Date: Fri, 19 Feb 2016 15:48:29 -0500
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Discharging the Trust

                      DISCHARGING THE TRUST
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     David Patterson was deep in the latest schedule from the NewMedVet
Corporation when his intercom buzzed. It startled him only in that it was
just after five o'clock, the office was closed as of two minutes ago and he
shouldn't have been disturbed; indeed, he shouldn't have a secretary at his
front desk at all! He answered it a bit kinder for that reason, she must
have stayed behind to take a call for him. "Yes, Mavis?"
     "Mr. Turner is here to see you, sir."
     "Jacob Turner?" David asked hopefully. He had two clients with the
last name of Turner, and the other one....
     "No, sir, Mr. Kelly Turner." Mavis went on. "He says that he must
speak with you immediately, sir." And then a change in her tone that he
recognized, she had covered the phone receiver and her mouth with her hand
so she could lower her voice and not be overheard by Mr. Turner. "Shall I
call security for you, sir, before I leave?"
     "No need." David sighed. "I shall see him at once. And good night,
Mavis."
     "Good night, sir." Mavis ended the call and the door to David's office
was opened by her soon after, and through it walked Kelly Turner.
     A more unlikely business associate would be hard to visualize. Kelly
Turner was the beneficiary of a trust which David's firm (Patterson,
Mattingly and Elber, David was the son of the name partner) was the
trustee. There was some five million dollars in the trust, to be paid to
Mr. Turner on a monthly basis for the rest of his life. His father hadn't
trusted his only son to manage his funds sensibly, and David didn't blame
the former Mr. Turner one bit.
     Kelly's hair (spiked up at various angles that may be the result of it
never being combed) was dyed an odd color of green that bore no relation to
the shades of natural human hair, and earrings adorned not only his left
ear (three there, and two more on his right, the right's were on the upper
part of the lobe), but also his right nostril, left eyebrow and lower
lip. The clothing consisted of a battered white tanktop overdue for the
laundry and a faded pair of orange jeans over grungy white sneakers. The
tanktop showed how he must spend many of his too-idle days, for they bulged
well in excess of what even a physically active job would give him. David's
eyes lingered on those muscles and he licked his lips as he had a momentary
flash of fantasy, kissing those globular biceps and licking the sweat from
that hairy armpit, the hairs sticking their tips out showing that Kelly's
natural hair color was a dark brown, God, to lick that manly sweat. Kelly's
face would have been handsome in a little-boy-grown-up sort of way, if not
for the sneer that twisted the lips and eyebrows out of balance and tilted
them toward each other on the right. It didn't make him look fearsome, it
made him look petulant, spoiled-child-like.
     David stood and made a formal greeting and offered his hand, though it
felt like he was playing a part in a play, rather than engaging in a normal
business meeting. "And what can I do for you today, Mr. Turner?" he
concluded.
     Kelly had been waiting with a visible impatience. "Yeah, I need some
money out of my account." he said without any further preamble. "About two
thousand ought to do it. And I need my monthly payments to be increased
that much."
     David expected this to be the reason for the disreputable scion's
visit. "And I must regretfully decline." he said. "The terms of your
father's trust are quite explicit and irrevocable."
     "The hell you say!" Kelly snarled. "Listen, that's my money, and you
need to write me out a check for it right fucking now! Otherwise, you're
fired and so is your Goddamned business! You hear me?"
     "I understand." David bit back his anger. "And now let me explain this
to you. The trust was not drawn up between yourself and Patterson,
Mattingly and Elber, it was drawn up between your father and this firm. You
are merely the beneficiary for whose benefit the trust was established. And
the terms of the trust spell out exactly how much to give you and when to
give it to you. I have to discharge the terms of the trust."
     "And I've read that fucking trust agreement!" Kelly said, and actually
leaned over David's desk, resting his hands on the clear, smudge-free glass
top, which annoyed David more than his rude manner. "It says that the
payments can be adjusted at the trustee's discretion to accommodate special
needs or emergencies."
     "I haven't heard anything so far to make me feel this is an
emergency."
     "I need the fucking money, that's all you need to hear. It's my money
and I fucking want it!"
     "Impossible." David shook his head.
     "At the trustee's discretion!" Kelly said and leaned further
forward. "That means you can give it to me and I want it fucking right
now!" And his hand reached up and grabbed David by his tie and yanked him
forward.
