Date: Thu, 1 Oct 2009 19:12:31 -0600
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Jason Adonis 6

Jason Adonis
by dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


6: Amsterdam Three

(From chapter 5, Klass and Jason are playing Chess.  Klass is telling his
story to Jason and Ziggy.)

"I never wanted to talk about that part of my life.  Jason always told me,
it did not exist, if I did not think about it.  It is so long ago now and
no longer as painful for me.  I think the story may have some value for you
two.

I was just 11, in 1945 and war was almost over.  I grew up in a little town
north of here, in Friesland.  My father had been a collaborator and was
taken off to jail, my mother killed herself from shame and I was persecuted
and beaten by the other boys.  I ran away.  My older brother had been
killed in the fighting and I had lost track of my older sister.  I ran
south toward Amsterdam.  At 11, I did not quite understand why people were
so mean to me because of what my father was supposed to have done, what
ever that was, to this day I do not know.  It was still winter and I was
cold and hungry and still buried from the beatings.  I was scavenging in
the garbage near the Canadian army base, next to one of the canals.
Suddenly, a hand touched my shoulder while my head was in one of the
garbage bins.  I was tariffed and ran onto the canal ice.  It broke and I
went under, in the cold, black water.

A giant hand reached me and pulled on my coat collar, dragging me straight
out of the water into the air.  I was being held up by the largest man I
have ever seen.  He was a Captain.  He was talking to me in English and
French, all I knew was Friesian and Dutch.  I was now even more tariffed
and getting very cold, very fast.  His name was Captain Henderson, his men
called him Hen.

He pulled me to him and held me so tight I though my ribs would break.  He
kept saying not to be afraid, he would not hurt me.  But I did not know
what he was saying, only his voice was soft and not threatening.  He
carried my into the building and stood me on a table, all the while he kept
speaking in his soft voice.  I never dreamed a man that big could speak as
softly as he did.

He began removing my wet clothing.  One of his men came in, he spoke
French.  He was a short fellow with a round face and big brown eyes.  I
never did learn his name.  They got my clothing off and Hen warped me in a
blanket.  He took his clothing off, he was wet too, and lead me to the
shower.  Hen scrubbed me under the hot water for a long time.  I was real
dirty.  Most of the places I could find to sleep in or the trucks I snuck
rides in, were filled with coal dust.  He warped me in a clean blanket and
carried me back into his office.  Several of the other solders were now in
the room.  They gave me food and milk and more food.  I had not eaten for
several days.  They were all talking at once and I was real confused, not
knowing what they were saying but it was about me, I could tell that.  When
I finished eating Hen put me on the table again and pulled the blanked off
my shoulders, showing the others my buries.  He covered me again and picked
me up holding my body close to his chest.  Like my mother did when I was
younger.  Hen stroked my head and kept saying your safe now.  I remembered
his words, so I could understand them later but realized by his actions
what they must mean.

Finally, a Dutch civilian came in and spoke to me.  I would hardly look at
him and clung to Hen.  He asked all the usual questions one would, about a
lone child dressed in rags and looking for food in the garbage.  I would
only tell him my first name and that my parents were dead.  He could tell
from my accent, about where I had come from.  Hen never pressed for more.
The civilian told me his name, that they were Canadians and that I would be
cared for, Hen would see that no one ever hurt me again.  I just clung even
tighter to him.  I knew he saved my life.

One of his men brought in a box with a red cross on it.  The box was full
of clothing and they rooted through it to find things close to my size.
Hen then went around the room with his Dutch phrase book, pointing at
things and teaching me the english words.

He was the biggest man in the world, at least that is what I thought at the
time.  It turned out he was a lumberjack from British Columbia and he had
three children at home, he was a very large and powerful man.  I lived with
the Canadians for several months, he made me his orderly and gave me a bed
in his room.  Hen never asked me any questions about my family, he just
accepted me as he found me.  All the Canadians were good to me, they never
teased me, except in a friendly way and always gave me chocolate.  I
learned lots of Canadian French and English.  Lots of swear words too.  I
asked him once why he pulled me out of the canal, all he would say was, "it
was the right thing to do, so I did it."

