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Subject: "Watch Me" chapters 9-10 by Cutter09 gay adult/youth

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"Watch Me"
Chapter Nine

  The movie was set to premier the week before Thanksgiving, because the
producers didn't want to compete with the big `blockbusters' that would
come out just before Christmas.

  Reed looked very handsome in his designer tux, as he stepped out of the
limo. I looked like me, in my booty shorts as usual. Flashes were going off
everywhere as we waved to the crowd.

  I was a little nervous because of my last theater incident. But the crowd
was behind barricades, and there were a lot of police present. I think Leo
had his gun too.

  A reporter stopped us for an interview. "Brice, you did know you were
coming here tonight, didn't you?" she asked as she eyed me up and down.

  "I'm sorry. Am I overdressed?"

  "Well it is a formal occasion." she said, practically salivating.

  "If we're following formalities, shouldn't you call me Mr. Ford?"

  "Uh... I hear in this movie we see a lot more of you," she stuttered.

  "I hope you bought a ticket, so you can stop undressing me with your
eyes."

  "Reed, is it true you asked for Brice to be your co star in this film?"

  "No one could have done it better. He was born for this role."

  "Well, rumor is you two were quite friendly while filming," she accused.

  Reed smiled and said, "Are you jealous of me or him?"

  We turned and walked into the theater. Little did she know, I was trying
to keep a load of his cum from running out of my ass right then.

  As the movie progressed, I became more and more excited. I knew that
everyone in that theater would soon be seeing me almost naked. First the
shower scene, which shows most of my torso, Then the kiss scene, when my
butt would be up there for all to see. When the shower scene came on,I was
squirming in my seat. Then, my butt appears. I just about shot a load in my
shorts. I could almost smell the pheromones from the audience, wafting
through the theater.

  Reed noticed me squirming in my seat. "Are you okay?"

  "Yeah, fine. We need to get back to the hotel as soon as possible."

  When the house lights came on, we stood and a loud roar arose, we
received a standing ovation. We waved to the audience and made our way out.

  I didn't wait to get back to the hotel, I had Reed's cock in my mouth in
the limo, trying to suck him dry. At the hotel, Reed plowed me good, but I
needed more. I called Harry's room. Harry and Reed took turns fucking me
for the nex three hours.

  While I was riding Harry, I looked at Reed and said, "See, you don't know
the real me. This is me."

  His expression didn't change as he stared at me completely
awestruck. Then he leaned over and kissed me. "This doesn't change a
thing."

  When Harry and I were alone, I asked him, "Why am I like this? Why do I
like cock so much, and why do people want me?"

  "That's a hard question to answer. I suppose it's like it always has
been. In times of extraordinary need, extraordinary men and women have
arisen to fill that need. Jonas Salk and Joan of Arc come to mind
immediately. For whatever reason, maybe the world needs you right now."

  I chuckled. "Joan of Arc talked to God, and they killed her for it. I'm
not in touch with God."

  "Okay, how about the great musicians? Beethoven was stone deaf. Mozart
had complete symphonies in his head. Or Stephen Hawkings, the man was
trapped in a wheelchair, yet had one of the greatest minds in history. God
has a way of doing things we can't always understand."

  "Do you believe in God? I mean.... You can't see him, how do you know he
exists?"

  "If you look up in the sky in the daytime, you can't see the stars, but
in your heart you know they're there. Then comes the nighttime, and you see
millions of them. Some people believe in the `big bang' theory. A bunch of
gases or something exploded and formed the universe. So were those gases or
whatever floating around in nothingness? Where did it come from? And
whether it was an accident or by design, I don't believe we're alone in the
universe. If you believe in God, you can't possibly be selfish enough to
think he created all of this just for mankind. Or if you believe it was an
accident, you have to think that if mankind can come of it on earth, then
it probably happened elsewhere too. Our sun is a small star with nine
planets around it. Our galaxy, the milky way, has roughly 100 thousand
million stars, many of which have planets around them too. There are also
millions of galaxies, and ours is small by comparison. So with all that,
the odds say you have to believe in life elsewhere. Was it all an accident
or by design? Are you an accident or is this just the time we need someone
like you?"

