exclaimed. I handed them some open cans and they dug in. Sex does create an appetite; I guess that's why the kitchen is empty most of the time back home. I detected a slight change in Neil's eyes, and I knew he was checking out things.

"Nothing yet, Dad. The four of them are still out there," Neil reported. Jon looked up.

"You know they're still out there?"

"Sure do. These guys aren't going to give up, especially diaper boy. He's really pissed off," Neil said. Jon laughed.

"Well, he shouldn't gone in his pants then." I had to laugh as well. It was a funny sight. I knew Neil was right, they wouldn't give up. They would be back.

It was late in the day when Neil reacted in alarm.

Dad, there's at least eighteen hostiles coming! Neil reported.

Where? I asked.

From the west. One of them is thinking about you, and his thoughts are so vile. He scares me! Neil said.

I could feel his fear, and I knew from previous encounters with Stefan that he wasn't the kindest of souls. Because he had no soul, no emotions. He'd kill without thinking. I had to take him on, and hopefully win. This would be a head to head confrontation, no quarter given. If I could take Stefan out early in the fight, the battle could swing in our favor. I turned to my war bag and pulled out my .454 Casull. I loaded it carefully and put it in the low ride holster on my hip. I had decided to take him on in an old-fashioned gunfight. One bullet, one shot would decide the encounter. Neil knew what I was thinking while I put it on.

"There's no other way?" Neil asked softly.

"No son, there isn't. I'm sorry," I said. Jon swallowed nervously and Neil nodded sadly. It pained me to see him upset because I was going to do this.

"I don't expect you to understand because you are young still. Maybe one day you will, I don't know. But understand this, it should always be the very last option you consider. Once done, there's no changing it. Sometimes there are situations when it simply is the only thing to do," I said. Neil nodded. I knew he understood what I had said, but his heart didn't quite accept it.

"Everything is ready," Jon said quietly.

"Okay. Let's hope this goes off right," I said. We assumed our positions and settled down to wait. The waiting game had begun. Unknown to me, other events were taking place at a camp ten miles [15 km] south. Events that would ultimately help us prevail.

***

Tom Jeffers inspected the last of the preparations for the fight. Stefan and his men had been spotted by retired Seals as they came in over the Mexico/Texas border. Old Man Lucky as he was known, watched them climb into the Land rovers that waited for them. He recognized the Russian and quickly photographed him. The World War Two vet hurried back to his computer, and within moments, had alerted his Seal contacts. The information found its self on the desk of one nameless Admiral and he in turn passed it on while making some phone calls. He knew the official reaction would be too late, so he quietly called Mark 'The Rhino' Havershaw and ordered him to report. They met quietly, and then the Admiral booted Mark off the base under the guise of a week's pass. Mark didn't waste time heading for Camp Green Pines and Tom Jeffers. While the net of retired Seals kept track of Stefan's movements, Mark, Tom, and at least five other retired Seals at Tom's camp quickly worked to ready themselves for the coming battle. They didn't know why Stefan was here, but they knew it wasn't good news. Then the information arrived that Stefan was now at an abandoned Scout camp five miles away. Maps were pulled out and attack plans were made. Now it was a matter of getting into position to outmaneuver the Spetznaz group.

"Tom, please be careful. I don't want to lose you," Peter, his 14-year-old lover said (Read Summer Heat on Nifty for that story - David - soon on this site, Céladon). Tom turned to him.

"I'll be careful, love. I'm wearing your lucky ring." Peter smiled and hugged him tight. Tom returned the hug, and then turned to the warriors with him. They looked at him with faces of concentration, ready to be off. Tom thanked his lucky stars to have good friends like these. Hopefully they all would make it through this encounter. He would bring them all back. He swore it.

***

Night had fallen hours ago. We slept in shifts. Neil kept scanning every so often, noting the enemy changing positions, moving around, starting to slowly move forward. At the rate they were going, they'd be in the camp proper by sunrise. We did everything we could to try and make their advancement as rough as possible. A waft of skunk smell drifted in from the north. A trap had been sprung. Jon's idea, and Neil loved it. Using his abilities, he set a bunch of skunks in key places. He did it very humanely as possible. The critters were doing the job well. Checking my watch again, I saw that it was getting on towards three thirty in the morning. Jon had fallen asleep some time ago, and Neil had too. I didn't blame them, who could? Anticipating enemy attack is hard work. It wears you down mentally and physically. These guys knew what the fuck they were doing, but I guarantee they'd never dealt with Neil before. Even though Neil was asleep, he was still keeping tabs on their movements. Way over my head how he does that, but he does. I quietly moved around the camp, checking the final defenses. They were ready, and so was I. Around five in the morning, I heard a noise close by. I came alert instantly, my body reacting. I felt myself go calm and cold, a reaction to battle alert. Neil and Jon both woke up and were ready to go. Neil had told Jon about his 'think speak' ability, so not to scare him.

Here they come, Neil reported.

I'm ready to rock, Jon said.

Be aware of where they are, man your stations, I said as the first flash bang trap went off. I swung my attention towards it and waited. Two heads popped up and I put a six-bullet burst in them. The battle had started. They came swarming in from the north, and the boys set off some of the remote defenses, quickly taking out a bunch of them. I saw Stefan stride in behind two of them and I fired a burst from the MP-5, making them dive for cover. Another group charged across the clearing and then dropped from sight as they fell into the covered pit that was about fourteen feet [4 m] deep. A second group moved towards Neil's position, and he popped up and treated them to his pack of deranged wolves illusion. Naturally they all wet their pants as they retreated fast. Jon hit a remote that released a bunch of skunks from cages hidden underneath the porches of a couple cabins. They charged another group of five men. It was hilarious to see grown brave Spetznaz running from skunks. Wished I had a camera for that. They retreated quickly, and then formed another line and this time they charge en masse. Neil quickly turned to look east and then waved frantically at us to get down.

Incoming fire! he yelled. I didn't hesitate, just dived. A second later, a sound of a half dozen automatics opened fire. That kept up for a minute, and I could hear the Spetznaz men screaming. Everything got real quiet moments later.

Dad, they are Seals! Neil reported. I rose up to find a team of seven men in black standing there. I was about to say something when I heard a voice.

"Logan," the heavy Russian voice said. I turned to face Stefan.

"Been awhile." He nodded.

"Far too long. It ends here, now."

"Agreed," I said. I moved out of cover and into the clearing. I dropped my combat vest and my MP-5 on the ground. All I had was the Casull. Stefan nodded. He too, was wearing a gun. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. In the distance, I could hear a helicopter coming. We stared at each other for a long time, taking the measure of each. I looked deep into his black eyes and found no emotions, no soul. This was truly a deadly man. But so was I. Suddenly we moved as one.

***

The medics tended to the bullet wound across the top of my left shoulder at Camp Green Pines. He pronounced me lucky, and let me go. I opened the door to go outside and Neil was standing there, concern on his face.

"Dad?" he asked.

"I'll be fine," I grinned. He sighed with relief and hugged me tight. The people standing there cheered. Hubble was there as well.

"Hey, Davie. Damned good job. The world will sleep much safer now. The Russians send their regards," he said.

"You got some friends here to see ya." He saluted and went to his private chopper. I watched it lift off into the late afternoon sun. I turned to face Neil, Jon, and the seven men.

"Any chow around here?" I asked. Neil led the way to the mess hall, all of us following. As the two boys dug in, I sat and talked with the others.

"Rhino, Tom, guys, it's so damn good to see you guys again. I don't know what to say," I said.

"How about thanks for starters?" Tom laughed. The man looked fit as anything. I had seen a huge weight pile and knew he was keeping up on his training. I also observed the slender fourteen-year-old Italian boy with him. I had the feeling those two were in love.

"Okay, thanks! Now, how did you guys know about Stefan?" I asked. They told their story, how the word had gotten to them about Stefan, how he was tracked, how Rhino was detailed to do something about it.

"We had no idea he was after you," Mark said.

"Who is this Professor guy anyway?" Tom asked.

"Some whacko who wanted Jonathan for something. We'll never know now. I'm sure he's disappeared." I said.

"Just to let you know, we got some brothers watching the family somewhere safe. They'll be brought up here in a day or two," tom said.

"Thanks, I appreciate that. You guys are going to have to give me your contact numbers so I can get a hold of you when I need help," I said.

"Will do that, for sure. You'll return that favor, won't you?" Mark asked. I smiled.

"Consider that done. So, what have you guys been up to?" Five of the guys excused themselves, saying they'd catch me later. The three boys left too, after Peter offered to give them the tour. Rhino and Tom were the only ones left at the table. Tom told his story first, and then Mark. I told them all about Samurai Inc. They liked the sound of that.

"So how does Neil fit in?" Mark asked.

Faking a Chinese accent I said, "Neil is son number three."

"Your son? You lucky bastard!" Mark laughed.

"Yup. The other two are at home in Colorado with Danny Barnes," I said.

"Danny Barnes? Got a good man there," Tom nodded.

"I know I do. He's proved himself," I said. I noted something was going down between Mark and Tom. Mark nodded, and the both of them faced me.

"Dave, the three of us have something in common," tom began nervously.

"Don't I know that! We be Seal bros," I stated.

"I meant another way," Tom said. I looked into the man's eyes.

"Spill it, Tom. No more games."

"Okay. Mark and I are boylovers. The boy you saw, Peter, is my lover," Tom said, exhaling sharply. I grinned.

"So am I, Tom. I'm very involved with Shiro, his partner Sammo, and Neil. So is Danny." Mark and Tom grinned.

"You and Samurai Inc and your clients are welcome here anytime. Just notify us when you want to come here." I shook their hands.

"I appreciate that."

***

While we were talking, the three boys were walking around the camp.

"This place is so cool," Jon remarked.

"I love it here myself. I come here every chance I get," Peter informed them.

"Wonder if my folks would let me come back here?" Jon said.

"I can ask tom to talk to your folks. You would be well protected here," Peter said, grinning.

"That would be cool, thanks!" Jon grinned. Peter grinned back. He was excited to be standing here next to one of his favorite actors. He had admired Jonathan for a long time. He started thinking of a way to get into his pants. He had the hots for him. Neil was turned on by Peter's looks. Peter was a really nice guy to look at. Tall and slender, the right kind of muscle in the right places, short black hair with friendly twinkling black eyes. Neil felt himself getting hard.

"Want to go over to my cabin?" Peter asked.

"Got some cold soda there."

"Sure!" Neil and Jon agreed. They followed Peter to his cabin, which turned out to be the one he shared with Tom. Getting comfortable on the couches, they sipped cold sodas and told each other their life stories. They were getting along real well. Peter noticed a tape in the vcr.

"There's a tape in the vcr. I can rewind it and we could watch the movie," Peter offered, reaching for the remote. Jon and Neil nodded. The video opened with a scene of two naked men, one sucking the cock of the other. Peter went red faced and shut it off.

"Why did you do that? It was hot!" Jon complained.

"You like that?" Peter asked, astonished.

"Sure do!" Jon exclaimed, Neil agreeing. Peter stared at them for a moment.

"I knew you guys were cool!" He restarted the tape, dropped the remote on the table, and then yanked his shorts off. Not to be outdone, Jon and Neil pulled their clothes off in a flash. All three boys were sporting hard ons.

"Jon, you got a nice one!" Peter stated. Jon grinned.

"Sure makes me happy!" They all laughed on that one. Jon reached over and began fondling Peter's seven inches [18 cm]. Peter sighed, the good feelings starting for him. Before long, they were on the couch jacking each other's cocks off. They moaned in unison, enjoying the feelings together.

"I got an idea," Neil panted.

"What?" Peter asked.

"We lie on the floor, and we suck each other off at the same time," Neil proposed.

"Cool!" Jon and Peter cried together. They got on the floor and Neil took Peter's cock in his mouth. Jon got Neil's, and Peter got Jon's. They started sucking each other off at the same time, the feelings now getting even more intense. They got so totally into it, they were enjoying it so much. The three boys tried to time the cum just right, so the three of them could cum together. They succeeded, too. They snuggled up together and Peter pulled a sheet over them and got underneath. Jon was spooned into Peter, Neil into Jon. That's how we found the boys when we arrived at Tom's cabin.

"They look like angels, don't they?" Tom whispered. I nodded. He was right on that one. There was no mistake as to what they were doing. The evidence was in front of us. Tom grinned and took a Polaroid picture of them and then we backed out of there. We'd catch them later.

The look on their faces at dinner was priceless. Mark, Tom, and I laughed at their expressions. They looked like they were about to lose it.

"We're not mad, guys. It's okay by us. No big deal," Tom grinned.

"How about we have a little fun after dinner?" Mark proposed, his bushy eyebrows wiggling at the three of them. Peter's eyes lit up.

"Yeah!" Jon and Neil quickly agreed, relieved at the thought that they weren't in trouble. Mark walked over to the fireplace and tossed the picture into the fire. Didn't need that hanging around on us. We settled down to the barbequed ribs and munched away. Neil had a wicked gleam in his eyes, and I wondered what he was cooking up now. Sometimes I think he's a lot more devious that Shiro is.

We weren't paying any attention to what was going on around us, but Neil was. Suddenly he turned around in his seat real fast and next thing I knew darts appeared out of nowhere in mid air. Neil used a couple of the round tables, slamming them against the four shooters, creating a table sandwich with them as the filling. Another pair of tables appeared on each side of the well-dressed man. He was in his sixties, clean-shaven except for the goatee. He carried a cane. He stared at Neil.

"Very nice, young man. Well done," he said. I recognized the voice. It was the Professor. I stood up and walked over to him.

"So nice to meet you," I said.

"Now I know what you look like. I have a bit of advice for you. Get the fuck out of town or I kill you."

"Very well. It seems you have won again. But be warned, there will be another time. We will meet again," the man said. He turned and looked at the four men trapped between the tables.

"My associates, please?" he asked. Neil moved the tables aside, and the four men dropped to the floor. They groaned as they painfully got to their feet. Neil bent the gun barrels in half to prevent them from being fired. The man smiled, bowed, and left the dining hall with the four men behind him. Neil saved our collective bacon, and proved himself again.

"Thank you son," I said, hugging Neil. The guys stared at Neil as we sat down. Neil motioned to the tables and they resumed their places. The needle darts went into the fireplace.

"You did that?" Peter gasped.

"Sure did. I am a mutant," he explained, and then told them about his emerging powers, even demonstrating them again by shifting everybody's chairs around.

"I'll never tell anybody," Peter declared, Tom and Mark being quick to agree.

"Thanks. I'd have too many problems," he said. We finished dinner in peace, everybody going back to the food. Once dinner was cleared away, we followed Tom back to his cabin. It was a really nice place. The great room had everything, including a big fireplace. The bedroom was the door on the right, the bath the door to the left. The cabin had that nice lived in feeling.

"Should have seen it when I first took over the camp. It was just this room here. I added on the bedroom and the bath, redid the interior, added the fireplace, and all the extras. I'm happy here," Tom said.

