Date: Mon, 21 Sep 2009 11:38:04 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Jason Adonis 3

Jason Adonis
by dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

3:  A Steep Learning Curve

I woke up suddenly, about 6 am.  We were spooned together with my cock
pressed between his legs.  Zig's hand was rolling his scrotum over my
tender and engorged cock head, as he pressed his body tight to me.  "This
is sure a good way to wake up," I thought.  I kissed him on the back of his
neck and nibbled the boy's ear.  Zig was purring like a cat.  I pulled back
a bit, working my hand into his butt cleft, playing with his rosebud.
Lifting his leg up, I worked my greased finger into his hole.  Now his
breathing was increasing to a soft pant.  Easing my cock into his anus and
taking his genitals in my free hand, I began a slow rhythmic prostrate and
rectum massage.  I increased the frequency of both my fucking and hand
action, to match his and my growing tension.  Ejaculations filling my hand
and his rectum.

The whole floor was alive with naked young men, moving in and out of the
rooms.  I finally got them behind closed doors, showered and semi dressed,
before Fr'e4ulein Heit arrived.  She issued the travel luggage to each of
us, telling us to ware the dark gray blazer and the light gray pants.  Each
package contained a complete wardrobe.  High class dress up stuff like
suites and ties, casual shirts, jeans and sports ware.  Every thing was
altered to be just right for the man.  My suit pants fit like they were
painted on and yet were not tight or binding.  Zig's shirt was perfect
conforming to his lean body with sleeve length and collar size, just right.
Our sportsware were all identical in color and style.  We had the briefest,
tightest fitting spandex shorts imaginable, T- shirts that hugged the body
perfectly, Speedos, that would accommodate us at full erection, yet fit
perfectly when soft and so on.  Zig held off putting on his thong until he
saw which color I selected, yellow today, and that is what he chose.  This
kid has the worlds best butt and the yellow "Y" back, set it off perfectly.
The yellow basket was something to behold, as well.

We had breakfast and prepared the room for our meeting, table and chairs, a
line of six leather cases on the adjacent side board, refreshments and so
on.  I had them set up six chairs along the side.  Just before the director
and Ms. O arrived, I asked them to sit quietly and not speak up unless
addressed and then only when I nodded my head in agreement.  Our legal
people had prepared everything and signed most of it before.  It was only a
formality that remained, but I did have a twist as usual, one of my little
surprises, as it were.  The director and Ms. O entered greeting me, shaking
hands with each of the boys.  My legal council Hare Smitwit came in and
took his seat at the head of the table.  I asked Fr'e4ulein Heit to insure
we were not disturbed.

Hare Smitwit handed a thick stack of documents to the Foundation, along
with a sealed envelope, that I assumed contained a large check.  Ms. O and
the director had assumed they would be taking 5 boys back to the
Foundation.  They were somewhat puzzled that the boys were even in the room
and that they were all dressed the same as me.  Smitwit called the meeting
to order, saying all the paperwork had been signed by himself and the
Foundation's council.  The envelope contained a copy of the check that had
been put in their account and all that remained was for them and Jason
Adonis, to initial the top page.  Any questions?  I knew the director had a
whole bunch of them.  He is a very professional and learned man, of good
but tough reputation.  His only major fault was his arrogance and 19th
century class pretentiousness.  Ms. O suffered for much of the same baggage
but she seamed to be tempered by a more feminist view of the world.

"Sollten die Jungen im Raum f'fcr diese Sitzung sein." (Children are never
part of these meetings)

"Ja ist es ihre Zukunft, da'df wir treffen ungef'e4hr." (Yes, but it is
their future we are talking about.)  Aber, sie sind gerechte Jungen, dieser
sind Erwachsengesch'e4ft." (However, they are bright boys and should have a
say in their futures.)

"Meinen Kursteilnehmern, meine Kreationen, die ich ausgebildet und
vorbereitet habe, werden nie jeden m'f6glichen Input oder Einflu'df
gegeben, wenn man ihre Zukunft entscheidet. Sie sollten nicht 'fcber unsere
Vorbereitungen kenntnisreich sein." ("My students, my creations, that I
have trained and prepared are never given any input or influence in
deciding their future.  They should not be knowledgeable about our
arrangements.")

