..................Writer JCW

..................Ice Skaters

Jon had been watching television. He was punching buttons up and down. Nothing on tonight. "Dam there is never anything on this box of shit." Just as he was going to shut it off he stumbled on a boy on Ice Skates. Lord look at that ass on that boy. I would eat that for supper. He wondered if skating had anything to do with his ass. GIGGLE it. He started a search for Skater-male-boy-nude-naked and hit search. "Oh boy look at those asses, most skaters have to be gay." He hit giggle one more time Skater-male-gay-nude. "Gee wiz that is a good percentage." I wonder?

He wondered out of the room thinking hard. "HUM." He called some of his men together to show them some pictures. "Lets invite the whole of this years crop to come visiting us." "Just ours?" "Nope, all the good looking ones in the world." "Oh joy, you don't want much." Later much later, a few months later. Jon received a call, "Do you want to preview the skaters." "Oh boy do I."

A skaters only luncheon by invitation only. It was going to have trophies for many of them. To bad most of them would not be able to pick them up before they leave the place. A large tractor trailer was parked outside the kitchen. Not too weird. As the large group of men and boys set at the tables gas pours into the place. A large group of men enter with gas masks on.

They pull the out cold victims on to the floor. After they are all spread out on the floor they are stripped naked. Jon checked all the tails first, then the flip side. He marked them with a check mark for yes, or no. His men loaded up the trailer with the choice beef. Jon had some of his men take pictures of the rejects in case he decided to pick them up later. Both sides of course.

A quick trip to Texas with the naked boys soon had them spread out on pads waiting for them to wake up. Many of Jon's boys wonder around the pads looking over the new boys. "Nice" was said often. Oh my was there a fuss when the skaters found out the food was canceled. Oh they had other things to complain about. No clothes, kidnapping, gee they were noisy. Pat one of the younger Shoemaker kids wondered in to see the new guys. He saw one of them laying on his front, and fell in love with. He never saw his face, or his best part. Yep one of the men swore he had to be out of balance skating with that log hanging out in front of him. Pat was not a size queen so he just shrugged his shoulders when some one spoke of it. Oh it was love on both sides. Pat had an ice rink built, and became a world class skater with his lover teaching him. He did compete in a few shows, but as he always wore a mask was finally banned. Oh well he had his lover.

Where did Pat come from?

Well there was a story with some pictures. It was of an Iowa man, of great wealth he had 15 boys and three wives. No not all at once, one gave up after two sons, and a pair of twins. The second divorced him after a son then triplets being born, the next was twins, and quads. He told her none of his tribe had girls. That did it for her. Well there were pictures of one fine batch of red headed boys. Some in swim suits. WOW A pick was made by some of his red headed tribe that he had been acquiring for a time. They know his taste ran to red, and had one of the sons picked up. That means kidnapped. "Oh well." The boy was well-trained in sex any way it is wanted before Jon's birthday party. He was led out wearing a red bow on his fine dick. Happy birthday to you. Jon didn't make the end of the party. He and Jeremy vanished early.

A week later they wondered out of his site of rooms. They were seldom seen alone after that. Much later Jon asked, "where did you find him?" A magazine was shown to him. "Lord why didn't you get them all?" "We thought we got the best of the lot." "You did, but I think we should get the rest of them too."

Well when Jon speaks it is done. A survey of the home is started. Jon spoke of selling some cameras to them for safety. After all one boy had vanished. Two way view one away from the house, and one looking in. Oh what he saw! Fourteen sons plus pool boys, servants boys. Hell the paperboy was to dream of. Jon changed his mind. "Get everyone we have seen. There has to be something in the water."

Another trailer ride is arranged. Iowa in the rear view mirror. Texas, here we cum. I mean when they get to Texas they well be cumming a lot. Oh my the line of naked people was a sight to droll over, and Jon did just that. The lone wife was only brought along for breeding purpose. In hopes that Mr. Shoemaker might make some more fine sons. Fifteen is not enough?

"Hell no." Okay the first Is James, Mark, Samuel, Adam, Jermie, Peter, Paul, Luke, John, Matthew, Aaron, Daniel, Isaac, Ellijay, Pat. Okay for some of you non-bible readers most of his kid's names came from the bible, a few nicknames in the pile.

Pat was the young hellion; the baby that can do no wrong James was the oldest and the leader.

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GUESS what day this is?

HINT Good by Don!

The wicked witch is dead.

Go ahead and play golf. No more playing PRES.

Gee the Republicans can't even say WELL DONE

Gee the new, and better Pres will be having finger cramps from replacing what the orange fruit has f...t up.

I hope all of the want to be Pres that fell by the side last year are in line to replace a teacher, a law dog, a lawyer to Trump, and many other unfit people like the postmaster Gen Most of which should be in jail for pretending to be fit for the job.

