David

Samurai, Inc.

Chapters 21-23

I watched Byron and Bryan spread out the toys, whips, restraints, and other things on the table in the playroom waiting for Daniel, Rupert, and Tom to come down for their first Master's class. Red headed twelve year old Timmy smiled at me as he sat in a chair, his chain leash hooked to a hook set in the wall. The memory of his slim swimmer's body in my arms last night came back to me. My cock grew hard in my pants as I remembered riding his delightfully tight ass. Byron looked up and saw the bulge in my pants. He nudged his brother and he looked at me.

"Enjoyed him that much last night?" Bryan asked.

"Definitely," I said. "Can I have him again tonight?"

All three of them laughed. Bryan shook his head and went back to what he was doing as Byron went over to Timmy.

"Slave, you will service him again tonight. Please him well," Byron ordered him.

Timmy smiled. "Oh yes, Master! He's so much fun to please!"

Now I had to laugh. "That I am, young man that I am."

We heard footsteps on the stairs and I turned to see Daniel, Tom, and Rupert coming into the room.

"Good. Take your seats and we'll get started with S&M 101. Today we will introduce you to the equipment and toys used in a playroom," Bryan said.

"Can I make a suggestion?" I asked as I stood up.

"Sure, what is it?" Byron asked, turning to me.

I looked at the guys. "It is my personal belief that condoms should be used with anal toys. aids research has proven that a tiny bit of feces matter left on an anal toy can transmit aids or hiv. So wrap the anal toy in a condom and use a fresh one every time you reinsert it into someone else. Second reason for that it makes clean up a snap."

"I've never heard that but it does make perfect sense to. When we used to live in the barracks, we would on occasion boil anal toys or wash them down with rubbing alcohol. The condom on anal toys was a standard rule in the barracks and in the back rooms of the various clubs we worked. Master Benjy enforces that rule," Byron said.

"I am curious about something," Rupert said.

Bryan looked up at Rupert. "What's that?"

"Do you guys ever get boys living with aids in Peckertown?" Rupert asked.

Byron sighed as he nodded. "Yes we do. A number of Peckertown's wealthiest boys, teens, and men have gotten together in the last few months because the PLWA (People Living With aids) population has swelled considerably ever since Peckertown got started. Parents would drop their sons off here because they are living with aids and don't want the burden of taking care of their sick kids. Sad part of that is that some of the kids are hemophiliacs, meaning they can literally bleed to death from a little cut, have gotten the aids and hiv virus through tainted blood products they need to keep their hemophilia under control. Anyway, they got together and bought up a huge chunk of lakefront property on the south side of Peckerwood Lake and are in the process of building a very large hospice for aids patients. There are going to be three buildings. One will be hotel style housing, ten stories tall. It will house those who are still leading an active lifestyle. It will have resort style living, everything you might find in an actual resort, including water skiing, parasailing, and so forth."

"The second building will be four stories tall and will be devoted strictly to aids research. Some of Arkansas's best scientific minds are working hard in getting that building setup. The Jorgenson Foundation insisted on it, and everyone involved thought it was a good idea," Bryan said.

"The third building will be six stories tall. It will be used to care for those in the final stages. The rooms there will be very comfortable with bright color schemes and all the hospital staff will be wearing everyday clothing instead of traditional hospital garb to try and keep the patient there from getting too depressed. The only thing traditional about the rooms will be the beds and the wall stuff," Byron said.

"They're talking game stations in every room, access to their favorite music CD's, DVD's, fully equipped game rooms with the videogames, and pinball machines in them. Movie nights in a small theatre to be built on the grounds, and for those able to still get around, trips to see concerts in the Peckertown Amphitheater Powersound built months ago," Timmy said. "They're going all out to try and give them a normal life as much as possible."

Byron hesitated for a moment and Bryan put a hand on his twin's shoulder. "They've already bought a huge plot of land at the edge of the forest nearby for a cemetery for those who pass on. The area is just so beautiful. There are lots of trees surrounding the area and smaller ones spaced through the grounds. Also a couple of smaller streams running through the place as well. The plans are to leave it as natural as we can. There will be some landscaping and a sprinkler system set in to keep every thing green. There will be three buildings on the property. One is the mortuary and crematorium, the next is the office building, and the third will be a chapel for the services. There will be a gated entryway and there will be a quote from Tom Hanks when he accepted the Oscar for Philadelphia. It goes «There are too many angels in heaven tonight». One of the kids there, a Kenny Anderson proposed a second line on the gates and it will say «They will rest in peace until the Coming of the Lord»."

Byron turned around and bowed his head.

"We lost a good friend a few weeks ago," Bryan said. "Byron was close to him and he's taken it real hard."

"Why doesn't Byron come upstairs with me and you and Timmy can cover this class?" I said, gently lifting Byron up.

"Okay," Bryan nodded.

I turned to the stairs and started up with Byron leaning on me. "Just let me know where I can send my donation in the name of Byron's friend."

I heard the others echo the same as I walked Byron up the stairs and out into the garden. I sat him down on a bench and let him cry himself out. I held him for a time and rocked him in my arms.

"Thank you. This is the first real chance I've had to really let my emotions out," Byron said to me.

I rubbed his neck. "It's not a good thing to hold them in."

He sighed. "I know. I didn't have a chance to go somewhere and let them out. I'm sorry for breaking down like that."

"Don't be. You needed to vent them and you did. Never be afraid to show your feelings. It's what makes us very human," I said.

Byron looked up at me. "Thanks for making me feel better."

"You're welcome. You can come talk to me anytime you feel the need to. You and your twin are welcome in my bed anytime you wish," I said, smiling as the teen hugged me.

"Thanks!" he smiled broadly and then he was off.

***

In the basement, Bryan was going over the various toys and things. "This one is a vibrating nipple toy. Wet it a little and stick it on the nipples like this," he said, demonstrating on a restrained Timmy. "As on any vibrating toy, there are the slider controls, from slow to fast. Work it just right and you'll give his nipples plenty of pleasure to enjoy."

As Bryan turned it on and started pushing the slider control, Timmy squirmed in the chair and moaned out loud. Daniel, Rupert, and Tom dropped their hands to the crotches of their shorts and gently massaged their enlarged packages. Byron grinned as he walked in to the room.

"Enjoying the demonstration, gents?" he asked.

Bryan handed the controller to Rupert and turned to his twin brother. "You all right?" he asked, putting his arms around his brother.

"I will be now. I needed to get the pent up grief out of my system. Logan and I had a long talk. I'll be okay now," Byron grinned.

Suddenly Timmy let out a long loud moan and the brothers turned to see a wet spot appear in the slave's tight red shorts. Rupert grinned as Daniel and Tom quietly came in their hands.

"Does this mean I pass the quiz?" he joked.

Byron and Bryan howled with laughter as Timmy grinned.

While the Master's class was going on, Aaron, Harley, and Billy were in the recording studio working on a soundtrack.

"That note sounded good there," Aaron said as he scribbled something on a sheet of paper. "It would complement this bit of vocal."

Billy looked surprised. "That was my sexual scale notes. Didn't think it would work there. Very cool."

Harley and Aaron both burst out laughing as Billy blushed.

"You should hear his scales when I've slipped him my bone inside him!" Harley laughed out loud.

Aaron smiled and took hold of Harley's bottom jaw and pulled him in close gently and kissed him on the mouth. "Love you dear."

Billy noticed the diamond studded bands around their fingers. "You guys get hitched?"

Harley grinned. "Not yet. We are officially engaged, though. Just haven't set a date yet."

"Cool. I wish you guys luck," Billy said.

"Thanks. We'll need it," Aaron said.

Harley turned and sat on the couch in the studio and sighed. He absent mindedly slipped his hand inside his shorts and scratched his balls. He looked up to see a grinning Aaron looking at him.

"Got an itch that needs scratching, lover?" Aaron asked sweetly.

"Anytime you want to take care of it is fine with me," Harley shot back.

Billy laughed out loud as he watched Aaron advance on Harley. He decided to slip out of the room and leave them alone. As Aaron tugged Harley's shorts down, Billy slipped out the door and left. He could hear Harley start to practice his own scales a second later and he grinned. He stopped at his assigned room and got his Speedos and a towel and headed down to the pool area to relax. He stretched out in a chaise lounge and looked up at the glass ceiling and was surprised to see it raining. He chuckled to himself and lay back, letting his mind wander.

He grew somber as he thought about Harley and Aaron. He was happy for them, but even so he felt jealous of their close relationship. Billy enjoyed playing around, but lately he had been thinking of settling down with someone long term and start a relationship. He was glad his fans didn't mind him being gay and he hoped they would accept his being involved with someone.

Shiro was in the weightlifting room putting something away and he saw Billy out at the pool. He went up to the poolside to talk to Billy. When he approached him he noticed that Billy seemed to be bothered by something.

"Hey, Bill, what's up?" Shiro asked as he sat down in a chair.

Billy looked up to see Shiro sitting next to him. "Oh not much just thinking about something."

"Want to talk about it?" Shiro asked.

Billy hesitated for a moment and then nodded. "I was working with Aaron and he made a comment about the notes I had just sung fitting into the song perfectly. I recognized the notes as part of my sexual scale notes, you know the ones."

Shiro grinned. "Oh I sure do!"

Billy laughed. "Anyway, Harley made a comment about Aaron's sexual scale notes when he gets boned by Harley and they started bantering back and forth, and Harley went to sit on the couch and he scratched his balls and Aaron asked him if he needed his itch scratched. They started to get hot and heavy so I left. But that's not a problem with me. It was us talking about their engagement that kind of bothered me. I like playing around as much as the next guy, but lately I've wanted to find someone to be my steady."

"Ah, now I understand. I'm sure the right guy will come along and you'll find him one day. I know the feeling of having a steady to be with. Sammo and I are very happy together, and Neil and Sacha have discovered that closeness as well. The four of us guys love to play with Dad and Danny and each other every now and then and that is fun, but being with someone you really love is even better. Just hang in there and take your time. Don't be in a hurry or you'll end up being with someone who's not compatible with you at all," Shiro said as he gently squeezed Billy's shoulder.

Billy smiled. "Thanks Shiro. Now I feel a little better."

"Good," Shiro said, standing up. "I gotta get back we're running a rescue scenario in the kill house."

"Sounds like fun," Billy called out as Shiro walked away.

"They usually are. Especially if it's live fire," Shiro called out and then disappeared into the house.

Billy stood up and stretched, deciding to go into the Jacuzzi. He pulled off his Speedos and slipped into the warm water, turning around so his arms were on the cement as he picked up the musical score and a pencil. He hummed a few lines and adjusted something, sang the bar, made a note, sang it again, and then finalized the note.

***

Back in the playroom, the Master's class was in full swing. They had moved beyond the toys and were discussing the various parts of bondage gear, using Timmy to demonstrate the use. At the moment they were discussing gags.

"The gag being used is to be snug and comfortable. It should have holes in it to allow the slave to breathe, like the helmet we demonstrated earlier. Tom, you had it on. Were you able to breathe through the nose opening?" Byron asked.

"Yes I was," Tom said. "Once it was adjusted just right to fit I could breathe through my nose normally."

"Good. These kinds of gags that go in the mouth and secure behind the head are made so the slave can breathe through his mouth normally," Bryan said.

Timmy nodded his head enthusiastically.

"Don't forget to pay attention to the slave when you have him gagged. You need to be aware if he signals you he is in trouble. We'll discuss and learn the signs used in the dungeon or playroom in a class later. They are pretty universal having been developed and accepted at a conference of the S&M Masters a few months ago that was adopted by the PTA and is taught to all the slaves who pass through there. You'll learn them too," Byron said. "Any questions so far?"

Daniel shook his head and looked at his friends. They shook their heads as well.

"Good. You guys are doing okay so far. So let's do a quick quiz to see what you know so far," Bryan said.

Books were closed and placed on the floor. Byron and Bryan asked the questions while Daniel, Rupert, and Tom wrote the answers. Then they handed in the papers.

"We'll look them over quick, and reward accordingly," Byron said.

The guys relaxed as the twins looked over the papers. Timmy hummed as he sat strapped in his chair still gagged. The twins looked up a moment later.

"Okay. Rupert got all perfect on his papers so his reward is fucking Timmy. Go ahead and unstrap him and remove his gag and go for it. Daniel got one wrong. He gets a blowjob from Timmy. Tom got two wrong. He gets a hand job," Bryan reported.

Tom growled in his best Draco Malfoy while Daniel grinned.

"Get on all fours, Timmy," Rupert ordered. "Then you will remove my shorts."

Timmy did just that and then presented his boy pussy for Rupert to fuck. As Rupert greased his pole with KY, he prepped Timmy's ass with a bit of KY. Byron turned to Daniel as Timmy squealed, signaling Rupert's entry into his pussy.

"Okay, the question you missed. What is the proper adjustment for a gag?" Byron asked Daniel. "You said tight."

"Oh oh oh oh!" Timmy cried out as Rupert started to fuck the redhead.

Daniel slapped himself upside his own head. "Snug. It's snug."

"Take my cock, boy!" Rupert growled as he drove his cock deep into Timmy.

Bryan turned to a laughing Tom. "What's so funny?"

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" cried Timmy.

Tom grinned. "This whole scene, Rupert's screwing the slave and you're asking Daniel the question he screwed up on so coolly and calmly when you should be jerking your sausage over the scene over there," he pointed to Rupert slamming his hips against Timmy's ass.

"YES! YES! YES!" Timmy screamed out loud as Rupert fucked him harder and faster into the younger boy.

"Call it incentive to do better next quiz," Byron grinned.

"Nice tight ass, Boy!" Rupert growled.

Daniel guffawed at what Byron had said.

"UUUUUUHHHHH! OOOOOOHHHHH YYYYEEEESSSSS!" Timmy screamed out loud.

Bryan looked at Tom's paper. "The two you missed. Can a condom be used with a butt plug when inserted for a period of time?"

"Gonna cum!" Rupert cried.

Tom thought for a moment. "No. The rubber would be uncomfortable during prolonged use. A butt plug should be for the slave's personal use."

"Filling you up right now, boy!" Rupert cried as he came deep into Timmy.

He fell away from Timmy once he stopped ejaculating and sighed. Timmy immediately turned around and cleaned Rupert's cock with his mouth.

"Good boy," Byron said, patting Timmy's sweaty head. "Second question, how should a cock ring be put on? You said cock first and then balls."

Tom sighed, "Balls first, and then the soft cock."

Daniel stepped out of his shorts and sat down on a cushion next to a resting Rupert. Timmy stretched out on his torso and went to work on Daniel's cock. He closed his eyes and leaned back as Timmy's talented mouth and tongue went to work. Tom and the twins sat down and watched Daniel get his cock sucked. Daniel didn't say anything, just sat there with eyes closed and mouth slightly open. His breathing got faster and harder, and then suddenly he put his hands on the back of Timmy's head and thrust his cock into the boy's mouth twice. He moaned softly as he came and then smiled.

"That was so good," he smiled as he pulled Timmy up to his face and kissed him on the cheek. "You got a hot mouth."

Timmy relaxed for a bit as Daniel and Rupert got up off the floor and pulled their shorts back up. Timmy stood up and moved behind Tom. He slowly and sensuously unzipped his shorts and pushed them down. He rubbed Tom's package with ht palm of his hand for a moment and then reached inside the thong Tom was wearing. Timmy slowly pushed the purple thong down off Tom, uncovering his cock.

"I think a thong on a man is sexy. I like yours," Timmy cooed into Tom's ear.

The effect was instantaneous. Tom's cock came up quick and hard, right into Timmy's soft palm.

"What a nice big boy he is," cooed Timmy. "I'm going to enjoy playing with this snake. He feels so nice and warm in my hand."

Tom really was at attention now as Timmy began stroking him. Tom let his head go back and he squeaked softly as Timmy brought him off by hand. Tom shot a nice big load onto the floor as he whimpered. Tom quickly turned around and hugged and kissed the boy, much to his pleasure.

"Thanks kid," Tom smiled.

Class was over for the day.

We found the guys lounging by the pool, discussing the script as we dragged our sore asses into the pool area. Timmy looked at a dragging Danny and dashed over, took him by the hand and led him to the massage table setup in the corner. He stripped the big man down and helped him lie on the table face down. He quickly warmed up some massage oil in a small bowl and set it on the small table by Danny's head. Byron smiled.

"You're in for a treat now," he commented.

Danny groaned as he closed his eyes, feeling the small boy fingers starting to move across his shoulders, beginning the massage. I stripped down and got into the Jacuzzi and sipped a glass of cold sake and thought about the training we had gone through in the kill house. I had set the objective, which was to rescue a mannequin looked like Aaron Cutler in the target room and all of us had done the prep work perfectly and gathered all the info necessary to affect the rescue. It was storming the room and going through the window was the bitch. The first run was a cock up, me nearly getting shot by Shiro, getting run over by Sammo at the door, Danny accidentally blowing the dummy away, and Neil tossing the tango dummies out the window. Ouch. Hejiro was all over Shiro for his error and they nearly came to blows. I cussed out Sammo, then Danny and he took me to task for being so fucking slow in the door. I turned on Neil for tossing the tangos out the window. The only one who did anything right was Sacha. His job was to slice the door off the hinges. He had sat there and then finally set off an air horn. Once we quieted down, he calmly told us where we went wrong. He turned to Hejiro and asked him to set up another room on the same floor. Before Hejiro went out the door he gave Shiro a hug and apologized.

"We have been on the road too long, and it shows. We need to start training again on a daily basis. The training camp we had in Japan did some good, but we need to train everyday, not just once in a while. The England rescue went perfect because of where it was and we had done the prep work perfectly. We've got to be better," Sacha said.

He was right, damn it. We finally got it right on the fourth try. Doing the actual assault on paper is one thing, but doing it for real is another thing. Everyone needs to know where they are going, what they are going to do, which direction the line of fire is to be, and so on. I wished I had a virtual reality setup like the one I had seen in England when Q had given us the tour. The room the VR setup was housed in was huge. If you have seen Star Trek Next Generation you'll know what I'm talking about. Mine would be programmed to run every scenario possible and we wouldn't waste time having to set up every thing by hand. Oh, the possibilities.

Danny groaned softly as Timmy continued the massage. The boy had a smile on his face and it seemed to me he really enjoyed his job. I silently wondered if it was possible to get Timmy from Benjy or another slave boy like Timmy.

Naturally he would have to go to school with the guys, but once he got home he would be taking care of things and if we went out of state on a job Hejiro would have charge of him. I decided to discuss that with Benjy first chance I saw him. We all had our assigned chores around here but they tended to get in the way when we need to train or work a client. A slave boy would help immensely.

I sighed and stretched out a bit and then let my mind wander some more. I know that can be a dangerous thing sometimes, to let a mind wander without a leash to keep it from straying too far. I had been entertaining some strange thoughts of the past and I wondered what life would be like if I had never left the Teams. I am sure none of this would have ever happened. Shiro would still be in the mess I had rescued him from, and the other boys would be in their own predicaments. Sometimes life does happen for a reason and looking back over my life I can see that all of this really is a good thing. I'm glad it all happened the way it had.

I looked up as I heard Danny groan and saw him getting off the massage table. He joined me in the hot tub and groaned.