"Feels nice and cozy," I commented.

"Jon, do you want to call your folks?" Tom asked.

"Yeah, can I?" Jon asked. Tom went to the phone and set it up, and then Jon dialed his parent's number. The phone rang twice before it was picked up.

"Hello?" the female voice asked.

"Mom? It's me, Jon!" Jon cried.

"Jonathan? Are you all right?" she cried.

"Yes, Mom! I'm fine!" Jon exclaimed, tears running down his face. We turned our backs to him and left him alone. He talked to his parent for a few minutes and then I talked to him. The deal was now I would escort him home to Westlake Village and return him there. We would leave tomorrow afternoon. Jon looked up at me with happiness in his face.

"Thanks for everything," he said. I grinned.

"Glad to have helped." I sat down on the couch and sighed.

"Okay, so what do we do now?" The boys sat down next to each of us, Peter with Tom, Neil with Mark, and Jon with me. I grinned.

"Too bad Shiro, Danny, and Sammo aren't here. I'd bet they'd enjoy this."

"There's always next time," Tom laughed. Mark grinned as he handed me a cold one.

"For now, let's have fun!"

***

Meanwhile back at Logan's Mountain, Shiro leaned back in his chair and stared at the printout he had in his hand. He was holding what seemed to him was the golden key to finding the internet celebrities John, Carlos, Jimmy, and Ricky. These four boys appeared in the alt.binaries.pictures.boys nearly two years ago [1999], and became overnight sensations with the boylover crowd. Their picture books sold like hotcakes through the Peckertown website, as well as other places.

Shiro had created an alternate identity for himself, portraying an older Japanese businessman, leaving messages all over the net saying he wanted to meet them and was willing to pay for the privilege. He got an email inviting him to a place called the Kitten Club in Rio de Janeiro in South America. Now it was a matter of going there and getting the money needed to pull that off. The invitation was good for one week only, the tail end of July. Calling Sammo and Danny down to the office, he outlined what had just happened. Danny nodded and pulled a legal pad to himself and began writing a list of what we would need there. they sat and brainstormed, coming up with some possible scenarios to work out. They worked well into the night, planning and talking out every possible avenue. They didn't need anything to go wrong. This was too important.

***

I put my arms around Jon and pulled him in close to me. Jon smiled and snuggled down into my arms. I kissed him on the cheek.

"Come here honey," Tom crooned to Peter. We watched as Tom slowly stripped Peter naked. He did it slow and sensuous, getting me excited. I could feel Jon's hard cock straining against his jeans. Peter was beautiful. He had the nice olive colored skin of an Italian boy, unblemished and smooth. Once Peter was naked, he started undressing Tom. Tom smiled as Peter caressed him while removing his clothes. Tom was fit, lean and in shape. Peter giggled as Tom leaned forward and kissed him. Mark sat Neil on his lap.

"May I?" he asked.

"Sure," Neil said. Mark slowly undressed Neil, taking the time to appreciate Neil's body.

"You are very handsome young man." He finished undressing Neil and spent a few minutes running his hands over my son's slender body. Neil was becoming a bit more muscular, due to all the training and exercise he was doing. Neil smiled and motioned for Mark to stand up.

"My turn," he said, a devilish grin spreading over his face. He sat down and started stripping Mark with his mind. The clothes came off the man slowly and carefully. We had to laugh at Mark's expression.

"This is so mind blowing!" he declared, making us laugh again.

"But it feels neat, and I like it." Neil got him down to his jeans. He started pulling his jeans off slowly, revealing the man's boxers. What was on them was hilarious. There were piggies screwing each other on them. We rolled on the floor laughing our asses off. Mark just grinned. Once he was naked, I looked at his body. He was a big man, but it was all muscle. Very little fat on this guy. He'd been keeping himself in shape. He had about eight inches on him. I turned to Jon.

"May I?" I asked.

"Sure," he replied. I took the time to undress him. Jon had a nice body, slender and smooth. I enjoyed touching him as I took his clothes off. He shivered from my touches, clearly enjoying what I was doing. Once he was naked, he struck a few poses to our delight. Then he sat on my lap, facing me and started taking my shirt off. His eyes grew big at the sight of my hairy chest.

"Oooohhhh! This is cool!" he said, running his fingers through my chest hair.

"That turns you on?" Neil asked.

"Yeah!" Jon gloated.

"Now I know why they called you the Bear in the teams," Mark said.

Jon continued to undress me, pulling my jeans off and then my string bikini underwear. He giggled, seeing them. I took Jon in my arms and kissed him gently. His lips felt good against mine. I could hear the sounds of sexual pleasure beginning around me, and it turned me on even more. I laid Jon gently on his back on the pillows that were scattered about the floor. He smiled up at me, his face full of trust. I began to pleasure him, kissing, licking, touching, and caressing him. He closed his eyes and let the pleasure take him over. He sighed, moaned, squeaked, and whimpered with everything I did.

Next to me was Mark and Neil. They were getting into the lovemaking, Neil being the instigator. He touched the big man all over, and Mark sighed contentedly. On the other side of Mark and Neil, Tom and Peter were sixty nining. I could hear their muffled cries of pleasure.

I turned back to Jon and saw his hard four inches [10 cm]. I gently sucked it into my mouth and he responded with a moan. I pleasured his cock for a bit, and then turned him over on his knees. I started in on his ass, and he arched his back and cried out. I licked that boyhole of his, enjoying making him squirm from the pleasure he was feeling. I looked up from what I was doing, and the others were looking at me. I turned Jon back over on his back and went down on his again. I felt a mouth at my cock, so I moved a leg and let him in. It was Neil. I watched Mark go down on Neil's cock, and then Peter went down on Mark's cock. Tom took Peter's cock in his mouth and Jon bravely took Tom's. We got busy sucking cock. I helped Jon along by slipping a finger up his ass and fingering his prostate. The reaction was immediate. Jon couldn't stop himself, his body shivered and then delivered what was his first wet cum. It was too much for me, I unloaded into Neil's mouth. Neil unloaded into Mark, and so on it went down the chain. But Tom pulled out of Jon.

"I want to give it to Peter," he said quietly. Peter smiled and reached for the KY. Tom prepared his ass while Jon rested on my lap, watching the scene.

"What are they going to do?" he asked.

"Make love. Tom is going to put his cock inside of Peter. That is called male intercourse, or in crude terms, Tom is going to fuck Peter," I said.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Jon asked.

"The first few times it did. But I got used to it. I have a dildo at home I use on a regular basis to keep me a bit stretched out so Tom doesn't hurt me. He's using KY, a greaseless lubricant to make entry easier for both of us," Peter stated. I saw Mark whisper into Neil's ear. Neil nodded to what it was, and reached for the KY once Tom was done with it. Peter lay on his back while Tom got over him. Peter raised his legs and Tom rested them on his shoulders. Jon and I could see Peter's anus glistening with lubricant. Jon watched as Tom slowly pushed his cock inside Peter.

"Wow. It's going in," Jon remarked. Mark reached under Neil and found his gate. He started lubricating my son's ass and stretching it at the same time. Neil moaned and groaned while Mark finger fucked him.

"Feels so good," Neil groaned.

"You don't mind if I don't want to do that," Jon said to me.

"Never do it until you feel good and ready. Do it with someone you really trust, and go it slow and careful, with lots of lubricant inside," I stated. Jon smiled up at me, and then turned in time to see Neil raise himself over Mark's cock. He watched, fascinated, as Neil pushed himself down on Mark's cock. Tom was well into Peter now, both of them enjoying themselves. Neil started riding Mark's cock, moaning and groaning.

"Nice ass, boy! So nice and tight!" Mark groaned, clearly in heat.

"Make love to me, Tom!" Peter urged as Tom started fucking him harder and faster as the boy wiggled his ass. I reached down and started stroking Jon's very hard cock. Jon leaned back to give me more access but never took his eyes off the two copulating couples. Neil was riding Mark harder and faster, mouth wide-open, eyes closed. Mark's hands played with Neil's nipples as the boy rose and fell on the man's sizeable cock.

"Coming," Jon suddenly groaned, his eyes glazing over. Suddenly he was, and that served to be the thing everybody was waiting for. Mark grabbed Neil by the hips and thrust himself up into Neil a few times, grinding his hips against Neil's ass as he shot his man load inside Neil. Tom just groaned, leaning his head back as he shivered, coming inside Peter. All of us sighed and relaxed. We laid there for at least twenty minutes, catching our breaths.

"Anybody up for a late night swim?" Peter asked, once he caught his breath. Jon grinned.

"Count me in." The rest of us agreed, and we walked off to the nearby pool with towels. It was dark, and nobody could see us walking across the grounds naked. Once in the pool area, we all jumped in and started more fun.

The reunion that took place was a happy one. Jon's parents were so relieved to see their son again. Neil and I were welcomed into their house as well. While Jon was showing Neil his bedroom, I told them of what happened (leaving certain details out, of course) and that the bad guys had been taken care of. There was an alert out for the Professor, and he would be caught before long. I gave them our card and told them they could call us in the future if they needed help. Neil and I checked into the Westlake Hyatt, a really nice ritzy hotel for a few days. Neil opened the laptop and started the internet service we had to check for messages. There was an alert from Shiro.

"Green Hills Seminary," Shiro said when he answered his cell. I grinned.

"Los Angeles Chapter of Black Witch's Coven." Shiro howled with laughter on that one.

"Damn, you getting good!"

"Thank you, son number one," I said, using my Chinese accent. Shiro laughed again.

"So you saw my message."

"Yeah, just got it. We are at the Westlake Hyatt. Will be on a plane to Colorado tomorrow," I said.

"Stay there. Got a line on John and Carlos. Tell ya all about it when we get there," Shiro reported.

"Good deal," I said.

"We'll be here."

"Having fun out there?" Shiro asked. I laughed.

"You got to be joking." It took me an hour to fill Shiro in on all the gory details. Neil was using the Word program to write up his version of the events. He also uploaded the disk Tom had given me, contact information of all the retired Seals he knew. We were now part of the retired Seal system. Made me feel a whole lot better, I can tell you.

"That's heavy, Dad. Glad Jon's alright now," Shiro said.

"You and me both. Neil is sending you an email package. Stow it when you get it. We'll be here when you arrive. Room 822. Call up first," I said.

"Okay, Dad. See you in a few hours," Shiro said. We hung up and I turned to see Neil closing the laptop.

"Mail sent, Dad. Put everything you said to in there. The contacts info is stashed in the laptop, appropriately secured," Neil reported.

"Well done," I saluted him with my sake. Neil smiled and put the computer away. He walked over to the drapes and pulled them closed, making sure they were closed. Turning to me, he started to undress.

"How about a bit of relaxation?" he suggested. I grinned, putting my sake down. I was gong to enjoy this bit of rest and relaxation.

This chapters guest stars are the two boys named John and Carlos, who appeared in various newsgroups dedicated to boys. They very quickly became famous in certain circles, their pictures delighting people. I will state this for the record: I do not know them, I don't know if they are gay, I don't know where they can be found so don't ask. This chapter and the next one (Samurai Inc. 11) will take place in a fictional city, somewhere in South America. If Carlos reads this, I hope he enjoys it (John, whose real name was Jonathan Alexander Silva, passed away at the age of 16 in 2004, search Youtube with his real name).
Purple italics indicate think speak.
On with the show!

Shiro leaned back in his chair and rubbed his red eyes. He'd been working on the computer for days trying to get a lead on John and Carlos. He'd adopted his Grandfather Hejiro Onashi identity with the elderly rich man's blessing. His mother's father had semi-retired from the export business he still owned.

He reviewed the computer print out. It was an invitation to the Kitten Club in Rio de Janeiro. If this was the shoe in the door he hoped it was they were well on their way to finding them. Shiro stood and stretched groaning. He was exhausted. He shut down the computer and stumbled into the great room. He sat down on the couch and sighed. Sammo and Danny walked in at that moment, seeing Shiro on the couch.

"Guys, we now have a vital clue to their possible whereabouts," Shiro said, showing them the invitation to the Kitten Club. Danny took it and read it, and then passed it onto Sammo.

"Why this lead?" Danny said.

"Up to know all anybody has offered were 'undiscovered' pictures of the boys. This is the closest I've gotten to an invitation to meet them. Plus the tone is right for inviting an old Japanese man."

"Okay, we start planning the mission," Danny said, reaching for a legal pad.

"What kind of funding are we getting on this one?" Sammo asked.

"Big Sol from Peckertown AZ, the triplet's uncle sent a big down payment for the job, but it's not going to be enough," Shiro said.

"So what do we do when we need more cash?" Sammo asked. Danny grinned. "Knock over a bank."

"Not a good idea. This is to be a very low-key job. The basic idea is that I go in as Onashi, make contact with these guys, hope they lead me to John and Carlos so I can talk to them. If, and only if, they want to leave will the whole team move in to help them get out. If they decide they like being there better than Peckertown we're not going to force them against their will," Shiro stated as he sipped some green tea.

Danny and Sammo nodded agreement. Danny knew from prior experience that sometimes the people he rescued often exchanged one prison for another, even though they were in a free country. He didn't want that to happen here.

"Okay, we fly this one on an acquire when needed basis. We can take the gear that we know can get through customs with no problems. Shiro or rather, Onashi makes his appearance at the hotel the next day and we go from there," Danny suggested. Shiro and Sammo nodded at the suggestion.

"Has anyone contacted Dad yet?" Shiro asked.

"I'll do that. In the meantime, I suggest you get some sleep. You look like hell," Sammo said.

Shiro stood and stretched. "Okay. I do need it, been at that thing for the last twenty-four hours. See ya later, lover."

Shiro smiled as he went up the stairs.

Neil and I were naked in our LA hotel relaxing in the Jacuzzi when the cell rang.

"Green Acres Stud Service," I answered.

"Trudy's Gelding Service," Shiro's voice came back. I quickly closed my legs, protecting my gear.

"You can uncross them skinny bird legs, we only do studs ten inches [25 cm] and larger," Shiro laughed.

"Oh ha ha," I replied sarcastically. "I take it you're in the lobby?"

"Yup, along with twiddle de and twiddle dum," Shiro said.

"Oh, fuck you," was heard in the background.

"Well come on up, ya bozos. They don't want you guys to start grazing on the ferns down there," I cracked.

There was laughter in the background as Shiro passed on the message.

"Be right up, oh great dickless wonder," Danny said into the cell.

Neil looked at the expression on my face. "So whatcha got in mind for them?"

I felt a slight tickle in the back of my head. "God, Shiro was right. You do have a dirty mind, Dad!"

I sighed as Neil howled at my expression. Little whippersnapper. Lord have mercy. They knocked on the door moments later, and Neil opened the door with his telekinetic powers. They walked in and set their luggage on the floor of the penthouse I had gotten.

"Where are you guys?" Sammo called as Shiro immediately set up his ops laptop.