     "Your father trusts my discretion, he does not trust yours." David
said, losing his own temper at the manhandling. "I can modify the terms of
the trust if needed, but that decision rests solely with me, as I
understand your father's wishes."
     "So I gotta convince you to fucking change your mind?" Kelly
growled. "I can do that. I know what you want. I know exactly what you
want."
     And David was yanked forward so that he sprawled on the desk, lifted
himself up on his hands and was face-to-face with this young intruder.
     Who promptly kissed him.
     It wasn't the least bit gentle, the kiss. It was a hard, harsh,
unforgiving kiss of domination and power. He was declaring his contempt for
David even as his lips meshed with David's and drove them against David's
teeth painfully.
     And the hand on David's tie, which had never been released, was yanked
again and papers on David's desk went every which way. Dear God, and the
entire suite would be deserted by now! As the firm's sole non-partner
executive, he found that he, and he alone, worked after hours with any
regularity. And his suite owned the entire floor of his building (save for
the office across the way, which was all computer banks and electronic
switching stations), and he could yell all he wanted, and nobody, nobody at
all, could hear him. He should have let Mavis call for security, have them
wait outside until this young man had left!
     Kelly yanked him around on the sleek, slippery glass until he was laid
out on it lengthwise, the overlarge desk (a present from his father upon
his joining the firm) held his entire body from head to foot with room to
spare. And Kelly kissed him again, harder, and his other hand cupped
David's crotch aggressively, squeezing his privates hard enough to make him
wince.
     To his mortification, David found the pain converted itself, as it
coursed through his prong and testicles, into pleasure. He felt his cock
hardening, felt Kelly's hand feel that, Kelly released his lips and grinned
evilly down at him, and David could only groan.
     "Yeah, I know what you want. I'll get you to give me that
money. You'll give it to me and grin all the time you're doing it! Fucker!"
And he kissed David again and his hand fondled David's genitals hard,
mauling them as his cock stiffened to full measure.
     Kelly grabbed David's body with both hands and turned him another
quarter turn, now his legs were on either side of Kelly, suspended in
mid-air, everything from just above his knees still on the desk, his head
supported now only by his neck. David craned his head to vertical and
looked as Kelly's hands undid his belt, his fly unclasped and unzipped, and
then Kelly was skinning both pants and briefs down his legs. David saw his
own legs, pale and hairy, as Kelly slid his clothes all the way off, over
his shoes, one of which fell off but the other stayed on, and now he was
bare from waist to ankles, one shoe and one sock.
     His cock was hard as a rock, he saw, and Kelly looked at it and said,
"Yeah, look at you, a fucking male whore is all you are. I throw a good
hard fuck into you and you'll write me out a check, sure you will. Yeah."
     David felt paralyzed here, watching his hard, cruel young man taking
him like so much raw, red meat, the way a bird is paralyzed by the snake,
or the mouse by the cat, unable to move or resist the fate that awaited
within the fang-filled jaws. But his nemesis lurked instead inside those
faded blue pants that Kelly was now unbuttoning and reaching into as his
perpetual smirk grew into a leer.
     And David saw the large prong that this young man boasted, and he had
to moan. Oh, God, the kid was huge! "Oh, oh, no, oh, no, no!" But that was
only a whisper, unconvincing even to his own ears.
     "Don't worry, I get it in you and you'll love it." Kelly told
him. "You'll love it so much, you may add another thousand on the check
just in gratitude!" His hands hauled David's legs upward and his entire
body slid toward the gritty-looking punk, this unworthy beneficiary of a
most worthy estate! So unfair was life, to let this one sit about idle and
cared for all his life!
     "I can't...I can't betray my fiduciary duty!" groaned David as Kelly
spat noisily into his palm and rubbed it on the obscene bulb that was his
glans. "Your father trusts me to administer his estate for your best
interests and..... Ah, ahhhh, ahhh-hahhhh!"
     "Yeah, that's got the head in." Kelly advised him. "What do you say
now? You going to write me that check?"
     "I...I can't do that." David babbled. "Not until the next amount is
due, and that isn't.... Ah, hah-GAH-AHHHHHH!"
     "Ah, damn, man, you're so fucking tight! I'm picking your Goddamned
cherry, aren't I? First hard cock you ever taken, is it?"
     "Ahhh-ahhh, yes!" David gasped. "Agh-OOGH!"