  "What does mankind need that I could possibly fill?"

  "The world is a cold hard place right now. We need to be loving and
understanding of each other, instead of at each other's throats."

  "I guess I never thought of it like that. So I'm supposed to be the way I
am, and not worry about it?"

  "That would be my guess," Harry replied.

*************

  My next commercial was filmed in the kitchen at Harry's house. I'm
sitting at the counter. "There are as many stars in the universe as there
are grains of sand on Earth. Aren't we lucky to live where we have so many
wonderful things to enjoy?" I take a bite out of a very large, juicy
pickle, and let the juice dribble down my chin onto my booty shorts. I
looked down at the wet spot and said, "Oops, I've messed myself."

  Maple turned to Harry. "Better stock up on pickles, you're going to need
them."

  When the spot aired, each store had a huge pickle display up front. As
predicted they flew off the shelves.

********

  Harry had hired a tutor for me, since I couldn't go back to school with
all that's been going on. He looked to be around ninety years old, and
moved slower than molasses in January. He was British and his name was Bill
Jenkins, but he insisted I call him Master Jenkins. On his third day, he
tried to slide his hand down the back of my shorts.

  I didn't like him much, so I said, "You couldn't handle that without
having a heart attack, that is if I didn't kill you with my bare hands
first."

  After that, he became more rude and snooty with each passing day. I
finally complained to Harry about it.

  "He's a dirty old man and treats me like shit because I won't let him
have his way with me."

  I have to say, Harry has spoiled me rotten. I got everything I wanted,
all I had to do was ask. I really tried not to take advantage of it, but it
was difficult. I mean, with all the adoration that surrounded me, it was
hard not to let it go to my head. And since I was all but a prisoner to it,
once in a while, I did act like a little prima donna. I didn't actually
throw a hissy fit, but I let it be known I was unhappy about something.

  Harry wasn't able to find a replacement until after the movie
premier. "His name is Adam, and he just completed his masters degree in
education. His sister works with your mom in our office," Harry told me at
breakfast the day after we returned from Hollywood.

  "He's not ninety and British is he?"

  Harry chuckled. "No, but he is rather tall. Is that going to be a
problem?"

  "I hope not."

  Adam showed up about an hour later. Harry was right, he was pretty
tall. At least 6'6", and thin. Not skinny really, just not bulky at all.

  We took a few minutes to go over what I had already covered with Jenkins,
then got down to work. I noticed him staring at me while I was doing some
math he assigned.

  "Is something wrong?" I asked him.

  "No, not at all. I'm just a little surprised."

  "Surprised at what?"

  "Well, to be honest, when they told me I'd be working with you, I
expected to be doing a lot of remedial work. But you're actually ahead of
your grade level."

  "You're saying, because I'm the `legal child porn star', you thought I'd
be stupid. Sorry to disappoint you."

  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

  "Relax. I'm just jerking your chain. No worries."

  We both relaxed a little after that. When we weren't working we chatted
like old friends. I found him to be pleasant, and sympathetic to my plight
of solitary confinement.

  He also told me he was engaged, which put a damper on my plans to get him
into bed. I might be a sex fiend, but I try to respect some boundaries. And
you know what they say about a woman scorned. I sure didn't need some
pissed off broad gunning for me.

  Then two weeks later, Harry was out of town, and the night before, I
couldn't find Leo to give me my daily protein injection. It was a recipe
for disaster if I was to stay away from him. Any observer would be able to
tell where it was headed.

  From the moment he entered, my spidey (incubi?) senses were tingling. I
could feel his eyes on me, and they were hungry. The tingling was in my
shorts too. I didn't do anything overt, but I didn't try to tone it down
any either. My naturally alluring words and mannerisms soon had him in
heat, like a sailor to a siren's song . Next thing I know, his lips are on
mine, and my hand is clawing at his belt and zipper.

  The man is tall and thin, but what popped out is not at all thin. It was
at least a couple of inches longer than Harry's, and where Harry's is
round, this one was more oval and almost flat on top. The head was
unbelievably large and kind of heart shaped. A very thick heart shape. I
had never seen one like it, and wanted it immensely.

  Adam stood beside me and his pants dropped to the floor. I grabbed his
boxers and forced them to join his pants, then I was on his cock like white
on rice.