"That kid can do," he said with a smile.

I raised my glass in Timmy's direction and the boy smiled. He wiggled his buns over to me and took the glass and refilled it. He handed it back to me with a smile on his face. I really liked this kid. I heard a noise and looked over to see Byron leading the charge into the pool. All of the guys hit the water at once. I waited for Byron or Bryan to surface. Byron surfaced next to the Jacuzzi.

"Byron, does Timmy know how to swim?" I asked.

Byron turned to Timmy. "Answer Logan's question."

"I was a champion swimmer back home before coming out and getting dropped off here, Master Byron. The coach and the team liked to use me in the shower room," Timmy replied. "I've heard of the swim teams here in Peckertown and hoped that I could get on one and start swimming again."

Bryan's expression softened. "Why didn't you tell us that before?"

"Because I needed to survive. When I heard of Master Benjy I jumped at the chance because it meant I would have a place to live and food to eat," Timmy explained.

Byron nodded. "I'll talk to Master Benjy when we get back. For now continue what you are doing. Right now strip your collar and harness off and join us in the pool."

Danny walked over and helped Timmy out of his harness and removed the collar. Timmy went to the low board and dived straight in. For the next hour he treated us to his entire repertoire of dives from the high dive. Shit, this kid had talent! He could very easily blow away half the competition in the Peckertown Swim League! I decided to sponsor Timmy if Benjy allowed him to swim again.

"Timmy that was absolutely aces stuff. You have talent," I said as Timmy came out of the pool.

He smiled as he dried off. "Thank you sir."

Timmy spread his towel down on the cement and stretched out on it and dozed off. The rest of us spread out among the loungers and relaxed.

Bryan and Byron spent the rest of the week teaching the guys about the various methods of S&M in the playroom. The second week they would start doing bondage, the third week some S&M, and the last week would be more S&M and testing. I would be drifting in and out of the playroom to observe the classes and in doing so picked up a few things. I also double checked the first aid box to make sure it was well stocked just in case. I didn't want Timmy to get too badly hurt, but Byron and Bryan reassured me Timmy would be fine.

"The new whips that Master Benjy ordered for the club and the PTA are much better than the ones he used to use. They leave marks and hurt, but do not draw blood. Ever since Master Benjy made the changes, he's been getting more business than ever," Bryan informed me.

I was glad that Benjy had cut out the extreme stuff and toned things down a little. The one time I had actually seen one of his shows left me feeling a little queasy and I really didn't know how to approach Benjy so I left it alone. But someone had gotten through to him and he had changed things for the better.

The second week things got a bit better in terms of the team's training. We were making fewer mistakes and working better together. There were a few less bruises this time around. Hejiro kept sparring with Shiro and he got a bit faster and better. Neil and Sacha were really working well together. There was no doubt in my mind they could handle anything that came their way. Sammo and Shiro worked perfectly together. They seemed to anticipate each other's moves and react accordingly. I decided to change things and have everybody train with different partners to see how they would react. Even Danny was for the idea. The results were surprising. No matter whom we paired up with whom the results were nearly the same. They seemed to challenge their partners and push them a bit farther. That was good.

The Master's classes now started the actual hands on training, beginning with bondage, starting with simple restraints and going to the complicated forms. Naturally the forms of bondage were demonstrated on Timmy, and on two separate occasions, demonstrated on Daniel, Rupert, or Tom so they could get a feel for it. I watched Daniel wiggle on the thick floor mat as he had been trussed up nicely. He had wrist cuffs on behind his back, a pair of leather straps on his elbows pulling them together behind his back, the ankle cuffs on his feet connected, another pair of leather straps at his knees connected, and then the ankle cuffs brought up and connected to the elbow straps. Very effective bondage. Daniel grunted as he tried to make it to the five-minute mark and made it. They carefully eased him out of it and Daniel lay on the mat resting for a moment, breathing heavy.

"When you release the slave from a tight bondage like this, let each body part loose slowly and gently. If you let his leg loose too fast, he could injure himself," Byron said as he helped Daniel up from the mat. "Take a few steps around to loosen up, Daniel. Do you hurt anywhere?"

"No, not really. That was a cool way of getting tied up," Daniel said.

"Timmy can rub you down later," Bryan said.

Timmy grinned at that as Daniel laughed. "Okay!"

Byron shook his head and sighed, "Eager beaver."

All of the guys laughed at that. I smiled as I stretched making things in my back pop loudly, setting the guys off again.

"Sorry about that," I said, trying to keep a straight face.

"Tonight?" Timmy chirped brightly.

I looked over at Bryan and he nodded yes. I turned back to a very happy Timmy.

"My quarters and don't be late," I said as I climbed the stairs.

I looked into the dojo and saw Hejiro working with Neil and Shiro working with Sacha. I sat on a bench along he wall and watched Neil practice trapping techniques using his hands and his abilities at the same time. It looked like he was getting better all the time. His moves were getting faster with practice. I turned to see Sacha lunge at Shiro. Shiro deflected him nice and easy and Sacha surprised me by turning quickly on a dime and pressing his attack. Oh, he was getting better! I smiled at the four of them and retreated. Going out to the pool, I saw Billy in the Jacuzzi and thought that was a great idea. I filled a glass with ice and sake and joined him in the Jacuzzi. He turned to see me sliding in.

"Sounding good Billy," I complemented.

He grinned. "Thanks."

"When I see a singer on TV doing their song, I think to myself that they make it look so easy. But having you and Aaron here a time or two has taught me that there's a lot of hard work that goes behind every note that gets sung," I said.

Billy sighed. "Don't you know it? But I love to sing and I'm willing to put in the time and effort to make it all work."

I rubbed his shoulders a bit. "Well you're doing good. I like the way this particular song sounded. Is this one of the songs for the movie?"

"Yes it is. It's one of those songs that Aaron and I are doing together. I sing a section for my scenes and he sings a section for his scenes. His part sounds awesome," Billy informed me.

"It does?" Aaron's voice said from above us.

Billy and I turned to see Aaron and Harley standing there stripping off shorts and shirts.

"Yes it does and I like it. Since it's a slow song, I'm trying to decide to go with either a piano or a full orchestra behind me," Billy said.

"We can test it out on the synthesizer in the studio later this evening," Aaron suggested. "I've been debating the same thing, but I'm more interested in a slow rap or a light swing behind my sections."

I got out of the Jacuzzi as Aaron and Harley slipped in and began discussing the song. I got into the pool and started doing slow freestyle laps. When I finally stopped and sat on the stairs in the shallow end, everyone was out by the pool. Daniel, Tom, and Rupert joined Aaron, Harley, and Billy in the Jacuzzi and all of them were discussing the script rather loudly. That was fine, as long as they didn't get out of control. I'll tell you now there were no ego trips with these kids. None of them trying to act more important than the others and that was cool. I'd never encountered that problem just yet and I hoped I never would.

I saw Timmy getting the massage table ready and he looked over at me. I nodded and got out of the pool and dried off. Danny wasn't kidding when he told me that Timmy had good fingers. OK, I knew he had good fingers for other activities. I sighed in pleasure as the boy worked my aching back muscles with what seemed to be fingers of steel. I could feel them moving in tight circles, probing, poking, and pressing deep. If Timmy ever struck out on his own in Peckertown, he'd make a fortune.

I looked up when I smelled something. Sammo was standing by the barbeque, wearing a chef's hat and his bare buns showing while an apron protected his front. Aaron wolf whistled as the others catcalled at the sight. Sammo grinned and turned around and stuck his butt out and shook it at us. I laughed as the others whistled some more. Shiro ran over and stood in front of Sammo, blocking him from us. He stood there completely starkers, arms spread, dripping water from the pool.

"He's mine, all mine!" he yelled as the other guys roared in laughter.

Sammo wrapped his arms around Shiro and kissed him on the neck and grabbed his seven inches.

"This nice long bit of sausage is mine, sweetie," Sammo cooed.

That set us off once more and even Hejiro had to chuckle.

"You guys can get it on later. Finish cooking please Sammo," I called out.

I got booed for that announcement.

***

The third week the classes were now starting the S&M course. I dug up a couple of old workout bags for them to practice their whipping techniques on. Byron and Bryan were delighted.

"Good. We don't want to hurt Timmy too badly with excessive whippings," Byron said. "We're saving him for the whip testing."

"Good idea. Both of you know where the first aid boxes are, don't you?" I asked.

"That was one of the first things Shiro pointed out to us the second day we were here," Bryan said. "He wanted to make sure we knew where they were just in case something happened down here."

I had a number of first aid boxes scattered around the house for just such an emergency, especially with rowdy teens on the premises. One of the absolutely required items when one has clients on site. There haven't been any serious injuries yet and I wanted to keep it that way. Still you never know.

"Still nice and firm," Byron commented as he poked at one.

"That's because I restuffed them. They were really soggy looking before I brought them up here," I said.

"Thanks," Bryan said as Neil lifted them and suspended them in the air as Byron hooked them to the ceiling.

Once they were properly secured to the ceiling beams, Byron picked up a whip and let fly on one of the bags. Neil and I jumped at the loud crack as the whip made contact with the bag. He whipped the bag a few times and then stopped. Neil picked up one of the whips from the table and examined it carefully.

"These aren't like the kind of whips you may have seen before. They are designed to cause pain but not leave any real marks behind or break the skin," Bryan said.

Neil turned to face a bag and swung it a few times, striking the bag each time. He dropped it back on the table and stood back. He closed his eyes and I saw the whip lift up from the table and move over to a bag. We watched it move backwards and them move forward quickly, striking the bag on its own. Neil did it a few times more and then moved the whip back to the table. Timmy, Bryan, Byron, and I applauded Neil's efforts.

"Not bad Neil. That was quite impressive," Byron said.

Neil grinned, "Another possible weapon for me to use against an attacker. Hejiro and Shiro have been working with me to teach me how to use things against the enemy. I'm slowly getting the hang of multitasking."

"Good. Keep up the hard work, son. You're doing really good at it," I said.

Neil grinned and went upstairs. I turned to the twins.

"Anything in particular you want Timmy to do while you run this class this week?" I asked.

"He's been told to watch after you and the others during the class time," Byron stated. "He's to help you out in whatever it is that needs doing."

At that moment Daniel, Rupert, and Tom arrived for their class and I went up into the workout room and found Hejiro and Neil sparring. Neil was working on defeating Hejiro with whatever he could use in the room while using what Martial Arts skills he had learned up to now. He was holding his own at the moment. I absent-mindedly dropped the whip in my hand on the table and Neil saw me do it. I strolled to a chair and sat down to watch. Next thing I knew the whip moved and flew through the air at Hejiro. He barely rolled out of the way when it struck for the first time near him. The look of surprise on his face was priceless. Neil pressed his own attack while cracking the whip close to Hejiro and using a staff off to his left side. Hejiro worked to avoid the whip and the staff striking at him from all sides as Neil pressed his attack. Finally he backed off holding his hands up.

"Neil, that was extremely good! Where did you manage that whip?" he asked.

Neil smiled and bowed to the older man. "Down in the basement about fifteen minutes ago. Byron taught me how to use one."

"Very nice moves. You are much more in control of the staff today than you were yesterday. You can have the rest of the day off. I'm going out to work Sacha on his sneaking around skills," he announced.

Neil grinned at me and headed for the living room. "Cool, I have some chores to do."

It was then I decided against getting a servant boy from Benjy. How am I going to teach the guys responsibilities if I don't give them chores to do around the house? Hejiro headed outside and I watched him try and sneak up on Sacha. Before he could touch Sacha on the shoulder, Sacha did a back flip over Hejiro and assumed attack position with his claws out. I saw Hejiro nod at Sacha and Sacha relaxed. I turned to Timmy who was standing next to me at the attention position.

"What to do with you now?" I said, looking at him with a smile.

Timmy took my hand and led me upstairs to my room. Such a horny little boy.

Down in the playroom, Byron finished his whip demonstration on the workout bag and backed off.

"That's the basic whip techniques used at the PTA," Bryan said. "It's pretty much universal through out the S&M community. Do it just right, the slave will really get off on it."

"Reminds me of the time we strung up Hugh in the Gryffindor Tower set and used a leather belt on his bum. He really shot a load or two," Rupert said.

"Surprised me," Tom commented.

"Yeah, said he enjoys that ever since he shot on his Dad's leg when he was getting whacked by a hairbrush when he was younger," Daniel said.

"There are a number of slaves in the barracks who do that. Benjy keeps those in chastity belts so they can't jack off. He brings one on the stage and secures the slave to suspension chains or a restraining frame and slowly whips the slave until he really shoots. His favorite trick is to position the slave at the edge of the stage, have the other slaves remove the chastity belt, and then he whips the slave until he unloads a week's worth of cum all over the audience in the front row. Something new he added before we came out here and the audiences have been going nuts over that," Byron grinned.

"What's the best way to teach Hugh cum control?" Daniel asked.

"Getting him to hold it until you say cum?" Bryan asked.

"Yeah," Daniel nodded.

"I'm sure Paulo and Caleb have included that as well. Benjy has one slave that shoots a bit, stops, gets another whip stroke across the bum, and then he shoots again. They keep doing that until he's done shooting. That one has become very popular," Byron said with a grin. "Wish I had that kind of control."

They all laughed and then Byron handed Daniel the whip. Daniel took it in his right hand and shook it a little to get used to its weight. The others stepped well out of range and watched Daniel start working the bag. His first time out with the whip wasn't too bad. Tom did okay and Rupert could tell he was going to need a bit of work.

"Don't worry, you'll get he hang of it soon," Bryan patted Rupert on the shoulder. "All of you need to remember that you're not trying to kill the bag, so light even strokes will do the job. The tip of the whip will be traveling at a considerable speed so you don't have to do it so hard. That goes for the cat 'o nines and any other type of whip."

The guys nodded and then sat down. Byron and Bryan then described some of the other whips and what they were capable of doing. The guys took notes and listened carefully.

Meanwhile upstairs, I was busy stuffing Timmy's ass with my big cock. The little boy groaned as he rode my cock.

"Oh this feels so good," he moaned in pleasure. "I love having a big man cock inside me. I love feeling it snake its way up into me."

I grabbed his hips and held him still as I started fucking him roughly. He squealed and cried out in joy as I thrust deep into him from the bottom. Now I really wanted to fuck his tight ass, so I pushed him off, folded over two pillows, had him get on them with his ass in the air as I tied him to the bed frame. I shoved back into him hard and he cried out in pleasure.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" he screamed out loud.

I took hold of his hips and slammed my cock into him deeper and harder until I shot my load into him. I sighed as I eased my cock out of his cum dripping pussy. I looked to my right to see Sammo, Shiro, Neil, and Sacha holding their cocks wanting to get into the boy. I got off the bed and grinned.

"Come on shove those cocks in my pussy!" Timmy yelled excitedly.

"What the hell are you waiting for?" I asked Sammo.

He didn't hesitate to climb onto the bed and right into Timmy's pussy. Timmy cried out as Sammo began riding him. I pulled some shorts on and went back downstairs. I relaxed in my recliner and every now and then I could hear Timmy screaming in delight.

"What's up?" Danny asked.

I replied with out looking up from my magazine. "Timmy's getting gang banged upstairs by the guys."

I looked up to see Danny race upstairs. Horny bastard.

Guy Truant arrived two nights later. I stood on the runway and watched as his Cessna landed flawlessly. I walked over once the engine was switched off.

"Welcome to Logan's Mountain," I greeted him. "How was the flight?"

Guy grinned. "Good, perfect weather all the way in. I've always wanted to come here ever since Aaron told me about this place."

I nodded. "Cool. I'm sure he had quite a bit to say about my house."

"That he did," Guy said, proceeding to describe what Aaron had told him.

To my relief, Aaron had conveniently left some things out of the descriptions. Good. That meant Guy would have fun finding out the joys of some of the things here.

"The guys have been working exceptionally hard on the script and what they have come up with is exceptional," I said as I guided him to the house.

Neil floated past, showing off his ability by doing the backstroke in mid air much to Guy's amusement. I had to grin myself.

"The team had improved greatly as well. Our combat skills are as sharp as ever," I said.

"Good. I took the liberty of ensuring that Flamingo is still comfortably housed by the Hotel Arkansas. Word is he's still there," Guy snickered as I grinned.

"Good. One less worry there," I said.

We walked into the house and everyone in the Great Room greeted Guy. He stopped and looked at Timmy standing there in his harness serving out sodas.

"Who is this cutie?" he asked as Timmy giggled shyly.

"This is Timmy. His two handlers are the long black haired twins from Peckertown, Byron and Bryan," I said, introducing them.

We sat down and I gave Guy the complete rundown on the special areas of the house, why the twins were here and why Hugh wasn't. Guy smiled.

"I've known about Hugh, Daniel, Rupert, and Tom for some time. I went looking for them during the filming of "Chamber of Secrets" and found them stringing Hugh up in the Gryffindor Tower set and then beating him with a leather belt on his bare butt. What amazed me even more was the fact that Hugh was enjoying it and wanting them to whip him harder and then watching him shoot his cum all over the place. Made me very hot and I've wanted a crack at that boy myself," Guy grinned.

"Well, you'll have to ask us. The three of us are Hugh's Masters," Daniel said.

"We'll let you play with Timmy," Byron said after doing a quick huddle with his brother. "I'm sure he'll make you happy."

Guy smiled as Timmy blushed. Guy looked Timmy up and down approvingly.

"How about later? I am kind of beat," Guy said.

"Massage, bath, and bed?" Timmy asked.

Guy just grinned. Sammo stepped out from the kitchen and announced dinner. We went and sat around the table while Sammo directed Timmy to serve the food as he handed the bowls or platters to Timmy.

"We'll discuss the script tomorrow. I want to see what you guys have done to it," Guy said as he took a couple slices of London broil.

"Okay," the guys echoed around the table.

It got quiet as we ate. I observed Guy looking at Timmy every few minutes and I knew he'd enjoy the little boy in his bed.

He came down to the kitchen with a big smile on his face the next morning with Timmy in tow. I grinned at both of them.

"You guys comfortable last night?" I asked.

The smiles I got in return answered my question.

"Timmy tells me the Scotti Brothers are the best realtors in Peckertown. I'm going to establish a base there, knowing I'm going to be there quite a bit," he said.

I nodded. "Good idea. I'll can the Yamane Brothers and have them call on you with the security package once you settle on a house."

"Deal," Guy said. "Anyone else up yet?"

As if to answer his question, the sound of musical scales was distinctly heard. I grinned as Guy shook his head.

"That must be Billy," Timmy guessed.

"Not Harley, so it's got to be Aaron," I guessed.

Harley and Aaron walked into the kitchen at that moment.

"Definitely Billy," Guy laughed as Harley poured himself a cup of coffee and one for Aaron.

Both of them laughed. Timmy looked at me, waiting for the order to start cooking.

"Timmy, please setup the table for breakfast," I said, nodding at him.

Guy turned and took the leash off his collar and turned him loose. Timmy went straight to work as we moved out of the kitchen. We sat down in chairs and couches as another musical note was heard, this time louder and longer. Harley and Aaron grinned.

"He sure sounds like he's having fun," Guy observed.

"Wonder who he's with?" I wondered.

