Date: Wed, 1 Oct 2003 00:32:30 EDT From: DAG1064@aol.com Subject: "Samurai Inc. 22" Celebrity, Oral, Anal, kink Samurai Inc. 22 By David DAG1064@aol.com Author's Notes: This story is fiction. All characters with the exception of Daniel Radcliff, Tom Felton, Hugh Mitchell, Rupert Grint, Aaron Carter, Haley Joel Osment, and Billy Gilman are not real. The guest stars named are to my knowledge not gay, and their appearances in this story don't imply they are. All situations depicted never happened. The characters "[ ]" indicate thought speak. All characters named are the respective properties of the author and one Sid Gittler, creator of the AKV series. Thanks for creating the series and for being a good friend! Samurai Inc. 22 "Just Another Movie Shoot" We flew into Denver airport on a Tuesday morning in the Lear, instead of Monday morning. I decided a one-day delay flying into Peckertown wouldn't hurt anything at all. "Good thing you decided to wait a day," Mike "Hound Dog" Perkins said. "Oh? What happened?" I asked. "I was asked to do a run to northern Colorado. Got in late last night," Mike said. I nodded and turned to see Caleb lead Timmy up into the Samurai 747. Mike took a second look and raised his eyebrows. I smiled and nodded. "I hope we get some down time there," he said. "We do," I said. He laughed all the way up the steps. I knew he'd like Peckertown. I sat behind the desk in the main cabin and picked up the phone and dialed Marc Fogel's number and waited for the phone to ring. Marc Fogel was the one individual who really had his thumb on Peckertown's pulse and knew what was going down at any particular moment. He had proved himself a number of times to the Jorgenson's, a family who smelled opportunity and seized it and made Peckertown what it is, a boy lover's paradise for those who loved boys. So many gay boys from all over the United States and some from outside the US have gone there and found unconditional acceptance. I wondered what Peckertown would be like without these people and the thought scared me. I had discovered a soft caring side to them, something they displayed quite often. Everyone knew the Jorgenson's were good people. I've seen them help so many boys it warms my heart to know that there are still good people out there. "Fogel," the voice in my ear jerked me back to reality. "American Jock Straps, you got it, we bag it," I cracked. I had to hold the phone away from my ear as Fogel lost it. Once he calmed down I hit the speaker box on the desk. "How's it hanging?" Marc asked. I smiled. "Low and wide." He guffawed. "You'd make a great comedian." "Thanks. Just called to say we are now leaving Denver," I said as the plane rolled onto the runway. "Good. Everything go okay?" Marc asked as the plane zipped down the runway and lifted off, Danny's rebel yell coming from the cockpit. "Yup, no problems at all. Guy Truant is on board with us. The family ready to go?" I asked. "Duane's crew will meet you at the Little Rock airport. The living arrangements have been made and seen too. Duane will brief you on them when you arrive," Marc said. "As for the film crews, we've got the same ones we used for the first movie we did down here. Sets are done, Powersound is waiting to meet with the singers and get stuff done. I've tried to think of everything. If I missed something, I'm sure you can cover it." "I'm sure you did great. If we do cover anything, we'll send you the bill," I said. "How do you want it paid? Blonds, brunettes, or redheads?" Mark cracked. "That would be nice, but I prefer a stack of Grants, thank you very much," I shot back as I sipped a cup of coffee and watched Billy start to relax. "That can be arranged too," Marc said. "Gotta go, we'll see you in a few hours." "Later," I said and hung up. I surveyed the cabin area. Timmy was serving up sodas and sandwiches to the guys sitting around the seating area. I saw Sammo reach into his small carryon bag and pull out a deck of cards. He smiled as he headed to the conference table and the others followed him. Hejiro had opted to stay behind and I respected his wishes. I really would have liked to have him and his skills to help us, but I wasn't going to push him into going with us. Shiro was downstairs in the ops center, going over last minute details with the Yamane brothers in regards to the security on the sets, the house, and for one or two outings while we were there for the month. I was starting to doze off when the phone on my desk rang. I reached for it. "Dad, I've got Caleb on line two," Shiro's voice came through. "Okay, I've got it. Thanks son," I said. I detected a note of pride and joy in Shiro's voice when he answered. "You're welcome, Dad. Transferring the call now." The line clicked and the second red light on the phone blinked. I pushed the button and was rewarded with a scream in the background. "Now that's an interesting way to greet your callers," I said. Caleb laughed, his voice coming through the handset. It was the voice of a teen just now becoming a man. I knew from the number of times I've met Caleb he was a really nice guy, even though his appearance can sometimes scare people, especially when he is in his leathers and has a whip on his belt. "Well, I hear through the grapevine that you are flying down here. Your arms must be getting tired," he cracked. I sighed as he roared in laughter once more. As tired as that joke is, it can still get me every time. One of these days, I'll get him. "Yes we are. Got our new masters with us as well," I said, waving to Byron. "What's up?" he called to me. "Pick up the phone next to you and punch up line two. The head ass cracker is on line from the PTA," I told him. Byron roared in laughter as he picked up the phone. I could hear Caleb muttering something as I brought the handset back up to my ear. "Hey boss," Byron said, suddenly all business. "Tell me how things went," Caleb said softly in his no nonsense voice. Byron sat down as I spoke. "I'll let the two of you talk. When Byron is done delivering his report, I'll talk to you once more." I hung up and turned my attention to the papers on my desk. The Yamane brothers assured me they had every thing covered. I believed them, but I still liked to review things and make sure every contingency is covered. I hate having fucking Mr. Murphy popping in unannounced. He is an asshole when he wants to be. That's the truth. We landed in Little Rock right on schedule. I was very impressed with Perkins skills as a pilot and told him so. He just grinned. "Thanks. You're one of the very few who ever said that to me. I do have a suggestion though. Wouldn't it be more practical to have a Huey berthed here in the hangar for the run between here and Peckertown? I know you have a small hangar for the Lear at the small airport in Peckertown," Mike said. I came to a screeching halt on that. Why in hell didn't I think of that? God, I must be blond at times. Doing that would save us time and money. "Shiro please put in a call to Uncle Brick and see what you can do. Mike, you just got your first bonus," I said, slapping his shoulder. [Dad, three vehicles coming in at two 'o clock,] Neil's voice said in my head. I turned to look, and saw a white large truck coming towards us from a distance. I shifted straight into battle mode. "Incoming," I said, and everyone moved automatically, putting the celebrities