"In here," I called out.

Sammo and Danny walked into the bathroom and found us in the huge Jacuzzi.

"Way cool, boss man," Danny grinned.

Sammo didn't waste time. He stripped down quickly and got in. He closed his eyes as he sighed. Danny was next.

"Lord have mercy, this feels good after a flight," Danny sighed.

"I take it the flight was no problem?" I asked.

"Didn't bring gear, if that's what you're asking. Didn't want to tempt the fates with the way security is now," Danny stated.

I nodded. South America customs might be a bit difficult to deal with at times, especially if you try to bring weapons into their country. So we'd have to find a way to assemble weapons there. Not to mention other sundry materials we might need. Shiro came into the bathroom and got into the bathtub after stripping down. Neil got in with him and started in about the adventure we just had while Shiro washed him clean.

My mind wandered while he was talking. It had been awhile since I had been to Rio last. I wondered if Raphael still had his connections down there. He'd been a twelve-year-old street kid the first time. His dark, slim body had been a joy to pleasure, and he had fun pleasuring me. He'd be in his early twenties by now, probably married with kids. I'd have to hit the places we used to go and see if I could find him again. He had proved his worth the times I'd been there. Last time I'd seen him he was seventeen. Tall, dark, handsome with a ready smile and a wonderful laugh. I sighed, smiling at the thought.

"Dad?" Shiro shook me out of my thoughts.

"Sorry son, just thinking about things," I said.

"I was saying that I have my cover ready to go for when we leave," Shiro said.

"What cover is that?" I asked.

"I'm going to use my Grandfather's identity. His friends in the company will vouch for me. They will say that I'm a very wealthy retired man. These people already have a picture of me so I need to travel in my cover from here to South America. I have no idea if they are going to meet the plane or not, so I reserved a room a few doors down from you guys in that name. I need to arrive in the morning in that ID just in case there are people watching and start the mission from there. I made plane reservations for all of us, and scattered us around the plane. I'm going first class, the rest of you are tourist class. Sorry about that," he said.

"No biggie. I take it that Sammo is with Dan and Neil is with me?" I asked.

"Yes. Neil can stay in touch with me at all times, provided he doesn't strain himself," Shiro said.

"No problem. The closer you are to me, the better. I haven't tried long range 'talk' yet. Should be a challenge," Neil said.

"What if I plant a tracker?" Sammo asked.

"Not a good idea. They will search me for it or anything. Neil will do, I have confidence in his abilities," Shiro smiled.

"Thanks, big bro!" Neil wrapped his soapy arms around Shiro.

Shiro hugged back, and then continued to wash the little boy. Neil leaned back against Shiro as Shiro rubbed the soap all over Neil. I watched them over in the bathtub for a moment and thought how lucky I was to have great sons. They sure made life great for me. Once Neil was clean, he joined us in the Jacuzzi again while Shiro rinsed himself off. I turned my attention to Danny.

"Big problem I see is assembling weapons and getting flash cash for Shiro. How are we going to solve that problem?" I asked.

"I talked to Mark Havershaw this morning before we flew out here and he said he'd check to see if there are any retired Seals where we're going, and let us know. Be a big help if there were," Danny said.

"That it would," I agreed.

The room fell silent, as each of us was busy with our thoughts. I wondered what everyone had going through their minds, but didn't intrude. I got out of the Jacuzzi and dried off with a towel before walking into the bedroom and stretching out on the bed. Shiro was next, stretching out on my left side. He rolled over on his right side after a moment and started touching me in that soft erotic manner. It's been a long while since Shiro and I made love, and I think he wanted some attention from me right then.

The others passed through the room and Sammo closed the door behind him. He knew what was going to happen and it didn't bother him one bit. He knew of the relationship Shiro and I had before he came along. Sammo's a good kid, and I loved him as much as I loved Shiro. I looked into Shiro's eyes and saw the longing there. It had been too long.

I leaned over Shiro and looked into his eyes, and then gently kissed him, pressing my naked body into his. He responded by squeezing his tongue into my mouth, turning the first chaste kiss into something hot. I felt his member rise along with mine. No doubt about it, he was hot and horny for dear old Dad. I rolled over, pulling his slim, muscular teen body on top of mine as our tongues wrestled with each other. I felt the fires of passion grow inside me. It overtook me and consumed me, and I welcomed it. Felt so good. We touched and caressed each other as we continued to kiss. I broke the kiss finally and started down his almost man's body, tonguing and kissing it. He closed his eyes and moaned in ecstasy. I really got him turned on. He kept poking me in the places he knew were erotic, getting me even more fired up. I worked his hard erect nipples with mouth and tongue, doing my best to give great pleasure to them. He moaned and thrashed about underneath me.

We were definitely enjoying the pleasure, me giving it and him receiving it. I moved further down his body, tasting the sweet musk on his body down to his navel. I swirled my tongue around it, making him moan louder. I moved my fingers around his hot, hard cock, tickling the shaft. His response was to shove his hips upward into my chest, rubbing it against the hard muscle and the hairy softness. I curled my fingers around his teenage balls and gently squeezed them. He groaned, the pleasure starting to become too much. I knew before long he would want his seven inches [18 cm] buried inside of me. I did too. I got down to his cock and slowly ran my tongue up and down the teenage shaft. He threw back his head and moaned loudly. I licked his smooth hairless balls, taking the time to run my tongue around them slowly, prolonging the torture. He spread his legs and I knew what he wanted. I teased his gate with the tip of my tongue, making him cry out. He was enjoying this, and so was I.

Ah, so much fun to pleasure a boy!

I came back up to his cock and licked it again a few times. Before I could slide it in my mouth, Shiro quickly moved around on the bed so that his head was at my crotch and his crotch at my head. I knew he would prepare my hole for entry while I pleasured his cock. I slid my mouth down over the very solid piece of teen meat while I felt his fingers slip inside my ass, coating the inside and outside of it with KY. He wanted to make sure I was well lubed up and stretched out for the lovemaking to cum. I enjoyed feeling his fingers in there, probing, twisting, and pulling. I sucked his cock slow and easy. I didn't want him cumming just yet.

"Getting there!" he whispered frantically.

I backed off and rolled onto my back. Shiro got on his knees, his shiny seven inches [18 cm] leading the way into my ass. He smiled at me as he moved forward. He closed his eyes once again as he started to enter me. I felt the head of his cock start to open me up as it pushed into me. Suddenly it popped into me and I heard him sigh.

"Feels so good," he muttered, and then pushed on.

I felt his seven inches [18 cm] slide up into my ass and nearly cried from the feelings. He stopped once he had gotten himself in. We were together again.

He leaned forward and looked down at me. There was a smile on his face, joy in his eyes. I knew right then he was happy.

"Love you Daddy," he said in his little boy voice.

"Love you son," I said, feeling tears on my face from the emotions I was feeling right then and there.

He leaned completely forward and kissed me, licking my tears away. Then he straightened up and began the lovemaking. His body shivered as he pulled out, and then he sighed as he pushed back in. I could feel his cock moving inside me. It gave me such a thrill to be fucked by my own adopted son. Actually I should say it was a joy to have my number one son make love to me. There's really no better feeling than that. I watched his face as he fucked me. He had his eyes closed, and his lips were moving like he was talking to himself. Sweat started to form and drop off his body as he thrust his seven inches [18 cm] of solid maleness inside of me. He started making noises and I knew he wasn't too far away from climaxing. He thrust himself into me faster and harder, the need to climax on him strong now. To be young again and have that kind of strength! I wished I had a boyfriend when I was his age.

"Cumming… I'm cumming," he whispered, and then he was.

I felt the shots go through his cock and into me. He slammed his cock deeper into me as the force of his ejaculation took over. I gasped as I felt the shots of teen cum blast out into me. Boy, did that feel good! He sighed once he was done ejaculating. I laid him down next to me as his soft cock slid out of me with a pop. He snuggled up close to me and kissed me. I stroked his back, relaxing him after his hard efforts. The soft puffs of breath told me he had gone to sleep.

I knew when I woke up in the morning, he'd be gone and Hejiro Onashi would make his appearance. I crossed my fingers and hoped this mission would go off without any problems. I lay on my back for a time and stared at the ceiling. This would be the first major action outside the US for Samurai Inc. If this worked out well I would be extremely pleased and it would mean possible new clients for us. How, I wasn't sure of, but I decided to let karma take its course. For now, I needed to get some sleep. Tomorrow would be a long day for all of us.

Shiro's Journal

"Got my cab right here, sir! Where do you need to go?" he asked, slightly bowing to me as he opened the door.

That took me by surprise. I didn't think anybody knew how to pay respect to an elderly Japanese man anymore. I returned the bow.

"Need to go to the Palm Tree hotel," I said.

The man grinned. "I know where it is."

He opened the door for me and I got in. Damn, I could get used to this. He got in behind the wheel and we left the airport. I arrived back at the hotel by ten in the morning. The place was now in full swing. Suddenly I was glad I had dressed in the typical teen's attire when I had arrived here with the others. I waited while the cabbie unloaded the luggage and the bellhop put them on his cart.

"Are you staying long, sir?" he asked.

"For the night," I replied. "Here on business, then off to South America."

"Sounds exciting, sir! I've been told to take you straight up to your room. Everything is ready," the man said.

"Thank you," I bowed.

As I followed him up, I noticed Neil in the lobby.

Man in chair at three o' clock watching you very closely, Neil said.

Then I was right when I had said they might be watching me, I said.

You called it right, Neil said.

Be careful, son, Dad said.

Always, I said.

I followed the man into the private elevator that took me up to the top penthouse. Dad and the others were staying in a smaller one two floors below me, which turned out to be another good idea. I spent the day in the room, playing businessman, reading the LA Times, the Wall Street Journal (found another possible investment), and the Tokyo Times. I also monitored my laptop for any new messages. By the time nine o' clock rolled around, there was nothing new on the laptop. I shut it down and began preparing for bed. I spent the night dozing here and there, checking my electronic alarm traps through my tiny hand held receiver. The plane to South America was scheduled to leave at fourteen hundred hours (2:00 PM). It was going to take us roughly seventeen hours to get there. I hoped first class would be comfortable. I hate being cooped up on long trips. Small price to pay, I guess. Eleven o' clock rolled around, and the bellhop was bringing me down to the cab stand.

"The hotel limo will take you to the airport, Mr. Onashi. We certainly hoped your stay was a pleasant one," the hotel manager smiled.

"I was pleased with everything," I said bowing.

I got into the limo and settled back. On the ride to the airport, I read the morning's edition of the LA Times. I could feel a slight tickle in my head and knew Neil was keeping track of me. I had no problem getting through security at the airport. They escorted me to the plane and on board. The others got on board fifteen minutes later with no problems. Believe it or not the plane actually took off on time, which is something of a rarity these days. Once we reached cruising altitude, I stretched out, and then folded the paper I was reading and settled down for a nap.

Logan's War Journal

Okay, what else is new? My next plan was to hit some of the old places I would troll at and see if I could find Raphael. If I could, I hoped he could solve some of our problems. Would be nice. I wasn't too hopeful because time does have a way of making people forget friends.

I turned my attention back to the legal pad and checked my notes. I wanted to be sure I had nothing left out. I hate to have fucking Murphy latch onto us just because I forgot to write some important detail down. It's happened lots of times to others I know of and they always curse Murphy out afterwards. I try not to make that mistake. Putting the pad away after four hours of head shedding, I settled down for my own nap. Sammo had zonked out three hours ago after boring himself with the Game Boy. Personally, I don't see what's so great about those things, but people do seem to enjoy them. I think they are boring as hell. I woke up when they came around with a meal. It was tasteless and bland. I hope Shiro chokes on his prime rib, the bastard. Danny didn't like his chicken either, and Neil made a face at the pizza. What the hell, do all the airlines conspire to feed the passengers bad food? This seriously sucked.

Next time, we pack our own food, Neil said.

Agreed, I replied.

Sammo snored on through the meal fiasco. A number of passengers complained about the bad food and I hoped none of us would get sick. Last thing we need. I checked my watch. We had approximately eight hours of flying time left. I decided to see if the movie was worth watching. After looking at the airline magazine, I passed on it. I glanced over at Neil and Danny and they were playing rummy with two ladies. Not bad idea, make the time go by fast. Sure wished I had gotten that book back at the airport. Would have made time go by fast. See one of the worst things about being on a mission is the waiting time. Especially if you have to fly for twelve hours or more to get to where you are going. It seriously sucks. You're trapped in whatever it is you're traveling in, and the other people around you probably feel the same way. What the hell do you do? You escape anyway you can. Walkman with your favorite tunes, books, magazines, the in-flight movie (if you're on the plane), whatever it is that you can come up with to escape the boring downtime of travel. It's not fun, I can guarantee you. To sum up the next eight hours. I slept for two of them, counted and recounted the stitches in my boots for one hour, the fourth hour I counted the number of times the stew jiggled past me, the fifth hour I counted the number of times Neil put down cards (looked like he was winning, too). To start the sixth hour I counted the number of times the kid behind me kicked the back of my seat (a very nice smile indicating a very painful retribution from me ended that real quick). The seventh hour I counted the number of times the ugly, fat red headed broad four seats down from me bitched (she was fuckin' loud, too), and the last and final hour, I counted the number of times the stew was smiling. Apparently she was damned glad this was almost over. How anybody can keep their sanity traveling in this bucket is beyond me. I should duct tape Mr. Fucking Murphy's ass to a seat and send him on an eighteen hour flight and see how he likes it. Fuckin' bastard.

We landed without any problems. I thought the folks inside the plane were gonna kiss the ground when they got out. A few of the folks actually got on their knees and touched the ground, trying to convince themselves that they were actually on the ground. I watched Shiro claim his luggage and get through customs with no problems. We got through with flying colors. I saw a limo whisk him away as we walked out of the building. Jumping into a cab, I thrust money at the driver and told him to haul ass. Neil and Danny were right behind us.

Shiro's cool, Dad, Neil reported.

Good, let's hope he stays that way, I said.

Shiro's Journal

"Be down in the lobby at six," it said.

I scratched my chin and pondered what to do. Naturally I had to go. This could be the lead I was looking for. I had packed a small amount of the yen into a briefcase for this occasion, so I was ready to go. After a brief conference during which Dad cussed me out for raiding the warehouse, we were set to go. Dad knew I had solved one problem for us, and that was having cash to get what was needed. I explained to him that the reason I did it on my own was the fact that I could get in and out of places without being seen or detected. He knew I was right on that count. I walked into the lobby right at six. I saw Neil in the game room rocking a pinball machine and he glanced my way.

Three heavies in suits waiting for you. Armed, too, he said.

Thanks Neil, I said.

"Onashi-San?" one of them asked as he approached me.

I bowed. "Yes, that is me. You must be Mr. Anderson, here to show me possible sites for my export business?"

He looked puzzled for a moment, and then the light went on in his head. "Yes, I am. Welcome."

