Date: Wed, 8 Dec 2004 11:20:32 EST
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: St. Petersburg Vacation 09 by Justin Davis (M/t,oral, anal)

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between adult males,
teens, and boys.  If material of this nature offends you then you should
not read this story.  Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in
most states you are not allowed to read this story by law.

All the events and characters in this story are entirely a work of
fiction.  Nothing in this story is meant to show approval of or advocate
the behavior of the characters, including the practice of unprotected
sex.

The author retains all copyrights to this story and no duplication or
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(Author's Note:  This is the long-awaited last chapter of the story)

I hope you enjoy the story.


St. Petersburg Vacation
Part Nine
by
Justin Davis

Jeff ran his fingers through Kostya's hair as the boy continued to cling
to him.  Yet, as Jeff glanced down at him, and really began to look
closely at what he held on his lap and in his arms, a familiar longing
began to creep into his groin.  Kostya was the angel of Jeff's dreams.

As he stroked the boy's hair, Jeff's eyes scanned down Kostya's body.  It
was almost perfect in every detail.  Kostya's chest was already well
developed for someone his age.  His stomach was alive with the ripples
from his abs, not to mention his navel, which was the most perfect
"innie" Jeff had ever seen.

Kostya's soft skin, his nicely toned legs and the traces of blonde peach
fuzz that appeared on them, the almost indistinguishable and fuzzy "
happy trail" that was just barely discernable from Kostya's navel down to
the top of his boxers. All of these, and more, made Jeff's senses of
sight and smell go on overload.

Jeff and Kostya made love that night.  In fact, they made love all night
long. It had been a purposeful and deliberate kind of love on Jeff's
part.  Thus, after all the teasing and sucking and foreplay, it was with
the utmost care that Jeff had slowly, and carefully, taken the prize
which Kosyta willingly surrendered to him.

It was a moment, a very special moment, between two people that was so
special neither would have said much about it to anyone other than to
each other. However, as is the case so many times, there were sinister
forces at
work.  Forces that tend to take love and degrade it, forces that take the
simplest sign of weakness and use it to their advantage.  Such was the
case with Jeff.  The horrible reality of it all would begin to become
clear the next morning when Jeff awoke, got dressed, and was eating
breakfast, when Denik approached him for the first time since the
previous evening.

"Ah! Good morning Denik." Jeff said, as Denik entered the room.

"Good morning Mr. Mattson," Denick replied courteously.

"Mr. Provoloff would like to see you in his office as soon as it is
convenient," Denick added.

"I trust you had a good evening?" Denick inquired.

"Oh yes!  A wonderful evening," Jeff replied. "I can't think of one I
have had that was better," he added.

"Well, when you have finished and are ready to go just let me know.  I
will take you to the main house," Denick said then wandered out of the
room.

Jeff finished his breakfast and then went up stairs to shave and clean
up.  In thirty minutes or so he was dressed and downstairs looking for
Denik.
As he had a way of doing, Denick seemed to find Jeff first.

"Ah!  I see you are ready!" Denick said.

Jeff jumped slightly at the voice behind him.

"Denick you amaze me!  You seem to pop out of no where sometimes!" Jeff
stated.

Denick just laughed in response and ushered Jeff outside to the waiting
golf cart.

The trip to the main house didn't take long, and in less than ten minutes
time Denick had ushered Jeff in to the main house, and then escorted him
into Mr. Provaloff's office.  Jeff had to wait only a few minutes before
Provoloff entered.

"Mr. Mattson.  How good to see you!" Provoloff said as he entered the
room.

"I trust you have found everything satisfactory?" he asked.

"Quite satisfactory," Jeff responded.

Mr. Provoloff chuckled.

"Well, we like to make our guests happy," he stated.

There was a knock at the door.

"Enter!" Provoloff said loudly.

Jeff turned his head and his eyes scanned the figure that entered the
room.  He was a rather stout man, Jeff guessed about in late fifties or
so, and very tall.

"Mr. Mattson, may I introduce General Anton Bordak," Provoloff said, as
Bordak entered the room and sat down in one of the empty chairs.

"Pleased to met you," Jeff said

"The pleasure is mine," Bordak replied.

"General Bordak here is one of our major investors in this enterprise Mr.
Mattson," Provoloff said. "In fact, without his former connections, I
doubt if we would have been successful at all in our new little
enterprise.  It was very fortunate that with the downfall of the old
government we were able to have his help in putting together our little
capitalist adventure," Provoloff continued. "Which, of course, is where
you come in, Mr. Mattson," Provoloff concluded.

"Well. I don't see how I could be of much help," Jeff responded.

Provoloff and Bordak exchanged glances.

"Well, Mr. Mattson.  Let me come right to the point," Provoloff began.
"We believe that you could be of great help in advancing our enterprise
in the United States.  In fact, it is one of the reasons we enticed you
here.  With General Bordak's connections in America, and with your
knowledge of things American, I figure you will be a wonderful partner in
our little over seas enterprise." Provoloff concluded.