I switched to English, since I was getting mad and German can be very harsh
and French is just to musical.  I did not want to overly up set the
director, he did do good work, but I needed to reinforce my point.

"Heir Dr. Director, my brothers, and they are now my brothers, have a right
to witness their graduation from the Foundation.  You, Ms. O and all the
staff, have done a first class job in nurturing, educating and preparing
them.  I was unable to select one among them as superior.  This attests to
the success of your efforts.  The Adonis family has adopted them all.
Their former lives are now sealed in those cases, which will remain sealed
for the next 100 years.  It is all in your documentation, is it not Heir
Smitwit?"  He nodded agreement.

"Sollen wir auf der punktierten Zeile unterzeichnen?" (Shall we sign on the
dotted line?)

"Please greet the Adonis brothers, born on this day, in this place.  Oh,
Mr. Zigfred Adonis will be an ex officio member of the Foundation's Broad
of Directors from now on and will replace my vote, when he reaches legal
age."  I nodded and the boys stood in a receiving line to greet and be
greeted by the director, Ms. O and Hare Smitwit, who gave each one his new
passports: EU, Swiss, USA and Canada.  After several toasts and some other
refreshments the director and Ms. O departed.  Smitwit issued them credit
cards, cash, cell phones, locked the locks on the cases and handed me the
keys.  He departed for other meetings and we all sat down to talk it over.

Eric wanted to party but relented, when he found out how much we still had
to do before the plane departed.

"Mr. Adonis," Eva said entering the room.  "Yes," all seven of us replied.
She was taken aback for a second and then some one handed her a glass of
Champaign.  "Bitte Toast mit uns, sagte ich."

"Zu Fr'e4ulein Heit, das efficent und in aller Schweiz receptionest gut
schauen," Stan befahl.

("Please toast with us," I said.  "To Fr'e4ulein Heit, the most efficent
and best looking receptionest in all Switzerland," Stan commanded.)

"Oh, sirs," she said with a bit of embarrassed look, "your car will be in
front of the hotel at 1300.  I will get everything organized on this end
and your baggage delivered to the airport.  So you do not need to return to
the hotel."  looking at me, "I know it is not my business and Hare Smitwit
would not like me asking but ... is this the adoption case that our office
has been working on for the past two months?"

"Yes, it is and Smitwit's people, especially you, did a super good job on
it too.  By the way Eva, you did a superior job guarding that door and
organizing this crazy gang.  You deserve a big kiss from each of us but
perhaps one volunteer would do."  Zig was at her side in a flash.  We all
laughed and applauded.

"Ok, boys lets eat and get changed into a more appropriate uniform, jeans
and T-shirts, in reverse order that is."  I thought they look sharp in
their blazers and they did, in jeans and T's they were devastating sexy,
every one has a butt to die for, a crotch to be proud of and smiles to melt
a glacier.

Over lunch the almost relentless round of questions continued.

"Were our lives really in those cases?" Eric asked.

"Well yes, in a way.  Those were your records, copies of report cards,
medical stuff, your complete history at the Foundation from birth to
yesterday."

"Did you seal them so we would forget?" Trevor asked.

"No, Smitwit sealed them to protect you and the Foundation.  You never need
to reveal to anyone that you were born and educated at the Foundation,
unless you decide to.  That choice is yours.  I want you to keep your
Foundation memories, that is part of who you are.  You now have sir names,
passports, and citizenship in several countries.  Sie sind jetzt B'fcrger
der Welt.  Vous 'eates maintenant des citoyens du monde. You are now
Citizens of the World.  You are free men, well as free as any teenager
anyway.  When we arrive in Amsterdam you will find rooms full of gifts and
other stuff, among them will be a history of the Adonis family.  You now
have a "coat of arms", roots, family, money, power, obligations, duty and
all the human baggage that one man can load on another.  The only thing I
can't give you are living parents."  At that point my eyes started to tear
up.  Dam I missed my mom and dad.  But at least I had them when I grew up,
that's more than my brothers ever had.  I opened a small wooden box.  "I
was holding off until later but this seams like as good a time as any."  I
took seven signet rings from the box.  Each ring had a small tag with
initials on them.  "In no order of significance, I am giving you each a
signet ring with our family crest and your initials, please ware them with
pride."  I slipped a ring on each boy in turn, kissing him as I did so.