That got answered as Sammo and Shiro came down stairs. Just as they got to the bottom step, another musical note was heard. This one was higher, louder, and a bit longer than the last. Both Shiro and Sammo grinned.

"Grandpa's taking care of Billy," Shiro grinned.

Billy groaned as Hejiro slowly sucked on his hard cock, the young country singer shivering in pleasure. Hejiro had him firmly restrained using Japanese rope bondage on his naked body, his hands firmly restrained behind his back and his ankles ties to the bottom corners of the bed. Hejiro continued to work Billy's cock, making the teen cry out in ecstasy. Billy thrashed about on the man's futon, wanting to cum so badly.

"Please let me cum, please let me cum, please let me cum," Billy begged.

"When I want you to and not before, boy. Then I'll turn you over and give you a good shagging. Is that what you want, boy?" Hejiro asked as Billy groaned in anticipation of the fucking he was going to get.

Hejiro had finally made up his mind and decided he wanted to have a boy again. He had approached Billy in the hall last night and asked Billy if he wanted to pillow with him and Billy agreed, asking Hejiro if he was sure he really wanted to. Hejiro said yes, and led Billy to his futon and both of them made love late into the night and then went to sleep, and now they were at it again. Hejiro was making up for lost time.

"Well let me finish sucking on this fine specimen of boyhood," Hejiro growled as he took Billy's cock back into his mouth once more.

Billy cried out again as the waves of pleasure washed over him. He felt a slight movement in his balls and he knew he was about to unload big time.

"I'm cumming," he whispered as he shivered.

Hejiro sucked hard and fast on Billy's cock, making it shoot off as Billy screamed out loud in orgasmic bliss. Hejiro sucked and swallowed all of the Billy cream he could get out of the teen's cock. Billy sighed once he stopped cumming. Hejiro backed up and let Billy catch his breath as he untied the teen's feet from the bottom of the futon frame. As Billy rested, Hejiro reached into the nightstand for some KY and gently pulled Billy over his lap. He worked the KY into Billy's anal opening, taking the time to lubricate and stretch open the teen's hole. When he felt Billy was ready, he laid Billy down on the bed on his front and slipped two folded pillows under his hips, raising his ass into the air once more. He retied Billy's feet back to the futon frame and then got over him.

"Are you ready for me? Are you ready for a good shagging?" Hejiro whispered into the boy's ear.

"Yes sir!" Billy replied eagerly.

Hejiro took hold of his cock and gently pushed it into Billy's anal opening. The man's cock slowly opened it up and popped right in. Billy groaned loudly from the pleasure of being opened up by a man cock.

"Fuck me please," he groaned softly.

Hejiro slowly pushed his seven inches deep into Billy's ass as the teen groaned in pleasure. Hejiro shivered from the pleasure of his cock being squeezed tightly by a young boy's ass once more. He had to fight to keep from cumming. It had been so long since he had a boy in his bed. He bottomed out and relaxed, letting Billy get used to having him inside. Hejiro slowly pulled out and then pushed back in once more. He slow fucked Billy for a bit until the lust and desire was too great. He began fucking Billy roughly and Billy reacted by crying out in pleasure.

"YES! YES! YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!" Billy screamed out, each note louder, longer, and higher than the last.

Hejiro grabbed Billy's hips to steady him and really began drilling his tight teen ass. He felt the feeling rise from down deep inside of him and he knew he was about to orgasm.

"I'm going," he said softly as his head tilted backwards.

He felt his sperm race through his cock and explode out deep into the young country singer's ass. He kept riding Billy's ass until he was done ejaculating inside Billy. Hejiro sighed as he felt the feelings slowly slip away. He felt completely satisfied as his cock slipped out of Billy. He untied Billy and released him from the rope bondage. Both of them curled up on the bed and went back to sleep, Billy spooned into Hejiro. The old man was happy once more.

***

Billy stumbled down the stairs a little after eleven. Timmy immediately steered Billy to the dining room table and seated him between Harley and Rupert, and then just as quickly placed a cup of coffee in front of Billy. Billy inhaled it fast and then the second one as well. Timmy placed a plate of Southern fried eggs in front of him and Billy took his time on them. Once he had finished his late breakfast and felt quite a bit alert, he looked up at everyone around the table.

"So what's up?" he asked.

Daniel shook his head and grinned. "Obviously you were."

Billy laughed at the joke. "Thanks, but maybe you should ask Hejiro-san that one."

All the guys around the table laughed and then Harley quickly filled Billy in on what he had missed. The conversation got steered back to the script. I left them alone and went in search of Hejiro. I found him in the garden area doing his meditations. I turned around and left him alone. I noticed Shiro in his own spot doing the same. I recalled the conversation we once had about that. Shiro told me it was a way to maintain discipline and to keep his internal power strong. I didn't really understand it, but if he knew what it was all about, then more power to him. I turned to see Timmy sitting at one of the tables around the pool with his masters, Byron and Bryan. I walked over and sat down. They were discussing the three day testing period for Daniel, Tom, and Rupert.

"Are you going to be able to handle that?" I asked Timmy.

"Yes sir," he said. "I've been through a three day scene once before."

I nodded. "Just don't hesitate to use your safe words if you have to. No shame in that."

Timmy smiled. "I knew that you were a caring person when I first met you a month ago. You've proved that with the way you've interacted with all of us kids. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Timmy. If ever you need help, don't hesitate to call us, okay?" I said, reaching out and hugging the boy.

"Yes sir!" he said and then kissed me on the cheek.

I turned to the twins, "Goes for you guys as well."

They shook my hand. "Thank you Mr. Logan. Master Benjy said you were an aces up guy and could be trusted."

I grinned. "I do try."

"You don't have to try, you are. End of story," Byron said.

That made me feel real good deep down inside. It's times like this that I know I'm actually doing some good with Samurai Inc. Not just in protecting the young celebrities, but also in giving them a place where for a short time they can be themselves.

I got up and left the three of them to plot the three day testing period and drifted into the weight room and started working out. Danny walked in and both of us nodded at each other and got down to some real blister breaking, flood of sweat, heavy duty iron pumping. There's nothing like a really heavy workout to shake the cobwebs out of your muscles and see how much they can handle. I looked up to see Shiro and Sammo working their way through the stations in their own workout. They have really grown up to be very fine mature young men and I am proud of them. I hoped to someday leave Samurai Inc. to Shiro when I got too old to do it anymore. That wasn't for a long time yet. Sacha and Neil walked in and started their own workout. Both of them have been developing very well into fine teenagers and they have pretty much overcome their own tragic situations. They were as close together as they could ever get. Sure I got to play with them every now and then, but for the most part they kept to themselves. That was fine with me.

Byron informed me later that afternoon that the three days would be split up over the week. Daniel would have Timmy first on Monday, then Rupert on Wednesday, and then Tom on Friday.

"That way Timmy gets a chance to recuperate. They will have Timmy for a twelve-hour period, from six in the morning to six in the evening. The idea is to see how well they can master him, put him through a scene in the playroom, and how they can handle him when he starts to act up," Bryan said.

I nodded. "Good thinking. I take it they have finalized a script?"

"Yes, we finally have. I like it very much," Guy said from behind me. "These guys did a hell of a job. Aaron and Harley are going to be working in the studio a bit more in the next week so that gives the other guys time to do their thing."

"Good. Let's use the weekend to relax a bit before getting into it Monday morning," I suggested.

And we did just that.

Monday morning I stood in the living room with a nervous Daniel, Timmy, Byron, and Bryan.

"Okay Daniel, Timmy is yours to master for the next twelve hours," Bryan said, handing Daniel the leash that was hooked to Timmy's collar. "Good luck."

Daniel exhaled and took Timmy's leash from Bryan. Timmy instantly slouched.

"Timmy, come to attention," Daniel said.

Timmy did as he was ordered.

"Have you had breakfast yet?" Daniel asked.

"No Master Daniel," he replied.

Daniel looked at his watch and then removed the leash from Timmy's collar. "Go make breakfast for everyone and let them know when it's ready."

"Yes Master Daniel," Timmy said and went into the kitchen with Daniel behind him to supervise.

Byron had asked me, Hejiro, and Danny to help evaluate the teens as they mastered Timmy. So far Daniel seemed to be doing okay. After breakfast, he put Timmy back on his leash and took him outside and put him through his on leash training. Timmy did very well following Daniel's instructions. Daniel then gave him a bit of free time in the pool with the other guys. About an hour and a half later they all got out of the pool except for Timmy. He continued to splash around for a bit and then Daniel called him out. Timmy deliberately turned his back on Daniel and ignored him. Daniel called to him twice more, and all of us knew Timmy had heard him but chose to ignore him. Daniel then jumped into the shallow end and took Timmy's left wrist and pulled him out of the pool and to a chair. Daniel sat down and looked at Timmy.

"Timmy, I gave you a command to come out of the pool and you didn't. Why?" Daniel asked him.

Timmy stuck out his bottom lip. "Because I didn't feel like it."

Daniel nodded. "Do you remember your Slave Oath that you took? The one you swore to always follow your Master's commands, no matter what?"

Timmy fidgeted. "Yes."

"Well, you broke it just now. I am going to have to punish you for it. So I am going to give you a spanking to help you remember it and then I will put your collar back on you and put you on the long chain in the grass so you can think about it," Daniel said. "Assume the position over my lap please."

Timmy stood there for another minute and Daniel sighed. He took Timmy by the scruff of his neck and gently guided him to lie across his lap and then spanked his butt ten times. Timmy was crying when Daniel escorted him to the grassy area and put his collar back on him and then hooked the long chain to his collar and then walked away. Daniel had passed the discipline part with no problems.

Timmy was released from his chain an hour later and he apologized to Daniel. Daniel accepted his apology and then sent him to make lunch for everyone. I knew that the discipline part would be different for the two others. Guy told me he'd keep them busy when Daniel took Timmy into the playroom after lunch for a scene and to run him through the equipment. After lunch was over, Daniel escorted Timmy down to the playroom while Tom and Rupert went to the conference room with Aaron, Harley, and Guy. Down in the playroom Daniel hooked a chain to Timmy's collar that was attached to the wall while he looked around at the room. Daniel then decided what he was going to do. He set Timmy up in some bondage positions in half of the stations in the playroom, and then guided him to the rack. Daniel had Timmy bend over and he slipped a vibrating egg into Timmy's pussy and seated it firmly against the boy's prostate. Then he had the boy lie flat on the table and he placed Timmy's feet into a pair of cuffs in the bottom corners. He put a pair of leather cuffs on Timmy's wrists and slowly pulled on the wheel until Timmy was stretched out tight. Daniel put the nipple vibrators on him and then the two cock vibrators, the one around his cock that pleasured the top of his balls and the cock sleeve. Daniel sat down and proceeded to play Timmy using the vibrators while the boy writhed and cried out in pleasure. After Timmy had his orgasm, Daniel released him carefully from the table and gave him a chance to relax and recover. He had Timmy open his shorts and then cuffed his ankles together and his wrists together, made him kneel in front of Daniel and suck his cock for a bit. Daniel sighed as Timmy's mouth worked his cock. He gently pushed Timmy away from him and led him to a barrel in the corner and strapped him face down with his ass up in the air. Daniel slipped his cock inside of Timmy and rode his ass to orgasm. I couldn't help myself. I jacked off while watching Daniel ride the slave boy's ass. After Daniel had his orgasm, he put Timmy through the other stations and a few more bondage positions. He ended the day by taking Timmy into the open air shower and washing him clean after Timmy washed him clean. Daniel passed.

Wednesday morning it was Rupert's turn. He took charge of Timmy and had him make breakfast for everyone as well. There were hardly any marks on his body from the whippings that Daniel had given him on Monday. I decided to get a few of those whips from Benjy when we went back to Peckertown. I'm really not an S&M enthusiast, but lately it seems that Sacha was developing an interest in it. He was starting to develop a submissive side to him and Neil loved that. I had caught them in the playroom a few times, Sacha being on the receiving end of a leather belt that Neil was using on him. Sacha said he liked it and it wasn't really hurting him.

"How can you hurt someone with a self healing talent?" he had asked me.

Hum, good point. I decided to have the twins educate them as well. I looked up as Rupert started to lead Timmy out of the kitchen. He led Timmy out to the pool area and demonstrated how well he could handle Timmy on the leash. This time Timmy acted up when Rupert finished demonstrating leash techniques.

"Timmy heel!" Rupert commanded while tugging on the leash gently.

Timmy backed up and fought for control of the leash. Rupert let him back up against the wall next to the glass sliding door and then reached for his collar and gently shook him.

"That's enough, Timmy. Just calm down now," Rupert soothed him.

Timmy kept resisting and then Rupert took hold of the collar once more.

"Timmy, stop!" Rupert yelled, and that seemed to have the desired effect.

Timmy stopped fighting and Rupert lead him to a chair and pulled him up in front of him as he sat down.

"Timmy, why were you resisting me? You were doing just fine," Rupert asked.

Timmy refused to answer.

"I asked you a question, Timmy. Please answer me," Rupert said.

Still nothing from Timmy. Rupert sighed.

"I'm sorry Timmy, but your behavior is unacceptable. I am going to spank you to teach you to follow any and all orders from your Master. Bend over my knee," Rupert ordered Timmy.

Timmy didn't move so Rupert pulled Timmy across his lap and held him by the back of the neck as he administered the spanking, ten hard swats to his bare ass. Then he put Timmy into the corner and had him kneel there for twenty minutes with his back straight and hands behind his head. I though it was more effective than being on the long chain in the grass.

After lunch, Rupert led Timmy into the playroom and decided to put Timmy through all the stations and the whippings before doing a scene on him. He did a good job in the bondage areas and in the restraining stations including the rack, but was a bit soft on the whippings. He allowed Timmy to rest for a few moments and then decided on a suspension scene. He secured Timmy's ankles into a pair of ankle cuffs and secured them to a six-foot spreader bar. Then he had Timmy bend over and he planted the vibrating egg deep in his ass, seating it right up against the prostate. He secured Timmy's wrists into wrist cuffs on another six foot spreader bar and hoisted him in the area, stretching him nicely. Timmy groaned as Rupert set up the other pleasure devices on Timmy's body and then went to work, using the vibrators to play Timmy. Timmy screamed in orgasmic delight and shook the chains that held him in place as Rupert caused pleasure to run through the boy's body. Timmy cried out a moment later and shot his load on the floor. Rupert jumped to his feet, stripped his shorts off, gently pulled the egg out of Timmy's ass and pushed his cock deep into the boy while standing on a box to reach Timmy's ass. Rupert fucked Timmy silly while working the other pleasure devices. Both of them managed to cum at the same time. Rupert passed.

Friday was Tom's turn. He smiled as Timmy was turned over to him. He patted Timmy on the shoulder and then told him to do breakfast. As Tom put Timmy though a leash handling demonstration, he was relaxed and cool. He gave off the cool relaxed powerful Draco Malfoy attitude and Timmy didn't act up until much later when it came time to go to the playroom.

"Don't wanna!" Timmy loudly declared as he folded his arms in front of him.

Tom stopped suddenly and turned around to look at Timmy. Timmy shivered and so did I when I saw the look on Tom's face. He was pulling a Malfoy.

"Timmy, I am your Master and you have to do what I tell you," he said in a smooth quiet kind of voice.

Tom could intimidate people without really trying.

"You agreed to that the day you were collared. You took the Slave's Oath to follow and obey your Master, did you not?" Tom said.

I looked closely at Tom. He was dressed in black jeans, black boots, and a loose shirt very similar to the ones Pirates used to wear back in the 17th century. He stood with his hands behind his back, holding Timmy's leash looking down at him. His voice and the look on his face would be enough to put me back in my place. Timmy immediately got on his knees and looked up at Tom with tears in his eyes. He was truly scared.

"Forgive me Master, for my insubordination. I surrender to you," Timmy said.

Tom stood there for a moment and then told him to heel once more. Timmy got off his knees and fell in behind Tom. Tom then led him to the playroom and hooked him to the chain set in the wall.

"I will forgive you, Timmy. It is important for a slave to follow his Master's instructions to the letter without hesitation or question," Tom said kindly.

I gave him points for that. Tom then looked around and decided what he was going to do. He started off by doing all the fixed stations first, demonstrating each table or chair effectively. At the last chair that resembled a dentist's chair, he made sure Timmy was well secured before going to the cabinet. He selected a vibrating glove. It was so named because on each fingertip was a small vibrator. He slipped it on his right hand and grinned down at Timmy.

"This is going to be fun for both of us," he whispered into Timmy's ear.

The boy's cock came up fucking fast at that. Tom smiled and began playing Timmy's pleasure spots with the vibrating glove, running the tiny vibrators over the boy's body as he increased or decreased the speeds with the remote in his hand. To say Timmy went nuts would be an understatement. He shrieked with pleasure as Tom played the glove all over his body, ending with the boy's hard cock. Timmy screamed out as he shot his load onto himself. Timmy lay there panting as Tom slowly pulled the glove off his hand. He stepped up between Timmy's spread open legs and moved the chair until Timmy's ass was in the right spot for a fucking.

"Now for a little more pleasure," he cooed.

Timmy got hard instantly. Tom smiled as he saw the little cock get hard once more. He deliberately ran a fingernail up the bottom of the little cock shaft, making Timmy squeal with delight. Tom then unzipped his jeans and let them fall to the floor.

"Stick it in, stick it in, stick it in, I want it!" Timmy cried when he saw Tom's cock in the older boy's hand.

Tom stepped up closer and slowly worked his cock up into Timmy after he stretched and lubricated the boy pussy. We watched Tom fuck the little boy as we started wanking our cocks. Byron batted my hand off my cock and presented his ass to me. I didn't hesitate to plunge right in. Danny stuffed Bryan full of his cock and both of us rode the twins while Tom fucked Timmy to a really hot orgasm. I felt my own cock unload deep inside Byron as he sighed. He slipped off my cock and kissed me hard as Danny kept riding Bryan, not quite ready to cum just yet. Bryan cried out as he suddenly shot his load on the floor. Feeling the boy orgasm was Danny's breaking point. He shot deep into the teen's bowels as he moaned in ecstasy. All of us relaxed after having gotten off. Tom released Timmy from the chair and led him to the shower in the far corner in the playroom and washed him clean. Tom had passed.

***

We met in the living room the next morning after breakfast. Byron and Bryan handed out the evaluation sheets to Tom, Daniel, and Rupert.

"All three of you guys did really well. Congratulations, you are now full fledged Masters. When you leave Peckertown at the end of the movie shoot, I'll make sure Benjy gives you guys letters of introduction to a couple of the English Masters. We will give you your Master's Certificates then as well," Byron said as Timmy smiled.

Timmy stepped forward and gave each one a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for making me feel great down there."

Tom hugged Timmy. "Thanks kid. You were fun to be with."

"So now what?" Daniel asked as Guy walked into the living room.

He grinned. "All the problems have been ironed out and we are officially ready to roll. Next stop, Peckertown."

"Get yourselves packed up and be ready to roll. We go wheels up at nine tomorrow morning. I'll have everything arranged by then," I said.

Oh yes, we were off and running again.

Next episode: Back to Peckertown for the movie. Daniel, Rupert, and Tom get Hugh back after a very private graduation ceremony for them. Stay tuned for thrills, chills, and excitement!

