Date: Sat, 22 Feb 2003 23:31:40 EST From: Sidg0714@cs.com Subject: Arkansas Vacation 17 Ya'll know the drill. This story contains gay sex between men and teens and teens and teens. If you don't like that, it's illegal to read in your neck of the woods or you'll get your ass whipped if you're caught reading then please leave. The story is 100% fiction and any resemblance to real people is coincidental. As always please treat the children in your life nicely because there is no Peckertown for them to run to. All comments to SidG0714@cs.com Arkansas Vacation Chapter 17: Springtime is for? Paulo The phone rang early that February morning and Anand reached over and picked it up. "Peckertown Training Academy, how may we be of service?" He only reverts to his old speech patterns when he's tired. "One second Sir, let me find Master Paulo for you." He punched the hold button and put the phone down before turning toward me. "It is Master John Quinn from Houston, he wishes to talk to you." "He's got four slaves here now, are we having any problems with them?" "No, good boys who are learning and will graduate soon. Master Quinn sounded like something bothering him." "Tell him I'll be with him in a minute. Have to go the bathroom first." "Master Quinn, a pleasure to hear from you. Do you want a report on your slaves? They're all doing fine," I said. "Paulo, how many times do I got to tell you to call me JQ," he said in his Texas drawl. "Still got to break that old habit," I said, "So what's up JQ?" "Got a problem, no situation may be a better word and I can't put it off any more and it involves you." I pulled a pad of paper and pen from the nightstand drawer. "Go ahead, you know I'll help if I can." "Got a client who besides coming to my place regularly has two boy slaves of his own. White boys and not Mexicans so I don't know where he got them and I'm not asking." "How old?" "Twelve and fourteen and maybe brothers, hell probably brothers they look so much alike. I told him about the PTA one day and he's been begging me to see if you'll take them for training. Told him I didn't know but I'd ask." I sat for a minute thinking it over. "You have a preference JQ? You are an investor so if you want yes or no I'll go along with it." "Don't know, I want you to think about it because while something's bothering me it could open up a new revenue stream for you from the other masters too." "What's bothering you?" "Paulo, shit to be honest I don't know how willing slaves they are. Only reason I'm even thinking about going along with him are your rules." "Rules that will apply to him. Look, I'll call you back later today with an answer. That ok?" "Sure, talk to you then. And if its no that's fine with me." JQ hung up and I collapsed back on the bed. "What's up master?" Anand said. "Call the Jorgenson Enterprises office and leave a message that I've got to talk to Marc and Daniel about an offer I just got." "You ok love?" "Like that better," I gave him a quick kiss, "now make the call." Marc Daniel and I walked into the office to find Margaret with her head on the desk. "You ok?" I asked a second before Daniel did. She looked up for a second and then put her head back down. Then pointed at a stack of messages on her desk. I picked them up and thumbed through them. Thirteen and they'd all been called in that morning. I don't mean taken off the machine that morning but there's a date and time stamp on the machine and that's what Margaret uses. And some had two or three times on them so it was thirteen different people. "And Randy Jordan is waiting in the conference room. Couldn't stand him in here any longer," was her last mumbled words. Daniel kissed his cousin on the top of the head and I turned the answering machine back on before we made our way down the hall to the conference room. Even through the closed door we could hear his walking and muttering. Couldn't understand him but knew we had an unhappy camper. I looked at my lover who shrugged and I returned it before opening the door. "When are they getting," Randy started and then saw us, "Finally, about time." Randy is 6'4", about 240 pounds of sinewy muscle, short auburn hair and a matching goatee. He's always been high strung but as manager and choreographer at The Dancing Boys Club he ran a tight ship and the dancers responded to him so we let him slide. Not that morning. "Just watch who you're talking to Randy. The state you got Margaret in was your first strike and that may or may not have been your second," Daniel barked back. "Fine, fire me, do me a fucking favor," he responded. "Calm down and sit down," I said and pointed to a chair. Randy threw up his hands and sat down in disgust. Daniel and I sat across from him. "What has gotten you so upset this early in the morning?" I asked. "Haven't been to bed yet since we closed at two. I've got dancers sleeping on the dance floor," Randy said. "You close at midnight," Daniel said and it wasn't a question. "Normally, but you know that group you've got at the Jorgenson Inn?" We nodded. "They booked the club from nine to one in the god damned morning and they wouldn't leave. Had boys sneaking out on me and couldn't blame them and won't take it out on them. At 1:45 when they still refused I called the cops and they finally got them out." "No problem there, we'll back you on it if the group leader complains," I said. Randy smiled and nodded, "Thanks, but that's not all. Finally got home around three after making sure the boys who were sleeping in were safe and driving anybody else home. The answering machine was blinking up a storm. Fifteen boys called and either quit or threatened to. And to fucking top it all they walked out saying the party was included in the group including the tip. Called that fucking group sales jerk you have working out of the Jorgenson Inn and he said the party yes the tips no. If I tell them no tips I might as well close the door because I won't have any dancers." "Fucking shit, no wonder your upset. How much should the tip for each dancer been for the whole five hours?" I asked. "Minimum ten an hour, with the overtime really should be more," Randy said, a little calmer now that he had everything out. "How many boys did you have there? Dancers, helpers, DJ, everybody?" Daniel asked. "Sixty." "Give each $75.00 no matter how long they were there. And give yourself an extra $200 for the aggravation and stress," Daniel said. "I don't have that much cash in the safe," Randy said. "I'll draw a check for five thousand when we're finished and you'll take it to the bank," I said. Daniel was on the phone and I hit the speaker button. "Jorgenson Inn, how can I help you?" "This is Daniel Jorgenson, is Chris Thurber in?" "Yes Sir, do you wish to speak with him?" "First check with the front desk and ask if that Thumper Group has left." "Hold on Sir," the operator said. "Don't you start snapping at the boys Daniel," Randy said and attempted a smile. "No Sir, they're not due to leave until noon." "Thanks a lot, now I'll take Thurber." "Mr. Thurber," he said in a stiff tone a few seconds later. "Mr. Jorgenson, how are you this morning." "Finally finished dealing with Mr. Thumper. Do you know that idiot at the dance club called the cops to kick them out? Had to take out the charge for the party or he was threatening to sue us." "Did you even try talking to Mr. Jordan?" I asked. "Who is that?" "That is Marc Fogel, General Manager of Jorgenson Enterprises and this is Daniel Jorgenson, Vice President and Assistant General Manager and this is what you are going to do. You are going to call Mr. Thumper and tell him the owners not only rescinded the rebate but also are adding an additional $2,000 for the hour overtime, $1,000 for the cost of calling the police and $5,000 for the tips for the dancers. When you are finished getting that paid in full by wire transfer you can let them check out and then get your ass down here." "But Mr. Jorgenson, you don't know what that will do to my business." "Mr. Thurber just do it and get your sorry ass down here," Daniel said and hung up. "Margaret, find Zeus for me," I called. "Thurber's gone, no notice and no severance," Daniel said. I nodded. "Should I wait till we get the money to pay it out?" Randy said. "No, you and the boys deserve every cent. Now go home and take a nap. When you get up call every single boy and tell them that they're going to get paid till two regardless of when they left plus the tip. Then go back to sleep." "Zeus on two," Margaret called. I hit the speaker button. "Zeus, where are you?" "Clinic, what's up Marc?" I filled him in, "Can you get back there now?" "No, I've got a young kid in bad shape waiting. I'll call Sergeant and tell him to watch Thurber and the group. Make sure they don't leave until we got the cash, including any extra charges in cash. After I'm finished with this appointment I'll be there." "Good enough, call me after you get a progress report," I said and hung up. "Now leave," I said to Jordan. "And apologize to Margaret on your way out," Daniel said. "Who's next on the disaster list?" Daniel asked when he returned with a couple of sodas and writing the check. Neither one of us drinks coffee so we get our caffeine fixes from soda. No more than your usual quota of coffee every day. "A Mr. Thumper on the phone," Margaret called before I could answer. "Tell him to pay up and nobody here wants to talk to him," Daniel called. I gave him a high five and pulled the top slip off. "Matt, message is Ricardo," I said checking the next slip. "Just Ricardo, not Joaquin too?" "No, and he called twice," I said as I entered his number. "Green Street Apartments, Matt speaking. How can I help you?" "Tell us why you called," Daniel said and laughed. "Hi guys, glad you called. You remember Joaquin and Ricardo?" "Hard to forget those two, even though I haven't seen them around lately. Everything ok, no drugs or underage sex?" "No drugs or any sign of them. Thing is it's no longer underage sex with Ricardo. Yesterday was his tenth birthday and he wants to work. Even has his birth certificate to prove it. Problem is he doesn't have any parents to sign the paperwork and he's asking me what to do and I don't have a frigging clue...sorry." "Don't worry about the language Matt," I said suppressing a chuckle, "Have you talked to Joaquin? How does he feel about his little brother working?" "Regular job he's fine with but no whoring. Just as fine with the way it is." "Matt, it's Daniel." "Hi Lion." "Roar, look what the law says is parent or legal guardian can sign the paper. Tell Joaquin he should take the birth certificates and their parents death certificates if they have them down to the court and Joaquin can apply to be named his brother's legal guardian." "Don't know if they have the death certificates, they didn't hang around for the funeral much less paperwork," Matt