Date: Mon, 27 Oct 2003 15:52:32 -0800 (PST)
From: the baron <hgo469@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Paperboy 11

My Paperboy 11
(c) 2003 by hgo469@yahoo.com
All Rights Reserved


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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex
between boys, men, boys and men, kinky or non-consensual sex or live in a
jurisdiction where reading/possessing such materials is illegal - exit now.

This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure
coincidence, nothing more. Since this is fiction SAFE SEX isn't required;
however, in real life there are too many things out there to take that sort
of chance.

If you like this and want to hear more let me know - questions and
constructive criticism will be acknowledged - flames will be ignored.

hgo469@yahoo.com

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Chapter Eleven

	Waking up in the morning with one or more naked Asian boys in bed
with me was something that I could become accustomed to in a hurry. Kelly
and Brent were still sleeping, but they had each crowded as close to me as
they could and I could feel their teen-age erections pressing against my
thighs as they each cuddled against me. I ran my hands across their faces
slowly awakening them.
	Brent fully awakened first and he immediately wrapped his hand
around my morning erection.
	"Careful there young fellow," I cautioned him, "too much pressure
will cause it to expel a fountain of piss this time of the morning."
	He laughed and slowly slid his hand up and down my rigid shaft. "As
long as I'm able to point it toward Kelly," he said with a smile.
	"And just what do you think I would be doing while you're doing
that?" Kelly asked as he started massaging my nuts.
	"I don't think that either of you guys want to see what I'll do if
you're the cause of anyone pissing in my bed." I lightly rapped both of the
boys on the top of the head with my knuckles. "In any case we need to get
up so stop what you're doing [did I actually tell them to remove their
hands from my genitals?] and head for the shower."
	As the two of them scampered toward the bathroom I looked into the
living room to see just what was happening in there. All three of the boys
were still asleep, Kevin and Scott on either side of Bobby. They were all
sporting the same piss hard-ons that we had, only it didn't appear that
Kevin and Scott were going to be able to do much about it without some
help.
	"Time to get up," I called out, waking all three. Bobby stretched
out his arms and then flicked his fingers on his two slave's erections;
bring a gasp from the sharp pain out of each of them.
	"Thank you Master Jim for allowing me to have them for the night -
more than even I now know just why you like to have slave boys around."
	"Okay, now take them into the bathroom and assist them with their
morning toilet duties. After everyone has shower and had breakfast we'll
see about releasing them."
	The three naked boys headed for the bathroom where they joined the
other two. I decided that I would use the smaller bathroom and just allow
them to do whatever they wanted - I really needed to use the toilet and
take a shower and I knew that with all those naked teens I would never
finish.

* * * * *

	We arrived in the bathroom just as Kelly and Brent were starting
their shower. I made my two slaves do their peeing while sitting down and
then the three of us crowded into the giant shower with my brothers. Kelly
and Brent assisted me in soaping up the two helpless teens, paying
particular attention to their genitals and bringing them to full erection
without allowing them to climax. Then they turned their attention to me,
covering me with soap suds as their talented hands worked their way over,
under and around my body - leaving not a single square inch untouched.
	As I stepped into the flowing water to rinse off Brent dropped to
his knees in front of me and took my semi-erect member into his mouth,
working his tongue all over the head, paying particular attention to the
area directly under the foreskin. At the same time Kelly came around behind
me, rubbing one hand up and down my ass crack while the other one took hold
of my nuts, massaging them in their sac. Kevin and Scott stood to one side,
not sure what they should be doing.
	"Slaves," I said, "my brothers are pleasuring me, and you need to
pleasure them." The two bound boys worked their way around until they were
in front of my brothers and then each sucked one of the younger boys'
erections into his mouth, doing their best to provide the ecstasy that they
knew I wanted.
	Brent's expect cocksucking mouth was going to have me shooting my
hot teen-cream into him in a hurry. He pressed his lips tight against my
groin and worked on my cock with his tongue, providing me with sensations
guaranteed to bring me to a quick and explosive climax. Kelly's continued
massage of my balls only brought me to that exquisite point of no return
all that much faster. I knew that it was going to be only a matter of
moments before I shot my load of hot cream into Brent's sucking mouth.
	My knees felt like they were going to buckle as I blasted the first
shot of hot jism into my brother's mouth, painting his tonsils with the
milky juice. As he swallowed down my load, I felt him shudder slightly as
he blasted his own load into the hot mouth that was working on his rigid
31/2 inch boy-tool. At the same time, Kelly moaned behind me and poured his
boy-cream out into the cocksucking mouth that was working on his 4 incher.
	I had cum so many time lately that I was surprised that I had as
much juice to give as I did, I guess there is something to that story about
the regenerative powers of youth - and I was living proof. I stood with the
warm water from the shower spraying over me while Brent milked every drop
of my available juices from my cock and it was only when it had returned to
it flaccid state that he released his lip lock.
	The two boys at the bottom of the stack were still trying to milk
any extra drops of cum they could get from Kelly and Brent and only gave up
with the cocks they were working on had lost all of their rigidity as well.
	After pausing for a couple of minutes to attempt to recover a bit
of strength I ordered everyone to soap up again and this time there was to
be no sex, just cleaning. We had all been under the shower for long enough
that we were beginning to look like prunes and I was sure that Master Jim
would know exactly what we had been doing.

