Date: Sun, 23 May 2004 16:01:15 EDT
From: Sidg0714@cs.com
Subject: Arkansas Vacation: Jaggar Chapter 1

      The following chapter is the start of a new series taking place
within the Arkansas Vacation world.  Michael B. is a good email friend and
a fine writer who brings a new story to my world.  There is no sex in this
chapter but there are references to sadistic treatment of unwilling boys.
We hope you enjoy the story.
      As always all the usual warnings apply.
      And remember, never treat a boy so he goes looking for Peckertown AR
since it doesn't exist.
      Sid G.


      Jaggar:  From DC to Peckertown
      By Michael B.
      Badboy_1212@mail.com
      Arkansas Vacation and Peckertown created by Sid G. (SidG0714@cs.com)

      Copyright 2004 Jaggar.  All Rights Reserved.

      I walked to work on August 9, 2002 like I had for the prior eighteen
months but at a much slower pace.  Would I really do it?  Was I sure it was
what I wanted to do.
      I entered the executive suite and asked to talk to the only person
there who I cared about and who cared about me.
      His secretary buzzed him and after a moment nodded to me.  I'd worked
for the man for over seven years in this job and his previous position and
never seen her smile.
      The man at the door, whose training I'd completed much to his bosses
chagrin, nodded to me as he opened the door.  I walked in and stood in
front of the desk with my hands behind my back.

      "Michael, what can I do for you?" he said.
      "Mister President, I regret to inform you that today is my last day
of employment here. I will be taking my two weeks vacation and that will be
my notice," I said trying hard not to break.
      "Michael, I do not accept your notice. You are too valuable to me
here if it is a problem tell me and I will fix it."
      "No Mister President, nothing is wrong.  It has been an honor and a
pleasure working with you but my work here is done and."
      Here I broke down and sat unbidden on the chair directly across the
massive oak desk from him.  I brought myself under control and looked into
those compassionate eyes.
      "My work here is done, but even more its time for me to move on and
to where I belong.  I am moving to Peckertown Arkansas," I said with a
smile, "And of course if you ever need me just call."
      The President of the United States came around the desk and we
hugged.  He knew from my prior work history why I was making the move.
      "Oh well then you have my blessing and try not to get into any
trouble. Maybe after I leave the office I'll come down and see you," he
said with a laugh. A knock at the door ended our talk.

      I left The Oval Office and returned to my small stark office down the
hall.  I placed my pottery mug, and a spare pair of shoes and a shirt which
where the only personal possessions. The rest of the morning was a blank
and at noon I picked up my bag and exited the White House for the last
time. I did not tell anyone I was leaving or say good-bye because no one
would care.
      Entering my furnished apartment I found my bags and boxes where I'd
left them. I loaded my car and walked through the apartment one last time,
feeling nothing. I wrote the super a note put the one key I had into the
envelope and slid it thought the slot everyone used for their rent. I told
him to use my deposit as my notice.

