David

Samurai, Inc.

Chapters 28-31

Neil and Sacha team up in this episode. This story takes place before the events of 'Return to Brazil' taking place in the Arkansas Vacation story, written by my good friend Sid. Enjoy!

Neil

New Year's Eve in Hollywood. That was an experience. Last New Year's Eve party the team spent in Peckertown and we never forgot it. The sight of one of the Baby House boys coming down the side of the Jorgenson Building in a totally awesome looking crib that had 200x lit up on the side of it in neon red lights was unforgettable. Once he hit the ground, the whole place just literally came apart as we did out very best to welcome in the New Year. Oh take me to Las Vegas, New York, Tokyo, or Sidney for a New Year's Celebration, but none of them could ever match or beat the one in Peckertown. As it was, we spent this one in Hollywood. They definitely did theirs in style. Sacha and I had been dispatched to protect our newest client named Liam Oakend. He was one of the main stars of a movie called Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events. Jim Casey is not one of my favorite actors, but Liam certainly did a hell of a job in the movie. The baby I thought had the best scenes.

Liam was much cuter in person. He stood about five foot six 1.68 m], brown hair, and really nice green eyes. I could feel little Neil reacting. A look at Sacha and I could tell he was hot and horny. As usual. His parents were going out of town and Liam had been invited to the Nickelodeon Kid's New Year's party. His parents hired us when they were told of our excellent reputation (having good friends in the right places does help) and we were to accompany him for the next few days. We would be staying at his place and going with him to the party and to three PR engagements to promote the movie. Okay, easy stuff, we've done this before. No problem, right? Damn, there goes fucking Mr. Murphy, laughing his ass off at us. Here comes trouble.

Getting to the Nickelodeon Kid's New Year's Eve show wasn't a problem. Getting in wasn't a problem. Dealing with the very flaming gay director was. The guy just wouldn't sit still and let the more experienced people work the show. He was everywhere, being an obnoxious pest, acting like he was God's gift to Hollywood. Even the celebrity kids were getting pissed off. Sacha decided to step in and solve the problem in his own unique way. He pinned the idiot to the wall with his right hand and popped two of his claws on his left hand on either side of the man's neck. Boy did that get the man's attention fast! Sacha leaned forward and whispered something to the man as we watched him wet his pants completely. Then he bared his long sharp canines and growled. The man's eyes rolled up into his head as Sacha retracted his claws and let the man drop to the floor.

"Problem solved, folks!" he called out cheerfully. He got a big round of applause as two stagehands dragged him off to a room. Both Sacha and I ran out of business cards that night to potential clients and saw a bunch of very familiar faces. We introduced Liam around to our previous clients, making sure we introduced him to Guy Truant, a director we knew very well. I was sure he could use Liam's acting talent. Then the show got started.

Our good friend Billy Golman was MC for the show. He got it started with a big band version of My Girl and the audience responded to it in a big way. Even I liked it. From there it was a long parade of kid actors coming on and doing songs, little comedy skits, dance numbers, and various clips were shown of great moments and funny outtakes from the various movies that kid actors had done through the year. The first big surprise of the evening was at the first quarter of the show. Billy was grinning and I wondered what he was up to now.

"Ladies and gentlemen, from Peckertown Arkansas, please welcome Aaron Cutler and Harley Joel Oswald," Billy waved to the left side of the stage. Both of them came out in matching light blue tuxedos, holding hands. They waved to the crowd as all of the kid actors and singers stood up and gave them an outstanding ovation that lasted at least five minutes.

"Thank you very much," Harley said once people sat down.

"It's a pleasure to be here tonight and help ring in the New Year," Aaron said.

"We are here tonight on behalf of the Young Actor's Guild to present a very special award," Harley said.

"That's right, Harley. This award is brand new and we are very honored to be asked to present it," Aaron said.

"This award is called the Young Actor of the Year Award. This award recognizes the young actor or actress who has given so much of themselves and has done so much to promote charities and worthy causes, and has time and time again demonstrated their great acting talents," Harley said.

"The first ever recipient of this award is…" Aaron reached for the envelope as a drum roll sounded.

"Mr. David Gallagher!" Harley and Aaron announced together. The camera quickly focused on David Gallagher as he blinked in shock. Then he smiled and stood up, heading for the stage as the crowd gave him an outstanding ovation. He shook hands with Aaron and Harley and then took the plaque from Harley. Aaron and Harley stepped back, giving David room at the podium.

"Wow. I just don't know what to say," he stammered. "This is just awesome, thank you very much. I take my work with the various charities that I've volunteered my time with very seriously. It makes me happy to see the kids that the charities assist benefit from the help and intervention to improve the quality of their lives. I really never realized just how many out there were in need when I first got involved, and seeing how much better their lives have improved is definitely worth all of the long hours and hard work. Thank you very much for this award."

David shook hands with Billy, Aaron, and Harley once more before leaving the stage. The show continued on for another hour until all kinds of lights and sirens started going off. I got nervous and started looking around, missing the big screen coming down from above the stage.

"Calling all Kids Next Door agents!" the English accent of Numbah One sounded. Everyone then realized it was part of the show and welcomed the Kids Next Door to the show. Billy stepped out on the stage and turned to the big screen.

"Hi, Numbah One! What brings you guys around?" Billy asked.

"All of us were asked by the Young Actors Guild to present a special award," Numbah Five said.

"Yeah! It's a way cool one too!" the Aussie accent of Numbah Four eagerly said.

"Numbah Two, the detail please," Numbah One said. The heavyset boy turned to the console behind him and picked up a sheet of paper. "This is a new award from the Young Actors Guild, presented to the director who works well with young actors, actresses, and singers, helping them to perfect their talents," Numbah Two said.

"Here's the envelope, Numbah One. Just delivered by courier," Numbah Five handed Numbah One the brown envelope.

"Yes, thank you Numbah Five. The first recipient of the prestigious award is…" Numbah One paused as he opened the envelope. "Guy Truant!"

Sacha

Guy Truant looked very shocked. Kids were patting him on the back, shoulders, and rubbing his head as he sat there. Then he realized this was for real. He stood up and made his way to the stage and to the podium where two kids dressed in Kids Next Door costumes handed him the plaque and departed. He looked at it for a moment and then put it down.

"Thanks to all of you. This is indeed an unexpected pleasure. I have always wanted to work with young people who are actors, actresses, and singers simply because I felt that all of you deserved to get the chance to show your talents and prove that you do have what it takes to be in this business. All the time and effort I have put in working with some of you have paid off, because you have become great actors, actresses, and singers. I have learned a great deal from you, thank you. I sincerely hope to get the chance to work with those I have not yet met, I know we will learn a great deal from each other. Thank you for this great honor," Guy said, smiling. As the crowd gave him an ovation, I noticed his hand slipping into his pocket and pulling out his cell phone. A moment later he put it back into his pocket.

"This is a perfect moment for me to announce my next project to be starting in the spring. I will have the privilege of working with four great actors on the set of a new movie to be filmed in Arkansas. They are Jake Llewellyn, Jonathan Lapinski, Charlotte Church, David Gallagher, and cameo roles by wrestler Bill Goldberg and Pierce Brosnan, with new music from Aaron Cutler, Powersound, Elton John, and Metallica!" he announced delightedly. The crowd reacted very positively to that. I had the feeling we would be involved in that project for sure. I was looking forward to it already.

"Congratulations from all of us at the Kids Next Door," Numbah One said as the noise died down.

"Thank you Numbah One," Guy said.

"On behalf of the Kids Next Door, we hereby confer upon you the Numbah Two hundred, and give you active agent status," Numbah Two announced. The two kids came out and pinned a medallion to his tux jacket, saluted him, and then dashed off the stage as the crowd applauded.

"Thanks guys," Guy said.

"You're so cute!" Numbah Three giggled. That got a round of laughter as Guy blushed. "Thank you Numbah Three," he smiled. "Now let's get the party started!" He waved as he left the stage, the applause ringing through the auditorium.

"Up next is the first ever Kids Next Door rock video, with music from Powersound, Aaron Cutler, Jesse McCoy, and Billy Golman!" Numbah One announced as Numbah Two pulled a lever in the background.

What followed was a montage of the funniest moments from the Kids Next Door show, with screwups and prop failures to boot. I enjoyed it and so did the crowd. I definitely was having a good time, and so was Neil and Liam. I thought the high point of the evening was when Aaron and Harley came out and sang Come Rain, Come Shine together. They really seemed so happy together.

"Five minutes to midnight!" Billy called out. "Grab your noisemakers and get ready to blow the roof off!" That got the crowd excited and ready to go. The big screen made another appearance and this time New York's Times Square was on the screen. The camera focused in on the big red apple and then moments later it started to move. All of us were on our feet and counting down the seconds as the apple dropped. At soon as the clock hit zero, we let out a huge yell that I have no doubt all of Hollywood heard and rang in the New Year. The band played the New Year's song and we all sang along. We finally settled down a few minutes later and then a loud "woooooo!" came from the stage. There was no mistaking that voice. A spotlight lit up Little Richard at the piano.

"Let's get rocking!" he yelled, and started banging on the piano. A moment later kids were dancing on the floor and in the aisles. The party was well under way.

About two in the morning it was decided to head on home. All three of us were tired and we didn't want to miss the football games. We shook hands with Billy, Aaron, Harley, Guy, and a few others as we left. We introduced Liam to guy and a few other people, making sure he was accepted into the circle. I had no doubts he'd be fine.

"Where's the limo?" I asked as we walked out into the parking lot. Our driver saw us and waved to us. We walked over and got in. We were staying at Liam's place for the week, courtesy of Liam's parents.

"Oh man, what a night!" Liam said as he pulled his tie off.

"Sure was a lot of fun," I agreed. Neil nodded. "Those awards were definitely a surprise, and well deserved ones too."

"How do you guys know Guy Truant?" Liam asked. Neil related the first adventure in Arkansas as Liam and I listened.

"Didn't it bother you being there?" Liam asked.

"No. I was comfortable with the whole scene," Neil said. I nodded. "So was I. It's changed a great deal since those early days. A lot of the boys who come there now do so with the intent of running their own lives as they see fit. A number of them start their own businesses and do extremely well, while other just want to get away from the harassment and abuse they've had to live with after coming out gay to friends and family. A lot of them have found a life partner and the peace and security that go with it. Yes, quite a few have gone there simply because they enjoy sex." If I had been paying a lot more attention, I would have seen the smirk on the driver's face. My first clue that something was wrong was when my vision started acting funny. I looked up towards the front and the partition between driver and the passenger compartment was closed. My mind felt sluggish and my body was having a hard time cooperating with my mind.

"Gas attack," I said, finally getting my mouth to work. You would have thought with my mutant healing ability I would shake this off very quickly, but the truth was this was the first time I had encountered a sleep gas and it was very potent if it was affecting me like this. Neil was already passed out and Liam wasn't too far behind. I moved slowly to the car door with the intention of cutting it open. But I saw the black carpet rising rapidly to meet my face and that was the last thing I remembered. Whoever it was got us good.

I woke up slow, a sure sign I was suffering from the effects of the attack. Good news now was that the next time I'd be able to shake off the attack a lot faster. Oh fucking joy. I managed to sit up and look around. I was in some kind of room. It was square, the metal walls smooth and seamless. Great. That meant I would have to find the fucking door with my sense of smell, provided it hadn't been affected. I stumbled around the room, hoping to catch the scent of some kind of oil that they might use on the door hinges or at least a human scent to indicate where the door might be. It took me awhile to find it, but the trace scent of good old Brut got my attention. Now I had an idea where the door was. By that time I was fully awake and in full command of myself. I felt the smile coming. It was time to nail these bastards, and I was going to enjoy it. I popped my claws and went to work. Within ten minutes I was out of there. I stood in the hallway after pushing the door back into place and hoped the people who had us would buy the scam. If not, I was gonna be dancing with them very quickly. There is a time to be very sneaky and a time to flat out fight. This was one of those times I needed to be very sneaky. I had to find Neil and Liam first. I picked a direction and started searching for them.

Neil

My head felt like Big Ben was ringing inside it. I sat up a little too quickly and regretted it instantly. I started to feel better once I had vented my stomach (a very polite way of saying I upchucked). I stood up and looked around the room I was in. Four plain walls. No exit, no entry. No Liam either. Oh shit. Thank you fucking very much, Mr. Murphy. Okay, first order of business is to contact Sacha.

Yo brother, I called out.

Right here, brother of mine. Just need to figure out where you are, Sacha's thoughts came at me.

What the fuck? I asked. Sacha snorted. Damn good question. Wish I had the time to ask questions, but haven't crossed anyone's path yet.

Lucky them, I sighed.

Got a line on Liam yet? Sacha asked. I closed my eyes and pictured Liam in my head. Working on it now. I found him moments later. He was in a similar room and alone. Good. Now to 'talk' to him and hopefully not scare the crap out of him.

Liam, I projected into his mind. He reacted, jumping to his feet. "Who's there?"

Liam, it's Neil, I said.

"Your voice, it's inside my head!" Liam exclaimed.

Yes. Please trust me. I'll explain everything proper once we get out of here. Sacha is looking for us now, I said. I felt him calm down and relax.

"What do they want?"

I don't know, Liam. They haven't said a thing to me yet, I said. I could see what thoughts were running through his head. He was going over all of his recent memories to find a possible clue as to why this happened. I saw a flash of two men yelling at each other inside a trailer.

Liam, concentrate on the memory of those two men arguing inside the trailer, I said. It's important.

"Okay," he said. The memory became clearer and I studied the two men.

"The one on the right sitting in the chair was the director. The other man was a special effects guy, something to do with explosives. He was fired because he went a little too far trying to push a scene in which the Count Olaf tries to blow up something with our characters inside it. The director decided against it saying it would be too costly," Liam said as the memory solidified.

Sacha. Possible explosive booby traps, I called out a warning.

Bastards, Sacha growled. Thanks for the warning.

"I had heard he had been an explosives expert in some place called Vietnam," Liam said. That got my attention very quickly. Dad might know this guy, or know of someone who knew him. I filed the information away for later reference.

Are you hurt? I asked Liam.

"Other than an upset stomach, no. My head still feels funny," Liam reported.

I nodded. Okay. That's probably a side effect of the gas they used on us, I said.

I couldn't smell the fucking thing, Sacha growled.

Liam sighed. "From what I remember from my science classes, most gases don't have an odor, but there are a few that do. Can't remember what they are at the moment. Head hurts too much."

I nodded. You're right about that. This one was just a basic sleep gas, except this one was a bit more potent than usual.

I wanna discuss that with the asshole, Sacha growled.

Liam laughed out loud and I relaxed a little, knowing he would be okay now. I looked around my own room and studied the walls and tried to figure out where the door was. Just as I found the door, Liam gasped.

"There's something metal coming through a wall!" he cried.

Relax Liam, just me. I'll have you out of there in a moment, Sacha said.

"You found a saw that cuts through metal?" Liam asked. I felt Sacha hesitate.

Not exactly. Like Neil said, we'll explain everything later. For now we just need to get the hell out of dodge, Sacha said, using one of Dad's favorite expressions.

I'll be out in a moment, I said.

Good. Liam and I will find you as soon as I get him out. Just be careful, Sacha said as I manipulated the door's handle. It swung open effortlessly and I peeked out into the hall. I stepped out and then closed my eyes, relaxing and throwing things and questions into a mental filing cabinet in my head to clear my mind. I searched for mental thought patters and found only Sacha and Liam. That surprised me. I thought the bad guys would have hung around to talk to us once we woke up. I checked my watch. It was now eleven in the morning, New Year's Day. I turned in the direction of Sacha and Liam and set off.

Sacha

I stuck my head inside the hole I created with my claws and grinned at Liam. "Anybody call a locksmith?" I cracked. Liam actually laughed at the joke. Good. That meant he was starting to relax a little. He walked over to the hole and I helped him out.

"Not the best cutting job but it works," I said. "Now we find Neil." I must have improved a lot between waking up and getting Liam out of his room because I heard footsteps behind me. I spun around and popped my claws out just as Neil came around the corner. I heard Liam behind me gasp in shock.

"Love you too brother," Neil said with a smile.

I pulled my claws back in and shook my head. "That little scare you gave me blew the last of the gas from my system, thanks to the adrenaline rush you gave me."

Neil nodded. "Good. That means you'll be at peak performance while we get out of here. Nobody's here in the building, by the way."

"You sure?" Liam asked. "If I were the bad guy, I'd be hanging around until we woke up and give you guys the nasty boy speech where I tell you I am God and you are nothing and people will do what I tell them and so on." Neil and I laughed out loud at what he said. He simply stated what Neil and I had been wondering. Liam stretched and sighed.

"So, how do we get out of here?" he asked.

I smiled. "Very carefully."

I won't bother you with the details of how we got out. Our first surprise was finding ourselves in the middle of a snowy forest. Neil looked around for a moment and then closed his eyes. I knew he was searching for people. I turned and went back inside, thinking I'd find some thick jackets or blankets to wrap around us when we walked through the snow.

"Got something," Neil announced a moment later. Liam and I looked at him as he grinned.

"Place called Camp Green Pines. Dad has a friend there, guy named Tom Jeffers, remember?" Neil prodded my memory. I grinned. I did remember the guy from Dad's last birthday party. I had read about him in the logbook when Dad and Neil teamed up to protect Jonathan Lapinski.

"I do remember the guy. Got his number in your cell?" I asked. Neil patted his pockets and came up with his cell. I shook my head at the sloppiness of the tango who nabbed us. Stupid fool. Neil punched the buttons while I searched the office for a map of the area.

"Tom Jeffers? This is Neil of Samurai Inc. calling," I heard Neil say a moment later, having reached the guy. Liam stood next to me as I looked at the map for the exact location of the camp. Finding it, I marked it with a blue pushpin and then started going in circles around the map to try and find any marked buildings, roads, or landmarks. I was pissed at not having a GPS on me at the moment. Liam was poking around inside the office and then went into the room next door. I could hear him opening drawers and cabinets until I heard the sharp intake of breath. I spun away from the map and found him in the doorway with something in his hand.

"I found this. The box said it was something called GPS. Will it help?" Liam asked me.

"Do grizzly bears fuck?" I cracked as I took it from him. Liam looked puzzled at me.

"Never mind," I sighed. I turned it on and nothing happened. I flipped it over and opened the battery compartment. It was empty. Shit, piss, and fuck. Mr. Fucking Murphy was gonna make this hard on us.

"We need to find batteries?" Liam asked.

"Double A batteries," I said. "Eight of them." Liam, Neil, and I started searching rooms, leapfrogging ahead of each other, Neil keeping tabs on us with his abilities until we heard Liam yell. Both of us ran into the room he was in and skidded to a top. There in front of us was a pile of snow ski gear. Liam had found gold, the mother lode, the jackpot, and the treasure chest all rolled into one.

"Great find, Liam!" I grinned. "Now we can get the hell out of here." Digging through the gear we found the batteries we needed and I headed back to the room where I had found the map. Minutes later I knew exactly were we were.

"Two miles [3 km] above Green Pines?" Neil asked as he stood in the room looking at the map and my markings.

"Yeah. Make travel down the hill easy for us," I said. Neil smiled. "Good. The sooner we get out of here the better." I had to agree there.