  I could barely fit that knob into my mouth, so I suggested we go to my
bedroom. His button down shirt disappeared along the way, as did my
clothes.

  As I started to crawl into bed, Adam stopped dead in his tracks. "Oh my
fucking god, you're beautiful."

  I handed him the bottle of lube, and looked at that cock again. Not only
was it flat on top, it was flat on bottom too. Looking down its length, it
was the shape of a race track with rounded ends and two straightways. It
also had a slight downward curve to it. Just magnificent!

  "Are you sure Brice? I've never had anal. No girl would ever let
me. Hell, Rebecca complains about it hurting her pussy even."

  "Oh, I'm sure. I definitely want to try that!"

  I lay flat on my stomach, and he got between my legs and lined up. My
hole actually resisted letting him in. With some effort, he finally popped
inside me.

  "OH FUCK!!" It felt like I was a virgin again. That fat knob stretched me
like never before.

  "Are you okay Brice? We don't have to do this."

  "Yes I do. Just give me a minute," I replied, panting. My status as a sex
fiend demanded I go through with it, or they might take away my incubus
license.

  When I felt I could continue, I raised my hips into him a bit. He was
very gentle, and slowly sunk it into me. It stretched me the whole way in,
and I experienced some pain that I never had before. After probably five
minutes of slow thrusting, I finally felt his large ball sack against my
taint. If my ass had a maximum capacity, I think he found it.

  He is so much taller than me, he had to strain his neck to kiss the top
of my head. "Oh, Brice. This is a dream come true. It's like heaven inside
your ass."

  He started taking slow, four or five inch strokes, causing me to grunt at
the end of each. Soon he picked up the pace, and length of his strokes. I
was being battered into that mattress. My dick had gone limp and small, but
I didn't want him to stop. I don't know why, but I had to have this
experience. I lay there like a fuck doll, letting this giant of a man turn
my ass into mush.

  After ten minutes of unbelievably hard fucking, he raised up off my
back. He pushed my knees up under me, opening my ass up. He grabbed my
shoulders to prevent me from sliding away, and really started banging me
hard. I was grunting in agony at the end of each thrust

  Another five minutes later he said, "I can't believe I'm getting to do
this. You're fucking amazing. I'm gonna cum in you Brice."

  A minute later he groans loudly and pushes deeper than ever as he pumped
his load somewhere in my abdomen. It marked the first time I didn't enjoy
the sex at all. I never even became erect. He pulled his wilting cock from
my abused ass, and it felt like he was taking my guts out with it.

  He collapsed on the bed beside me. "That was the greatest thing ever!" he
said, regaining his breath. I didn't agree.

  I fell asleep from exhaustion. My battered hole gaped obscenely. Suddenly
I'm awoken by Adam picking me up, limp as a rag doll. He was sitting on the
edge of the bed, and just placed me on the head of his regained erection,
and let my body slide down it. He grabbed me with both hands around my rib
cage, and began using me like a fleshlight, drawing me up and down that
monster cock. Even with his cum as lube, it still hurt.

  This position put me at eye level with him. As he jerked himself off with
me, he started kissing my lips and neck. He sucked on my neck, giving me my
first hickey.

  "You're incredible. I'm gonna cum in you again. You're mine now. I've
marked you."

  I felt his cock swell and throb out another payload inside me. His arms
were wrapped around me possessively. He kept kissing me and raving on about
how incredible I am, and I'm the greatest thing that ever happened to him,
etc.

  Over the next three hours, his cock was in me more than it was out. I
wasn't really enjoying any of it. To be honest, as he plowed me doggy
style, I convinced myself that I deserved this punishment after all the
things I've been doing. Seducing people, having sex with anyone I
wanted. Incubi are demons, and demons should be punished. Adam was my
penance, my pound of flesh, almost literally. He finally left, and I was
nothing more than a heap of abused meat. My hole was gaping and raw, my
guts felt like shredded Jello.

  Sometime later I felt Harry's familiar hand on my butt. "Wakey wakey
baby."

  "OOWW! Don't Harry. I'm a little sore," I whined.

  "What? Why?"