Author's Notes: This story is fiction. All characters are not real, but guest stars are modelled after real actors, who are to my knowledge not gay, and the appearances of their look-alikes in this story don't imply they are. All situations depicted never happened.
The text in purple italics indicate thought speak. All characters named are the respective properties of the author and one Sid Gittler, creator of the AKV series. Thanks for creating the series and for being a good friend!

We flew into Denver airport on a Tuesday morning in the Lear, instead of Monday morning. I decided a one-day delay flying into Peckertown wouldn't hurt anything at all.

"Good thing you decided to wait a day," Mike 'Hound Dog' Perkins said.

"Oh? What happened?" I asked.

"I was asked to do a run to northern Colorado. Got in late last night," Mike said.

I nodded and turned to see Caleb lead Timmy up into the Samurai 747. Mike took a second look and raised his eyebrows. I smiled and nodded.

"I hope we get some down time there," he said.

"We do," I said.

He laughed all the way up the steps. I knew he'd like Peckertown.

I sat behind the desk in the main cabin and picked up the phone and dialed Marc Fogel's number and waited for the phone to ring. Marc Fogel was the one individual who really had his thumb on Peckertown's pulse and knew what was going down at any particular moment. He had proved himself a number of times to the Jorgenson's, a family who smelled opportunity and seized it and made Peckertown what it is, a boy lover's paradise for those who loved boys. So many gay boys from all over the United States and some from outside the US have gone there and found unconditional acceptance. I wondered what Peckertown would be like without these people and the thought scared me. I had discovered a soft caring side to them, something they displayed quite often. Everyone knew the Jorgenson's were good people. I've seen them help so many boys it warms my heart to know that there are still good people out there.

"Fogel," the voice in my ear jerked me back to reality.

"American Jock Straps, you got it, we bag it," I cracked.

I had to hold the phone away from my ear as Fogel lost it. Once he calmed down I hit the speaker box on the desk.

"How's it hanging?" Marc asked.

I smiled. "Low and wide."

He guffawed. "You'd make a great comedian."

"Thanks. Just called to say we are now leaving Denver," I said as the plane rolled onto the runway.

"Good. Everything go okay?" Marc asked as the plane zipped down the runway and lifted off, Danny's rebel yell coming from the cockpit.

"Yup, no problems at all. Guy Truant is on board with us. The family ready to go?" I asked.

"Duane's crew will meet you at the Little Rock airport. The living arrangements have been made and seen too. Duane will brief you on them when you arrive," Marc said. "As for the film crews, we've got the same ones we used for the first movie we did down here. Sets are done, Powersound is waiting to meet with the singers and get stuff done. I've tried to think of everything. If I missed something, I'm sure you can cover it."

"I'm sure you did great. If we do cover anything, we'll send you the bill," I said.

"How do you want it paid? Blonds, brunettes, or redheads?" Mark cracked.

"That would be nice, but I prefer a stack of Grants, thank you very much," I shot back as I sipped a cup of coffee and watched Billy start to relax.

"That can be arranged too," Marc said. "Gotta go, we'll see you in a few hours."

"Later," I said and hung up.

I surveyed the cabin area. Timmy was serving up sodas and sandwiches to the guys sitting around the seating area. I saw Sammo reach into his small carryon bag and pull out a deck of cards. He smiled as he headed to the conference table and the others followed him.

Hejiro had opted to stay behind and I respected his wishes. I really would have liked to have him and his skills to help us, but I wasn't going to push him into going with us. Shiro was downstairs in the ops center, going over last minute details with the Yamane brothers in regards to the security on the sets, the house, and for one or two outings while we were there for the month. I was starting to doze off when the phone on my desk rang. I reached for it.

"Dad, I've got Caleb on line two," Shiro's voice came through.

"Okay, I've got it. Thanks son," I said.

I detected a note of pride and joy in Shiro's voice when he answered. "You're welcome, Dad. Transferring the call now."

The line clicked and the second red light on the phone blinked. I pushed the button and was rewarded with a scream in the background.

"Now that's an interesting way to greet your callers," I said.

Caleb laughed, his voice coming through the handset. It was the voice of a teen just now becoming a man. I knew from the number of times I've met Caleb he was a really nice guy, even though his appearance can sometimes scare people, especially when he is in his leathers and has a whip on his belt.

"Well, I hear through the grapevine that you are flying down here. Your arms must be getting tired," he cracked.

I sighed as he roared in laughter once more. As tired as that joke is, it can still get me every time. One of these days, I'll get him.

"Yes we are. Got our new masters with us as well," I said, waving to Byron.

"What's up?" he called to me.

"Pick up the phone next to you and punch up line two. The head ass cracker is on line from the PTA," I told him.

Byron roared in laughter as he picked up the phone. I could hear Caleb muttering something as I brought the handset back up to my ear.

"Hey boss," Byron said, suddenly all business.

"Tell me how things went," Caleb said softly in his no nonsense voice.

Byron sat down as I spoke. "I'll let the two of you talk. When Byron is done delivering his report, I'll talk to you once more."

I hung up and turned my attention to the papers on my desk. The Yamane brothers assured me they had every thing covered. I believed them, but I still liked to review things and make sure every contingency is covered. I hate having fucking Mr. Murphy popping in unannounced. He is an asshole when he wants to be. That's the truth.

***

We landed in Little Rock right on schedule. I was very impressed with Perkins skills as a pilot and told him so. He just grinned.

"Thanks. You're one of the very few who ever said that to me. I do have a suggestion though. Wouldn't it be more practical to have a Huey berthed here in the hangar for the run between here and Peckertown? I know you have a small hangar for the Lear at the small airport in Peckertown," Mike said.

I came to a screeching halt on that. Why in hell didn't I think of that? God, I must be blond at times. Doing that would save us time and money.

"Shiro please put in a call to Uncle Brick and see what you can do. Mike, you just got your first bonus," I said, slapping his shoulder.

Dad, three vehicles coming in at two 'o clock, Neil's voice said in my head.

I turned to look, and saw a white large truck coming towards us from a distance. I shifted straight into battle mode.

"Incoming," I said, and everyone moved automatically, putting the celebrities inside a protective circle. As the vehicles got closer I identified them as Suburbans. I liked the Suburbans. Big, bulky, easy to drive, and strong as shit. My friend on the Secret Service detail for our great President likes them. I had the chance to peek inside the one the President actually rides in and it is absolute luxury to the max, not to mention all the nifty protection devices built in. I decided to get a couple of the Suburbans modified by the same company that does the Presidential ones. Be worth the money and I would feel better about driving our celebrities around.

The Suburbans stopped and I raised my H&K nine up to combat ready. The passenger door to the lead truck opened and Duane stepped out. The 15-year-old black kid grinned at me as he walked up to me.

"Hey bro, we gotcha. We cool," he said.

From what Zeus told me, Duane had wandered into town six months ago and drifted into Cody's place. While in there, a ten-man brawl broke out. When Whitey and his men showed up, all ten men were lying in the parking lot unconscious and Duane sitting on a stool sipping a cold draft. According to the witnesses Duane waded into the middle of the brawl and started laying them out on the floor with huge haymakers from his ham sized fists. This kid may be small in height, but he was a huge sized kid and he knew how to fight. Zeus asked Brick to run him through a boot camp at a nearby military base and the kid simply left them all in the dirt, even taking down some of the best hand to hand instructors Brick could find. Cody immediately hired him to be his head bouncer. The Yamane brothers offered him a part time job with the Samurai Inc. Peckertown branch. He accepted on the spot and has been there ever since.

"Nice to see you," I said, giving him a high five. "Who do you have with you?"

Duane turned on his heel and waved to the trucks. They opened up and out came the rest of the pickup crew. I recognized three of them and nodded. They nodded back. Duane turned to Bryan.

"Got a cage in the back of the last truck to transport Timmy," he informed him.

I glanced over at Timmy and he perked right up at that. I swore his shorts bulged out a bit. Boy was I glad we were here in Arkansas and not Colorado! Anyone hearing that would have called the cops on us right then! As Bryan led Timmy over to the last truck, I helped carry luggage to the Suburbans and watched them get locked into the luggage carriers. Duane made the ride assignments and we into the trucks. Mike would join us later once he got the jet secured. The plan was to do the movie here, and then fly the England group home from Little Rock. I gave Mike the thumbs up as we rolled off. I gave Mike's idea much thought as we got onto the highway for the hour or so ride into Peckertown. It certainly had weight to it. In addition to keeping one or two cars at the farm we owned, we could keep on using the Suburban escort crew as well. They wouldn't have so far to drive and could be called out in moments. The cell rang a moment later and I raised it to my face after looking at the screen.

"Blue Balls Milkers," I replied.

Every one in the truck roared with laughter.

"Farmer Brown's Pecker Farm," Marc Fogel shot back at me.

There was even more laughter at that one. I had to smile.

"You're getting the hang of this," I said.

Marc laughed. "Zeus has been teaching me."

I sighed. "One of these days I'll get him good."

"You're on the road?" Marc asked, suddenly getting official.

"Yes. I figure forty-five minutes, max. Everything a go?" I asked.

"Yes. Let's meet tomorrow morning about ten and go over every thing where you're staying. Lots to tell you and your friends about," Marc said.

"Any problems?" I asked.

"Not a one and our bird friend is married to a huge black guy named Tubby. I hear they met a week ago and hit it off right away," Marc chuckled.

I raised my eyebrows. "Really? I'll have to send a wedding gift then. Think the Arkansas Ironbar Hotel would allow a gift pack of dildos to be delivered to the happy couple?" I asked.

Marc laughed. "I can find out."

"Please do," I said. "I'll call you when we've settled in."

"Do you one better? Daniel and I have arranged for dinner to be catered tonight. Company called Barbeque Pleasures. Now I've had great barbeque in New York, Texas, and other places, but these boys have them all beat by a country mile. It's eleven now. I could have them set up by three and ready to serve by five," Marc said.

"Go for it," I said. "I take it they've been checked out?"

"Top to bottom and everywhere in between," Marc said.

I had to laugh. "Knowing you I don't doubt that. See you then."

I closed the cell and tucked it into my shirt pocket. Duane grinned.

"You in for a treat with those guys, boss. They know barbeque," he said.

I was looking forward to it.

As we came over the rise, I could see Peckertown spread out before us. Duane grinned and flicked a switch on the dash in front of him. The next thing I heard was the guys talking in the other two trucks. I smiled.

"Very nice," I complemented.

"You'll have to thank Gizmo for that," Duane smiled.

I blinked. "Gizmo?"

"Little shrimpy white kid, about nine, got dropped in Peckertown a few months ago. I saved him from some very grabby truckers. Took him home to my place and got him cleaned up. Went to the bathroom to give him a towel and got a look at him and was shocked. He is very short and small for his age, and I could see every bone in his back and torso. Somebody starved him good. I fed him some soup to start, and he sat down at the kitchen table where I was trying to repair a radio. He fiddled with it for a moment and I'll be damned if he didn't get it to work a few moments later. Seems he has a talent for anything electronic. The Yamane brothers got him now. He lives with them and he's a very happy kid now," Duane said.

"That's cool," Daniel's voice came through the speakers.

"Yup, I think so," Duane replied.

We rolled into Peckertown and then the speakers came alive with Daniel, Tom, and Rupert's comments.

"This place looks cool," Tom said.

"Dude! Check out the right corner over there!" Rupert exclaimed.

"Wild! He's getting head!"

"Bloody crazy!" Rupert gasped.

"Too right!" Daniel exclaimed.

I smiled as Duane grinned. The last time we were here we didn't stop long enough to give them a tour of the place. We stayed overnight in the farm and dropped Hugh off at the PTA (Peckertown Training Academy) and then flew out the next morning. This time we were staying for the month it took to shoot this movie. I hoped every thing would go well this time out. I was confident that we'd have an easy time.

We got through the town and headed up the road to the Farm. Wang nodded to us as we rolled in the gates and he closed them behind us and went back into the gatehouse. I counted at least a dozen shooters standing on the front porch when we rolled up. Aaron and Harley's personal security crew was there as well. We got out and spent the next hour settling in. Aaron and Harley headed home with their security crew, promising to be back by four.

"Swimsuits optional!" I called to them as the Suburban took them up the side road to their house.

Rather than having them go out the main gate, I had a series of roads built by the city's construction crew, connecting PTA, their farm, and mine together. Made for better security and the security teams could move around better. I turned and walked into the house behind Duane. There was work to be done.

By two 'o clock, everyone was settled in and the security crews were in place. Timmy, Byron, and Bryan had gone back to the PTA to check in. Caleb had called me and informed me the graduation and presentation would take place at three. We were now sitting around relaxing for a bit until we left for the PTA. Daniel, Rupert, and Tom were anxious to get Hugh back and see if there was a difference. I was curious myself. I sipped my customary sake and flipped around the channels to find something to watch and then came across wrestling. Not high school wrestling, but the kind that Hulk Hogan, Rowdy Roddy Piper, and Goldberg do. We watched in amazement as two very well built boys took on each other. The match went back and forth for a few minutes and then the one called Jacker slammed his opponent to the floor and then splashed him for the pin. Duane snorted.

"Pussy," he snapped. "I could pin him quicker than that."

The other security guys chuckled. Just then the screen door slammed and in came this small boy. He had very pale skin, soft baby blue eyes, long black hair, and a shy smile. He jumped into Duane's lap.

"You're back!" he cried, hugging Duane.

Duane blushed as the guys twittered. I grinned.

"So this is Gizmo," I remarked.

Gizmo turned to face me. "Who are you?" he demanded.

"My name is David Logan, head of Samurai Inc.," I said. "Duane's told me about you and I am glad to meet you."

He certainly had a nice smile. "Yeah, I heard about you. They say you're cool."

I grinned. "I try to be. Going to stay for the party?"

Gizmo certainly perked up. "Sure am!"

"Good. Got your swimsuit?" I asked.

Gizmo looked at me like I had lost my mind. "Around here? Who the hell needs one?"

That set everyone off as I groaned. Little kid got me good on that one. I held out my hand and he slapped it.

"Got me there, Gizmo. Welcome to the company," I said.

He grinned at me. "Thanks!"

The clock struck the hour and I looked up at it. It was time to go and get Hugh.

"Okay, let's go get him," I said.

Daniel, Rupert, Tom, and Duane followed me out to the Jeeps parked at the front of the porch. Duane took the wheel of one with Danny taking shotgun seat, Tom and Rupert in back. Shiro took the wheel of the second one with Sammo riding shotgun, Daniel in the back. I took the wheel of a third with Neil riding shotgun. We followed Duane down the private road to the PTA. A kid stepped out of the small guard shack separating the properties and Duane nodded at him. He waved to us as we rolled past. Caleb greeted us as we walked into the main building. The place certainly looked very sharp.

"Very nice place," I said.

Caleb grinned. "Most of the work was done by the slaves we've trained here so far. Some of them had talents in certain areas that were really appreciated."

Daniel turned to Caleb. "Master Caleb, how is Hugh? Is he okay?"

"You will see for yourself shortly. Follow me; Master Paulo is waiting for you."

The stars groaned not being used to waiting except on the set or studio. It was a short walk to the main building and Caleb led us in. Paulo and Anand stood by each other while Byron and Bryan stood on either side of Hugh.

"Hugh," Rupert said but stopped at Paulo's raised hand.

Instinctively we stood in a line.

"Master Daniel, Master Rupert, and Master Tom, I am proud to inform you that you have passed your classes and tests better than expected. I will present you with your Certificates as well as introductory letters to a few Masters in England," he said.

The three teens beamed proudly.

"As for Slave Hugh, I now present him to you as a fully trained slave in your service. He has passed everything with an Outstanding in each area, having surpassed my expectations," Paulo announced as the twins brought Hugh up to us.

Hugh looked extremely sharp in his brand new slave leathers. He stood straight and tall with a smile on his face. Just to look at him I could tell he had changed quite a bit.

"Masters Daniel, Tom, and Rupert, may I show you my brand?" Hugh said.

The three teens blinked and turned to Caleb.

"I'm sorry, I should have explained. Each slave that graduates from here gets marked with a small upside down teardrop on the inside of his thigh. I attempted to talk Hugh out of it because of his celebrity status but he insisted he get it just like all the other slaves. He handled it very well. He is a very remarkable slave and I wish we had more like him here. Master Benjy wishes to talk to you three about something. What would be a good time for him to call on you?" Caleb asked.

"I'll call him and invite him to the barbeque. You, Paulo, Bryan, Byron, and Timmy are invited," I said, "Starts at five."

Paulo smiled and bowed. "Much as I would like to accept your gracious invitation, I must pass. Someone has to stay here and keep watch on the slaves currently in residence. I'm sorry to decline."

Caleb turned to me. "On the behalf of Byron, Bryan, and Timmy, I accept. We shall be there at five."

"Bring your swimsuits," I grinned.

Caleb blinked at me. "Surely you jest, good sir. This is Peckertown. We don't need any stinking swimsuits."

All of the teens roared in laughter at my expression as I groaned. That was twice I got zapped with that one. One of these days I'll learn. I sighed.

"Hugh, may I see your mark?" I asked.

Hugh lifted his left leg and proudly displayed it. It was a small one like Caleb had said it was. The other guys crowded around and looked at it.

"He certainly earned it," Paulo said. "Here is a two DVD disc set of his training sessions. That should give you an idea of our training methods here."

Daniel turned to Caleb and bowed. "Master Caleb, we thank you for your time and efforts in training Slave Hugh."

Tom took Hugh's leash in hand. "Good luck to you and the other Masters of the PTA."

With that, we took our leave.

***

Five 'o clock rolled around and the other guests arrived. Benjy and Roger were first to arrive. They shook hands with Daniel, Tom, and Rupert while Hugh stood by at attention. Benjy looked him over and approved.

"He looks sharp in his leathers," Benjy smiled.

"Peckertown's leather master has outdone himself. By the time they leave, Daniel, Rupert, and Tom will have a set of Master's leathers for themselves," I said.

"What do you think of that?" Benjy asked Hugh.

Hugh turned to look at Tom. Tom nodded.

"Answer Master Benjy," he said.

Hugh turned back to Benjy. "I think they would look very handsome and cool in them, Master Benjy," Hugh replied, bowing to the boy.

Benjy grinned. "Very good answer, slave."

Benjy then turned to me. He pulled a tiny Speedo out of his vest pocket and waved it in front of my face. "I brought my Speedos."

I sighed as the house echoed with laughter. Zapped again. I'll never learn. Next to arrive was Caleb, Byron, Bryan, and Timmy. They came in and Timmy was introduced to Hugh. Both of the slave boys got along famously. Then it was Marc Fogel and Daniel Jorgenson turn to arrive.

"Nice to see you guys again," I said.

"Glad you guys are with us," Marc said. "I take it everything is cool?"

"It is so far. I hope it stays that way," I said.

"You guys can call me by my nickname Lion since there's another Daniel here," Daniel Jorgenson said.

"You sure about that?" I asked.

"Yes," Lion said. "I'm positive."

"We got Hugh back this afternoon. He looks great!" I said.

Marc and Lion nodded. "Caleb and Paulo did a great job with him."

"It shows," I said.