Some how he knew my father and one day Hen brought me to this house.  I was
still tariffed of almost everything and was at Hen's side or in his office
at all times.  Even coming here, he held me in his arms as we rode in the
Jeep.  I was clinging to him when we came in, until I felt a hand tugging
at my sleeve.  The hand belonged to a small boy, well one about my size.
"Hi, I'm Jason, I need a friend, do you need a friend too?"  Hen put me
down and Jason took my hand and dragged me into the kitchen.  My mother
gave us cookies and milk and we played games and I'm still here.  Hen cried
when he left but his unit was heading to fight and he would not risk my
getting hurt.  Jason and Mother held my hands and promised me and Hen, that
I would be safe.

Jason and I were simply inseparable from that moment on.  We were buddy's,
soon brothers and when a little older lovers, we did everything together,
until we went to university.  You two remind me of Klass and Jason when we
were your age Ziggy.  We chased after all the local girls and a few of the
boys too.  That's all the stories for now.  Check mate."

Klass expressed his amazement at the quality of the young men I had
selected, as brothers.  He did not know, nor would anyone really ever know,
that I had picked an elite group of boys from a larger elite group.  It was
always my suspicion, that was never confirmed, the director had in effect
bread the children, like one would a farm animal.  These children were
trained and educated to be many things but mostly sex toys for powerful,
elitist pedophiles.  Their upbringing was designed almost from birth, to
accept sexual activity as normal and positive.  The house parents would
often fondle the children and each other.  The children slept in communal
beds, naked or in brief night shirts.  They were encouraged to touch each
other's bodies freely.  My special group were the brightest and best
adjusted, 12 year old boys, they had.

I had lots of help in the selection process: psychologist, medical people,
sociologists and educators, all reviewed their reports and test scores.  My
group was given many additional tests and educational programs were
designed for each one.  I designed the sex education program enhancements
myself.  In addition, to what the Foundation gave all the "inmates", my
boys were encouraged to have regular sex with each other and the male
staff.  Their program was structured to encourage team building and
closeness.  The ancient Greeks knew that men who fuck each are the most
loyal to each other.

It struck me as odd, when reviewing the Foundation's records, the level of
medical and genetic information of all the biological parents was so
complete.  Not what one would expect in a normal orphanage.  The babies
appeared to come from two general sources.  The unwanted children of former
students, girls that were pregnant by their benefactors or females in the
households of male graduates.  The second were young female students that
became pregnant by instructors or male cohorts.  A likely third, were the
mistresses of the rich and perhaps famous.  Modern genetic testing backs up
the records and indicated that my brothers were fathered by 4 different
men, Swiss or German background, all had different birth mothers, of
northern European heritage.  None carried any identifiable problematic
jeans.

My "head" people judged them as well adjusted, some extraverts, some a bit
more introverted.  What I observed was a group of keeners and free sprites,
ready for an outlet.  All were in excellent physical condition and had the
directors enhancements, large, hard and ever ready cocks.  Ziggy is the
smallest and most immature, however his cock is man sized , hell its longer
then mine and it is sure ready.  He will be given hormone treatments to
assist his physical growth as needed.  The head people figured he was
probably gay or bi with a gay bias.  The others are all more of less in the
middle like me.  I hoped I had not made a mistake by keeping them
relatively isolated from female sex, between 12 and 16.  I think I may have
been just a bit selfish; I wanted to cement our male-male bond, me with
them, before they realized how good girls can be in bed.

I never knew Klass and my father were lovers.  I knew they were not only
brothers but fast friends and that Klass had been adopted.  I knew Klass
was devoted to my dad and to me.  Now I understood why he took the name
Henderson and why he was so kind and tolerant when I was growing up.  I
also realized why he was so nonjudgmental about six new brothers and our
sexual activities.  He would be a wonderful father figure for Ziggy too.
The head people had suggested Ziggy might benefit from an older male figure
in his life.  Frau van Witt who seamed to know everything about everybody
kept her council.  I knew she liked having boys around as she missed her
sons.

Strangely she refused to move to Canada, although my mother offered that to
her many times.  I think since her husband died she and Klass had become
much closer.  I don't think it is a sex thing, I think it is true
friendship.  Maybe, just maybe, I can get her to join us in North America
this winter, depending on what arrangements are made for the brother's
schooling ... hum do I sense a plan, no, more like a scheme, developing.

..........

