Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2007 14:23:15 -0600 From: Brian Subject: Benji Chapter 4 Disclaimer: If you are under 18 or are offended by male to male sex, male to boy sex or pain, BDSM, S&M, either willing or unwilling. You should leave this site now. This Story is fiction, and it is in our future. The year is 2030 AD. And this is how it is. Chapter 4 After going back up stairs and into my room Benji said he wanted to sleep for awhile. He jumped into my bed and after I tucked him in bent and kissed him. "Sleep well son." I left and went down to my study. Thinking back on what happened I knew I had wanted it to happen, but not then and not here. But it had happened and I had committed myself to this boy and come hell or high water, nothing would ever come between us. I really did love him. I then started reviewing what he had told me. After rereading his account I picked up the phone and dialed my head office in Edmonton. "INTERSEC Sir, how may I help you?" "Director of Intelligence." "Yes Commander. One moment please." "Intelligence! William Dexter Sir." "Willy it's Brin." "Yes Commander." I have E-mailed a copy of the story Benji has told me so far. I want all the information you can get on his name. I think it would Benjamin Watson. Who his parents were, what happened to them, and his disposition afterwards. I also want an investigation into the orphanage he was at. I want to know how many other boys 13-15 were adopted out of there in last 5 years. Next I want to find a guy named Jim in Estavan Saskatchewan, He doesn't necessarily work but can travel across the country. He may own an RV. I also want all the information you can get on the Sultan of Burundi and Burundi. Next I want you to check air entry records for a private jet, flying into Noram and out again with stops in Algeria and possibly Burundi. Any questions." "The first obvious question is. There has to be a lot of Jim's in Estavan. Next is, isn't this more the job of the FPF." "When I have Benji's complete story I will be turning it over to the FPF. Until then I want to know all I can. Do you have a problem with that?" "No Sir. I will assign people immediately. I'll have the information ASAP." "Thanks Willy." After hanging up I went back to work on the running of my Corporation. It really wasn't that easy and I spent several hours working. Not my idea of a rest. My growling stomach told me I needed food. I left the office and headed for the kitchen. When I got there Mike, Benji and Chen were stuffing themselves with pirogues. "Anything left for me." "Well when I looked in you working away so I didn't disturb you." Mike said "I was just hungry." Benji said. Chen got up and set a plate of pirogues down in front of me, smothered in onions and bacon bits. He handed me a tub of sour cream and then sat back down and continued to eat. After eating I sat back. Benji had consumed 3 full bowls of pirogues before he sat back. Mike as usual ate like a man who was starving and didn't know when he would eat again. Benji got up and walked to Chen and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you Chen that was real good." "Your very welcome young sir." "I'm not a sir, I'm just Benji." "Ok Benji sir." I laughed out loud and was joined by Mike. Chen would never change. Benji looked exasperated. Benji then came around the table and sat down on a chair next to me. He put his hand in my lap. He then just looked up at me. Damn I wanted to pick him up and wrap my arms around him. Mike could see my adoration of the boy and just smiled. "Well that was good now what." "Well Sir." Mike said. "You are due for requalification on the Glock 11 you carry. Maybe you should spend some time on the range." "Jesus is it that time already." "Benji have you ever fired a pistol?" "No Brin>" "Well how about we all go to the range. Mike do you think you can teach this young man to shoot?" "Give a month and he will be better than you." "Mike a six year old could probably shoot better than me." WE all laughed at that. Mike got up and headed for my indoor 25 meter range. "Come on Benji, Mike's going to teach you how to shoot a pistol." "Wow!" I very, very seldom carry a side arm. Only when I visit my Men and women working in peace keeping operations do I go armed. But as a requirement of employment I require everyone including me to qualify on their personal weapon each year. I never remember when I'm supposed to qualify. That's why I have Mike. He remembers everything for me. Mike was a M/Cpl in Canada's reserves when I met him. He's short 5' 8" and weighs in at 150 lbs. I have to honest, he turned me on the first day I met him. We did on one and only one occasion sleep together. Afterward he told me Although he enjoyed the experience he really did prefer women. We have been best friends ever since. When I started the International Security Command, he was the first person I hired. He has without reservation been my right hand ever since. I could not live without him at my side. We arrived down at the indoor pistol range and mike unlocked the weapons room. I took Benji in and pointed the different weapons stored there. Mike picked up a Glock 11, a 32 auto, a Glock 9, and several boxes of ammunition. We went out to the range and Mike set the weapons down on a table. "Ok Benji. I'm going to start you out with a 32 Automatic. It's lighter than a Glock and doesn't have as much kick." I started to load magazines with 11mm ammo. After I had 6 loaded, I stopped and watched as Mike showed Benji how load a magazine. After