The doorbell rang once more as Marc and Lion headed off to the buffet tables. The house filled up with invited guests and the party got started. Hugh and Timmy were told they didn't have to help serve out the food and drinks, but to be ready to pleasure anyone who asks for it. The evening passed pleasantly, the buffet table getting cleaned off, the swimming pool in use, the games room echoing with the sounds of the pinball machines and the videogames, and eventually Hugh and Timmy were taken to the basement dungeon and played with. Roger took it upon himself to supervise the activity down there and to make sure Hugh and Timmy didn't get hurt. At one point I saw Benjy grinning as he came up from the basement. Lion saw the expression on his face.

"Uh oh, little bro's up to something," he said.

I grinned. "If it's nine inches and hard, I'll gladly jump on it."

Lion sighed. "You would."

I grinned and wiggled my eyebrows.

"Just don't let Benjy talk you into anything you don't want to do," Lion cautioned. "He gets a little overboard sometimes."

I nodded. "I'll be careful."

The party continued to about eleven. Caleb left Timmy with us, instructing him to follow our instructions. I watched him help the catering company carry everything back to their trucks. Once everyone was gone and the property was secure, I went up to the master bedroom with Timmy behind me. I would bed him tonight. Hugh was with his masters, Shiro and Sammo were in their own room, Danny sacked out in the hall, Guy Truant had a room, and Neil and Sacha shared another room. Duane crashed on the pull out couch downstairs, and Aaron and Harley were escorted to their house.

"Oh very nice," I sighed as Timmy sucked my cock into his throat.

This kid had a talent for cock sucking. He also could do things with his ass while getting fucked. I'd get there soon enough. I couldn't wait. Billy Golman had been watching Duane all evening, and at some point they spent nearly two hours talking to each other. He had been taken with the black teen the moment he saw him. He slipped down the stairs to where Duane was. Duane was relaxing, not quite ready to go to sleep just yet. He turned to see Billy standing there.

"Yo, whatcha doing? Can't sleep?" Duane asked.

Billy gulped nervously. "Well, I… uh… wanted to know if you wanted to stay with me tonight is all."

Duane suddenly understood. "Nice dude like you be wantin' with me?"

"I like you. A lot," Billy said.

Duane sat up. "Nobody ever said that to me before."

"Maybe it's because they didn't take the time to know you like I did tonight when we talked earlier," Billy said.

Duane felt something happening inside of him. He reached out to Billy and Billy moved in close and gently kissed him on the mouth. Duane felt feelings explode inside of him and suddenly he recognized what they were. He had fallen in love with the young country singer. He pulled Billy on top of them and they began to kiss each other, tasting each other's mouths, tongues meeting, and mouths sucking on each other's tongues. Billy backed up when the came up for air and he slowly undressed as Duane watched.

"You got a nice body," Duane breathed as Billy reached for him.

Billy undressed Duane, taking the time to explore the teen's hard muscular body. Both of them fell on the bed and began to make love to each other. Passion took over them and guided them into acts of pleasure. They kissed, licked, sucked, and caressed each other as they worked towards a relieving of the passion. Billy turned into a sixty-nine and took hold of Duane's ten inches and licked the head. Duane threw back his head and moaned out loud. He had never known sex could be this good. The only sex he'd ever known was when the men in the house he'd left behind in New York had used him for their own gratification. But now here was this white boy sucking on his black long hard sausage, giving him pleasure. Duane knew he would never be the same again. He bent his head down to Billy's six inches [15 cm] and gently sucked it in his mouth. Billy shivered and moaned. Duane could feel the vibrations against his cock and he shivered with anticipation of pleasure about to be enjoyed. Both of them sucked each other's cocks.

Billy had a goal, and that was to get Duane's entire big black snake up his white ass. He sucked Duane's cock again and again, bringing the black teen to the edge, but not letting him over it. When he sat back on his haunches, he could see the frustration in Duane's eyes. Billy smiled and pushed the teen back onto the bed and then reached for his shorts, revealing the tube of KY. He gently stroked Duane's cock, spreading a light film of the lubricant over the massive cock. Duane suddenly realized what Billy was going to do.

"No," he whispered, "I'll tear you up."

Billy didn't stop. He used two fingers to lube and stretch him self for the ass fucking he wanted. He straddled Duane's hips as the black teen continued to protest. Billy put a finger on the boy's mouth to silence him. Billy put the head of Duane's cock at his entry and slowly pushed down on it, forcing it up inside of him. Duane couldn't believe it when the head popped right into Billy with ease. Billy moaned and shivered. Billy continued to push down until he had the entire black snake inside of him.

"Feels so good," Billy sighed.

He relaxed for a moment and then began to ride Duane's cock. The black teen fought to hold off his ejaculation. He wanted to enjoy this white boy ass. Duane let Billy ride him for a bit and then pushed him off and onto his back. He got out of the bed and pulled Billy's ass to the edge and raised his legs.

"Now I'm gonna ride your white ass, boy!" Duane whispered.

"Oh please!" Billy whimpered. "Ride my white ass! Stuff that black snake up my white boy pussy!"

Duane did just that. He pushed himself right into Billy and began fucking him hard. Billy couldn't help it but start his sexual scales as Duane fucked him hard. I could hear him over Timmy's cries while I pounded the slave boy's ass.

"Billy's getting some," Rupert giggled as Hugh sucked his cock and Tom grinned, his cock buried deep inside Hugh's ass. Daniel laughed as he stroked himself. Danny was the only eyewitness to the union taking place on the bed. He stroked himself off as Duane unloaded his cum deep inside of Billy. It was the first time Duane ever fucked another boy and he was enjoying it to the max. He knew he would never forget this night, ever. Once he stopped cumming, they collapsed on the bed and went to sleep, Duane's cock still deep inside of Billy.

***

I came down the next morning to find Duane and Billy in the kitchen talking. Both were having coffee as I stumbled in.

"Morning boss," Duane said.

Billy handed me a cup of coffee and I sipped it. This was good stuff. It certainly opened my eyes. Both teens laughed at my expression.

"Somebody like his coffee," Duane commented.

"Danny up yet?" Billy asked, getting that silly grin on his face.

I heard a noise on the stairs. "Does that answer your question?"

Billy calmly filled a cup with coffee, set it on the counter, brought out his cock and began wanking. He closed his eyes and wanked some more. He reached for the cup of coffee and ejaculated right into the cup. The shocked look on Duane's face was enough to crack me up. Billy grinned as he set the cup on the counter and tucked himself away. Danny stumbled into the kitchen and Billy handed him the cup. Duane watched as Danny guzzled the coffee and smiled.

"Billy cream!" he grinned as he set down his coffee, "Adds a nice flavor to coffee in the morning."

Duane shook his head as the three of us laughed at his reaction. He reached for the cup and sipped it. He nodded as he sampled the taste. "You're right it does add something to the coffee. But I prefer Billy cream in its natural form."

Billy grinned as we laughed.

"It was kind of obvious when Billy started his sex scales last night," I grinned.

Duane looked at Billy with raised eyebrows. "Musical sex scales?"

Billy blushed. "Long story."

"Well Billy wasn't the only one sounding off last night," Daniel said as he, Rupert, Tom, and Hugh appeared in the kitchen followed by the other teens.

Timmy and Hugh both blushed and smiled.

Duane shook his head. "You homies just too much."

We laughed again as Timmy set cups of coffee on the counter. I noticed a serious look crossing Duane's face and motioned for the others to be quiet for a moment. Duane looked up at Billy and then took his hand and pulled him around the counter.

"Last night was the first time I ever experienced sex for what it is. I'm having a hard time trying to describe what I felt. I want to thank you for last night," he said. "You changed my life for good."

Billy smiled and gave him a peck on the lips. "Don't try to describe what you felt. You'll never find the right word for it. Just know that you experienced something wonderful. I was glad to have helped you discover it."

"Who's protecting you?" Duane asked.

That I hadn't thought of. "You are, Duane. I forgot to tell you last night. Thanks for reminding me," I said quickly, covering up my mistake. "I'll assign you and Billy to a room upstairs and pull in another guy to cover the ground floor."

"Little Eagle," Duane quickly said.

"Little Eagle?" I asked.

Duane nodded. "He's an Indian kid from the Cherokee Tribes. His handle is Little Eagle. Story is that when he was a baby a bald Eagle landed on a rock over him and dropped an Eagle feather on his chest. The tribe shaman took that to mean the Great Spirit had blessed him with great power. Then the tribe disowned him when he was caught sucking the Shaman's cock. He got away but the Shaman wasn't so lucky. He came here and settled down in his teepee on the banks of Peckerwood Lake. The sheriff brought him in and he was the one who nailed the Terror Twins a week after that. Fastest bow shooting I'd ever seen."

"He's on the payroll?" I asked.

Duane grinned. "Let's just say that the Yamane Brothers made him an offer he didn't turn down. He's a permanent part of the security team on all three properties. Prefers living in his teepee. The one he had wasn't going to last long, so Elijah Jorgenson sent emissaries to the Cherokee Nation. They knew of Little Eagle's situation and the Great Chief came to visit him. When they left he had a brand new teepee twice the size of the one he had, was declared a man and a warrior, and told he would always be welcome in the Cherokee Nation."

"Go get him," I told him.

Duane nodded. "Billy and I already ate. We'd like to go use the shower in Billy's room and then go bring him in."

"Permission granted," I said.

Shiro grinned. "I'd like to match my skills against his."

"Friendly match," I said.

"Of course," Shiro grinned.

I looked around. "Okay, we got quite a bit to do this morning. Let's get everybody fed and watered, and then get the large conference room set up. We got a big meeting going down around eleven, so let's get busy."

By the time eleven 'o clock struck the conference room was filled with everyone involved with the movie. Guy and I looked around as everyone found a place to sit or stand. I nodded to Tim, the kid who had been lucky to shoot the union between Aaron and Harley in the first ever movie shoot here. He smiled at me and I saw him squeeze the hand of a Chinese boy next to him. So he had found love. I smiled back, nodding at him.

"Okay, is everybody here that needs to be?" Guy called above the noise.

People got quiet and turned to Guy. He sipped some coffee and set it down.

"Okay, it goes like this. The actual filming will be done over a month. We've got a good budget to work with so we can afford to slow down and take our time with this. There are no real special effects to deal except for the stunt sequences, and Dustin from Powersound is doing the sound effects. Thanks Dustin," he said to the applause in the room as Dustin grinned.

"A big hand to Daniel, Rupert, Tom, Hugh, Harley, and Billy for writing a much better script," Guy continued.

They took a bow from the people in the room as they were cheered.

"Thanks to Billy and Aaron for coming up with songs for the movie," Guy nodded to them as the applause continued.

"Cheers to Powersound for creating a winning soundtrack," Guy smiled.

Yoshi stood up. "Not done yet, chief. Need to lock up Billy and Aaron in our studio for a recording session. We did get their suggestions and worked out something."

"That can be arranged," Guy grinned.

There was laughter around the room as Billy and Aaron grinned.

"Now on to business. The modified script will be in everyone's hands by the end of the day. The principals will do a one-week rehearsal, due to the fact that they wrote the damn thing themselves. Then it starts for real. My great concern is some of the locations in which we will be shooting. You all know that Samurai Inc. is responsible for the safety of the actors involved. Everybody that is to be working on this movie will be issued picture ID's with name, company name, and job title on it. I will ask everyone to aid in the security effort by looking out for anything unusual and reporting it immediately, no matter how insignificant it is. Now I would like to hear reports from the other departments," Guy said as he sat down.

I paid attention as well, making notes on a pad in front of me. The meeting took about an hour and when it was done everyone left and the work got started. The actors planned their rehearsals, asking Powersound when they would need Billy and Aaron. It was decided to have them report to the Powersound studio in the early evenings for the recording sessions after the daily rehearsals. That worked fine for me. I'd have Sacha, Duane, and Wang (turns out he was available after all, thank God) cover their three principals to the Powersound studios with two backups and a driver. Tom, Rupert, and Daniel would relax and play with Hugh in the evenings. That was the plan for the rehearsal week.

The real stress would start when the actual filming would. I decided to take Shiro and Neil out to scout out the five locations that we would be shooting at, including the high school. That took us most of the day to do and we went to a pizza place we were told was great. Meeting Peckertown's first man/boy married couple was an experience. Wayne was a very good-looking young man and Dan was just as nice. We sat down and talked for close to an hour and left with a much better understanding of their love. I suggested the place to Guy as one of the places to shoot at and we did end up using it, having one hell of a food fight in the process. That was fun.

When we got back to the house, Duane and Gizmo was there with a tall, very slim teen. He looked very Native American in his dress, manners, and facial features. Even though he was relaxed, I could tell he was ready to react at the first sign of danger.

"Logan, this is Little Eagle. Little Eagle, this is David Logan, the head of Samurai Inc.," Duane made the introductions.

The teen smiled. "It's nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you and the company. Thank you for inviting me to be a part of the company and for allowing me to live on the land. I formally invite you to come to my tent and smoke a peace pipe with me."

I nodded. "I would be honored. These are two of my sons, Shiro and Neil."

We shook hands all around and then sat down.

"Due to a change in assignments, I would like to have you here in the house to secure the ground level from the inside at night. Would you have any problem sleeping here on the pull out bed on the couch?" I asked.

"Be glad to do it. I like the Harry Potter actors and have wanted to meet them," Little Eagle said.

I turned to see Daniel, Rupert, and Tom coming up from the basement with Hugh behind Tom. I grinned as I turned back to Little Eagle.

"Well, here's your chance," I said.

I introduced each of them to Little Eagle and they shook his hand. Little Eagle saw Hugh in his slave leathers and didn't ask. Good. He obviously wasn't bothered with the sight. They drifted off into the playroom and started talking. As I turned to say something to Shiro, the front door opened and one of the Yamane Brothers walked in.

"Dude at gate, claims to be Hound Dog Perkins," Yan informed me.

I walked out and got into the jeep with Yan and a driver and we went to the front gate. Sure enough it was Perkins.

"Hey, what took you so long?" I asked, suddenly realizing he hadn't checked in last night.

"Big fucking snafu at the airport. Assholes gave me a hard time about the jet, so I had to get a larger hangar for the bird. Our buddy Brick showed up and took care of the situation. We got no more problems with them. He even told me to tell you that you'll have your bird by the time you leave. I stopped at the Peckertown airport and checked our hangar there. It's very secure, and plenty of space for the bird to sleep in," he reported as we drove beck up to the house.

"Thanks for fixing the problem," I said.

"No problem," Mike replied.

The evening passed quietly, everyone relaxing and talking quietly. Wang had some of his massage boys come over and set up a few tables for anyone who wanted a bath and massage. A few of us took advantage of the massage boys and it was a very enjoyable experience, especially for the first timers like Guy, Little Eagle, Daniel, Rupert, Tom, and Billy. We all retired to our assigned rooms one by one until Little Eagle, Duane, Billy, and Gizmo were left in the living room. Mike had taken Timmy in for his pleasure that evening. I had gone to bed alone. I didn't mind. Once in a great while I like to sleep alone. Besides I needed my sleep. Tomorrow would be a long day. As the clock struck eleven, Duane and Billy went up to bed in the room Billy was assigned to. Little Eagle and Gizmo decided to share the couch.

Gizmo was only nine years old, and he was looking forward to his tenth birthday when he could start having sex with the blessings of his absent parents. They had dropped him off in Peckertown as Duane had said and signed away their rights in front of the sheriff and then signed a document giving Gizmo permission "to be a fag boy" at age ten according to the sheriff. Whitey told me later he wished he could have run them in for the way they treated him. The Arkansas Samurai Inc. crew took the kid under their protective wing after he demonstrated his electronics talent. What shocked me was that he had no formal training. What he learned of electronics came from books he found at the Peckertown library. Sometime during the night I woke up and went down to the kitchen for a glass of water. I found Gizmo curled up, spooned into Little Eagle. Little Eagle had an arm around the boy. Something told me Gizmo found his protector. They have been together ever since.

***

Benjy came to see me the next afternoon while everyone was doing their thing. We sat within sight of the rehearsing actors and talked.

"Caleb said some very interesting things about Hugh," Benjy began.

Now I was interested. "What would that be?"

Benjy explained that one evening during a training session Hugh had been strung up from the ceiling and was getting whipped. Hugh then demonstrated his amazing ejaculating skills.

"Each time he'd get the whip across his ass he'd thrust his hips forward, lean his head back, moan out loud, and shoot a stream of his cum across the floor. He did that six times every time they did a whipping session on him," Benjy said.

"Daniel told me one time they had Hugh strung up inside the Gryffindor Tower set and whipped his ass with a leather belt and Hugh did exactly that," I said.

"That's a rare talent for a slave to do that," Benjy said. "Do you know what kind of money people would pay to see that?"

I looked over at Benjy. "If you are asking what I think you are asking that should be between you and his masters."

Benjy nodded. "I know. I intend to ask them. I wanted your opinion first."

I nodded. "I appreciate your asking me. Do I think it's hot? Yes. Do I think it would be a hell of a showstopper? I think so. Is it risky? Yes, from the moment you lead him out. He's be outed just like that."

Benjy dropped a leather item in my lap. I picked it up and examined it. It was a full head mask, designed to cover the head and face completely. The only thing showing was the nose holes. I nodded. Benjy was showing me this to show that he understood the identity problem and was offering a solution.

"We call him slave on the stage the entire time. We show him every Saturday night at the nine o' clock show until he leaves. I'll pay his masters well, and he keeps the tips. Uncle at the bank will convert them to English currency, no problem there," Benjy said as he sipped his soda.

I scratched my chin. "There's the security angle."

"You call the shots on that," Benjy said.

I sighed. "You need to ask his masters."

The guys sat down around the table in the barn area during a break in the rehearsal to listen to Benjy's proposal. Daniel called Hugh over and fitted the leather mask to his head. It fir perfectly and there was no way anyone could identify him. They agreed to the Saturday night show, which would give him a chance to heal up all of Sunday before the filming. If necessary, makeup could very easily cover the welts. The security issue was settled, having a number of the security crew positioned around the back of the stage just in case. Hugh was trembling in excitement. Benjy turned to him.

"Does knowing you are going to be whipped in front of an audience excite you slave?" Benjy asked.

Hugh looked at Daniel.

"Answer Master Benjy slave," Daniel ordered.

"Yes Master Benjy. It sounds so fucking hot I'm practically cumming in my shorts just thinking about it," Hugh replied.

All of us laughed and clapped Hugh on the shoulders. Benjy grinned.

"You are not the first to say that, slave. All of the other slaves share your enthusiasm," Benjy grinned. "We will use the hand signals you learned."

"Yes sir, Master!" Hugh snapped to attention.

Benjy turned to Tom, Rupert, and Daniel. "Such a good slave. He turned out well."

"Paulo and Caleb did an outstanding job on him," Tom said.

Benjy grinned. "They were my best men. I am glad to have them at the PTA. This coming Saturday then?"

Daniel, Tom, and Rupert looked at each other and nodded. "He'll be there."

Hugh became a sensation after that first Saturday night show.