inside a protective circle. As the vehicles got closer I identified them as Suburbans. I liked the Suburbans. Big, bulky, easy to drive, and strong as shit. My friend on the Secret Service detail for our great President likes them. I had the chance to peek inside the one the President actually rides in and it is absolute luxury to the max, not to mention all the nifty protection devices built in. I decided to get a couple of the Suburbans modified by the same company that does the Presidential ones. Be worth the money and I would feel better about driving our celebrities around. The Suburbans stopped and I raised my H&K nine up to combat ready. The passenger door to the lead truck opened and Duane stepped out. The 15-year-old black kid grinned at me as he walked up to me. "Hey bro, we gotcha. We cool," he said. >From what Zeus told me, Duane had wandered into town six months ago and drifted into Cody's place. While in there, a ten-man brawl broke out. When Whitey and his men showed up, all ten men were lying in the parking lot unconscious and Duane sitting on a stool sipping a cold draft. According to the witnesses Duane waded into the middle of the brawl and started laying them out on the floor with huge haymakers from his ham sized fists. This kid may be small in height, but he was a huge sized kid and he knew how to fight. Zeus asked Brick to run him through a boot camp at a nearby military base and the kid simply left them all in the dirt, even taking down some of the best hand to hand instructors Brick could find. Cody immediately hired him to be his head bouncer. The Yamane brothers offered him a part time job with the Samurai Inc. Peckertown branch. He accepted on the spot and has been there ever since. "Nice to see you," I said, giving him a high five. "Who do you have with you?" Duane turned on his heel and waved to the trucks. They opened up and out came the rest of the pickup crew. I recognized three of them and nodded. They nodded back. Duane turned to Bryan. "Got a cage in the back of the last truck to transport Timmy," he informed him. I glanced over at Timmy and he perked right up at that. I swore his shorts bulged out a bit. Boy was I glad we were here in Arkansas and not Colorado! Anyone hearing that would have called the cops on us right then! As Bryan led Timmy over to the last truck, I helped carry luggage to the Suburbans and watched them get locked into the luggage carriers. Duane made the ride assignments and we into the trucks. Mike would join us later once he got the jet secured. The plan was to do the movie here, and then fly the England group home from Little Rock. I gave Mike the thumbs up as we rolled off. I gave Mike's idea much thought as we got onto the highway for the hour or so ride into Peckertown. It certainly had weight to it. In addition to keeping one or two cars at the farm we owned, we could keep on using the Suburban escort crew as well. They wouldn't have so far to drive and could be called out in moments. The cell rang a moment later and I raised it to my face after looking at the screen. "Blue Balls Milkers," I replied. Every one in the truck roared with laughter. "Farmer Brown's Pecker Farm," Marc Fogel shot back at me. There was even more laughter at that one. I had to smile. "You're getting the hang of this," I said. Marc laughed. "Zeus has been teaching me." I sighed. "One of these days I'll get him good." "You're on the road?" Marc asked, suddenly getting official. "Yes. I figure forty-five minutes, max. Everything a go?" I asked. "Yes. Let's meet tomorrow morning about ten and go over every thing where you're staying. Lots to tell you and your friends about," Marc said. "Any problems?" I asked. "Not a one and our bird friend is married to a huge black guy named Tubby. I hear they met a week ago and hit it off right away," Marc chuckled. I raised my eyebrows. "Really? I'll have to send a wedding gift then. Think the Arkansas Ironbar Hotel would allow a gift pack of dildos to be delivered to the happy couple?" I asked. Marc laughed. "I can find out." "Please do," I said. "I'll call you when we've settled in." "Do you one better? Daniel and I have arranged for dinner to be catered tonight. Company called Barbeque Pleasures. Now I've had great barbeque in New York, Texas, and other places, but these boys have them all beat by a country mile. It's eleven now. I could have them set up by three and ready to serve by five," Marc said. "Go for it," I said. "I take it they've been checked out?" "Top to bottom and everywhere in between," Marc said. I had to laugh. "Knowing you I don't doubt that. See you then." I closed the cell and tucked it into my shirt pocket. Duane grinned. "You in for a treat with those guys, boss. They know barbeque," he said. I was looking forward to it. As we came over the rise, I could see Peckertown spread out before us. Duane grinned and flicked a switch on the dash in front of him. The next thing I heard was the guys talking in the other two trucks. I smiled. "Very nice," I complemented. "You'll have to thank Gizmo for that," Duane smiled. I blinked. "Gizmo?" "Little shrimpy white kid, about nine, got dropped in Peckertown a few months ago. I saved him from some very grabby truckers. Took him home to my place and got him cleaned up. Went to the bathroom to give him a towel and got a look at him and was shocked. He is very short and small for his age, and I could see every bone in his back and torso. Somebody starved him good. I fed him some soup to start, and he sat down at the kitchen table where I was trying to repair a radio. He fiddled with it for a moment and I'll be damned if he didn't get it to work a few moments later. Seems he has a talent for anything electronic. The Yamane brothers got him now. He lives with them and he's a very happy kid now," Duane said. "That's cool," Daniel's voice came through the speakers. "Yup, I think so," Duane replied. We rolled into Peckertown and then the speakers came alive with Daniel, Tom, and Rupert's comments. "This place looks cool," Tom said. "Dude! Check out the right corner over there!" Rupert exclaimed. "Wild! He's getting head!" "Bloody crazy!" Rupert gasped. "Too right!" Daniel exclaimed. I smiled as Duane grinned. The last time we were here we didn't stop long enough to give them a tour of the place. We stayed overnight in the farm and dropped Hugh off at the PTA (Peckertown Training Academy) and then flew out the next morning. This time we were staying for the month it took to shoot this movie. I hoped every thing would go well this time out. I was confident that we'd have an easy time. We got through the town and headed up the road to the Farm. Wang nodded to us as we rolled in the gates and he closed them behind us and went back into the gatehouse. I counted at least a dozen shooters standing on the front porch when we rolled up. Aaron and Haley's personal security crew was there as well. We got out and spent the next hour settling in. Aaron and Haley headed home with their security crew, promising to be back by four. "Swimsuits optional!" I called to them as the Suburban took them up the side road to their house. Rather than having them go out the main gate, I had a series of roads built by the city's construction crew, connecting PTA, their farm, and mine together. Made for better security and the security teams could move around