said. "If that's the case then have them go to Silvers first and he can take care of that. Long run better for his baby brother to have it legal." "OK, thanks. I'll see you next week for our regular meeting then." "Fine, say hi to Caleb for us," Daniel said and hit the disconnect button. "Next?" "Clinton Condoms?" "I'll call them later, problem with the last shipment." I slipped him the slip and the next two as well since they were also from vendors. Daniel's taking care of almost all the payables now and when anybody's objected to dealing with a seventeen-year-old Elija or I just tell them its Daniel or lose the business. Amazing how they all give in. The next two were mine for later. Daniel sticks with the hospitality division while I get the warehouse and property divisions too. There's a lot of property between the apartment buildings, retail property and the vacant land outside of town. As I wrote a couple years ago in the Old South wealth meant property and not just cash. We split the next five along those lines and came to the last one. "Anand called and said Paulo needs to talk to us. Has his people calling our people now?" Daniel said and we laughed. "How long has that light been blinking?" Daniel said pointing to the phone. I shrugged, "Margaret, is that for one of us?" "That damn rabbit kept calling back and calling back, finally just put the asshole on hold," Margaret yelled, and I mean yelled back. "Rabbit?" Daniel asked. "Poor deprived childhood. The rabbit in the Disney movie Bambi was named Thumper," I said and kissed my fiancée before he could respond. Daniel hit the button. I talked. "Mr. Thumper this is Marc Fogel, General Manager of Jorgenson Enterprises. I presume you've called to tell me the money is on the way." "No it isn't and how dare you try to extort money from me and my guests." Daniel gave him the finger. "Thumper I am not extorting anything from our guests. All I am demanding is that you fulfill your contract. A contract that your group has already violated at least once by failing to leave the dance club last night after your arrangement was fulfilled and after you were asked to leave politely. As a result of that action we have lost fifteen of our dancers so I am in no mood to talk to you. And so you know as soon as I hang up with you I am calling Sheriff Waters and tell him to send his men to the Inn and if you attempt to leave before the bill is paid in full in cash to arrest you and your party for theft of services. Additionally if that happens I will make sure that you will never book another tour in the state of Arkansas again." I picked up the handset and slammed it down to disconnect the call. We barely had time to slug down the rest of our sodas before the light started blinking again. I rolled my eyes and punched the speakerphone button. "Thumper, what now?" "Wow boss, settle down, its Zeus," the big black man said. "Sorry, what's up? How's that kid?" I said. "Had to put the kid in the hospital for a few days but I think he'll be fine in the long run." "Anybody we know," Daniel asked. "No, least I don't think so, he doesn't work for any of your properties and is relatively new. Called his parents about going home and they hung up on him without a word. When he realized that line was gone he flipped, not the first and not the last." "Send his family the bill but there's always the fund," Daniel said as he covered his eyes. I rubbed his back. "What about Thumper?" "He's blasting at Thurber right now and I really don't care for what our employee is saying back," Zeus said. "He's gone as soon as Thumper is. We decided that before unless you have any great objection," I said. "Why wait?" Zeus said. Daniel and I looked at each other. "Just make sure he's escorted and that his computer and files are secured. Can't do anything about any signed contracts but got to see what he's been up to," I said. "Fine, I'll call back later," Zeus hung up. "I'm going to hit the can and get our second cans," I said, "Then we'll call Paulo." First slugs of the second can of diet coke of the day and Daniel dialed the PTA. "Peckertown Training Academy," Paulo said. "Hi Paulo, its Marc and Daniel," Daniel said. "You called?" "Hi, got a call from Master Quinn from Houston with a propo, propo." "Proposition," I said. "Yeah, still not used to all these big business words. Let me tell you," Paulo said and recapped what JQ had told him. "I can see your problem," I said, "Don't know how much business that would be but it would help with your relations with the masters." "But if JQ is right these boys might not be willing," Paulo said. "All the more reason to accept them. Give them chance to get out," Daniel said. "If they're willing they'll proudly wear the upside down tear but if not you will give them a chance at freedom," I added. "True, that is the way I have to look at it. Thank you my friends," Paulo said. We talked for a few more minutes before hanging up. The phone was dark. "Hope we just gave him the right advice," Daniel said. Paulo "Hope that's the right advice," I said to Anand and told him what it was. Anand thought for a minute and nodded. "I think it is. Think even what Master Quinn wants. I talk with his slaves and they say he is good master who cares for them. Number 2 once told me that this customer came with two boys and treated them worse than Master Quinn would allow. If it same then we have to give boys a chance," Anand said. "Quite a speech from you. Get Master Quinn on the phone for me." "That's JQ Master Paulo." "Paulo, how are you?" JQ said. "Doing good, how about you?" "Fine, fine, place is jumping today." "Wait until you get your first batch back, they'll never stay on the line," I said. "Hope so, got to make that tuition back, though from what Morgan and Siegfried say that'll be fast. Now have you thought it over?" "Yes, and I am willing to take the boys as students. Now he must sign same conditions as you do. Especially if I say they are free then they are free. The fee is the same but if you want to add something for your time and trouble that is all right with me. If he agrees then I would like them here a week from Monday because I have another group coming in then so they can start together." "Fine, fine, and I like the idea of up-charging him, especially since I might lose him as a customer after this. I'll call you as soon as I know," JQ said. "Very good," I said and hung up, "Let's get to work love. Zeus Since Clarence Clemons finally is recording and touring away from his Boss I accepted the chance to write from my Boss. First thing I did was wave Sergeant over from the other end of the lobby where he was watching Thumper and Thurber go at it. I whispered in his ear and he called a couple of his boys down to help out. I guess boy isn't the right word since Bubba and Leroy are as black as I am and seventeen but all the kids who work here are like sons to me. A flaw in my management skills but I'm still more psychologist than hotel manager. "Mr. Thurber, come here now please," I said. "Mr. Morgan, I'm," he said. "Now," I said. "Excuse me Mr. Thumper," he said in an exasperated tone that had me clenching my fist. "Thank you for coming over Mr. Thurber. You're fired as of this second. Bubba and Leroy will escort you to your office so you can collect any personal affects and then off the premises," I said and enjoyed watching his jaw drop. I walked over to Thumper whose bottom jaw was also about three inches from the top. "Why did you do that?" "That does not concern you Mr. Thumper. What does is making the arrangements to have the balance of your bill wire transferred to our account. If you will follow me we can get to it." "But Zeus," he said. "Let's finish this in my office, or do you want to finish it at police headquarters?" I turned and headed to my office. "Mr. Thumper, please move. If you resist it will be my pleasure to encourage you," my head of security whispered. Once he was seated I handed over the bill. "The balance of your hotel bill, not including any extra charges incurred by the members of your party is $3,654.00 plus the extra $8,000 for last nights dance party brings the total to $11,654.00. I have the information for our bank account. You can use my phone." "Look, this isn't my first group here and I've got three more coming and I'll make the same arrangement with you that I did with Thurber on those if you just let me slide here." "What arrangement was that?" I asked. "He cut the rates down, including the tip percentage and got a five percent kickback." "And now he's out of a job and I like my work here too much to risk it. Now make the phone call," I snapped. "I don't have the money in the checking account." "Sergeant, can you check to see if Sheriff Water's men have arrived," said. "Sure boss," Sergeant said and reached for the knob. "Wait, you win, but I expect you to honor those three contracts." "We will, but instead of paying the five percent to that slime ball you'll add it to the tip money. The tip percentage will also apply to any future parties at the dance club or anywhere else." Thumper picked up the phone and started dialing. "Oh all right, I guess that's fair, just put it in writing so there's no arguments later." While he talked on the phone I pulled up the contract files and made the changes on the three contracts. I looked at the rates and was sick. How had I given that twerp so much freedom? I made the changes, including the overtime rates for the dance club and printed them out on the main printer. Tad brought them in a few minutes later and I gave him a kiss and squeezed his still tight buns when I saw Thumper begin to drool. "One of these days Zeus," Tad said and swished his ass as he walked out. Cody We were getting ready to open when I saw Mr. Thumper talking first to Thurber, who I always thought was shady, and then Zeus. When I saw Zeus' big hand clench I knew something was up. This wasn't the first time he'd led a group here but the first time we'd had problems. Guys who wouldn't keep their hands off the staff, tried to claim the meals were included in the tour, drinking too much and tipping too little if at all. Justin and I made up that money to the staff but it pissed us off. I turned and called the staff together and told them to tell all the guests that due to computer problems we couldn't take room charges but cash and credit cards were fine. "All guests or just Thumper's," Keith asked. I looked at my younger brother and smiled. He's moved up from busboy to headwaiter. He's still with Tad and they're even talking about getting their own apartment away from us and Zeus and the twins. And I have to admit he's almost as good looking as I am. "All, and tell them when they come to be seated, no surprises at the end." Marc Daniel walked in about three looking wiped out. Knew how he felt. Thumper's money finally