* * * * *

	I had finished my shower, dressed and had breakfast on the table by
the time that the boys finished their showers. The prune-like wrinkles on
their skin told me that they were doing more than just washing while under
the shower, but I decided not to mention it just then. I released Kevin and
Scott from their duct tape bondage and after they worked out the kinks in
their arm muscles we all sat down to eat - it was only cereal, toast and
jam, I hadn't feel all that ambitious this morning and didn't want to have
to make a major project out of cleaning up the kitchen either. It was
starting to get late and we were due at the funeral home in the early
afternoon.
	After breakfast, Kevin and Scott were allowed to put on the shorts
they had brought with them and leave. We agreed that we would do this again
real soon, but had told them that we were going to be busy for the next
couple of days.
	Now it was time for everyone to get dressed so that we could head
over to their Uncle Neong's. This announcement tended to put a bit of a
damper on things, but reality had to intrude a little bit from time to
time. When we regrouped in the living room, I had a difficult time
recognizing that these were the same three boys who had just been sitting
at the table eating breakfast in the nude. All three of them were wearing
suits and they looked like perfect gentlemen, not the naked slaves that I
had started growing accustomed to seeing around my home. I felt like I
should take out a camera and preserve this as I had my doubts that it would
be happening again any time soon.
	I had originally planned to just drop them off with Neong and then
pick them up later that evening; however, the boys insisted that I stay so
I just hovered in the background while family and friends passed through
the funeral home to pay their last respects. By the time we headed home,
the boys were exhausted and everyone was ready to just go to sleep.
	The next day was the funeral; it was presided over by a Buddhist
priest. I had never experienced anything like it before; I sat in the back
and tried to be inconspicuous. When all of the ceremonies were completed
and the bodies had been consigned to the crematorium, everyone returned to
Neong's home where they could sit around and talk.
	Neong called me aside and suggested that this might be a good time
for me to take the boys to the hospital to visit with their brothers. The
doctor had called him and said that they were doing extremely well and he
expected that they could be released in a few more days. When I mentioned
this to the boys, they were all ready to go - sitting around listening to
the adults talk about what a shame it was that their parents had died so
young wasn't exactly their idea of a good time.