The tailors arrived, checking their measurements and making last minute
adjustments on our party uniforms.  These were dark blue blazers with light
blue pants, light blue shirts with dark blue ties.  The family crest was
embroidered on the blazers and on the ties in gold.  Klass' blazer was
black and had the family crest on it also.  Our security people were
outfitted with dark gray blazers and light gray pants, white shirts and the
family tie.  Being young, most looked like they were guests, not security.
We all showered together after the morning bike ride, this gave me a good
look at the guards bodies, not that biking shorts don't reveal a lot.  They
were handsome and lean men.  All Dutch, tall and lanky.  One fellow,
Herman, I judged him the youngest, could not keep his eyes off Ziggy.  We
were all standing around in our jockeys and for sure, he filled his well.
I realized that between us older and younger men we could all make a living
modeling for undies or bathing suit manufactures.

One thing the Dutch take very seriously is swimming.  The place abounds
with pools and everyone learns how to swim, it is almost as popular as bike
riding or speed skating.  I guess when most of you live below sea level and
the landscape is half canals, swimming is important.  I began to fantasize
how good we would look in those skin tight speed skating suits.  Yes, maybe
we should put ourselves into the elf stedenras (the eleven cities race)
next time it is cold enough to be held?

Trevor found several cameras with auxiliary equipment, in the house.  I
guess there are cameras in all the homes.  He figured out how to use them
and after reading some of the books, thought he could pull off the family
and group pictures.  He did very well too.  Arranging everyone and using
the auto timer to capture the shots with him in them.  Klass had the seven
brothers shot duplicated and enlarged, to be hung in all our homes.

......................

"I'm sorry Jason but I did not know that Herman was attracted to men,"
Willhem was saying.  "It will take a few days to get a replacement."

"I would be sorry if you did that Willhem, he seams very professional and
the sex of his bed partner is of no concern to me.  Discrimination based on
race, creed and sexual orientation is not the Adonis way."

"Have you noticed the way he looks at Ziggy?"

"Yes, I have and I have noticed the way Ziggy and I look back at his sweet
ass.  I've noticed how some of the others eye the younger maids too.  They
ogle their bust lines and butts just like you and I.  My brothers are all,
shall we say, well endowed and have very attractive bodies, of which they
are quite proud.  The human form, of either sex, can be a beautiful thing
and we all enjoy beauty."

"But what if Herman molests one of the boys?"

"If that were to happen I would be up set but I doubt that it will.  These
boys will all be 16, age of consent in the next few months.  All of them
are more then capable of defending themselves in any event.  But more
importantly they are all boarding school experienced.  You know the stories
that go around about boys in boarding schools?"

"Yes, I have heard them."

"They are true more or less, as a matter of fact, I would be more concerned
about protecting Herman ass than my brothers.  But you are correct, it
would not be professional for Herman to engage in sex with a client,
especially one that is under aged.  I am also quite sure, he like yourself,
is highly professional.  Did you get that promotion?"

"Yes sir and a larger then normal raise too, thank you Jason."

"No thanks needed you earned both, it just took them a long time to realize
it.  May I ask who communicated to you?"

"Sir Whittiker himself, called me about half an hour after you started your
meeting.  He said Winters was to busy eating humble pie to call."

"The men did they ..."

"Yes, they have all been reassigned and I know they appreciated the bonus
very much."

"Good, I'm glad things worked out, and they earned those bonuses.  I was
afraid another bike ride or two and they would have all quit, I didn't want
that to happen, solid employees are to difficult to find."

"My brother in law works for the diamond company your family owns, he
always told me how innovative Jason Adonis Senior was and how much he
respected him.  His name is Wolfgang van Loon."

"Thank you Willhem, I learned everything I know about that business from my
dad.  I think I should meet your brother in law privately, he is a new vice
president, who I have only met on one occasion.  Can you bring him around
next week?"

"Yes, I can but you can just go to his office."

"I have not been active in that business and when ever I visit they keep me
penned up in stuffy meetings, trying to overwhelm me with data and
information.  I think it best that we keep this meeting between the three
of us for the time being, if my suspicions are right, it has some security
issues associated with it.  How about Tuesday evening for some billiards?"

.................

"Jason on Piano, Geoff on keyboard, I am on base, Eric on drums, Will on
wood winds, Ziggy guitar and Stan on violin.  Since we have not had much
time to practice, I selected the simplest arrangements of what music was
available on short notice, that I could find.  Jason I hope you can sing
base, our voices are all more mid tones and Ziggy is a high alto.  Ziggy
also thinks he is another Eddy Van Halen."