came through at two and they were gone by a quarter after. "Pool party?" I said. "It's ready," he said with a smile. "Yep, Nico called about an hour ago. They cleaned everything up and the heaters are working fine in the pool and the building. Swears from now on we'll be able to put it up and take it down ourselves in an hour." Daniel stared at me. "Or for a small fee will do it for us," I admitted, "You make all your calls, get everything done?" "Yes boss." "Good, now call the usual suspects then we'll close up early. I think we earned it today." "Paulo on one and leaving early better include me," Margaret yelled. "Of course favorite cousin," Daniel said as I reached for the speakerphone button. "Hi Paulo, what's up?" I said. "The boys will be here a week from Monday. Just got final confirmation from JQ. Their master is flying them up on his private jet." "Do you have the master's name?" I asked. "Herbert Walker, owns a huge ranch with some oil wells on it according to JQ." "Let me see what I can find out about him before he gets there. Maybe give us more of a clue about the slaves," I said. A sigh of relief came over the phone. "Thanks Marc, I was going to ask you that but wasn't sure how." "Pool party at five, our house. You, Anand and whichever pair of assistants you want to bring. Tell the other they get the next one," Daniel said. "Too cold," Paulo said. "Got the pool heated and enclosed, plenty warm. So get those sexy buns over there," Daniel said. "We'll be there," Anand shouted from beyond Paulo. Paulo laughed, "We'll be there, though I don't know what I'm going to do with this one." "On that note we are going to hang up," I said and did just that. "Think I'll go call Benjy and Roger, suggest they talk with that pair about keeping roles separate," Daniel said. We were out of the office by four, out of The Tasty Buns by 4:30 having given Elija and Francis a quick recap and having some platters thrown together so we didn't have to cook or order in. After we put the food in our car Daniel went back in one last time. "Invited Shawn and Chris after they're finished here. Figured after the New Year's Eve party it was better if this was all taken care of first," Daniel said when he returned. "That's my love," I said and leaned over and kissed him before we pulled out. Daniel and I got home and the pool enclosure was exactly the way we'd pictured it originally. It enclosed most of the deck as well as the entire pool with doors on both sides. Over the almost three years my love and I have lived here there'd been many special memories and we'd hated the idea we couldn't use it during the winter. I'd mentioned it to Logan the last time he called to check on John and Carlos and the head of Samurai Inc told me what he'd done with his. We set everything up, stripped and jumped in. The water was still a little chilly but warm enough considering the heat had only been on a couple hours. We started swimming some nice slow laps when the door opened and along with a burst of cold air the very same John and Carlos came in. "Welcome, strip and get in here," Daniel said, "Unless you want something to eat or drink first." "You know Carlos, wherever we go everybody wants to see us naked, even our friends," John said. "Well, keep your clothes on then and jump on in," I said. They'd already taken their jackets off and were wearing the one-piece jumpsuits that were their usual in public dress. Gray and tight didn't leave much to an imagination that had seen pictures of them naked for too long a time. In practiced unison they unzipped the front of the jumpsuits, slowly pulled each arm out, turned so their backs were to us before pushing the suits down and removing them. The physical workouts they'd started along with the work on the small grocery store they'd started on Peckertown Blvd. made them even better physical specimens than before. They jumped in right in front of us and we grabbed them. I took Carlos while Daniel had John and that act was followed by a long hot tongue-dancing kiss. Hands increased the heat by roaming over our friend's body. I know every boy lover in the world would love this moment but that wasn't what I was feeling. Maybe the first couple of times the four of us had gotten together but not any more. Now it's friends having fun together, besides I was home and rules are rules. So I grudgingly knocked Carlos hand off of my cock. "You and your silly rules. But it is one thing I love about you two," Carlos said. We went back to kissing since that didn't count but were very quickly interrupted by more of our guests arriving. An hour later the food was gone and the four of us plus Paulo and Anand, Bryan and Byron, Benjy and Roger and Shawn and Chris were sitting around the pool, couple by couple. The chairs were empty except for clothes and dirty dishes, sitting in the chairs kept us to far away from our loves and that wasn't acceptable. The temperature slowly rose from cuddling to serious kissing to mutual masturbation to blowjobs to 414, that's six 69s to you and me. Wasn't an orgy, not even a lust filled pool house. What it was a beautiful scene of six couples in love making love. Six pairs, each pair embracing themselves in the company of four other pairs doing the same. The scent of sexual love filled our nostrils. The act of sexual love with the young man of my dreams was, as always, intoxicating and the others fell into the background. The hard throbbing cock in my mouth only partially belonged to the boy I fell in love with thirty-three months ago. My Lion was never a young teen, at least for me, but now more than ever he really was a man, with a man's mouth, a man's ass, the man I still and would always love. I felt him increase his suction on my cock as I felt his begin to throb in my mouth. I increased my action to match his. Trying to coordinate what I felt in my mouth with what I was feeding into his. From around the room I could hear other couples reaching that magical point and we began feeding off each other. I started moaning around Lion's cock. Felt him moving faster on mine and slowed for a moment to enjoy it. I licked my tongue around his cock, flicked his slit and drank the precum. Bobbed my head a few more times and drank my lover's seed as he drank mine. As I came back to Earth I could hear the rest enjoying reentry as well. I licked Daniel's cock clean and when I felt him release mine I turned around and we went back to cuddling. Paulo We've just finished unloading the four English slaves that Master Reginald sent from his London shop, two whites, one Arab and a Jamaican. Look like a good group of boys from twelve to fifteen. Very polite, wearing tight latex boxer briefs and vests that seemed molded to there ripped chests. "Sir, we've got to move, another plane coming in," the pilot said. "Fine, we're done," I said. Fifteen minutes later a large corporate jet came to a stop, on its tail was the symbol for Walker Ranch. What we expected from the research. The door opened and the pilot led the boys out. The older one had his head shaved and wearing too small blue Speedos. The younger one's blond hair was collar length wearing an open extra-long short sleeve shirt so we could see his hairless body. They both were shackled from neck to wrists to ankles. The worst part, the fucking worst part is they matched the last known picture of Herbert Walker and his two natural born sons. A picture a reporter took three years ago at their mother's funeral. As I watched them approach I maintained a professional composure but prayed to God in the name of all the boys of Peckertown that I could free these two. Matt: I'm at the PTA to pick Caleb up. Before I continue this tale there's a couple things I've got to tell you. I hate to say it but while Caleb can do stuff at the barracks and the PTA it's looking like he won't be making a full comeback to the Little Leather Club. Fortunately he's taking it better than I hoped for. Think he's loving the training he's doing. Secondly, Joaquin and Ricardo took the advice and went to see the lawyer and going through the steps to become legal guardian. Joaquin just made his younger brother swear on their parents' graves that he wouldn't whore. There was nobody at the house so I headed down to the training facility where I figured the new boys were being checked in and examined. As I approached the twins came out with the four English boys in tow, literally. Paulo recently started having them chained by the neck for the first walk from being signed in to the barracks to remind them that despite the setting they were still slaves. And if a group seemed to be forgetting it they got chained all the time. So far it had worked fairly quickly. I went into the training facility and called my boyfriend. "In here love," Caleb called and I followed his voice. I know I'm supposed to write that the first thing that I saw was my handsome lover but to be honest my eyes found his after I saw the two naked brothers hanging from their wrists. Yes Caleb had shared the investigator's report with me. He's seen and heard a lot of stories while working at the club but this got to him. The two slaves, no matter how much we hated it that's what they were, where facing me but their heads were bowed in submission. Caleb waved from behind them and touched his cheeks. Paulo was at his desk watching and nodded. I walked over, grabbed the bigger one's face and shook it. Then did the same with the smaller one. Caleb mimed a slap and I reached back and slapped the smaller one's face with an open palm while I stared into his eyes. He barely flinched but no change in the eyes; so I backhanded his other cheek. Still no real response and I drew my thumb across my throat. The younger brother didn't react but the older one turned toward me and shook his head. "No, please God no," he mouthed. I walked over and forced him to look me in the eye. "You or him," I mouthed. "Him, don't kill my brother. Kill me if you must," he said in a faint whisper. Paulo held up his hand and motioned me back. I nodded and walked over to Caleb. "An hour I've been working on them and that's the first reaction," Caleb said. "And what I meant was he was like brain dead, emotion dead already," I said. "Slave W1, we will not kill Slave W2. That is not why you are here. Your master sent you here to become better slaves and a dead slave doesn't do anybody any good. Do you understand that boy?" W1, Avery, nodded. "You had a tongue for Master Matt, you'd better have a tongue for me." "I beg your forgiveness Master Paulo. I understand your kind words and my brother and I will do our best to make you proud." Paulo gestured and Caleb and I lowered them to the ground. Once there Paulo kissed both tenderly on the lips. With that Marshall, the younger slave, wept for a moment. "Forgive me Master Paulo," he said. "It's ok, it