"Well, I appreciate the offer but I am not really interested," Jeff
replied

Again, the General and Provoloff exchanged glances at Jeff's response.

"Let me be a little more direct, Mr. Mattson.  You have no choice,"
Provoloff stated.

Jeff didn't understand what Provoloff meant.  He just sat there taken
back by Provoloff's words.

"Would you watch the screen please, Mr. Mattson," Provoloff stated, and
motioned to the large screen television to the left of his desk.

Immediately, when the picture came on the screen, Jeff recognized it as
he and Johan, and blushed at the intimate scene that was being displayed
by the video.

"Really! I never thought---I-"

"Of course you didn't Mr. Mattson," Provoloff responded.

"How much? How much do you have---?"

"Everything! The two boys in the tub, Johan, Kostya, all of it in every
detail."

"Damn you!" Jeff exclaimed. "I expected privacy and this is down right
sick that you would have invaded my privacy like that," Jeff stated
angrily.

Provoloff just chuckled at Jeff's outburst.

"Understandably you are upset Mr. Mattson.  However, losing your temper
will do none of us any good," Provoloff stated calmly, then turned off
the television. "Such intimate matters certainly should remain private.
As a matter of fact, the General and I are the only ones that know about
them.  At least for the tiime being," Provoloff said.

"What do you mean?" Jeff asked.

"I mean, Mr. Mattson, that no one need ever see the tapes unless you want
them to.  And, I seriously doubt that you do. Am I correct?" Provoloff
asked.

Jeff nodded his head yes in response.

"It would certainly be most unfortunate if those tapes got into the wrong
hands I'm sure.  As a matter of fact, it could be down right disaterous
for you,"  Provoloff said.

"You are going to blackmail me?" Jeff asked.

Provoloff just chuckled again.

"Well, let us not be that crass Mr. Mattson. Let us just say we like to
have a little insurance to encourage you to work for us," Provoloff
replied.

It didn't take Jeff long to realize the grim realities of the situation
he was in.

"What do you want me to do?" Jeff asked.

"Really nothing but go to work for us Mr. Mattson," Provoloff responded,
then continued. "We will pay you more than you are making now, and you
will be responsible for setting up and running our little enterprise in
America, funded of course, by the General's friends there."

"So, I am just supposed to quit my job, just like that, and work for you
guys because of a couple of video tapes?" Jeff asked.

"Precisely Mr. Mattson!" Provoloff stated.

"Well, you can take it and shove it!" Jeff replied.

Mr. Provoloff sighed, then spoke.

"Mr. Mattson, I can assure you it is not just the matter of the tapes.
You see the General's friends here a very well connected not only in
America but world wide." Provoloff stated.

"Have you seen the movie The Godfather Mr. Mattson?" Provoloff asked,
then continued.

"I assure you it will not be just a matter of the tapes, in which you do
such an excellent performance I might add.  It will be a matter of the
drugs they find in your apartment, and of course, there will be the
matter of the millions you have embezzled from your employers.  It will
quite a nasty business I assure you.  Nasty, enough, shall we say, to
insure you spend the rest of your life in prison." Provoloff stated
matter of factly.

"And of course, it will have to be in virtual solitary confinement. A
pity, but then, when one has the reputation of being a boy lover.
Well-----."

Jeff sat looking at the two men.  It was as if his whole world had fallen
in around him.  Not twelve hours ago he had been the happiest man on the
face of the earth.  Now, it was if nothing mattered.  There was no way to
resist the demands of the two men.

"I will do what you ask." Jeff finally replied.

Provoloff grinned in response.

"I new you would see the advantages of the correct choice." Provoloff
said.

"And just to allay any hard feelings, and to show you that we are very
glad to have you with us, I have a little surprise for you." Provoloff
concluded.

Provoloff picked up his phone, pushed one of the buttons, then spoke
something Russian Jeff could not understand.

Momentarily the door opened and Kostya entered the room.

"All of the arrangements have been made Mr. Mattson.  In fact the papers
are already in order.  I believe you know you're new---uh---your new
adopted son do you not?"

Jeff looked at Kostya and smiled, and Kostya broke into a big grin and
came and stood beside him.

Jeff knew what he would be asked to do by the two men would not be legal.
He also realized that it would probably involve him in matters which he
would not like or even care about.  Yet, they had offered him the
ultimate prize.  The thing, above all else, that would insure his loyalty
to them for the rest of his life.

It was a worried, but happy, Jeff Mattson that winged his way back to
America the following week accompanied by his supposedly adopted son
Kostya.

For one of the two, it was a journey toward freedom and a world he had
never known in the poorest part of Russia where he had grown up.  For the
other, it was not a journey back to freedom, but a journey into a
captivity from which he would never be free.

The End