He guided me to the limo outside while telling me of a six acre piece of property. Once in the limo, he smiled at me.

"That was very nice, Onashi-San. There were people observing us, and you covered us nicely. Word on the street will be that you might open a business, but of course we know that you are here for a different reason. We'll talk once we get to the Kitten Club," Anderson said.

I took the opportunity to check them out. Anderson was American, no doubt about that. I wondered if he had any action in Peckertown, and if so, what it was. He was about seven foot [2.10 m], talked with a Texas drawl, and was bearded. The other two were typical Brazilian. He handed me a soda from the limo's bar and I sipped it. It was good and cold. I could feel a slight tingle in my head and knew that Neil was on my tail. Thank God for that.

We arrived at the Kitten Club within the hour. The limo pulled inside the tall fence that surrounded the property after being waved in through the gate by a very alert guard. Raiding the place could be done, but it would be a difficult challenge. I hoped Neil was taking notes as I looked at everything I could. I am extremely glad Neil is with us. He'll make missions so easy. I don't want to get too dependent on him and forget my own skills, or even forget he's human. He's a great kid and a wonderful brother. I directed my attention to Mr. Anderson once the car stopped.

"Right this way, Onashi-San," he said, guiding me in through the front door.

The outside of the building wasn't very much to look at, but the inside was impressive. There was high class art hung everywhere, with very tasteful nudes of boys as well. I stopped before one of an Asian boy. He couldn't have been more than ten years old, but he was posing very professionally and was very appealing.

"You like it?" he asked. "One of the patrons here is an artist. He painted that one and a few others. I can ask him if he has one you could have."

I turned and bowed. "It would be greatly appreciated."

We walked into a setting room and sat down in the overstuffed chairs. Almost immediately, a boy appeared to take our drink orders. He was smartly dressed in a tuxedo with tails. I asked for a ginger ale while the others ordered beers.

"I understand you are searching for John and Carlos," Anderson began. "I know their master personally, and would be very willing to introduce you to him."

I nodded. Reaching into my jacket, I pulled out three thick envelopes and handed two of them to the Brazilians.

"Tokens of my appreciation for a well done job of protecting me," I said as they opened their envelopes.

Their eyes bugged at the amount of yen inside. I turned to Anderson and handed him his.

"A token of my appreciation for assisting me," I said.

He tucked his into his jacket. "It is nothing, Onashi-San. I was glad to help. If you will excuse me, I will go and make a phone call."

He left me there with the two men. I sipped my drink while I looked around the place. The interior was tastefully done with more paintings of boys on the walls and some of the tables had little statues of boys on them. Anderson returned fifteen minutes later.

"I have contacted their master, and he will join us shortly. I think he might want you to spend time at his villa as his guest. Would that be a problem?" Anderson asked.

"Not at all," I replied.

Anderson smiled. "That is good, then. We will backtrack to your hotel and pick up the rest of your luggage and then take you there."

I smiled. "Thank you for your hospitality."

"You are so welcome. Ah, there he is now," Anderson said.

I turned to see a tall man coming towards us. He was very well dressed, almost like a GQ model. But the aura he was projecting suggested that this was a man who was used to getting what he wanted, right fucking now. I would have to play him carefully.

"San-San, how delightful it is to meet you!" he smiled as we shook hands. "I trust you are comfortable at your hotel?"

"It is adequate," I nodded.

"Perhaps I could convince you to stay at my personal villa while you are being entertained by the two boys," he said.

"I would be honored to be a guest in your home. Thank you for inviting me," I bowed towards him.

"My name is Marshall Evans. I am honored to have you as a guest in my humble home. Thank you for coming," he said, returning my bow.

I nudged the briefcase towards him. "Please accept this as a gift."

He smiled even wider and bowed. "I would be delighted to accept your gift."

Shit, the guy was practically counting the money in his head.

"Mr. Anderson, would you be so kind to assist Onoshi-san on his journey to my villa?" Evens said to him, gently stroking his white goatee.

The two Brazilians immediately volunteered for guard duty. It's amazing how money in someone's pocket can make them so eager to help. I hoped the rest of this mission would be this easy. Within the hour, I was on my way to Evan's villa.

Logan's War Journal

"Ralph?" I called out. I heard a sharp intake of breath and then the sound of feet moving rapidly. He burst into the living room. I lowered the gun and let go of the kid as we stared at each other. Time had changed him. He had become a big man, a handsome beautiful man.

"Logan?" he whispered.

I smiled as I slid the gun back into my holster. "Yes, it's me, Ralph."

Then we were hugging each other tight. Oh boy, was he solid! He really had filled out. He wasn't the slim teenager I once knew. Raphael kissed me, and I discovered he hadn't lost his touch.

"You still can kiss good," I sighed.

"I know!" the little boy chirped, grinning at us.

I raised my eyebrows at Raphael. "A friend?"

"No, my son who needs to learn how to keep his mouth shut about things," Ralph said, giving the boy a swat on the rear.

"Sorry Daddy," he said, looking properly shamed, eyes downward.

I reached over to touch the boy's face and raised it so I could see him. "Has your looks, Ralph. You were just as cute as he was back then."

Ralph threw back his head and laughed. "I see you still like to pursue the young male!"

I grinned. "Every chance I get!"

He motioned me into the kitchen and we sat down at the table. The little boy immediately brought me an ice cold beer. It went down nice and smooth. He set a second one on the table as soon as the empty one hit the table.

"Salim is my first born. He's a lot like me, too. Constantly roaming the streets when he knows he should be in school," Raphael said.

"But Daddy, school is boring! Besides, I know what I need to know anyway," Salim protested, his dark eyes flashing in annoyance.

Ralph just sighed. "At least his sister is smart by going. I married my girl after you left the last time. Salim was born soon after, then his sister a year later. I am happy with my life. Got a great wife, a good job, and two good kids. Life is good."

I smiled. "Then Allah has indeed smiled upon you, my friend."

"Don't I know it. Now tell me of your great adventures," Ralph said. For the next two hours, they listened to my stories, little Salim hanging onto my every word. Then I told them why I was here.

"I might be able to help you with things," Ralph said at last. "I still keep in touch with my old friends in the little network we had going back then. Let me call some of them."

While Ralph worked his phone, I turned my attention to Salim. Oh, he was a beauty to look at! A bit lighter in skin tone than his Father, he has definitely inherited Raphael's good looks from him. I entertained the thought of what Salim had inside his pants. I didn't act on the thought, simply because I didn't want to offend Raphael and spoil things. I missed the nods between father and son.

Salim turned on the radio as Raphael left the room to go into his study. The little boy began a very sexy strip tease. My heart nearly stopped as I watched him shed his shirt. His chest was very well developed for an eight year old. Nice tanned color, with darker nipples. I was starting to drool. I glanced at the closed door, hoping that Salim would finish his strip tease before Ralph came out. I turned to look back, and he was working his shorts off. He wore no undies underneath. His penis was hard as a rock, standing out proudly from his body. I couldn't help myself, I reached out and touched his boyhood.

"He is beautiful, is he not?" Raphael whispered into my ear.

I jumped off the floor quickly and faced him. I couldn't answer.

"It's okay. Play with him for a bit, he loves to be played with. It will be some time before I get answers you need," Ralph said, smiling.

Salim took my hand and led me into his bedroom.

Shiro's War Journal

The villa was impressive. Two stories high it was surrounded by a tall fence and plenty of brush and trees. Perfect cover for when it came time. The limo pulled up in front of the house and stopped. I got out and watched the two Brazilians take my luggage out of the trunk and up the stairs. I looked around and counted at least four men standing around with Chinese AK-47's in their hands.

I count fifteen men total, all with the AK's, Neil said.

Okay. Start probing this place for the weak points. I'll see what I can do from in here, I said.

You got it, Sammo replied.

I turned my attention to Anderson. He guided me to a huge guest room and showed me all the amenities, including an Internet hookup at the wall. I had a laptop I had setup for the Onashi persona and set it on the table. I didn't know if they could hack into it and I wasn't taking any chances. It was a clean computer. He left me alone and I unpacked my gear while checking the room for bugs and such. To my surprise, there wasn't any. This guy appeared a bit too trusting. I'd have to be real careful.

Once I was settled in, I sat down in a recliner and relaxed. I slipped into Getsumi no Michi and let myself go. I could feel the presence of people in the house. I shut them out and started my meditation. I needed to have a clear head for this next crucial part of the mission. I had to be ready for anything. I had no idea what Evans was going to do. I didn't know when or if I was going to meet John and Carlos. I relaxed until they called me for dinner. Whoever did the cooking certainly knew his stuff. The food smelled very good. There was very little small talk during dinner, mostly boring stuff.

"I will introduce you to John and Carlos after dinner. I will let you decide who you want to have first, John or Carlos, and when. I am sure tonight is not a good time because of all the traveling you have done today to get here. Tomorrow night would be a better time," Evans said.

"Of course, very good suggestion," I said, bowing.

Once the dinner was done, I followed Evans into the sitting room. He offered me a drink and then showed me the house and the grounds. I could feel Neil taking notes as I observed everything. The house was spacious and very well decorated. There were some very nice paintings on the walls of nude boys, almost similar to the ones at the Kitten Club. I wondered if Evans was a partner there. The furniture was very upper class, the crystal glassware very elegant as well. This house spoke of great wealth.

"John and Carlos are in the next room, waiting for us. Let's go meet them," Evans announced.

I followed him into what was obviously the game room. The pool table and the poker table were very elegant, as well as the furniture in that room.

"Onashi-San, meet John and Carlos," Evans introduced the two boys standing by the carved mahogany bar.

The two hot young boys had grown into two very hot good-looking teens with pleasant smiles. They were wearing blue knee length shorts with matching flowery Hawaiian style shirts. They looked very handsome. I had the impression they didn't want to be there, they kept shifting nervously. Now I knew for sure that they were in trouble here.

"I am honored to meet you," I said, bowing.

"Nice to meet you," John said as both of them bowed back.

I guessed their ages to be about fourteen. I wondered how they ended up here.

"Thank you boys. Both of you are excused," Evans said to them.

It sounded more like an order than a request. I couldn't help but feel a flash of anger. He was treating them like property rather than human beings. I would take him on myself. He would never leave here. I politely declined the offer of a nightcap and retired to my room.

I needed to get my rest and to talk to Neil. We had some serious planning to do. I closed and locked the door behind me and checked the luggage. Sure enough, the locks had been played with. Checking the laptop, I read the file I set up in there to see when it had been used last and where they went. Whoever it was went into my documents folder, the Internet folder, and the email program. I wasn't worried because it was a clean computer. I had set it up that way so the only things worth finding in there were a few boy pictures, a John and Carlos pic file, a link to the Tokyo stock market, another link to the Wall Street stock market, and some computer games.

I don't like that guy, Neil said in my head.

That makes both of us, little brother, I replied.

Got a lot of notes written while he gave you the tour, Neil said.

Good. Can you form a plan based on what you got? I asked.

Will have one in the next twenty-four hours, Neil said.

Good. Get some rest, you guys need it, I said.

Night lover, Sammo said.

Good night, take care, I said.

They tuned out and I sat down in a chair and planned what I was going to say and do with John tomorrow. I looked up at the clock and it read ten at night. I got into bed after making sure the door was secure and setting some electronics on the windows. I crossed my fingers and hoped for luck. As I drifted off to sleep, I wondered how Danny was doing, and if he was having any luck.

Danny's War Journal

"How come we didn't use the company jet? Would have been a whole lot easier," I asked Logan.

"If they copied the plane numbers or saw the logo on the jet, chances are these folks would be knocking on our door to get revenge on us for taking the boys from them, and I really don't want that kind of trouble." Logan said. He made a lot of sense on that, and we all knew it. I chugged off in an old car that had seen better days. They had their cells so I wasn't worried about losing touch with them. I had heard of an old junkyard with a few planes there so that was my first stop. It was on the edge of a small village to the east, so that's where I went. Finding the village was easy. There was only one road in and out of there. I parked by the chain link fence surrounding the yard. Walking into the yard, I saw one a few feet away that looked decent. I walked up to it and peeked in the dirty windshield.

"It don't work," a voice said from behind me.

I turned to see a kid standing behind me. He looked to be about thirteen years old, wearing a shirt that had seen better days. He was thin, about my height, blue eyes, and black hair. He would look even better if he had a bath.

"I'm looking for one that does," I said. "Anybody around that could help?"

"Me. My Dad used to own this place until he died. I run it now. You deal with me," he said.

"My name is Danny," I said introducing myself.

"Me Ronnie," he said, shaking my hand.

"Well, Ronnie, got any more in here?" I asked.

He rubbed his chin, staring me down. "Maybe. Depends though."

"Depends on what?" I asked, being wary now.

"Depends on how much money you got or what you can do for me," Ronnie said. I started to wonder what I was getting into. He turned and walked to a trailer off to the side. I followed him to it and inside. The place was a mess. I guess if you live on your own you tend to get messy sometimes.

"Mind if I use your bathroom?" I asked.

He pointed to it and I went in. It was dirty inside and it looked like it needed some serious cleaning. The hot water didn't work in the sink, the shower looked like it hadn't been used in a while, and the electricity barely worked in here. I quickly formulated a plan in my head. I called Sammo and got a report from them. They were now about twenty miles [30 km] south of where I was and were casing the joint. They'd have a proper plan set up by the time I joined them. I gave them kudos for a great job.

"I gotta deal for you," I said, returning to the living room area. He turned to face me. "What is it?"

I sat down in front of him. "You find me a working plane and I'll fix this place up and throw a bit of cash down as well.

Ronnie's face lit up. He was cute when he smiled. I started to think things were going to work out after all.

"Deal," he said, banging his knuckles against mine.

He left the trailer and I quickly decided on a course of action. I found a small truck and used it to push a dumpster over to the trailer and then started cleaning. Within the hour, I had the place empty. I estimated the amount of electrical wire I was going to need and other things and went off in search of what I needed in the yard. It took me three hours to locate a majority of what I'd need. The hot water heater I'd find later. I planned on getting him new clothes as well. I hoped he'd be surprised. I got to work, and by nightfall had the trailer completely rewired. Ronnie walked up just as I hit the main switch to turn on the power. The lights inside the trailer were working just like they were supposed to.

"Got the trailer rewired. Tomorrow I'll do the plumbing and whatever else that needs doing," I told him. His eyes shone with joy. No doubt that he was happy again.

"Can you close the gates to the yard and join me at my hotel?" I asked.

"As long as I'm back here by eight in the morning," he replied.

"No problem there," I said.

I took him over to the hotel and ushered him into my room. He saw the bags of clothes on the bed and looked at me.

"All yours," I smiled.

His eyes misted over as he thanked me. He looked at some of them and exclaimed over them. I knew I had made his day, if not his life. I felt kinda grungy, so I headed for the shower to get cleaned up. I started the water and got the temperature just right. I turned around to see Ronnie standing behind me.