* * * * *

	When Jim suggested that he take us to the hospital to visit Edward
and Thomas it sounded like the best idea of the day. After saying good-bye
to a few of the closer family members, we headed out to Jim's car for the
trip to the hospital.
	"Will they let all of us visit at the same time?" I asked Jim. I
had heard that hospitals tried to limit the number of visitors at any given
time.
	"Your Uncle has talked with the doctor and he told the nurses that
all three of you should be allowed in at the same time. In any case they
are in a room together so it shouldn't be a problem," Jim said.
	He also told us what Uncle Neong had said about them being released
soon. My only concern was about where they were going to live and who was
going to take care of them until they were completely recovered.
	The hospital was fairly new and the twins were in a private
room. They were sitting up in bed watching TV when we arrived. Jim had sent
us in while he stayed in the hallway. I wasn't sure just what to say, I was
enough older that we had never been really close and for the most part I
had always treated them like they were some sort of pests to be shooed
away.
	Except for a couple of bruises they looked okay - I had been told
that they suffered serious concussions in the accident and they were being
kept mainly to make sure that there weren't any serious internal injuries.
	Thomas looked over as we entered. "Hey Ed," he said, "Look who has
come for a visit."
	Edward looked toward the door and then returned his gaze to the
TV. "Now you're going to want to talk just when I'm getting really
interested in this program," he said with a smile.
	I looked at the TV and saw that it was an old sitcom that I would
guess he had seen at least twenty times in the past. "Well, if we're not
wanted..." I said and turned around toward the door.
	"Hold on, I was only kidding," Ed said turning off the TV. "Did you
guys go to the funeral?"
	Brent and Kelly nodded their heads.
	"We wanted to go, but the doctor said they we needed to stay here
for a few more days to make sure that we're going to be okay."
	The three of us came up between the beds, I was trying to be
serious - this wasn't the time for my usual light-hearted attitude, the
problem was that they were doing their best to be full of fun and games. I
was worried that they were trying too hard to keep everything light; I
really wondered just what they were feeling on the inside.
	I stood back as the four boys talked; I actually felt more like a
parent than an older brother. I didn't know just what we were going to do -
I didn't want to break up the family, but I wondered about Jim taking on so
large an instant family. Uncle Neong didn't have room for us, that was for
sure, not with seven kids of his own, and there was no way we would be able
to keep the house - it was rented and none of us had any income. I knew
that there would be some money coming from insurance, but from what I have
seen in the past I doubted that we would see any of it right away - for
that matter I didn't want to settle anything too fast, we needed to know
just what all of the expenses involved were going to be.
	Jim was standing just outside the room, watching. I crossed to him
leaving the four younger boys chattering away as if they were at home.