Things were going well at this point and I was tempted to relax and not worry. That's the time Mr. Fucking Murphy makes his appearance and fucks something up. I wasn't about to let my guard down at all. The rehearsal week went by with no problems. The plans were laid for the five, six shooting locations with two backup plans to the main plan. I liked covering my bases. It was Sunday evening and I was relaxing in my recliner listening to the sounds in the house. Duane and Billy were in their room upstairs, Timmy and Hugh were in the kitchen planning the week's menus, Shiro and Little Eagle were in the living room discussing archery, and the rest of the guys were in the pool area whooping it up. I heard Billy beginning his sexual scales and let my imagination run wild. Shiro and Little Eagle grinned. They knew what the score was with those two.

Duane worked his black snake slowly into Billy's ass as the young country singer verbalized his pleasure at getting fucked. Duane growled as he sank his big black snake into Billy.

"Yeah… love your white ass… so tight on my black snake… feels fucking good, boy!" Duane grunted as he pushed himself deep into Billy.

Billy kept on crying out his passion, as he got royally stuffed. He went from soft to the loudest note he could manage and back to soft again, changing pitch every few seconds. Duane finally got inside Billy and took him by the hips and leaned forward, his torso lying over Billy's bare back.

"Gonna fuck you now, white boy. Gonna feed your hungry ass my big black cock. Gonna shoot my man juice in your tight pussy," Duane whispered into Billy's ear.

Billy shivered in anticipation of the fucking he was about to get. "Yeah…fuck my pussy… shove that big black cock up my white ass… dump you juice in me."

As Duane began fucking Billy, Hugh was on his hands and knees serving Rupert and Tom while Little Eagle sucked off Daniel. Before long I could hear the others out in the enclosed pool area getting hot and horny. I dropped my shorts and went in search of boy ass to fuck. Wang met me at the kitchen door and led me back to the living room. He dropped on his knees and started sucking my cock. I lie back on the carpet and let myself go. All around me the sounds and smells of sex was getting me high. I could hear Billy vocalizing as Duane rode his ass. I could hear Tom grunting as he fucked Hugh and heard Rupert whispering to Hugh, encouraging him to suck fast and hard. I turned my head to see Gizmo fisting himself. The nine year old was just as horny and hot as we were. In my mind a plan for his tenth birthday began to take shape. All I needed was to talk to the others after running the idea past Little Eagle first. Those two were so close together it seemed to me they had bonded together. Wang suddenly stopped sucking me and moved, straddling my hips. I looked up at him and he smiled. He took my cock in hand and sat down on it. I felt my cock open him up and slide in. He began fucking him self on my cock. Suddenly I heard Billy hit high C and knew he had gotten off. Duane wouldn't be too far behind.

"Here it comes! Gonna fill up your white ass with my cum!" Duane yelled as he fucked Billy hard and fast.

Billy felt the teen's cock moving rapidly inside of him and then felt the cock swell up just a bit as Duane yelled. Duane shot his load deep into Billy just as Tom fired his own load into Hugh's ass. Rupert giggled and shot his load down Hugh's throat. Daniel hit his breaking point and unloaded down Little Eagle's throat as Little Eagle fired his Indian juice down Daniel's throat. The sounds of sex died down as everyone got off. I got to my feet and took Wang by the hand and led him to my room. He spent the entire month in my bed, pleasing me. Wang was truly a joy to pleasure.

***

Monday morning dawned bright and clear. Wang was sitting at the edge of my bed with a cup of coffee in his hands. I smiled as I took it from him and took my first sip. That went down nice and hot.

"Thank you, Wang. I appreciate it," I smiled.

He smiled. "You're welcome. See you downstairs."

As he opened the door I could hear someone in the hall walking past. I stretched and felt things pop in my back and shoulders as I trudged to the shower. Twenty minutes later I was down in the kitchen fully dressed and ready to go. Today's film work would be done in the sets at the Little Acorns studios. I liked the name. It gave the Peckertown film company a sense of respectability. I had heard there were a few arguments over the name until Marc Fogel stepped in and mediated the dispute. I looked at the film schedule and noticed we would be in there for about a week, and then would shoot the outside stuff over the next week, provided the weather cooperated. I looked out the window to see blue sky and a few white clouds. Little Eagle walked into the kitchen.

"Logan? The drivers and the trucks are ready to go. We've got people spread out over the route just in case of anything," he said.

I smiled. "Good work. We should be ready by nine," I said, looking at my seal dive watch, noting the time. I turned to see Daniel, Rupert, Tom, and Hugh coming down the stairs. Hugh was dressed normally and he had a smaller collar around his neck.

"How are you this morning, Hugh?" I asked.

Hugh stopped for a moment. "I feel really good, sir. Nothing is hurting. Wang's salve sure works. I hope my masters will get plenty of it before we go home."

Wang looked up. "Count on it."

My cell rang. "The Chicken Coop," I answered.

"Chicken Hawk Love Association," Lion's voice came through.

I had to chuckle, "Very good, Lion."

I heard Marc laugh from the other end as I finished my coffee.

"I take it we are all set over there?" I asked.

"Every thing looked normal on the drive over and a few of our street sources say there're no unusual people nosing around," Lion said.

"Good. Let's hope it stays that way," I said.

"You and me both," Lion said. "My Father is keeping his fingers crossed. The Harry Potter boys are very hot property you know."

"I know. That's why the extra security. The movie with Aaron and Harley was a groundbreaking event and it paid off big time. I think this one will do the same," I said.

"We'll see you on the set," Lion said and then hung up.

I closed my cell and looked over at the guys just finishing their breakfast. "Gentlemen, it's time to rock."

We climbed into the Suburbans and left the farm, picking up our lead car and rear cars. The drive through the streets went without incident until we got to the front gates of the studios. There was a respectable crowd out front with their signs and banners. Once we were inside the chain link fence, we got out and allowed the crowd to greet the stars. All of them worked the crowd for a half hour and then went back to the trucks to ride into the studios proper.

"That went well," Daniel grinned.

I sighed in relief. "I agree. The Harry Potter fans in Peckertown are very well organized and respectful, but sometime there is the occasional obnoxious idiot."

"Oy, we've encountered a few of them," Rupert sighed.

"No shit," Tom's voice came through the intercom on the ceiling of the Suburban. "They really piss me off, especially when they shove the younger kids aside."

I heard Hugh sigh. "I really wanted to punch out that one two months ago in Yorkshire."

"You and me both Hugh," Tom said. "Sure glad that bobby beat us to it."

For those of you who might not know, bobby is English slang for cop.

We rolled up to the studio door and stopped. Lion walked out with a few of the security guys behind him. I shook his hand as we got out and walked in.

"Every thing is secure here," he reported. "Let's get to work."

We did get to work. The first day's filming went perfectly. The basic story went like this. Daniel, Hugh, Tom, and Rupert played four friends from England. They are here on a student exchange from their boarding school in England. During their adventures exploring Peckertown, they each discover and accept they are gay, and come out to each other. They pair off, Daniel with Tom and Hugh with Rupert. Aaron and Harley is a gay couple who board them at their house. Billy is the next door neighbor. There would be some sex scenes in this movie. I posed the question to Daniel, Tom, Rupert, and Hugh if they were ready for the world to know they were gay.

"We aren't going to hide anymore," was Daniel's answer. "We we're planning on coming out during the interview with the press."

The press conference went better than expected. They became the hot news item for the rest of the time they were here. To their surprise, quite a few of the other kid actors from the Harry Potter movies came out as well. Naturally there were more than a few words of condemnation, but those voices faded out as more teens came out. This movie would become another landmark film and help more kids to understand themselves.

The rest of the month passed with no problems. It was just another movie shoot, with plenty of sex on the side. The only thing out of the ordinary was Hugh's performance every Saturday night at the Little Leather Club. The stage lights would come up with a large square frame at the edge of the stage. Benjy would stroll on, leading a masked Hugh behind him. Then he would restrain Hugh to the frame in an X, and then remove the collar. He would start to whip Hugh slowly, one lash at a time. Hugh used his acting skills to really put on a performance until he got to his breaking point. The stage would slowly move to the right side, and then Benjy would give him one right across the ass. Hugh would let his head go back, thrust his hips forward, moan out loud, and then fire a load out on the men in the front row. The stage would rotate to the front, Benjy cracked him once more, and Hugh would repeat the act, shooting on the men center stage. Then the stage moved to the left stage and they would do it once more. Hugh would manage to cum at least six times. The final show Hugh crawled onto the stage instead of being led, kissed Benjy's feet, and got into position. After the whipping and the comes, Hugh got on hands and knees, pulled Benjy's tight Lycra biker shorts down, and deep throated Benjy's impressive ten inches [25 cm]. Benjy came all over Hugh and then pushed him onto his back, wrapped the whip around the boy's cock, and wanked him off to a very impressive cum. Naturally Hugh used his acting skills to play it up. That brought down the house.

Of course there were the trips to the Big Lick. The Olsen triplets put on one hell of a show as always, this time pretending to be wizards and using their cocks for wands. That had Daniel Tom, Rupert, and Hugh rolling on the floor. They even made an appearance at a Powersound show in Little Rock and that went over well. The wrap up party was also a hit, something I don't think I'd forget.

It turned out to be Gizmo's birthday as well. We kept him in the dark until the last second, and then after we surprised the hell out of him, we put him in a chair, lifted him in the air, and carried him around the pool and put him in the honored guest's position. That started the party. After Barbeque Pleasures had served out the dinner, we bought out a bench and then told him we would have a go at his ass.

"I want Little Eagle to be my first. I want him to take my virginity," Gizmo said.

Little Eagle gently kissed him, led him to the bench, tenderly strapped him down, and made him ready. Little Eagle was gentle with him, fucking Gizmo and giving the boy his greatest heart's desire. After seeing that, everyone agreed it would be poor taste to gang bang him. Little Eagle then released Gizmo from the bench, kissed him, and then carried him up the stairs. They were not seen again for the rest of the night.

From there things got wild. The enclosed pool got plenty of use, couples spread out around the house and the pool, and there was plenty of action to watch and participate in if one desired to. Wang entertained me all night long. That kid can please! Duane was in the far corner, working Billy's ass with his big black cock. He was definitely hooked on Billy. Billy was getting into it, enjoying Duane's cock in his ass. Hugh was busy blowing Daniel while Tom was working his cock in and out of the boy's ass. Marc Fogel and Lion were lying on a lounger, making goo goo eyes at each other. If there ever were two people who truly deserved each other, it was them. I knew they were happy together. Shiro and Sammo looked like they were permanently lip locked. I watched them make sweet love to each other. Rupert was getting his cock sucked as Mike nailed Timmy's ass. Danny was getting a round robin from four boys. I don't think I'll ever see him that happy again. Sacha and Neil were sixty-nining on the raft in the middle of the pool. I watched their bodies shiver and knew they had cum in each other's mouths. To watch all these men and boys enjoying each other's bodies made me feel so hot. I sighed as Wang slowly brought me off.

"How about you and I go to bed and be private," I whispered into his ear.

Wang smiled at that. I took his hand and led him up to my room while the orgy by the pool continued. We made sweet tender love to each other all night long, finally falling asleep around three in the morning.

The next morning everyone was very subdued. Lots of coffee was served, and a few of the guys smiled to the other knowingly. There was no doubt in my mind what that was about. Little Eagle led Gizmo down the stairs around eleven. Gizmo was dressed in genuine Cherokee Indian clothes. It was obvious that the two had made a commitment to each other during the night and it warmed my heart to see them so in love with each other. All of the guys stood up and gave them a round of applause as they tenderly kissed each other. I could feel the love between them and it moved me more than I could say. The power of love is a mighty power. It can and does change lives. I knew they would be together for a very long time. It was their destiny to meet, fall in love, and be joined together, just as it was for Marc and Daniel, Shiro and Sammo, and Aaron and Harley. That's what love is all about.

The team takes the English group home. Neil heads to New York to meet Macooley Calcun who hires him to protect his brother Rudy after Neil proves his talents. All hell breaks loose at a talk show. Neil battles a mysterious person who wants Rudy. Surprises, thrills, and chills abound in this one!

Author's Notes: This story is fiction. All characters are not real, except for Macooley Calcun and Rudy Calcun who are modelled after real actors, who are to my knowledge not gay, and the appearances of their look-alikes in this story don't imply they are. All situations depicted in this story are not real. Told from Neil's point of view. Enjoy the story!

I relaxed as the plane took off bound for New York. Mac had called from New York earlier that morning, as we were getting ready to leave for England. It was a good thing he caught us before we left the ground. It wouldn't have mattered, the jet could have detoured to New York and I could have gone off the back ramp at 1200 feet [350 m] and parachuted into New York and then gotten to the Calcun penthouse where former child star Macooley Calcun was living. As it was, I was now sitting on Delta flight 1237 bound for JFK in New York. I wished I could have gotten first class but it was full up and Dad booked me business class, paying a cheaper fare. Glad he had the company credit card. All of us have them in our wallets so we're never without money. You can't imagine the funny looks I get every time I reach into my wallet for my card. People back home in Colorado don't blink twice now when I do that. I smile as I reach for the magazine in the pouch of the seat in front of me to see what the in flight movie is. Out of habit, I do a quick mental scan of the passengers scattered around the plane. Most are bored already, and there are no hostile thoughts. In case you haven't seen the prior chapters of our adventures, my name is Neil Logan. David Logan adopted me nearly two years ago when I was on the run from a female mobster named Ma Gillis. She wanted me because of my abilities. I am telepathic/telekinetic. That means I can move things with my mind and read people's thoughts and minds. She wanted to use me to control the mob world and expand her criminal empire but that backfired on her when Dad found me. Since then my life had been eventful. Never thought I could have such great adventures ever, especially in my dreams. I smile as I think about Sacha, my Russian brother. I love him so much. He completes me in ways I'd never thought possible.

I look up as the flight attendant approaches me. She hands me a menu and I realize there is going to be a lunch course served.

"The chicken please," I asked.

She smiles. "Good. Anything to drink?"

"A coke," I replied.

She walked away and I turn my attention back to the folder in my hand that Shiro handed me prior my leaving the Samurai jet.

"Stuff I pulled off the net about the Calcuns," he told me. "Read it over when you get the chance."

I nodded. "Thanks Shiro. Appreciate the information."

"Good luck on your assignment," Sacha said, giving me a kiss.

I kiss him back. "Thanks brother."

Dad looked at me. "You got your cell?"

"Yes Dad, including the number of the Seal contact if needed," I replied.

Dad smiled and hugged me. "Good luck, do good, and kick ass."

I grin. "Don't I always?"

They all lined up and gave me the salute as the security cart whisked me off to catch the flight. I had to laugh at the humor of the salute while the security guy Mike Perkins knows chuckled.

"Quite a family you got there kid," he said. "Don't you worry, my lips are sealed. Mike would give me hell if I said anything."

"Not to mention my Dad," I had said.

He leaned over me. "I'd rather have him at my back than gunning for me."

I shake my head once more at the memory as the flight attendant comes back with my lunch. I look at it. It looks fairly decent so I give it a try. It goes down a little dry so I resolve to get a burger at JFK when I land. I pick up the file and begin to read.

An hour and a half later I put down the file. The Calcun clan is truly messed up and I can't help wonder if this problem is related to all this mess. For now it seems that they are stable but that could change in a heartbeat as I've so often have found out over the year and a half of living with Dad and working with the team. I scratch my chin and wonder idly if I should put in a call to Mac and find out just what his connection to Macooley is. I decided to leave it be. It could be a very personal situation and I'd rather not get into that. The seatbelt warning chimes sound and I look up. Time flies when you are having fun, I guess. The plane lands with no problems and I get my bag from baggage claims with no problems. There is still a heightened security presence here and two airport cops approach me and ask me what I am doing here. I tell them I am waiting for my duffle and then I am leaving. They stand at a distance and watch me. That's fine with me, as long as they don't give me trouble. I collect my duffle and head out with the twins in tow. I ignore them but keep track of them. I see a man at the door holding a sign saying Samurai on it and I walk over.

"Hi, my name is Neil Logan, Samurai Inc," I said just as the two cops reach me.

"What kind of game are you playing kid?" one asks.

I ignore him and show the cardboard sign man my agreed on recognition signal. He nods at me.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Logan. The car is waiting over here," he said and pointed to a black Lincoln Town car.

Oh wow, first class ride! I smile as I start to follow him.

"Hold it right there!" the airport cop yells.

I turn around and stare at the man, creating a slightly hazy illusion of my deranged wolf.

"Never mind," he waves me off, trying to act cool even though he just wet his pants right there in full view of the public.

I turn back to the car and get in after the driver put my duffle in the trunk. We drive off as the driver laughed out loud.

"Don't know what you did Mr. Logan, but I'll wager he'll think twice about bothering us had working stiff again!" He laughed.

"Could I ask a favor?" I asked.

"Sure," he nodded.

"Can you slide through the first drive through you see? I had the chicken lunch on the plane and it went down really dry. I need real food."

He looked at me with a shocked expression on his face. "You ate airline food? You got iron guts, kid. One drive through coming up. It will be a long drive to Manhattan."

He sure wasn't kidding, and I can honestly say that pastrami on rye is absolutely the best out here. No lie.

***

Charlie parked the Town car in the underground garage and I got out. He looked me over and nodded.

"You look fine Neil. You'll make a nice impression on Macooley," he said.

He took my duffle out of the trunk and then led me to the elevators. We rode up in silence until we got to the floor and stepped out. There was only one set of doors in front of us. The card in the nameplate read Calcun. I nodded and reached out for the doorbell. The door opened a moment later and a man looked out.

"Yes?" he said very frosty like.

"My name is Neil Logan, I'm here to see Mr. Calcun. I'm from Samurai Inc," I told him.

"Sure you are," he said and started to close the door.

"Niles," Charles growled. "Mac won't like this."

That changed things. Niles opened the door wider and allowed us in. Macooley strode into the living room a moment later with a book in his hands.

"Are they here?" he asked.

Niles pointed to me. "This boy claims to be Samurai Inc."

Macooley Calcun smiled "Really."

"Shall I show him the door, sir?" Niles asked.

I decided a demonstration of my abilities was in order. I smiled broadly as I lifted Niles off the floor a couple of inches and slid him to the other side of the room and turned to Macooley as I did so.

"Interesting thoughts. You're thinking that Mac in Hollywood must be off his rocker by sending you some pipsqueak," I said.

Niles reacted to that. "You stinking mutie!"

Macooley reacted by whipping the book across Niles's face as the man lunged at me. Niles went down to the floor with a bloody nose.

"I must apologize for my thoughts. You are everything Mac said you were. I must apologize for my former butler's actions," Mac said calmly.

"I accept your apology, but you didn't have to apologize for his actions. He was the one who should apologize for what he did," I said.

Mac nodded. "You're right."

Niles sat up and snarled. "No fucking way am I gonna apologize to the freak."

Mac stared down at him. "You have one hour to pack and get out. Charles will supervise. Neil, I'll show you to your room while you are here."

With that settled, I followed Macooley down the hall to a room. He opened the left side of the double door and led me into a very fine looking room. It was very upscale from what I saw of it.

"Does Charles work for you?" I asked.

He turned to face me. "I wish. He works for the building as driver for the various tenants, including myself. Rudy is next door in his room. He stays with me off and on."

"That's cool," I said.

He smiled sadly. "I wish all of our family was together like we should be. I'll leave you alone to unpack. Come out to the living room once you're settled in."