Mike loaded one he gave Benji one to load and he quickly loaded it. "Very good Benji. You learn very fast." Mike the took Benji up to the firing point and proceeded to show him all the safety procedures for the range. I took my Glock up to a firing point along with all the mags and got ready to start shooting. I went and picked up three earmuffs to protect our ears from the noise. Dropped two with Mike and Benji and went back to my firing point and waited till Mike was ready. "Ready Sir." "Set Targets." I attached a man shaped target to the wire above my head. And then ran it out to 25 meters. "Benji when we start firing you Are going to be inundated with very loud sound." Mike instructed. "You will need to ignore what happening around you and concentrate on the target." "Ready on the right, ready on the left. Commence firing." Mike intoned. I hadn't had a weapon in my hands for almost six months and the first magazine was all over the target. When I reeled it back in I just tore it off and put a new one on and sent it down. I then laid my weapon down and went to watch Benji. Mike was standing behind him talking into his ear as he squeezed off rounds. After the first mag clicked empty, Benji carefully set down the gun and looked at Mike and me with a mile wide grin. "Wow! That was fun. Can I shoot some more?" "First lets look at your target." Mike said. When Mike reeled it in, I saw he actually did shoot better than me. Not bad for his first time. I guess I better start concentrating. Mike attached a new target and sent down the range. "Ok Benji. Load a new magazine, remember all I told you. "Yes Sir." He carefully loaded a new magazine into the auto and then set it down. "Ready Sir." he said. I went back to my range stand and reloaded my Glock. "Ready on the right, ready on the left. Commence firing." Taking careful aim I fired at the target. Stopping each time and getting more control of myself. After ten rounds, I reeled the target back and saw all the rounds were in the chest area of the target. Much better, but not good enough to qualify. I figured I would need a couple days practice. Well not much else to do up here except work. And I actually enjoyed firing on the range. I reeled out another target and squeezed off another ten rounds. I was finally starting to get back into it. The Glock 11 is a very powerful handgun. Equal in hitting power to the 45. But with non of the jams associated with the 100 year old 45 colt. Of course another reason I liked the Glock was that I owned 65% of the company that made them. After firing all 6 mags that I had loaded, I went down to watch Benji and Mike. I looked at Benji's 2nd , 3rd, 4th, and 5th, targets. All were better than my first, but he would need a lot of practice to become proficient. I saw that Mike had moved him up to the Glock 9. He was squeezing off rounds slowly, with Mike coaching him after each round. After the mag was empty Benji carefully laid it down and waited for the target to come back. When he looked at his target he almost cried. "I'll never be any good." he said. "Benji it takes lots and lots of practice to be a good shot. We can come down here every day for next couple of weeks if you want. Mike are you available?" "It would be an honor and a privilege Sir." "Ok, lets clean up these weapons and we'll do it all again tomorrow." Mike showed Benji how to break down both guns he'd fired and then how to clean them. I broke down my Glock 11 and gave it a though cleaning. When we were all done we locked the weapons up and went back up stairs to the living room. Chen had a hot chocolate waiting for Benji and a scotch and scotch waiting for Mike and Me. Damn how does he do it. "I am sorry to ask you Benji, but do you remember anything else about Jim, the man from Estavan." Benji just sat not saying anything for a moment or two. "Do you know what kind of car he had, or what he was driving when he brought you back to Estavan?" A light seemed to off, as he brightened up. "Brin he was driving a converted bus. He was very proud of it. He said that's what he did for a living, converting buses into RV's." "Thank you Benji. That's a real helpful tip. Now we can find him." "What's going to happen to him Sir, uh Brin." "I'm going to blow....Mike started. "If we can prove he's adopting boys to sell as sex slaves, he'll prosecuted under the laws of Noram and could get the death penalty. If we can't prove it well.." "Either way he won't be adopting or selling anymore boys." "Can we go for a swim now?" "As much as I would love to do just that, I have a mountain of work to do. Mike do you think you could supervise this young man in the pool for an hour or so?" "Yes Sir, no problem. Come on Benji lets go swimming." They headed off to the pool area. I wondered what Mike would think when Benji just jumped in nude. I headed to my office and called the Intelligence Office at ISC headquarters. "Intelligence William Dexter Sir." "Willy I have some additional information on that Jim in Estavan. He apparently converts old buses into RV's. In fact he uses one to travel across the country. Think that will narrow your search." "Yes Sir. Uh, hold on a minute Sir. Yes! Got him. He's James Edward Langtree of Langtree RV Conversions and Repair. I have his full address and telephone." "Very good Willy. I want a full Intelligence Scan on him. You know the drill." "Yes Sir." "When you have it send it to my personal file here." "Yes Sir, as soon as I have it all, you'll get it." I hung up and went back to all the other work that