  "Adam fucked me."

  "Yeah, I figured it would happen. So?"

  "He hurt me, Harry. Hurt me bad."

  "What? Where was Leo?"

  "I don't know. I couldn't find him last night," I groaned in pain as I
tried to sit up.

  "LEO!!!" Harry bellowed towards Leo's door.

  "Yeah, Boss?"

  "Where were you all day?"

  "My mother called last night. She was sick, so I went to see her."

  "Adam fucked Brice."

  "Yeah, so?" Leo asked, not seeing a problem. After all, it was nothing
out of the ordinary.

  "Your job is to look after him. Take care of him. He's hurt, and you're
fired!"

  "No Harry. It's not his fault. I instigated it," I explained.

  "Hurt? Brice? From getting fucked?" Leo asked, dumbfounded.

  Leo sat on the other side of me. "What happened?" he asked, putting his
arm around me.

  They were both looking at me for an explanation. "Adam fucked me. He
fucked me hard. He has a really big cock, longer than yours, Harry, and a
lot thicker. He fucked me all day, over and over. It hurt the whole
time. My ass feels like hamburger meat."

  I could actually see tears in Leo's eyes. "I'm so sorry Brice. I should
have been here for you."

  "It's ok. I know you didn't mean for me to get hurt."

  "Well, God Damn It. Somebody's getting fired for this!" Harry repeated.

  "How about Adam?" I suggested.

  "Fuck. Yeah. Of course. Adam. Are you sure you don't want me to fire Leo
too?"

  "No Harry. He's part of the team," I said, putting an arm around each of
them. "But I'm afraid my butt is off limits for a few days."

*********

  Mom called a couple of days later. "Brice, what's going on over there?"

  "What do you mean?" I asked nervously.

  "Adam's sister said he was excited to work with you, Then after a week,
he leaves his girlfriend, then another week he gets fired and doesn't know
why."

  "He knows why, Mom. He just didn't tell his sister. Let's just say he was
mean to me, so Ha... Um... Mr. Dickerson fired him."

  "Oh. Well I'm glad he's looking out for you. So, you'll be home for
Christmas, right."

  "Uh... Actually, Mom, I was hoping you could come here. You know there's
plenty of room. And the chef is really good, so you wouldn't have to bother
with all that cooking. Harry only has the best, so I'm sure you'd love it."

  "I don't think Mr. Dickerson wants me in his way. He probably has lots of
family and friends coming."

  "Oh no, Mom. He insisted I invite you." At least I hope he will when I
tell him I don't want to go home at Christmas.

  "Really. He's such a nice man. Well, he's the boss, so I guess I should."

  "Great Mom. Ha... Mr. Dickerson will be pleased."

  "Brice honey, I understand that you call him Harry. It's ok. You and he
work together, and travel together, and you practically live there. So it's
ok."

  "I'll see you at Christmas then. Love you, Mom. Bye."

  "Leo!"

  He came charging in like the house was on fire. "What? Is something
wrong?"

  "Where's Harry?"

  "Chicago. Be back tomorrow."

  "Shit. Ok, I need you to take me shopping."

  "The shopping malls are pretty busy this time of year, Brice. I don't
think that's a good idea."

  "Not the mall. The Lexus dealership. Let me grab my debit card. I've
never used it. This will be fun."

  I've worked for Harry for six months, and never spend any money because
he pays for everything. So I have seven hundred and fifty thousand in the
bank from that, plus the million for the movie.

  When I entered the dealership, the receptionist barely even looked up at
me. "May I hel..." that's as far as she got before recognizing me.

  "I'd like to buy a car," I told the gaping girl.

  "Uh... Brice, You're too young to drive."

  "Duh, ya think? Just send out a salesman. A young one that's not married,
or engaged."

  "John's only twenty six and not married. I'll ring him." She punched a
button and spoke into her headset. "John, come to the showroom
floor. Quick."

  A young man approached. "What is it Dee Dee?" Then he saw me. His mouth
dropped open, and for a minute I thought he might be related to the gaping
receptionist.

  "I'd like to buy a car. Would you mind showing me what's available?"

  "S..s..sure Brice. Right this way."

  First we came to a blue sedan. "This is the...."