As it turned out Liam knew how to snow ski, another lucky break for us. Dad had made it mandatory for all Samurai Inc. members to learn how to snow ski and everything that could go with it, including going past targets on the range and shooting a perfect score into the targets while moving. Between all of us, we shot more ammo than the military ever did according to Dad, and second behind the legendary Richard Marcinko (he is very real, being a retired Navy Seal captain with thirty years under his belt. He currently writes the Navy Seal team books that he is famous for. This gentleman has my complete respect) on a daily basis as part of our training regimen. I was hoping there would be weapons here as well, but there wasn't any to be found. Just as well. Who needs weapons when you have your personal ones at hand? Mine never fail to do the job when needed.

We suited up and moved out, and none too soon. As we moved off into the trees, Neil looked back at me and flashed the 'enemy present' signal. I dug my poles into the snow and turned around in a 180-degree turn, skiing backwards. Now I could see movement at the building and knew the bad guy was here. Well the fucker was too late to stop us and there wasn't fuck all he could do now. I turned around in another 180-degree turn and facing forward, started moving. Then the bastard had the fucking nerve to shoot at me. I heard the soft pop of the rifle going off and ducked quickly. The bullet hit the tree with a loud 'thwack' sound, convincing me that it was time to really get the hell out of there.

You okay? Neil asked.

Just fine. Keep moving. Fucker can't hit us now. Too far out of range, I said. Mr. Murphy decided now was a good time to yank our balls hard. I heard the sound of a snowmobile start up. I stopped at a pine tree long enough to smack my head against it a few times, teaching myself to never second guess the bad guys again. I dug in hard and raced down the mountain after Liam and Neil. The race was on for sure now.

Neil

I watched Sacha bang his head against the pine tree a few times, wondering why. The answer became obvious a moment later when a snowmobile came blasting into sight. Oh fuck. Damn Mr. Murphy did it again. Liam didn't hesitate to stop and look. He shifted into a racer's crouch and started racing down the hill. I copied his actions and followed him down the hill, using my abilities to dial the cell phone after making sure the earpiece was secure in my right ear.

"Tom Jeffers," came back at me.

"It's Neil sir," I replied. "Bad guys chasing us now, arrived on site just as we were leaving. They have snowmobiles and guns. We are two miles [3 km] above big Bear highway. Once we get to the highway, a mile [1½ km] from Camp Green Pines."

"Exact coordinates," he snapped. I gave them and hear the sound of brakes being applied roughly. Jeffers was out on the road, looking for us.

"I'll be at the road waiting to exfil you guys. I got Pops riding shotgun with me, he'll deal with the tangos if needed," he said. I looked up to see Sacha waiting by the base of a large tree. He kicked it hard and the tree began to fall. I realized what he'd done.

"Sacha just chopped a big tree down to use it as a roadblock on these guys. Hopefully it will get them," I said as I raced under the falling tree. It landed with a thump and Sacha quickly joined me. I gave him a quick thumbs up and followed him down the mountain.

"We just passed the half mile [½ km] mark, got another mile and a half [2 km] to go," I reported. I heard a loud noise and looked behind me to see a snowmobile go to pieces against the tree, the two riders flying in different directions.

"One snowmobile down, three more behind us," I reported.

"Stay in the trees if you can," Jeffers commanded. "That will make it hard for them to shoot."

Liam, Sacha, stay inside the trees if you can. That should give the shooters a hard time, I pathed. I saw Liam raise his right hand and react, along with Sacha. I moved into the trees and watched Sacha do a 180-degree turn and ski backwards, reaching out to leave a ski pole stuck in the branches of two pine trees, creating a deadly trap. I couldn't avoid it, so I laid back and zipped underneath it. The driver and passenger of the snowmobile behind us wasn't so lucky. They went flying and the snowmobile exploded after impacting a very large tree. Number two down, two left.

"Two left," I reported. Jeffers chuckled. "Good. Tell us later."

"Deal. One mile [1½ km] mark," I said. "Liam is first, Sacha second, and I am last."

"Good. We have taken up position and are ready for your arrival," Jeffers said. Hearing that made me feel better. Something was going right. I felt the four tangos behind me split up, one to the right and one to the left.

"Big Bear police at our location, ready to assist," Jeffers said.

"Good. One pair went left and the other went right. They are waiting for us to come out of the tree line," I reported. I watched Sacha break out of the tree line and go wide to the left using his claws to chop down smaller trees, dropping them in the path of the left pair of tangos. Sacha did another turn around, placing his last ski pole across another pair of trees. He back flipped and did a nice turn around in mid air, landing on his skis and going fast once more. Sacha as you may know by now has approximately two hundred pounds [90 kg] of adamatium metal bonded to his skeleton courtesy of the Professor, one of Samurai Inc.'s biggest enemies, and is therefore a heavy fucker, had trained in gymnastics for months to do back flips, front flips, and any kind of moves one does in gymnastics. He might not win the Olympic gymnastic events, but he does them very well.

The snowmobile following him suddenly found his ski pole. Ouch. The snowmobile kept going without the windshield and passengers. Said passengers were currently flying in mid air with out any assistance. What goes up eventually comes down, and they definitely came down the very hard way. We later learned they would be spending months in traction in the hospital ward of the prison they were sentenced to. I flashed thumbs up to Sacha and he grinned. I faced forward and realized we were coming up to the road.

Liam, go straight to the Hummer you'll see once you hit the road. Sacha is right behind you. I'm gonna give these remaining guys a big surprise, I pathed. Liam raised his right hand as I had told him to do if and when he 'heard' me. Then suddenly we were out of the tree line and coming up to the road. I watched Liam leap off a snowbank, kicking his snow skis off and landing on his feet, running the last few steps to the Hummer. Sacha and I did the same, but I stayed out of the Hummer. The snowmobile following us crashed on the road right behind the Hummer and I created my deranged wolf illusion. Oh my God did it ever work. The two tangos stood up after getting free of the snowmobile, took one look at the deranged wolf standing upright on it's hind legs, dropped their guns, shit and pissed their pants, and then passed out.

"Fucking awesome!" Liam yelled. "I love it!" Jeffers had to laugh as the cops started to applaud. I turned around and faced the hill, using my powers to round up the other six and bring them down the hill. They snarled at us when I dropped them in front of the cops. Liam smiled and pointed to a spot over their shoulders. The deranged wolf came back for an encore performance. All six turned white and did the same thing as their companions on the ground did.

"Thanks kid," the police lieutenant said. "That makes it easy for us to cuff them and stuff them." We all laughed at the joke. Liam got into the Hummer first, followed by Sacha and then me. Jeffers would contact a pilot buddy of his and get us flown back to LA in the morning. Fine by us, we were tired from the day's action.

Sacha

I emerged from the shower feeling very clean once again. As I pulled on the shorts Jeffers had loaned me, I saw the bedroom door close out of the corner of my left eye. I knew it was Liam from the scent he left at the doorway. I smiled to myself, knowing that some fun could be had if I played the scene just right. I'd have to tell Neil. As Neil passed me in the hall, I whispered into his ear for a moment and he nodded. He went into the bedroom and straight into the shower. A few minutes later I saw Liam slip down the hall. I knew where he was going.

Showtime, dear brother. He's in place, I pathed to Neil.

Got it, Neil pathed back, and then broke the connection. I turned my attention back to the living room of the main house where we were currently in. Jeffers had his own cabin when the camp was in operations and the staff there, but at the moment the camp was closed for the holidays and Jeffers took up residence in the main house. I ambled into the living room and accepted a cup of hot chocolate and the aroma of cigars reached my nose. I followed it to the humidifier and pulled one out. Oh yeah, a genuine Havana Cuban. I smiled as I lit it carefully. My mutant ability is an accelerated healing ability. My body can heal it's self of any germ, poison, injury, or drug. As we all know, nicotine is a destructive drug if used on a daily basis, resulting in cancer or worse years later down the road, but having a rapid healing ability, my body can erase the damage very quickly. So I can smoke and drink knowing it will never hurt me. The cigars are a once in a great while thing, never really getting into them and I have the occasional drink, having learned my lesson about getting shitfaced (did the time I went and rescued Micah Anders [Chapter 16]). I looked up to see Liam slip back into the living room area a minute later.

Gave him the full monty, Neil pathed. I smiled. Good. Let's get him home first before we make our move.

Good idea, Neil agreed. We settled down on the couches and relaxed. Tom Jeffers was in the kitchen making a big pot of chili. Liam finally noticed I was smoking a cigar.

"You smoke?" he asked.

"Every now and then," I replied. "My mutant talent lets me do it safely."

Liam blinked "Mutant talent?" he asked, providing me with the opening I needed.

"Yeah, mutant talent. My body can heal it's self much more rapidly than usual," I said, picking up a small knife off the cutting board where we had been cutting slices of cheese and sausage. I sat down next to him and cut a line in my forearm, causing the wound to bleed rapidly. A moment later the wound vanished, leaving no scars behind. Liam's eyes got bigger than dinner plates.

"That's not all, either. There was a very evil dude calling himself the Professor. He grabbed me off the streets of Kiev in Russia. He… he decided it would be fun to mess around with me," I said, the memories coming back to me. I felt Neil's arms go around me and I drew strength from that.

"He strapped me down to a table and somehow managed to get a super strong metal called adamatium bonded to my skeleton. In addition to that, he implanted these into my arms," I said, popping my claws out. "They stay inside my forearms and then come out of my hands when I need them." Liam turned pale at the sight of the six razor sharp claws. I retracted them a moment later and sighed.

"David Logan found me while on a mission in Russia. Neil saved my life by getting inside my head and fixing a few things. The Russians decided that David Logan should adopt me and take me home with him. Since then my life has gotten better, learning so much about myself and what it is I can do, but most of all knowing that I have been accepted for who and what I am. Dad wouldn't care if I was normal or mutant, he's proven to me he loves me and so have my three brothers. My life is nearly normal," I said, sitting back and gently squeezing Neil's hand.

"Why would someone do that to you?" Liam asked softly. I sipped my drink and thought for a moment. "I don't have a clear answer, Liam. God only knows what the Professor had in mind. Fortunately he doesn't have all of his research on what he did to me anymore. My brother Shiro uploaded the entire contents of his computers to English Secret Service just before we blew up his base. One of these days I will ask him why if I ever meet him again."

Liam nodded. "I hope you get even with him."

I thought about that. For the longest time I had entertained thoughts of killing the man but as time passed those thought had come less and less, to be replaced with thoughts of how best to use the abilities to help those in need. I know Zeus would tell me that I was changing my thinking about myself and he is right. I decided to call him first chance I got when I got home.

"You said Neil got into your head and fixed things. How did he do that? I heard his voice in my head. How did he do that?" Liam asked.

I looked over at Neil. "That's your department, brother."

Neil laughed out loud. "I am what people would call telepathic. I project my thoughts into people's heads, and find out what they are thinking. The only reason I went into your head because it was the easiest way for me to tell you things. I give you my word of honor, I will never invade your private thoughts without your permission."

Liam nodded to that. "I trust you."

I watched as Liam dropped his arm down on the couch's armrest, only to discover it wasn't there. The look on his face when he discovered he was floating two feet [60 cm] above the couch was priceless.

"You're telekinetic," he gasped.

Neil grinned as he put Liam down. "Very good."

"I saw something about all of this on the Discovery channel sometime ago," Liam said. "It was so interesting to watch people bend spoons and so on."

"I'm much more powerful than that," Neil said. "There are different levels of power, and my abilities seem to be without limits."

Liam shook his head in amazement. "You guys certainly are unique. Now I know why you guys were so highly recommended."

"Thanks," I said. "There's a lot of others who will agree with you." Tom then called us into the dining room for dinner, and then after that we called it a night. We were tired from the day's events.

Neil

We flew back into LA midmorning. Navy Seal friends escorted us back to Liam's house and did a room check before letting us in. Liam went to the phone and called his parents first thing while Sacha and I talked to a police detective. Turned out he was a retired Seal and knew Dad.

"The guy that the director fired from the movie had it all planned out. He wanted to blow up the building with all three of you inside. Fool made one mistake, and that was not knowing about your special talents," he grinned.

"Always bet on Samurai Inc. coming to the rescue," I said. Jackie nodded. "Your dad was a hell of a guy. He took his job seriously, and he never failed to help somebody in need. Too bad the current Navy brass can't understand that," Jackie said. Liam walked into the living room and handed Sacha the phone. Sacha took it and went to the far corner of the room and started talking.

"I take it the rat is going up on attempted murder charges?" I said.

Jackie grinned. "From what the chief of police in Big Bear says, the case against him will be so easy. The dude keeps screaming about deranged wolves attacking him." Liam grinned as I broke out in laughter. Jackie grinned as well.

"Gee, I wonder why," Liam said with a straight face. All three of us broke up in laughter once more.

"Well, I'll get out of here and leave you kids alone. Take care," he said as he left. Now we had the house to ourselves. I turned as Sacha hung up the phone.

"Everything cool?" I asked.

Sacha nodded. "Yup. The Oakends decided it was better to reschedule the PR shows for another day once all that business is done with. The studios agreed and so did Jim Casey. He wants to hire us to protect Liam for when the trial starts."

I yawned as I sat down. "Good deal. We can do that."

"Why don't I give you guys the tour?" Liam said.

"Cool. We can dump our bags into the bedroom later," Sacha said. As houses go this one was pretty much typical. The hot tub and the playroom (not that kind of playroom guys) were extras and the game systems were certainly up to date. Liam even had a few games we didn't have back home yet.

"Why don't I run our bags upstairs to the guest room before we start running a game marathon?" I suggested.

"How about jumping into the Jacuzzi first? I'm in the mood for a little relaxation first," Liam said.

If ever there was a perfect opportunity that was it. I turned and floated the luggage upstairs as Sacha opened one of the ops laptops we had and booted it up, starting an after action report. I felt Liam come up the stairs behind me and knew that Liam had taken the bait. I grinned. I did a slow strip and the stretched out on the bed. I took my six inches [15 cm] in hand and started stroking myself off. I felt Sacha come up behind Liam.

"Oh yes," I groaned as I shot off. I looked down in time to see Liam shoot a respectable load himself.

"Nice cock," I said. Liam leapt straight up banging his head against the bottom of Sacha's chin as I sat up on the bed. Sacha stumbled backwards in surprise, not expecting him to do that. Liam stood there looking like a deer having got caught in headlights.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

Liam rubbed the top of his head. "I'll live. How did you guys know?" I led Liam into the room as Neil wiped himself off with a t-shirt.

"Easy. It was obvious from the looks you were giving us. Sacha saw you watching me and I saw you watching Sacha. I didn't have to go inside your head to figure it out," Neil said.

Liam sighed. "I've wondered if I was nuts for wanting to look at another guy."

"Happens to all of us guys. We're curious about what the other guy has in his pants. Nothing unusual about that," Sacha said.

"So you don't think I'm nuts," Liam said.

"Hell no," I said. "I have an idea if you're game. Let's hit the Jacuzzi naked and talk." Liam smiled. "Count me in." Sacha stood up and stripped down naked as Liam watched. Then he did it and he certainly had a nice body to look at. We headed down after Liam grabbed three towels from the bathroom. The Jacuzzi by then was at the right temperature and we slid in. I sighed as I closed his eyes.

"This feels good," Sacha commented.

"This feels great!" Liam laughed. "I've been in here naked a few times on my own, but never with anyone else. Don't think I'll forget this!" I smiled. "Happens all the time back home. All of us guys on the team are real comfortable doing it."

"Sure, because it's around family and not strangers or clients," Liam remarked. Oh how little did he know! But I wasn't about to blow client confidentiality and a half dozen team rules in the process. One day he'll find out. For now all he knew was just the three of us together.

"Um, do you guys mind if I ask something?" Liam asked a moment later. I nodded. "Sure. We'll give you the honest truth."

"Are you guys gay?" Liam asked, blushing slightly. I nodded. "Yes we are. Sacha and I are a couple and have been long before we became brothers. We're out to our brothers and our Dad, but nobody else. We know for sure people wouldn't understand."

"Wow, that's cool. Gives a whole new meaning to brotherly love," Liam commented as he shifted on the seat.

"That it does. We wouldn't have it any other way," I said. I had the feeling Liam wanted to ask something else. I looked at Sacha and he gave me a slight nod. We had just agreed to play with Liam.

"Both of us from time to time like to play a little," I began cautiously. "Both of us have three simple rules."

"What are they?" Liam asked.

"No means no, do only what the other guy is comfortable with, and always use protection," I said. Liam thought about that for a moment. "Damn good rules. So what do we do first?" I smiled. Playtime had just started.

Sacha

It was decided to go up to Liam's room so he would be more comfortable in a familiar environment. Neil closed the door as Liam led me to the bed. I liked the way his cheeks moved when he walked. Big turn on for me. Liam sat on the bed and reached for my cock, taking it in his right hand. He stroked it for a moment and then carefully rolled my foreskin back. I know he was impressed with it and then he asked the most obvious question, why I had mine and he didn't have his. Neil answered it.

"It's different in countries, Liam. Doctors here in America say it's a good thing to do, but a majority of European countries don't, saying there is no medical reason for doing it. They are right, too. My parents had to fight the doctors in order for me to keep mine. I've read and watched many a debate over it and people say it should be the boy's choice to keep it or not. American doctors tend to be so stubborn over the issue. Fortunately for us we have a great doctor who not only listens to us, but also presents both sides of the issue fairly when discussing something with us. Since he knows that Sacha and I are a couple, he watches over us carefully and tests us every six months," Neil said. I got on the bed next to Liam as he had let go of me while listening to Neil.

"That's cool. Mine's all right, I guess. He does what he should," Liam said. I sighed. "That's a piss poor attitude for a doctor to have."

"My folks aren't happy about it but they really haven't had the time to go looking for another one. I wish they would," Liam sighed as I started exploring his body. Liam closed his eyes and sighed as Neil stretched out on his right side. Both of us began giving him the full pleasure treatment. He definitely responded well to it!

Our heads came together and we kissed. If I didn't know better I'd say that was his first kiss, but it wasn't as he later related to us. Turns out he'd done a few kissing scenes in the past and he could do it very well. Neil moved down a little and began licking and sucking on Liam's right nipple. Liam groaned into my mouth as he felt Neil's tongue working his right nipple.

"That so hot," he moaned as we came up for air. I went down to his left one and started do it while Neil took his turn kissing Liam. He was hot. He was eager for it. Neil came back down to his right one and started back in on it. We heard his moans of pleasure and felt him moving underneath us. He was truly enjoying himself, and so was I.

"Feels so good," Liam moaned out loud. I grinned. "Gets even better in a minute." Liam closed his eyes and sighed as he felt Neil's hand gently cup his teen balls and fondle them. I reached down and took his cock in hand and stroked him up hard. Neil by now had left Liam's nipple and was working his way down the slim teen's body. I wasn't too far behind myself.

"So… good… don't stop," Liam groaned. I wasn't going to stop. I was enjoying this way too much. Liam's cock stood up proudly, the little fringe of pubic hair around the base of his cock so soft and fine. I moved the tip of my tongue through his pubic hair and he groaned in ecstasy. He was enjoying the pleasures we were giving him. Neil and I competed for control of Liam's cock using our tongues on it. Liam was tensing up and I knew it wouldn't be too long before he blew.