"Want to join me in the shower?" I asked. He smiled shyly at me. I smiled back and started to undress him. He was on the skinny side, obviously not eating too well. His shoulders were a bit broad, a hint of the strength that he might have once he became a man. His nipples were large, just right for sucking and licking on. I got his tattered jeans off and then the dirty undies as well. He was no slouch in the cock department. It came up to attention almost immediately, growing to a nice eight inches [20 cm] of prime boy meat pointing slightly upward. He wasn't circumcised, which is the way I like my boys. I've discovered that if you put your tongue between the foreskin and the cock itself and move your tongue around in there, boys get excited a lot more than usual, and their climaxes are more dramatic. Ronnie certainly proved that theory. He put his hands in front of himself and bowed his head.

"Ronnie, it's okay. Nothing wrong about you getting excited in front of me. It happens to every guy. Very normal," I said to him.

He looked up at me. "Really?"

I grinned at him. "Yup. No lie."

He grinned even more, looking like a load had come off his young shoulders. I was determined to make this experience one he'd never forget. I drew him into the shower with me and began washing him clean. I worked on his hair first, getting it clean and free of tangles. Once that was done, I took a handful of liquid soap and began washing his torso. He leaned against me and moaned softly. I wasn't trying to make it erotic at this point, but it was obvious that he liked being touched this way. I kept going, gently washing him clean. I didn't touch his magnificent cock just yet, I wanted to save that pleasure for last. I turned him around and explored his back with soapy fingers. There was muscle there as well, even more clues as to what kind of body he'd have when he became a man. He moaned again. He was clearly enjoying this. So was I. I moved a finger down between his butt cheeks and moved it in and out. Ronnie spread his legs a little to give me better access to his hole. I brushed my fingers across the opening and felt his body shiver. I slowly and carefully worked one finger into his anus. I could feel his hard cock press against my abdomen. His eyes were closed and he was breathing a bit hard. I worked my finger in and out of his anus a few times, pleasuring him some. I gently pulled it out and turned him around.

"Keep doing that," he whined.

"Relax, there's plenty of time for that later," I whispered into his ear. I took hold of the boy's hard cock in my hand and started stroking that fine cock. I wrapped one arm around his chest to keep him from falling after he would cum. He moaned and groaned as I masturbated him. He thrashed around a bit as I brought him close to his climax.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" he yelled as he started to cum. It was a sizable load, I could feel it shooting through his cock and then out of him. I gaped at the size of his load as he pumped it out. This kid was definitely rich in the sperm bank he carried below. He twisted and turned, cried, moaned, and whimpered as the pleasure of cumming wracked his body. He sighed and slumped down once he was done. I rinsed the soap and cum off him and then carried him into the room. I got him dried off and then covered him with a sheet. He muttered something and then settled down. I went back to the shower and finished it. Coming out, I saw Ronnie sleeping with a smile on his face. I got into bed with him and he rolled over to face me. He snuggled down into me and kissed my chest. This was going to be an interesting night.

Sammo's War Journal

Tracking Shiro back to the hotel, it became obvious to us we were going to need better transportation to follow Shiro. Neil was the one to spot the motorcycles sitting between the buildings. Neil and I knew how to ride, so we just took them. Hey, there was no time to find out who owned them. Naturally Dad cussed us out for taking them. We were lucky we didn't get caught.

It was a long ride, following Shiro down to this guy's place. We stayed well back, buying gas and food when needed, hitting the can when our bodies demanded it, and just kept on following them. I got lucky and got pictures of this Evans guy and stashed the pictures in the ops laptop that night. Shiro wondered if this guy had any connections in Peckertown, which got me thinking as well. I hoped not, either. It could mean trouble for Peckertown. I was finally glad the ride was over once Shiro entered the villa. It meant that Neil and I could finally get to work. We found an abandoned shack fairly close to the villa and we stashed our bikes in the nearby trees and then set up our camp. I left a message on Dad's cell when he didn't answer. I got hold of Danny and reported our progress to him.

Once it got dark, Neil and I would start our sneak and peak. Our job was to scout out the place and come up with a battle plan to get in, find Shiro and the boys, and get out without a whole lot of problems. Neil relaxed on the blankets and slipped into a kind of sleep that he does when he is concentrating on his abilities, even though he can really use them on the fly really good. He didn't want to leave anything to chance and I didn't blame him. This mission was far too important. Neil woke up about a half hour later and reported at least two dozen men all armed with AK-47's. Now we had an accurate count of the enemy, it was time to spy out the land. Neil and I dressed in the black ninja suits that Shiro had gotten us ages ago and blackened our exposed skin. It was coming up on eleven at night as we sneaked through the darkness and started observing things. Neil took notes on everything we saw, not missing a thing. Anything that could be used for cover, a distraction, could be exploded or destroyed he recorded. It was about three in the morning that we finally got back to the shack that we found about a mile away from the house. It was very well concealed, but I left enough signs for the team to find and follow. Neil and I rolled into our blankets and settled down for some much deserved rest. Tomorrow he and I would start the planning. We were going to make sure to factor in every single possibility, good or bad, and hopefully it would be a plan that the other guys would approve of. I sighed and pulled Neil a little closer. It was nice to have another warm body next to me. I kinda wished it was Shiro, but Neil was just as important to me. I really do love this little kid.

Logan's War Journal

"Ah, there you are, Logan! Sleep well?" Raphael grinned at me.

I looked back at the sleeping boy in my bed and grinned. "Sure did, better than I ever had in years. He definitely got your talent."

Raphael grinned. "Ya, and who was it that taught me?"

I had to laugh on that. Because it was true. I turned to the table and sat down as he handed me a cup of coffee. I drank it down, enjoying the warmth spreading through my body.

"I have good news. I have located what it is you need. These people will meet us in the marketplace and take us to the supplies. I hope you have money for them," Raphael said.

"Sure do, Japanese Yen. Lots of it. I just need to swing by my hotel and get it, and then we are off and running," I said. He nodded. "Good. We meet them at noon."

"I'll give you a cut before we meet them. Least I can do for your troubles," I stated.

Raphael smiled. "You are too kind."

"I try," I said.

"You don't have to try, you are," he smiled. I looked back at Salim one last time as we left the house. I wished I had the chance to sample his delightful body once more, but I had a mission to run and I needed to be focused on it. It took us just under two hours to collect the yen, give Raphael his cut, and go to the market. If you have ever been to the street market there, you know what one can find there. For those who never have, it's an experience to be experienced. There was so much to see and smell and taste. I definitely enjoyed some of the eye candy to be seen. Boys running around shirtless, their firm bodies showing their muscles. Raphael had to literally keep me going, or I would have started a huge orgy there! Next time, I promised myself. We found the place and went in. I palmed my H&K nine into my hand and stayed alert. I had lots of money and I wasn't going to lose it by being careless. We sat down at a table in the far corner. I watched the faces in front of me until Raphael nudged me.

"There they are," he whispered. Four men walked toward us with very serious looks on their faces. These guys were real pros and they weren't taking any chances. One guy stopped midway through the bar and kept his hand under his jacket. The three kept coming. They stopped before the table. One sat down, one stood behind him, and the third came behind him. I was ready to rock.

"He's there to make sure nothing happens. I like to be careful," the man in the chair said. He wore what looked like ten pounds of gold chain around his neck, so I dubbed him gold man. I nodded. "Careful never killed nobody, I can understand that."

"My friend Raphael tells me you need… things," gold man said.

"I sure do. Can you supply?" I asked.

"You got plenty of paper?" he asked. I smiled. He smiled back. I stood and stretched, picking up the suitcase. His eyes got big, just like the man behind me. Gold man got up and led the way out of the bar and to his Mercedes. Raphael and I traded good-byes and phone numbers before I went off with the men. I arranged with Raphael to call him once I was done and away from these guys. He wanted to make sure I would be okay. I got into the back seat with one man and Gold man took shotgun while the third guy drove. It took us about an hour to get to where we were going. The driver honked the horn as he pulled up to the warehouse door. Getting out once the car stopped, I stretched and felt something pop in my back. Gold man reached for the suitcase while I walked over to the boxes on the ground next to a beat up VW van. I did a quick equipment check while he looked at the yen. He walked over to me and stuck out his hand.

"So nice doing business with you. Take care," he said, and then jumped into his car and the men left. I didn't waste time getting the boxes loaded into the van and covered with a tarp. I jumped into the van and drove off. We were now in business.

Shiro's War Journal

"Have fun Onashi-San!" he laughed as he walked away. Poor John looked so miserable standing there. I knew I had to go through with this even though there were no bugs or monitoring equipment of any kind in the room. I had double-checked it earlier in the day after coming back from a supervised walk on the beach with both boys. There had been no chance to talk then. The time was now. I turned to face John and nodded. He slowly pulled off his shirt and then his shorts. He was wearing a tiny see through g-string that clearly showed everything. I approached him and began to touch him. John responded by unzipping my pants and letting them drop to the floor. Before I knew it, he had my cock out and was sucking on it. He was trying to get me to cum fast so he wouldn't have to do anything else. Suddenly he stopped sucking my cock and backed off. He looked at it and then up at me, a puzzled look on his face.

"Oh shit, he made me!" I thought to myself. I pointed to the bed and he got on it. I stripped down completely and slid in next to him. I started playing with his small nipples while whispering into his ear.

"Give me a chance to explain everything," I said.

"Okay," he replied. I moved so that I was lying on top of him and acted like I was kissing him.

"I'm a member of a very special company that protects celebrities, especially younger male celebrities. You and Carlos have become celebrities on the Internet because of your pictures. We were hired to find you, come down here, and find out if you want to make an appearance in a place called Peckertown, Arkansas. We will get you out of here if you want," I said in between kisses on his neck.

John moaned softly. "Damn straight we want out of here! At first the pictures were fun to do. Then this guy came out of nowhere and offered our guardian lots of money for us. The guy took the money and we have been here ever since. The pictures we have done since then have made us so uncomfortable. Every time Carlos and I suggested something, he'd fly out of control and punish us. He started selling us out for sex months ago. Some of the men we'd had to sleep with were outright nasty. First time I got it I didn't stop bleeding for hours. I thought I was going to die."

We changed positions, John rolling on top of me and pressing his naked body into mine. I felt his hard cock sliding against mine.

"I'm sorry I have to do this with you. I wish there had been another way," I said, angry with myself.

"Don't worry about it. If this is what it takes to get you to take us out of here, then so be it. I don't want to be here anymore," John said. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Both of us froze, our hearts pounding. I let my hand fall down beside the bed frame and palmed a throwing knife. John slid out of bed and went to the door. It was Carlos at the door this time.

"The brat wouldn't settle down. He wanted to be with the both of you," Evans sighed, shooting angry glances at the cowering boy.

"The more the merrier," I said. "Come in here, boy!" Carlos scurried in and Evans walked off. John closed the door and locked it, leaning against it. Carlos walked over to me.

"I won't let you hurt my lover," he began. John grabbed him and shoved him on the bed. "Shut up you idiot! Let him tell you before you say anything else!" I repeated what I had told John as John burrowed under the covers and started sucking me off. It was so weird. Here I am telling them I can break them out of here while John is sucking me off and I'm kissing Carlos. Once he understood what I was saying, tears started rolling down his face. I faked an orgasm and John came up to see Carlos crying. He gently kissed the tears away.

"If you're going to do something, it better be tomorrow night. I overheard Evans say we were leaving day after tomorrow for another country. Seems some rich guy wants to make a home movie of us," Carlos said. Shit, that didn't give us much time. I hoped that Dad and Danny would act soon.

"Let's have some fun," John whispered. I watched as both boys kissed and touched each other. I could tell the level of passion for each other ran very deep. I hoped my actions towards John didn't change things. I hate to get in between two lovers. John manipulated Carlos so that his ass was above my face. I looked up into a well-used gate. I couldn't help myself. I started licking the brown gate, being rewarded by moans from Carlos. John settled himself down on my soft cock and gently rocked back and forth, getting me hard again. They changed places a moment later, John holding my hard cock as Carlos settled himself over it and then pushed himself down on my cock. I could feel my cock open him up and go in. Felt so good. Once Carlos was seated completely on my cock, John offered me his ass and I tongued it while Carlos rode my cock.

Dad and Danny are here. They are working on the plan now. Neil's voice rang inside my head. I know, my timing sucks.

That it does, Neil. I forgive you. It's gotta be tomorrow night or never. Talk more in the morning, I replied. I turned my attention back to this delightful ass. Carlos was really riding my cock now, making me feel things. But it wasn't like what I feel with Sammo. I felt a bit sad at that. I turned my attention to enjoying them. John slid a bit further back and then his cock slid into my mouth and I started sucking him off. John started getting crazy as I sucked him. I could feel myself getting close to cumming inside Carlos.

"I'm cumming," I said as I sucked harder on John's cock.

"So am I," John said as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. Suddenly I got a mouthful of boy cream while I unloaded mine inside a whimpering Carlos. His cock unloaded his cream onto my chest. Once I stopped cumming, Carlos lifted himself off my cock and laid down on my right while John pulled out of my mouth and laid down on my left. Both of them started to lick the cream Carlos had deposited on my chest. That felt so good. After that, we laid there quietly and caught our breaths.

"This is the first time I really truly enjoyed myself," John said quietly as Carlos nodded his head in agreement.

"Good. Glad to hear that," I said.

"You really going to get us out of here?" Carlos asked.

"Yes. My word on that. I'm not conning you guys. It was very obvious to me that you guys were very uncomfortable with what was going on," I said.

They looked at me. "Thanks for helping us."

"Glad to. You guys need to keep yourselves under control. The break will happen tomorrow night. My Dad and my brothers are busy setting things up right now to help us get out. You both need to trust us and be patient," I said. John nodded. "Okay, we will."

"Good. You both have a much better future waiting for you in the United States I can promise you that," I said.

"We'll be able to do whatever we want?" Carlos asked.

"When we want?" John asked.

"Yup. You won't have to be afraid anymore," I replied. Both of them teared up as I hugged them close. I hoped the escape op would go off without any problems tomorrow night. I wanted to succeed in a big way. I wanted them to have a better life than this. Evans would pay for what he has done to them. I looked down at them and saw they were asleep with smiles on their faces. They were dreaming of a better life already.

Chapter 11
Night Flight

John and Carlos are two very real boys. Their pictures have appeared on the Usenet newsgroups in the 1990s, and attracted a huge following in certain circles of individuals who have greatly admired them. I do not know them, I do not know where they live, and I do not know what their sexual preference is [later, in the news groups lot of details were published. They lived in Venezuela and John died ca. 2000].
All of the other characters in this story are the property of myself and Mr. Sid Gittler of the famous Arkansas Vacation series, who is a marvelous writer.
Purple italics indicate think speak.

Logan

If we are to get the hell out with them, it's got to be tomorrow night, Dad, Shiro said. Carlos said he heard Evans say they were flying out the day after.