  "My mom likes red. How about that red SUV over there?"

  We walked over to it, and I opened the door. I bent over and ran my hand
along the seat. "This leather is so soft," I said glancing over my shoulder
at John. His eyes were glued to my butt. I guess it's not every day he sees
a celebrity in tight booty shorts in mid December.

  "Uh... yes. Um, here in the backseat, these seats lay completely flat
giving you lots of storage in the rear."

  "Oh, let me see that. I need lots of storage in the rear."

  John gulped, and folded the rear seats down, then opened the back of the
car. "See how much room you have to carry just about anything."

  I crawled on my hands and knees into the rear of the car. "Mmm. It's
quite roomy. I bet you could fit a bed back here," I said, laying down on
my belly. My booty shorts clinging to my cheeks and dipping into my
crack. I glanced back at John, who was buttoning his jacket to try to hide
his erection. Leo remained on the side fighting to swallow his laughter.

  Sitting on the edge of the car's rear, I looked up at John. I slowly
trailed my finger down his chest and belly, stopping right at his
beltline. "Tell me John, what kind of deal can I get on this car?"

  He gulped again. "I'll have to check with the finance manager."

  "Oh, I won't be financing it. I'll just put it on my card," I said as I
fingered the lowest button on his jacket.

  "Just a minute."

  He ran off to an office and a minute later returned with another man. "It
really is you. I thought John was jerking my chain. Uh... I can come down
five grand off the sticker price for you."

  "Only five?" I asked as I bent over in the back of the car. "I really
like this one."

  The older man said, "Ten... I can do ten."

  John said, "I'll give up my commission if it helps."

  "Aren't you sweet?" I said as I ran my hand over his cheek.

  "I didn't catch your name," I said to the older man.

  "Uh... William. Yeah, it's William."

  "Bill darling. Is it ok if I call you Bill?" I asked as I placed my hand
on his chest. He nodded. "Bill, how about you write it up for ten under
sticker price, but you run my card for five under. John is so sweet to
offer his commission, I'd like for him to have the other five as a
Christmas bonus. Can you do that for me Darling?"

  "If I can have your autograph, I'll make sure he gets it."

  I gave Bill my card, and he ran over to his office.

  "John, I'd be really grateful if you could deliver the car personally."

  "Sure, Brice. No problem. When would you like it?"

  "What time do you get off work next Monday?"

  "Six. I can get it to you by six thirty."

  "Perfect! I'll see you then."

  I went to Bill's office and had the car registered to my mom, signed all
the paperwork and gave Bill my autograph. For his daughter, he claimed.

  On the way home, Leo said, "You never cease to amaze me. You probably
could have gotten that car twenty thousand off if you'd tried. Then you
arranged for that salesman to get a big bonus."

  "You underestimate me. If the owner of the place was there, I could've
gotten the car free. I didn't really care about the deal, I just liked
messing with them. But John was kinda cute."

*********

  John was at the gate promptly at six thirty Monday. I told the guard to
let him in, and met him in front of the house.

  "You're so sweet to bring it to me. I hope it wasn't too much trouble."

  "Are you kidding? No. Actually, Mark in the parts department offered me a
hundred bucks to let him bring it. That started a bidding war. The last
offer I turned down was five hundred, from William."

  "Bill offered five hundred? I wonder if that was for his daughter too."

  "I'm supposed to go over all the instrumentation for you. This is the
monitor for..."

  John, I won't be driving the car. I bought it for my mother."

  "Oh..." He sounded disappointed that he wouldn't get to spend the time
showing me how the car works.

  "I'm sure there is something else you could show me though," I said,
making it blatantly clear by placing my hand on his obvious erection.

  He made no complaints as I unbuckled his belt and slid the zipper
down. When his pants and boxers hit the brick driveway, my fingers curled
around a very thick six and a half inch cock.

  "Jesus Christ! Is this really happening? I'm having sex with Brice?" he
exclaimed when my lips slipped down the length of his fat cock.

  "Should I stop?" I asked as I licked the head a few times.

  "No... don't stop.... It's a dream come true."