really is. I used to be a slave like you and I know that in public, in front of our own masters we can't often show emotion. And that is the way it should be for a good slave. But there are times you have to let it out. Scream when you're being whipped, moan in delight when your master is making gentle love to you, and in private cry when you feel like it. Now stand and Masters Kyran and Nate will take you to the barracks where you can meet the other trainees and you can talk with them." The older raised his hand. "Very good W1, speak." "Our master has forbidden us to talk to the other slaves Master Paulo." "As he wishes," Paulo said and waved Kyran and Nate over while waving at us to follow him. We were silent until we were in the kitchen and on our second beers, and Paulo doesn't usually drink. "Matt, I was too stunned when W1, I mean Avery reacted so I didn't hear you tell Caleb why you made that motion. You didn't," Paulo said. "Kill him? Hell no, slapping them that hard was further than I usually go. I'm a watcher in this scene not a doer. What I said to Caleb was Marshall could have just as easily been dead, definitely emotionally dead. I hit him both times and while the head moved no reaction inside." "Yet when I kissed him he cried," Paulo said. "Know what I think," Caleb said, "I think that was the first time somebody kissed him like they cared about him since his mother died." "Avery must have kissed him like that," Paulo said shocked. "Not the same, there's a different feeling the way I kissed a customer, even a regular I really liked and the way I feel when I kiss Caleb, and I doubt their master gives them the chance to be together on their off time," I said. "And I like it a lot better now that you're mine and mine alone," Caleb said and kissed me. "Don't' worry love, too old to be working these streets with all the new blood coming all the time," I said. My beeper went off and I looked down. "Speaking of working I've got to get back to the building." Paulo Caleb, Matt and I exchanged quick hugs with Matt mumbling something about nailing somebody's bathroom shut if he broke it again. I turned to my computer and opened my email program. Captain Morgan has a couple slaves here and in my last progress report I'd told him about Walker and his boys. He'd responded telling me he was uneasy and to keep him posted. What really bothered me was the silence rule. Master Benjy never had that and none of the professional masters who had sent boys to my school had it. Was their father afraid they'd tell the other slaves that fact? I wrote Morgan about that and asked his advice. I logged off and walked down to the barracks. I had to suppress a smile when I walked through. Not at everybody snapping to attention at lightning speed, though I did nod in appreciation. The hidden smile was for my four assistants, especially Kyran and Nate. They'd put the Walker boys on adjoining lower bunks, right in the middle of all the other trainees. Next step was to have Anand whisper to Morgan's boys to work on getting them to talk. Marc It's the first Thursday in March and things are happening in our fair city. Got two weddings coming up in April. Both of them mean a lot to my Lion and me. The second one is the first man-boy wedding in the state of Arkansas. Dan and Wayne just got their marriage license for a late April wedding. It's what the two of us have been waiting for since I proposed to him. Hell, for longer than that but we knew we had to wait till another couple went first. I know it's silly since Daniel's seventeen and even legal under the old laws but we felt we had to wait. The first wedding of course is Aaron and Jennifer's in just over a month. No, she's not pregnant they're just very much in love. Plus I think Aaron wanted to make sure he got hitched before his younger brother. It's looking to be a huge affair. The invitation list includes their friends, family and all those family business acquaintances that have got to be invited. Fine with us, means we can keep ours smaller. "Smaller?" Daniel said as he put his arms around my neck. "You have any idea how many people they've invited to the reception?" "Yeah, Zeus is trying to figure out how to fit them all. Said he may have to put the band up on that platform we were on that first Oscar party." "You serious?" I said and he nodded, "That's not big or strong enough to hold them all and no way in hell are we going to tell some of those boys they can't play." Daniel kissed my cheek and I turned my head fast and our lips met. "Don't shoot the messenger, you're right," Daniel said a while later when we were on the couch. "Got to be a way." "I'll go over in the morning and do a walk through with the Big Man, see if we can figure something out before the fire department cancels the party." "Chief's invited too." We laughed at that and snuggled down and turned on the TV to watch some Razorback basketball. "You give any thought about ours?" Daniel said during halftime. "Just want it to be special, and when we slip those rings on and say those I dos that will make it special." "Yeah," Daniel said and his hand found my crotch. Mine found his and shortly thereafter we were up in our bedroom wearing no clothes at all. If I ever counted how many times the two of us made love I lost count eons ago. Each time is special, never feels like we're repeating ourselves though you might feel that way at times. Started slowly and simply with lots of kissing and touching. His skin was just as silky smooth as ever despite it being an adult's body. Hell, I don't know except that I like touching it. I slid down from his lips to his chin, throat, nipples and on down his hairless chest. Gently kissing him as I moved along until I reached his cock. When I did I pulled away in order to get a better look. "Everything ok down there?" the love of my life asked. "Just admiring the most beautiful penis God ever created. Just want to stay here and kiss it," I did, "and kiss it," I did again and again. "Suck it baby, suck that perfect cock," Daniel said. I didn't feel like moving forward so I kissed and licked it a little while longer before I took his cock into my mouth and felt the precum drip onto my tongue. Daniel half sat at the head of the bed while my legs hung half off our king sized bed. "Suck me," Daniel moaned. And I did. Slowly taking the rest of his man cock into my mouth, my throat until I felt his crotch with my mouth. Lion began thrusting his hips back and forth, fucking my face and I went with it, licking his cock as it traveled to and from my gullet. Without him touching my cock it was getting harder and as he began to throb in my throat my cock began to pulse against the bed. Lion moved faster, I heard him growling in the back of his throat. "So close, going to fill your throat with my seed lover," Lion said and the growling got louder. His cock got larger, throbbed more and so did mine. Always loved it when we shot our loads together and this was one of those special times when it was his lust and our love that was doing the job. "I'm cumming," he yelled and filled my throat and I coated the bed with my seed. Finally after what seemed like a gallon he finally stopped shooting and I licked his softening rod clean before releasing it. Keith Hi. I'm so excited. Tad and I moved into our own house today. Just one bedroom, kitchen, living room and den. Supposed to be dining room but we decided we could eat in the kitchen and use the den for fun. Small fenced in backyard for working on our tans. Don't care that its small I just love it being ours and that we can afford it by ourselves. Yes big brother helped with the down payment but from now on its up to us. And that is so fucking cool. Now if you'll excuse me, Tad just said its time to Christian the house with our first love making, here. Tad Mind your own business. Spent four years with people watching me have sex in my prior life. Nobody's watching now. Marc You want me to argue with him? To be honest I was stunned when they sent me that piece of paper by inter-office mail and asked it be included in the next chapter. Daniel and I went by the place to drop off a home warming gift. I won't say its small but it could fit into our pool house with room to spare. But it's perfect for the two kids. Actually another week has passed and we just finished a conference call between Paulo, Anand, Morgan, JQ, Daniel and me. Paulo asked me to set it up because they finally had some developments with the Walker boys... "Can everybody hear me?" I said and Morgan and JQ said yes. The rest of us were in my conference room. "Paulo, hear you finally had some progress with those two boys," JQ said. "Yes, as you know Walker told them don't talk to the other slaves but we put them in the middle of all the others and sort of hinted to the other trainees we wanted them to get the boys talking. Took a few weeks but it finally happened and once it did they let everything out. Me and the other trainers sensed a difference," Paulo said. "Better or worse?" Daniel interrupted. Paulo shrugged then blushed when he realized the other two masters couldn't see it. "Both, looking back think they were glad they'd told but terrified if their father found out. Problem was they'd sworn the other slaves to secrecy and they didn't want to break the promise." "So since they look at me as a higher slave they let me know how they felt and I reported to Master Paulo," Anand said. "Who called me and I instructed my slaves to talk or face severe punishment from Master Paulo's whip," Morgan said. "I think all they needed was the order Captain, they were just in a bind between wanting to tell and keeping secrets. After all you train them never to repeat anything a client says to anybody but you and only if you ask." "True, information does come in handy sometimes but customer confidence is just as important." "Couldn't say it better myself Morgan, now what did your slaves have to say?" JQ said. "W1 and W2 admitted they were brothers and then after a lot of looking at each other that their master was their father. The boys were shocked; yes in most cases their fathers had beaten them before throwing them out but the idea of a father making slaves of his own kids horrified them," Paulo said. "And yet they see nothing wrong with your owning them and having them do all that?" I said. "Outside of not having the ability to walk away like Benjy's do they are a lot like your slaves. We take care of them, they work hard and live hard for that care but they know we're there for them and that means everything for those boys," Morgan said. I shook my head but didn't report it to the two masters. I know I've written about it before and I guess I understand it but why I'll never know. I motioned to Paulo. "M1, the senior of this batch, pressed them on whether they liked it and was told no. Then