Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2005 14:56:33 +0000 From: Jenko Jenkinson Subject: Daddy's Little Agent - PART I --- WARNINGS --- This story contains adult material and gay sex between hot men and some spies. Also there is an incest theme creeping through and also the main character likes to be role-played with as a young boy, although he is actually 21. Story can get in the way so just feel free to browse until you get to the sex. More sex probably coming in the next installment when we have the story set up. --- END OF WARNINGS --- ONE As Anthony Jenkinson absent-mindedly tapped his forehead with the blunt end of his pen, he glared at the screen. "Establishing connection to FrancBank. Please hold." There were many things the 21 year old could do well, but `hold' was not one of them. He meandered across the open-plan office and poured himself a water. His boss, Jill Fury, head of Customer Services at the prestigious McGlynn Bank, pounced on him at the watering hole. Her Irish screechy voice was unmistakable. "Tony, Tony, Tony..." she mused, "What are we doing today? It's eleven thirty and I don't seem to have the Customer Satisfaction Survey on my desktop which means that you haven't prepared it yet." Anthony could just about manage a whining sound which was immediately cut short by the reopening of those preposterously red lips. "We all have to work together," she continued, primping her blond hair with her fingers, "If we want to achieve our targets this quarter." With a pout and a cloud of mid-range perfume, she disappeared into the ether. The black screen was still there when Anthony returned to his desk. "Please hold." Anthony- or Jenko as he was more informally known- played with his short dark hair and waited for the connection to the bank's French sister company to be established. There were so many security protocols and safety interlocks now that this process could take all day. The phone rang and flashed on the Customer Services line. Anthony jumped back. He only received calls when the other lines were busy, and they were never all busy. "Good morning, McGlynn bank, Customer Services Department, Anthony speaking." A distorted electronic voice boomed through the receiver. "Don't speak. The reason you can't connect to the server at the moment is that there is a device planted on the back of your computer." Anthony instinctively looked left and right, and feeling the immediate effects of adrenaline, reached out to the hefty security procedures manual which was, as the company put it, "within arms length of any employee". "Do not move. You will not initiate any security procedures or you will be killed. I am here to help you, Mr Jenkinson." "Who the hell are you?" Jenko whispered, surprised at his own reaction. "That is not important. You must remove the device immediately and bring it to us for a controlled detonation. The device is rigged with explosives and will detonate if and when your computer connects to the FrancBank mainframe. Not before, however, it downloads all the information it needs and transmits it to a dangerous organisation." "This call is being recorded. I'm going to have to report this immediately to security." "If you attempt to remove the device without my help, the building and everyone in it will be destroyed in a matter of seconds. If you deviate from what I tell you, I will hang up and you will never know how to safely remove the device." Anthony knew that this call was _not_ being recorded, and for some reason he immediately guessed that his terminal had been chosen specifically for this reason. It was the only line on this office level not connected to the direct Customer Services line and so the higher authorities decided that, being unimportant, the computer records should not be clogged up with `useless' internal chat. How wrong they had been! Anthony carefully tapped his Pocket PC to turn it on, and then tapped the Record button on the side. Using miniscule movements, he switched his headphone into the microphone socket and put the earpiece in his ear so that the whole conversation would be recorded. "Ok. Now tell me how to remove the device." "You must firstly edit your connection from FrancBank to this location..." The male voice quickly dictated some numbers. "Done. Do I connect now?" Jenko's voice was becoming audibly shaken. "Yes. This will fool the device into thinking that you are connected. In reality you are connected to another computer which is with me. I have set the connection speed to be very low so that will buy you time to remove the device." The voice, although heavily disguised, sounded relieved that the first part had been successful. "Are you FBI?" "I cannot reveal my designation. Now, to remove the device, you must press all three buttons at the same time. The buttons are recessed. You need a thin tool, like a paperclip, in each recess. Do you have paperclips within