He closed the door behind him and I turned to my duffle and began unpacking.

I came out to the living room when I heard the front door slam shut. Macooley heaved a sigh as he turned to me.

"There. That's done and he'll never come around again. I should have fired him long ago. Even my ex-wife couldn't stand him," Mac grinned.

"Mac?" I heard a younger call out. "Is it safe to come out?"

"Yes it is, Rudy. Niles is gone, Charles has escorted him out," Mac replied.

A younger version of Macooley walked into the living room. I felt my cock stir with interest. I smiled as Mac introduced me to Rudy.

"Nice to meet you," he said.

Mac motioned to the couch. "Let's have a seat and discuss the situation."

"I can tell you have questions," I smiled as I sat down.

Mac grinned. "Yes, starting with how you did that little feat."

I explained what Samurai Inc. was, how it came about, what my abilities were and gave another demonstration using the eight nutcracker figures on the checkered wood floor in a few chess moves. To say both of them were astounded would be an understatement.

"That is so awesome," Rudy said.

Mac nodded. "I'm really glad you are here. There is some whacko following Rudy, sending email, leaving notes at the front desk, and showing up in places where Rudy is to appear. He never says anything or does anything whenever we see him there. I'm afraid for Rudy's safety."

I nodded. "I don't blame you. I worry about my own brothers when they go into a bad situation. Been a few of them in the past."

"Mac in Hollywood had told me a bit about you guys and I am glad that there is a security company out there who does take our security seriously. Hard to find good help these days," Mac said.

I turned somber. "We do take our client's security and safety very seriously. Both of you are constantly in the public eye constantly and that can be annoying sometimes. That's why it's important to have good security around you. I am rather puzzled at why this guy hasn't tried to get in here yet."

Macooley smiled. "The building management insists on having good security here. He went and hired ex-military and pays them very well, even giving them a house or two to live in so this place is very well covered. One of the guys I know very well is an older man everybody here calls Sailor. Word is that he used to be a Navy Seal back in the World War Two. He's in his late seventies, but he's fit and as tough as they come. I wouldn't want anyone else watching my back that isn't as good as he is."

I had to smile. "He's someone my Dad knows. He supposedly trained my Dad back when my Dad was eighteen and fresh out of high school."

"Good. Perhaps he'll come up later and I'll introduce you to him. He could be your backup if needed," Mac suggested.

I nodded. "Good idea. For now I would like to know if Rudy has any public appearances in the next few days."

"I'm supposed to help promote "Signs" coming out on DVD," Rudy replied.

"You'll have to forgive me. I haven't see it yet," I said.

Rudy grinned. "There's a DVD copy in your guest room along with some of the other ones and some of Mac's as well."

"Thanks. I've all of Mac's movies and I liked them all, including Home Alone. The scene you did with John Candy was absolutely hilarious," I said.

Mac smiled. "It was meant to be a serious scene, but somehow it came across as being funny, and it stuck ever since."

There was a knock on the door and Mac rose to get it. I quick scanned the thoughts of the person knocking and found nothing hostile.

"He's cool," I said as Mac peeked through the peephole.

"He should be," Mac said as he opened the door. "It's Sailor."

An old man walked in through the door and nodded to Mac. He turned and looked at me, sizing me up. "This the kid?"

"Yes he is. Says you know his father," Mac said.

Sailor walked over to me and stared at me. "Who's your Daddy, kid?"

I smiled with pride. "David Logan."

Sailor smiled and nodded. "Tough kid if there was one. Skinny little thing until I got hold of him and made a man out of him. He never knew when to quit. Kept on going when everyone was dropping around him."

"That's my Dad," I smiled. "Still that way."

He nodded. "You got my number in your cell?"

"Yes sir," I said, rattling it off.

"Good. Call it if you get in trouble, ya hear?" he said.

I gave him a proper salute. "Sir, yes Sir!"

He nodded and smiled as he went out the door. I now had an ally on my side.

***

Dinner was a quiet affair. Nothing much was said and I was feeling a little tired from traveling most of the day. As per habit I was letting my mind sweep the immediate area and the street outside. There were a lot of thought patters at this time of day and I knew it was because people were coming home for the day. Suddenly I picked up on a hostile thought pattern and I went to the window and looked down. I reached for a pair of binoculars and looked down at the street and spotted a man leaning against the building across the street. He was wearing jeans and a heavy jacket. I couldn't see his face until he leaned forward and glanced up at the building. His face seemed average and I guessed his age at the middle thirties. I couldn't tell what color his eyes were. Mac moved up alongside of me.

"He's down there, isn't he?" he asked.

I described what I saw as I watched him saunter off up the street. Rudy nodded.

"That's him," he said.

I picked up the phone. "Does the security in the building know this guy?"

"Yes, and they know you're here. I didn't want Rudy going out until you guys got here. Knowing about you eases my mind somewhat," Mac said.

I dialed the security desk downstairs. A man picked up.

"It's Neil Logan of Samurai Inc. Tango spotted up the street, walked off a minute ago," I reported.

"We got him on video and documented it," the man at the desk said. "Thanks for the call, Logan."

I hung up and turned to Mac. "They got him on video."

Mac grinned. "Smile, you're on candid camera."

Rudy and I had to laugh at that.

It was later in the evening I was stretched out on my bed in the guest room naked, the door closed. I had just come out of the shower and was in the mood for some relaxation. I reached into my bag and found a vibrating dildo and unrolled a condom on it and lightly put KY on it and gently slipped it inside of me. I lay flat on the bed and closed my eyes and started touching myself while manipulating the slider control for the vibrator speed. My cock suddenly came to life and stood up as the tip of the vibrator barely touched my prostate. I played with my nipples for a bit and then reached for my drooling cock and began to wank. It felt so good. I moaned and writhed about, as the feelings got more intense. I could feel something happening deep inside of me and I knew I was about to cum. My toes curled up, a sure sign I was about to cum.

"Oh yes," I softly hissed as I felt my cock shoot my load through the shaft and out of my cock.

I felt the warm sperm splat on my face, chest, tummy, and then dribble down over my knuckles. I sighed contentedly and then suddenly became aware of the bedroom door quietly closing. I sat up and sent my thoughts after the intruder. It had been Rudy. I smiled to myself. So he had seen me get off. I wondered if he was gay. Well, I'd play things just right and find out. For now I was tired and wanted to sleep. I got off the bed and crouched down and gently pulled the vibrator out of me and stripped the condom off and flushed it down the toilet and then wiped myself off. I got into bed and relaxed once more, my mind finding the center that Hejiro had taught me about, and sank into sleep.

The next morning I was up, shaved (I had started to shave three weeks ago in Peckertown. Dad was so pleased he went and got me a proper shaving set), showered, and dressed. I walked out to the kitchen to find a pot of coffee on the counter and Macooley reading the New York Times.

"Morning. Sleep well?" Macooley asked.

I smiled as I drew a cup of coffee and sat down. "I did, thank you very much."

Mac folded the paper and stood up. How do you like your eggs?"

"Sunny side up and smiling," I cracked as Rudy walked into the kitchen.

Both brothers laughed at the joke and I relaxed. I finished my breakfast and sat back, letting my mind wander around. Everything seemed peaceful at the moment so I brought myself back to the present.

Mac and Rudy were looking at me. "Anything unusual?"

"No. Could be our friend has decided to stay away today," I said.

"I'm supposed to appear on a talk show in an hour. After that it's to Tower Records to sign copies of Signs for an hour. Then I'm meeting my agent to discuss another possible film project. He's got something else for me later this evening," Rudy stated. "I can get you into everything with no problems."

"Who's our driver?" I asked.

"The studio is sending a limo for us today. We can use it for the rest of the day," Rudy said.

I nodded. "Okay. Let's get going. Remember what we talked about last night."

I had discussed a number of things with Rudy last night and he clearly understood I was in charge of his personal security. Even Macooley impressed on him the importance of listening to me. Rudy got his jacket and I slipped into my sport jacket and made sure the cell was in place. Rudy and I took the elevator to the garage and the limo was there when we arrived. Sailor nodded as we stepped out with me in front of Rudy. I returned the nod and got in behind Rudy. The rear door closed and we were off. I leaned forward and got a bottle of water from the refrigerator and opened it. Rudy and I engaged in light talk until we arrived at the studio's back door. I relaxed and let my mind scan for any hostiles and found none. I got out and looked around.

"Clear," I announced.

Rudy got out and we turned to see a lady walking towards us. She introduced us to the show's hosts and I took a seat behind the curtains and watched Rudy talk to the host about the movie Signs and other things. I watched the crowd and stayed aware of everything. So far so good. We left the studio and headed to the Tower Records where Rudy would be signing DVD copies of Signs. The table was set up right, the employee's only door right at his back. The manager informed me they did that for celebrities to make a quick exit should things get out of hand. For the first forty-five minutes everything was cool until Rudy turned to the next person. It was the man who had been following him. Rudy jumped back and I moved in between him and the man. He jumped over the table and I pushed Rudy to the door and through it, slamming it shut. We raced for the outer door and went through it just as the man came running into the stockroom. I moved a dumpster blocking the exit and hoped it would slow him down.

"What now?" Rudy asked as we walked away.

"We find a cab and get the hell back to the house," I said.

We walked down the alley and started around the corner when I heard the man shout after us. I looked to see him squeezing out through the door. I turned to see a cab in front of us. The driver grinned.

"You gents in a hurry?" he said, raising a gun.

I reacted, moving the man's hand upward quickly, making him knock himself out with his own gun as we slid into the back and slammed the door. I took hold of the steering wheel and pressed down on the gas. The cab shot forward into traffic, beginning a wild ride. Rudy looked behind us and saw the man jump into a Ford Taurus.

"He's in a brown Ford Taurus!" Rudy exclaimed.

I nodded, concentrating on driving the cab from the back seat. We weaved through traffic at a high rate of speed, avoiding other cars and trucks.

"Still behind us," Rudy reported. "How did he know I was going to be there? Why did this guy draw a gun on us?"

Too many questions, not enough answers. I was more interested in getting Rudy to safety at the moment.

"Oh no," Rudy moaned. "We've picked up the cops!"

I could hear the sirens by now. I kept going, not wanting to stop knowing the guy was still on our tail. This was certainly getting interesting.

The chase continued through the downtown area and up to the business district. I knew I had wanted to see New York up close and personal, but this was getting ridiculous. The funny part was we hadn't hit anybody or caused any accidents. Our chasers sure were. Brown Ford wiped out two newsstands and a hot dog cart, four cop cars met up with various cabs the hard way, and still they followed.

"Persistent fellow isn't he?" I quipped as I drove the cab across a curb that magically cleared of people in seconds.

Rudy made a face. "James Bond you're not."

That stuck me as being funny. I grinned as I drove the cab up and over a ramp to go over a street construction crew. Brown Ford followed, but one cop car crashed into the back of a construction truck. I wondered if I should tell him that I knew the real James Bond. Nah. I kept going, but now had a new worry. The driver was coming around. I slowed down as I came to another corner, opened the driver's door and tossed him out and then slammed the door shut and shoved the pedal down once more.

"I can see this now, cab drives it's self, film at eleven," Rudy cracked.

Brown Ford skidded to a stop and the cab driver jumped in. Brown Ford took off once more, smoking his tires. I suddenly had a bad feeling. Said bad feeling came true when cab driver came out the right rear window and started shooting at us.

"Not good," I said.

Rudy decided to keep his head down as the bullets pinged off the car. I created a force field to keep the rear windshield in place so the flying shards of glass wouldn't cut us. We came out of an alley to find ourselves speeding along the East River. I smiled. Perfect for what I had in mind. I swerved into a parking garage and headed for the top.

"At some point we are going to get out of the car and hide. I'm going to run the car to the top and off the structure. Halfway to the water I'll explode it. During the ensuing mayhem, we'll stroll out of the parking garage and slip into the department store," I instructed him. "We'll get what we need there to complete our escape."

Rudy nodded nervously. I ran the car up to the ninth level, the tenth being the top of the parking structure. I slammed on the brakes and we got out fast. I started the cab up once more and raced it out into the open on the tenth level and made it race towards the wall. As expected, brown Ford followed the cab to the top level with the cops behind him. Idiot. At the last second, I lifted the front of the cab and let momentum do the rest. The cab arced out over the East River and I created a spark by a leak in the gas line and the cab exploded right on the mark. I smiled as I led Rudy towards the elevator.

"That will keep everyone busy for a few hours," I said.

"What about those two guys?" Rudy asked.

I grinned. "I'm sure they will be spending time with New York's Finest."

***

We got home to Rudy's apartments in the mid afternoon after calling Sailor. Charles and Sailor picked us up in Times Square. I had seen pictures of it once before, but never really had the chance to see it. It was quite a sight. Rudy and I looked like street kids in shorts, t-shirts, backwards baseball caps, and sunglasses. We called Sailor 'Grandpa' and Charles 'Uncle' and both of them pretended to be really stern with us. Back at the apartments I delivered my report to an anxious Macooley.

"So I ran the cab off the top and blew it halfway down," I said. "Then we ducked into the department store and got these things. Nobody even looked at us. Then I called Sailor to pick us up."

"I have a friend inside the NYPD. Let me make some calls," Charles said.

He went into the kitchen with his cell. Mac turned to Rudy.

"Thank God you're okay, Rudy. I was worried when I got the call from your agent saying you had been grabbed," Mac said.

I sat up. "How did he know that?"

"Damn good question, isn't it?" Sailor said. "Just where did you meet this guy?"

Mac sighed. "He was recommended by a friend."

I scratched my face a moment. "Can you have him checked out?"

Mac walked into his study and started making calls. I opened my laptop and plugged into the Internet connection that Rudy showed me. I dialed up the Colorado State Police computers and requested information. I was glad Dad had friends there. Morris Hayden came back squeaky clean, no wants or warrants. I looked up to see Macooley and Charles back in the living room so I disconnected and joined them.

"Hayden is squeaky clean," I reported. "No wants or warrants."

"Nothing on the brown Ford guys. They vanished, leaving the car behind. Stolen out of Long Island, no prints left behind," Charles reported.

"Hayden first appeared in New York over two years ago. Several clients to date," Mac reported, reading from his notepad. "My sources say he's very persuasive."

I sipped my tea and closed my eyes. "Con artist. Plays a fast game with people. Plays to win. Will do anything to accomplish his goals," I said, opening my eyes and looking at everyone watching me free associate.

Sailor nodded. "Not bad thinking, kid. Thing is we have to prove all that."

I sighed. "That's the fun part."

It was agreed we would call it a day and lay low for a day or two. I needed time to figure out a plan. It was based on this Hayden guy. I stood in the shower and washed myself clean. I suddenly had the feeling I was being watched. I let my thoughts wander and discovered it was Rudy. I smiled. So he was interested in me. I decided to give him a show. I exaggerated washing myself, twisting and pulling on my nipples while moaning out loud. I could feel the sexual vibes get stronger from him. I reached for my erect cock and stroked it, playing it up good. I could hear him panting as he slowly got himself off. I slipped under the water and rinsed clean of soap as I continued to get off. I blew my load all over the wall as I cried out in pleasure. I could hear him getting off as I crept to the door. I looked out to see Rudy sitting on my bed blowing his load into his hands. He shivered and shook as I stood there, watching him get off.

"Was it good for you?" I whispered in his ear.

He jumped off the bed and tried to stuff his cock back into his pants. I could see the panic in his eyes as the bedroom door opened to reveal Mac standing there.

I was glad I had gotten into shorts.

"What's going on?" Mac asked.

It got real quiet suddenly.

"Rudy, you weren't spying on him, were you?" Mac asked.

I stepped in to save the day. "Let's go into the kitchen and talk over some tea."

Mac and Rudy sat down at the table while I made some calming tea from the tin Shiro had given me before I had left Little Rock. I poured the tea into cups and set them in front of them and they sipped them. I could tell they were working because Mac didn't look as upset and Rudy was relaxing a little.

"I owe you an apology," Rudy began. "I was spying on you."

I nodded. "I'm not upset. Every guy at some time or another is curious about how other guys look. It's not a big deal. I look at my Dad and brothers in our gym showers back home all the time."

Rudy sighed. "Thanks Neil."

"This situation stays with me. Nobody else needs to know," I said.

Mac grinned. "I hoped you would say that."

I looked up. "It's his personal business. I'll protect that information."

I watched them glance at each other and then realized they played together like I played with my brothers back home. I smiled and Mac noticed it.

"You figured it out, didn't you?" he asked.

"Yes I did. Like I said, it's your business and I'll keep it to myself. The only thing I will say is that both of you are not the only gay celebrities I've met. Just keep your eyes open and you'll find them," I said.

Both of them looked very relieved. I finished my tea.

"Now it's been a long day and I'm tired. I'll see you guys in the morning," I said and left them in the kitchen to talk.

I woke up the next morning and stretched out. I took care of morning business, meditated for a half hour, and then came out of my room into the kitchen. Nobody was up yet so I opened the front door and collected the paper and headed back into the kitchen. The car chase made the front paper. I enjoyed reading the story. There was no description of us mentioned in the paper and I was relieved. I didn't need our descriptions plastered all over the media. Mac wandered into the kitchen with a smile on his face as I stood at the stove waiting for the English muffins to come up in the toaster.

"Coffee's on," I said.

Mac grinned as he poured himself a cup. "Thanks. What's the plan for today?"

"Rest and relax," I said.

Mac came up behind me. "I like the sound of that," he said, breathing into my ear.

I felt chills up and down my spine. "What about Rudy?"

"He'll join us, don't you worry about that," Mac said, running the tip of his tongue behind my right ear.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Rudy yelled from the doorway.

Both Mac and I laughed out loud at his eagerness.

There is something to be said about brothers in love with each other. I loved my brothers Shiro, Sammo, and Sacha unconditionally. Seeing other brothers in love was a moving experience. Now that Mac and Rudy knew they could be themselves around me they relaxed and became very playful. We kicked back and relaxed the whole day, even soaking in the Jacuzzi on the little porch they had. It could be covered at a moment's notice and the iron fence surrounding the little yard provided ample protection from unwanted attention. We could go naked if we wanted to. The area had been covered over for the winter now that cold weather was setting in. The glass panels were tinted for privacy and the steaming heat from the Jacuzzi provided heat. It was nice and comfortable. We talked on and off about various things. I kinda had the feeling that they were waiting for later to do something. Boy did I find out what!

It wasn't until after an early dinner that Mac made his move. Rudy grinned as he handed his brother a pair of the thick leather wrist cuffs and asked him to put them on him. Mac did and secured Rudy's hands behind his back. I sat back on the couch and watched Rudy get on his knees and put his head down by my erect cock and begin to lick it. Mac watched for a moment and then lubricated his cock and Rudy's ass. Mac got behind his brother and slowly sank his seven inches [18 cm] deep into Rudy's ass. Rudy sighed and kept on licking my cock before slipping it into his mouth. He gave me a blowjob that was really hot. I could feel his tongue slip underneath my balls every few seconds while Mac continued to ram his cock deep into his brother.

"I'm cumming," Mac moaned a moment later and then shivered.