"This is all old stuff Trevor, we need to get more modern."  Stan
interjected.

"That is true but I had to keep the arrangements simple, mostly stuff we
already knew and that would fit with available instruments.  We also don't
want to be two hard on Jason, remember he has never played with us before."
I am a good sight reader but not a talented player, so picking up the piano
lines was easy but not inspired.

"Frau van Witt has asked us to play her favorite song, Stardust, and she
wants Ziggy to do the lead vocal."

I looked over at Ziggy, he had that, must I look but knew better then to
express himself lest his source of cookies dried up.

"How did Klass know what instruments we play?"

"You were given a book about your new family, so were Klass and Helga,
given information about you boys."  Will's face drained of all color.  "The
little book just contains the kind of information that any parent or care
giver would need to know.  Likes and dislikes, allergies, hobbies, sports,
instruments played, special talents, vital statistical data: height and
weight, color preferences you know."  Will looked a bit relieved.

"What do we say when someone asks us what school we attend, for example?"
Eric inquired.

"Look, everyone knows you are adopted, just tell them you have been living
in Swiss and Canadian boarding schools, mostly at Matthew Hall, since that
is a stuffy boys only military school, none of the girls will know anything
about it and when I last checked they had no Dutch boys in attendance.  Of
late you are at St. Johns in Alberta, Canada."  I had not thought about
this aspect, few if any of the adults we meet would ever ask, other teens
would want to know these things.  Since I went to both schools, the Adonis
name would be recognized but that is all either school would ever say. "If
they ask personal questions about your birth parents or something like
that, just say it is to painful to talk about on such a happy occasion or
you never knew them.  If they ask about the Canadian winter, just say cold,
very cold, lots of snow and long.  Boys will not ask many personal
questions.  They want to know about your sports, music and hobbies, are you
a threat to their status with the girls or what ever.  Girls want all the
emotional stuff and your feelings.  With the boys, just tell them you are
going back to school in Canada and you leave in June.  Therefore no threat
and yet some time to hang out should you hit it off.  With the girls the
more mystery you create the better chance you have of seeing them again."

"What if someone invites us to visit them or do some other activity, what
should I say," Ziggy asked?

"If you think you want to accept, do so pending the schedule, you should
make a note of the person and call them the next day.  If you don't want
to, beg off by saying you don't think the schedule will allow but note name
and number and be sure to call later thanking them but just not possible,
perhaps next time we are in Amsterdam."  ...................

Eric and Will were 69'ing as Ziggy and I began making love.  God are my
brothers sexy and good looking and so attractive, with such large cocks and
small perfectly proportioned, tight butts.  I just want to fuck them all
and all at the same time.  Eric helped me by giving me an ass to eat, while
I fucked Ziggy.  They quickly moved into position, creating a four-man sex
machine.  I was in heaven as I got a close up view of Eric's pulsating
sphincter, which was just begging to be fucked.  All of our asses are
begging to be fucked, almost all the time.  He went crazy as I tickled the
blond hairs that encircled his hole with my tongue, before plunging inside.
The stimulation quickly got too intense for Eric, and he began to stroke
his cock, desperate to get off.  I reached up and pulled his hands away,
explaining that he hold off for a cock up his ass.  "Will, are you ready to
take over with Ziggy;" he quickly agreed.  We positioned Ziggy and Eric
next to each other, on their backs, threw their legs over our shoulders,
and got to it.  While Will and I pistioned our, glistening pricks into our
brothers and lover's stretched sphincters, Ziggy and Eric explored each
other's mouths and fondled each other's cocks.  I wanted this fuck to last
forever, but I want them, all of them, to last forever.  Eric felt like hot
smooth silk inside, and it was fantastic to explore every square inch of
his sensitive rectum.  I used my cock head as a scientific instrument,
probing as deep as I could reach, gauging how much pleasure lurked in this
dark, moist hole.  As I pumped deep inside of him, I felt like there were
electric sparks flying between the nerve endings in my cock and his anal
canal.  I almost lost it each time an especially sensitive spot on my prick
received extra friction from some swollen membrane deep inside Eric's ass.
Despite having been fucked, probably hundreds of times by his brother's
enormous cocks, Eric's sphincter was a clamp, that kept my fleshy cock head
securely inside of him, right where he wanted it.