reach?" "What, in this paperless office? We have millions." Anthony grabbed three paperclips and set about straightening them. The adrenaline was still pumping, but as he forced himself to concentrate on making the tools, he felt something else instead of the fear -- excitement. "Ok, I have got the paperclips ready. Now what?" "Don't touch the device yet." "I haven't even seen it yet!" Anthony could feel the sweat on his forehead beginning to accumulate, and subconsciously worried that his hair would go flat. "You also need to bridge a connection on the outside of the device. You need to press all three buttons and bridge the connection. There are three exposed metal pins near the buttons. You must only bridge two of them. You must bridge the..." All hell broke loose on the other end of the line. Anthony could here a strange loud metallic sound, then a very muted distorted voice. Oh Shit. "Can you here me? Hello!" Nothing. Anthony looked around the office, everyone was acting in a horrifically mundane way. 'Right.' He bent another paper clip straight, then doubled it over. This could be used as the connection as it does conduct electricity, right? He got up, and hovered round to the back of his computer. When no-one was looking, which was immediately, he kneeled down to find the device. It was there. It looked like a spider- a black oblong, about the size of a mobile phone, with six black `legs' supporting it on the back of the computer's communication ports. He could see an ominous green light pulsing quickly, like the hypnotic lights on his wireless network server in his flat. How he wished he had called a sickie today and spent the day eating pizza, webchatting and wanking to extreme gay porn! He found the three recesses with ease, and balanced the paperclips in them. He then saw the pins. All three were identical. 'What the fuck am I going to do?' "Tony." Jill's voice slashed through Anthony's mind and caused him to jolt. His involuntary movement knocked one of the black `legs' away. "Report. Now. Or else. I could always promote Keith and re-deploy you elsewhere if you can't cope, you know." "Ok Jill. Yep, getting right on it." Jenko even forced a smile. Jill was visibly alarmed by this, but continued on her journey of annoyance. Looking back at the device, the green light had been replaced by a two-digit LED, which read `24'. It was, as he had expected, counting down by the second. 'I'm not going to be a hero and wait until 2 seconds to do this.' He pushed in all three paperclips, held them in place with the palm of his hand, causing two of them to painfully enter his skin, and bridged the leftmost and rightmost connections. '13... 12... 11...' Nothing was happening! The countdown was still progressing. `05... 04... 03...' Anthony pushed the pins in with as much force as he could muster, squeezing the pins further into his hand. Droplets of blood began to appear. '02... 01...' Figuratively speaking, Anthony Jenkinson's brain collapsed within that last second. His whole life seemed to appear to him as suspended glowing pictures in an ultraviolet museum. He spent a few hours looking around, then returned from his second-long daydream to face the final digit. '00.' The display stopped. No explosion. Anthony grasped the device and yanked it off the legs, dumping it unceremoniously into his waste paper bin. He picked off the remaining legs and disposed of them too. He laughed. Laughed! 'I'm hysterical now.' Dealing with the feelings he had only felt once before -- the hour after he had written-off his previous car and was angry at himself and happy that he was alive and guilty and remorseful and scared and invigorated, he scooped up the transparent rubbish bag, which was empty apart from the device, grabbed his Pocket PC, and reached out to switch off his terminal. The screen was still black. He read the message as he pushed the bag into his Nike backpack, and fumbled to put his PC into his jacket pocket. "Connection slow. Please hold." "Hold my ass," Jenko exclaimed out loud, and snapped off the power. "I'm going for an early lunch," he said casually as he walked straight past Jill, "your report will have to wait- technical difficulties." On the way out, in the plush reception area, he made a call. "Hi. Are you okay to meet? I really need it after the morning I've had. See you in about fifteen minutes then Dad. Not here! Okay. I love you Daddy -- see, said it! Now let me get to my car. Ok. See you in a min." TWO Jenko's shaved balls were Mr. Gentleman's favourite part of him. The middle-aged man lapped at the bulbous sac like a greedy dog, as Jenko watched the great older/younger porn movie on-screen and wanked slowly. "Do you want Daddy to fuck you now?" came the gruff vibrations from Jenko's nutsack. "Oh yeah, dad." Jenko bent backward on Mr. Gentleman's bed and exposed his hairless asshole, already slightly open and ready for daddy-dick. He felt the tip of