better. I turned and walked into the house behind Duane. There was work to be done. By two 'o clock, everyone was settled in and the security crews were in place. Timmy, Byron, and Bryan had gone back to the PTA to check in. Caleb had called me and informed me the graduation and presentation would take place at three. We were now sitting around relaxing for a bit until we left for the PTA. Daniel, Rupert, and Tom were anxious to get Hugh back and see if there was a difference. I was curious myself. I sipped my customary sake and flipped around the channels to find something to watch and then came across wrestling. Not high school wrestling, but the kind that Hulk Hogan, Rowdy Roddy Piper, and Goldberg do. We watched in amazement as two very well built boys took on each other. The match went back and forth for a few minutes and then the one called Jacker slammed his opponent to the floor and then splashed him for the pin. Duane snorted. "Pussy," he snapped. "I could pin him quicker than that." The other security guys chuckled. Just then the screen door slammed and in came this small boy. He had very pale skin, soft baby blue eyes, long black hair, and a shy smile. He jumped into Duane's lap. "You're back!" he cried, hugging Duane. Duane blushed as the guys twittered. I grinned. "So this is Gizmo," I remarked. Gizmo turned to face me. "Who are you?" he demanded. "My name is David Logan, head of Samurai Inc.," I said. "Duane's told me about you and I am glad to meet you." He certainly had a nice smile. "Yeah, I heard about you. They say you're cool." I grinned. "I try to be. Going to stay for the party?" Gizmo certainly perked up. "Sure am!" "Good. Got your swimsuit?" I asked. Gizmo looked at me like I had lost my mind. "Around here? Who the hell needs one?" That set everyone off as I groaned. Little kid got me good on that one. I held out my hand and he slapped it. "Got me there, Gizmo. Welcome to the company," I said. He grinned at me. "Thanks!" The clock struck the hour and I looked up at it. It was time to go and get Hugh. "Okay, let's go get him," I said. Daniel, Rupert, Tom, and Duane followed me out to the Jeeps parked at the front of the porch. Duane took the wheel of one with Danny taking shotgun seat, Tom and Rupert in back. Shiro took the wheel of the second one with Sammo riding shotgun, Daniel in the back. I took the wheel of a third with Neil riding shotgun. We followed Duane down the private road to the PTA. A kid stepped out of the small guard shack separating the properties and Duane nodded at him. He waved to us as we rolled past. Caleb greeted us as we walked into the main building. The place certainly looked very sharp. "Very nice place," I said. Caleb grinned. "Most of the work was done by the slaves we've trained here so far. Some of them had talents in certain areas that were really appreciated." Daniel turned to Caleb. "Master Caleb, how is Hugh? Is he okay?" "You will see for yourself shortly. Follow me; Master Paulo is waiting for you." The stars groaned not being used to waiting except on the set or studio. It was a short walk to the main building and Caleb led us in. Paulo and Anand stood by each other while Byron and Bryan stood on either side of Hugh. "Hugh," Rupert said but stopped at Paulo's raised hand. Instinctively we stood in a line. "Master Daniel, Master Rupert, and Master Tom, I am proud to inform you that you have passed your classes and tests better than expected. I will present you with your Certificates as well as introductory letters to a few Masters in England," he said. The three teens beamed proudly. "As for Slave Hugh, I now present him to you as a fully trained slave in your service. He has passed everything with an Outstanding in each area, having surpassed my expectations," Paulo announced as the twins brought Hugh up to us. Hugh looked extremely sharp in his brand new slave leathers. He stood straight and tall with a smile on his face. Just to look at him I could tell he had changed quite a bit. "Masters Daniel, Tom, and Rupert, may I show you my brand?" Hugh said. The three teens blinked and turned to Caleb. "I'm sorry, I should have explained. Each slave that graduates from here gets marked with a small upside down teardrop on the inside of his thigh. I attempted to talk Hugh out of it because of his celebrity status but he insisted he get it just like all the other slaves. He handled it very well. He is a very remarkable slave and I wish we had more like him here. Master Benjy wishes to talk to you three about something. What would be a good time for him to call on you?" Caleb asked. "I'll call him and invite him to the barbeque. You, Paulo, Bryan, Byron, and Timmy are invited," I said, "Starts at five." Paulo smiled and bowed. "Much as I would like to accept your gracious invitation, I must pass. Someone has to stay here and keep watch on the slaves currently in residence. I'm sorry to decline." Caleb turned to me. "On the behalf of Byron, Bryan, and Timmy, I accept. We shall be there at five." "Bring your swimsuits," I grinned. Caleb blinked at me. "Surely you jest, good sir. This is Peckertown. We don't need any stinking swimsuits." All of the teens roared in laughter at my expression as I groaned. That was twice I got zapped with that one. One of these days I'll learn. I sighed. "Hugh, may I see your mark?" I asked. Hugh lifted his left leg and proudly displayed it. It was a small one like Caleb had said it was. The other guys crowded around and looked at it. "He certainly earned it," Paulo said. "Here is a two DVD disc set of his training sessions. That should give you an idea of our training methods here." Daniel turned to Caleb and bowed. "Master Caleb, we thank you for your time and efforts in training Slave Hugh." Tom took Hugh's leash in hand. "Good luck to you and the other Masters of the PTA." With that, we took our leave. Five 'o clock rolled around and the other guests arrived. Benjy and Roger were first to arrive. They shook hands with Daniel, Tom, and Rupert while Hugh stood by at attention. Benjy looked him over and approved. "He looks sharp in his leathers," Benjy smiled. "Peckertown's leather master has outdone himself. By the time they leave, Daniel, Rupert, and Tom will have a set of Master's leathers for themselves," I said. "What do you think of that?" Benjy asked Hugh. Hugh turned to look at Tom. Tom nodded. "Answer Master Benjy," he said. Hugh turned back to Benjy. "I think they would look very handsome and cool in them, Master Benjy," Hugh replied, bowing to the boy. Benjy grinned. "Very good answer, slave." Benjy then turned to me. He pulled a tiny Speedo out of his vest pocket and waved it in front of my face. "I brought my Speedos." I sighed as the house echoed with laughter. Zapped again. I'll never learn. Next to arrive was Caleb, Byron, Bryan, and Timmy. They came in and Timmy was introduced to Hugh. Both of the slave boys got along famously. Then it was Marc Fogel and Daniel Jorgenson turn to arrive. "Nice to see you guys again," I said. "Glad you guys are with us," Marc said. "I take it everything is cool?" "It is so far. I hope it stays that way," I said. "You guys can call me by my nickname Lion since there's another Daniel here," Daniel Jorgenson said. "You sure about that?" I asked. "Yes," Lion said. "I'm positive." "We got Hugh back this afternoon. He looks great!" I said. Marc