Okay it is NOV 07 2020 09.30 Thank God and Joe as well! I always thought the orange juice thing was gay, and he is acting like a drag queen that lost the crown.

..................ILL sue you all!

Oh yes A note about Blacks. And theirs.

I wonder how long it will take for someone to count slaves pay. First they were kidnapped. Sold HOW MUCH MONEY are they owed from that sale? OK a slaves pay 0 not a cent. Whips, and wife and kids sold down the river. Years later a war freed the slaves. Sure it did. The master was happy to hire the free slave at SLAVE wages.

Lets see oh yes a male colored boy walking in the dirt glances at a white girl, and ends up hanging. Accused of rape.

Years later. You Niger's live over there in that shack. We won't let you over here except to cook, be a maid. Lets see it is strange, pay for white men is top class. White females are almost slaves. Black men can work at jobs that white men will not do, at again slave wages. Lets see, Can we tax them. Yep. School? Well over in that shack maybe.

Lord some fool made a law that says we have to let them people in our schools.

The pres says they are as good as us.

 

Well we won't do it. We will shoot them, keep them poor, they won't be able to buy nothing.

Black ladies helped white lades get the vote, and white men added shit to the law that excluded blacks, Oh yes Indians too some of them still can't vote. The high and tight white men control the res.

Ok back to paying a slave for over 400 and some years of being a slave. We really can't get it past the old and stupid in the capital. They might get upset at the cost if we asked for all of it.

Lets talk about maybe 2/3 pay back or as I thought about, A way to do the payback is very simple. Few people live more then 100 years, RIGHT. Every person that can say MAMMY gets a pass on paying any taxes, AND I MEAN ANY, AND ALL taxes.

None of this BS of saying his business has to pay taxes. If he or she earns it he keeps it.

From now to at least as long as a person was a slave no f---- ing taxes for, better then 100 years, their kids as well.

Ok ME No I am not a black man, or a lady.

I am an old fart. A retired Army man, white.

Yes I have had some problems with black people. Also with white, tan, and so on. So what!

I also have set down with, had a drink, talk, and so on with the above.

Had sex with all of the above. OPPS should not have said that.

Okay I over the many years have seen much evil. Native American, black. Female, gay and so on. It flat pisses me off. Do some Search Results on Goggle or giggle as I call it about the high lighted above. If you don't get pissed you be a bigot / race hater / or don't like females are or might be a pres

Okay below is a story. It is the best look at how blacks life went that I ever saw. I well post a out take below. The whole chapter might be too much for some as it is a gay story.

"I was born an' raised on a big farm or plantation as yo' might call it, my family an' Zeek's were share croppers. If yo' don't know what that means, it means we rented land from the owner an' paid the rent in the form of givin' over a big share of our crops. In good years, there was plenty to share an' get through the winter wi' plenty to eat. How-some-ever, in bad years we still had to pay the rent first off an' the landlord never cared if we was left with little nor nothin to see us through to the next harvest. I got as far as grade eight before my pappy put my ass to workin wi' my brothers an' him on the farm. Zeek here, my best friend back then, an' still got no schoolin' cause they wasn't no schools in the

back country for negras at the time, so as I learned my letters an' numbers, I taught him though secret like so the Klan wouldn't take notice. At the time, niggers what could read were considered uppity an' those could find themselves hangin' from a tree.

 

 

 

 

400 years is nothing but a W.A.E. wild ass estimate

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Oh well Jon had his druthers. He loved Jeremy, but with all the redheads standing around he told his lover to make a list and check it twice, and have the boys visit his bed in turn. After a batch of days he asked, you did put the servant's kids on the list? "No." "Well add them in, and none of this means you have to hide. Each of the boys had there own personally, well except for some of the twins. They almost had one mind between them. This got Jon off on another track,

Jon had noticed that some kids born together almost could read minds. His lab got orders to find out how they do this. "That is not possible?" "Bull shit. Get busy." Oh boy they first of all found out the twins could read not only each other, but also the other boys that are close to them. Brothers. X-rays, blood, probes readings of all kinds. Some register something. New probes were made. New something. "We don't think we can make it happen, but they can breed for it. Get the sperm in a jar, and go to work."

The lab had been working to breed for a chose of many things, sex, hair color, dick size, tan skin, eye color, and so on, add mind reading. At first twins, triplets or more worked best, well worked. At long last they found that the red hair had something to do with it. Play with the hair, and they got mind readers with other colored hair.

Over time they got more powerful mind readers. Breeding does tend to improve some things.