     "Oh, shit, I'm going to love fucking this tight butt!" Kelly grumbled
at him. "You're so fucking hot, Mr. Businessman, sprawled on your fucking
ledgers and shit, with my cock up your bare, hairy ass!" Kelly hoisted
David's legs up higher and he rammed that hard, thick, long prong all the
way inside. David felt Kelly's hips slam against his buttocks and he
groaned. It felt like he'd just had a fist stuck in him instead of a cock.
     And then Kelly began to hump at him and David moaned. Oh, God, he was
this little punk's bitch-boy! His Italian silk suit, his Armani tie, his
three-hundred-dollar pair of shoes, and he was lying on his back on his
desk with a youth barely in his twenties on top of him, ramming a hard dong
up his butt like he was a two-dollar whore! And worst of all...his cock was
throbbing so hard, it felt like he was going to explode!
     "Oh, ah, uh, huh, uh!" He grunted as Kelly's thrusts increased and
shook his entire body. He was sliding back and forth on the desktop glass
as the young stud fucking him growled atop him.
     David couldn't stand it any longer, he grabbed his cock and began to
pump on it hard and fast!
     "Yeah, you're going to write me that check, aren't you, you bastard?"
Kelly panted as he humped David even faster.
     "Yes, yes, oh, yes, yes!" David breathed as his passion grew in him.
     "That's a good little ass-fuck, write me that check, write it now!"
     "Yes, yes, OH-OH-GAH-UHH-UH-GUHHHHHHH-HUNKKKHHHH!" David's cock
exploded all over the two of them.
     "Goddamn you, you fucking bastard!" Kelly snarled as David peppered
him with his jizz. "You're fucking creaming on me, you shithead, I oughta
beat the fucking crap out of you, you lousy....ah-gah!" Kelly's face took
on an aura of surprise, a ludicrous change for his normally aggressive
expression. "Shit, I'm coming! AH-GAHH-UH-GUHHH-HUHHH!"
     "Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me!" David gabbled in his ebbing ecstasy, lost
to all sense of propriety or honor or even common sense, he just wanted to
be fucked, over and over and over!
     "Ah-huh, ah-huh, ah-huh!" Kelly panted as his orgasm flailed on at
him, and then released him into a semi-soggy mass of maleness that barely
kept its feet. He lay his muscled, filthy, spunk-splattered tanktop on
David's chest and looked into David's eyes. "Ah-hah-hah, ah-ahhhhh! Now get
your ass up and write me that fucking check. I need two thousand dollars
and I need it right now!"
     And David answered, in a flash of inspiration. "I can arrange that."
     And he was smiling as he wrote out the check. All he'd have to do now
is wait.
     Kelly was back at his office a week later in the middle of the day,
clutching the letter David had had Mavis type and send out three days
before. "What the fuck is this shit?" he demanded before David could even
say a word. "I'm supposed to get ten thousand on the first of each month
and this tells me it's going to be two thousand a week?"
     "You wanted two thousand dollars right away." David informed
him. "This is how I was able to get it for you, by changing the terms of
the payout from monthly to weekly. It's in my discretion." he added
maliciously.
     "And what's this shit about me coming by to pick up the check each
week, in person?"
     "Also in my discretion as trustee, I can change the terms of the trust
as needed." David said. "Your check will be ready each Friday at five
o'clock exactly. Which is when I will give it to you." He paused, then
added, "Afterwards, that is."
     "Afterward? After what, you.... Ah, shit!" Kelly looked
dumbfounded. He was really quite handsome when he got that look on his
face.
     "Exactly." David smiled. "Your father wanted me to keep an eye on you,
after all, it's why he made me the trustee for you instead of my father or
the firm itself. Show yourself dependable and willing to behave as
required, and we can see about increasing your payout."
     "Oh, I'll show you, all right! I'll show you damned well! You think I
fucked you hard last time, wait'll next time! You're going to fucking
scream like a stuck pig on a hot spit!"
     "Today is Friday. Come back at five o'clock and we'll see how well you
do." David answered calmly.
     Kelly turned and stormed noisily out his door. No matter. He'd be back
at five. After all, if he didn't, he wouldn't get his money.
     David settled back into his desk, humming as he opened his next
folder. The duties of a trustee were varied and often burdensome, but Kelly
Turner's father had trusted him to discharge them well.
     And in this case, he was looking forward to the discharges!

                             THE END
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