In fact, Eric seemed to like it best when I pulled most of the way out and
then gave him a series of short, pumping thrusts, battering his swelling
prostate gland, before plunging in deeply, flexing my leaking gland as I
bottomed out.  As I fucked, Ziggy drove him even crazier by stroking his
testicles, nestled in a light cloud of blondish hair and pulling up into
shooting position.

Dragging my fingernails lightly across his butt and the back of his legs
sending him into minor spasms.  Clearly he was building for toward a major
load.  I could feel it coming before I saw it happen.  Starting deep inside
of Eric, muscles began to contract, effectively changing the shape of the
canal that enveloped me and sending waves of stimulation down my entire
length.  His dark red, quarter sized nipples became hard and distended, and
Ziggy reached up to lightly pinch and twist them.  This simple action
clinched the deal, and as I pushed into his ass one last time, Eric's
sphincter closed like a vise around me; just as the head made contact with
his over stimulated prostate, temporarily preventing me from going further.
I looked down at Eric's cock, still enveloped in Ziggy's hand; just as a
geyser of ejaculate jetted out; propelled by the spamming muscles that were
registering intense pressure on my cock.

Eric's muscles relaxed for only a millisecond as they prepared to launch
the second wave of his orgasm, but this was long enough for me to drive
deeper into his ass before the fleshy vise clamped down again.  That tiny
amount of extra friction was all it took to trigger my own orgasm.  All I
could focus on was driving my pulsating cock even deeper into the fleshy
glove that was milking it.  It took me a few minutes to regain my senses
after what was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced.  I
had collapsed on top of Eric, and we were both coated with sticky sperm.

....................

"Ladies on the floor, boys put your clothing on and your porn away," Klass
announced as the female portion of the cleaning staff invading our space.
Since we are all reasonably neat, it does not take them all that long to
vacuum, dust, change the sheets and clean up the bathrooms.

"Jason, why are we flying to London, it would be more fun the take the
train through the tunnel," Ziggy asked.

"Sure it would, however we will be pressed for time and we will need the
Challenger as we leave for Canada right after."

"Speaking of that, when do I get flying lessons?"

"First, you need to complete your ground school and get lots of hours in
something a bit smaller.  Late this summer we will be in Alberta and that
is one great place to take both hot air balloon rides and get some glider
training."

"Gliders and balloons, but that are so slow and you can't fly a balloon."

"Right and wrong at the same time."

"Ok another one of your cryptic messages, I guess I'm stuck with flying on
my computer for a while yet."

"Yes, I guess so little brother, but you can pilot a glider and balloons on
the computer same as a 172 you know.

"Ya, I know, I know." he said looking at the floor.  "Jason, why am I the
only one you call little brother, why am I not just brother?"  Oh boy, now
you've done it haven't you, Jason.  Explain you way out of this one.

"You are the shortest and therefor the littlest.

"Ok, I know I'm small, but I'm big too," he said holding his crotch and he
was correct, absolutely correct, his cock is big, very big.  I smiled and
so did Ziggy.  "It is a term of endearment used by one lover to another."

"I know, I just wanted to hear you say how much you love me that's all."

"I love you very much Ziggy and you will always be my "little brother",
even if you have the largest penis." I said fondling his prize and
embracing the much shorter man.  "You know that on the 18th one of the
things your physician will do is restart you on a growth hormone
treatment?"

"Ya, think it will make my cock even bigger, I know I'll never be as tall
as Trevor?"

"I don't know but you don't want it to get to big."

"Why not, are you afraid it won't fit up your ass anymore?"

"No silly, I'm afraid it won't fit in my mouth," I replied kissing him and
driving my tongue into his oral cavity giving our tongues could have a bit
of a duel.

"I don't want to be as tall as Trevor anyway, he has to much trouble
finding things his size, like chairs and beds, but your size, that's a goal
to reach for."

"Well Ziggy when it comes to heart, smart and fart, you are equal to any of
us."

"I just love you so much Jason, no matter how negative I try and make
something, you manage to turn in into a positive."  Now he was climbing my
frame and kissing me all over.  He is just a bit to big for this, but I
sure appreciate the kisses.