had piled up. About an hour later Benji walked into my office in his old cutoffs and a t-shirt. He kissed me on the cheek and looked at the screen of the computer. "I know how to use a computer." He declared. "Really, well lets see." I started to close out my personal file, but before I had a chance a file was downloaded from Intelligence in Edmonton. It was a full face picture. "That's him! That's Jim!" Benji screamed and then he bolted from my office. I jumped up and ran after him. When I entered the living area he was nowhere to be seen. "Benji. BENJI." My scream brought Mike in from the kitchen. "Sir!" "Benji saw a picture of Jim, his abductor and bolted. Find him." Mike headed for the lower levels, while I checked the rooms on the main floor and upper level. We both came back to the living area empty handed. I picked up the phone, punched a code, which connected me to every single soldier outside. "This is the Commander. Benji may be outside somewhere. Find him now." "Did you check everywhere Mike. He couldn't have got far." "Yes Sir, but I'm going to check again." The phone beeped. I grabbed it. "We found him Sir. He was almost 600 meters out in the trees. He only has on a pair of cutoffs and a t-shirt, no shoes, we have in a Humvee and wrapped in blankets. We'll have him at the house in five Sir." The Humvee arrived and a huge man brought Benji in and gave him to me. I wrapped my arms around him and just held him. He was shaking like a leaf. Partly from the cold, but I could see his tears and knew he was terrified of the picture he had seen on my computer. I barely acknowledged the security troops as they left. All I was interested in was Benji, My love, my heart, my soul. I took him up to my bedroom and gently laid him on the bed. I carefully removed his t-shirt and then undid the buttons of his cutoff. I slid them off and dropped them on the floor. Benji was now nude, laying on my bed, with tears running down his face. I slowly undressed, as he watched. When I was nude. "Benji do you love me." He didn't answer. Benji do you trust me." "Yes Sir." he whispered "Do you think I would ever hurt you Benji." "No Sir." I laid down on the bed and pulled him in close to me. He really was cold. But he snuggled up close to me. I pulled the comforter over both of us and just held onto him. The shudders slowly subsided. I finally decided to do what I had always, since I had first laid eyes on this boy, wanted to do. I pushed Benji onto his back and rand my hand to his young cock. It was as usual hard as a rock. I slid back the covers and ran my tongue down over his chest and stomach. I looked up at him. He had a wonderful smile on his face. I slipped his cock into my mouth and slowly sucked him. He tried to squirm around to get at my cock, but I prevented him from doing it. It didn't take long before I tasted his sweet cum in my mouth. I continued to suck on his cock while slowly squeezing his ball sack. I was rewarded again when he shot another load into my mouth. As he started to go soft I ran my tongue down between his legs and sucked his ball sack into my mouth. I slowly chewed on his balls while running my hand up and down his chest and stomach. As I started to run my tongue into his ass crack he lifted his legs and wrapped them around my neck. I knew if I turned to assault his rosebud with my tongue it would give him access to my cock. Wanting to really rim his young ass I resigned myself to the fact that Benji was going to suck on my raging cock. As soon as I turned to work my tongue down deeper into his crack I felt Benji engulf my cock with his mouth. Using both hand I spread the cheeks of his apart and assaulted his ass with my tongue. As I started to work my tongue into him he started to squirm and shudder. I could tell just by his moans of pleasure he really liked what I was doing. I felt myself coming to climax, but kept working at his young ass. As I started to cum I could here Benji choking on my hard cock buried deep in his throat. I tried to pull back, but he had my ass in his hands and was pulling my cock deep into him, forcing my cock to gag him. After I was spent I slowly pulled away from his ass and looked up at him. The look in his eyes was one of pure unadulterated love. "Do you still love me Benji." He scrambled around and planted a kiss on my mouth and then started to run his tongue into my mouth. After almost 5 minutes of really deep kissing me he sat back. He had a sly grin on his face. "Well Brin I think I love you, but I won't know for sure until you put your cock into my ass. I know you want to wait, but I don't. I want you inside me now. That's all I have ever wanted. Please Brin, fuck me." "Benji after all that you have been through, I'm really not comfortable with that yet." "Brin, I know what I have done and what has been done to me. I may or may not have been gay in that orphanage, but I am gay now. I love to have a nice cock inside me. You have a very nice cock. I want it inside me now. If you don't fuck me now, I won't tell you anything more of what happened to me." "You don't really mean that do you Benji?" "Yes I do. Fuck me. Fuck me now or I won't cooperate with you anymore." Jesus Christ what do I do now. The kid was blackmailing me. Either fuck him, which I really didn't want to do, or not get anything else out of him. Fuck!" "Ok, you win on one condition. After were done up here you come down and finish your story." "You might be too tired by then Brin. But I promise I will tell you everything I remember." End of Chapter 4