"I'm cumming!" he gasped and then suddenly his load was flying everywhere. He blew several great shots onto our faces and into our hair. He shivered as Neil continued to lightly brush his fingertips across Liam's body, making the teen boy react. Finally we let him settle down as Neil and I turned our attention to each other.

"Make love to me brother," Neil whispered to me.

"Be my pleasure," I said. Liam watched with interest as I prepped Neil, lubricating and stretching his gate for m big cock. Neil rolled onto his back and Liam changed positions so he could watch me get inside Neil.

"Wow," he exclaimed as I got the head of my cock inside Neil. "You're really fucking him, man!"

"We prefer to say making love, Liam. What we have between us is really special," Neil sighed as I pressed home inside of him. I looked down at Neil and gave him a slight nod. He knew what I had just said.

"Liam, if you want, you can try it with one of us. Please use a condom when you do. We'll show you how to use one," Neil said as I began making love to him. Liam nodded as he watched us. He lay down on his torso and watched my cock pistoning in and out of Neil. Before I knew it I was cumming deep inside Neil. Neil smiled and sighed in satisfaction.

"Thanks lover," Neil said as he kissed me. We changed places and I took Neil deep inside of me. I have to tell you there is something about having your lover deep inside of you and the feelings are just so incredible. There is nothing that can top that. Ever.

The three of us relaxed after Neil had his orgasm deep inside of me. Liam was pulling on his cock slowly and in a lazy manner. I could tell he was thinking about something. I hoped he wasn't having second thoughts about what we had done.

"Are you okay?" I asked him. Liam looked up. "I'm okay. I'm just realizing that I could have had so much fun with myself and other boys if I hadn't been so scared to try it."

"Still have to be careful, though. I mean that. The wrong guy could literally ruin your life," I said.

"In terms of telling other people as well as catching something dangerous from him," Liam said.

"You got it," Neil nodded. Liam nodded. "I will be careful. I've been in the acting business long enough to know if someone's giving me an act or if they are truly serious."

"Just use your instincts and listen to them and you'll be fine," I said.

"Cool. You guys hungry? Would give me time to work out something in my head," Liam said. "I could cook up something." Neil and I beat him to the kitchen.

Neil

Liam surprised us by being an excellent chef. The roast chicken definitely got our blessings as well as the other stuff he served up.

"Neil, what do you consider to be the most important thing in your life?" Liam asked as we dragged our asses back up to his room.

"Food and sex," I replied much to Liam's amusement. Sacha sighed as he stretched out on Liam's bed once more. "He's got it bad on the brain. Not a pretty sight." The three of us laughed at the humor and then relaxed. Liam seemed to come to a decision and turned to me.

"Neil, can I do it to you?" he asked. I nodded. "Sure. Just follow Sacha's directions." Sacha had gone into his bag and brought out three short ropes. Liam looked puzzled at them as I grinned.

"Neil sometimes likes to be tied up hand and foot while getting fucked," Sacha explained. "He likes a bit of kink." Liam blinked. "Okay, I think." I held out my wrists to Liam while Sacha told him how to tie them together while he bound my ankles together. I rolled onto my back and brought my feet up and put my hands to them. Sacha told him how to use the third rope to tie my hands and feet together. That opened me up considerably. I felt Liam's fingers enter me when he started to lubricate and stretch me out, following Sacha's directions. I shivered and moaned as his fingers turned and twisted inside of me. That was making me feel really good. Liam withdrew his fingers and moved up in place. He pushed my hands and feet back towards my head a little as he moved into place. I could feel the head of his cock at my gate.

"Go slow and easy. Neil knows what to do," Sacha coached Liam. I felt Liam gently push on my KY slicked gate and I pushed down a bit. The head of his cock popped in real easy. I moaned in pleasure.

"Push your cock in slowly until you get stopped," Sacha instructed Liam. I felt his hips press up against my ass a moment later. He relaxed for a moment and then he started the fucking, following Sacha's instructions until instinct took over and Liam was really doing it. Sacha sat next to my head and kissed me as Liam pounded my ass with his cock. I could feel it moving in and out of me, the rubber encased cock feeling good to me. I could hear Liam crying out in passion, as he got closer to his impending orgasm. Then suddenly he pressed himself against my ass and shook for a moment or two. I knew he just had his orgasm.

"I just came," he sighed. "God it felt so damn good." Sacha untied me and the three of us went into the shower and got cleaned up. Getting into bed, I spooned in behind Sacha as Liam spooned in behind me. I was looking forward to tomorrow morning's fun.

Chapter 29

This story is in Danny's POV.

Taj Taylor stood in the middle of the great room as I sized him up. He was about five foot two [1.57 m], brown hair, blue eyes, and had fair skin. He certainly was adorable. As I had been in Los Angeles the day before, I had been called by Mac and he asked me if I was available. I said yes.

"Steven Taylor was sent to me because he is looking for you guys. Seems there is a stalker chasing his kid and he wants the kid moved to a very safe place while the cops chase down the stalker. You up for the job?" Mac asked. Of course I was up for the job! I like a lot of the rock bands out there and Areosmith certainly fell into my top five list. The arrangements were made for me to meet them and smuggle the kid out of there and home to the mountain. That had been carried off perfectly and now here he was, standing in the middle of our living room.

"Grab your stuff and bring it with you," I told him. "I'll assign you to one of our guest rooms. Too bad the rest of the team isn't here right now." Everybody including Hejiro had gone to Peckertown for a week of rest and relaxation. There were some new places to check out back there and the team was to be part of the evaluation process the Jorgensen's had started to ensure that all new places would work out fine. Good people, the Jorgensen's.

"Here's your room," I said, stopping before a door. I dropped my bag by the door and led him inside. Taj smiled as he looked around.

"This is nice," he commented. "Much better than some of the places I've seen when I've gone on the road with Dad."

"Good, I'm glad you like it already. We put a lot of time and effort into making sure all of our guests got the best in comforts. You can either leave your bag on the bed and unpack later, or do it now before the grand tour," I said. He certainly didn't waste time thinking about it. "I'll take the tour, please."

"Good choice," I grinned. "Now then sir, right this way." Taj followed me through the house as I gave him the tour. He looked just like the average teen, nothing about him suggested he had a famous Dad in any way. I had the thought he preferred the plain look instead of what most teens liked these days. I have nothing against a piercing or two, but have you ever tried to kiss a kid who had a stud through his tongue? Kind of turns me off.

"This is cool," Taj's voice said, bringing me back to reality. We had just stepped into the games room (not that one!) and he spotted the pool table and the other stuff. He went to look at some of the pinball machines lined up along the back wall. David loves the older pinball machines and so do I. The large jukebox in the corner was loaded with some of our favorite cd's and was usually jumping when we were all home. Taj grinned when he spotted a few of his Dad's cd's in there.

"One last stop," I said, waving to him. I walked him out to the enclosed swimming pool area and gardens. He stood there and blinked. I think he was overcome by the sight.

"This is too awesome," he said.

"Shiro and David did most of the work in here," I said. "Personally, this is my favorite area. It's so relaxing to come out here and sit among the plants." Taj was looking into the pool and he pointed to something. "What's that down there?" I walked over to where he was and leaned over. The next thing I knew was being surrounded by water and my mind was going what the fuck? Then I realized what had happened. The little turkey had suckered me.

"Oh ha ha!" I said sarcastically when I surfaced. Taj was laughing his ass off as I climbed out of the pool, soaking wet. Lucky for me I had left watch, wallet, pager, and cell phone in the living room. I pulled my USP 9mm and shook the water out of it as his eyes grew big.

"You guys carry guns?" he asked. I nodded as I pulled the holster off my belt. I was glad I chose nylon.

"Yes we do," I said. "We do everything we can to protect our clients in any way we can, and that includes carrying weapons. David and I are ex navy Seals and our training includes weapons."

"Navy Seals?" Taj blinked. "You guys are cool!" I smiled at that. "Thanks. Reason I enlisted was because I wanted to get out of my small town and do something constructive with my life. The military is a good place for those who want to make something of themselves. The military can and will train you in just about anything. Serving your country, learning a trade, and getting paid for it. Good deal all around." Taj nodded. "Sounds like a good deal." I stripped off my clothes except for my boxers, which made Taj smile. It was a pair that had a cigar smoking Seal with a MP-5 in his flippers.

"Couldn't pass them up," I said. "Got a good deal on them."

"Whatever floats your boat," Taj cracked. I liked this kid.

It was coming up on six in the evening and Taj had been out by the pool for most of the day since he got here. I was wishing Jesus was here with me. The 12 year old I had met and fell for during the mission to Brazil had come home with us and had settled in very well. Loki, David's new boy had been excited about coming to the United States as well and took to life here just as quickly as Jesus had. They had plenty of help from the other guys and Hejiro started them in on the martial arts training he had Neil and Sacha doing. All four were learning fast and picking it up better than David and Hejiro hoped. All I can say is that life had definitely gotten much better for them and they were happy. I was happy to share my life and my bed with Jesus. The boy had improved greatly since coming here. I looked up as Taj stood up and stretched. I felt hungry and asked him what he wanted for dinner. He grinned at me.

"Sure you got plenty in the refrigerator?" he asked me. I raised my hands up. "Don't say it!"

"Say what?" Taj asked. "I am a growing kid." I sighed and shook his head as he laughed out loud.

"Is that all you ever think of?" I growled. "Sex and food? God, you kids." He grinned even wider. "Yes. A fully loaded pastrami on rye while stroking my hard six inches [15 cm]. Can't beat that." I shook my head as he rolled on the floor laughing his ass off. I headed to the kitchen and went through the refrigerator. Just enough for dinner and breakfast in the morning.

"We need to go shopping in the morning," I said. "Shouldn't take long." If only had I known that a simple shopping trip would turn into a huge shootout and more I'd have stayed home.

We sat in the TV room and watched "Armageddon" with Bruce Wilkes on the big screen after dinner. Taj sang the lyrics to his Dad's sound track and he sounded pretty good. He sounded almost like his Dad.

"There's a recording studio I forgot to show you," I said during a slow moment in the film. "I'll show it to you later."

"Cool," he said. "I can carry a decent tune and I do okay on a guitar." I did show him the recording studio and he was impressed with it including the pictures of the singers we've had up here in the past.

"I like Billy Golman," he said, pointing to his picture. "Powersound is way cool too. I'd love to meet those guys."

"That could be arranged," I said. "Perhaps I could fly you down there sometime." Taj nodded. "Always wanted to check out that town."

"Just a wild guess but I'd say you are gay," I said. He turned to face me. "Does that bother you?"

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I'm gay myself." Taj grinned. "That's cool. Dad has a few friends who are gay. Nicest people you ever want to meet. But for someone like me, getting into a relationship is a hard thing."

"Because you are a celebrity in a way of speaking. The world's media is always focused on you," I stated. Taj sighed. "Isn't that a fact. Seems every time I turn around there's a camera pointed at me. So irritating, you know?" I nodded. Just about every celebrity we've protected has complained about the media and the paparazzi following them. Nothing new there.

"I can believe it. We encounter the same trouble when we are escorting someone," I sighed. "Makes our job harder that it should be." We went into the huge living room area and I looked up at the clock. "Getting late. Want to turn in for the night?" He nodded. "Sure." He followed me up after I went around making sure everything was secure for the night. Taj stopped at his door and said goodnight. I could feel something from him, a wanting to be in someone's arms tonight. I wasn't in the habit of jumping into someone's bed very fast and tonight I wasn't really in the mood.

"You know where my room is if you need anything," I said. Taj nodded. "Thanks. See you in the morning." I watched him turn around and head into his room for the night. I headed into mine and hoped tomorrow would be a good day.

After breakfast and a workout for both of us, we headed into town. Taj was relieved that the girls he saw weren't trying to chase him.

"I guess Dad's efforts at trying to keep my life normal is working," he said as we walked into Brand's superstore. It was called a superstore for the simple reason was that it literally had everything you needed to get, from cheese strings to golf balls. Golf balls in a food store. Go figure. I got a cart and consulted my list.

"Just start at one end of the store and go to the other," Taj advised. "That's what Dad does." Sounded like a good idea so I did it. We started in the produce section, getting the usual greens and fruits. We try to eat healthy as much as we can when we aren't on the road. After the produce section, we moved on to the next department, picking up what we needed. One of the baggers showed up with an empty cart and took the full one up front and put it aside. The manager didn't blink at the size of our order anymore, knowing full well who we were and what we did. Taj looked up at me in surprise.

"They must know you guys fairly well around here," he commented. I grinned. "Yup. When we are at home and not working for a client, we go to school here and quite often participate in a number of activities here in town. Once in a while we perform a valuable service removing the criminal element from the good folks." Taj nodded. "That's very cool." As I reached for a needed item in the spices section, I had the funny feeling that something was about to happen. I straightened up and casually walked out of the aisle and looked around. A guy in a long trench coat and a watch cap had walked in. That set off the alarms in my head. If you see someone in a long overcoat walk into a place, you know he's about to pull a crime job with a shotgun. The man wandered into the produce section and he looked around like he was assessing the situation. The produce manager, an old man named Bert, walked up to him.

"Can I help you find your item?" he asked pleasantly. The man pushed him back as he brought up his shotgun, Bert immediately shifted, going for the avocado display and going down to the floor. The man fired, pulverizing the oranges into instant orange juice. I pulled my USP 9mm and told the guy to drop the shotgun. He opened fire on me and missed. Taj immediately dropped onto the floor. That set off mass panic inside the store. The produce section immediately cleared out fast. The man moved backwards as I stepped back into the safety of the shelves of creamed corn. He fired once more and the boxes of Captain Crunch disappeared and crunch berries showered me. Never did like the Captain.

"Taj, once I get around the corner, get into one of the check stands and say in it," I told him. He nodded and I moved around the shelf to see where he'd gone. He wasn't there. I went down the produce section and peeked around the backside of the shelf to see him casually strolling along. I saw a group of frightened women ahead of him. He was reloading his shotgun.

"Specials on bad guys, aisle four!" I yelled. He whipped around and I pulled back just as he fired, wasting the display of Elvis dishes. Looks like Elvis won't be getting his money from here. I brought up my USP and put the sights into the center of his mass and fired. He went down, the bullet hitting him right in the middle of his chest, knocking him down. I came around the corner keeping my gun trained on him and looked up to see the women had moved when I distracted him. That took my eyes off him and when I looked back, he was sitting up and bringing his shotgun up. Oh shit. I dived into the next aisle just as he fired, removing Mr. Clean from the end display. I like Mr. Clean. The dude is handsome in his own unique way. One thing became clear to me as I hustled down the aisle. He was wearing body armor. This would complicate things. I hate complicated things.

I watched the guy in the overhead mirror as he walked into the next aisle, screaming something about being a soldier of the new world order and that he was a messenger, sent to remove the unworthy. Okay, can we all say loony? He had to be stopped, and I was the one to do it. I looked to my left and saw Taj using the phone. Good, he was getting me backup. I peeked into the next aisle and saw that it was clear. I looked into the overhead mirrors and noticed he had disappeared. So not good. I moved to the next one and saw him doing a taste test on bottles of flavored ice tea, dropping the bottle on the floor if he didn't like it. Bad shopping manners. I moved into a shooter's position as he raised his shotgun. I fired first, putting a bullet into the left shoulder. He grabbed it and screamed out in pain.

"You unworthy!" he shouted. "You shall die first, infidel!" I really wish the bad guys would come up with something much more original. Their lines are so fucking old by now that most of them are drawing Medicare.

Before I gave him a chance to recover, I fired again. The fucker was ready and moved in the nick of time, avoiding my shot. Well fuck me. I'll have to try harder. He brought up his shotgun as he moved back, making me dive to the floor to avoid getting shot. He removed a row of those energy drinks, creating a neat rainfall of the stuff.

"Clean up on aisle ten!" he crowed. Bastard stole my line. I rolled backwards as he fired again and missed me by scant inches taking out half the end display of Oreo cookies. Not my favorite veg out in front of the TV food! Now this was fucking war! I rose up a little and fired twice, hitting asshole in the left shoulder again. Three for three. That really set him off. He raced after me as I hid in one of the check stands. He fired wildly, removing items around the check stands and decaffeinated a few of the computers. I popped up from number three.

"Price check on shotgun shells on number three!" I yelled, getting his attention. I dropped back down as he charged, shooting his shotgun wildly once more. He was using his right hand and supporting the shotgun with his left. He seemed to be handling the pain well. That told me either he was pumped up on something or somebody had trained him. After getting a look at his big eyes, I took the first option. He stopped at number two and slid in through the customer lane. He jumped as I popped up behind him in six. He turned and glared at me. I smiled and then tilted my head like I had heard a noise from somewhere.

"I hear bells," I commented. I had seen Penny the seafood manager and Taj slowly come up waving frying pans. I knew what was going to happen next.

"I hear nothing," he snarled, "except your dying screams." Both Penny and Taj timed their swings, the frying pans impaction the bad guy's head on each side right at the exact moment. His eyes crossed up and he went down to the floor. Taj leaned over the counter at one and smiled. "You do now!" I leaned back against the manager's podium feeling tired.

Mugs and his deputies were still grinning as they loaded asshole into the waiting ambulance. One of the deputies was sent after the ambulance. Mugs followed me to the cold beer case as I helped myself to one. I told him my view of things while someone else interviewed Taj.

"I thought we got rid of these nutcases after the Micko Howard business," I said. Mugs sighed. "A new bunch took over the property that we cleared out after you guys went to South America. They have been causing trouble ever since. I'll choke this guy's neck to get every last detail I can."

"Let me know if you need help clearing them out. I'll call in some friends of ours to help," I said. "I'm sure they would relish the chance to kick ass." Mugs and I grinned, both of us knowing full well who I was referring to. It had been some time since I'd played with the Teams and always looked for every chance to do so.

"Come on kid," I sighed. "We gotta go."

"Go where?" Taj asked. I held up the list. "We still need stuff at the house," I said, making a face. People laughed as we walked out.

Back at the house after getting what was needed at another supermarket, we relaxed after getting everything put away.

"That was fun," Taj commented. "Let's see, Dear Dad, having a wonderful time. Played shoot 'em up at the local grocery store today." I looked over at him. "Don't think your Dad would love that."

"Hey, it was totally unexpected. Dude is responsible for his own actions, totally knew what he was doing," Taj said. I could not argue with that. It was true. The same thing could be said for all the bad guys I've decaffeinated during my time with the Teams. I know Dave would say the same.

"So what do we do now?" Taj asked.

"Rest and recuperate, starting with a good soak in the Jacuzzi," I said, getting up off the couch.

"Sounds good to me," Taj said as he followed me out to the indoor pool. I pointed to the bathhouse on the right of the pool, surrounded by leafy ferns and small bushes. "You can change into a pair of Speedos in there. Should be one in your size."

"Nah," he said, "I'll go natural." I turned around in surprise as he said that, watching him shed his clothes. He smiled as the expression on my face changed as I inspected him. Taj stood about five foot three, slim body, and a four-inch soft penis surrounded by brown colored pubic hair cut short and neatly trimmed.

"Like what you see?" he smiled.