why did they stay? They're always naked, usually chained, separated from each other and kept so far from any roads on the huge ranch it would be impossible for them to escape. What Walker does to them, lets his friends and hands do to them, even lets his hunting dogs do them is to sick." Paulo stopped and covered his eyes. Anand put his arm around his master and lover and held him. "It's ok Paulo, none of us like this situation. Taking them in is the best thing you could have done for them," Morgan said. "Can't use my connections to get at him," JQ said. "Paulo, have you asked them if they want asylum?" Daniel asked. "Yes, but they're so scared of him they won't do it. Say he would come take them back, hurt everybody at PTA, destroy all Peckertown." "I can get a contract on him," Morgan said in a perfectly flat voice. The room went silent for a moment and I couldn't believe I was actually considering it. Knew it would be a done deal if we said yes. "Not bad idea but not yet," JQ said, "Paulo, how much longer before the boys are ready to graduate?" "Two weeks from tomorrow, can't stall it any longer since that's when your boys and the Brits will be done too." "You got any Texas boys down there you can trust," JQ said. "Scott Davis," I mouthed to Daniel who slowly nodded. "Got a whole bunch of your kind whoring up here but the one I got in mind used to run security at the Jorgenson Inn but moved to the water park when it opened," I said. "That good, why'd you," Morgan said. "Morgan," I said and he recognized the tone. "Ok, here's my idea," JQ said, "Send him over Texas boy to Texas boys and let them talk a little turkey in private. "I'll set something up in the morning and unless Paulo or Anand have anything to add we'll wrap this up until we've got something else to report." "No," Paulo and Anand said together. "Marc, would Captain Morgan really kill Walker?" Paulo asked. "Wasn't sure if you understood what he meant. Hoped you didn't. The answer is yes and I'll bet that he's making arrangements to get it in place right now. Won't happen until we decide but it takes time to get it done right," I said. The three boys stared at me. "Hey, you know, I'm a Joisey guy. You watch the Soprano's?" "Marc," they all said. "What can I tell you? Besides all of us have a long day tomorrow if this is going to work," I continued in my best Joisey accent. Scott Why the hell did I let Frank pick up the phone this morning? Yeah I know we run security at Mark and Mike's Water Park but it's closed for maintenance and we don't have to show our faces till lunchtime. But he did so instead of eating some leftover hot dogs from the snack bar Frank and I are at a booth at the Tasty Buns being treated by Marc and Daniel. Once I heard that I knew something was up. I couldn't get comps when I worked for them so why now? "The fish and chips cooked ok for you?" Daniel asked. "Yes," I said, "and the coke is nice and cold too." "And the pastrami and corn beef sandwich is great and with this mustard it reminds me of Harold's on 46. Now what do you want?" Frank said. "You didn't take me there," Daniel said. "Stop stalling," I said. "Ok, here's the story. Paulo's got two boys from Texas at the PTA who got sent up here by their father," Daniel said. "He's training them to sell them?" I said. "Worse, from what we've figured out their mother died three years ago in a questionable accident. After the mourning died down he made them his slaves. They were nine and eleven then and their lives have been hell since then. When he sent them to the PTA he ordered them not to talk to the slaves. It took work but they got them to open up. They hate their lives but are too scared to ask to stay and they know they have the choice. Afraid their father's going to come down here and take them back anyway and kill or destroy everything in town." "Could he do that?" Franks said. "Come down and grab them, probably. Face it John and Carlos still worry about over zealous fans. The rest I doubt but you never know. We all heard Kenny's story about when he became the Dragon," Marc said. "Shit, and you want me to talk to them good old boy to good old boys?" I said sitting back in the chair. "That is Plan A and you don't want to know what B is," Daniel said. "Tell me about them," I said. "Last name is Walker and they live on a ranch outside of Midland-Odessa." Daniel started reading from a pad." "Where I'm from," I said. "Father's name is Herbert Walker and he's into oil on top of the ranch, or under it I guess. Avery, the older boy is fourteen and Marshall is the younger at twelve. Mother died in a horse riding accident and as she was a champion rider nobody believed it was an accident. The money and land was hers and the will left it all to her husband. Why he didn't just ship the kids off to boarding school till they were eighteen I don't know," Daniel closed the pad. "Meant spending money on them and nobody to get his jollies from," Frank said. "How's their training going?" I said. "Graduate in two weeks. Paulo says they're working hard to become better slaves. Guess they hope if they succeed daddy will treat his $25,000 investment better," Marc said. "Tell Paulo we'll be out sometime this afternoon. Got to hit the water park for a bit," I said. "Ok love, besides hating the very idea of this place what's bothering you?" Frank said. Valid question since we'd been sitting outside the Peckertown Training Academy for at least fifteen minutes and I hadn't said a word. "Not that, there's something kicking at the back of my head but it won't come through." "Then lets get in and maybe seeing them will jog it loose." I kissed Frank and we headed down to the training facility. It was our first time out here and I was amazed at the size of the place and how well kept it was. Frank pointed at the vegetable patch and we saw a bunch of boys working it while others were working on something by the building. "Master Paulo, two people coming down," a trainer called. A reply came out of the building but I couldn't make it out. When we reached it the boys, I can't say slaves or even trainees, were standing in something like attention. The trainer motioned us to inspect and we did. Admiring their form and their firm bodies. Hated to think it but honestly told them that their masters would be proud when they returned. "W1, W2, escort our guests to Master Paulo immediately," the trainer said. Two boys from the front row peeled off and came over and we followed them inside. As I watched their straight backs and firm buns that feeling in the back of my head got stronger but wasn't there yet. Paulo instructed the boys to stay in the hall while he closed the door behind us. "Thanks Scott, I appreciate you coming out here. Hope you can help them." "Going to try. Want to tackle them alone. Is it ok if Frank waits in here?" "Of course. I've got to make my rounds, make sure Anand has everything he needs for supper but I'll be back shortly, Paulo said. Paulo walked me out and motioned the boys to follow us to another room. Inside there was one comfortable chair and two low hard wooden chairs and not that much room. "Is this ok?" "W2, take the chairs outside," I said and he did so. "Better, I'll see you later Master Paulo," I said. Paulo nodded and left, closing the door behind him. I took my shirt off and sat on the floor was my bare back against the wall and motioned the boys to sit. The boys slowly sat as they stared at my tattoos. The barbed wire around my right arm was nothing special but the dragon on the upper left arm was a stunner. Didn't know if the boys had seen the eagle on my back. "My name's Scott Davis and I hear we grew up near each other, lived in the outskirts of Odessa until I ran here. Avery, you and your brother live on one of those big ranches outside of town from what Paulo says." The brothers looked at each other and something in their profiles jostled that twitch some more. "That is true Master, but our names here are W1 and my brother is W2," Avery said. "I'm not a master and I have no desire to talk to W1 or W2. I'm here to talk to Avery and Marshal Walker, good old boy to good old boys. I know it's been a long time since you've been able to do that, not since your Mom passed. My parents died just about then too in a car accident. Destroyed me, and when they started passing me from family member to family member to foster care to youth correctional facility it got worse. One foster father gave me these tattoos. Others just fucked my ass and mouth. Finally got to Peckertown and found freedom, a place to put my head, heart and life back together." "Why are you telling us this Sir? We are slaves," Avery said. Marshall now pressed against his older brother's side. I pounded my chest with my fist. "Because we are Texans and Texans aren't slaves. We stand up for ourselves, we stand up for our families," I said. And everything came together. Remembered the day when I got home from school and Mom was scowling at the newspaper. I pulled a chair up next to hers and looked at it. It was the society pages. "What's wrong Mom?" I said. "Your Uncle Herbert's rich bitch of a wife just had their second son. Didn't even know about the first one three years ago." I looked at the article about a Herbert Walker, which I knew was Mom's maiden name, and his wife announcing the birth of their second son Marshall to go with his three-year-old brother Avery. "I don't have an Uncle Herbert," I said to Mom. Her laugh was chilling. "That's his choice. He met and married her and left his family behind. Wants nothing to do with us so I decided never to mention him to you. Now you know but put them out of your mind," Mom said. I gave her a hug and kiss. "Put who out of my mind?" I said and she laughed and got me my snack, glass of milk and an extra large piece of chocolate cake. "And you two are my first cousins," I said finally. Their jaws dropped and they shook their heads. Couldn't blame them, hardly believed it myself. "My mother is your father's sister. I know you never met her but I just remembered Mom showing me the article about your birth," I said pointing to Marshall "And it mentioned his older brother Avery. Told me about her brother marrying a rich lady and then never wanting anything to do with his family again. Much like he's never let you have anything to do with any friends, family since your Mom died." "We met all the family before our mother died. Why are you lying to us like that?" Marshall screamed. "I'm not lying, my full name is Scott Walker Davis. Swear to you on my parents' graves that I am not making any of this up. From the time I heard about you something was gnawing at the book of my head and when I said families it came to me." "Liar, parents kicked you out when they found you were gay," Marshall said. Anger flared up but I forced it down. "Wait Mar, wait a second. Was