      Three days later I drove my BMW into Peckertown.
      At first glance it looked like any other rural small town in
America. Then I saw the working boys in and around the large park I
passed. I pulled up in front of a place called The Tasty Buns. When I
opened the door the smells made me hungry, the nude busboys made me
salivate.  One boy brought me a menu and glass of water and didn't flinch
when I stroked his buns.
      I looked over the menu and decided on the open faced turkey platter.
      I was deep in thought watching a man and his young love at the table
by the window. I did not see my waiter walk up to the table.
      "Hello sir my name is Quentin and I will be your waiter."
      I looked up at him and managed to spill the whole glass of water in
my lap. The glass was still in my hand as I stared at him. I'd never
believed in love at first sight but this changed my mind, my heart.
      Quentin took the glass from my hand setting it back on the table; I
felt my face getting redder the longer I sat there.
      "Hello, I'm Michael and I don't normally act like this but I think I
am falling in love," I said looking up at him. "Is there any chance I could
meet you later maybe?" I had money and would give him every cent I had to
spend an hour with him.
      "First off I am not a working boy so I just don't fuck anyone. I have
only been here a week and I like my job. The Jorgensons are good people and
have helped me a lot along with a lot of the boys here."
      The look on his face said he was not lying.
      "I'm sorry I didn't think that you were a working boy," I needed to
get out of the restaurant as quick as I could.
      As I started to get up Quentin put his hand on my shoulder and pushed
me back down. It was then the door open and two boys dressed in leather
walked in. The shorter of the two head was shaved. The air he carried made
everyone in the room turn and look at the two of them. The nearer to the
table they got the more power I felt.
      "Oh no," was all I heard from Quentin, a bare whisper. He shook as
the two neared.
      "Sir, is there a problem here?" The shaved headed boy asked.
      Quentin now had tears in his eyes which really scared me. I looked up
at the boy, smiled before he answered.
      "No Master Benjy Sir there is anything that I can not handle. I need
to get the man's order and get a rag for him," Quentin said just above a
whisper.
      "Quentin I would like the open faced turkey sandwich and an ice tea
with no sugar," I looked up at him but he did not move he just stood there
staring at me. I looked at Master Benjy who looked like he was going too
explode on Quentin.
      "Quentin go give Mom the order find a rag and bring it to me," Benjy
said trying not to smile. It was then I knew it was more of an act in some
ways than Master Benjy wanted people to know. Quentin hurried off to the
kitchen almost at a run.
      "Master Benjy it would be an honor if the two of you would join me,"
I said looking up at him.
      "I'm sorry sir, I have a noon show at The Little Leather Club and if
I don't hurry I'm going to be late. But maybe next time plus I don't think
Quentin can handle me being here much longer. Are you new to our fair
city?"
      "Yes, I just arrived today and was hungry and stopped here. I asked
Quentin if I could maybe spend sometime with him and he told me that he was
not a working boy but had to be in love with someone before he would let
them fuck him," I said more to inform then get him in trouble.
      "He is correct my family doesn't hire working boys unless they want
to work for us and not the street. We help as many of them as we can but
they have to want to be helped," Benjy said.
      "Oh by the way I'm Michael Vinemichaelson," getting up from where I
was sitting to bow and kiss his feet. There was still part of my training
as a slave I will never forget. To bow and kiss a Masters feet when in
there present.
      "There is not need for that I am Benjy and this is my lover Roger."
      At that moment a lady walked out of the kitchen with a bag in her
hand.
      "Benjamin Michael Jorgenson, what did you say to Quentin to make him
start crying so badly?"
      There is only one person who can use a person's full name and get
that reaction. Only a mother possesses that power, even over an S&M Master.
      "I'm sorry mother I will go talk with him. Mr. Vinemichaelson will
tell you the rest," both Benjy and Roger went off toward the kitchen.
      "Hello Mr. Vinemichaelson, I'm Francis Jorgenson and I see you have