the huge cock stretch his ring, and blood gushed to his already-hard penis. The sensation was immense, and Jenko could not touch his cock without fear of exploding all over his chest. Mr. Gentleman was groaning and breathing heavily as he pumped into the tanned boy's ass. "Let daddy fuck you... good little boy... ah, daddy wants to come in you, son..." Jenko was as high on the words as the actions. "Please daddy... oh I love you dad... fuck me daddy!" He was screaming the words as usual, and as usual Mr. Gentleman put his finger to the boy's mouth. "We don't want mummy to hear, she's downstairs." Jenko took the masculine finger into his mouth and sucked like a baby. He grinned at the role play, knowing that there was no mummy downstairs, but Mr. Gentleman did not want the neighbours -- who were definitely real -- to hear. With a few more hot strokes, Mr. Gentleman was unloading his spunk into Jenko's boy-ass while tonguing his mouth and whispering, "Good boy, daddy loves you... Oh fuck, I love you boy." Whilst clearing up, Mr. Gentleman grabbed Jenko's left hand and examined it. Jenko, too, looked at his own palm and inspected the three puncture wounds. "What happened?" "Oh, just an accident at work." "Let me see. Oh, does it hurt? I know I'm not a GP, but I _am_ a surgeon and I need to be sure that you are going to be okay." After Mr. Gentleman had applied a small bandage around Jenko's palm, they kissed and Jenko went to the door. "Same time next week? I'm running out of excuses to get away from work, but it is so worth it, daddy." Mr. Gentleman just chuckled and nodded. After waving good-bye, Jenko walked for a few roads into the `rough end' where he had parked his car, and was instantly reminded of what he had left in it. THREE The car was a mess, completely undrivable. All the windows in the little runaround had been smashed, and the radio had been stolen. Along, of course, with the rubbish bag and the bomb-device. He had left his rucksack on the back seat for all to see, in this neighbourhood. How could I have been so stupid! A black cab was just turning the corner of the street and was driving rather slowly. The driver, a handsome 40-something was peering out at Jenko, seemingly looking him up and down. "You want a ride? I think you need one." The man's smile was comforting. "Yes, I think I do too." Jenko climbed in, gave the address then took out his computer to look up the number of his car accident company. After his rather embarrassed call, Jenko noticed that the driver was taking the long route. "Hey, you can get to my house by the main road," he shouted through the mesh. "That road's closed at the moment." came the instant reply. After a few moments, the driver began the customary Smalltalk. "I like your computer; I think I should get one, what model is it?" "It's only a cheap one, but it's got GPRS and wireless and all that." Anthony deliberately made himself sound non-plussed about his severely customised pride and joy, as he found that many people read `geekiness' as a brush-off. The cab picked up speed, and Jenko knew this time that it was headed in the wrong direction. "Look, I need to get home now, okay? I'll direct you street-by-street if you don't know the way." "Hold on, I'm getting there." The driver's voice was this time more focussed and dark. The cab swerved left and entered a garage which seemed pitch black in contrast with the midday sun, and with a keyfob the driver closed the door behind them. The cab was illuminated from the inside and so Jenko's world was seemingly shrunk down to fit into the vehicle. The driver turned around in his seat and exposed a big, throbbing cock. Jenko immediately got hard again, and took off his jacket. He had never had sex in the back of a black cab before, and had only once sucked off a taxi driver in a normal car. The driver got out of the front and took off his trousers, pants and shoes and got into the rear of the cab with just a shirt and tie, and of course his driver's hat. Jenko pulled down his suit trousers and boxers quickly and exposed his still-lubed and open hole. The driver immediately mounted the boy, and started to inch in his big cock towards the tight boy-glove within. After a few more pushes, he was in up to the hilt. The driver grabbed Jenko's tie and pulled his neck backward. As he slow-fucked the boy, he groaned and started to shake. "I wish you were in school uniform, god I'd love to see you in a school tie and with a school bag, or in a sports kit with a football..." "Oh yeah, I could arrange that," Jenko moaned, feeling the immense cock slide up his ass, lubed by the cum from his `daddy' half an hour before. The driver was pulling up his own shirt and pushing his tie to the side so that he could get a better view of his deep penetration. The boy beneath him looked so innocent, yet was meeting his thrusts each time. "Oh, fuck", the driver yelled, "Oh yes, I'm gonna cum in