and Lion nodded. "Caleb and Paulo did a great job with him." "It shows," I said. The doorbell rang once more as Marc and Lion headed off to the buffet tables. The house filled up with invited guests and the party got started. Hugh and Timmy were told they didn't have to help serve out the food and drinks, but to be ready to pleasure anyone who asks for it. The evening passed pleasantly, the buffet table getting cleaned off, the swimming pool in use, the games room echoing with the sounds of the pinball machines and the videogames, and eventually Hugh and Timmy were taken to the basement dungeon and played with. Roger took it upon himself to supervise the activity down there and to make sure Hugh and Timmy didn't get hurt. At one point I saw Benjy grinning as he came up from the basement. Lion saw the expression on his face. "Uh oh, little bro's up to something," he said. I grinned. "If it's nine inches and hard, I'll gladly jump on it." Lion sighed. "You would." I grinned and wiggled my eyebrows. "Just don't let Benjy talk you into anything you don't want to do," Lion cautioned. "He gets a little overboard sometimes." I nodded. "I'll be careful." The party continued to about eleven. Caleb left Timmy with us, instructing him to follow our instructions. I watched him help the catering company carry everything back to their trucks. Once everyone was gone and the property was secure, I went up to the master bedroom with Timmy behind me. I would bed him tonight. Hugh was with his masters, Shiro and Sammo were in their own room, Danny sacked out in the hall, Guy Truant had a room, and Neil and Sacha shared another room. Duane crashed on the pull out couch downstairs, and Aaron and Haley were escorted to their house. "Oh very nice," I sighed as Timmy sucked my cock into his throat. This kid had a talent for cock sucking. He also could do things with his ass while getting fucked. I'd get there soon enough. I couldn't wait. Billy Gilman had been watching Duane all evening, and at some point they spent nearly two hours talking to each other. He had been taken with the black teen the moment he saw him. He slipped down the stairs to where Duane was. Duane was relaxing, not quite ready to go to sleep just yet. He turned to see Billy standing there. "Yo, whatcha doing? Can't sleep?" Duane asked. Billy gulped nervously. "Well, I... uh... wanted to know if you wanted to stay with me tonight is all." Duane suddenly understood. "Nice dude like you be wantin' with me?" "I like you. A lot," Billy said. Duane sat up. "Nobody ever said that to me before." "Maybe it's because they didn't take the time to know you like I did tonight when we talked earlier," Billy said. Duane felt something happening inside of him. He reached out to Billy and Billy moved in close and gently kissed him on the mouth. Duane felt feelings explode inside of him and suddenly he recognized what they were. He had fallen in love with the young country singer. He pulled Billy on top of them and they began to kiss each other, tasting each other's mouths, tongues meeting, and mouths sucking on each other's tongues. Billy backed up when the came up for air and he slowly undressed as Duane watched. "You got a nice body," Duane breathed as Billy reached for him. Billy undressed Duane, taking the time to explore the teen's hard muscular body. Both of them fell on the bed and began to make love to each other. Passion took over them and guided them into acts of pleasure. They kissed, licked, sucked, and caressed each other as they worked towards a relieving of the passion. Billy turned into a sixty-nine and took hold of Duane's ten inches and licked the head. Duane threw back his head and moaned out loud. He had never known sex could be this good. The only sex he'd ever known was when the men in the house he'd left behind in New York had used him for their own gratification. But now here was this white boy sucking on his black long hard sausage, giving him pleasure. Duane knew he would never be the same again. He bent his head down to Billy's six inches and gently sucked it in his mouth. Billy shivered and moaned. Duane could feel the vibrations against his cock and he shivered with anticipation of pleasure about to be enjoyed. Both of them sucked each other's cocks. Billy had a goal, and that was to get Duane's entire big black snake up his white ass. He sucked Duane's cock again and again, bringing the black teen to the edge, but not letting him over it. When he sat back on his haunches, he could see the frustration in Duane's eyes. Billy smiled and pushed the teen back onto the bed and then reached for his shorts, revealing the tube of KY. He gently stroked Duane's cock, spreading a light film of the lubricant over the massive cock. Duane suddenly realized what Billy was going to do. "No," he whispered, "I'll tear you up." Billy didn't stop. He used two fingers to lube and stretch him self for the ass fucking he wanted. He straddled Duane's hips as the black teen continued to protest. Billy put a finger on the boy's mouth to silence him. Billy put the head of Duane's cock at his entry and slowly pushed down on it, forcing it up inside of him. Duane couldn't believe it when the head popped right into Billy with ease. Billy moaned and shivered. Billy continued to push down until he had the entire black snake inside of him. "Feels so good," Billy sighed. He relaxed for a moment and then began to ride Duane's cock. The black teen fought to hold off his ejaculation. He wanted to enjoy this white boy ass. Duane let Billy ride him for a bit and then pushed him off and onto his back. He got out of the bed and pulled Billy's ass to the edge and raised his legs. "Now I'm gonna ride your white ass, boy!" Duane whispered. "Oh please!" Billy whimpered. "Ride my white ass! Stuff that black snake up my white boy pussy!" Duane did just that. He pushed himself right into Billy and began fucking him hard. Billy couldn't help it but start his sexual scales as Duane fucked him hard. I could hear him over Timmy's cries while I pounded the slave boy's ass. "Billy's getting some," Rupert giggled as Hugh sucked his cock and Tom grinned, his cock buried deep inside Hugh's ass. Daniel laughed as he stroked himself. Danny was the only eyewitness to the union taking place on the bed. He stroked himself off as Duane unloaded his cum deep inside of Billy. It was the first time Duane ever fucked another boy and he was enjoying it to the max. He knew he would never forget this night, ever. Once he stopped cumming, they collapsed on the bed and went to sleep, Duane's cock still deep inside of Billy. I came down the next morning to find Duane and Billy in the kitchen talking. Both were having coffee as I stumbled in. "Morning boss," Duane said. Billy handed me a cup of coffee and I sipped it. This was good stuff. It certainly opened my eyes. Both teens laughed at my expression. "Somebody like his coffee," Duane commented. "Danny up yet?" Billy asked, getting that silly grin on his face. I heard a noise on the stairs. "Does that answer your question?" Billy calmly filled a cup with coffee, set it on the counter, brought out his cock and began wanking. He closed his eyes and wanked some more. He reached for the cup of coffee and ejaculated right into the cup. The shocked look on Duane's face was enough to crack me up. Billy grinned as he set the cup on