met my youngest son and his love. I do have one question for you?"
      "Hello Mrs. Jorgenson, please call me Michael not Mr. Vinemichaelson
that was my father," I said with a smile.
      "Ok, Michael was there a problem with Quentin that I need to be aware
of?"
      "No, I asked Question a question he answered me and I managed to
spill a glass of water all over myself staring at his beautiful body. That
was when Benjy walked in and asked Quentin if anything was wrong and the
kid lost it. I think Benjy scares Quentin, and it is more than the
leather^" I said looking into Francis' eyes.
      "I don't know a whole lot about the boy.  He came into town last
week, he had experience in fine dining and I needed a waiter,"
      "If you have a minute would you mind joining me I like to know what
you know about him?" I asked. Before I could say or do anything else
Francis sat down across from me. Benjy walked out of the kitchen looked
around the restaurant spotted his mother walked over and sat down next to
her.
      "We talked to Quentin and he is doing better," Benjy said as he
looked at both of us. Roger was still standing so I moved over so he could
sit next to me.
      "We found out that the reason Quentin freaked out when he seen us in
leather. His parents sold him to some leather freak and the guy did some
major things to him. We think maybe he should talk to Zeus as soon as
possible," Roger said looking at Benjy then both of us.
      "Roger I'm proud of you," Francis said with a smile and turned to
me. "You're new in town but when Roger got here he was in very bad
shape. Benjy fell for him and helped him get well and became Benjy body
guard and doggy^"
      "Mom, I will finish our story. The more I talked to Roger the closer
we got and the next thing I knew he was living with us. About a year in a
half ago we told our family we were lovers. Now Roger talks and we just
moved into our own place," The smile on Benjy face said everything. Roger
on the other hand was blushing.
      It was then a man and older teen walked into the Tasty Buns. Roger's
eyes got real big as he let out air for a moment.
      "Oh my, they're back," Roger said.
      Benjy turned to see what we were looking at. The two of them and
Francis were on there feet moving toward the two of them. Quentin brought
me my food placed it on the table he stood next to the table watching
everyone.  An older man and girl came out of the kitchen.
      I sat and watched all these people and their love for each other,
something I have never felt, something I want to feel. I looked up at
Quentin knowing I had found my soul mate.  I just had to convince him.
      The group moved over to where I was sitting. Quentin moved behind
me. My plate was empty he grabbed it and headed for the kitchen.
      "Michael I would like to introduce the rest of our family. The man
standing next to me is my husband Elija," Francis and Elija were holding
hand like there were still young lovers.
      "Hello welcome to Peckertown," he said as he shook my hand.
      "Kristen here is our only daughter.  The young man that just entered
is Daniel with his new husband Marc. Marc is the general manager of our
company and Daniel is in charge of buying and whatever else he is now
doing.  Only one missing is our eldest son Aaron who's at one of other
restaurants at the moment."
      Daniel blushed and everyone laughed. He looked at his watch then at
his father.
      "Hello Michael and welcome to town. I'm sorry but we have to get
across the street before the boss fires both of us," Daniel said as he and
Marc started toward the door.
      Benjy and Roger followed as they were late for the show they were
doing.
      "Francis I need to find a house is there a realtor in town?"
      "Yes, you'll want to talk to the Scotti brothers.  They'll treat you
right and find what you're looking for," she said as she looked at her
watch.
      Quentin came back out of the kitchen and looked around. Francis
walked over and talked to Quentin. I couldn't hear what they were saying to
each other but he went toward the back.  A few minutes later he came out
wearing a mesh t-shirt, shorts that stopped mid-thigh and sandals and
walked over to my table.  I was hard in an instant but took deep breaths to
settle down.
      "Mrs. Jorgenson asked me to show you around town then take you to
Scotti Brothers. She said she was paying for the rest of the day and I
don't have to come back once you're finished."
      I would have to thank her the next time I was in for lunch. Once
outside Quentin relaxed and begin to talk more.