Then let's get busy. I've got all the items we will need. The four of us will plant everything around the villa tonight in the late hours now that Sammo and Neil have come up with a workable plan, I said.

Be careful Dad, Shiro said.

I will. I'll plant your ninja-to inside a bush under your bungalow window along with your black suit, and two more for the boys, I said.

Okay Dad. Good luck, Shiro said.

I felt Shiro break the link and I turned to the three that were looking at me.

"You guys have your missions. Be careful and try not to attract attention. We gotta pull this off right," I said.

Three heads nodded back at me. They knew what was at stake. The freedoms of two boys were depending on us, and my eldest adopted son's life. We separated and went in our assigned directions. Neil kept us linked up so he could warn us, and so we could 'talk' to each other if necessary. It took us nearly all night to plant weapons, mine the bridge to the main house, plant explosives around the guard shacks and onto security jeeps. We left nothing to chance. Neil had come up with the best assault plan I'd ever seen. It was also KISS (keep it simple, stupid). He certainly paid attention during his training period back at the mountain and I was glad. I dragged myself back into the underground shelter that the boys had discovered a half-mile from the house. It looked like it hadn't been used in years, which told me the security patrols stayed very close to the house. Doom on them, the dumb fucks.

This was going to be easy, but I knew that anything that looked easy to pull off usually had a way of going wrong at the last second. There was no way anything would go wrong if we stayed alert and on our toes for any kind of fuck up. The escape vehicles were ready to go. Danny had 'borrowed' a cheesy knock off of a Ford SUV. I quietly crossed my fingers and hoped for the best. We burrowed into our hidey-hole just as the sun was coming up. Time for some shuteye.

Shiro

"Good day Onashi-san," a voice behind me said.

I turned to see Evans in a broad Panama hat and a white three-piece suit. God, he reminded me of those Fantasy Island reruns.

"Good day Evans-san," I nodded, playing the retired gentleman part perfectly.

John and Carlos had inspected my face carefully to make sure nothing was out of place. Evans was still buying my act, and would, right up to the moment I would end his life.

"I take it the boys pleased you well last night?" he asked.

John and Carlos came running up to me at that moment, wearing see through thongs. I smiled and patted both rumps as I wiggled my eyebrows. Evans threw back his head and laughed heartily.

"I would like to have them until we part tomorrow morning, if possible. Such wonderful and delightful young bodies must simply be enjoyed to the fullest," I said.

Evans bowed. "Of course. I shall leave them in you hands, Onashi-san." As he walked away, I couldn't help but make a face at his retreating back. Sighing, I turned back to them.

"No ears out here. Go ahead and entertain me anyway you choose. We must make him think nothing is wrong," I said.

They nodded at me, and set about making me comfortable on the beach, making sure I had plenty to drink and enough shade. I watched them frolic through the ocean waves, fighting the urge to jump up and join them. Around mid morning, they spread out a huge blanket and gave me a nice floorshow. John stood behind Carlos and very sensuously, peeled Carlos's see through thong off the dark skinned boy in a very sexual manner. I got hard instantly. After he got the thong off Carlos, he gently stroked his lover's cock making him hard and erect. I moaned in anticipation.

Carlos leaned his head back and moaned low and passionately. He was enjoying it as well. John leaned forward and took Carlos's cock into his mouth and began sucking on it. Carlos's eyes were closed and he clearly was enjoying the blowjob. I was too, my cock trapped inside my pants and I couldn't do a damn thing about it. All I could do was restrain myself and hope I could make it without blowing my cover. Carlos shivered at that moment and sighed loudly. I could see a little of the boy's cum leaking out of the side of John's mouth. Carlos pushed John onto his back and didn't waste any time pulling the other boy's thong off him and then diving onto his hard erect cock. John arched his back and moaned loudly as Carlos sucked him off, the boy's dark fingers entering his lover's asshole. John thrashed about as the sexual feelings took him on a real high. John came moments later, and it was Carlos's turn to lick the cum off his lips.

"Tasty and sweet, like always lover," he said with a smile.

John just nodded and sighed. They rested for a bit as I sipped another soda. John sat up and turned Carlos onto his front. John climbed onto Carlos's back and slowly penetrated Carlos and slow fucked him. From the expression on Carlos's face, it was clear he was enjoying having John inside of him. John gasped a moment later and smiled. He lay on top of Carlos for a moment, and then climbed off. They kissed sedately for a few minutes before John rolled on his back and presented himself to receive Carlos. I watched as Carlos slowly sank his dark cock into the white ass. The sight was so erotic I nearly came in my pants. I watched Carlos fuck John hard and rough. Both boys were enjoying it very much. Carlos threw back his head and muttered something in Spanish. I knew he had cum inside John. He pulled out and they curled up together.

I sat there awhile longer and watched the two naked boys sleeping together. They truly do deserve to find happiness together, and I hoped the escape would go off perfectly. It had to, they were depending on us now, and I vowed we wouldn't fail. It was that simple.

Logan

"Not yet. Plenty of time," I whispered.

"Okay boss," Danny nodded.

"I just checked out the car and it hasn't been disturbed at all. Everything is still inside it," I said.

"Good. I'd say we are ready to rock then," Danny nodded.

Looking towards Sammo and Neil, they nodded as well, indicating they were ready as well. I checked my watch again, almost eight. It was dark out already and I hoped we'd be able to pull this off with no problems. The other guys wandered out and watered different bushes and then came back inside the shelter. It was going to be a waiting game now. Neil had other ideas about what to do while waiting for the time to go. He unzipped my pants and reached in for my cock, pulling it out. He started licking the head of my cock, making me shiver. I pushed him off for a moment and dropped my pants and then stretched out on the blankets. Neil didn't hesitate he dropped right back down on my cock and started sucking it again.

"Horny little spunk bunny, ain't he?" Danny laughed.

I nodded, feeling real good. Sammo got behind Neil and got his pants off. Sammo started licking Neil's asshole. Neil loved it. I could feel the vibrations of his voice against my cock. Sammo was working his tongue down Neil's ass while Danny was sucking on the boy's cock. I was getting very close.

"Neil, I gotta cum. You want it in your mouth or your ass?" I asked.

Neil slapped his ass, and Sammo jumped out of the way quickly. I didn't hesitate. I shoved my cock right into that young willing ass. Such a nice tight fit too! It didn't take more than a dozen thrusts to make me cum in that nice hot ass. It felt so good to do it. I sighed, feeling good now.

"My turn!" Sammo said, so I moved over and let Sammo in.

The teenager quickly loaded his cock inside Neil's fleshy canal and started fucking him. Neil's eyes were closed and he had a huge grin on his face. Neil likes to fuck, but he likes to be fucked even better. He says it's so much fun to feel a hard cock sliding in and out of his ass. I have to agree with him on that one. Both of them panted like dogs in heat. Sammo closed his eyes and let his head go back as he gripped Neil's hips a little harder and made several quick hard thrusts inside the smaller boy's ass. He moaned loudly at the same time.

"Oh that was good," Sammo sighed as he slipped out of Neil. Neil grinned as well. "Sure felt good. Haven't had a hard fuck in a while." Both boys pulled up their pants and zipped up again before curling up together on some blankets, Neil spooned inside Sammo. They dozed off while I set my watch for one am. A little nap wouldn't hurt.

Shiro

"How about a stroll before turning in?" Carlos asked.

"A nice idea. I usually do that at home before turning in. Hope you don't mind?" I asked Evans.

"Of course not. The boys know where the restricted areas are," Evans waved his hand in dismissal.

Oh arrogant bastard! It made me happy to think that I was going to get the guys out of here. I smiled and bowed, the boys leading me away from the table, one on each arm. They had been doing great up to now. I hoped they wouldn't screw anything up. They led me around the house and I spotted my sword and black suit in the bushes under the window. Good. At least they were there. We continued to walk, passing the screened in porch. Some of the security men were there, passing beers and cigars around. I hoped they would get good and roaring drunk. That would make our jobs that much easier. Finally we completed the walk around the house, stopping in the game room. I played both boys a game of billiards. John turned out to be a real shark, knowing just how to play the table. I didn't stand a chance. Evans laughed at my expression.

"He is good when it comes to playing the table. I've won many a bet on him," the man said, rubbing and squeezing John's ass through his jeans. The expression on John's face told me he didn't appreciate the touches. There was no doubt in my mind that Evans was that slimy. I carefully slid the tiny spy camera out of my jacket pocket and got a good profile picture of Evans. Putting my hand on Carlos's shoulder, I managed to get a good front head picture. Evans never suspected a thing. Now I had pictures to show the Jorgensons back in Peckertown. If anyone knew who this guy was it would be Benjy.

I looked up at the clock on the wall. It was fifteen to ten, and I wanted a bit of sleep before starting the action.

"Would you gentlemen care to accompany me in my bed tonight?" I asked. John took my left arm while Carlos took my right.

"Of course sir!" both boys said in unison.

"Good night Onashi-san," Evans bowed.

I returned the bow. "Good night Evans-san."

The two guys led me to the bedroom and locked the door behind me. We started exchanging notes while carrying on a conversation. I filled them in on the plan. John nodded his approval while Carlos gave me a double thumbs up. I went to the window to retrieve my stuff. No such luck. The window was locked, and there was a security alarm trigger on the window frame. Move the window, and the alarm would go off. Damn! John and Carlos nodded. They quickly shed their clothes leaving their thong briefs on and went out the door. I wondered what was up now. They came back nearly an hour later, pushing a small server's cart with some food on it. One of the security guards was behind them.

"Ah, you brought the dessert and some champagne," I said.

"Just wanted to make sure they were supposed to bring this sir," the guard said.

"Yes they were. I asked them to," I said. The man nodded and closed the door. Both of them closed their eyes and sighed.

"Too fucking close," John exhaled.

"No shit," Carlos swore. They reached under the cart and handed me my Ninja-to and the bundle of black suits. I inspected my sword and it was okay. I checked the black suits next. Two of them were the right size for John and Carlos, and mine was ready to go with all the special goodies that I packed it with. I glanced at the clock. It was now slightly after eleven. We needed a bit of sleep if we were going to pull this off. I swished a bit of the champagne around in a glass while John and Carlos sliced up the cake a bit. We'd each have a bit of it for the sugar energy we'd need before going out the door. I set my watch for one o' clock. The escape would start at two. We got into bed and snuggled down close.

"I hope there won't be any problems," John whispered.

"Same here," Carlos nodded agreement.

"Then keep your fingers crossed," I said. "We're gonna need all the luck we can get to pull this off."

Logan

"You know the plan. You know the rules. Let's play," I said. I got three thumbs up in return. They followed me out of the shelter and moved off towards the house. Neil connected up with each of us before we split up toward our assigned areas.

Everyone hear me? Neil asked.

Check, I replied.

Check, Sammo replied.

Check, Danny nodded.

After we confirmed that we could 'hear' each other, we split up and went our ways. There was no backing out now. We were committed. I moved west, staying in cover. The first guy I approached was snoring away in his chair. Too easy. Unfortunately he was not happy when he found himself being tied up by me. I smiled as I lightly tapped his cheek. His eyes communicated great fury. I tapped him with the blackjack I carried and he went back to sleep.

One down, I reported.

Just nailed two. Bozos were playing poker. One of them had a full house, 9's full of 6's, Sammo said.

I sighed. Keep your mind on the job.

Got one on the east side. These guys are too damn lazy, Neil said.

I'm sure Evans will love them in the morning, Danny said.

If he doesn't shoot them first, Sammo giggled. These guys weren't paying attention. We were definitely going to win this one. I love it when a plan comes together. I hoped Shiro was okay.

Shiro

Can you hear me? he asked.

Loud and clear. You guys okay? I asked.

So far so good, Dad said.

We are moving now, I said.

John opened the door and I peeked into the hallway. It was quiet. I closed my eyes and took a couple of breaths and in seconds was in Getsumi no Michi. I became aware of people inside the house. They were relaxed, very unaware that the attack was happening right now. I led the guys down the hall and encountered the first guard at a door. He went down quick after a chop in his nerve clusters at the base of his neck. John opened the door to reveal the office. Carlos followed him in and both of them opened a big cabinet revealing a safe. John went over to the large mahogany desk and lifted the blotter taking out a piece of paper.

"I always see him check the combination on this paper when he throws our earnings into the safe," John said.

Carlos went to another cabinet and pulled out two big backpacks. John got the safe open and both of them filled the backpacks with money. My eyes got big at the sight of the different currency being tossed into the bags.

"Just taking what is ours," John whispered. Carlos emptied the briefcase I'd given Evans and put that into the bag. "There's your money back." They closed the safe and got the packs on. I led them back to the door and into the hallway. Checking the watch, it was now close to two in the morning. Time to get out. We moved towards the glass sliding door in the dining room when all hell broke loose. I heard gunfire from outside.

Oh shit, there goes the op, I heard Danny say. I mentally groaned. So much for getting out quietly. The three of us ran through the house to the dining area. There were a few guards in there getting weapons ready. I took them on and knocked them out within seconds, moving as fast as I could using fists and feet. I waved the guys towards the glass sliding door and outside.

Keep going! I heard Dad say.

Going to the meeting point, I said. John and Carlos followed me away from the house into the dark shadows. I heard voices yelling and men running past me. Then I heard Evans.

"Find Onashi and the boys!" he yelled.

Logan

Keep going! I said. I got acknowledgements from everybody and I reached for my radio controlled detonator and set off a few explosions creating total panic among Evans's security. I took on two guys and beat them. Moving north like I was supposed to I saw four men crouched by a jeep with AK-47's in their hands. Another guy was in the bed of the Jeep, manning a machine gun. I hit the button on the detonator and blew the Jeep. The five men got scattered everywhere. I was taking fire, so I returned it. I saw lights coming on around the perimeter and realized they were pointed at the house from the fence line. Not bad. First decent thing they did. But these guys were under trained, so they were screwing up left and right.

West side nearly secure. I took out six guys already, Sammo replied.

Good. Neil, you okay? I asked him. I heard some really loud screaming and saw at least eight men running from the east side of the house. They were yelling in Spanish, so I had no idea what they were saying. I found out a moment later when I saw Neil's deranged wolf illusion walking around the corner. There were three of them this time, and they were scarier and grosser looking than last time. The other security men saw it and started running as well.

Neil, you gotta get a patent on that illusion of yours, I said. I spotted Evans on the porch looking at the deranged wolves. It looked like he wet his pants. Nice to know even the biggest baddest nasty can wet his pants at the sight of that. He turned and ran back through the front door.

Shiro, where are you? I asked

Dining room, why? He replied.

Evans might be headed your way, I said.

Good, Shiro answered calmly. I kept on moving towards the north side of the house to meet Shiro at the dining room area. I wanted to beat Evans there before he ran into Shiro and the boys. I hoped I wasn't too late.

Shiro

"There you are. Taking my boys, Onashi? I can't allow you to do that," Evans said from behind me. I turned to face him. "They are not yours to keep."