* * * * *

	I was watching the five boys - the younger ones were all talking at
once and I wondered how any of them figured out what the others were
saying. Bobby looked almost like a parent, just watching his children as
they visited. It was only when I looked more closely at Edward and Thomas
that I noticed they appeared to be shackled to their beds. A thin chain ran
from a leather strap around one ankle to the bed frame on each of the
boys. They didn't seem to be paying any attention to it, and I didn't think
that any of the others had even noticed. I was going to ask at the nurse's
station about that - they weren't prisoners as far as I knew so I was
wondering why.
	Just as I was about to go ask a nurse about the shackles Bobby
joined me out in the hall.
	"You don't have to stand out here," he said. "By now you are really
part of the family."
	"I didn't want to get in the way - I know that you guys have plenty
you need to talk about."
	"True, only Ed and Tom are doing their best to avoid talking about
anything serious."
	"Perhaps it's for the best, at least for right now," I said.
	Bobby nodded.
	"Did you notice that both of them were shackled to their beds?" I
asked after a short pause.
	"Huh?" Bobby said as he looked carefully toward his brothers. "What
the fuck?" he scowled angrily.
	"I was going to ask at the nurse's station about that, do you want
to come with me?"
	"You better believe it."
	Together we approached the nurse's station. There were two nurses
sitting there doing paper work when we walked up.
	"How may I help you?" the older nurse asked as she saw us approach.
	Before I could say anything Bobby spoke. "I'm Robert Ng, two of my
brothers are in room 518. The first think I want to know is why are they
chained to their beds?" Bobby's voice had a hard edge on it that I had
never heard before.
	The nurse looked a bit surprised. "Let me see what it says on their
charts," she said as she picked up a couple of those metal clipboards that
seem to be standard issue in all hospitals.
	She looked at a couple of pages and then seemed to be reading more
carefully. "Here it is," she said. "The doctor ordered that they be
restrained slightly as there didn't seem to be any other way to get them to
remain in bed. They suffered serious head trauma and need to stay in
bed. The problem is that they feel pretty good and being somewhat normal
twelve-year-olds aren't inclined to stay in bed just because a doctor told
them to do so.
	"It says here that a Mr. Neong Ng, their uncle, was consulted and
he agreed with the procedure. Dr. King is due shortly on his afternoon
rounds, perhaps you should ask him if you have any more questions."
	"Well, I'm their closest relative and no one asked me. I want them
released at once." This forceful side of Bobby was something I had never
seen - it surely was a lot different from the boy I was accustomed to
having around.
	"I'm sorry, Mr. Ng, but since the doctor ordered the restraints
applied I don't have the authority to remove them."
	Bobby was about to say something else when an older man in a white
lab coat walked up to the counter.
	"Dr. King, this is Robert Ng, Edward and Thomas's older brother. He
was asking me about the order to shackle them to the bed." She handed him
the two charts.
	The doctor looked at the charts for a minute and then turned to us
- he looked at Bobby. "You're Mr. Ng I presume," he said holding out his
hand.
	"Yes, I am," Bobby said, the sharp edge still in his voice as he
shook the doctor's hand. "Now, what are you going to do about removing the
shackles from my brothers?"
	"I spoke to a Neong Ng two days ago, explaining that it was
extremely important that the boys remain in bed to allow the bruising on
their brains to heal. They wouldn't listen to anyone on the floor and were
running up and down the hallway. When I explained the situation to Mr. Ng,
he asked about tying them to the bed.
	"I didn't think that we needed to completely tie them down, but
suggested that a short shackle preventing them from getting out of bed
would probably do the trick. He gave me his verbal permission and then
faxed a written confirmation a few minutes later."
	Bobby thought about what the doctor had said for a moment before he
replied. "I do know that they can be a handful, but do you think that
chaining them to the bed is such a good idea. After all, our parents just
died in an automobile accident, couldn't something like this add to their
trauma?"
	Dr. King nodded his head. "I guess it could, only it is my job to
treat the physical symptoms, and their running up and down the corridors
wasn't the best thing for their medical condition, not to mention the
serenity of the rest of the patients on the floor. I made a decision,
received approval from a qualified guardian, and gave the needed order. If
you can assure me that they will remain in bed without the restraints I
will be more than willing to remove them; however, the boys need at least
another two days of bed rest before being released and even then they
should not be allowed to resume their normal schedule for two to three
weeks."
	"I'm not sure that I can assure you that they will be model
patients, they have never been model anything in the past, so I will accede
your solution, at least for the time being," Bobby said.
	Together Bobby and the doctor walked to the boy's room where Bobby
introduced the doctor to his other two brothers. The doctor gave a quick
examination to the two patients, assured everyone that they should be able
to go home in two more days, and left.
	After Dr. King left, Brent pulled on the chain attached to Tom's
ankle. "This is neat, do you have anything like this, Jim?" he asked.
	I didn't reply, what should I say about something like that to a
teen age boy?
	"It's okay, Jim," Kelly said. "They're our brothers. They've been
playing games together for a couple of years, only since they had their own
room no one was aware of it."
	The twins nodded their agreement.
	"Are they going to come live with us?" Brent asked.
	"Let's not rush things," I replied. "We are going to have to talk
with your Uncle before we do anything. Meanwhile, we need to allow these
two to rest so that they can be released in a couple of days like the
doctor said."
	A few minutes later, we headed back to their Uncle's home - there
were still quite a few people there and plenty of food. Everyone ate their
fill and then some.
	While the boys were eating and fending off questions from
well-meaning, but uninformed relatives, Neong and I stepped into his little
den to talk.
	"It appears that my nephews really want to stay with you. I guess
the biggest question is: 'Do you want them to be there?' It is a major
undertaking with two boys that age."
	"Actually I think it is more like four boys - already they have
been making plans to move their other two brothers in as well, just as soon
as the doctor releases them from the hospital."
	"That didn't take long, did it?" was all Neong could say. I didn't
know you knew Ed and Tom."
	"I didn't, today at the hospital was the first time I had ever seen
them. It appears that Kelly and Brent did a major sales job on them in just
a few minutes."
	"I keep hearing about what the boys want - I haven't heard anything
about what you want. I know that you originally offered Bobby a place to
stay away from home while attending the local college, in exchange for some
simple household duties; however, that didn't include taking in the entire
family. I'm their only other close blood relative in the USA - there are
some cousins back in Vietnam, but I don't think that we should even be
considering them.
	"I admit that with my seven children this place is already more
than a bit crowded; however, I'm sure that I can find room for all of them
if need be. I don't want to impose on you, taking my nephews is going to be
a major responsibility, no question about it. I guess what I want to ask is
do you really want to take them in - and I do mean 'want', not something
that you have sort of been dragged into without realizing just what you
were doing."
	Neong's concern was genuine and he was asking me questions that I
had been asking myself for the last couple of days. I knew that if the only
reason I wanted the boys to stay with me was sex their being around all the
time will become more than a little bit trying in short order. I felt that
I was falling in love with Bobby, only I was worried about the ten year
difference in our ages. In a few years, it wouldn't be such a big deal, but
right now I wondered if it was right to expect him to give up the freedom
of adulthood that he had just acquired and settle down with me, even for
the short term.
	And then there was the prospect of his brothers, perhaps all four
of them - it would be six years before the twins reached adulthood, did I
really want that sort of responsibility? Not to mention the possible
repercussions from anyone outside our little group becoming aware of our
sexual activities. It all gave me a lot to think about.
	The one real bright spot in all of this was that I didn't have to
head off to work every day. I did most of my work in my home office, then
sent it in either by FAX or e-mail, and very seldom had any real serious
deadlines that I had to meet. For someone considering becoming a single
parent that was a very big plus.
	All of these thoughts flashed through my head at once as I sat
there in Neong's den. At the same time, I was wondering just what he was
thinking. I was sure that he hadn't heard of me from anyone until all of
this had happened. Did he think that I was just someone who wanted to take
advantage of the boys and live off whatever money they might end up with in
any insurance settlement. This was an issue I needed to address right away
I felt.
	"I have been thinking about all of this as well," I said. "I've
known Bobby casually for several years, he has been my paperboy ever since
I bought my home. Our much closer relationship has only developed recently,
before this I didn't even know how many siblings he had. We started out
with my offering him a small attic apartment over my garage in exchange for
his performing simple household duties while he attending the local
community college. Sharing a bedroom with two younger teenage brothers
isn't all that exciting for a guy who has started college."
	Neong nodded his head in agreement. He had already heard about how
everyone ended up with me when the accident happened. "Bobby is legally an
adult, he could challenge me for legal custody of his brothers if things
actually came to that. Right now, I'm sure that I would win as he doesn't
have and real source of income, only with the size of my family there is a
good chance that the state would step in and place the boys in foster care,
splitting up the family. I wouldn't want that and I know that they don't
either. The last thing I want to do is cause any split in my family."
	"I agree with you there," I said.
	"What I'd like to do, if you're willing," Neong said, "is to have
myself declared legal guardian over the four minors and then allow them to
live with you and Bobby, the two of you would have control over the day to
day events and I will consult with Bobby about anything regarding legal
conflicts from the accident."
	I nodded my agreement.
	"That is if you really do want to take this small tribe into your
home."
	I smiled. "I might as well take them into my home, they've already
won a spot in my heart."
	It was Neong's turn to nod in agreement.