      Quentin:
      This man wants to spend time with me but what if it turns into
another Bob and Greg type thing? All the things they did to me including
making me wear leather all the time for what, five years. I don't want to
get back into the whipping again either not that I don't miss it
sometimes. Why did I just think that when they were doing it to me they
almost killed me a few times?

      "Michael, why do you want to be with me?" I asked looking him in the
eyes more looking into his mind.
      "Because there is something about you that feels so right it's hard
to explain. I know deep down in my heart that we were meant to be soul
mates. Does this make any sense to you?" he asked.
      He had not blinked the whole time he was answering my question.
      Once in the car and driving I began to feel a little better about all
of this. I told him everything that I knew about Peckertown. I showed him
everything that the Jorgenson family owned and then we went to Scotti
Brothers. The first house they showed Michael he smiled then handed the
paper to me.
      "Quentin, do you like the looks of this place?"
      I looked at the picture then at all the room it had. There was like
seven bedrooms and a lot of other rooms I had no idea what they were
for. Then I saw the picture of the indoor pool which I thought was so cool.
      "Michael did you see the indoor pool, was all I could get out of my
mouth?" I was so embarrassed staring at the floor was the only thing I
could do. The next thing I knew we were following the Scotti Brothers to
the house. The shorter of the two spoke first.
      "Mr. Vinemichaelson, along the road you have two neighbors. One is
the P.T.A. which is a training place for slaves.  Paulo owns and runs the
place and your other neighbors are Aaron Carter and Haley Joel Osment,"
both of the Scotti Brothers looked at us waiting for a response. Michael
and I looked at each other then back at the two of them.
      I could not believe that this was one house. Once back in the foyer
the four of us stood looking at each other.
      "Quentin, what do you think of the place?" asked Michael. The two of
us walked into the next room closing the door behind us.
      "Michael, this house is bigger then the apartment building I use to
live in when I was younger. Can I ask why do you want such a big house
for?" I took a step back so he would not hit me.
      "I will talk to you about that later this afternoon. I know we just
met but if you don't have a place to live I would really like you to move
in here with me. But this is something that I want to talk to you about,"
he reached out brushed my right cheek with the back of his hand.
      I thought about it for a moment before I answered him. I again looked
deep into his eyes looking for something anything to know he was the real
thing and not feeding me a line. All I seen was love and deep down the same
feeling he keeps talking about. I knew also that this was my soul mate.
      "Yes we do need to talk about a lot of things. But to answer your
question yes, right now I am living at the slave barracks which is ok but
this is something that I can't even dream of," my head was swimming.
Thinking what I was going to have to do to live here. Nothing is for free I
learned that early in life. I just wanted everything on the table before I
moved in and so I knew where I stood.

      We walked back into the other room, while we were in the other room
the Scotti Brothers went to their car and came back with a contract.
      "We'll take the house when can I sign the paperwork?" asked Michael
before seeing what the shorter of the two brothers was holding.
      "Mr. Vinemichaelson, we have all the paperwork here for you to
sign. Do you have the capital?" The taller of the two asked.
      "Just need to go to the bank and complete some wire transfers then
you'll have your check."  Michael took the clipboard and signed all the
papers.
      The Scotti Brother shook our hand and left. I walked over and sat
down on the step. I wanted everything out in the open before I went any
further.

      "Michael I need to tell you that I was a slave until my master was
killed a month ago. I can take just about anything but seeing Benjy and
Roger in leathers today freaked me out," I could not hold back tears any
longer.
      "Quentin, didn't you say you lived at the slave barracks?" A confused
crossed Michael's face.
      "Yes, but they are slaves not a master. I know you don't understand
what the difference is but there is a big one." I was not mad at Michael I
knew he wouldn't understand.
      The next thing I knew he was holding me.  All the pain just
disappeared. When Michael let go of me he turned around pulled his shirt
up, the faint white lines of whip marks all over his back. I flashed back
to what happened to me started me crying. When he turned around I could see
that he was also crying.
      "Quentin, I don't know all of your past only what Benjy said after
talking to you. Something your past and being in leather^"
      "Michael, can we talk about it later I just don't feel like going
through the hell and trying to tell someone," I tried to smile but the pain
was too much.
      "Quentin lets get out of here for awhile I need to go find more stuff
for this place. My apartment back in Washington DC was furnished.  I don't
even own a bed."
      It was then that he did something I was not ready for which may have
been better. He kissed me on the lips pushing his tongue into my lips. I
let it in closed my eyes I didn't know what to do. When he stopped I must
have looked scared or confused.
      "Quentin I am so sorry I know it was too soon but it just felt
right," I thought that he was going to start crying.
      "No it was alright you just surprised me. I liked it the more I think
about it."  I knew then that I wanted more then just a kiss. I decided
right then that if he asked I would go to bed with him.
      We spent the day getting everything needed for the house. Every store
that we went to he asked me what I thought. From furniture to what my
favorite color was.
      As we were riding back we knew that it was time to start talking.
Back at the house we sat on a giant rocker on the front porch.
      "Quentin, I was abused growing up to the point I trusted no one and I
had no self-esteem. I got to a point suicide looked like the only way out
for me," Michael said.
      He pulled up his shirtsleeves to show his wrists. The scars were
crisscrossed and some of them looked deep.
      "Michael, my parent could not pay their bills so they barrowed a
large sum of money from a man to bail out the restaurant they owned. Well
when they could not pay the guy he took me," I was fighting back
tears. "The first night he raped me so many times I lost count. The next
day he woke me up as the sun was coming up put a leather collar around my
neck then round both wrists."
      I could not longer hold back tears. When I looked at Michael he was
also crying. "When I got to wear clothing it was always black
leather. Sometimes they made me wear latex which was so tight it hurt to
move."
      "I'm so sorry Quentin."
      "Why you did not do it to me? I don't want you to feel sorry for me I
am over it and not looking back. Sometime very soon I will tell you the
whole story," I said with a smile.
      "Quentin, do you want to stay the night with me? I am staying at the
Jorgenson Inn if you would like to stay."
      "I'll stay but I will tell you right now I still don't sleep well at
night. The nightmares keep coming back. So before this gets any further I
need to know that you are not going to hurt me?" I asked him looking into
his eyes knowing that he could not lie to me.
      "I promise I will not hurt you Quentin."