  I held his cock up so I could go down and suck one of his large balls
into my mouth. He stood there in his shirttail, naked butt in the breeze as
I pleasured him. He didn't seem to mind being on display out in the open,
and when I glanced at the house, I could see Leo in the window watching.

  When I went back to sucking his cock, he ran his fingers through my hair,
and began moving his hips back and forth.

  "Oh shit, Brice. Oh suck it. You're fucking wonderful."

  He only lasted a couple of minutes longer before giving me a very tasty
load. I swallowed it, then ran my hand up the shaft to draw out any
leftovers, and licked them off the knob end.

  "Are you glad you delivered the car yourself?" I asked as I released his
cock.

  "Fuck yeah! Worth every penny."

  "I don't suppose you could come over Christmas day and show my mother how
everything works?" I asked as he pulled up his pants.

  "Your permanent license plates should be in by then. I could install them
and show her."

  "That is so nice of you. I'll have to find a special way to thank you." I
slid past him making sure my butt came in contact with him.

  I was so horny, I thought about fucking him then, but it wouldn't be fair
to Harry or Leo. Neither of them had been in me since the Adam incident. I
planned to change that tonight.

**************

  A few days later,Mom did come for Christmas. Harry had been delighted
with the idea, mostly so I wouldn't be away from him for days. It's a good
thing her room is on the other side of the house. She couldn't hear me
moaning and telling the guys to fuck me harder.

  Mom gave me the usual jeans and shirt and a couple of video games. Of
course I already had the games, and I guess she forgot that I'm only
allowed to wear clothes supplied by Dickerson's, but it's the thought that
counts, right.

  I felt bad because Leo gave me a thick link gold bracelet, and I only got
him a new rod and reel, because he talks about how he loves to fish. And
Harry gave me a ring with a square three carat blue diamond in the center
and a one carat triangular canary diamond on two sides of it. It was set on
a wide platinum band so it looked kind of masculine. I gave him folding
patio furniture and a portable grill that can be stored in the luggage
compartment of the motorhome for our next road trip. And they both got a
supply of viagra, of course that was for me too. You never know when a boy
is going to need more than a couple of older guys can provide.

  Mom was floored when I opened the gift from Harry. "Is... is that real?"
Then she read the gemologists report that came with it. I thought she was
going to pass out, she started hyperventilating. It's a good thing she
thought the viagra was a gag gift, and laughed it off.

  Leo had brought Mom's gift out of the garage the night before and tied a
big green bow on it. So when John showed up he put the plates on the car,
and I escorted Mom outside.

  "Oh my god, Brice are you kidding me?"

  John showed her all the features, then I suggested she take it for a
spin. She hadn't even exited the gate when I had John in the garage. I bent
over the trunk of the limo, and let John take me for a spin.

  He's not as long as Harry or Leo, but he's thicker. His large balls
slapped against mine as he powered into me. He was gripping my hips yelling
"Best fucking Christmas ever!"

  After he delivered his load, he surprised me by taking my dick into his
mouth and sucking it until I exploded.

  "I'm going to remember this for the rest of my life. It was the greatest
experience ever. If I can ever do anything for you just call," John said
just before he left.

  Mom declared it the best Christmas ever too. I had to agree with their
assessment. She asked if I'd be home for New Years, I explained I had
commitments.

  I had been doing about one commercial a week, plus personal
appearances. Like, I threw the switch to turn on our city's downtown
Christmas lights, and cut the ribbon for a new bridge. I guess I'm a local
celebrity. Okay, I know I am. I was asked to grand marshall the city's New
Year's parade, but turned it down to host Dickerson's party for its
employees. Mom would be there, so she will know I didn't lie about being
busy.

  A few years ago the then president of Dickerson's gave into threats of
boycotts and such from anti religion groups, and told employees not to say
`Merry Christmas', but instead say `Happy Holidays'. He also cancelled
Christmas parties and Christmas bonuses for employees. They now receive
`end of year' bonuses, and have a New Years party at the main office for
all employees to attend. It lasts all day, and people come and go
throughout the day.

  Harry passed out bonus checks to upper management in envelopes marked
"Merry Christmas from Harry Dickerson". The rest of the employees received
bonuses in their last paycheck before Christmas.