* * * * *

	This had to be the most unusual thing I had ever done. I felt like
I was negotiating away the lives of my nephews. And yet, this Jim James guy
seemed to have nothing but their best interests at heart. Over the years I
had not met many people who seemed to have this much goodness in their
heart - I had grown suspicious, trying to figure out just what the angle
was, only this time I couldn't find one. He really was as concerned about
my nephews as I was - it was almost scary.
	Bobby is an adult - no one had any control over him any longer if
he doesn't want them to. As an adult, he could try to find a job that would
allow him to take custody of his brothers, only he really does need to go
on to college - he is extremely intelligent and it would be a shame to
waste his life for a short term gain.
	Jim James appears to be a genuine nice guy - there aren't all that
many of those in this world - he has offered to take in my orphaned nephews
and keep the family together. Taking in five teenage boys all at once isn't
something that very many people would do.
	I decided that I would speak with the boys to make sure that they
really wanted to do this thing, and then if I were satisfied I would give
them my blessing.
	"I do hope that you will accept some financial assistance - just
feeding this crowd is going to set you back a pretty penny."
	"If you wish to give money to the boys for their pocket expenses,
feel free to do so, as for the basic expenses associated with living - I
have more than enough to cover them. If that happens to change somewhere
along the line we can reopen this conversation, meanwhile, you only need
place any moneys due to the boys into an account that will help to pay for
their higher education."