      The two of us walked through the lobby past Cody's Sport Bar. The
smells coming from inside made me so hungry. Michael looked at me then I
heard it myself. My stomach was making noises.
      "Quentin, are you hungry?" asked Michael. Stopping in front of Cody's
looking at me.
      "Yes, I didn't have a chance to eat family meal this morning before
my shift started. As we walked into Cody's a blond hair boy smiled at us.
      "Welcome to Cody's I'm Keith. If there is only the two of you I can
seat you right now. Your waiter tonight will be Kyle," he said as he opened
both of our menus for us. Kyle arrived a few minutes later.
      "Good evening gentlemen, I am Kyle your waiter. May I get you
something to drink and an appetizer while you look at the menu?" We both
looked at the menu.
      "Kyle we will have the Daniel sampler platter. And two ice teas no
sugar," Michael said as put his menu down. Kyle disappeared returning
moments later with our ice teas.
      Daniel and Marc walked in to Cody's spotted us and walked toward our
table. Kyle reappeared with our appetizer. He hugged both which was out of
character for him. He was trained well by someone.
      "Hello cousin, hello cousin-in-law," Kyle said with a smile. They
hugged each other before Kyle returned to the kitchen.
      "Daniel and Marc would you care to join us," asked Michael. There was
something to Michael's tone that told me he wanted them to join us.
      "We would be honored to join you," Daniel said as he sat next to
me. "Michael, I don't know what you said to my mother but she was very
impressed with you. After the two of you left she came over to the office
to ask what we thought of you," Daniel said.
      When Kyle returned to take our order Michael ordered steak for both
of us, in all the time that I worked in restaurants I have not tasted to
many kinds of food.