"Yes, including your hair," I said. Taj grinned. "Thanks. A friend of mine turned me onto it when I first started growing them. He said if I kept the hair short and neatly trimmed I could use a condom without getting the hairs trapped in it. He was right."

"Something I learned a long time ago," I said, remembering Donnie, the drill instructor's son where I had taken basic training right out of high school. He was a sweet kid and he taught me so much. I wondered if he would still remember me. One of these days I have to look him up.

"You coming in?" Taj's voice broke into my thoughts. I looked over at the Jacuzzi in time to see him slide into it. I didn't hesitate to climb out of my own clothes as Taj wolf whistled. I grabbed a cold soda for him and a cold beer for me and joined him in it. We sat there for a time soaking up the hot water and feeling good. I hummed a moment or two as I wiggled my shoulders. Taj moved behind me and I felt his hands on my shoulders, starting to massage them.

"Feels good," I sighed.

"Good," Taj said. He kept working my shoulders for a few minutes as I sighed in pleasure.

"Is there a better place to do this?" Taj asked a moment later. I slid out of the Jacuzzi and he followed me over to the small shed. I opened it and a moment later had the massage table set up.

"Get on it," Taj said, and for the next half hour I enjoyed a great massage. He really knew how to do it right. I enjoyed every minute of it. When I slid off the table and turned to him, I saw something in his eyes.

"Would… you make love to me?" he asked. I took him by the hand and led him into the house up to my room.

I looked down at his sleeping face. He looked so relaxed, a faint smile on his lips. I thought back to the lovemaking we did last night. He had been a joy to please. I took the time to explore his body, giving him pleasure like he'd never felt before. He was gay, but the only pleasure he'd known was his hands. He told me he'd lie on his bed and touch himself for hours, working himself up to a good jack off. So I did just that, and added a few more things to the list of his firsts. His first kiss sent him over the moon. It didn't take long for him to get the hang of kissing. His lips were soft and the right size for kissing. My hands wandered over his slender body as I taught him French kissing. He was a fast learner. I skillfully played his erogenous zones just right, teaching him about erotic touch. I taught him the best way to touch, caress, and fondle the cock and balls. He nearly went out of his mind. I showed him the joy of cocksucking, tasting his boyhood deep in my mouth. He discovered the joys of orgasms. I tasted his essence, sucking it out of his balls, through his cock, and into my mouth. The he surrendered himself to me, my cock going deep inside of him, showing him how sweet lovemaking is, was, and should be. He writhed, moaned, thrashed, whimpered, and enjoyed his first time having a cock deep inside of me. Once he rested, he returned the favor to me.

Taj demonstrated how well he learned the techniques that I taught him. His mouth on my manly nipples was hot. Feeling his tongue move across my nipples excited me. Feeling his hands and fingers explore my body turned me on. Feeling his mouth engulf my cock was bliss. His tongue exploring my gate nearly made me cum. I moaned with pleasure as his young cock sank into a man for the first time. His intercourse technique would get better over time, but having his young cock inside of me for the first time thrilled me. There is nothing more exciting than having a boy sink his young cock into me for his very first time. I sincerely hoped he would remember this day well into his golden years. Finally he lay down beside me, the glow from his face brightening the room. I knew without a doubt he was happy. We would talk in the morning.

We did, and I added more to his knowledge of the joys of male love by showing him the book The Joys of Gay Sex. Unfortunately it is now long out of print and the only way to find it is to see if anyone has old copies for sale through Amazon.com or a similar website. He was fascinated by the descriptions and the artistic drawings. We read it together over the span of the day and I answered many of his questions, even about bdsm. I took him down to the playroom and let him look around. He was fascinated by some of the things but a little nervous by others.

"That's okay," I said, "it's not for everyone. Some people set limits as to how far they want to go, and others want to experience it all." For his first experience in bondage, I put wrist and ankle cuffs on him with a short chain between his ankle cuffs and used a double snap to hold his hands in front of him. I slipped a black leather collar around his necks and led him around the house on a black leather leash for a few hours. He got comfortable with that and then I took him back down to the playroom and set him up on an adjustable "I" frame, his hands spread out over his head and his feet spread out on the floor. I set the movable beam to make him stick his ass out a little, allowing me to lubricate and stretch him out for a fucking. He moaned out loud as I inserted my cock into his newly fucked ass and rode him to a great orgasm, me inside his ass and Taj into the bowl in front of his contained cock. We switched places and Taj rode my ass again, really enjoying it. He even put the leather cuffs on me and led me around the house for the rest of the day. Of course I took him to my bed that night and we enjoyed some more male loving. I know he learned the difference between sex in the playroom and making love in the bedroom. I know I had when I was a thirteen-year-old catamite to my twenty something neighbor down the street. Maybe someday I'll tell that tale.

Taj stayed a full week with me. We did hang out by the pool a lot, getting tanned and doing a lot of swimming. Most nights we were either in my bed or his bed making love to each other. One night I played master and took him through the playroom and he enjoyed the experience. I had a good time putting him through some of the mild scenes in the room. For Taj it was a very positive experience. I wanted it to be so I had planned on doing some of the mild scenes on him and it worked out very well, the only sore spot was that one of the vibrators chose to up and die on me in the middle of a climax he was experiencing. I changed the batteries and started the scene all over again and he really enjoyed a second orgasm, this one a lot stronger that the first one. Naturally the scene included me riding his ass. That he enjoyed more than the other stuff.

The last night he was with me we stayed in my room, making love to each other slow and easy, taking the time to really enjoy the pleasure. He was lying on top of my torso, his torso against mine as he rocked back and forth, our cocks trapped between each other. His eyes were closed and he was moaning in passion. I felt him shiver knowing he just went. That thought made me cum too. He backed off and lay next to me, running his fingers through the puddles of sperm on my tummy, mixing his boy sperm with my man sperm. After a few minutes I got up and took him b the hand and led him to the tub in my private bath. We got into it after having drawn the bath and slowly washed each other tenderly like lovers do. We sat there for a bit discussing a number of things until the water got cold. Then it was back to bed and sleep. What ever it was that was troubling him I hope got settled. Taj is only twelve and really to young to worry about things that are going on in the world and particularly his world. He didn't come out and actually say it, but I think he was dreading his Dad's reaction to his being gay. I told him if he really loves you he'll accept you for who and what you are. That seemed to settle his fears for the moment. He decided to let things happen as they will and deal with what comes. I told him that was a very mature decision. Hearing that from me seemed to have settled something in his mind and he relaxed.

We flew out of Logan's mountain in the Cessna at nine the next morning, heading for Los Angeles. I planned on leaving him with his Dad and the LA cops and then sneaking back into the closed set disguised as a set construction guy. I had the feeling the stalker would show up there. I had learned long ago never to ignore my instincts. I kept the plan to myself not telling Taj about it. I had a couple of ideas as to who the stalker might be but didn't want to reveal my suspicions to Taj. We landed at Van Nuys airport around eleven late morning and was met by a limo. I studied the driver and didn't get anything funny from him. We piled in and it was off to the CBS studios where the band was. Some kind of recording session for a TV special to be aired later in the year. The limo pulled into the studio parking next to the sound stage where the band was. While Taj was enjoying a reunion with his Dad I took the opportunity to look around. No matter how good security claims they are, they always screw up someplace. The AV (area of vulnerability) was at a side door where a guard was supposed to be checking picture id's of everyone coming in. He was simply waving them through. This was going to be easier than I thought. After talking to Steven Taylor, I shook his hand and went off in the limo. I had the driver let me out at another sound stage nearby and he rolled on. Now it was time to put my plan into effect. I quickly acquired (stole the stuff actually) a tool belt, hardhat, an id that identified me as a temporary, and a pair of wrap around Gargoyle shooting glasses. Now it was time to get to work. I knew I could pull this off, having done my share of construction before. I sauntered in through the door and got waved through (asshole got an F for failing to do his job properly from me) and disappeared inside the place. From my spot I could see everything and everybody with the help of a small pair of binoculars. Then I spotted my suspect leaning against the far wall intently staring at Taj. Oh yes, he definitely was the one. I headed down to ground floor, carrying a length of rope, head down slightly so nobody would think twice about asking me who I was, and kept my fingers crossed. I saw Taj walk off towards the restrooms, the tango suddenly moving with him. I watched from behind a stack of pallets as the tango looked around before slipping inside the restrooms. I dropped the rope, tool belt, and the hardhat and jogged into the bathrooms. I stopped by the door and pulled my USP and nudged the door open. The tango had Taj pressed up against the wall, trying to turn him around facing the wall while trying to yank his pants down. I slipped up behind him and pressed the USP 9mm against his left temple.

"Hi. If you don't let go you will die in five seconds," I whispered into the man's ear as I pulled the hammer back. If you don't think the sound of a weapon's action being slowly engaged isn't that loud, I suggest you go into a room by yourself, hold the gun of choice up to your ear (empty of course. Do you really think I'm fucking stupid to try it loaded??), and slowly work the action of pull the hammer back. Real fucking loud, hey? Apparently tango thought so and he let go of Taj instantly. Taj drew a breath and let out one hell of a yell that hurt my ears and Mr. Tango's ears as well. I winced and kept gun and my attention on the tango. Tango stuck his fingers in his ears as Taj ran out yelling his head off. Talk about getting attention, the bathroom filled up with security and LAPD in seconds.

"Hi guys, this here is Mr. Tango, the dude who has been chasing Taj Taylor. Mr. Tango, say hello to the nice cops," I said cheerfully as Taj and Steven Taylor made an appearance in the bathroom.

"Danny!" Taj yelled. "I thought you left!"

"And miss a golden opportunity to hear your Dad work the vocal scales in his unique way? Not a chance," I said as the crowd laughed. "Oh Mr. Tango, this here is Steven Taylor. He's Taj's Daddy. I do believe he wants to say something to you." I backed off keeping tango in my sights as two cops removed handcuffs from their belts. Steven smiled nicely. "Sure I'd like to say something." He grabbed tango by the ponytail and rammed his face into the wall a few times. "That completes the conversation." The cops cuffed the dude and dragged him off. The studio heads showed up along with the head of security and I expressed a few choice words about the officer at the door. Said officer was speedily escorted out the nearest gate and relieved of his job. Tango taken out, Taj protected, and security fixed. Mission accomplished.

In the penthouse suite of the Hollywood Marriot, I enjoyed my first cold one of the day as Steven came back from the bedroom where Taj was.

"He's asleep. Been a long day for him. Stressful one too. I just can't say it enough, thanks so much for coming back," Steven said.

"Just a feeling I had," I said. "I trust my feelings when they are trying to say something to me." Steven nodded. "Glad you listened to that little voice." I nodded. "So am I." Steven reached for a Budweiser as I finished off a bottle of Corona. I reached into the wet bar refrigerator and came up with Heineken this time. I grinned.

"Ever had this on tap an hour old out of the cold tank at the brewery in Holland?" I asked Steven. "Talk about going down so fine and smooth." Steven chuckled. "Could say the same for Bud." We sat there for a few minutes before Steven spoke up. "Taj seems different. What happened out there?" I looked up. "I think that should be between you and him. I can't betray his confidence." Steven nodded. "I'll talk to him first chance I get. You'll hang around for a few days, can you?"

"Sure. Like I told Taj earlier, Can't pass up an opportunity to hear you work those vocal ranges in your unique manner," I grinned. Steven laughed out loud. "Dude, you're too cool."

"I try," I smiled. He shook his head as he headed off to his own bedroom for the night. I sat there for a bit longer as I worked on the bottle I had in my hand. I hoped I had been a positive influence on Taj. Only time would tell and I hoped that he would have a strong relationship with his Dad, something I never had with my folks. I sighed and headed off to bed myself.

I sat at the counter the next morning, sipping fresh coffee as Steven stumbled into the kitchen, followed by Taj. I decided now was a good time for me to leave them alone for a bit so I headed back into the bedroom I had and shaved, showered, and dressed for the day. I cracked the door and I could hear their voices in the kitchen but not what they were saying so I closed the door and turned to the ops laptop Shiro had assigned me and started writing and after action report. I finished that when my cell rang. The display read Lt. Roadey.

"Bad guys disposal service," I said. Laughter came back at me. "LAPD, we cuff 'em and stuff 'em."

"Hey Don, what's the word on Mr. Happy?" I asked. "Mr. Happy is what I am this morning. You bagged a major due yesterday. We crashed his place with a warrant this morning two hours ago. This dude was hired to pinch the kid and cart him off to Mexico to be packaged for the slave market in South America," Roadey said. That chilled me to the marrow. "Did he say who the buyers were?"

"Somebody nasty that goes by the name Weston," Roadey said. "No other details and he didn't elaborate." Anderson, Benjy, the Jorgensons, and one master in England were about to get emails from me with pictures attached.

"Oh shit," I said.

"Not in my coffee boy," came the quick response. I snorted. "Fine. Any evidence in his place?"

"A ton of it. Dude kept very detailed records in his laptop, including some very not so legal pictures as well. He'll turn very grey in the slam," Roadey said.

"Thanks pal. Owe ya," I said.

"Fuck you very much," he said and hung up. I leaned back, my mind working on this new wrinkle. I retrieved my digital I had the foresight to have with me yesterday to photographed the nasty boy and downloaded the pics into my laptop and sent out the emails promptly. I was sure I'd hear from Anderson and the kindly old gent master Bert very soon. I was suddenly aware of a lack of noise in the place and pulled my USP 9mm and went looking. I found Steven and Taj in the kitchen staring deep into their respective coffee cups.

"They need to be empty in order to read your future," I said. "I can't read coffee grinds and Harry Potter isn't available at the moment." Steven cracked up at that. "You're quick on the quips."

"Dave Logan was a good teacher. He's a natural at it," I said.

"Goblet of Fire comes out November 18th," Taj said. I smiled. "I know. Can't wait to see it." Steven nodded and sighed. I took that to be a sign of some sort.

"Dad and I just had a conversation," Taj said quietly. I nodded. "I see."

"I think it went well," Steven said. Taj smiled. "I agree." Now I had to smile. "A lot of what I said I based on my own personal experience. I can't predict what's going to happen in your futures, but I do hope that both of you can find the time and space to talk about issues that are on your respective plates." Steven turned to me and shook my hand as Taj stood up and walked around to my side of the table and hugged me tight.

"Time waits for nobody. We gotta get," Steven said.

In the middle of the show disaster struck. Steven was having trouble with his throat. I watched concerned as Taj and the band's manager looked on as the doctor tried to find out what was going on. Steven was writing notes to Taj and I saw one that said Taj was to go on in his place.

"I know the songs," Taj said as the doctor led Steven away. The guys nodded and helped Taj get set up with the electronics he needed as he changed shirts, pulling on a short sleeved button up. He left the top two undone. He went out there as Areosmith was introduced. He did the first two with no problem. Steven reappeared next to me.

"You alright?" I asked.

"Yeah. Had a bunch of junk sitting in the middle of my throat," Steven said. "They got it out." I nodded as I turned back to the stage. Taj stepped forward and the crowd paid attention. He signaled the band to wait a moment.

"Hi. Hope all of you are having a good time tonight," he started. "This next song my Dad wrote for a movie and when I heard it for the first time it got to me in a way that I never thought a song could. One of the lines goes don't want to close my eyes, cause I don't want to miss a thing. Well, that line hit home to me last night as my Dad and I had a conversation about us being father and son. I think being Steven Taylor's son is pretty cool, but it goes way beyond that. I enjoy the strong relationship we have together and it means so much to me. To borrow Dad's line, I don't want to close my eyes, cause I don't want to miss a thing that happens between us. This song is for my Dad," Taj said. I saw Steven's eyes mist over, and some of the people were wiping their eyes as well. Taj put a lot of emotion into the song and just before it ended, Steven broke and headed out to the stage. Taj turned to see him coming and both of them grabbed each other in a powerful hug. There was total silence as the backlights faded, leaving father and son in just the spotlight. Then someone started to clap and before long the theatre was exploding with the sound of applause and cheers. I think Taj made a real impact that night with what he said about his Dad and sharing his emotions in the song. Some one years later asked Taj what the best moment of his life was and he would tell them about this night. I don't think there could have been a better tribute to a Dad.

I decided this would be a good time for me to slip away and leave them together, but fate had other plans. The band's manager informed Steven he was needed in San Francisco for a benefit. Steven was very unhappy about it. He discussed it with the band and the decision was made to go and do it. I noticed Steven and Taj talking in the kitchen later that night about something. Steven approached me.

"Taj and I came up with a plan," he said.

"And that is…" I said.

"You stay with Taj tonight and tomorrow night. Then the both of us goes home to Boston and I clear my calendar of everything for a while," Steven said. I smiled. "Works for me."

Steven left late morning and Taj closed the door behind him. The plan had been rearranged once more when Mac called me out of the blue. Turned out he was leaving for a week and offered me his bungalow. Naturally I jumped on it. Steven got the number to my cell before he left and Taj and I checked out an hour later. The next forty-eight hours was ours. Taj got completely undressed once we had settled in and went out to the backyard and settled onto a lounger with a cold soda and his ipod. I got into the Jacuzzi with a beer and a cigar (a Don Tomas Maduro) and relaxed. I glanced over at Taj every now and then, gazing at his bare backside, my fantasies going wild. I knew tonight in bed would be fun for the both of us. I leaned back and sighed.

I was right. Taj was insatiable in bed. He worked me over, taking the time to give me a lot of pleasure. It felt good to have a boy nuzzle at my nipples while stroking my cock with his hand. Before I knew it he was sitting on my cock. I could feel it sliding up into his ass. All I could do was moan in pleasure as my big cock opened his ass up and accept it deep inside of him. He settled down on top of me once he'd taken me deep inside. He started moving up and down on me, my cock moving in and out of me at each bounce. I could feel something happening deep inside of me and I knew I was about to cum deep inside of Taj. I moaned out loud as I did cum. I felt my load rush through my cock and deep into his tight ass.

"Oh yes… feels so good," I moaned.

"This feels so good," Taj whispered softly as I finished my orgasm. "Wish I could keep you there forever." He slipped off me and lay next to me as I wiped him clean. I took him into my arms and hugged him close as I began to pleasure his body. He writhed underneath me as I sucked his nipples. He moaned out loud as I tweaked his nipples. Taj sighed as his hard six inches [15 cm] slid deep into me.

"Going to make love to you," he sighed. I felt his cock moving in and out of me. I can tell you for sure he felt good deep inside of me. I wanted him to enjoy his pleasure. He did, releasing deep inside of me. We relaxed and eventually went to sleep.

The next day we made love anywhere the mood struck us. Sometimes it was slow and lazy, sometimes very intense. But we enjoyed it and had a good time doing it. Somehow I knew that Steven knew about us. I hoped he wasn't mad. I didn't want the man angry with me. Taj assured me that wouldn't be a problem.

"Just be cool and you'll be just fine," he said. I took his advice and just relax. He helped by sucking my cock and balls and getting me to shoot off a few times more, in my mouth and in my ass. I did everything I could to please him.

"That was nice," he said a while later as we lay in bed, looking up through the skylight into the night sky full of stars.

"I enjoyed it," I said. Taj looked up through the skylight into the night sky. "I hope I get lucky and find the right boyfriend someday."