the counter and tucked himself away. Danny stumbled into the kitchen and Billy handed him the cup. Duane watched as Danny guzzled the coffee and smiled. "Billy cream!" he grinned as he set down his coffee, "Adds a nice flavor to coffee in the morning." Duane shook his head as the three of us laughed at his reaction. He reached for the cup and sipped it. He nodded as he sampled the taste. "You're right it does add something to the coffee. But I prefer Billy cream in its natural form." Billy grinned as we laughed. "It was kind of obvious when Billy started his sex scales last night," I grinned. Duane looked at Billy with raised eyebrows. "Musical sex scales?" Billy blushed. "Long story." "Well Billy wasn't the only one sounding off last night," Daniel said as he, Rupert, Tom, and Hugh appeared in the kitchen followed by the other teens. Timmy and Hugh both blushed and smiled. Duane shook his head. "You homies just too much." We laughed again as Timmy set cups of coffee on the counter. I noticed a serious look crossing Duane's face and motioned for the others to be quiet for a moment. Duane looked up at Billy and then took his hand and pulled him around the counter. "Last night was the first time I ever experienced sex for what it is. I'm having a hard time trying to describe what I felt. I want to thank you for last night," he said. "You changed my life for good." Billy smiled and gave him a peck on the lips. "Don't try to describe what you felt. You'll never find the right word for it. Just know that you experienced something wonderful. I was glad to have helped you discover it." "Who's protecting you?" Duane asked. That I hadn't thought of. "You are, Duane. I forgot to tell you last night. Thanks for reminding me," I said quickly, covering up my mistake. "I'll assign you and Billy to a room upstairs and pull in another guy to cover the ground floor." "Little Eagle," Duane quickly said. "Little Eagle?" I asked. Duane nodded. "He's an Indian kid from the Cherokee Tribes. His handle is Little Eagle. Story is that when he was a baby a bald Eagle landed on a rock over him and dropped an Eagle feather on his chest. The tribe shaman took that to mean the Great Spirit had blessed him with great power. Then the tribe disowned him when he was caught sucking the Shaman's cock. He got away but the Shaman wasn't so lucky. He came here and settled down in his teepee on the banks of Peckerwood Lake. The sheriff brought him in and he was the one who nailed the Terror Twins a week after that. Fastest bow shooting I'd ever seen." "He's on the payroll?" I asked. Duane grinned. "Let's just say that the Yamane Brothers made him an offer he didn't turn down. He's a permanent part of the security team on all three properties. Prefers living in his teepee. The one he had wasn't going to last long, so Elijah Jorgenson sent emissaries to the Cherokee Nation. They knew of Little Eagle's situation and the Great Chief came to visit him. When they left he had a brand new teepee twice the size of the one he had, was declared a man and a warrior, and told he would always be welcome in the Cherokee Nation." "Go get him," I told him. Duane nodded. "Billy and I already ate. We'd like to go use the shower in Billy's room and then go bring him in." "Permission granted," I said. Shiro grinned. "I'd like to match my skills against his." "Friendly match," I said. "Of course," Shiro grinned. I looked around. "Okay, we got quite a bit to do this morning. Let's get everybody fed and watered, and then get the large conference room set up. We got a big meeting going down around eleven, so let's get busy." By the time eleven 'o clock struck the conference room was filled with everyone involved with the movie. Guy and I looked around as everyone found a place to sit or stand. I nodded to Tim, the kid who had been lucky to shoot the union between Aaron and Haley in the first ever movie shoot here. He smiled at me and I saw him squeeze the hand of a Chinese boy next to him. So he had found love. I smiled back, nodding at him. "Okay, is everybody here that needs to be?" Guy called above the noise. People got quiet and turned to Guy. He sipped some coffee and set it down. "Okay, it goes like this. The actual filming will be done over a month. We've got a good budget to work with so we can afford to slow down and take our time with this. There are no real special effects to deal except for the stunt sequences, and Dustin from Powersound is doing the sound effects. Thanks Dustin," he said to the applause in the room as Dustin grinned. "A big hand to Daniel, Rupert, Tom, Hugh, Haley, and Billy for writing a much better script," Guy continued. They took a bow from the people in the room as they were cheered. "Thanks to Billy and Aaron for coming up with songs for the movie," Guy nodded to them as the applause continued. "Cheers to Powersound for creating a winning soundtrack," Guy smiled. Yoshi stood up. "Not done yet, chief. Need to lock up Billy and Aaron in our studio for a recording session. We did get their suggestions and worked out something." "That can be arranged," Guy grinned. There was laughter around the room as Billy and Aaron grinned. "Now on to business. The modified script will be in everyone's hands by the end of the day. The principals will do a one-week rehearsal, due to the fact that they wrote the damn thing themselves. Then it starts for real. My great concern is some of the locations in which we will be shooting. You all know that Samurai Inc. is responsible for the safety of the actors involved. Everybody that is to be working on this movie will be issued picture ID's with name, company name, and job title on it. I will ask everyone to aid in the security effort by looking out for anything unusual and reporting it immediately, no matter how insignificant it is. Now I would like to hear reports from the other departments," Guy said as he sat down. I paid attention as well, making notes on a pad in front of me. The meeting took about an hour and when it was done everyone left and the work got started. The actors planned their rehearsals, asking Powersound when they would need Billy and Aaron. It was decided to have them report to the Powersound studio in the early evenings for the recording sessions after the daily rehearsals. That worked fine for me. I'd have Sacha, Duane, and Wang (turns out he was available after all, thank God) cover their three principals to the Powersound studios with two backups and a driver. Tom, Rupert, and Daniel would relax and play with Hugh in the evenings. That was the plan for the rehearsal week. The real stress would start when the actual filming would. I decided to take Shiro and Neil out to scout out the five locations that we would be shooting at, including the high school. That took us most of the day to do and we went to a pizza place we were told was great. Meeting Peckertown's first man/boy married couple was an experience. Wayne was a very good-looking young man and Dan was just as nice. We sat down and talked for close to an hour and left with a much better understanding of their love. I suggested the place to Guy as one of the places to shoot at and we did end up using it, having one hell of a food fight in the process. That was fun. When we got back to the house, Duane and Gizmo was there with a tall, very slim teen. He looked very Native American in