your mother's name Sheila Ann?" "Yes, yes it was." "Oh my God," Avery said. "What?" Marshall screamed. "Master's office, when he was still Dad, do you remember a picture of a high school girl on his desk. Girl he would never say who it was," Avery said. Marshall thought then finally nodded. "One day I went in looking for him but he wasn't there. I saw the picture and took it out of the frame. On the back it said "To my big brother. I Love You, Sheila Ann Walker." "And in profile I can see her in you," I whispered. "He came in then and slapped me hard across both sides of my mouth. Told me never to touch his stuff again. Then he ripped down my pants and spanked the shit out of me. He never said another word about the picture and it was always there," Marshall said. We sat for a while looking at each other. Think we were all wondering what could have been if our parents had remained close. For me what would have happened if Uncle Herbert had taken me in? Would I have first come to Peckertown with my cousins to be trained at the PTA? "I'm sorry Scott, shouldn't have said that about your parents. Just our parents never cared about us. Think mother's wanting to keep the line going is the only reason father waited till he killed her to start in on us," Marshall said. "It hurt but I understand," I said. "What now?" Avery said. "Do you want to return home and continue being slaves?" I said. "Hell no but we don't have a choice. He'll totally flip if we walk out on him, you have no idea what he'll do to this place, to this town," Avery said. "He might kill us along with you, Paulo and everybody here just for having this conversation." "Wouldn't be as easy as you think," I said and pulled up my right pants leg revealing the revolver in the ankle holster. "You always wear that?" Marshall said. "Not in bed with my lover, but we both do security work, we've never had to shoot but it's come close. But look, you two give the word and you are free and we'll take care of Uncle Herbert." "Can we have a couple minutes by ourselves?" Avery said. I nodded, picked up my shirt and walked out of the room. Paulo and Frank were waiting for me. "They're talking but I think I talked my cousins into staying," I said. "Cousins? Is that what was bugging you?" Frank said. "Something was bugging me but it wasn't until we were talking that everything came back to me. Their father was my mother's brother." "Wicked," Paulo said. The door opened and the boys came out. "Master Paulo is it true that if we tell you we don't want to be slaves we don't have to go back and we can stay here as free boys?" Avery said. "Yes." "Then we want to stay in Peckertown as free boys," Avery said. "But we want to finish our training and graduate," Marshall said. "No problem, but in that case get back to your training and say nothing about your decision to anybody else. Not even the other masters," Paulo said. "Yes Master Paulo," they said as they snapped into the present position and walked off." I looked at Frank. He put his arms around me and I cried. "They can stay with us," Franks said. Marc Scott and Frank just left after telling us the good news. Daniel was in the middle of dialing Morgan when they ran back in. "What's wrong?" Daniel said. "Just remembered something Marshall said. He came right out and said his father killed his mother, said it like was pure fact and not mad at his father," Scott said. "I know the reports questioned it but supposedly she was riding alone when it happened," I said. "We were in that final part and I didn't go after it and in the excitement of them saying yes it just slipped my mind. But if it's true and he can provide some evidence it'll give us leverage," Scott said. "Get the Captain and JQ on the line," I said to Daniel and he worked the phone. Can't remember how to do conference calls for the life of me. Fifteen minutes later we had the two masters up to speed. "Shit, hang on a second let me get that folder," JQ said. While we waited we asked Morgan if he was going to bring Timmy to graduation because there'd been an accident at the Jorgenson Inn kitchen and a couple of the boys were badly burnt. Naturally he said yes. "Here it is, I didn't include it because didn't seem important before. But a couple months after Mrs. Walker died the sheriff and two deputies who handled the case retired from the force to form a security company. First client was the Walker Ranch." "Can anybody say payoff?" I said. "All I can say is that if he gets away with everything he's done he will never get near one of my boys again," JQ said. "Do you have any videotapes of him in action?" Morgan asked. "Captain, such a thing would be unethical for somebody in our profession," JQ said with mock affront, "Hell yeah, even got a bunch burned onto a CD. Think I'll make a couple of copies of it though." "CDs never thought of that. I'll call you later about that," Morgan said. "Think Benjy will too once I tell little bro about that. But don't say I called him that," Daniel said. "Talk to you later guys, Bart's calling," Morgan said and hung up. "Let me see do some more digging but I can't promise anything. Walker's the type who is well connected. Take care, and good work you good old boy," JQ said, chuckled and hung up. Scott Frank and I walked out of the Jorgenson Enterprises office a few minutes later. Wasn't mad at Frank for answering the phone this morning anymore. Got two new cousins who are going to need us and we're going to have to find a way to keep them alive. Sounds good to me. Zeus Daniel and I flipped a coin for this section and he insisted that I say I "won" the toss. You should have seen him smile as he walked out of MY office. To be honest though he had a good reason to be happy. Just gave Billy Ray Bob the Group Sales Manager job that Thurber had. Now if you don't remember him Billy Ray Bob has been running the Jorgenson Inn front desk and reservations almost since we opened. Before that he worked the Little Leather Club's front door. And while he might be living with Wang now he was Daniel's first boyfriend. And I've learned my lesson, I may trust Billy Ray but after Thurber I'm going to keep a closer eye on him. Frank Hi guys. My lover and his cousins asked me to write this but man I don't know if I can do it justice. I mean I love mysteries, read them and watch all the TV shows, especially some of the old ones like Murder She Wrote and Colombo. I know it's a little weird to love shows about death after my little brother's suicide but it's something all four of liked doing before things went completely to hell. But you know when you hear about a real life murder it's different man. Very fucking different. It's about three days after Scott and my first trip out here and this time Scott wanted me to meet them. As well as talk about their mother's death. It was really interesting. I knew something about what they'd been through for the last three years but like so many guys I've met here once free of the problem they bounce back so fast. Though I know there will be fucking nightmare keeping all of us up for a while. There are still nights I see Sam take those last steps and my arms can't, can't fucking. Be right back, got to walk around the block if I'm going to get through this. Thanks for waiting. ; --). As I said before the meeting went well. Meeting isn't the right word but can't come up with anything better. About half hour in Scott turned to Marshall. "You said something last time that I want to ask you about," Scott said. "About mother being killed?" "Yeah, you said it like a flat out fact and not as a way to get back at him." "And you want to know what I meant?" Marshall said. "Always thought something was funny about it. What ya see?" Avery said. "I'd gone to the stables after breakfast to clean my gear and go out riding. Now it's a long stable with stalls on both sides," Marshall said. "We've spent a lot of time there last few years chained up either in a stall or a secret room in the rear," Avery said. Marshall put a hand on his brother's arm and shook his head. "Sorry," Avery said. Marshall took a deep breath and continued. "My horse was in the rear so he didn't see me when he came in to saddle the horses." "Your father?" I asked. "No, our master. We're forbidden to call him, it father. First he saddled his horse and then started on mother's. Right before he cinched the saddle he went outside and looked around. When he came back he took something out of his pocket and put it under the saddle. Mother came out, his cell phone rang and she left without him. Ten minutes later he took off after her. His story was he didn't catch up to her, said she most of taken a different trail than the one they'd planned." "He came back," Avery picked up the story, "hour or so later he led a search party out. He found her and mother's horse was there so he could have removed any device before he called for help." "Mars, why didn't you say anything?" Scott said. "Mars?" I said. "Schoolyard nickname that I'm liking a lot more than Marshall. Scott, I was what? Nine years old and hysterical when they brought her body out. Later when I saw how everybody was treating master I knew it wouldn't matter who I told. Right now I don't care if he goes to jail for it or not," Marshall said and cuddled into his big brother. "Hope you or your friends can use this against him in some way. Maybe even get our inheritance one day," Avery said as he wrapped his arm around his younger brother. "As long as you're with us you don't have to worry about money. May put you to work cleaning and folding towels at the water park though," Scott said. "Sounds good, sounds good to me cousin," Avery said. Marc "Paulo's on the phone," Margaret called through the intercom. "Graduation is this Saturday," Daniel said from the other side of my desk. I nodded as I punched the speakerphone button. My eyes didn't leave my lover's though, his hair and eyes were shining and the top three buttons of his burgundy long-sleeve shirt were unbuttoned revealing a delightful expanse of smooth muscular chest. "Marc, you there?" Paulo said. "Hi Paulo," I said as Daniel tried not to laugh, "I'm with Daniel. What can we do for you?" "Mr. Walker just called to tell me he would be flying up himself on Friday and will return right after graduation with his slaves. That's what he called them," Paulo spat. "We'll make due with the time we have. Doesn't really matter anyway. Did he say if JQ is coming with him?" "I asked and he said no. Said he didn't like the way the old bastard was treating him and if he wasn't the only game around he'd turn him into the cops," Paulo said. Lion drew his thumb across his throat, the expression on his face I was more used to seeing on Benjy's face when he was in full pissed off master mode. I thought for a moment and nodded. "If you two are talking about Captain Morgan's