you!" "Come on, man, let rip in me you dirty boy-fucker!" The words lingered in the air for a while, then came a huge gasp, and man cum was being blown into Jenko's ass like never before. "Oh yeah, I'm a boy fucker!" the driver was shouting, his voice shaken by his immense orgasm. Jenko let go too, and streams of cum blasted out of his boyish dick onto the cab seat's upholstery. They cleaned up, and the driver got back into the front seat, although he did not start the engine. "God, I needed that, you little perv!" The driver said as he winked though the rearview mirror. "That's why this won't be easy." Jenko came face to face with death for the second time that day. The driver was holding a gun through a ragged, badly cut circle in the mesh, aimed directly at his cute forehead. "Thanks for the fuck, Anthony, but all good things come to an end. Hand over the computer." It was like a scene from a badly-written erotic movie. Anthony was being robbed at gunpoint! But he did not see the humour. He did not see complete despair either, though. With one hand, he reached into his pocket and took out his computer, with the other he made a lightning-fast swipe, pushing the gun and hand downward. The driver tried to pull his hand out of the mesh, but it was too late. The mesh embedded into the side of his hand, and with a yell, he dropped the gun into the back of the cab. The gun let off, and fired a bullet right between Jenko's feet and into the back of the car. 'Holy fucking shit, this is totally insane.' As the driver attempted to remove his hand from the wire without causing any more damage, Jenko grabbed the gun and tried to push his way out of the door. It was not moving. He instinctively hurled the heavy pistol towards the window, which gave in to the pressure and smashed outwards. Grabbing the outer door handle, he freed himself from the car and picked up the gun. The driver had nearly freed himself and was talking quickly into the dashboard radio. "This is G19. J2 is not in my custody. Get back-up now!" Jenko moved to the front of the car and pointed the gun at the driver through the nearest window with shaky hands. "Shut up, you son of a bitch or I will kill you!" The driver put down the radio microphone and laughed. "You don't know how to fire a gun, obviously." As the driver sneered, Jenko could see a trickle of fluid leaking out of the car. He breathed in and the cogs in his brain began whirring. The cab's engine started, and there was a screech of wheels. Jenko ran as fast as he could to the garage door and en route tapped furiously at his Pocket PC. How many times had he been teased by his friends about all of his self-programmed applications. 'Why do you need a talking barometer or a radio recorder on your computer?', they would ask. Well, he would have the answer from now on. 'When you are being chased to the death by a black cab driver with a huge cock and a boy-fucking fantasy.' After a few more taps the computer replayed the radio command it had `learned' a few moments ago when the driver had used the keyfob to close the garage door. A metallic scraping sound indicated that the mechanism had started. Jenko carried on running, then rolled out from under the door, running forward as fast as he could. The cab exited rapidly after him at full speed. Keep coming! Keep coming! Jenko urged. As Jenko ran out of breath, and finally came to an abrupt stop, he watched the taxi speed past him and swerve madly into the window-front of a high-fashion boutique. Screams came from everywhere, and almost immediately people were gathering around to see what had happened. Jenko moved away quickly, escaping out of what would soon be a media circus. "I may not know how to fire a gun, you bastard," he muttered under his heavy breath, "but I know the smell of brake fluid." It was then that Jenko saw a black, non-descript but luxurious car being driven straight for him. The driver was in full view, wearing a black suit and sunglasses. It was quite obviously his 17 year old brother. The brother who did not have one qualification to his name, let alone a suit or an expensive car! It was all too much, and Jenko mentally resigned, falling backwards onto a patch of grass. 