his dress, manners, and facial features. Even though he was relaxed, I could tell he was ready to react at the first sign of danger. "Logan, this is Little Eagle. Little Eagle, this is David Logan, the head of Samurai Inc.," Duane made the introductions. The teen smiled. "It's nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you and the company. Thank you for inviting me to be a part of the company and for allowing me to live on the land. I formally invite you to come to my tent and smoke a peace pipe with me." I nodded. "I would be honored. These are two of my sons, Shiro and Neil." We shook hands all around and then sat down. "Due to a change in assignments, I would like to have you here in the house to secure the ground level from the inside at night. Would you have any problem sleeping here on the pull out bed on the couch?" I asked. "Be glad to do it. I like the Harry Potter actors and have wanted to meet them," Little Eagle said. I turned to see Daniel, Rupert, and Tom coming up from the basement with Hugh behind Tom. I grinned as I turned back to Little Eagle. "Well, here's your chance," I said. I introduced each of them to Little Eagle and they shook his hand. Little Eagle saw Hugh in his slave leathers and didn't ask. Good. He obviously wasn't bothered with the sight. They drifted off into the playroom and started talking. As I turned to say something to Shiro, the front door opened and one of the Yamane Brothers walked in. "Dude at gate, claims to be Hound Dog Perkins," Yan informed me. I walked out and got into the jeep with Yan and a driver and we went to the front gate. Sure enough it was Perkins. "Hey, what took you so long?" I asked, suddenly realizing he hadn't checked in last night. "Big fucking snafu at the airport. Assholes gave me a hard time about the jet, so I had to get a larger hangar for the bird. Our buddy Brick showed up and took care of the situation. We got no more problems with them. He even told me to tell you that you'll have your bird by the time you leave. I stopped at the Peckertown airport and checked our hangar there. It's very secure, and plenty of space for the bird to sleep in," he reported as we drove beck up to the house. "Thanks for fixing the problem," I said. "No problem," Mike replied. The evening passed quietly, everyone relaxing and talking quietly. Wang had some of his massage boys come over and set up a few tables for anyone who wanted a bath and massage. A few of us took advantage of the massage boys and it was a very enjoyable experience, especially for the first timers like Guy, Little Eagle, Daniel, Rupert, Tom, and Billy. We all retired to our assigned rooms one by one until Little Eagle, Duane, Billy, and Gizmo were left in the living room. Mike had taken Timmy in for his pleasure that evening. I had gone to bed alone. I didn't mind. Once in a great while I like to sleep alone. Besides I needed my sleep. Tomorrow would be a long day. As the clock struck eleven, Duane and Billy went up to bed in the room Billy was assigned to. Little Eagle and Gizmo decided to share the couch. Gizmo was only nine years old, and he was looking forward to his tenth birthday when he could start having sex with the blessings of his absent parents. They had dropped him off in Peckertown as Duane had said and signed away their rights in front of the sheriff and then signed a document giving Gizmo permission "to be a fag boy" at age ten according to the sheriff. Whitey told me later he wished he could have run them in for the way they treated him. The Arkansas Samurai Inc. crew took the kid under their protective wing after he demonstrated his electronics talent. What shocked me was that he had no formal training. What he learned of electronics came from books he found at the Peckertown library. Sometime during the night I woke up and went down to the kitchen for a glass of water. I found Gizmo curled up, spooned into Little Eagle. Little Eagle had an arm around the boy. Something told me Gizmo found his protector. They have been together ever since. Benjy came to see me the next afternoon while everyone was doing their thing. We sat within sight of the rehearsing actors and talked. "Caleb said some very interesting things about Hugh," Benjy began. Now I was interested. "What would that be?" Benjy explained that one evening during a training session Hugh had been strung up from the ceiling and was getting whipped. Hugh then demonstrated his amazing ejaculating skills. "Each time he'd get the whip across his ass he'd thrust his hips forward, lean his head back, moan out loud, and shoot a stream of his cum across the floor. He did that six times every time they did a whipping session on him," Benjy said. "Daniel told me one time they had Hugh strung up inside the Gryffindor Tower set and whipped his ass with a leather belt and Hugh did exactly that," I said. "That's a rare talent for a slave to do that," Benjy said. "Do you know what kind of money people would pay to see that?" I looked over at Benjy. "If you are asking what I think you are asking that should be between you and his masters." Benjy nodded. "I know. I intend to ask them. I wanted your opinion first." I nodded. "I appreciate your asking me. Do I think it's hot? Yes. Do I think it would be a hell of a showstopper? I think so. Is it risky? Yes, from the moment you lead him out. He's be outed just like that." Benjy dropped a leather item in my lap. I picked it up and examined it. It was a full head mask, designed to cover the head and face completely. The only thing showing was the nose holes. I nodded. Benjy was showing me this to show that he understood the identity problem and was offering a solution. "We call him slave on the stage the entire time. We show him every Saturday night at the nine o' clock show until he leaves. I'll pay his masters well, and he keeps the tips. Uncle at the bank will convert them to English currency, no problem there," Benjy said as he sipped his soda. I scratched my chin. "There's the security angle." "You call the shots on that," Benjy said. I sighed. "You need to ask his masters." The guys sat down around the table in the barn area during a break in the rehearsal to listen to Benjy's proposal. Daniel called Hugh over and fitted the leather mask to his head. It fir perfectly and there was no way anyone could identify him. They agreed to the Saturday night show, which would give him a chance to heal up all of Sunday before the filming. If necessary, makeup could very easily cover the welts. The security issue was settled, having a number of the security crew positioned around the back of the stage just in case. Hugh was trembling in excitement. Benjy turned to him. "Does knowing you are going to be whipped in front of an audience excite you slave?" Benjy asked. Hugh looked at Daniel. "Answer Master Benjy slave," Daniel ordered. "Yes Master Benjy. It sounds so fucking hot I'm practically cumming in my shorts just thinking about it," Hugh replied. All of us laughed and clapped Hugh on the shoulders. Benjy grinned. "You are not the first to say that, slave. All of the other slaves share your enthusiasm," Benjy grinned. "We will use the hand signals you learned." "Yes sir, Master!" Hugh snapped to attention. Benjy turned to Tom, Rupert, and Daniel. "Such a good slave. He turned out well." "Paulo and Caleb did an outstanding job on him," Tom