"Don't be in a hurry to," I said. Take your time and the right guy will find you." Taj grinned. "I will." I turned to him and started caressing his body once more as he sighed in pleasure.

Taj and his Dad left Thursday morning. I sat in the living room of Mac's bungalow and thought about my life. I counted myself pretty lucky to have it good. I just wished there was something we could do to help other gay kids but Peckertown was doing a much better job than anything we've ever found. I stood up and packed my own bags and headed for the airport. Time for me to head home. As I headed up into the blue morning sky, I wished Taj and his Dad well. I was sure they would encounter a few bumps in the road during their life's journey and I hoped they would make it over each one just fine. My thoughts turned to my own boy Jesus. Suddenly I couldn't wait to get back home.

Next time: Dylan and Cole Sprout from 'The Suite Life of Zack and Cody' guest stars.

Author's Notes: The guest stars this episode are modelled after Dylan and Cole Sprouse. Their appearance in this story does not imply that they are gay. This episode features Neil and Shiro teaming up together. Purple italic indicates thought speak.

Dylan Sprout relaxed once he entered the dressing room and looked around. He turned back to his brother and nodded.

"It's clear," he said. "No sign of creepy."

Cole sighed and followed his twin inside the room. "Thank God. I don't know how much longer I could stand this. I knew there was a downside to the acting business having crazies following us like that, but I didn't think it could actually be that bad."

The phone rang and both of them turned to it. They stood there and listened to it ring three more times before the answering machine picked up.

"I know you guys are in there," the soft voice came out of the machine. "I wish I was in there with you both, watching the both of you strip down to those sexy boxers you guys wear. Then I'd show you some neat fun to be had."

Then the phone hung up and Dylan turned to Cole. "That's it, I can't take this anymore!"

Cole reached up and gently squeezed his brother's shoulders. "Easy there, bro. We call the cops and they'll do what they can to help us."

They did and the Boston cops showed up and investigated everything, including separating the twins so they could interview them separately. One of the detectives was an old guy named Shorty due to his height. The fifty something man still looked like a little boy, but people that knew him knew the former Navy Seal didn't take any shit from anybody and was just as deadly now as he was back in his Seal days. Even the local criminals respected him.

Shorty listened to Cole for a few minutes, knowing full well there was little he could do. He smiled as a thought occurred to him. His boss recognized the smile and knew Shorty was on the jazz again.

"What are you thinking?" he asked Shorty.

"I got friends who have friends that started a company specializing in the protection of young celebrities," Shorty said. "The dude who runs the outfit was Navy Seal and is now retired like me."

The captain nodded. "Call them. Normally I don't like outsiders coming into our business, but this is something we need help on."

Shorty dug into his coat pocket and pulled out his cell. He dialed a number from memory and waited as the phone on the other end rang.

Tom Jeffers rolled over in his bed at Camp Green Pines in Big Bear California, the phone waking him up. He grabbed the receiver, hoping it hadn't woken up his young lover, Peter.

"This better be good," he snarled into the phone.

"Usually is Tommy boy," the voice on the other end got Tom's mental rolodex going. Then the right picture to the right voice came up and Tom smiled.

"How's the weather down there?" he cracked.

"Ha ha fucking ha ha," Shorty snapped back. "I hope your balls are getting frozen off back there."

"No such luck, my man. Nice and warm right now," Tom laughed. "Been a while, Shorty. How you doing?"

"Not too bad, Tom. Listen, I need a favor to ask you. You know that mutual friend of ours, the one who's in the minding business?" Shorty asked.

"Dave? Dave Logan?" Tom asked.

Shorty grinned. "Yes, that's the name. Couldn't remember it. Anyway, I need to get a hold of him. You got his number?"

Tom sat up and reached for his shorts and pulled them on. He looked once more at his sleeping lover and reluctantly left the bed. He sat down at the small desk and opened his address book.

"Got a pen?" he asked.

The answer was fast. "Ready to copy."

Tom read it out loud to Shorty. "Good luck with the problem."

"Keep yourself safe, bro. See you at the big picnic next month," Shorty said and hung up.

Tom hung up the phone and sighed. He rose and pulled his shorts off and got back into bed with Peter. Peter rolled over and snuggled up to Tom and went back to sleep.

Logan's Mountain

Logan

The company line rang just as I was walking out the door of the office. I sighed and picked up the phone.

"Dave Logan?" the voice asked.

I smiled, knowing who it was instantly. "Is this the little kid who held a group of Spetsnaz at bay with a pair of nines?"

A chuckle came back at me. "You know, I'd forgotten all about that one. They sure as hell didn't expect a little kid in a Russian schoolboy uniform to whip out a pair of guns and take them down. What was even better was when they found out who I really was."

I smiled. "Been some time, Shorty. How you doing?"

"I be okay, just slowing up a little. The cop business isn't so bad. At least it gives me a chance to play at times," Shorty said.

I smiled, recalling some of our own fun with various tangos. "Yeah, those were the days. I miss them."

"You and me both, Davy. Listen, I'm calling on business. This is what it is," Shorty said and then briefed me on the situation. I turned to the smaller TV and turned it on to the Disney channel. A moment later the trailers for "The Suite Life of Zack and Cody" came on. I stared at the Sprout twins. Oh my, they had really grown up a bit. Both of them were knockouts, and looked so good to eat.

"I'm looking at the trailers for their new show on the Disney channel. These guys grew up a bit," I said.

"That they have, Davy. So can you guys help?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes. I'll be sending son number one and son number three out to assist."

"You got a family?" Shorty asked.

"Yes. Six boys that I've adopted and taken in. All of them are great kids," I said.

"You lucky bastard. I don't see Shelly as much anymore, and especially Steven my grandson," Shorty sighed. "Much bad blood there."

I felt for him. Being a Navy Seal had taken him away from home more than he liked and that had been the cause of much friction between him and his former wife. Shelly was his daughter and sadly enough she had taken on her late mother's attitude about Shorty's life. Shorty tried to stay in touch as much as he could especially now that his grandson was growing up without a father.

"I sincerely hope that the both of you can patch things up," I said.

I could hear him sigh. "I've been trying."

"Got a fax number where I can send you pics of Shiro and Neil?" I asked him. "I want to get them out your way ASAP."

Shorty rattled it off and I wrote it down. "I'll call you with details as soon as I know them. Hang in there."

"Talk to you later," Shorty said and hung up.

I turned and headed out into the house looking for Shiro and Neil.

Shiro's Journal

I leveled the Cessna off at 5000 and checked the instrument panel once more. Everything looked golden. Neil handed me the clipboard and I looked at it. He'd checked everything off that was supposed to be checked off and I nodded.

"Green light on everything then," I said.

Neil nodded. "Just like it's supposed to be."

He picked up the folder of material I'd pulled off the net about the Sprout twins. They certainly had turned into good looking young men. I couldn't wait to meet them in person. I had seen them in the Adam Sandler movie and thought they were the much better talent in the film than the adult actors. Now they had grown up and were about to start their own TV show. I'm gonna have to make sure I watch it. Neil began reading as I flew the plane to Boston. Dad told me of a small airport on the edge of Boston where I could land the plane at. Shorty would meet us there and brief us on the tango. I was very much looking forward to meeting the Twins.

I adjusted the headset I was wearing as the radio came to life. I looked down out of the window and saw the airport ahead.

"Samurai Inc to Green Valley air control," I called.

"Go Samurai Inc," the voice came back.

"Requesting landing instructions please," I said.

"Use main runway, winds at three knots southwest," the voice came back. "Your escort is on site."

"Roger that," I said as we headed downstairs.

The landing was a nice smooth one. Neil nodded as we came to a stop.

"Very nice, bro. The chicken meal sucked tho," Neil said.

Shiro gave Neil the bird as the younger boy laughed. Neil knew Shiro was just kidding around. He got out of the plane and began pulling their bags out. A car pulled up next to them, a dark blue Ford Crown Victoria that looked like it had seen better days. Shiro watched what looked like a short teenager get out of the car and walk towards them.

"You must be Shorty. My Dad sends his regards," Shiro said.

Shorty smiled and shook Shiro's hand. "Nice to meet ya kid. Your Daddy's alright."

Shiro smiled as he nodded, memories coming back to him of the early days. "That he is, sir. That he is."

Shorty then turned to Neil. "This your brother?"

"Neil Logan," Neil said, introducing himself and shaking the man's hand.

"I must confess that I thought your Dad was nuts for sending a pair of kids out here. Naturally I asked around about you guys and got told that you two were good at what you do," Shorty said as he led us to his car.

Neil tossed our bags into the back seat and got in. I took shotgun while Shorty got in behind the wheel and took off. He handed me a sheet of paper off the dashboard.

"Got this off the security cameras at the hotel that the show is being shot at. The Sprout Twins confirmed it was Icky as they named him," Shorty said, handing me the paper with the photo on it.

I studied the picture for a few minutes and then passed it to Neil.

"So what does this guy want?" I asked.

Shorty hesitated for a minute and I had the feeling it was bad. "This dude wants to bed them and do… things to them."

I nodded. I knew what he was referring to and the memories of Denver resurfaced. I pushed them back into the filing cabinet in my head and locked that drawer tight.

You okay bro? Neil asked.

I'll be fine, Neil. Just a bad memory, I said.

I felt Neil's hand on my shoulder and relaxed. Neil knew of my past and how Dad rescued me. I had gone through a lot of counseling over it but knew I'd still be dealing with it for a very long time.

We pulled into the hotel about an hour later. It was definitely first class all the way. The Tipton as it was called could easily give the Jorgenson Inn a run for it's money but I thought the Jorgenson Inn was much better staffed. The boys there are really cute. The both of us walked in and the lady at the counter looked us up and down.

"Hi. I'm Shiro Logan and this is my brother Neil. We have reservations," I informed the lady.

"Yes, there you are. Here is your room keys," she said, sliding an envelope to me across the counter.

I nodded and went to the couch in the sitting area and opened the envelope. Inside was the pass card to the elevator and a note.

"Here's the pass card to the elevator and to your rooms next to the Sprout Twins," I read to Neil.

Neil picked up the bags and followed me to the elevators. I slid the card through the reader and the doors opened up. We got in and just as the doors closed, a man sprinted over, stopping the doors from closing.

"Hotel security. Both of you come with me please," he said curtly.

Tango, Neil pathed.

I looked at the man. "I suggest you get the fuck out of here or be arrested for violating your restraining order."

The man snarled at me. "I'll whip your ass for that, little boy."

Neil pushed the man out of the doors and I thumbed the close doors button as Neil reached for his cell phone. The man sprinted out the nearby door as Neil called Shorty.

"What you want?" the voice came back through the cell.

Neil brought him up to speed. "Tango was just here, tried to arrest Shiro and me, posing as hotel security."

The elevator headed up as Neil gave Shorty a very accurate description of the tango.

"I'm parking the car, kid. I'll search the area before coming up," Shorty said.

"When you knock on the door, the word is Seal sauce," Neil said and then hung up the cell.

I nodded approval. "Good. Now the fun begins."

Neil's Journal

We got off the elevator at the top floor. There were six sets of double doors, three to our lefts and three to our right. I checked the card and looked at the sign on the wall. The room we needed was to the left. I slid the card through the reader and the door clicked. Shiro pushed the door open and we walked in. The place was a total mess, pizza boxes everywhere, clothes strewn all over the place, soda cans stacked up on the tables around the huge big screen TV, and game cartridges scattered in front of the big screen.

"Definitely well lived in," I said much to Shiro's amusement.

"Kinda reminds me of your room back home," Shiro cracked.

"Oh fuck you very much," I said, laughing.

We checked out the rest of the place and set our bags in the third bedroom. We got unpacked and Shiro set up his ops (operations) laptop and booted it up.

"Going to send Dad a report?" I asked.

Shiro nodded. "Yes. This guy certainly didn't waste any time trying to take us out."

I nodded. "Agree with you there. He knew who we were, so that tells me we got a leak somewhere in the hotel or the film crew."

"Second that. I take it you'll be checking that out later?" Shiro asked.

I smiled. "Yup. For right now I want to clean things up a little."

"Have fun," Shiro said as he sat down in front of the laptop.

I walked back into the living room and decided to start with the soda cans first. I found trash bags in the kitchen area that looked like a tornado hit. Okay I know us guys can create the same effect back home, but we do clean up after ourselves. I hope maid service won't be one of our chores. The soda cans were easy to collect. All I had to do was locate them all and toss then into the bag after crushing them. I set a record for crushing two hundred cans in one shot. That done, I turned to the pizza boxes. They were just as easy to locate and flatten. Then I found the empty clothes hamper and set it in the middle of the living room. Just as the front door opened, all of the clothes came to attention, the shirts and jeans jumping up. I glanced at the door and noted the slack jawed expression on the Twin's faces, including the huge black man standing behind them. I turned back to the clothes and made them dive into the clothes hamper. As a last hurrah, I had a pair of jeans climb up onto the top of the huge big screen and then stage dive off the top right into the clothesbasket. I turned to the Sprout Twins and the man standing behind them.

"Hi. I'm Neil Logan of Samurai Inc. My brother Shiro is in the guest bedroom and will join us in a moment. He's sending a report to my Dad," I said.

Cole blinked and then nodded. "Dude, that was way wild!"

"You're mutant," Dylan said a moment later after he closed his mouth. "Telekinetic? Moves things with your mind?"

I grinned. "Yup. I'm also telepathic."

"Cool!" Cole grinned. "You'd find the bad guys by their thoughts!"

I nodded, knowing how true that was. "Done it a few times. Who's your friend?"

Cole turned to look at the black man. "This is Ronny. He's our driver."

I shook his hand. "Nice to meet you Ronny."

"If you kids are going to be alright, I'll head back down," he said.

"Thanks Ronny," Dylan said as the man went out the door.

The twins turned to me once the door closed behind Ronny. "Glad you're here, dudes. Mutual friends of ours say you guys are totally excellent and way cool to boot."

"Who would be these mutual friends?" Shiro asked as he walked into the living room. "Nice job, Neil."

"Rory Culkin is one, Harley Joel Oswald sends his regards and so does Aaron Cutler, and Jake Llewellyn," Cole said.

I smiled. "They are indeed friends."

Shiro came around and sat down on the couch as I floated the teapot in from the kitchen. Shiro took a cup of tea while the Twins and I had a couple of Cokes.

"We encountered your man while on the way up here," Shiro said. "He tried to arrest us by impersonating hotel security. He knows we are on to him."

"Oh man!" both of them groaned. "That's going to make things harder."

I nodded. "Yeah, it will. But if he doesn't know about our abilities, that will be a plus in our favor. We'll just maintain a high profile around you guys until we take him down."

"So how come you didn't try and stop him?" Dylan asked.

I had wondered why Shiro hadn't taken him down.

"There were too many people in the lobby. He could have been packing a gun. That's why I didn't try and catch him right then. Neil had called a cop friend of ours and the man was still in the parking lot. Hopefully he caught the man," Shiro said.

"When we do take him down, we don't want anyone else around. No need for innocents to get hurt," I said.

Cole nodded. "I see your point. So what happens now?"

"We hang out with you guys until we take this dude to the cleaners," I said.

The smiles we got in return was all the clue we needed that they were down with that.

Later that evening we polished off a second pizza while watching Codename: Kids Next Door on the big screen flatten the Toilenator. Cole burped and I smiled. Shiro immediately grabbed onto his recliner while I let out a loud rumbler and shook the couches and chairs at the same time. The Twin's faces lit up at the same time.

"Awesome!" they yelled out as they gave each other high five.

Shiro just sighed as he relaxed. "Forgot to tell you guys that Neil is the champion when it comes to that."

"We be cool with that," Cole grinned.

Both of them were sitting on the couch together, Cole's head on his brother's shoulder. Dylan sighed and put his arm around Cole's shoulder and I suddenly realized they were lovers as well. Sure gives a whole new meaning to the term "brotherly love". I watched with a smile on my face as Cole turned his head and moved forward to kiss Dylan on the mouth. I casually cleared my throat and the both of them suddenly realized what they were doing. Both of them sprang apart immediately. Shiro nodded to me. I stood up and leaned over Shiro and gave him a nice long kiss as I headed to the kitchen with the empty pizza box. I glanced back to see the shocked expressions on their faces.

Shiro's Journal

I smiled as the twins gaped at me for a moment, and then something must have clicked in Dylan's head because he started to smile and laugh at the same time.

"Hey, what up?" Cole demanded as he looked at his now laughing brother.

Dylan slowed down for a moment. "Think about that one for a moment."

Cole looked puzzled for a moment and then he began to grin. "Ah, you two are gay?"

"Yes we are," I said. "My two other brothers are too."

Both of them slapped high five. "What a relief!"

"So relax and just be yourselves," I said as Neil came back from the kitchen.

"We will keep your secret," Neil said. "No need for the general public to find out. We'll never tell a soul."

Cole and Dylan breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks. That means a lot to us."

We spent the evening talking about the entertainment business and a number of subjects. It was nice to be just normal kids for the evening for a change and not have to worry about bad guys trying to break in or something. We don't always get that chance and it sure was nice to do it.

The next time I looked up at the clock it was close to eleven. I yawned and stretched, feeling tired.

"What time do you guys need to be on the set in the morning?" I asked as I stood up, stretching out.

Dylan got up and went over to the table in the living room and looked at the call sheet.

"Our first shot goes down around nine," he replied.

I nodded. "I'll set the alarm for eight. Do you eat up here or down in the dining room?"

"Down in the dining room set aside for us. We also have classes in there as well," Cole replied.

"Ah, got to keep up on your studies," I said as they groaned.

"It sucks," Cole complained.

"What are you guys going to do if the acting gig ends?" I asked. "Got to have something to fall back on."

Dylan sighed. "I know. Our Mom keeps saying the same thing. She also says nobody wants to hire a dumb actor."

"Your Mom's got a point there," Neil said coming back into the room. "Dad makes us go when we're not working a case."

"Man, I tell you, parents just don't understand," Cole complained.

I sighed. Dad can be hardheaded sometimes and no amount of convincing can get through to him. At least he listens to our side of things, which is a lot more than most people would.

I followed Neil to our room after making sure the doors and windows were secured for the night. I watched Neil strip off and I climbed into bed with him.

"I hope we can end this situation without any problems," I said to Neil.

Neil nodded as he snuggled up to me. "Same here. Last thing we need is people getting hurt, especially them."

"Be fun if they are willing to play with us," Shiro said.

"That's up to them, bro. I'd be willing to," Neil grinned.

I sighed and pulled him closer to me and hugged him tight. "Let's get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day."

It doesn't matter if I am on the road or at home, I am usually up early for my daily run of six miles and a good workout in a gym. The Tipton definitely had a first class gym. I was in the gym finishing off my workout with the bench press, pushing two fifty when one of the hotel security guys loomed over me as I was trying to push the weight up for the tenth time. He reached down and spotted me, helping me just enough to get it up. After I racked it and sat up, the man grinned at me.

"Very impressive, kid. You must play football or wrestle," he said.

"Thanks. I wrestle actually. That and martial arts," I replied.

He nodded. "Very good. I wrestled back in my college days. Enjoyed it too. Would have gone on to be professional if I hadn't thrown my shoulder out in the last match of my college career."

"Ouch," I said. "Doesn't sound like fun."