'My dream is going to end now.' FOUR "Wake up, Jenko!" Jenko heard his younger brother's voice penetrate his mind with more authority than it had ever had before, and for a few moments considered the incredibly detailed and vivid dream he had just experienced. "Ok, ok, God I feel so exhausted." Jenko put his hands behind him to move his aching body into a sitting position. Instead of finding the warm softness of his bed, he felt a cold, metallic surface. Opening his eyes all he could see was a bright inspection light suspended before him. "Relax, lie back down." Jenko, as his eyes adjusted, also discovered at this time that he was naked, covered only by a green medical sheet. The metal trolley felt cold against his skin. "I'm naked. What the hell is going on!? Where are my clothes, Simon?" This time, Jenko did not accept Simon's kind request to stay lying down. He wrapped the sheet around him and got to his feet. The ground was cold stone. The rest of the cavernous room was seemingly empty. "There's no easy way to tell you this, so I will be quick. Your clothes have been burned as we think you were scent-tagged by the device you found this morning." "How in flying fuck do you know about what happened this morning?" "I'm part of an organisation which is helping to stop things like that happening." Jenko's head began to spin yet again. "You can't be. No. You're 17 for fuck's sake, you go to Red Rose Academy. I've seen you there!" "I don't do this full-time. Listen, I need to ask you some things then maybe later I can tell you more about me." "Okay. But this is all just too freaky. I can't guarantee I won't pass out again. Hold on, does Dad know you are a spy, or an agent, or whatever you are? What are you?" Simon blinked a few times, looking straight into his big brothers eyes. There was a longing to tell him everything then, Jenko could feel it. However, Simon cleared his throat and began questioning. There were hundreds of questions. What did the device look like? How did you know which contacts to short to deactivate it? What else was in your car when it was broken into? What happened with the cab and driver? The answer to many of the questions was simply, "I don't know." After an hour or so, Simon stopped with the questions. "I'm going to fetch you some clothes now, I'm leaving you here with someone I believe you already know. He'll look after you and make sure you're not scent-tagged any more." "Wait! Simon, wait! What's going to happen to me?" "You'll be fine, quit acting like the little brother!" Jenko sank back onto the trolley, and waited. Suddenly, the screech of a metal door made him sit bolt upright again. A dark figure wearing a green medical jumpsuit came into view. "Who are you?" Jenko's voice was as calm as he could make it, given the circumstances of the morning. "Hi, `son'." came the reply. It was Mr. Gentleman. It was Mr. Gentleman! He was already putting on surgical gloves and donning a mask. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you..." Jenko noticed that Mr. Gentleman's big dick was sticking out, bent at the base and proudly pointing upward - the only part of his covered body that was exposed. The man moved around the trolley and pushed his cock into Jenko's mouth. Jenko gasped and without thinking began to suck greedily on the shaft. In a way it was comforting, in another, highly dangerous: either way, it was incredibly horny and Jenko's cock began to grow, making a tent in the austere sheet around his midriff. As he sucked on the big dick, Mr. Gentleman began his usual, charged dialogue. "Oh yeah, baby, daddy's got some hot milk to give you. Let daddy fuck you and you'll get it all. Good boy. My baby boy's going to get a load of what made him." The older pulled off Jenko's sheet and turned him around. The feel of the latex gloves felt sexy and different to the boy. Jenko could hear Velcro being undone, then the familiar feel of Mr. Gentleman's hot cock and balls next to his asshole. "Let daddy in, Anthony, good boy" came an airy whisper into his ear, as the ecstasy began. Jenko was in heaven as the middle-aged man slowly pushed himself deep, then began sliding his bare cock in and out. Parked outside of the warehouse, Simon was sitting in the driver's seat of his `work' car, with both hands down his trousers, talking to an older man on the hands-free telephone. "Do you think that he has got what it takes?" the deep voice enquired. A suited man walked past the car, and Simon continued playing with himself. Without his sunglasses that man must have seen a really young boy playing with himself in broad daylight. However, he just carried on walking. "Oh yeah," Simon moaned, his slightly reddened boyish cheeks confirming the emotion in his voice, "He's got potential, definitely." "Did he ask about me?" "In a roundabout kind of way, but he knows nothing- yet." As the man hung up, Simon looked back at the in-dash television and stroked his perfect 17 year old cock inside his trousers as he watched the scene. It was a live feed from the camera he had placed on the inspection lamp, and he could clearly make out his brother's expression from beneath the man as he was slowly fucked. --- TO BE CONTINUED --- Hi, I'm Hazza79, aged 26 and live in the UK, and I'm the writer of this story. Please, please get in touch if you want more instalments. I think it's good, but you might not so please let me know! And give me some ideas -- obviously there's going to be incest and more raunch like that, but give me hints on what the fuck is going to happen to poor Anthony! Is the organisation he has landed himself into good or bad? hazza79@hotmail.co.uk