* * * * *

	I saw Uncle Neong and Jim come out of the den; a minute later, he
called the three of us into the den and suggested that we sit down.
	"I just had a conversation with your friend Jim. He tells me that
he really does want all of you, including those two hellions who are still
in the hospital, to come and live with him. Personally, I think he's crazy,
but if that is what you want, I'm not going to even try to stand in your
way.
	"I am going to set a few conditions..."
	Here it comes I thought.
	"I intend to have both Bobby and myself names as legal guardians
over the rest of you. I will confer with Jim regularly about whatever is
needed for each of you. I expect you to obey, all the time.
	"This is an opportunity for you guys to stay together as a
family. I'm not sure that the state would allow me to bring all of you to
live with me - they might try to place you in foster care and I doubt that
they could keep you together under those conditions. I want to keep this
family together."
	Not too bad. I looked over at Kelly and Brent - they seemed to be
okay with what Uncle Neong was saying.
	"Do you guys have any questions?"
	We all shook our heads; this was going to be better than I
thought. Now we just needed to get away from here and back home.
	"Okay, you need to get back over to the house and pick up
everything that you plan to keep with you at Jim's. Over the weekend, I
will bring a truck and move everything else into storage. You had better
take care of things for the twins as well, I'm not sure just when they are
going to be released from the hospital and I don't want to have to go
through everything in storage looking for stuff if I don't have to do so. I
will expect you to help me in clearing out the house so don't make any
plans for this weekend. Understand?"
	We nodded.
	"What about our paper routes?" Brent asked.
	"Do you want to continue?"
	"Where else are we going to get money for movies and such if we
don't keep going with the paper?"
	"Good point - there is going to be quite a bit of money coming from
insurance as a result of the accident - I think that I can advance a weekly
allowance against those funds for now - it is more important that you get a
good nights sleep and stay awake in class."
	And after I'd delivered papers for the past seven years - oh well,
times change.
	After that there were just a couple of little things and then we
headed for the door. After Kelly and Brent had left I turned to Uncle Neong
and asked, "Why did you allow the doctor to have Ed and Tom tied to their
beds?"
	I caught him off guard; he acted as if he had forgotten all about
it. "Uh, well, the doctor said that they needed to stay in bed and rest if
they were going to get better. I tried talking to them, but as soon as I
was out the door they were right back to running all around. The doctor and
I decided that tying them to the bed was the only way to make sure they
stayed in bed. I didn't like doing it, but it had to be done."
	Then he turned the tables on me. "What would you have done?"
	I gave it some thought, 'what would I have done?' I didn't
know. Finally, I told him as much.
	"Don't criticize something if you don't have an idea about how to
do it better," he said and left the room.
	I didn't have anything else to say, so, for once, I said nothing -
something of a first for me, I think.
	A few minutes later Jim rounded all three of us up, we said out
good-byes and headed back home [yes, now I was thinking of Jim's house as
my home], it had been a very long day.

To be continued...

hgo469@yahoo.com

	I'm sorry that it has take so long for me to post this chapter -
there just doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day any more. I had an
outline for this story, but I have gone well past the spot where it
ended. If any of you faithful readers has a suggestion as to what direction
this story should head from here I would love to hear from you - maybe
you'll have a better idea than I do.
	Oh yeah, and thanks for all of the input I have received, if I
didn't reply I'm sorry - but please keep those e-mails coming - I love to
hear from my readers, it is what makes this all worth my while.

Baron