I knew he had unloaded deep into Rudy. He gently pulled out and sat back on his heels as I closed my eyes and unloaded my cream deep inside Rudy's mouth. He did a great job swallowing my cum. Rudy sat up and looked at me with a smile on his face.

"Did you like that?" he asked.

I grinned. "You were good."

He bent over and licked my cock back up and then straddled my hips. I felt Macooley take hold of my cock and point it into his brother's wet asshole as Rudy sank down on my cock. I sighed as I felt it slide up into him. This felt good.

"So hot," Rudy moaned as I entered him.

I had to agree. Rudy rode my cock until I shot my load deep inside of him. I sighed and relaxed once I had finished ejaculating. Rudy pulled off me and I heard the soft wet pop of my cock leaving his tight ass. He stood up and Macooley removed the snap hook from Rudy's wrist cuffs. Rudy headed for the bathroom while Macooley and I secured the place for the night. All three of us got into Mac's big bed and curled up together, Rudy spooned into me and I was spooned into Mac. That had been a quick scene and I hoped there would be more. I went to sleep with a smile on my face.

***

The phone woke us the next morning. Rudy and I raced each other to the bathroom while Macooley answered the phone. We came back to see him frowning.

"It's Hayden. He's calling for a meeting in his office this morning," Mac informed me.

"What time?" I asked.

"Eleven," Mac replied.

I nodded. "Good. Let's call Sailor and plan this thing."

What happened wasn't in the scenario. Rudy and I went up to the man's office wearing suits and wires for the intention of taping him to get any kind of evidence on him. The man received us warmly.

"I am glad to see you unharmed, Rudy," Hayden said once the office door closed behind him and he had dismissed his secretary to lunch. "I'd hate to see you harmed."

"I was glad to have Neil with me," Rudy said.

Hayden smiled and I had the impression he wasn't happy with me. He turned to the bar in the corner. "A drink?" he asked.

"No thank you," I said politely.

Suddenly something stung me in the neck and I scratched at it. The room suddenly got wobbly and unstable. I realized I had been shot with a tranquilizer. I crashed to the floor and everything went black.

I woke up in the back of a panel truck with Rudy chained to me. My head was spinning and I felt groggy. I looked up to see a man pointing a shotgun at me. I knew we were in trouble big time.

"Where are we?" I mumbled.

"Shut up," shotgun man said.

I recognized him as the one from the brown Ford. I slowly sat up and leaned against Rudy. I realized we were naked as well. Damn. Now Sailor can't track us. I was on my own. Nothing new of course. The panel truck swung left and then stopped. I heard voices and hoped we would be rescued. The back opened and Rudy and I were ordered out. I blinked in the bright lights set up around the truck. I tried to raise my hands to block the light but shotgun man smacked me on the head. I stopped trying to fight back. We listened to the voices call out numbers and then I realized we were being sold into slavery. I growled but the shotgun man tapped the double barrels on my shoulder and I stopped. I listened carefully and thought I recognized a voice. I thought hard, trying to remember who. Then blindfolds were dropped over my eyes and both of us were pushed forward. We were put into a car and heard the door slam. The blindfold came off and I looked up into the smiling face of none other than the good Captain Morgan. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank God it's you," I said.

Captain Morgan nodded as he released my bonds and then freed Rudy. I shook my head trying to clear it of the drugs that were used to put me down. The Captain handed me a cup of coffee and I drank it. I looked over at Rudy.

"Okay, short version or the long one?" I asked.

"Short one," Rudy said.

I quickly told Rudy about the Captain and how I knew him. He nodded the whole time.

"You were right about Hayden," he said. "He fell in with some bad people and owed them lots of money."

"Kidnapped you and sold you to me to pay off the people," Captain Morgan said. "Not a nice man."

Morgan turned to me. "I had the feeling you were in town when I read about the cab that drove it's self. Witnesses saw a boy in the back seat but couldn't accurately describe him. Only one person I know has powers and that's you."

I smiled. "You would make a hell of an detective. I need to ask a favor."

The Captain smiled. "Name it."

I grinned back. This was going to be fun.

I left Rudy with the Captain and headed back uptown after making a phone call to Sailor. Sailor was glad to hear from me.

"We didn't know what happened to you, kid. We busted in and the slime said you guys had left. That part we knew," he said.

"I'll bet he had two boys up there to help him throw the trail off him," I said.

Sailor grunted. "So you two okay?"

I told him everything. I could hear him grind his teeth in anger.

"He's mine. Rudy is safe for the time being. I'll call you when this is over," I said as I pulled into the parking lot of Hayden's building.

"Be careful kid," Sailor said.

I hung up and sighed. I got out and stretched, popping things in my body. I slipped into the battle mindset and strode into the building. Getting in was easy. I created the illusion of being a delivery guy. I dropped the illusion once I was inside Hayden's office. The front door had been locked but that wasn't any problem. I went into Hayden's office proper and found it somewhat stripped. Lots of things had disappeared. Hayden was skipping town or already had. Damn. I left the office after digging through his computer. Good thing I had too. I discovered he had an office in Peckertown and sent emails to Fogel, the Yamane brothers, and the Little Leather Club. Hayden was so dirty it wasn't funny. Something warned me and I jerked back when the elevator doors opened down in the lobby. A bullet hole appeared in the back of the elevator. I threw up a force field and peeked out. I spotted Ford man crouching by a potted plant. I looked around and spotted a smaller one at the top of the landing on the third floor. This was too freaking easy. I lifted the ceramic pot and held it over his head and let go. Three point two seconds later he was resting peacefully on the floor. Stupid asshole. Hercules and the Captain appeared moments later and loaded him into their car and I got in with them.

"He'll find out why I am a S&M master," the captain smiled cruelly.

I swallowed nervously. "Remind me to never piss you off."

He laughed at the big Lincoln entered the underground garage. "You don't have to worry about me. I know you are friends with Master Benjy in Peckertown. You are safe with me. Your friend is safe and being treated like royalty."

I had to smile at that. "I'm sure he's enjoying himself."

A group of boys appeared and dragged the man away. The Captain got out of the car and smiled. We followed the boys to a room with strange material on the walls.

"Soundproofing. It will be a bit of time before I get anything useful out of the man. Hercules will see to your comfort," he said, rolling up his sleeves.

I decided to follow Hercules. I found Rudy stretched out on his back being fed cheese and crackers while a young boy nursed his cock.

"Join the fun!" Rudy called out.

I was naked in seconds.

Three hours later Rudy, the Captain, and I were sitting around a table. Rudy and I were in comfortable bathrobes.

"Our friend sang an entire opera. I have send emails to our mutual friends in Peckertown warning them of things. Mr. Hayden will be found eventually. He cannot hide forever," Morgan said.

I nodded. "I did the same after tip toeing through his computer. Very nasty stuff there."

"Yes. Hercules recovered the computer in question and my software expert peeled it apart like peeling onions. I'm afraid our friend will never be able to show his face anywhere again," Morgan said. "Once clothes are brought to you, I shall return you back the Calcun residence. His brother will be anxious to see him again."

"Shit," I said, slapping myself. "I forgot to make a call."

I picked up the cell and called Sailor and told him what happened. "We'll be home soon. Rudy is fine and so am I."

I heard the sigh from the other end. "Good. We were all worried."

"I'll explain things in greater detail then," I said and closed the cell.

A knock was heard and the Captain turned to the door. "Come!" he commanded.

Four naked boys walked in holding clothes and they bowed. "Clothes for the honored guests, Master. May we dress them?"

"Yes. At once," Morgan commanded.

Once we were dressed, Morgan led us to the waiting limo in the underground garage. Before I stepped in I reached out and shook his hand. "Thanks for everything and for rescuing us."

He smiled. "It was my pleasure."

"I'll replace the money you spent," Rudy offered.

Morgan smiled. "That was a very kind gesture. It is not necessary. Thank you very much for the offer."

"Thank you for your hospitality," Rudy said, shaking his hand.

We got in and the Captain waved us off. We relaxed in the rich leather seats on the ride home to the apartment building. Macooley was so happy to see Rudy back and hugged him tight. I felt relieved just to be out of that mess. We went and sat down and talked long into the night. I couldn't shake the feeling it wasn't quite over yet.

***

I sat gazing into the fire the next evening. Macooley was out on a date and I was home alone with Rudy. I was going home tomorrow morning on a private Lear that Mac hired for me. I picked up the wine glass and sipped the white zinfandel. Just the kind I liked. I had the occasional glass on special occasions and this qualified as one of them. I heard a sound behind me and turned to see Rudy coming up behind me. He was wearing a silk robe and he smiled at me. I had the feeling something was up. Rudy walked around to face me and he untied the belt and let the robe open up and slips slowly off his shoulders to fall on the floor. I smiled at the sight.

"For your eyes only," he whispered seductively.

The sight of him standing there in a black silk garter belt immediately turned me on, holding shear black stockings in place on his legs. Under the garter belt was a white silk thong. I stood up and took him into my arms and kissed him, my fingers exploring his body. Rudy smiled once more and led me to the bedroom once we made sure the fire was out. The bed had the covers turned down and I felt myself get hard. Rudy slowly undressed me and we kissed once more. We got on the bed and I lay down with him on top of me. We kissed and French kissed as I caressed his body, feeling his hard cock pressed against mine. Rudy slowly rubbed his body against mine, getting me all fired up. I squeezed his bulging package through the silk thong. I rolled him off me and on his back. I began to pleasure him, kissing his neck as I played with his nipples. Rudy moaned seductively and I knew he was turned on. I kissed and sucked on his neck for a bit longer and then started moving down his body. As I licked and sucked his teen nipples, I unhooked his stockings and drew the thong down and off him and then hooked them back up once more. Now I could feel his bare cock against my stomach as I sucked on his nipples even more. I finally moved past them and down to his magnificent cock. He raised he legs and spread them as I started licking his cock. I could see his balls dropped lower than before and knew he was looking to lighten them a bit. I moved down to his balls and licked at them for a bit before taking each one into my mouth and gently sucking on them. The smooth hairless skin tasted sweet in my mouth, just the way I liked them. I moved down a bit more and licked at his asshole. He let his head back and moaned out loud. I knew he was hot and wanting it bad. I moved into a sixty-nine and Rudy didn't waste time in sucking my cock down into his throat. He could deep throat! I struggled to hold back. I wanted to shoot up in his ass.

Rudy sucked my cock for a bit while I prepared his ass for fucking with my tongue and fingers. Eventually I reached for the KY and his eyes lit up. He wanted to be ridden. I smiled as I slipped my fingers deep into his hole, stretching and lubricating him. I knew he was ready when he rolled on his back and lifted his legs. I moved up between them and pointed my dripping cock into his wet hole and gently pushed in. Rudy let out a long moan as I slowly penetrated him and pushed my seven inches [18 cm] inside of him. He shivered once I got six inches [15 cm] inside of him. He rested his legs on my shoulders. He looked at me and I could see the smoldering lust in his eyes.

"Do me, fuck me, you hot stud!" he cried out.

I did. I started to fuck slow, taking the time to enjoy the fuck. As the feelings slowly built up inside of me I went faster, fucking Rudy hard, shoving my cock deeper into him with every thrust. He writhed about underneath me, calling out my name and telling me what a hot stud I was and that he loved feeling my hard cock inside of his ass. His talk was making me so hot. Before I knew it I was cumming deep inside of him.

"Rudy, I'm cumming!" I cried out as I fired my first load into him.

Rudy clamped down on my cock with his rectal muscle and I shot off twice more, and then pulled out and unloaded two more shots on his tummy. I sighed as I slowly came down from my sexual high. Rudy sighed and relaxed. He rolled over on me and kissed me. We relaxed for a moment and then he got up and led me to the shower. I took the garter and the stockings off him and then we got in. We washed each other slow and tenderly, enjoying the touching pleasure. Rudy got down on his knees and sucked me off to another shattering climax. I shivered as I came down from the orgasm. Rudy dried himself and then me off. He led me back into the bedroom where the stereo was playing softly. We slow danced for a bit and then decided it was time for bed. He turned out the lights and joined me in bed. We slept very well that night, feeling very relaxed.

We made love once more in the morning, me fucking him once more. His cries of passion as I thrust deep inside of him turned me on more than I could say. He sucked me off in the shower. I ate him out in the hall. He sucked my nipples and my cock on the kitchen table. I fucked him once more on the living room couch. He was wild, uncontrollable, and so full of unbridles lust. It was definitely a time to remember. I tied him up and sucked his cock while working a dildo deep in his ass, making him scream his orgasm out. We finally collapsed in the shower stall once more after wanking each other off to another very satisfying cum. Mac came home and found us lying together in bed.

"Hey you two, time to get up! We gotta see Neil off at the airport!" he yelled.

Both of us looked at each other and gave Mac the bird.

"What it something I said?" Mac asked as we broke up in laughter.

He shook his head and left the bedroom as we got up and got dressed. Mac had breakfast on the table by the time we came out. We sat down and ate hearty. Mac eyed us.

"I take it you two were very active last night?" he asked.

We just smiled. Mac shook his head and sighed.

"Teenage hormones," he cracked and the three of us laughed.

Breakfast was finished and then it was time to go. I stood at the door and shook hands with both of them.

"If you two are ever in Colorado, drop in on us at Logan's Mountain. We'd love to have you," I said.

Mac smiled. "That's an invitation we can't refuse. Take care."

Rudy moved up in front of me and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks for protection me."

"It was my pleasure. Just keep watching your back like I taught you and don't be afraid to ask for help," I said.

There was a knock on the door and Rudy answered it. Charles stood there grinning.

"Good news," he said. "NYPD found brown Ford man and the cabbie as well. They said Hayden fled the country. Interpol has been notified."

I nodded. "That is good news. I'll notify my friends."

He picked up my duffle and headed to the elevator. I turned to the Calcun brothers.

"Thanks for your hospitality," I said. "Good luck to you both."

We shook hands once more and then I went to the elevator. I rode down with Charles and we got into the limo and drove off to the airport. I looked out the windows and thought about what happened. I went over my actions and decided I had done well except having been caught unawares in Hayden's office. It was a reminder to be lots more careful in the future. I looked up once we arrived at the small airport. Charles pulled up to the gatehouse and showed my boarding papers. The guard looked them over and waved us in. The plane stood on the tarmac and Charles pulled up next to it. I got out and shook hands with Charles. He saluted and I got on board, stashing the duffle in the overhead. If I had been more observant, I would have noticed the pilot approaching the plane. The plane started moving forward a moment later and I buckled my belt for the takeoff. The door to the cockpit was closed and I wasn't able to hear any of the radio calls. The takeoff was nice and smooth. This guy knew his stuff. I retrieved the ops laptop that Shiro had given me and started working on it. First email was to our old friend Q in England, sending him a picture of Hayden and explaining the situation. Then I sent another one to Daniel Redrock and a copy of the picture so he would be warned as well. Then I settled down to write the report.

It wasn't until we were over Kentucky that things changed. I became aware of a long barreled Magnum scratching my forehead. I slowly looked up to see a deranged Hayden standing there. He grabbed the laptop and flung it at the wall. It hit the wall and landed on the floor. He put two bullets through the keyboard, right into the hard drive. This wasn't looking good.

"Hands behind the seat, boy!" he screamed.

I complied quickly. He cuffed my hands together and then sat down in the seat in front of me. He lit a cigar and blew the smoke upward and smiled.

"First I get my revenge on you. I get to watch you die gloriously while I parachute down to Earth. Then I shall hunt down Rudy and make him pay. Then it will be that bastard and his black bastard. I'll whip them to death! Once they are dead, I'll take all of his boys and create the biggest boy slave empire ever!" he cackled.

"If you say so," I said.

He grabbed my hair and yanked on it hard, causing me to wince in pain.

"I say so. Gotta run," he said and kissed me hard on the mouth. "Wish I had the time to fuck your brains out, kid."

"That's good," I said. "Certainly wouldn't want anything you got."

He punched me hard in the face and I tried to roll with the punch, but it hurt. I smiled at him as he snarled.

"Not bad old man," I said. "You've been working out."

He walked over to a seat and pulled a parachute on and strapped it in place. He walked over to the door and opened it and the door blew off and vanished. There was an instant tornado inside the plane. Anything not locked down went flying. Then it stopped once the plane passed the 1200 mark. I watched him fling parachutes out the door.

"Sorry about that kiddo!" he laughed. "Can't have you escape your fate!"

I watched him dive out next. I was alone.

***

Okay, picture this if you can. Maniac flied plane up into the sky. Waits until you are relaxed and unaware of danger to your life, comes out and ties you to chair and then treats you to a twenty minute rant about things, opens door, straps on parachute, tosses the rest out of the door, bids you fond farewell, and dives out. That's exactly the situation I found myself in. I cussed myself out for not checking the pilot. I took care of the cuffs and stood up and quickly searched the plane for any parachutes. There was none to be found since he tossed them all out. I ran up into the cockpit area to find all the gages destroyed and broken wires everywhere. Okay, time to jump and hope my abilities are enough to save my worthless ass. I took a quick walk out the door and watched the plane fall away from me. I rolled over and assumed the skydiver position and scanned for the asshole. My thinking was that I could find him and knock him cold and pop the chute and ride his ass all the way down. I located his thought patterns and began flying. I came up on his position and he blinked at me in shock as I waved hello. He sneered at me and yanked on the cord. The parachute popped out, and he went up rapidly out of sight. Okay, I now had a new problem. That avenue was no longer available. Fine. I'd have to get down the hard way. I assumed the skydiver's position once more and relaxed. I started to move myself slowly in a new direction, a little at a time. I could make out details now, the land becoming clearer with each passing second. I finally gained control over my momentum and speed. Off to my right I spotted a fireball far below me. I hoped the plane didn't crash into anything populated. I turned my attention back to my current crisis and then saw a pond off to my right. I steered towards it and got closer and closer. Now I could see four naked boys pointing up at me. I managed to catch a slight updraft, rode it to the top, and then put my feet together and my arms straight to my sides. I dropped right into the pond, dead center. I went down to the bottom and then kicked upward. They were right there with their floating rafts and helped me to the shore.

"Hi," I smiled, adjusting my tie as I stood there dripping wet. "Hope you didn't mind my dropping in unannounced."

All four just shook their heads and started to laugh. I laughed right along with them.

"You okay dude?" the oldest boy asked.

I nodded. "I am now."

He reached for my tie and took it off me. "Going to be awhile before we get picked up. Want to have fun?"

I stood on the balcony of the Jorgenson Inn later that evening, feeling good about myself. I had my first solo mission and survived it. The Kentucky State Police found the parachute that Hayden left behind and started searching the area. The plane had crashed into a rocky unpopulated area and was recovered. The four boys had been fun to be with. The five way had been fun and the younger boy certainly knew how to suck cock. He sure could ride, too. I told them all about Peckertown and they said they went there every summer and had loads of fun. They had an Uncle who lived there. I called home and reported in to Hejiro and he promised extra training. I think I'm in trouble now! I left messages on Dad's cell and then hung up the phone and relaxed. There was a knock at the door and I went over to answer it. A young redheaded ten years old was standing there with a cart in front of him. He smiled shyly.

"I was told to entertain you tonight and take care of your needs," he said in a soft voice that sent chills up and down my spine.

This was going to be fun.

Shiro's up in his own exciting adventure! Stay tuned, folks!

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