offer I agree with your decision," Paulo said. "Either way?" Daniel asked. "Lion, I know as well as you there is only one way to deal with this animal. Even before this threat he did not deserve to live. And that is not something I would have ever said about my own parents," Paulo said. "Tonight keep Avery and Mars at the house. We'll be out about nine with some friends to discuss things," I said. "Good, I will see you then," Paulo said and hung up. I waited for the dial tone then dialed Captain Morgan's private line. "Marc this is a surprise. Didn't expect to speak with you till we got there Thursday," Morgan said. "This couldn't wait Captain. It's about that offer you made a couple weeks ago," I said. "What happened?" Morgan said. I brought him up to date including my thoughts on the night's meeting. "Have you talked to Quinn?" Morgan asked when I was through. "No, wasn't sure if it would be wise. Don't want that good old boy taking care of this himself," I said. "I'll take care of everything then give Quinn a call. Just got one piece of advice for you two and Pablo." "Yes Captain," Daniel said. "Don't let it bother you. We may make our fortunes on the kids these vermin leave behind but that's all they are, vermin and they deserve to be exterminated like any rat. Having said that, I know it won't be easy once it's done but from the second I hang up the decision cannot be undone. Good-night gentlemen and I'll see you in two days," Morgan said. There was almost a half-minute of silence before the line clicked dead. Daniel and I stared at each other but we said nothing. I started making the necessary phone calls for the nights meeting. Told everybody that they'd get filled in then just get there. Nobody said no. Paulo I found Anand in the kitchen preparing supper and I told him about the evening's plans, but not about the decision. "I have time Master Paulo and will make refreshments. I know not a happy meeting but more reason for them," Anand said. "You are right number one slave. I will be eating supper in the house with Byron, Brian, Kyran and Nate. You will send the British boys to bring our food and then return immediately. I need you to watch them till I call for you." "Yes Master," Anand said. I hugged him and he returned it. I fought back the tears but felt a little peace dig back into my soul. None had been there since I'd voted to kill Master Walker. Marc "Marc, Sheriff's on the line," Margaret called that Friday afternoon. I looked across at Daniel, a shrug, and we both turned to Captain Morgan who just smiled. Once again I punched that button, going to need a new handset soon. "Hi Whitey, I'm here with Daniel and Captain Morgan. What can I do for you?" "Actually I've got some bad news. The plane carrying a Mr. Herbert Walker and his party for tomorrow's PTA graduation ceremony blew up in midair about an hour ago. No survivors I'm afraid." "That's a real shame," I said, "I'll take care of telling Paulo." "You'll let me know if you need any help with his slaves," the Sheriff said. "Will do. I'll talk to you later," I said then switched lines and called Scott. A half-hour later the three of us pulled next to Scott and Frank's car in the PTA parking lot. "You know, I can't believe we orphaned my cousins," Scott said. "You didn't, we didn't do it. That bastard orphaned them the second he started planning to kill his wife," Daniel said. "Frank's been telling me that since you called. Doesn't help enough, but I'm strong enough. Mostly because I can't fail Frank or my cousins. Let's go in," Scott said and turned. We entered the house and found Paulo in the living room with Avery and Mars. Scott and Frank went to them but they're eyes stayed with me. "Did something happen to master?" Avery finally asked. I'd planned out this whole speech but it went right out the window. "Avery, Mars I'm sorry to say but the plane carrying your master exploded in midair on its way here. There are no survivors and we know he was on board the plane. I know how much you hate him and deservedly so but you do have our sympathies on the death of your father," I said. "The other night when we all talked I had a feeling something like this was going to happen and it didn't bother me. Now there is some sadness, not for the man who died but for my father. Hope that makes sense," Avery said. "It does cousin, it does," Scott said while he and Frank each wrapped their arms around one brother's neck. "You said that you'd help in any way," Avery continued, "In my father's office and in his room are private safes. I don't know what's in them or if anybody alive has the combinations but I want our security forces in there and protecting everything." I took my cell phone out and called Henry Silvers, our lawyer. "Henry, this is Marc Fogel. I'm sorry to inform you of the accidental death of Mr. Herbert Walker. His progeny wish you to go forth with the plans we discussed the other night." "Everything's been on standby. Let me get it rolling and give those boys my sympathies," Henry said and clicked off. "Mr. Silvers regrets your father's passing and your wishes will be carried out immediately. He has been in contact with a lawyer he knows and trusts in Odessa who has security lined up and is ready to go to court to get me named your legal guardian and himself as our representative in the state," I said. "You?" Scott said. "As far as Peckertown is concerned they're all yours. Texas on the other hand we figured that an adult guardian would work better." "Especially once they put your two families together," Frank said. "We got to go back?" Mars said. I knew what answer he wanted, needed. Had to be honest though. "Hopefully not. None of the lawyers see any reason that you have to go back to the ranch, especially with him dead. Back to Texas is a possibility at some point but that's why it's important to get me named as legal guardian fast instead of somebody who will be looking for your money." "Our money," Mars said and for the first time in my view smiled. Paulo Graduation is over, another dozen successful graduates of the program. Avery would have won the best trainee prize but he asked me to give it to the Brit who came in second since it would mean more to him and his master. I wondered how much the boy would benefit but knew Master Reginald was more likely to send me more boys if his won top honors. Avery and Mars took the brandings like the great slaves they would have been. Anand told me that a couple of Morgan's slaves had offered to talk to their master about taking them in but Avery said no, his time was done. Morgan was pleased with his boys. When the ceremony was over Avery and Mars left the stage with the others and went to Scott and Frank. Where the other boys prostrated themselves in front of their masters they hugged. And wept. Marc That night Scott and Frank came over with the boys and we had a quiet evening. That is until Tad and Keith took advantage of our open pool policy and came over. The introductions were made without anything being said about Avery and Mars' history but the fresh brands were clearly visible. Keith looked at the rest of us clearly not knowing what to say. He and his big brother Cody had come to terms that no matter how awful and wrong their parents treatment of them and their siblings was it was done out of love and faith. It was clear there was something more here. So instead of saying anything he walked over and hugged the two boys and welcomed them to Peckertown. "Thanks," Avery said, "means a lot. From the little Scott's told us about this town I think we're going to be happy here." Tad walked over and hugged them too then winked at Keith who smiled. "Got one question for you good old boys," Tad said. "What? Mars said. "Can you swim?" Tad asked, grabbed Avery and dived into the pool with him as Keith did the same with Mars. Scott and Frank followed them in and Daniel and I did a moment later. The horseplay that followed was about as un-sexual as you can have with eight nude gays in the pool swimming, grabbing, dunking and stuff. Avery This feels so weird. Haven't been on a computer, shit written anything anyway in years except for signing in at the PTA. I pray to God you can't understand the weight off my life. At the end of the swim party Keith and Tad came home with us. I was tired and the brand was hurting a bit. I'm proud of that teardrop and the ranking I earned. See it proved to me that I could finish something, work hard at it. Hadn't really done that at school and doing something because he said to didn't count. Within moments of walking in we were all naked. After a few minutes Frank and Cousin Scott headed off into the kitchen leaving just the four of us. Tad and Keith got off the couch they were sitting on and walked over. Tad sat next to me and Keith next to Mars. Mars, still getting used to that but I get it. Tad put his arm around me and leaned and kissed me. I hesitated for a second but when he didn't relent I got into it. His tongue ran across my lips and I let him in. For a little the old feelings of being used came back but quickly felt that he wasn't. I relaxed and enjoyed the kissing, the feel of his hands on me and finally mine on his. The kiss broke and I saw Mars and Keith on the other couch doing the same thing. I wanted to ask why but Tad's sensuous mouth started kissing its way down my throat and didn't stop till my he reached my left nipple. The licking, sucking, even the nipping were so hot. I knew why, Tad was showing me what gay sex should be like. What it really was and not the things master and his friends did to me and my brother. Tad moved to the other nipple and when finished there licked his way done my hairless chest. While my blond hair on my head is growing back the rest of me will always be hairless since master had all body hair permanently removed on the two of us. Tad started licking around my crotch and up my rigid cock. "Oh yeah," I moaned, "Nobody's ever done it like this before." "Nobody ever made love to you before?" "Yea, just had sex, never love," I said. Tad grinned, "Know that feeling bud and began working on my cock. I reached around and grabbed his and started jerking him off. He moved around and we got into a hot 69. He brought me to the edge several times but always stopped. The last time he pulled out of me and turned and kissed my lips gently. "Want you to fuck me tonight. Feel what its like to be on top," Tad said. "Want you to fuck me tonight. Feel what its like to be fucked by somebody who cares," I said. "There's time for both and I want you to go first." I nodded and we kissed hard some more. "Let me get some lotion," Tad said. I held him down. "Get the feeling both of us are used to doing it dry and hard. Just make love to me." He smiled and a tiny laugh, "You're right. Lay down on the couch." I did and he kneeled on either side