"It wasn't," he said, sighing. "I do it only when I have to. My competitors are usually the drunks from the nightclub here in the hotel."

"Hopefully not too stressful," I said.

"Drunks are usually easy to handle, unless they get nasty. Then it gets physical," he said. "I gotta go, nice talking to you."

I watched him leave and then reached down for my towel and the bottle of water I had. I went back upstairs and into the suite. I sat down on the carpet and assumed the meditation position and let myself sink into Getsumi no Michi. I felt pleasure coming from Cole and Dylan's room and smiled. It's nice to see brothers who care for each other. I moved away from those feelings and totally relaxed. Once I was in my center, I rose and began my katas (prearranged forms), starting slowly and working my way up to top speed, and then slowing down. When I opened my eyes, Neil was standing there.

"Very nice, Shiro. In top form as always," Neil said.

I grinned. "I try."

Neil handed me a cup of tea and I slowly drank it, feeling the heat spreading through me.

"I just came out of the shower. The twins up yet?" Neil asked.

I stretched out with my feelings and noted the pleasure I had felt earlier was gone. They were moving around in their room.

"Yup. They should be out in a minute," I said. "I'll go hit the shower."

When I came out of the room fifteen minutes later, Cole, Neil, and Dylan were sitting on the couches discussing the current situation.

"Hey," Cole said as I walked in, "Neil was telling us about Samurai Inc. Sounds like a cool job."

"It can be fun at times," I laughed.

"We would like to hear more later," Dylan said. "Right now I'm hungry."

With that, we headed downstairs to the private dining room.

No sign of our man, Neil pathed.

I nodded. Good. Hopefully he will stay away today.

What are the odds on that? Neil said.

Slim. You should know these bad guys by now. Never do anything easy, I pathed back.

We walked into the dining room at that moment and over breakfast, met the rest of the cast. Neil and I were being cast as extras so our job of guarding the twins got easier. All we needed to do was change shirts every so often.

"Everyone is going through a check in process until you guys catch Icky," the director said. "I'm not taking chances of this guy slipping in on the set again."

"Good," I said. "I'd like to know if anyone sees someone unusual hanging around the set."

"I'll make that part of the standing orders," the man said as he turned to his assistant. "Good luck."

"Thanks," I said.

I was hoping we could catch this guy quickly.

Neil's Journal

While Shiro was talking to the director, I did a light scan of everyone in the room to see who the leak might be. I did find one likely suspect, an older guy sitting in the far corner. I couldn't flat out accuse him, I needed proof that he was the one. He would be watched closely. I turned back to the conversation at the table as the twins ran through their lines for the morning's shoot with their stage mom. Nice looking lady too.

"Good. You guys got it right now," she was saying.

Dylan sighed. "We better. We spent a part of the late afternoon going over our lines before running out with Ronny."

"I'm sure you guys will do fine," I said.

"Easy for you to say," Cole groaned. "Our director is obsessive when it comes to getting things right."

"I've seen it before," I said, thinking back to the few times we'd run into nutty directors. "Just got to humor them."

I looked at the director in the far corner and quietly slipped into his thoughts. The one main thought he had was concerning the twins, and it wasn't pleasant. Suddenly I wondered if there was a conspiracy going on between the three. Just what we needed to complicate things. I decided to have Shorty run a check on the two and I'd call Mac out in Hollywood and ask him to do the same. If they came up blanks, no harm done.

"Okay people!" the director yelled. "Let's get the day started!"

All of us started to leave the room. The director came up to the twins and I pretended to have my attention someplace else.

"You two had better get it right this morning or else," he threatened them.

I could feel the fear off them as he walked away. I turned back to them.

"You guys okay?" I asked as Shiro came over.

Cole nodded nervously as Dylan looked at me.

"Not the first time he threatened you, is it?" I asked again.

"Ever since he was hired," Cole said softly.

"Then Icky showed up," Dylan said.

That was enough to set off alarm bells in my head. "You let us worry about them."

Both of them nodded in relief and we followed them out the door to the set. Shiro took up one spot by the elevators and I took my spot by the game room door. It was simple. If anything happened, I'd throw a shield around them and float them to Shiro and he'd get them in and up to the suite while I took care of the problem.

We need to call Mac in Hollywood, I pathed.

What's up bro? Shiro asked.

I want two people checked out, I said. The director and that guy over by the desk, the one in jeans, the red polo, with red hair and beard.

I watched Shiro casually raise his hand up by his face and saw a glint of silver in his hand. He was taking pictures with his new spy camera. Hope the damn thing works. He slipped his hand back into his pocket and turned his attention back to what was going on. They started the morning's shoot and everything did go well. The twins did their lines and actions perfectly. According to the call sheet, they weren't needed until later that evening. Shiro and I escorted them back up to their suite. I caught a glimpse of the director's face and he didn't look very friendly.

Back up in the room the guys collapsed on the couch and closed their eyes. Shiro immediately went into our room and went to work on the laptop. He uploaded the pictures into the laptop and they had come out perfectly. Then he sent an email to Mac. Shiro's cell rang a few moments later as all four of us were sitting around in the living room chilling out.

"Bark Bark Productions," I answered the cell after punching the speaker button on the cell after recognizing Mac's number.

"Cat Lovers of America, we claw to please," Mac's distinctive growl was heard.

The guys were rolling on the floor at the exchange and I smiled.

"Did you get the email I sent you Mac?" Shiro asked.

"Yeah I did, kid. Two things to tell you. The director is a real hothead. Doesn't like working with kids. There's a red flag on him because of so many complaints on him from a lot of parents. Questionable behavior, questionable comments, and just plain nasty temper. The second man has a record of child offenses, but never convicted. As for Icky as the twins have named him, nothing on him. Sorry," Mac apologized.

Shiro sighed. "Okay, thanks. I'll email some friends of ours in England and see what I come up with."

"Watch your back, kid. I'll see ya," he said and hung up.

I hung up the cell and turned to Neil and the twins. "That wasn't encouraging."

"Do you think all three are related to each other?" Cole asked.

"Good question," Neil said. "I'll have to probe deeper this evening."

"I don't like this," Dylan said. "I'm getting a bad feeling."

Shiro turned to Dylan. "What does your bad feeling tell you?"

"Run and hide," Dylan said.

"Wrong thing to do," I said. "It's what they want you to do."

"By doing that, they win. By staying and fighting back, you win," Shiro said.

Both of them nodded. "So what do you suggest?"

"First off, don't let the director intimidate you. Second, act like you are not afraid," I said.

"Third and most important, draw strength from each other. That will help you make it through," Shiro said and I nodded agreement to that.

"We're tired. Can you wake us in time for the evening shoot?" Dylan asked.

Shiro smiled. "Sure. Go for it."

They got off the couch and walked into their room with me behind them. I quickly checked the room before closing the door behind me. Then I joined Shiro on the couch.

Shiro's Journal

I opened their door a half hour before the scheduled shoot later that evening. Dylan had Cole in his arms and they looked so cute together. I knocked on the door and they woke up.

"Time to go," I said.

Both of them groaned but got up. I grinned as I saw their boxers. Plaid styled boxers. I went back to the living room and nodded to Neil.

"I owe you. Plaid boxers," I said.

Neil grinned. "I knew it!" he chortled.

I shook my head as the twins came out of their room. We rode down in the elevator to the lobby. The shoot for the evening was to be in the game room, so Neil and I had changed shirts for the shots. I'd take up station in the far corner by the second door while Neil would be over by the main doors, rocking a Star Wars machine while I leaned against the jukebox. Director came in followed by Red Beard. I felt myself going cold. The director set up the shots and turned to the twins.

"Dylan and I got the lines down. No problem," Cole smiled.

That seemed to ease the director and the shoot got started. It was done in nearly an hour and the director looked pleased. I felt relief. Neil nodded to me and we escorted Cole and Dylan back upstairs. Neil closed his eyes and then nodded.

"Room's clean," he reported.

I turned to lock the door and set the deadbolt. "Door is secure. What did you find out?"

Neil went into the kitchen and the three of us followed him.

"Director man is so uptight he's a prime candidate for a heart attack," Neil said. "He's trying to keep his job and he wishes he was somewhere else. He's no threat."

Cole opened his Coke and took a drink. "What about Red Beard?"

"He's definitely watching you guys and some of the stuff in his head is wild, but he's harmless. He doesn't want to harm you. They don't have any connection to Icky," Neil reported.

"This is Friday night. We have all the major stuff done except for touch ups if needed. The director looks at the rough draft and decided if anything needs to be done over. Monday morning we'll know what's up. If it's cool, then we have a week off before doing a new episode," Dylan said.

"Which means we can get out of here for a week," Cole grinned.

I liked the sound of that. "Any special plans?"

"Shopping trip at the local mall," Dylan said.

"The boarding park," Cole grinned.

I was liking the sound of this already. Even Neil was grinning.

"Okay. I don't see any harm in doing that," I said. "Just stay close to us and there shouldn't be any problems. I'll cover Dylan and Neil will cover Cole."

"If shit does fly, let us handle things," Neil said.

"Agreed," they both said in unison.

I flopped onto the couch. "Any extras with this place?"

"There's the Jacuzzi out on the balcony," Dylan said. "Security set up a privacy screen over the whole balcony area to keep nosy people from watching us."

"Now that is an idea," I said, watching Cole unbuttoning his shirt. "Lead the way, my good man."

Cole grinned as he pulled his shirt off. His torso was slim and smooth, his nipples dime sized and flat. The three of us watched as he continued his strip show. He kicked his shoes off and then pulled his socks off. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it off. Then he unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor.

"You look sexy in plaid boxers," I commented as Neil and Dylan grinned.

Cole just laughed and turned his back on us and wiggled his ass at us. Then he tugged the back of his boxers down to reveal butt crack. I wolf whistled as he finally revealed bare boy butt. Then he pulled his boxers completely down and kicked them away. As he turned around he covered his cock and balls completely with both hands.

"Come on man! Show it!" Neil yelled.

Cole laughed once more and then wiggled his hips as he slowly moved his hands away from himself. His cock started growing and expanding from four inches soft to a very nice seven inches hard. He didn't have any hair on his cock or balls.

"Oh very nice!" I grinned as Cole posed sexy.

"My turn!" Dylan jumped up from the couch.

Cole walked out to the Jacuzzi to turn on the jets and to make sure it was hot. Dylan did the same thing except his cock was at least eight.

"Big cocks run in the family," he grinned.

Cole walked back in, his cock swinging from side to side just in time to catch Dylan's comment. "Our Dad is at least ten inches, our Grandpa the same."

"More to play with," Neil laughed. "Now you guys park it and I'll deliver the Neil special."

I looked at both of them. "You'll like this."

Neil began a slow sensuous dance and his shirt slowly unbuttoned it's self. I could hear them gasp at the sight. They watched spellbound as Neil stripped himself with his powers. I leaned back and enjoyed the sight. No matter how many times he does this, I still enjoy it. Especially when the client just goes nuts over it.

Neil finished his act and the twins gave him high fives over it. I got up and did my thing and the twins liked my nine inches. All of us grabbed towels and sodas and headed outside to the Jacuzzi. We settled in and sighed.

"This feels good after a stressful day," Cole said.

"You know it bro," Dylan said.

I watched Cole lean forward and kiss Dylan on the mouth as Neil leaned into me. Both of them moved closer and put their arms around each other and started some real passionate kissing. I felt Neil's fingers curl around my cock as I took his cock in hand. We slowly jacked each other off as we watched Cole and Dylan get into some heavy kissing and petting. A moment later Dylan turned around and offered his ass to Cole.

"Put it in me, bro. Make love to me," Dylan pleaded.

Cole reached down into his towel and produced a tube of KY and squeezed out a small bead of it on his right index finger. Dropping the tube he gently pushed his finger into his brother's boy hole. He worked it around for a bit and then added a second finger. Once he deemed Dylan ready to receive, he took his cock in hand and rubbed what KY he had left on his fingers into the cock skin. He pointed the cock head into his brother's soft fleshy boy hole and slowly pushed it in. Once Cole was completely inside and seated, he sighed in pleasure.

"You feel good inside of me bro," Dylan moaned.

Cole gripped Dylan's hips and began fucking his brother. Neil suddenly decided to mount me. I sat up on the side of the Jacuzzi as Neil grabbed the tube of KY and rubbed a bit of it onto my cock. He straddled my hips with his back to me and slowly took me inside him. He began matching Cole's strokes as he rode my cock.

"Dylan, I love you Dylan!" Cole moaned.

I let my head go back as the feelings of passion overtook me. "Neil… so hot," I moaned.

I grabbed hold of Neil and carefully turned him over on his hands and knees and started fucking him hard, matching Cole stroke for stroke.

"Cumming… I'm cumming…" Cole whispered a moment later.

Both of us let our heads go back as we cried out, our cocks shooting our loads, Cole into Dylan and me into Neil. Cole remained frozen, his cock deep inside his brother as I lazily pumped Neil a few more times and then eased myself out. A moment later Cole eased himself out of his brother.

"That felt so good," Cole sighed.

Making love is the best thing in the world, no lie.

Neil's Journal

The four of us got out of the Jacuzzi and stretched out onto chaise loungers, kissing and touching. Cole eventually maneuvered himself under Dylan and spread his legs open. Dylan retrieved the KY and squeezed some out onto his right index finger and then handed it to me. Shiro and I watched as Dylan prepared his brother. He worked his finger in and out of Cole a few times before adding a second one. I turned to Shiro and did the same. Feeling my finger slip inside a boy hole, be it Shiro, Sacha, or Sammo, always turns me on. I can feel my cock getting excited. It knows it is going to get pleasure in just a moment. I listen to Cole sigh in pleasure. I judge the time is right so I rub a little KY onto my cock and present it at Shiro's entry. I gently push myself inside Shiro and shiver in pleasure as the wonderful feelings race up and down my spine. Shiro moaned softly and I feel pleasure as I push myself into him. I bottom out.

"You feel so nice inside of me," Shiro sighs.

I begin fucking him. I listen to Dylan and Cole's sighs of pleasure as Dylan fucks his brother. I feel the pleasure build up inside of me. It feels good to be joined to my brother. I wonder if Dylan and Cole feel the same. I hear Dylan's cries of pleasure reach a crescendo and suddenly I feel myself cum deep inside Shiro.

"Yes," Shiro sighs.

My body shivers as I climax deep inside of him.

"Oh yes!" I hear Dylan cry out.

I know he's climaxed inside Cole. All four of us relax once the lovemaking is over. Dylan leads Cole to their room as I lead Shiro to ours.

I wake up the next morning with Shiro's arms around me. I look up into his eyes and he leans forward and kisses me.

"Good morning brother," he said.

I smiled. "The same to you."

I get up and stretch. I pull on a pair of shorts and head out to the kitchen to put up coffee and make a cup of tea for Shiro. The twins are coming out of their room as I turn around to put cups on the counter.

"Sleep well last night?" I asked.

Dylan smiles as Cole puts his arms around Dylan. "We sure did."

"Good. I feel well rested myself. Be nice if we heard from the director," I said.

As if on cue, there is a knock at the front door. I scan the person on the other side and it's the director.

"The director's here," I announce as Shiro comes out of the bedroom.

He opens the door and the man walks in. "Can I talk to the twins privately?"

"Sure. Have a seat in the living room," Shiro said.

Cole and Dylan go and sit down on the other couch as Shiro and I retreat to the kitchen.

"Guys, I apologize for being so hard on you lately. I am pleased to tell you everything is perfect and that you will have some time off. Here's a little something to show my appreciation for the hard work," he said, handing the guys thick envelopes.

He stood up and waved goodbye and left. Cole and Dylan come over to the counter and open the envelopes. Inside is a thousand dollars cash.

"Fuck yeah!" Cole exclaimed as he looked at the money. "We is going to the mall for some cool stuff!"

"Games for the Xbox," Dylan's eyes glazed over.

"Any nice places to get clothes?" I asked.

Cole nodded. "Marks and Spencer's. An English outfit. I like the London boy suits."

I nodded. "Cool. I could use a new double breasted."

"Why? Aren't yours good enough?" Shiro cracked.

I chased Shiro around the couch a few times as the guys laughed. I plunked down after pooping out, glaring at Shiro.

"Don't worry, I'll get you another teddy for your mate," I cracked.

Shiro growled at me as the guys erupted in laughter once more.

We went to the mall just down the street. It was supposed to be one of Boston's finer malls and that was obvious. What else was obvious was the fact that the twins were well known there. They stopped to sign some autographs every so often. I noticed the mix was just about even and that a majority of the boys that asked for them were obviously gay. I thought that was cool. I followed the guys into a video store.

"What are you guys looking for?" I asked.

"Something that our Mom won't go nuts over," Cole said.

Dylan sighed. "That kind of eliminates a lot of the games in here."

Shiro was waving something. "How about the new HP pc game?"

"Prisoner of Azkaban," I read off the box. "Haven't seen this game yet."

"If it's like the last game it should be cool," Dylan said.

"Actually its much better than the last game," the voice sad from behind Cole.

I felt a flash of fear from Cole. I looked to see Icky from the poster at the hotel.

Shiro! Tango! I pathed.

Cole turned to run and the man grabbed him by the lapel of his shirt. Cole then did something totally unexpected. He turned and kicked the man in the nuts. The man went pale and sank to the floor. All four of us ran for the door. A moment later he was hot on our tail.

"Boston police! Stop where you are!" he yelled.

One deranged wolf special coming up, I pathed.

Shiro grabbed Cole and Dylan and we hid behind a large bush. I stood casually in the center of the place and whistled a merry tune as the man approached. I smiled as the hazy outline of my deranged wolf illusion formed. The man scrabbled to a stop and wet his pants at the sight of it and fainted. The wolf vanished instantly before any one else saw it. I casually headed into the bookstore and the guys followed a moment later. Security arrived two minutes after that but the guy came to and shook them off and stormed out.

"Wolfie strikes again," Shiro chuckled. "Gotta love that one."

The guys cracked up and we resumed out shopping expedition, coming back to the hotel loaded down with stuff. We ordered out and did a Star Wars marathon, giving me new ideas for deranged creatures and other things. This was the best fun I'd had in ages.

We rolled out of bed around noon. I stretched and popped stuff in my back. I peeked in on the guys and they were still wrapped around each other. I headed into the kitchen for a cup of coffee and to start thinking of a plan to get rid of this clown once and for all. The DVD of Macaulay Culkin's movie "Home Alone" jumped out at me having watched it a week ago and I recalled the story of the boy who was accidentally left behind at home and fought off a pair of bumbling burglars. The idea was sound, but we needed to stage it someplace so nobody but us could get hurt, and we wanted to hurt the tango very badly. I walked out onto the balcony and looked through a pair of binoculars around the surrounding buildings until I spotted what might be a distinct possibility for my plan. I slipped out once I dressed and headed down to check it out. Once I got inside what was an abandoned building, I knew I had found the answer. Now all we had to do was make this thing work on the fly. I headed back to the hotel after compiling a list of items I had seen inside. It also was big enough to work a bunch of illusions, which I took the opportunity to test. Ah yes, this definitely would be lots of fun.