"You do not have one," Zig exclaimed!  I held mine up.  As if one mind was
at work, they all held out their hands to touch each other's and Zig's, as
he placed my ring on.  We are one for all and all for one.

William and Stanton, Geoff and Trevor, Ziggy and Eric all kept peppering me
with more questions.

Geoff did not want to go back to the Foundation but Stan insisted.  "We
must, we must say good by to our old family.  It is the least we can do.
You saw how Jason handled the director earlier, it's just good human
relations.  Our house parents were always good to us, I will miss them, so
will you."

"But they taught us to sell our bodies."

"No Geoff, they taught you to share your body and sell you skills and
abilities, they prepared you, to sell you body if necessary, as you see it
was not.  That sharing is the foundation of your new family, it is its
ultimate strength.  Trust me on this one."  I said.

"I'll go if you tell me to Jason."

"No, you will go because it is the right thing to do and you are persuaded
it is the right thing to do.  If we can't persuade you, then so be it."  He
went.

"Why did you put us through yesterday if you had already made up your mind
two months ago?"

"That is a very good question Stan.  The short answer is my sadistic dark
side.  The long answer is.  I wanted to provide an opportunity for five of
you to back out, if you were uncomfortable with me or the situation."

"Uh five, but we are six," Eric questioned."

"He didn't offer me a chance to back out, Jason said he fell in love with
my picture, and I'm sure glad he did.  Ms. O was not going to let me
interview, she thought I was too immature.  She told me I would probably
not be accepted and not to get my hopes up."  He came over to me and
pressed his body against mine. "I knew he wanted me the minute I came into
the room."

"Ziggy is mostly right but I also decided not the brake up the team and
finding another member would be harder and more difficult, than riding
heard on our little brother here."  I kissed the top of his head.  The boys
all laughed.

While they were out and Eva was packing stuff up, I got some real work
done.  I must have had 50 phone calls, can't anyone do anything without me?
Well they can do a lot, I think these people are trying to overwhelm me
with details, so I won't see the big picture they are painting.  Fools,
that they are.  I saw through most of them the first 6 months after dad was
killed.  By the end of the summer we will begin to reverse the tide but in
ways those idiots never dreamed possible.

My Amsterdam house keeper called to check a few of the details and confirm
our arrival.  This lady, Frau van Witt had been looking after the Amsterdam
house since before I was born.  She was like my grandmother.  My
grandparents on both sides were now also dead.  Frau van Witt was excited
about her new grandchildren.  She had never run a household full of young
men before and was just a bit concerned.  I tried to assure her that we
could and would, all look after ourselves.  Most men are not neat freaks,
that is true, most girls I know are even more messy, at least until they
have their own homes.  Given our boarding school backgrounds, we knew full
well how to keep ourselves and given the training my brothers had, I knew
they would.

The stench limo pulled up next to the Challenger and the brothers piled
out.  Captain Marshall and copilot Swensen met each one as they climbed the
stares.  Marshall is quite tall like Trevor and very lean and very sexy.
He is in his early 30's.  In addition to being my family flight captain, he
is a qualified instructor, taught me to fly and will teach my brothers,
those that want to learn.  He loves to fuck young men almost as much as he
loves to fuck women, which is almost as good as flying, so he assured me.
Anyway he sure keeps Swensen's ass busy and mine too, when we are together.
I could see the lust in his eyes as each tight young ass went up the
stares.  It is not a long flight Bern to Amsterdam, so no fooling around on
this one.  The aircraft was booked for several long business trips in May
but we would not need to Fly again until June anyway.

"Jason, do you want the right seat, Ed said you needed the hours," Swensen
asked?

"No thanks, Johan, I need to talk to my brothers more than the hours right
now."

"Do you fly this thing." Will asked?

"Sure can, Ed was my instructor, any of you boys want to qualify?"

I know a dumb question to ask 15 year old boys, who think they are Luke
Skywalker or Harry Potter.  I just feel I need to ask these things in the
event someone does not.

"What no flight attendant," Zig piped in?

"Why don't you do the honor," Geoff replied.

"All you guys want is a chance to grab my ass."  So Will reached across the
narrow isle and grabbed his crotch, something else Zig would not object to.