What was all this breeding for? The first thing was all the boys he had around for sex, had a yen for kids of there own. They may be gay, or forced that way, but kid were wanted. Also the government had fingers in many pies that Jon thought were to many pies. He hated it when they placed orders that started with YOU WILL NOT ------------ or -- YOU CAN NOT-------

They decided that they needed to control birth. A batch of old men telling a woman about sex. Gee wiz Jon tried to get a law passed that if any man fucked around with woman's right to birth, either to have or not have the man will have his balls removed. To many men not enough females. Oh well he can try to remove some on his own.

Many a lady heard about a phone number, you call talk fast, and soon have a fat belly. Cost is from free to --------? Jon is a sucker for a sob story. Not so likely for some rich bitch wanting a toy.

Jeremy lived well, and then one day stopped living. Jon went into almost wanting to die. Jon's boys hatched a plan. Jeremy had given sperm for breeding. Orders were given to the labs. Make babes till you get a replacement. It almost worked. One boy was made that was just like the first. Jon loved the boy, but it was not that kind of love. Over time the boy moved to a small country in old Europe where Jon had a small home, under ground as most of his homes are. He grew up, and got religion. He was an aide to a cardinal. As well as being a priest at Jon's home near where the cardinal was presiding.

Jon had often given some taxes he never paid to do some good. He had sent it to a church for some kids in need. He learned the kids never got it, and the names of the four priests that shared it. A red faced Jon demanded retaliation. Max the computer spoke of some churches owing money to some banks in town. Get their paper, and foreclose on them. Five empty churches. Open up a gym in that one downtown. Take the pews for our church, the altar for my dinning room, we can serve off it. I want that cross for my bedroom wall. Dip it in gold, it looks too old. Church after church closes down.

One day a hand carried note is handed to Jon. It is from the Pope. He wants to know what he has done to Jon?

It took awhile to get the list together to show the man. Jon had his men checking as many of his churches as he can and the holy men too. "Put it all on a laptop for me." Jon called Jeremy to go with him to speak with the pope. He wanted someone that can tell him to shut up if he got too upset.

The meeting with the pope. They were met with tea, and biscuits, you know what we call cookies.

The pope was a wise man. He had learned enough to know Jon was not who he might be called. There was many names spoke; none of them was his. At last he asked, "What has got your tail on fire?" "Your priests four of them were given cash for needy kids. I found out it went into there pockets, and it is not the first time." Jeremy spoke up to tell Jon to shut up. Not really. He just spoke of the laptop. Jon took the hint, and asked for a refill of tea. As the cardinal served the tea Jon asked the Pope to open a bug shaped item on the screen. All around the room flames shot out of hidden bugs. The Pope knows what was going on, and asked the startled man if he was done with the tea?

"What else does this do?" "Oh lots, type in that mans name, and enter. "Oh my is that a true figure in his bank."

Jon nodded yes, and spoke of leaving it there in return for four sets of balls, on this nice plate when I return. I well inspect the priests ball bags to be sure they are empty. You don't have to cut them, just make sure it is done.

One Pope that fears for his church thinks hard about this man that he does not really know his name, but knows he can't cross him. At last he thinks of the young priest. A check is run on the priest. Much is found, some is hidden. A cardinal is called to speak to the pope. "Tell me everything about this priest." It took a week to learn all the men know about him. Then the pope told him, teach him everything you know about being a cardinal. "What?" "He will be the youngest cardinal and pope ever. I am going to put in a fix on the next pope." "You can't do that." "I have to he is the only person that can save our church. No I can't speak of him, he can destroy us." The young cardinal was ready when the pope died. He was shocked when after the call went out for the men in red to gather he was called to Rome. Gowns were made for him before the first smoke was even seen over the Vatican. It took a week for the right color to be seen. Not one name was spoke except his. There was never a word spoke about a fix being put in.

The pope was free to do what is right, Jon might speak to him, but he did what was right for the Vatican.

Jon did get one thing after much begging. A troop of his boys got freedom to go into that library that is never seen by just anyone. They brought not just copy machines, but made copies that could be the real thing. Oh yes books were not all that was in there, jewels, knifes, swords, pots, many items that were from ages past. Copies of all were made for Jon. It took months, and the young men took the time to computerize the whole place for the pope. Many items had over the years been forgotten, or lost. Everyone got lots out of this little look at the past.

Jon while all this was going on dug one of his larger homes in Rome. It was near enough to the Vatican to place a tunnel with a rail car so the pope can visit any time. Well it was underground. But on top of the ground was one of the finest children homes. There was no need for help to be hired. At need a call below had an elevator full of young help on the way.

This was only a batch of homes for kids with a buried home deep under it. Jon over time had often used a hidden leader at these places. What was called a bean counter was in charge. Really he run the junk, paper clips, bills, and so on and the real person in charge ran the whole place. They pushed a broom. A mop, any place they can see what is going on. A call from them can change the whole place. A kid crying is fixed at once. If a kid is smart enough to see below the surface he is drafted into the gang running the place. Oh boy school days for him.