Back at the hotel I started sketching down on paper possible booby traps and snares. Places to set them up. Places to spring illusions, and so on. I was really getting into the spirit of this thing. I wanted to make sure this guy would never forget us by the time we were done and he was in the loving arms of the Boston police. I laughed evilly as the guys walked into the kitchen.

"Sugar overdose," Shiro informed the guys. "Happens quite often."

"Fuck you very much," I snapped. "Grab a spot here at the counter. I got a battle plan to deal with our favorite rabid fan."

I spent the next half hour explaining the plan. What made it a hit was the fact that it was a kiss (keep it simple, stupid) plan. Shiro nodded as Cole and Dylan grinned.

"Very cool, Neil. I like this plan. The crucial moment is when he comes in after us. We need something to slow him down a bit," Shiro said.

Good point. I thought back to what was in the opening I chose to get in at, which in my mind was the most logical place for us to get in easy. Paint buckets. All I needed was a simple brace and set up a paint bucket for him to knock over. That would give us at least three, four minutes tops before he continued the chase. We could do anything by then, depending on which direction he took.

"I like the evil smile he's got," Cole said.

Shiro just sighed. "Oh God, he's on the jazz again."

I'm really beginning to enjoy this job.

Shiro

When Neil unraveled his plan to us on paper, I knew he had a winner. He was right about one thing and that was setting up stuff on the fly. After Neil described the building and what was inside of it, I knew it was going to be easy. While jerk off was dealing with one thing we'd have at least two, maybe three more things set up by the time he got going again. Neil had Dylan and Cole stand at attention so he could commit their looks to memory. Dylan grinned as he caught on to why Neil was doing it.

"You're going to create illusions of us," he said as Neil smiled.

"Too awesome!" Cole laughed. "We are going to have fun with this one!"

We did, too. Getting him to follow us was easy. All we had do to was jog out the side entrance of the hotel and drop our boards and off we went. Idiot was riding a ten speed after us. Neil helped keep us ahead of him by pushing us with his powers. Looking at the twins you could tell they were having the time of their life. We turned and went down the alley and entered the building a dozen yards in front of him. We left our boards hidden under a stack of pipes and took off towards cover. Neil created an illusion of the guys sitting on a couch with Pepsi in their hands. Right in front of the couch was a long trough used to mix cement in, deep enough for him to go almost completely under. It was filled with mud and water, something that was already there. Neil made sure it was directly in front of the couch. He created the illusion of a piece of carpet in front of the couch. Oh yes did it work. The tango came running up to them and tripped, landing face first into the mix. That started the fun. By the time we were done, he had been flash fried, had boards smack him on the ass, up there (such interesting facial contortions), across the chest, across the face, and on top of his head. He'd been paint bombed, bee bombed (Dylan was the one who found the hive and knocked it down on the guy), and run over by a dozen fifty five gallon drums. Neil's illusions worked great! Wolfie (Neil's original deranged wolf illusion) was the second illusion to appear. Then after that a steady stream of Wolfie's family appeared. Let's see, there was a real deranged Wolfie modeled after the Jason character in the Jason movies but this one toted a chainsaw for a even more dememted effect, a group of junior Wolfies on skateboards using baseball bats on his ass or whatever they could whack on his body, the monster from Alien made an appearance, and so much more. Neil just kept rolling out the illusions as we set up trap after trap. By the time the guy got to the loading dock areas, he was a complete wreck. Then suddenly Shorty came jumping out of nowhere, holding a pair of Desert Eagle .50 caliber autos.

"FREEZE ASSHOLE!" he yelled.

Right behind him was two dozen cops holding various weapons. The sound of those weapons being cocked all at once cam is very intimidating. The tango just dropped to the floor and just started sobbing. Shorty looked at him strangely.

"What da fuck?" he said.

"Ah boss," one of the troopers said, gaining his attention.

Behind asshole the junior Wolfies appeared, wearing typical skater baggies, t-shirts with band logos, and ball caps backwards.

"Samurai Inc. says hello!" one said cheerfully.

"You know where to find them," the next one said.

"The usual word," the next one said.

"We gone," the last one said, and dropped his board on the floor.

Each one kicked asshole in the ass as they skated out the door. It took the cops a while to stop laughing their asses off. Dylan smiled as we went out the door.

"That's what I like. A happy cop," he said.

The rest of us just groaned.

Shorty arrived around four in the afternoon just as I was about to place a phone order for take out. Shorty held up some plain white bags.

"Save yer money, kid. I got it right here," he said.

Over dinner he told us what happened after he threw the man in jail.

"We raided his apartment. This dude is one seriously sick puppy. He'd kidnap boys and make videos of them… doing things to each other. He wanted you guys to do the same. He planned on producing the video to certain customers of his and make some serious money off them. We managed to find four of the victims here, and we've sent flyers and pictures from the tapes to other cities to find more. This dude is going away for a very long time. Thanks. The City of Boston owes you guys. Send us the bill. We'll cover it," Shorty said. "Now kindly explain the junior wolves."

We told him the whole story and Neil showed him all the illusions he used. Shorty was grinning the entire time.

"They will never believe this," he grinned. "Keep it to yourselves and this guy will talk himself into a permanent lockup in the state mental hospital for the rest of his life, I guarantee it."

The man did exactly that when we went back for the trial a few months later. The four of us got together and squared our stories away and stuck to them.

Later in the evening the four of us were relaxing in the hot tub. Neil had his eyes closed and I knew he was meditating, recharging his batteries. He didn't completely exhaust himself, but had gotten a real good workout today with his powers. Dylan was sitting next to him and he got out a moment later. I watched him drape a towel over a table and then whisper something into Neil's ear. Neil got out and dried himself off and got on the table, face down. Dylan started to massage him.

"Dylan gives good massage," Cole said as we watched.

"What do you do best?" I asked Cole.

Cole smiled. "I know how to please."

Hell, that was good enough for me. We both got out and dried off. Cole nodded to Dylan and I realized they had planned this. I chuckled as Cole took me by the hand and led me to the guest bedroom. I closed the door behind me and we lay down on the bed. Cole used a finger to trace my muscles on my torso and played with my nipples for a moment. I sighed as the pleasure rose up from inside of me. I truly love my job, but I definitely enjoy the benefits that go with it. See you later.

Next Episode: Hejiro Onashi appears in a solo adventure!

Author's Notes: This story is fiction. All characters with the exception of Tyler Patrick Johnson (who's modelled after a boy actor) depicted are not real. Johnson's model to my knowledge is not gay and his appearance in this story does not imply that he is. Hejiro Onashi, Shiro's Grandfather has his first solo adventure! Enjoy the fiction.

I knew sooner or later I would get my opportunity to protect a young man and have to tell about it. So I shall. Make yourself comfortable while I get myself a cup of tea and collect my thoughts for a moment. Comfortable? Good. I must tell you that I have been here for some time and I am happy here. Yes, it did take a bit getting used to, but having my grandson Shiro around to help me was a blessing. Dave Logan is a good man, I could tell that right away when we first met in Japan. As for Shiro, he had grown into a fine young man and I am proud of him. He has many good qualities about him that seem to draw people to him. One of them is his consort, Sammo. He too, has proven himself to be a good young man. I have given both of them my blessings to enjoy their lives together. As for the rest of the Logans, all of them are fine men and young men and they possess many good qualities as well. Two of the young men, Neil and Sacha are very unusual young men. Both have very special talents that have proved to be beneficial to Samurai Inc. and I have trained both to be even better with their unique talents. I have met many of the young men they have brought here to the mountain and all of them have become close friends to us. I have enjoyed meeting all of them and even got the chance to bed some of them, something I had done in the past when I was much younger and now have discovered even in my old age I still enjoy seeing the beauty of the youthful male form. I have young Hugh Mitchell for reawakening my interest in the young male once more. How he ever thought an old man like me would find sex with him so much fun I'll never know, and I should have asked him before he left. Perhaps the next time I see him I shall rectify that.

It was a few weeks ago that I had an opportunity to protect a young man by the name of Tyler Patrick Johnson. I had seen his appearance in the movie "Red Dragon" and though he handled his role very well. After seeing that movie I went to the net and looked him up (Shiro had taught me the basics and once I got them down I was amazed at what one can find on the Internet these days) and discovered a few more of his movies and searched our home library in the media room and watched them as well. Since Samurai Inc. has connections with the movie industry through the Little Acorn Studios in Peckertown and Mac out in Hollywood, we get DVD copies of every movie that involves a young actor before it's released. That gives us an idea of what the movie is about and what the young actor is like. I've seen some really great performances and some that were passable. Things had been quiet for some time until Logan got a call out to go to Peckertown to look into a situation and he took everybody with him. I have slowed up considerably so I really don't go out adventuring anymore and that's fine. But I do keep active by teaching Sacha and Neil the Ninja Arts and both of them along with their very unique abilities have taken to the Ninja Arts very well. Shiro and I spar on a daily basis to keep our skills very sharp. He has done well and I am pleased.

Since the team had gone to Peckertown things around the house was a bit too quiet and I do like peace and quiet but not today. I decided to head into Denver early the next day and go walkabout, something I had not had a chance to do since I got here. Shiro told me there was an Asian community in Denver and told me where it was and I wanted to go and check it out for myself. This was the chance I had been waiting for. So early the next morning I locked up the house and took the Hummer out of the garage and drove into Denver. Logan was right about the Hummer, it handled very nicely for such a big car. He even showed me some of the special modifications he had installed in it and I liked them. Especially if we needed to go into the worst part of Denver to run a mission. I found a parking place on the edge of the Asian community that Shiro had told me about and locked up the car. Seeing the shops and hearing the language spoken and smelling the smells unique to the Asian world brought back memories of life in Japan. I missed Japan and decided I'd go back there someday for a visit. Perhaps I'd take Shiro with me and show him a Japan that most people never have seen. I smiled to myself and stopped at a small tea shop and went inside. I sat down at a table and enjoyed a nice cup of tea. Since it was a bit early in the day, the shopkeeper and his wife joined me and we talked about Japan and I shared a few memories of what it was like when I was just a young lad myself there. They too had grown up in Japan and had lived in the next prefecture over from mine so we quickly became friends. The shop began to fill up with customers so I said my goodbyes and moved on. I knew I'd go back there.

Much to my surprise there was a small TV studio right there in the Asian community and the man at the door invited me in, asking me if I wanted to be part of the studio audience for an hour long talk show. A moment later I was seated and to my surprise they were interviewing a young actor named Tyler Patrick Johnson. I remembered seeing him in the movie "Red Dragon" a few weeks back. He carried himself very well in the show and had quite a bit to say. After the show was done, I followed the crowd out the door and into the lobby where he came out to sign a few autographs. The first hint of trouble was when I saw a strange look cross his face when he saw somebody. I decided to get in closer to help him if he needed it and that proved to be a good move on my part. A man stopped right in front of him and as the big man standing behind Tyler began to react, the man in front of Tyler whipped out a large automatic from under his jacket and whacked the big man behind Tyler. The man went down hard. I realized this man was trying to kidnap Tyler. I moved forward and using a palm strike to the sternum knocked that man down to the floor and stood in front of Tyler. Another one popped out of nowhere and put a gun to my head. Not a good idea.

"Back off old man!" thug number two growled at me. "This boy is mine!" Typical bad guy thinking. Get gun up, says something stupid, and expected me to give in. Anyone who knows me knows I don't give in at all. It is simply not in my nature. Before he could react, I swept his feet out from under him with my left leg, turning around in a complete 360 and as he started coming down snapped my left foot up into the small of his back and propelled him back up into the air once more. I put my left foot down on the ground beneath him and as he started to come down once more, shifted my entire body to the left leaving my right arm behind me and then brought my right fist forward in a punch that struck him in the side almost under his arm. He went flying right into the wall a couple of yards away from us and landed in a heap. All of that had been accomplished in seconds. Nobody even had the chance to react. I stepped back in front of Tyler and quickly scanned the crowd for more hostiles until a voice at the door shouted the four words I thought were great.

"Denver police! Nobody move!" the cop at the door yelled.

"Over here sir," I called out, stepping down from my combat form. The officer came over followed by three more of his buddies. "What happened here?" Before I could answer his questions, the two men came too and started to get up off the floor and quickly found six guns in their faces.

"Those two gentlemen insisted on trying to take this young man with them," I calmly explained. "They pulled weapons. I stopped them."

"You stopped them," the first officer said. "Yeah right." The talk show host looked at the officer. "I'll testify to that." A dozen other people said the same thing and a man in a sport jacket walked in and smiled at me.

"Hejiro-san, how nice to see you again," he said as he bowed. I smiled at Lt. Franks. "I am glad to see you. We have a bit of a problem here." The first officer turned to face Franks. "That old man claims he stopped these two men. They had guns and he didn't. What did you do, karate chop them?" I smiled. "That I did."

"And I believe him," Franks said. "Hejiro Onashi is very skilled in the Martial Arts. He is also a very honorable man." I bowed. "Thank you my friend." Lt. Franks looked at me. "I have not forgotten how you helped me." I had helped him in a murder case in the town next to ours involving a Chinese Tong that turned very deadly and not only protected him but helped him to solve the case and catch the people involved after I first moved here.

"Let's get these jokers locked up and the other man taken care of," Franks said, getting down to business.

By mid afternoon testimony had been given, the three bad guys hauled off and charged, Tyler's bodyguard in the hospital with a very serious concussion, and arrangements with Tyler's parents made for Tyler to stay at the mountain under my protection. If there was a reason why they weren't coming out they never said what it was and I didn't pry. I took Tyler back to the hotel he was staying at and watched him pack his clothes and checked for any hidden bugs with a small detector that some kid named Gizmo out in Peckertown had put together for Logan. Hey it worked and that's what mattered. I guided Tyler to the Hummer and we boarded and got underway. We arrived at the house late afternoon and got in. A snowstorm had been predicted for tonight and I really wanted to get back before it hit. The first flakes were falling as I pulled into the big garage. I stood there for a moment as I watched the snow start to fall. Tyler stood on my left side.

"Wow. That's really beautiful," he commented.

"I think so too," I said. "One of the reasons why I'm glad I came here." Tyler followed me into the house. "All of this yours?" he asked.

"No. It belongs to a man named David Logan. He is an ex-Navy Seal who bought all of this land and started a security company called Samurai Inc." I told him. Tyler grinned. "Yeah, I heard of you guys. A number of friends have talked about you guys, said you guys were really cool." Nice to know people were still recommending us. I led him upstairs and to one of the guest bedrooms and showed him in and left him alone to settle in. I went to my room to change into something comfortable and got into one of my kimonos that I had bought before leaving Japan. I feel so much more at home in them. I heard Tyler go past my room and head on downstairs. I headed down there a few minutes later and saw him going from the weight room to the outdoor pool that was enclosed for the winter. Actually we flat out enclosed the pool so we could use that area anytime we wanted. The panels were clear enough to let in the sun and keep the garden area green and colorful, something I enjoy tending. I went into the kitchen and put up a pot of tea and sat there for a bit analyzing my actions at the studio this morning. As far as I was concerned, I did everything perfectly. I had put them down fast with just two or three simple moves. I suddenly became aware of a lack of sound and wondered where Tyler had gotten off to. I went looking for him and entered the game room in the first basement area. I groaned when I saw the door open going down to the second basement where the playroom was. I hoped he didn't think I would torture him here. I went through the door and went down the stairs quietly. I found him in front of a floor length mirror, looking at the black leather collar he had on around his neck. I wondered if he had been through a bondage scene before. He looked up into the mirror and saw me standing there.

"You like this," I said to him. Tyler nodded. "I have an uncle who is into this. Anytime I spend a weekend with him, which is quite often, he puts me through a bondage and slave scene. As the story goes, my grandfather used to master him and my father. My uncle approached my father and told him I had discovered his playroom. Truth is I was involved with my uncle for some time before he told my Dad. Dad sat down with me and I told him I was fascinated by the whole idea. Dad then decided that he and my uncle should teach me all about it first. But before that, he sat me down with a book and explained the "mysteries of sex" as he put it. Sure glad he told me the right stuff. You have no idea how wrong the other guys at school are over sex."

"That's scary," I said with a shudder. "Getting the wrong information about sex could have very serious repercussions later in life. Glad your Dad gave you the right information. Now as to the business at hand, I am willing to master you until you go home. We will play safely and carefully so that you or I don't get hurt and it becomes so much more enjoyable. I just need to know that you are sure about this then." Tyler nodded. "Absolutely. I've done it enough times with my Dad and uncle to know what's involved and what happens. I think it would be fun to be mastered by another man for a time." I nodded and thought about it for a moment.

"I give you my word this will be kept between you and me. Nobody else needs to know about this," Tyler said.

"Then you understand the risk I am taking here," I said.

"Yes," Tyler nodded. That settled my mind. I reached for a leash and snapped it on his collar and led him upstairs to the bedroom he was staying in and told him to strip down. Let me describe him as to what I saw of him. He was twelve, had brown hair and very nice blue eyes. He stood about 4-10, had a nice slim build and a nice flat tummy. His dime sized nipples stood out as they were exposed to the air. I thought he was a very good looking boy.

Tyler finished stripping down and then stood at attention so I could inspect him closer. I ran my hands over his body and was pleasantly surprised not to find any baby fat left on him. He was solid and lean.

"I exercise a lot," he said. "I workout as often as I can. My friends tell me that some of the movies they've done had been physically demanding and I want to be in shape if I ever find myself on the set of one." I nodded. "A very good habit for a young person to have." I looked down at his pubes and was surprised to find a thin sparse growth of hair above his cock. It looked like it had been cut down nice and neat.

"Dad does it to me once a week," Tyler said. "He said it's easier to sue condoms and much nicer looking that way." Can't argue with that logic. I ran my hands over his young balls that felt nice and full of Tyler cum and found then to be nice and smooth and free of hair.

"Dad shaves my balls clean once a week as well. Hairy balls aren't that appealing and less hair in the mouth during blowjobs," Tyler said. I agree. I sighed and wondered what to do with this young willing slave boy. I smiled as I thought of something. I looked at the clock and decided to take him back down to the playroom and show him everything. I gently tugged on the leash and he followed me downstairs back to the playroom. I showed him around the playroom and told him what the rules were and he understood them clearly. I sat down in an overstuffed recliner and watched him check out everything, answering a question every other minute. I guess we had some things his Dad didn't have and he was very curious as to how we did things down there. I decided to take him in there tomorrow morning and do a scene on him in the morning. For now it had been a long day and I was in the mood to relax. Tyler sensed it and perched on the edge of a table and sighed.

"I'm a little tired from today's events. Do you mind if we just relax and call it a day early tonight?" he asked.

"Not at all," I said. "In fact, that's a good idea." I fixed a light dinner for the both of us as he sat at the counter listening to my stories of the Japan I once knew when I was but a young man. I even told him about being in World War Two and he sat up at that.

"That's what I'm studying in school right now," he said.

"How about an interview for an extra credit report?" I suggested. "I know Logan has a Polaroid camera somewhere around here and if I can find it I'll let you photograph me in my old military uniform. Believe it or not, it still fits me after all these years." Tyler was very receptive to the idea and I decided to dig out the tape recorder in the morning and let him tape the interview with me. I told him to read over the war with Japan and come up with at least twenty good questions.