      Michael
      "Daniel, Marc, there was a reason I asked you to join us tonight. I
would like to talk to you and get your feeling on something that I am
thinking of doing while living here." Michael looked around the table at
all of us.
      "Ok what is it that you want to talk about?" Marc asked looking a
little confused.
      "Before moving here I worked directly for the President as his
private security consultant.  What I want to do is hire some of the working
boys that want to give up that line of work. If they have any special
skills it would be very helpful," I stopped talking when Kyle brought our
food.
      "What would the working boys be doing for you when you hire them? We
don't want any pimping going on here. Nor do we want any of our boys
getting hurt in any way. My family has worked very hard to keep it out of
this town and we help the working boys as much as they will let us," the
tone of Daniel voice told me how much his family does care for the boys.
      "Daniel I understand what you are saying and I am glad that someone
cares about the welfare of these boys. I do not want to hurt any of them if
I want something like that I will talk to your brother. So you can get that
out of your mind that I want to hurt anyone."
      I wanted to get through to Daniel that I did not want to hurt any of
the boys.
      "So what is it you want to do with the working boys then?" asked
Daniel. He had softened up some.
      "Marc, Daniel want I want to do is the working boys that have special
skills I want to hire and train as a special unit team. They would answer
to me and a board of there own peers. We won't work for the government but
we will try to right what is wrong with a problem."
      "So what you're telling us is you want to start a vigilante group?"
asked Marc. I could not read Marc to tell what he was thinking.
      Two boys came out of the kitchen walked over to our table. The blond
haired one was any boy lover wet dream. Not that the other one was ugly by
far.
      "Hello Gentlemen, how was everything this evening?" asked the
blond. The dark haired one was standing behind trying hard not to laugh.
      "You call this food; my mother throws away better food then this."
Daniel said looking up at the blond. The look on his face looked as if you
just shot him and he had not fallen down yet.
      "Are you kidding Daniel, what is wrong with your steak?" the sound of
panic in his voice.
      I looked into Daniel eyes and could tell he was kidding or at least
that is what it looked like.
      "Cody, I was kidding about our steaks they are great!" unable to hold
back his laughter any longer.
      "Cody, Justin I would like you to meet Michael he just moved into
town today. This morning he stopped at The Tasty Buns fell in love with
Quentin here. He had a long talk with mom she even came over to the office
to tell us about him," Daniel looking at me the whole time he was
talking. His blue eyes could hold a person attention and glaze.
      I shook both of their hands and so did Quentin. I will say this about
Quentin people no matter who they are don't bother him. The only time I
have seen him bothered was Benjy and Roger and had to deal with his past.
      "Michael what do you think of our city," asked Justin. It was then
that I realized I had drifted off into my mind and did not hear anything
that was being said.
      "I like it a lot better than Washington DC," I said as Kyle walked up
to give us our checks.
      "Sir, did I hear you are also from Washington DC?" The look on Kyle
face was priceless. It was if I was his long lost friend.
      "Yes, I lived there on and off for the past thirteen years. I lived
near the White House in a small apartment."
      "My folks run a French restaurant there near the White House it is
across the street from the Metro stop for the White House," Kyle said with
a tone of missing his parents.
      "I used to eat there at least twice a week. I'll say this, it was one
of The President favorite places to take the First Lady," I said watching
Kyle's face. A bell started ringing in the kitchen Cody and Justin both
looked at Kyle who stood there smiling at what I had just told him. Cody
walked back to the kitchen and another brought out a large tray of food for
a table across from us.
      "Well everyone Kyle and I have to get back to work," Justin said as
he started to pull Kyle toward the kitchen.
      "I hope I didn't get him in trouble?" I felt bad for the kid.
      "No, Cody and Justin understand what it is like to find someone from
your past. The two of them have helped a lot of the boys and like family
worked through their problems," Daniel said as he took a drink of his beer.

Marc:

	"Where are the two of you staying tonight?"
	"When we finish dinner I was going to see if they had a room here
for us?" Michael said looking at Quentin.
	"We would like to talk to you more about your idea so how would you
like to stay at our place tonight so we can talk more?"
	Michael looked at Quentin before he answered my question. Quentin
blushed at all of us looking at him. He shook his head yes and before
Michael could answer our pagers went off. Daniel got up from the table
looked at Marc.
	"Are you on call with me tonight?"
	"No, it's Roger or your mother."
	Daniel ran toward the door without looking back. It hit me then
that we had his car and from the page it was a car accident out on the
interstate and we were mutual aiding the next town over.
	"About six mouths ago we needed people for the ambulance and fire
department so the Jorgensons and I all joined. It is something that makes
you feel good inside knowing that you helped someone."
	"So that is why everyone keeps running out of the Tasty Buns when
that noise is made," Quentin said.
	"Yes Quentin, didn't Mrs. Jorgenson explain that to you or didn't
you ask?"
	"No, I didn't ask I thought if someone wanted me to know they would
tell me," Quentin replied softly with his eyes downcast.
	"Quentin, if you have a question do not ever hold it in. If you
can't ask Mrs. Jorgenson come across the street to the corporate office and
ask Daniel or myself. You will start asking questions from now on won't
you?"
	"Yes sir."  Quentin was blushing again.
	"So would the two you like to stay the night?  Daniel drove here
and since he left I could use a ride home. Plus Kyle will be getting off
soon so we can bring him home also."
	"Sure we can stay the night," Michael said.