"You think I will allow you to leave with them? I don't think so," Evans laughed. I stared into his eyes. "Prepare to die." Evans nodded. He put his handgun down on the table and opened the glass case next to him, drawing a katana out from it. He took a two handed grip on it.

"Come, amuse me little man," he challenged. I drew my Ninja-to from its scabbard on my back. John and Carlos moved out the door as I backed up to the dining room table. Evans attacked as soon as my back touched it. I blocked his attack and rolled up and onto the table. Evans used a chair to jump on the table. His attack was a good one, but not good enough. I blocked and parried each one of his attacks. I pressed an attack of my own, driving him back. I did a back flip off the table and waited for him.

"You are good, Onashi. But not good enough. I am the master of the katana. You will not win," he snarled. Jumping down, he attacked again. I kept calm and concentrated on his movements like I had been taught. To show any emotions would affect my fighting ability. I didn't need that. Evans did have some skill, but against a ninja like me he wouldn't succeed. I would give him a chance. It was the honorable thing to do. I backed out of the house Evans pressing the attack. Now I had the advantage, even though those lights were shining in my face. Evans made sure to keep his back to them. My advantage was Getsumi no Michi. I could sense his movements knew where he was. I knew how he was going to move. The energy he gave off telegraphed his every move to me.

"Give it up!" he yelled, getting frustrated.

"No," I said very calmly. He roared in fury and pressed his attack. I kept blocking his every move easily. This guy was no expert. Hell I wasn't even breaking a sweat over him. He was starting to make mistakes. I started to go offensive.

"You are amusing me now, little man. You cannot win," my voice sounded from everywhere. Fear crossed his face. He knew he was going to lose. He doubled his efforts.

"No matter," he hissed, "I will hunt you down and destroy you. I will plant your carcass underneath my garden and I will piss on you every morning. You are dead."

"Only a weak man talks like that," my voice sounded again.

He licked his lips nervously and tried to drive me back into the house. I did a forward flip over him and landed behind him, facing away from him. He turned and drove his katana down towards my head, but the blade of mine was right there in seconds to stop his attack. He screamed in frustration as I spun around to face him. Our swords clashed as we fought. John and Carlos were in the bushes by the steps, watching the fight. As long as they stayed there, they were fine. I moved down the steps and let him back me up into the yard. I sensed the time was right, so I set off the laptop bomb. The flash of the explosive lighted up the night sky and everyone dived for cover. Evans turned to see what had happened and I back flipped into the fishpond. The water came up to my waist. He turned back to me, fury in his face.

"You will die now," he hissed. He charged into the pond and attacked. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sammo retrieve John and Carlos. They were safe now. I placed my full attention on the battle at hand. Evans was losing self-control because he was unable to beat me. He tried two more sword strikes and then paused for the moment. I stared at him as I lowered most of my body into the water, bringing the sword under the water as well. I turned the blade so that the cutting edge was up for a cutting stroke. I had seen this once before, and had learned it from one of my Grandfather's friends. It was the wave-slicing stroke, taught by a famous sword school. We stared each other down.

"Ha. You are under the water. I can defeat you now!" he snarled.

Logan

"Dumb son of a bitch," I groaned. He had made his final mistake and Shiro was going to nail him good. Suddenly Evans moved, his sword flashing downwards at Shiro. Shiro suddenly appeared off to the man's right side. I blinked. I hadn't seen him move. Evans screamed with rage and I looked at the man. His sword was broken, and he was bleeding. The man turned to face Shiro, and I saw that the left side of Evan's face had been opened up. Evans was gone. The rage and fury on his face was clear. He took the sword in both of his hands and started driving the broken blade down at Shiro's back. Shiro turned to see Evans attacking and started an attack of his own when a loud whistling sound was heard. I didn't hesitate and dived into the dirt. I heard the explosion and looked up to see the fishpond area going up in flame and smoke. I felt my chest tighten. Shiro. He didn't escape in time. Something dropped in front of me and it was covered in black. I looked at it as I attacked it.

"Dad! It's me!" Shiro yelled. I closed my eyes and gave thanks. I quickly followed Shiro as we retreated. I looked back to see if Evans had survived the explosion. If he didn't, oh well. If he did, we'd see him again for sure.

We ran out of the compound over the bridge. I tossed the remote to Shiro and told him to go for it. Shiro grinned and blew it just as a truck with gunmen inside crossed the bridge. Oh well, no big loss. We kept running to the car Danny had stashed. He had the engine started and as soon as the passenger door slammed shut, we were off. Danny let out a Southern rebel yell and mashed the gas pedal to the floor. The car really moved fast. Shiro tossed a few grenades out of the window as we literally flew down the road, we were going that fast. I heard secondary explosions behind us, apparently they must have had cars parked on this side of the bridge for such an occasion. Not any more. I settled back into my seat and looked at Shiro.

"Good to see you son," I said.

Shiro smiled. "Nice to be back, Dad." I felt good again. Ever since this thing started, I had been afraid for Shiro's safety. Now that he was here with us, I could breathe easy again. However, we weren't quite out of the fire just yet. We had to get out of here. Fast.

Danny drove like hell for the next hour, checking and double-checking the mirrors. He finally slowed down and pulled off to the side. Hopping out, he ran to a bush and watered it. As we got out and stretched and took our turns, Danny checked the map he had with him.

"We're on the right road to Ronnie's," he reported as we climbed back into the car and took off

"Ronnie's?" Shiro asked.

"Yeah. A boy I met that runs his dead father's junkyard," Danny said.

John and Carlos opened the bags they had with them and put some cash into a smaller bag and handed it up front.

"That's for Ronnie for helping us," Carlos said.

"You sure?" Shiro asked.

"Yes, very sure," John said. I looked at the two big duffels they had. "What's in there?"

"Money, lots of it, including from Shiro's briefcase," Carlos answered.

I had to laugh. Evans would not be happy with that.

"We took what was owed us," Carlos stated.

I grinned. "This is justice indeed."

Danny kept the speed down and constantly checked the mirrors for trouble. Arriving at the junkyard, I saw a boy running towards us from the gate. Men in suits were chasing him. I jumped out and laid down some cover fire while the boy ran to the car. Shiro came out the sunroof and kept them pinned down with his AK-47 as we took off.

"What the hell did they want, Ronnie? Are you okay?" Danny asked.

"They wanted something my father supposedly had. I didn't know about it and they were going to beat me up. I managed to get away from them and you arrived in the nick of time. Thank you," Ronnie said. The boy was sitting on my lap because there wasn't much room in the car now. The back seat was cramped with three boys and two in the far back of the SUV so Ronnie wouldn't fit.

"Time to dump this," Danny declared. He pulled off the road just before we entered a village and into the trees and thick brush. Danny took off while we completed the task of covering the car. Danny was right about that. Those men back there would be looking for this car, and so would Evans, if he was still alive. Danny came back moments later with a slightly dinged van. We got in and he drove off. I didn't want to know how and where he got it. I was just glad he didn't get hurt. Danny drove through the village at a normal speed and once he was out of the village, turned to Ronnie.

"Okay, what now?" he asked.

"There's an airport about an hour away from here. There's a small yard next to it with junked planes. A friend of mine will have one marked for you," the boy said.

"Good. This bag is for you. David here will give you the phone number and the address of his friend in the big city. Go there and be happy the rest of your days," Danny suggested as he handed the bag of money to Ronnie. Ronnie grinned. "Deal."

***

We found the airport and the plane an hour later. As Danny started inspecting it and Shiro transferred bags of gear with the help of the others, I made a phone call to Raphael, hoping he'd be home.

"Hello?" his deep voice came over the line.

"Allah bless you my son, and your lovely boy too," I said.

A roar of laughter came back at me. "Davie! You're okay!"

"Yup. Mission accomplished we're leaving now. Listen, I got a young man here who needs a loving home. Can you do it?" I asked.

"Is he cute?" Raphael asked.

I wiggled my eyebrows at Ronnie. "Very."

"Ah, perfect. He'd make a great companion for Salim. Hopefully he'll be able to satisfy my boy," Raphael laughed.

"I'm not gonna ask or go there, because it's true. He's on his way. Love and kisses to you and your family," I said.

"May Allah bless you," Raphael said and then hung up. I turned to Ronnie with a map and an address in my hands. "This is where you need to go. You have been a big help. My friend has an eight-year-old son who is very gay and loves to be bedded by an older boy. You got hired."

Ronnie laughed. "Oh I'll try my best!" He wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me. Then he walked over to Danny and hopped up into his arms and they frenched each other for a few minutes. Then Ronnie got back on his feet, waved goodbye, and was gone. Danny stood there for a long time. I slapped him on the back and he nodded.

"Ready to go," he reported. We lifted off into the midmorning sun. Once Danny got out over the ocean, he flew the plane about a mile above the water to avoid radar. The boys had gone through the buildings and located blankets, sheets, three mattresses, food, bottled water, and a stereo. The plane was an old one I'd say about thirty years old. Hey, it flew, and that's all it mattered. Danny estimated at least six to eight fuel stops and two days max before we crossed over into Texas. I hadn't thought about home in years. I debated about going back, but decided not to. No sense in opening up that can again. Turning around, I saw clothes tossed everywhere and saw the boys on the mattresses, sound asleep. That looked like a good idea to me too.

"Wake me up when you're ready for a break," I said. Danny nodded, and I went back to where the boys were. I stripped down and got under the covers next to a warm boy body, and dozed off. I had one hell of a dream. I dreamed that I was making out with John and Carlos. It seemed so real, too. I slowly woke up, becoming aware of someone on top of me. I opened my eyes to see Carlos riding my cock. I groaned out loud to the amusement of the boys watching.

"Oh God, this is real and not a dream!" I exclaimed to the laughter around me. Carlos muttered something in Spanish and continued to ride my cock. It was becoming too much for me. I gently knocked him off and rolled him on his back and reentered him. Carlos shivered and moaned out in heat. I started to fuck him. Shiro wasn't kidding when he said that Carlos had been tight. I could see stars as I fucked him. I could hear John getting his.

"Such a nice ass," I heard Sammo cry out. That was the breaking point, and I quickly filled up Carlos's ass with my man juice. Carlos sighed, feeling me cum inside of him. Once I pulled out, Neil was right there to suck on Carlos's hole. Carlos nearly went crazy, feeling Neil's tongue pleasure his ass. Sammo had finally cum in John's ass, and Shiro was giving John the tongue treatment as well. I leaned over and gently cleaned Sammo's special sauce from his cock. Sammo laid me down and went into a 69 and started sucking what sauce I had left in my cock. Once I was clean and relaxed, I dressed and went forward.

"Feel better, boss?" Danny grinned at me.

"Sure do. Just what I needed," I said, looking out the windshield at the darkness.

"I've done two fuel-ups and double checked weather reports and our direction of travel. We are still on track for the States," he reported.

"How much time?" I asked.

"If we are lucky, we should make landfall in the morning. We will need to do one fuel up in about an hour," Danny replied.

"Good. Put her on autopilot, and I'll take over. You need your beauty sleep," I ordered him. The grin on his face told me he liked that idea very much. We switched places and he went back. Moments later, I heard John and Carlos gasp.

"That's a long one!" Carlos exclaimed.

"Be fun to play with it," John laughed. Shiro came up front and joined me in the cockpit, sitting in the copilot seat.

"We need to do one more fuel up, and then keep on going. Danny thinks we'll see USA in the morning," I said. A loud groan came from the back, followed by laughter. I sighed, as Shiro laughed.

"I'm sure he'll be well rested in the morning," he grinned. I had to laugh at that. Shiro turned his attention to the map and plotted our current course. The fuel stop would be made just before crossing into Mexico. We would go out over the ocean after we took off again. At the five-mile mark, we'd go below radar. By then I should have a secure landing zone for us to hit, provided I could get some help for it. I reached over and squeezed Shiro's shoulder.

"You did a hell of a great job, son. I'm proud of you," I said.

"Harder, fuck harder!" I heard Danny cry out.

Shiro had to laugh at my expression. "Thanks, Dad. I'm just glad everything worked out according to plan."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Carlos screamed out.

I just shook my head. "Well, I just love it when a plan comes together."

"I'm cumming!" Carlos yelled.

"I hope Peckertown is ready for them," I sighed.

We landed in an abandoned airfield in south Texas around ten the next morning. True to Mark's promise, there was a half dozen armed and ready retired Seals there. They nodded to me as I stepped off the plane.

"Nice," one of them said. "World War Two vintage. This was a support plane."

"Consider it a donation to the Texas War Museum Pappy," I said, shaking his hand as he looked at the plane.

"Done deal," he said. "Over there is the van you requested, plus goodies inside. There will be support for you all the way."

"Cool. Don't know if this guy has tracked us down here, but I didn't want to take chances. That's why I asked for help," I said.

The grizzled old man nodded. "We were glad to help. Now, let's get ya on yer way."

Shiro took first shift at the wheel while Sammo rode shotgun. I got into the back with the others. True to the old man's word, there was gear waiting for us, plus a map with two routes drawn on it. We left the hangar and hit the highway. Going sixty [90 km/h], we could be in Arkansas by mid morning tomorrow, Peckertown early afternoon. We would stop for the night at a lodge. There was a reservation for us for a private cabin. Danny, Neil and I started a weapons check with the guns we found in the box. We'd get them back to the old man later. At least we now had defensive capabilities. Once that was done, the boys yawned and stretched out on the seats. Carlos turned to Neil and grinned. He and John teamed up to pull Neil's pants down. Carlos grinned at the sight of Neil's uncircumcised penis. Neil blinked, not sure what was going on.

"Relax, just want to test out a theory about your uncut dick," Carlos said. He leaned over and slipped his tongue between the head and the loose skin of Neil's cock. Neil shivered and moaned softly as the other boy began moving his tongue around the head. Neil's eyes closed and he shivered again.

"Hah! It's true!" Carlos grinned and then dived back onto Neil's cock. Carlos gave Neil one hell of a ride before letting him come. The glazed look in Neil's eyes told me he was gone for a few hours. John and Carlos pulled his pants back up and laid him down on blankets. They sat back down and started asking questions about Samurai Inc. Shiro and I answered them the best we could. In the end they were satisfied that we were okay.

We stopped a few times throughout the day for gas and bathroom breaks. All of us told them about Peckertown, now that we had more time to talk to them. They were intrigued about the place.

"There's lawyers there who can help with immigration issues. Once you guys get settled, I suggest you talk to them. You'll always have protection there because there is a security firm there that's tied into Samurai Inc. to help you when needed. You guys can do whatever you want there. Nobody is allowed to push you into anything you don't want to do," I said.

"Cool. Be some time before we decide on what we want to do," Carlos said.

"Good. With the money in the backpacks you can take your time in deciding," I said.