"Ok, men listen up.  When we get to Amsterdam, stay on the plane until the
customs people clear us.  Our driver will take us to our Amsterdam house.
The house keeper is Frau van Witt.  When it comes to domestic things she is
the queen and we are her subjects.  Now she has never had a house full of
men before, so go easy on her, at first anyway.  The up stairs staff are
all male, old family retainers, and I do mean old.  Cut them some slack and
try not to fuck with the bedroom door open.  Other than that you know the
drill.  Each of you has his own room.  All the beds are king sized and you
can sleep any way you decide.  For the first week or so please ware the
T-shirts that have your name on them, so the staff gets to know you.  The
house has just about everything you could imagine in it, just ask if you
don't see it or can't find it.

Geoff, I have scheduled 4 hours a day free time, two in the morning and two
in the afternoon.  We will be reasonably prompt for meals for the first two
weeks and we will have a brief meeting each day, right after breakfast. Our
first few days will be taken up with Amsterdam orientation, you know,
learning the city and meetings with your tutors, advisors, mentors, coaches
and so on."

"When do we see the red light district?"  Stan asked?

"As a tourist I'm not sure, as a customer when you are 18."  Ahh, groan,
mumble.  "Brothers we are for the most part not above the law of the land
we are visiting or living in, nor are we above moral principals, expect for
the intimacy we share.  If you want professional female services or male
services for that matter ... I'm sure we can arrange a house call.  One
more thing, I just hate sounding like a dad but ... you are free from the
Foundation's rules and I am not one to impose my rules on anyone, unless I
am compelled.  You realize, as well as I do, that one must have some
guidelines of conduct or our family will quickly degenerate in chaos.  How
about we all try and conduct ourselves in a courteous and respectful way to
each other and those that assist us."

"Jason, you have demonstrated your faith, loyalty and love for all of us.
You have demonstrated that you can and usually do the unexpected.  How many
more surprises are in store for us?" Geoff asked?

"I don't know, maybe two or three ... hundred in the first couple of
weeks." Silence, a long silence "One of the features of being a brother
Adonis is the unpredictability of our lives.  You left predictability back
at the Foundation, along with Ms O and rules.  With one exception, the
love, security and loyalty of your family is always assured."

They still did not respond so I let it drop.

It was time to land.  The captain set it down so gently they didn't realize
we had landed until he applied the brakes.  "You realize you are now below
sea level, don't you?"

"Are we really," Zig asked?

"Sure thing little man, the runways at Schiphol are below sea level."

"Is that surprise number 1?"

"Sure, so just 299 more, think you can take it."

 "I can take anything you can give, I love you Jason."

"I love you too Zig, I love all my brothers."

"No, I love you, not just as a brother but as a lover."  I looked at the
others, god how should I respond, they smiled and several nodded.

"Well Zig, I guess we are lovers and brothers."  As soon as the seat belt
sign was off he was in my arms sitting on my lap kissing me, like he had
been kiss deprived for all of his 15 years.

We helped load our stuff into a van and piled into a limo.  The drivers are
part of our armed security staff.  I was not keen on employing these people
but the insurance types forced the issue.  Our drivers and body guard only
seamed to speak Dutch and a little English.  We all speak fluent English,
German, French and Italian.  I don't speak Italian very well but the
brothers all do.  The Dutch guards at the gate, returned our passports and
only asked the driver a few simple questions.  I like dealing with the
Dutch police and guards, they are always very professional and always keep
their guns out of sight.  Unlike the Germans, who keep their guns in view
and tend to be officially polite and officious at the same time.  It was
dark when we landed, the beauty of the Netherlands in the spring would not
reveal itself to the boys until morning.

Our Amsterdam House is large by local standards and small when compared to
Canadian or American counterparts.  It does not have large grounds, just a
small flower garden and modest lawn.  Inside it appears much bigger.
Having been built about 1900 and refurbished after WW2, it is very elegant
and feminine in decor.  Lots of antiques and works of art.  My mother
collected most of the stuff.  Our bedrooms were modest but adequate.  Mine
was a mini apartment, it had been my parents room.  I turned the sitting
room part into an office, a few years back.  We all had official offices in
the back wing.  This place would be grand for parties, since I had no
friends and only an uncle in Amsterdam, I was not sure how to put it to
that use.