After dinner we went and sat down in the great room. I sat down in one of the recliners and he sat between my legs. I moved my hands around his body and loved to feel his smooth skin under my fingers. He sighed and shivered every so often and I knew he was enjoying the pleasure I was giving him. I moved my hands around his body, from his neck all the way down his torso to the pubic hair and then up his back, and then back down his torso again, stopping long enough to play with his dime sized nipples. He loved to feel them being played with. Eventually the clock struck eight and I was ready to call it a day.

"How about a bath before bed?" I suggested. Tyler nodded for a moment. "Sounds like a good idea." I led him upstairs after checking the doors and windows. Up in the main bath that was done in the traditional Japanese bath, I sat Tyler down on the bench after removing his collar. I stripped down and he looked at me with awe.

"You have a great body!" he said. I work out all the time. For an old man I was in damn good shape.

"Thank you Tyler," I smiled. I went right to work and ladled hot water over him until he was completely wet. Then I picked up the soap and started washing him down, using my fingertips to massage his skin as well. He really enjoyed it. He didn't have to but he reciprocated by washing me clean. We sat in the hot tub for a bit with him in my arms. He enjoyed snuggling up to me.

"This is one of the many things I enjoy," he said with a smile. So did I. Makes baths much more fun. We got out and dried each other off and then I led him to my bed. We got in together and he sighed as I took him into my arms. Oh how I love a naked boy in my bed with me! We kissed for a few minutes and then I rubbed his back for a bit and gently caressed him. Before long he was asleep and I smiled as I thought of the fun we would have in the next few days!

I woke up the next morning to something wet and warm on my cock. I looked under the sheet and found Tyler working on my cock. What a nice way to wake up in the mornings! He looked up at me and grinned and then went back to work on my cock. I sighed in pleasure as he bobbed up and down on me. It didn't take long for me to cum, shooting my load down his throat. Tyler crawled back up to me and we kissed. I could taste my cum on his tongue.

"Did you like that?" he asked.

"I certainly did," I said. "You did a nice job."

"Now that I've had my shot of protein I need to go and work out," he said. We got out of bed and got ready for the day. Tyler went to his room and got a jockstrap to wear for his workout and I approved of that.

"Why don't you leave it in the guest locker so you won't have to come in here for it?" I suggested.

"Good idea," Tyler said. I slipped the collar on around his neck and he followed me down to the gym. I took it off him and he got on the treadmill and began running. Watching him run in just the jockstrap was a nice sight. I could see his ass cheeks moving and flexing as he ran. I went into the locker room area and changed into shorts and a t-shirt for my own workout. I do lift weights, but just enough to keep my strength up. I'm not trying to build up but maintain my strength. I do however, do my martial arts workout every morning without fail. I don't want to lose those skills. Sacha and Neil have proven themselves to be excellent students and their skills have increased a lot. I look up to see Tyler starting on the universal machine and I walk over to watch him go through his exercises.

"Dad has one of these at home in the basement and he taught me how to use it," Tyler explained. "He watches me while I work on it to make sure I'm not doing anything wrong or that I'm pushing myself too hard."

"Good. Last thing I need is for you to be injured on the thing," I said. I watched Tyler work on the universal machine and then stop. I directed him to the gym showers and watched him wash himself clean. He got dried off and I put the collar back on him. I led him to the kitchen and set a good breakfast on the table. After breakfast I thought for a moment as to what I could do to him today. I looked up at the clock and noted the time. It was midmorning now, plenty of time for a trip into the playroom. Normally when I do my martial arts workout, I usually take up most of the morning to do it and I didn't want to slide on it at all so I decided to put him on a long chain up in the indoor pool area (Logan finally broke down and had a Seabee construction crew come up and build a permanent structure around the pool and garden area. It was mostly glass with enough steel to hold the glass in place. Got plenty of sun in there all day long.) so he could stretch out on a towel in the grass or on the concrete deck. I led him out to the indoor pool area and did just that. I even showed him the potty area behind some tall bushes. Tyler really liked the indoor pool area with the large garden off to the side. Naturally we had a barbeque setup worthy of the house. We did barbeque once a week.

"This is nice," Tyler commented as I snapped the hook on his collar.

"Logan did most of the work before I came here," I said. "I took over the garden and made it even better."

"I do know how to swim," Tyler informed me.

"Good, but you can swim only if I am out here to watch you. Now relax and stretch out a bit," I said.

"Okay," he said. I turned and started my martial arts workout.

By eleven I was done. I had done the basics and worked on something I was planning on teaching Sacha when they got back from Peckertown. I looked over to where Tyler was and he was lying on his back, arms and legs stretched out and he appeared to be asleep. I smiled and walked over. I noted the bottle of sunscreen next to him and knew he had been using it. Good. Didn't want him to get sunburned. I shook his shoulder and he woke up.

"Go for a swim, okay?" I said as I unbuckled the collar. He stood up and went to the diving board and jumped up once, twice, and went straight in. Nearly a perfect dive. I watched him do a couple of laps in the pool and then he came out. I dried him off after making sure he was okay. Then I put the collar back on him and snapped the leash on it. Tyler grinned at me and I knew that he knew what was going to happen next. I sighed as I led him down to the playroom. Why boys are constantly horny is beyond me. Well, I planned on relieving that itch he was feeling at the moment.

First thing I did was to prepare him for a vibrating anal toy. After I got him lubed and stretched, I unrolled a condom over the length of it and had him reach for his ankles. He moaned as I pressed it into him, watching the rounded tip of the anal toy open him up and slowly sink inside of him. Once it was properly seated inside of him I led him to the dentist's chair and strapped him down on it. I placed another vibrating toy on him, going on his cock and the actual vibrating part on the top of his balls. It would arouse his balls and cock at the same time. I'd use another vibrator on his body as I manipulated the vibrator speeds with the sliding controls to the toys inside of him and on him. I turned on the first vibrator that I held in my hand and began running it around his neck, slowly building up his pleasure. For the next ten minutes I watched him writhing about in his pleasure, the straps holding him fast to the chair. When the time was right, I moved his feet into the stirrups and slowly pulled the anal toy out of him as I worked the vibrator to top speed. I slipped a condom on over my cock and then slowly slipped my eight inches into him.

"Oh yes," he groaned in ecstasy. "Fuck me. Make love to me." I began to fuck Tyler as he moaned in his pleasure. His hole felt nice and tight on my cock. I fucked him slow at first and then slowly built up speed as the desire grew stronger inside of me to cum. And then suddenly I was. I felt my cum rush out of me as he cried out in his passion, the vibrator around his cock having gotten too much for him. We both came at the same time, Tyler all over his torso and me into the condom I was wearing deep inside his ass. I sighed in relief. That felt really good. Tyler smiled at me.

"Thanks," he said. "I really needed a good hard fucking." I had to laugh at that. Tyler was one of the few boys I'd met who liked it hard and fast. Most boys I've had in the past liked it slow and gentle. I pulled out of him and dumped the rubber and got us cleaned up. I left him in the chair for the moment as I considered what to do next. I did remove the vibrating toy from his cock and balls and put that away. Looking at the clock I discovered it was coming up on one in the afternoon and decided lunch was in order. I took him out of the chair and stood him in the shower and hosed him down and then watched him get dried off. I put his collar back on him and took him up to the kitchen. I watched as Tyler put together a simple lunch of sandwiches and soup. Both of us were surprised to see the snowstorm had moved in with a vengeance. I was glad we were in here and had plenty of food to carry us through it. The phone rang and it was Logan checking in with me. He gave me a quick report on the situation there and I proposed a solution. He considered it and said he'd try it out. He rang off and I turned my attention back to Tyler as he was cleaning things up. I decided that we could relax for a bit and then trip back down to the playroom for another session, this time I would cuff his hands and feet together and put him on the full size bed for a nice long session of sucking and fucking.

"Sounds like fun," was all he said. Tyler sure was an interesting kid to have around.

For the rest of the afternoon I had him trussed up on the living room floor, ankle cuffs connected to each other, wrist cuffs connected to each other and connected to a belt behind his back, a ball gag in his mouth, and sitting next to me. Every now and then I'd reach down and pet him on the head, or his back, or rub his torso. I'd move my fingers around his dime sized nipples. Gently pulling and twisting them. He'd squirm as I did that and moan through the ball gag. I'd rub his flat tummy with the palm of my hand and he'd sigh in pleasure. But I left his cock and balls alone. I had planned on pleasuring them later that night. I'd look down to see his hard four inches throbbing and leaking precum. It was a very hot sight. There's something about watching a boy squirming in his bondage, his cock so hard and leaking precum as you give him pleasure, just enough to keep him on edge, and then letting him fall over the edge and experiencing a really great orgasm. A sight that really makes me cum.

That night in my room, Tyler watched as I set the ropes in place for the night. I planned to have him tied down in the bed next to me. I could see him smile around the ball gag. Then I turned to him and started removing the ball gag and the collar, but left the wrist cuffs and the ankle cuffs on him. He stretched out in bed and I got him hooked up and then pulled on the ropes until he was spread out nicely. I climbed into the bed with him and relaxed for a moment, my fingers grazing the boy's skin gently. Tyler sighed and I watched his four inches come up hard.

"Such a horny little boy," I said as Tyler chuckled. I moved my fingers around his aroused nipples. Feeling the little nubs beneath my fingers. Never ceases to amaze me how a boy could get so turned on in seconds and Tyler was no exception to that.

For the first few hours I played with him, touching, caressing, kissing, licking, and sucking every inch of his body. I loved to feel the little nubs of his nipples on the tip of my tongue. I enjoyed hearing his cries of pleasure, listened to him beg for more. His body shivered and shook as I gave him pleasure. I kept him on edge just like I had in the living room. Eventually I gave in and began to pleasure his cock and balls. I settled down between his wide spread legs and smiled as he begged me to get him off. I licked his cock up and down slow like it was an ice cream. He shivered violently at that and I backed off for a moment to let him calm down. I sniffed at the bit of flesh between the bottom of his cock and at the top of his balls. Every boy has his own unique scent there and Tyler was no exception. It's something that's hard to be described but it's there. I gently licked his balls and got a scream of pleasure from that. I took them into my mouth and used my tongue to roll them around. I could feel the small eggs moving around inside the sack of boy flesh and I listened to him beg for relief. I moved up to his cock and licked the head of it as he pushed his hips upward, trying to drive his cock into my mouth. I moved away as he expressed his frustration and let him settle down once more. I lowered my head back down to his cock and began sucking on the head of it as he shivered and got a bit more vocal about what I was doing. I slowly slipped the very hard four inches of boy cock into my mouth and heard him sigh. I felt his body shiver once more as I started to suck him off. His eyes were closed as he moved his head from side to side as he whispered things to himself. Not unusual to me. Most of the boys I had in the past did that and I figured they were off in some distant world enjoying the pleasure. Tyler certainly was.

I sucked his cock hard at first and then slowed down and did it gently. I strung him along for as long as I could until he couldn't take it anymore and overloaded on the pleasure and blew his young cream into my mouth. I sucked it down as quickly as I could until he stopped ejaculating. I lay next to him gently rubbing his chest as I sampled his young cream in my mouth. Tyler's eyes were still closed so I took the opportunity to disconnect him from the ropes and secure the wrist cuffs together and the ankle cuffs together. Tyler sighed and then opened his eyes.

"That was so awesome," he said.

"Glad you liked it," I said.

"But there's more to cum, isn't there?" Tyler asked with a smile.

"There is," I said. "But I need to prepare you for it first."

Thanks. I appreciate that. A guy my Dad knew once tried to do it way too soon and hurt me a lot," Tyler said.

"That's too bad," I said. Tyler nodded. "Dad insists that I be lubed up and stretched out if I am going to get fucked. He doesn't want me to get hurt and wants me to enjoy it as well."

"Your Dad is a smart man," I said as I took my time in preparing him. At last he was ready and I left him on his back and raised his legs up. Tyler grinned as I moved up between his legs and put myself at his entry. I felt my cockhead slowly open him up and slip inside of him. Tyler moaned as he shivered in excitement. I noted his hard cock bouncing back and forth as I started fucking him. I was surprised to see I still had the staying power and the ability to fuck. Most old men my age just don't have any interest in sex any more but I was living proof that I still enjoyed it. Just ask any of the boys around here.

I kept going until I couldn't hold back any more and let go. Ahhh, that felt so good! I sighed as Tyler smiled.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked him. He nodded. "I sure did. Thank you." I carefully pulled out and wiped his bottom dry and then snuggled up to him and pulled the covers over us. Tomorrow would be a long day. I was returning Tyler back to his family and I wished I didn't have to.

The flight out was okay. Tyler kept squirming around in his seat even though I had fucked his ass twice this morning, once in the playroom while the cock sucking tube was on him and once in the shower. Both times he had gotten off. He casually stood up and wandered into the back. I followed a moment later and watched him slip into the bathroom with out any one watching him. I stepped in a moment later to find him crouching on the toilet with his pants down. Couldn't refuse an offer like that! I opened my slacks and took a minute to prepare his ass for my old cock and then slipped it in him. I fucked Tyler until both of us were shooting our cum, Tyler's on the walls and mine deep inside of his nice tight boy ass. I heard him sigh and knew he was okay again. I felt a little better myself. Now came the fun part. Leaving the bathroom. I made myself presentable and stuck my head out. I got very lucky that nobody was standing out there or looking in our direction. I closed the door quietly and stood there for a moment and then went back to my seat. Tyler showed up three minutes later with a smile on his face. I hoped that would keep him relaxed until he got home. I hoped nothing would happen until we got out of the airport. Unfortunately nothing ever goes as planned when Mr. Murphy shows up, and he showed up with four guys I'd never seen before and they came marching up to Tyler and tried to grab him. The fight was on and in a few short minutes I had them flying in every direction possible. Just because I am an old man doesn't mean I am an easy target. No, I can be a right bastard when I choose to and these four guys were finding that out right now.

Tyler hid behind the ticket counter as the fight got started and I saw him reach for a mike and heard him broadcast a call for security to gate fourteen, fight in progress. The security at that particular airport was excellent. They were there in seconds and grabbed all five of us. Tyler came out from behind the counter and told them I was his bodyguard and that I was okay.

"Those four guys attacked us," Tyler said. "Just came out of nowhere and tried to drag me off."

"We'll hand then off to the police and they can sort everything out," the chief of security said.

"Okay," I agreed. The cops held all of us for a few hours until Denver police vouched for me. Tyler's Dad had arrived and the cops talked to him and Tyler was a big help. I mentioned the incident in Colorado and wondered if it was connected somehow. They said they would investigate and in the meantime please don't leave town just yet.

"That's perfect," Tyler's Dad said. "I was going to ask Mr. Onashi to stay with us for a few days." All of that worked out nicely and I went off with Tyler and his Dad.

"Mom went out of state to visit an old college friend," Tyler's dad said. "So that leaves us men to our own devices." I saw the smile slide across Tyler's face and I had the feeling he was plotting something right then and there. I hoped this wasn't what I thought it was going to be. I'd find out before long.

Both father and son disappeared for a moment as I left a short message on my personal machine back home with a quick sitrep of the airport incident. I wasn't paying attention when Tyler made his appearance in the living room until his father said something. I blinked at the sight of the boy wearing a garter belt and black silk stockings, high heels on his feet and a pair of black silk panties. He asked me if I wanted a drink and I said yes. He went to get me one and returned with it as the doorbell rang. He scooted into his bedroom and closed the door. Mr. Johnson answered the door and it turned out to be the uncle and Tyler's cousin. To say we had fun all night long would be an understatement. I woke up the next morning feeling a little worn out still but forgot it as I spied the cousin smiling up at me from between my legs. He could suck cock!

I left at the end of the week after the cops and the feds sounded the all clear. Whoever was running those guys had disappeared as soon as the four men ratted him out. The feds never found anything concrete on their boss and I was rather disappointed. I would have liked to have a very personal conversation with the man. I mean very personal. Ah well. Maybe next time. I really had never been to the US before and now that I was living here it was time I went walkabout in the places I'd find myself in. By a lucky chance I discovered a movie set and who should be there but Jake Llewellyn, the boy from the Star Wars movie. He recognized me immediately.

"You're Shiro's grandfather, right?" he asked me. I smiled. "Yes I am. You're Jake Llewellyn. Nice to meet you." He certainly had grown up a bit since the movie came out. He certainly got much better looking now and he had developed a really appealing smile.

"I've got this little problem," he said as he took my hand. Oh does he now? I was more than ready to help him with it. As it turned out the old man that was an extra in the scene he was doing was blowing his lines and not doing it right. I smiled and requested a can for a prop and Jake showed me the script. We did a quick rehearsal and I was ready for my fifteen minutes of fame. All I had to do was walk out, get nearly run over by Jake on his skateboard, and then really scold him for it. We took our places and did it all in one take. The director rose from his chair and then fell on his knees, bowing down to me.

"I love you! I love you!" he cried out in joy. Well, if you really love me, you'd let me borrow Jake for a night so I can bonk him good. The man must have read my mind because he killed filming for the weekend and announced filming would resume on Monday. Jake looked at me with a wicked gleam in his eye.

"Now I have another little problem," he whispered seductively to me. I glanced down at the front of his shorts and realized what it was. See, that's one thing I like so much about boys. They're always too damn horny for their own good. I knew I was going to have fun fixing his problem.

"We need a place," I said to him. Jake laughed and led me to a nearby van and we got into it. "I'm staying at a hotel close by. I got the penthouse to myself." Now I liked the sound of that. We did have fun. All weekend long. Jake did take it easy on me seeing as how I needed a bit of time to recharge my batteries. But he sure had no problems recharging his!

I got home to the mountain and took the time to quietly reflect on my life. A lot of good things have happened to me in the past year, finding Shiro, being reunited with him, becoming a part of the company, coming here to Logan's mountain, training Sacha and Neil, and becoming one of the family. Life certainly has been good to me since I returned from Korea and restarted my life. I think of my daughter and her husband and hope they are pleased with how Shiro has developed into a fine man. I know I am. Neil and Sacha aren't too far behind and they have managed to overcome their personal battlegrounds and both of them are as close as they could be. Even Logan's new son and Danny's new son have adjusted very well to their new lives hare and have become very close to all of us and I don't mean from the sex either. They are still struggling to overcome the problems facing them here and quite often they slip back into their old life patterns and I can see the pain deep in their eyes when they do. The boy they brought back home with them is doing very well in Peckertown. He is in constant therapy with Zeus and he has grown a little and is currently testing his limits and learning from them. The doctors and Zeus both agree he should have no problems resuming a normal life within reason. He is well accepted there in that town, and he has many friends and as the old song goes I get by with a little help from me friends and he certainly has learned that.

I think of the other teens that has been through here and the problems they face as being actors and trying to live normal lives and dealing with the many things that come up in their lives. I sincerely hope they enjoyed their time here even if it was one day or a week, getting the chance to let their guards down and just being their normal selves. I hope they know that they are welcome back here anytime they feel the need to go into seclusion and to work out things in their heads and their lives and just be normal kids in a not so normal world. Real hard to do that nowadays. I stand up and go out into the pool area and into my garden to meditate. I pause for a moment to watch the snow drifting slowly to the ground and marvel in the beauty around me. Such grand perfection, such amazing beauty. Life is good, and life goes on.

The End