of me and guided my six inches of uncut cock into his remarkably tight ass. He started fucking himself slowly and I just rolled my head back and sighed at the great feelings going through me. They'd never let me fuck anyone or anything, not even a sheep for one of their movies. The animals fucked us and they loved little brother fucking big brother. The last was nice but this was better. After a while I pushed Tad onto his back and reentered him. "Oh Tad," I said. "Do it man, fuck my hot ass," Tad said. I started going harder and deeper with each stroke. Wanted to but couldn't wait, couldn't fucking hold it. I screamed and released my first load up another boy's ass. Best load of my life till then. Poured out of me, cum and past. My cock pointing to a future I wasn't expecting, even if I don't know what it'll be. I pulled out and kept rolling so my back was on the couch and I was holding my legs up in the air. Tad smiled and leaned down to kiss again. While we kissed he guided his thick seven inches into me. I let him in and quickly his trimmed bush was brushing against my ass. "Wait a moment," I moaned. "Does it hurt," he said and I could tell he was really worried. "No Tad, just feels so good, so much better than any time before. Want to enjoy." I nodded a couple minutes later, Tad smiled and began to stroke away. I looked across the room and saw Keith fucking my brother. Mars turned his head at that moment and we smiled at each other. I saw it in his eyes and hoped he saw it in mine that brother and brother would soon be making love for the very first time as free men. Tad picked up the pace and I felt him growing in me, throbbing like a wild beast as he got closer and closer. We were both grunting and sweating, my cock hard and throbbing from his assault on my prostate. "Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah," was all I could say. "Fuck! Take my seed," he yelled and I felt him shoot deep inside me. Stream after stream of baby makers filled me" Finally he pulled out and lowered my legs. Then he lay on top of me and looked into my eyes. For the first time in my life I felt emptiness at his withdrawal and not emptiness. Marc That my friends took care of March 2002 but April was starting with one wedding and ending with another at the end. The first as I said earlier was Aaron and Jennifer's on April 6th and Daniel and Benjy are best men while Roger and I are groomsmen. That meant tuxedos for everybody. The father of the groom threatened to flee when he was told but Elija relented when he was told they'd be a nice dark gray and not lavender. Some of the boys use lavender for their weddings and they look nice on some but not on a Jorgenson. Aaron ended up with two bachelor parties. Daniel and I talked with a couple of his straight friends and tried to figure out a way to do one big one but in the end we all decided the comfort level wouldn't be right. As they worked for the warehousing division I knew them and knew it wasn't about us being gay, but more about the ages and they wanted the dancing girl and hetero porno flicks and all that stuff. For ours we rented out the Big Lick for the late show on the Wednesday before. Wednesday had turned into cabaret night after the success and word of mouth of the Trips Christmas show. The Trips loved making the change and it's been so popular that they're going to add another on Monday and hiring other acts to make a longer show. When they came out for their encore they were wearing long sleeve shirts buttoned over baggy shorts. Lance came to the front of the stage. "Aaron, we are so honored that you're having your bachelor party here. The whole Olson family wishes you decades of happiness and tons of kids to keep the family business going especially since you're other two brothers have turned out a little, what's the word, queer." Everybody laughed. "Now from what we've been told one of the highlights of a heterosexual bachelor party is the stripper. So for our final number we've gone back in our archives for this," Lance said and backed up. The lights dimmed and familiar music started. "Let us entertain you, let us make you smile, let us entertain you and you'll have a real good time," all three sang from the darkness. When the song from Gypsy had been part of their regular act it had been one of the most sensual performances I have ever seen. In deference to the guest of honor this was totally campy. The bumps and grinds were more exaggerated. Hand motions were totally flaming, hell everything was over the top. The shorts were the first to come off and get kicked to the side and when the shirts finally dropped off they were wearing teddys. We went nuts as they pranced around wiggling their sexy buns. As before the music changed to Bolero and the teddys slowly came off. The three identical brothers moving in perfect harmony. When they threw them into the audience I heard jumping and screams of delight and frustration. What I noticed was the brother's cocks were hard and bouncing as they moved slowly around the stage and finally toward us. They stood in a line and before he could react Aaron was wearing all three loads. As always they got a standing ovation. They slipped their shirts back on before joining us at the table. "Guys, that was great, really fantastic," Aaron said and threw the towel he'd cleaned with in Bobby's face. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see my brother-in-law. "How did you like it?" I asked. "Fantastic, if I thought there was any chance I could get them to the hotel they'd do great," Sam said. "To be honest I think the main reason they'd say no is that this is a family business, they're uncle owns it. Plus they have a freedom here that you can't offer." He nodded over at his son and his son's boyfriend. "Sensed the difference in the boys as soon as we landed and then when we hit town they were so excited. Pointing everything out. You may get stuck with them for summer vacation." I gulped. "Got a couple months to get through first but it wouldn't be the worst thing for Daniel and me. Even put them to work." "Doing what?" Sam said. "Busboys at The Tasty Buns, same job Daniel had when we met." Laughter broke out behind me and I turned to see Daniel and Aaron drying their faces and the table off while they and everybody else at the table were laughing. I heard Orin and Bruce laughing too. I couldn't help it and joined in. "Daniel, what's so funny?" Orin's father almost shouted. "Sorry Sam, just thinking of them in their uniforms," Daniel said. "Aaron, help me here," Sam said. "Sir, as the manager of the restaurant it is my duty to inform you that there are no uniforms for busboys at The Tasty Buns," Aaron said and everybody started laughing. "Dad," Orin said placing is hand on his father's arm, "There are no uniforms because the busboys are naked." "Oh, that makes sense," Sam said. "And it is what I was doing when Marc and I met," Daniel said. "Wait, you want to have my son parade naked in front of all those men?" "Be good experience, let us get jobs when we get back home," Bruce said. "Meet us there for lunch tomorrow and see the place for yourself. No commitment and if you don't like it there are other jobs we can find for them," I said. "Ok, how am I going to explain this to your mother," Sam said. Orin smiled and shrugged. Rev. John Brannigan "Aaron, Jennifer, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Marc The wedding was beautiful, the ceremony perfect. The church was filled and Daniel looked so handsome in his tuxedo I could have blown him on the spot. The reception was unreal. Not sure how many people were invited but the final count was almost six hundred. With the annual Oscar Night party we can get that many boys in here easy because it's buffet and there isn't the fixed all night seating. The final solution was to put up a giant tent right outside the ballroom and put the band and dance floor there. Kept the noise in the main room to bearable levels. Don't get me wrong the band was incredible as always. As many times as I hear them they still amaze me. These boys dressed in black tuxedos playing their hearts out all work at The Little Leather Club, almost all as slaves. And they play the full range of music. One of these chapters I've got to get one of them to write about it. At twenty Aaron's definitely a man and ready to take over more responsibilities in the family business. When he gets back his Dad and I are going to talk to him about becoming head of all the restaurants regardless of location. The food was great as was the company and conversation. Daniel and I sat at the family table. Aaron invited everybody who worked at The Tasty Buns. They were at adjoining tables and it was nice seeing Shawn, Chris and the others dressed up and acting appropriately amongst people who were their folk's age. When it came that time of the festivities one of Jennifer's girl friends caught the bouquet. Instead of throwing the garter Aaron walked it over to Daniel and me and slipped it around our wrists. The three of us hugged. The crowd yelled for me to put the garter on Daniel's leg. He sat on a chair and I knelt in front of him. I slipped the garter over his shoes and his pants leg. Moved it slowly up and up. The crowd yelling, "higher, higher." He stopped me when I was on his thigh. "Another inch and it'll break," he said before leaning down and kissing me. When the limo dropped us off Daniel headed into the kitchen while he took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. When I got there I took two cans of soda out of the fridge and sat down next to my love. He sipped his while flipping through the calendar. He'd get to September then go back. After several runs through I stopped him at July. He looked at me and nodded. I picked up a pen and circled the 27th. He nodded then asked, "Why?" "My parents anniversary if that's ok with you," I said. He leaned over and we kissed. We left two open cans of soda on the table and headed up to bed. Bed, not sleep. The next morning at brunch at Elija and Francis's house we made the announcement. My sister was around my neck as quickly as Francis was around her second son. "I'm so happy, so happy," my sister Josie said. "You don't mind the date?" She looked me in the eye. "I love it and I'm sure they do too." "Then will you and Sam give me away?" "Of course we will," Sam said from behind." The rest of the month was a lot of catching up and doing early prep work on our wedding. As I've said a couple of times the month ends with Dan and Wayne's wedding. It was great, especially the food and the music and dancing and everything. I know I could tell you more but this is about as long as I want to go in this chapter so my suggestion is if you haven't already go back and read the chapters called Pizza Boy and Dan and Wayne's Wedding. To be continued...