said. Benjy grinned. "They were my best men. I am glad to have them at the PTA. This coming Saturday then?" Daniel, Tom, and Rupert looked at each other and nodded. "He'll be there." Hugh became a sensation after that first Saturday night show. Things were going well at this point and I was tempted to relax and not worry. That's the time Mr. Fucking Murphy makes his appearance and fucks something up. I wasn't about to let my guard down at all. The rehearsal week went by with no problems. The plans were laid for the five, six shooting locations with two backup plans to the main plan. I liked covering my bases. It was Sunday evening and I was relaxing in my recliner listening to the sounds in the house. Duane and Billy were in their room upstairs, Timmy and Hugh were in the kitchen planning the week's menus, Shiro and Little Eagle were in the living room discussing archery, and the rest of the guys were in the pool area whooping it up. I heard Billy beginning his sexual scales and let my imagination run wild. Shiro and Little Eagle grinned. They knew what the score was with those two. Duane worked his black snake slowly into Billy's ass as the young country singer verbalized his pleasure at getting fucked. Duane growled as he sank his big black snake into Billy. "Yeah... love your white ass... so tight on my black snake... feels fucking good, boy!" Duane grunted as he pushed himself deep into Billy. Billy kept on crying out his passion, as he got royally stuffed. He went from soft to the loudest note he could manage and back to soft again, changing pitch every few seconds. Duane finally got inside Billy and took him by the hips and leaned forward, his torso lying over Billy's bare back. "Gonna fuck you now, white boy. Gonna feed your hungry ass my big black cock. Gonna shoot my man juice in your tight pussy," Duane whispered into Billy's ear. Billy shivered in anticipation of the fucking he was about to get. "Yeah...fuck my pussy... shove that big black cock up my white ass... dump you juice in me." As Duane began fucking Billy, Hugh was on his hands and knees serving Rupert and Tom while Little Eagle sucked off Daniel. Before long I could hear the others out in the enclosed pool area getting hot and horny. I dropped my shorts and went in search of boy ass to fuck. Wang met me at the kitchen door and led me back to the living room. He dropped on his knees and started sucking my cock. I lie back on the carpet and let myself go. All around me the sounds and smells of sex was getting me high. I could hear Billy vocalizing as Duane rode his ass. I could hear Tom grunting as he fucked Hugh and heard Rupert whispering to Hugh, encouraging him to suck fast and hard. I turned my head to see Gizmo fisting himself. The nine year old was just as horny and hot as we were. In my mind a plan for his tenth birthday began to take shape. All I needed was to talk to the others after running the idea past Little Eagle first. Those two were so close together it seemed to me they had bonded together. Wang suddenly stopped sucking me and moved, straddling my hips. I looked up at him and he smiled. He took my cock in hand and sat down on it. I felt my cock open him up and slide in. He began fucking him self on my cock. Suddenly I heard Billy hit high C and knew he had gotten off. Duane wouldn't be too far behind. "Here it comes! Gonna fill up your white ass with my cum!" Duane yelled as he fucked Billy hard and fast. Billy felt the teen's cock moving rapidly inside of him and then felt the cock swell up just a bit as Duane yelled. Duane shot his load deep into Billy just as Tom fired his own load into Hugh's ass. Rupert giggled and shot his load down Hugh's throat. Daniel hit his breaking point and unloaded down Little Eagle's throat as Little Eagle fired his Indian juice down Daniel's throat. The sounds of sex died down as everyone got off. I got to my feet and took Wang by the hand and led him to my room. He spent the entire month in my bed, pleasing me. Wang was truly a joy to pleasure. Monday morning dawned bright and clear. Wang was sitting at the edge of my bed with a cup of coffee in his hands. I smiled as I took it from him and took my first sip. That went down nice and hot. "Thank you, Wang. I appreciate it," I smiled. He smiled. "You're welcome. See you downstairs." As he opened the door I could hear someone in the hall walking past. I stretched and felt things pop in my back and shoulders as I trudged to the shower. Twenty minutes later I was down in the kitchen fully dressed and ready to go. Today's film work would be done in the sets at the Little Acorns studios. I liked the name. It gave the Peckertown film company a sense of respectability. I had heard there were a few arguments over the name until Marc Fogel stepped in and mediated the dispute. I looked at the film schedule and noticed we would be in there for about a week, and then would shoot the outside stuff over the next week, provided the weather cooperated. I looked out the window to see blue sky and a few white clouds. Little Eagle walked into the kitchen. "Logan? The drivers and the trucks are ready to go. We've got people spread out over the route just in case of anything," he said. I smiled. "Good work. We should be ready by nine," I said, looking at my SEAL dive watch, noting the time. I turned to see Daniel, Rupert, Tom, and Hugh coming down the stairs. Hugh was dressed normally and he had a smaller collar around his neck. "How are you this morning, Hugh?" I asked. Hugh stopped for a moment. "I feel really good, sir. Nothing is hurting. Wang's salve sure works. I hope my masters will get plenty of it before we go home." Wang looked up. "Count on it." My cell rang. "The Chicken Coop," I answered. "Chicken Hawk Love Association," Lion's voice came through. I had to chuckle, "Very good, Lion." I heard Marc laugh from the other end as I finished my coffee. "I take it we are all set over there?" I asked. "Every thing looked normal on the drive over and a few of our street sources say there're no unusual people nosing around," Lion said. "Good. Let's hope it stays that way," I said. "You and me both," Lion said. "My Father is keeping his fingers crossed. The Harry Potter boys are very hot property you know." "I know. That's why the extra security. The movie with Aaron and Haley was a groundbreaking event and it paid off big time. I think this one will do the same," I said. "We'll see you on the set," Lion said and then hung up. I closed my cell and looked over at the guys just finishing their breakfast. "Gentlemen, it's time to rock." We climbed into the Suburbans and left the farm, picking up our lead car and rear cars. The drive through the streets went without incident until we got to the front gates of the studios. There was a respectable crowd out front with their signs and banners. Once we were inside the chain link fence, we got out and allowed the crowd to greet the stars. All of them worked the crowd for a half hour and then went back to the trucks to ride into the studios proper. "That went well," Daniel grinned. I sighed in relief. "I agree. The Harry Potter fans in Peckertown are very well organized and respectful, but sometime there is the occasional obnoxious idiot." "Oy, we've encountered a few of them," Rupert sighed. "No shit," Tom's voice came through the intercom on the ceiling of the