Each of us carried our own gear into the house.  Frau van Witt and Uncle
Klass met us at the door.  I know Klass though he and his people should
look after our baggage, when they realized I was carrying most of my stuff
myself, they realized I did not want the brothers waited on.  Klass is an
older man in his early 60's.  He is average height and just a little pudgy,
with a roundish face and graying sandy brown hair and deep blue eyes.  He
speaks several languages all with a strong Dutch accent.  Sometimes he
mixes several languages in the same sentence and likes quoting old folk
sayings.  When I was a boy he would play physical games with me, for hours
at a time, now he plays cards and more sedentary type games.  I wondered if
all these young men would stimulate more physical activity in the old
fellow.  He was a life long bachelor, having come to live with the Adonis
family, as only a boy himself.  I guess he was my surrogate father.  I
wondered how he would feel about our sexual freedom and openness?  I would
know by the aphorisms he came up with.

Frau van Witt, is a short somewhat stout woman, who in her youth was quite
a beauty.  She had raised two children, her husband had died of heart
failure many years ago.  I did not really remember him, so I must have been
just a small child, her children had all immigrated to Canada.  Both Frau
van Witt and Klass lived in this house.

The brothers set the baggage down and lined up.  Frau van Witt conducted
her inspection, walking down the line, Welkom.  Onthaal aan nieuw huis.
Dank u het is goed om hier te zijn, each replied with a slight bow.  Klass
then greeted each one giving a firm hand shake.  I got a strong hug and a
kiss on the cheek from her and a bear hug from Klass.  Frau van Witt
announced dinner would be served in the kitchen, at Jason's request, in 30
minutes.  She turned and went into the kitchen.

"She did not want you to see her cry," he said, "and she wanted to serve
dinner in the formal dining room but Jason said no."  The boys looked at me
like I had just killed one of them.  "He has his reasons, good ones I am
sure," he added looking to me for a response.

"OK, I rejected formal dining on our first night home, I knew we would all
be tired and I think it easier for all of us, to get to know each other, in
an informal setting."

"Surprise number three," Zig held up three fingers and everyone laughed.
He picked up his gear and took Klass' hand, "show me the way please.  My
name is Zigfred but they call me Zig or Ziggy, you can call me anything you
want but not late for dinner.  Which is in 25 minutes and Jason told us to
be on time."  Klass was blown away by the boy.  We had all we could do not
to laugh, he was just so cute, he sure was a boy and not a miniature man.

Klass lead him and us up the stairs, showing each to his personal room.  I
had just set my stuff down when this loud howl came racing through my door.
Followed by Zig who hugged and kissed me, taking my hand and dragging me
behind him.  Klass was stunned and meekly followed.  "You got to see this
Jason, you won't believe it, this is just the coolest, neatest thing I have
ever seen.

"Klass, was I like this at 15?"

"No, Jason you were like this at 13.  Zig, I have some old movies of Jason
when he was a boy, when you see them..."

"Klass you wouldn't?"

"Ja, I would, the lad needs to see he is a carbon copy of his older
brother.  You were just like that as a boy.  You don't remember or you
chose to forget?"  I did not answer but paid attention to what Zig wanted
to show me.

"Look, all these cloths and a palm pilot, a new imac, music collection, my
own bathroom.  Is it all for me, Jason, is it, say it is?"

"Of course it is all for you, notice everything has you name on it."

"You mean I don't have to share this stuff."

"No Ziggy, you will not be forced to share your personal things with
anyone.  To share or not to share that is the question..."

"My choice, you mean I get a choice, I get a choice, Wow, I get a choice."
Klass and I just laughed.  Zig rushed in the bathroom washed his hands and
came out holding up all 10 fingers, with his arms in the air he headed into
the hall.  "289 to go, 289 to go."

I looked at Klass with what must have been an incredulous expression. "Just
like him Jason, you were just like him."  I wanted to put my stuff away but
Klass said he would see it got done, I would be need in the kitchen, other
wise Frau van Witt would spoil him rotten, "just like she spoiled you as a
teen." I knew that translated to, she had baked a fresh batch of my
favorite cookies.