"We will," John replied. I smiled. These guys would make it just fine. I turned my attention back to the road and to what Sammo was telling Shiro. I heard a moan and looked over my shoulder to see Carlos and John snuggling up to each other. They were naked already and just pulling a sheet over them. Lucky for us the van's windows were darkened by that privacy film. Nobody could see in. Shiro was checking a map when I turned up front again.

"We will be at the lodge by five at present speed," he announced.

"Good. According to the tour book, it's got a huge swimming pool and a four star restaurant. Texas barbeque is the specialty," Danny reported from the passenger seat. I grinned. "Cool. Haven't had Texas barbeque in ages."

"It's coming up on three now. Two hours we will be there," Sammo reported.

"Good. After I make a phone call, we can expect all hell to break loose there. I can almost bet on it," I said.

"No way am I going to touch that bet," Shiro said.

"You know me too well," I laughed.

"I should, considering I'm your number one son," Shiro grinned. Cheeky bugger.

"You what? You are where?" Marc Fogel yelled into my ear. I held the cell away from my ear. "Not so loud, bubba. They didn't hear you in California, pal." He calmed down. "Okay, repeat that again."

"We now have in our protection Carlos and John, and we are now at the Rustic Oak Lodge in Texas. We are spending the night here, and expect to be in Peckertown by early afternoon tomorrow. Can you set up a security team and a safe house for them?" I asked.

"Gimme your cell number," Marc snapped, all business now. I did.

"I'll call you back," he said and hung up. I put the phone down and turned to Danny. "The ball is now rolling." He giggled as I turned back to watch the boys in the indoor pool. They were acting like the kids they were. Days ago they were handling guns and Neil using his powers to rescue two boys and now here they were splashing around in a swimming pool like a bunch of crazy kids. Go figure. Sure they were a part of Samurai Inc., but I wanted them to have a normal childhood as much as possible. John and Carlos seemed to be enjoying themselves. The dinner had filled them up with countless carbs, having practically wiped out the buffet. They lost money on us and I saw the manager stand there in awe as the guys picked it clean. Once dinner had settled, I herded them down to the pool to work off the excess energy. It was a good idea, considering we had been in the van nearly all day. Checking the map, I estimated a six-hour drive the next day. We'd leave by eight, be in Peckertown by two, provided there were no complications. The cell phone went off at that moment.

"Hey asshole," Marc said once I answered.

"What, cocksucker?" I fired back.

"Ooohh that hurt. Got your security team assembled. The usual players. Two targets. The Powersound mall, or Aaron's barn," Marc informed me.

"Is that barn like moo moo, or screw me, screw me?" I cracked.

"I'm gonna get Benjy to spank your butt, you bad boy. No, it's moo moo. Aaron and Harley bought an abandoned farm out on the north side of town, where the lake is. Nice spread. There are no animals there, though. The man who owned it sold off everything and left. They've been talking about getting a couple of horses. There's been a rumor going around that they are talking marriage to each other. When I asked them about it, they kinda danced around the question. Be nice, those two are never far from each other," Marc said.

"In your opinion, which place is the easiest to defend?" I asked.

"The farm," Marc said.

"The farm it is. I need to call a pow wow between you, our client Big Sol, Mr. Jorgenson, Benjy, Daniel, and Whitey. There is some very serious shit you guys need to know about," I said.

"Okay. We'll see you here tomorrow," Marc said.

"I'll call you before we hit town," I said.

"Done deal," Marc said and hung up. The fun was about to start.

John was my bed partner for the night. He knew how to please. Carlos settled down with Danny, while Shiro and Sammo had their own reunion. The odd man out was Neil. He didn't mind, though. He sat up in his bed and watched me get it on with John while stroking himself. I could tell by the silly smile on his face and the tip of the tongue out the corner of him mouth that he was enjoying the show. Horny little spunk bunny. I gave John his pleasure first. He liked it, enjoying the pleasing sensations run through his body. His hard on never went down. I teased every inch of his body with fingers, hands mouth, and tongue. I know I taught him some new things. I did everything I could to please him, even rimming his soft fleshy gate. That drove him crazy. I don't think anyone's ever done that to him before. I could see unbridled desire in his eyes. He wanted to fuck me. I rolled on my back and presented myself to John. John moved into place and gently pushed his seven inches into me. I sighed in pleasure. It felt good to have a young cock inside of me. John closed his eyes and sighed, feeling the pleasure wash over him. He held himself inside of me for a few moments, and then slowly began to fuck me. I could feel his cock moving inside of me and it felt good. I closed my eyes and concentrated on feeling the young cock moving inside of me.

The last young cock that had been inside of me was Salim's, and that boy was extremely endowed. Ten inches [25 cm] for an eight year old was impressive. I hoped he'd give Ronnie a chance to heal in between fucks. John kept going, his cock moving in and out at a slow pace. John was taking the time to enjoy himself. He should, the act of fucking is a pleasure all it's own, and it should be enjoyed. He leaned forward and frenched me our lips and tongues wrestling each other. He straightened up and began fucking me harder and faster. He wanted to cum now. I squeezed his cock with my anal muscles each time he pushed into me. I could hear him gasp and moan excitedly. He went faster and harder until his cock suddenly swelled a bit and he fired his load into my ass.

"Oh man!" he exclaimed, lying on my body. I stroked his sweaty back and kissed his face and neck. Neil came in his hand, moaning loudly. John giggled at that. Carlos had speared Danny and was getting the ride of his life. I saw the look on his face and knew he wasn't too far away.

"I come, I come!" he exclaimed as he shoved himself deep into Danny. I heard Shiro groan in ecstasy as he came deep inside Sammo. The big Hawaiian boy just sighed and hugged Shiro closer to his naked body. As far as I was concerned, all was well with the world. John and I snuggled up on the bed and went to sleep. I had another very erotic dream. This time it was Neil riding my cock. I slowly opened my eyes to find out that Neil really was riding my cock. Everyone was sitting around watching the sight. Carlos was in Danny's lap, John was in Sammo's lap, and Shiro was stroking himself. I felt my nuts draw up to my body.

"He's gonna cum!" John said excitedly.

"So am I," Sammo groaned.

"Same here," Danny said. I groaned loudly as I felt my load run through my cock and into Neil's tight ass. Neil squeezed his ass muscles around my cock, trying to make me cum more. I gave him all that I could and heaved a sigh once I was done ejaculating.

"Morning Dad," Neil said, kissing me. My favorite way to wake up. Neil got off me and my soft cock popped out of his ass. He went into the bathroom and started the shower. Danny and Sammo had their cums and were relaxing. John and Carlos went and joined Neil in the shower. From the sounds in there, they were enjoying each other's bodies.

"God, don't they ever stop?" I groaned.

"Hey, we are young and our recovery rates are great!" Shiro laughed. I sighed again. "Please don't remind me." They went to the shower while Danny and I head shredded plans for the day. The phone call to Marc would determine the course of action once we got there. I crossed my fingers and hoped for the best.

We were on the road within the hour. Everyone was a bit subdued, thinking of what was going to happen once we got to Peckertown. What kind of reception would we get? Could we keep John and Carlos secret for a while and give them a chance to settle down? I hoped so. They needed time to settle down and enjoy their new freedom before going public. I had no doubts they would really put Peckertown on the map once the word got out. The six hours went by rather quickly. Danny, Shiro and Sammo traded off driving duty, stopping only for gas and potty breaks. It was nearly two in the afternoon when I checked my watch. It was time to make the call.

"Hello?" Marc answered on the third ring.

"Put it back in your pants and pay attention, boy!" I said with a laugh.

"I take it you're here," Marc replied.

"Fifteen minutes out," I said.

"Good. Here's the plan. Just before you cross into the city limits, a Chevy convertible with Wang at the wheel, Zeus riding shotgun, and Billy Ray Bob playing tailgunner, are gonna pull up to ya. They are going to flash you a sign. It's the index finger, the pinky finger, and the thumb out. Whoever is driving is to put his right hand on his left shoulder and flash back the same sign. They'll escort you in. Another car will fall in behind you, a brown four door Ford. Kenny is driving, Scott is shotgun, and Yoshi is tail gunner," Marc informed me. I hung up. "It's show time gents. Get locked and loaded." I told Danny what to watch for and how to respond. He started checking his mirrors. A moment later, he sat up straight.

"Target at six, going to seven, eight, and nine," Danny said, using clock code. "Fuck me, it's a cherry '57 Chevy!" I looked. Zeus was in the shotgun spot, nodding along to the music on the stereo. He casually flashed the sign. Danny responded to it like he'd been instructed. Zeus nodded, and reached for the radio, turning up the music as they took the lead. I recognized the old '70's band called War. The song was about low riders. Danny giggled.

"My favorite song back then," he said.

"Brown four door at six," Shiro reported. I nodded. "Good. That's the rear crew. Shiro, I need you to set up the laptop. We are going to pow wow with them as soon as we get settled on the farm."

"Roger that," Shiro said. He went to work, breaking the laptop free and getting it ready for setup. I turned and paid attention to the road ahead. We passed through town with no problems. Arriving at the farm, I could see a few cars there already, including the sheriff's car. I got out first, my MP-5 at the ready. Marc came out on the porch.

"All secure," he called out. I nodded and opened the side door. John and Carlos stepped out. As they did, everyone present started to applaud them, including us. They blushed for a moment. Zeus walked up to them.

"Yo, welcome to the USA and Peckertown," he said. Everyone crowded around and shook their hands. I turned to the porch. Aaron and Harley were standing there, holding hands. Aaron was grinning. "Hey, we finally bought the farm!" Everyone groaned at the joke. Danny rolled on the ground laughing his ass off.

"Can I borrow the hose for a minute?" I yelled. We all went inside. There was a table set up with food on it. Shiro, Neil, Sammo, Carlos, and John immediately turned to it.

"Go for it," Harley said. All of the boys dived into it, or should I say onto it and started eating. Shiro broke away long enough to setup the laptop for me. I sipped a soda and sat back, collecting my thoughts for the briefing.

"Okay. This is the situation we found. There are two men that all of you need to be aware of. One is named Anderson, the other Marshall Evans. Both are slime. Anderson is more of an opportunist. He smells opportunity to make money he'll wiggle himself into it. Evans is the real slime. He's the one who had John and Carlos under his thumb. Bastard was selling off chances to sleep with the boys and profiting from it, one way or another. This guy is definite bad news. I'm giving you guys pictures of both. Shiro wondered if they had their fingers into something here, and that's why we photographed them to show you who they are," I said. Benjy nodded. "I wonder if Captain Morgan knows them or of them."

Shiro reacted. "Captain Morgan?"

"Yeah, why?" Benjy asked.

"I ran across his name and traced it back to a website. Captain Morgan's Leather Emporium. Sells all kinds of leathers, bondage gear, and the like."

"Can I have the web address?" Benjy asked.

"Sure. Dad, it's in the laptop in the folder marked search info," Shiro stated.

"I'll look once the printer stops working with the pictures," I said.

"Good. I'll have copies made and we'll shake the trees around here," Elijah said.

I relaxed. "Good. This is your turf, and I'll let you handle that business.

"Good enough. For now, I'll get cracking on these pictures," Marc said. With that, the meeting broke up. Benjy and his boyfriend wandered over to where John and Carlos were standing. Daniel joined them a moment later. Aaron suggested a swim in the heated covered pool, and they all walked out back. Shiro, Sammo, and Neil followed. I refilled my glass of soda and sat back.

"My God, we did it," I said to Danny.

"We sure did," he agreed.

"Sky's the limit now," I said. Danny nodded. "You know it." I turned to Danny. 'Let's go relax."

Meanwhile in England…

"This sounds like fun. I'm going to do it, Mum. I'll on late night television," he said.

"Provided we can come and watch," his father said.

"Oh, that goes without saying. Of course I want you there!" Daniel exclaimed to his parents. His mother smiled at his enthusiasm. "Better ring them up, dear." Daniel stood up and went into the hall where the phone was. He made the call and the arrangements were set. He'd appear at the studio around nine the next evening. He was set. It was one of his favorite late night programs, and he'd wished for the chance to appear on it. Going up to his room, he spotted a Harry Potter sweatshirt that had the word Production Crew on the left side of the chest. It was still wrapped up, and he checked the size to make sure it was an Adult large. He'd give it to the host as a thank you. He could afford to, there was a big box full of the shirts Daniel had appropriated once he explained why to the film company. They enthusiastically endorsed his idea. It was a good way to stay friendly with the media. He set it aside and went back down.

"I'm ready for tomorrow," he said. His Father looked up from the paper. "Good. I suggest getting to bed, you'll be up late tomorrow." Daniel grinned. "Okay, Dad. Goodnight, Mum."

"Goodnight, Dear," his Mother said. As Daniel relaxed in bed, he blessed his good fortune to have great parents. He yawned and turned over. Tomorrow would be a busy day.

Daniel got into the limo that arrived for him at the house the next evening. Another limo would pick up his parents from their jobs and bring them to the studio at the appointed time. Daniel needed to be there at six for a short tour, rehearsals for a Harry Potter skit, and then dinner, followed by a quick discussion of what was going to be asked.

Six came around, and Daniel never appeared. By eight o' clock, his parents started to panic. By nine, the cops were called and the search was on. The limo company that the studio hired was called and they attempted to call the driver. When that failed, the police went to the driver's flat and found him tied up and unconscious. It was obvious now that Daniel Redrock had been kidnapped. His Mother lost it, and had to be calmed down. It was time to call in the top. Word raced around the British Secret Service, and then the Queen herself was notified.

"My word. We must find that young man," she said. A man stepped forward. "Your Majesty, I represent Warner Brothers Studios. In the past we hired an organization called Samurai Inc. to help us protect some younger celebrities. If anyone can find him, they can."

"Find them, and send the plane after them. That is an order," she said.

"It shall be done," the man nodded.

***

Daniel had gotten in the limo not suspecting a thing. The car pulled away from the house and he sat back to relax. He knew with the evening traffic in London, it would be a while before they got there. So he started playing the game station that was in the back, not paying attention to where they were going. The next time he looked up, they hadn't gotten to the city.

"Hey, what's going on?" he yelled at the driver. The driver responded by rolling up the privacy window between him and Daniel, and electronically locked the doors. Daniel lunged for the door and tried to open it, but to no avail. He was trapped.

"Let me out!" he yelled in panic. Something like smoke wafted up towards the ceiling from under the floor and Daniel waved it away from his face. It started affecting him immediately. His body felt sluggish and tired. His started seeing double. He tried to open the windows, but by then it was too late. He slumped down in his seat. Daniel Redrock had been kidnapped.

Peckertown, Arkansas, USA

"Yo," I said by way of greeting.

"Logan, its Mac," the voice on the other end said. "Daniel Redrock has disappeared, and the Queen of England has asked for you. This is not a joke. This is for real." I forgot about Harley as I sucked in my breath. "What did you say?"

Daniel Redrock disappears, and Samurai Inc is called to go to England to investigate. The trail leads to Russia and surprises! Watch for the next exciting episode!

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