Suburban. "They really piss me off, especially when they shove the younger kids aside." I heard Hugh sigh. "I really wanted to punch out that one two months ago in Yorkshire." "You and me both Hugh," Tom said. "Sure glad that bobby beat us to it." For those of you who might not know, bobby is English slang for cop. We rolled up to the studio door and stopped. Lion walked out with a few of the security guys behind him. I shook his hand as we got out and walked in. "Every thing is secure here," he reported. "Let's get to work." We did get to work. The first day's filming went perfectly. The basic story went like this. Daniel, Hugh, Tom, and Rupert played four friends from England. They are here on a student exchange from their boarding school in England. During their adventures exploring Peckertown, they each discover and accept they are gay, and come out to each other. They pair off, Daniel with Tom and Hugh with Rupert. Aaron and Haley is a gay couple who board them at their house. Billy is the next door neighbor. There would be some sex scenes in this movie. I posed the question to Daniel, Tom, Rupert, and Hugh if they were ready for the world to know they were gay. "We aren't going to hide anymore," was Daniel's answer. "We we're planning on coming out during the interview with the press." The press conference went better than expected. They became the hot news item for the rest of the time they were here. To their surprise, quite a few of the other kid actors from the Harry Potter movies came out as well. Naturally there were more than a few words of condemnation, but those voices faded out as more teens came out. This movie would become another landmark film and help more kids to understand themselves. The rest of the month passed with no problems. It was just another movie shoot, with plenty of sex on the side. The only thing out of the ordinary was Hugh's performance every Saturday night at the Little Leather Club. The stage lights would come up with a large square frame at the edge of the stage. Benjy would stroll on, leading a masked Hugh behind him. Then he would restrain Hugh to the frame in an X, and then remove the collar. He would start to whip Hugh slowly, one lash at a time. Hugh used his acting skills to really put on a performance until he got to his breaking point. The stage would slowly move to the right side, and then Benjy would give him one right across the ass. Hugh would let his head go back, thrust his hips forward, moan out loud, and then fire a load out on the men in the front row. The stage would rotate to the front, Benjy cracked him once more, and Hugh would repeat the act, shooting on the men center stage. Then the stage moved to the left stage and they would do it once more. Hugh would manage to cum at least six times. The final show Hugh crawled onto the stage instead of being led, kissed Benjy's feet, and got into position. After the whipping and the comes, Hugh got on hands and knees, pulled Benjy's tight Lycra biker shorts down, and deep throated Benjy's impressive ten inches. Benjy came all over Hugh and then pushed him onto his back, wrapped the whip around the boy's cock, and wanked him off to a very impressive cum. Naturally Hugh used his acting skills to play it up. That brought down the house. Of course there were the trips to the Big Lick. The Olsen triplets put on one hell of a show as always, this time pretending to be wizards and using their cocks for wands. That had Daniel Tom, Rupert, and Hugh rolling on the floor. They even made an appearance at a Powersound show in Little Rock and that went over well. The wrap up party was also a hit, something I don't think I'd forget. It turned out to be Gizmo's birthday as well. We kept him in the dark until the last second, and then after we surprised the hell out of him, we put him in a chair, lifted him in the air, and carried him around the pool and put him in the honored guest's position. That started the party. After Barbeque Pleasures had served out the dinner, we bought out a bench and then told him we would have a go at his ass. "I want Little Eagle to be my first. I want him to take my virginity," Gizmo said. Little Eagle gently kissed him, led him to the bench, tenderly strapped him down, and made him ready. Little Eagle was gentle with him, fucking Gizmo and giving the boy his greatest heart's desire. After seeing that, everyone agreed it would be poor taste to gang bang him. Little Eagle then released Gizmo from the bench, kissed him, and then carried him up the stairs. They were not seen again for the rest of the night. From there things got wild. The enclosed pool got plenty of use, couples spread out around the house and the pool, and there was plenty of action to watch and participate in if one desired to. Wang entertained me all night long. That kid can please! Duane was in the far corner, working Billy's ass with his big black cock. He was definitely hooked on Billy. Billy was getting into it, enjoying Duane's cock in his ass. Hugh was busy blowing Daniel while Tom was working his cock in and out of the boy's ass. Marc Fogel and Lion were lying on a lounger, making goo goo eyes at each other. If there ever were two people who truly deserved each other, it was them. I knew they were happy together. Shiro and Sammo looked like they were permanently lip locked. I watched them make sweet love to each other. Rupert was getting his cock sucked as Mike nailed Timmy's ass. Danny was getting a round robin from four boys. I don't think I'll ever see him that happy again. Sacha and Neil were sixty-nining on the raft in the middle of the pool. I watched their bodies shiver and knew they had cum in each other's mouths. To watch all these men and boys enjoying each other's bodies made me feel so hot. I sighed as Wang slowly brought me off. "How about you and I go to bed and be private," I whispered into his ear. Wang smiled at that. I took his hand and led him up to my room while the orgy by the pool continued. We made sweet tender love to each other all night long, finally falling asleep around three in the morning. The next morning everyone was very subdued. Lots of coffee was served, and a few of the guys smiled to the other knowingly. There was no doubt in my mind what that was about. Little Eagle led Gizmo down the stairs around eleven. Gizmo was dressed in genuine Cherokee Indian clothes. It was obvious that the two had made a commitment to each other during the night and it warmed my heart to see them so in love with each other. All of the guys stood up and gave them a round of applause as they tenderly kissed each other. I could feel the love between them and it moved me more than I could say. The power of love is a mighty power. It can and does change lives. I knew they would be together for a very long time. It was their destiny to meet, fall in love, and be joined together, just as it was for Marc and Daniel, Shiro and Sammo, and Aaron and Haley. That's what love is all about. ************************************************************************ Samurai Inc. 23 "Neil Alone" The team takes the English group home. Neil heads to New York to meet Macaulay Culkin who hires him to protect his brother Rory after Neil proves his talents. All hell breaks loose at a talk show. Neil battles a mysterious person who wants Rory. Surprises, thrills, and chills abound in this one!