  At the party, I was expected to make a speech, give out awards, mingle,
etc. Of course I'm wearing my green booty shorts and white tee shirt.

  "Hi everyone. You all probably don't know me."

  There were laughs and whistles. One guy in back yelled out, "No, but I'd
like to."

  "Aren't you sweet. My mother's right there, maybe she'll introduce us."

  Loud laughter from everyone.

  "Mr. Dickerson wants me to express his gratitude for an outstanding year,
and I have some awards to give out." I reached into the box next to me and
pulled out a trophy with an envelope attached.

  "The plaque says `For Service Above and Beyond'. There's a note on the
envelope. Mildred Peck delivered a customer's baby in the checkout lane at
store number 233. Damn Mildred! Nice job. I hope you mopped up a little
before the next customer. Here's a photo of the mother and little
Mildred. Isn't that nice, she named the baby after you. Good thing it was a
girl or this could be a picture of mother and little Pecker.

  Laughter and applause as Mildred came up to accept the award.

  "The next award goes to Ralph Skinner. Ralph volunteers at Dickerson's
food bank, and delivers meals on wheels to shut-ins. I hear they call them
Skinner Dinners. Great work Ralph."

  After a few more awards I started mingling with the crowd. Mom came over
to give me a big hug and kiss. "Happy New Year, Baby."

  "Thanks, Mom. Happy New Year."

  Then I heard Harry's voice. "There is just one more award. Employee of
the year. Last year's recipient, Michael Hughes saved a woman and her three
children from a burning house. Where are you Michael? Come up here and help
me with this. The year before last, my uncle presented the award to
himself. He was losing it at the end there."

  Michael dragged out something hidden under a cover. "It's no secret that
this year's recipient is directly responsible for at least a twenty five
per cent increase in sales in every store. My friend, Brice Ford."

  "Me?"

  "Don't act surprised, surely you've noticed something missing from your
closet. The plating company said they had trouble getting the front just
right, but I think they did an excellent job. Michael, if you would."

  Michael pulled the drape off the item. It was a pedestal with a pair of
my booty shorts on top, bronzed, with an obvious, near full erection bulge
in front.

  Cheers and applause broke out.

********

  Two weeks later Harry informed me I had been nominated for an Oscar for
best supporting actor, Reed was nominated too, for best actor, and the
movie for best movie.

  "Looks like I'll have to order another pedestal for your Oscar."

  "That's a little presumptuous isn't it?" I replied.

  "There's no way in hell you won't get it. So plan on a trip to L.A."

  The awards were a couple of months away, so I really didn't give it much
thought. I continued making commercials, doing personal appearances, and
getting fucked as often as I could. Which by the way was quite often. I was
a little worried because my behavior was abhorrent. I was concerned about
someone talking, revealing me as a total slut. How would it affect
Dickerson's? What would my mother say? It would destroy the notion of her
sweet little baby boy.

 "Watch Me"
 Chapter Ten

  I was on pins and needles, expecting a news story, or supermarket tabloid
article about me. I'm sure any newspaper or tabloid would pay top dollar
for the rights to that story. But none ever came out. It was as if all of
those guys cherished the experience enough to want to keep it precious to
them.

  One night I was laying in bed with Leo. He was still trying to catch his
breath. Harry was out of town, so I made Leo take one of his viagras so he
could give me a real workout.

  I had been thinking about when I asked Leo how many women he'd fucked
since he met me. He didn't answer that day in the car.

  "Leo?"

  Give me a couple of minutes, Brice, and I'll be ready for round four."

  "Ok, but I wanted to ask you something. Why don't you ever go out? I mean
like on a date. You could find a nice guy and have a good time."

  "Guy? I'm not gay."

  "Um... Leo, you've been fucking me for seven months. I beg to differ on
that point."

  "You're different. It doesn't count. Besides, Harry would kill me, then
fire me if I left you alone again."

  "Fucking me doesn't count? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I was
getting a little annoyed.

  "Now don't go getting your knickers twisted. Surely you've noticed you're
different. I only meant that fucking you is not indicative of being
gay. Any straight man would fuck you, given the chance. Not only that, but
he could fuck you in front of his wife, and she wouldn't bitch about
it. You get by with everything you say in your commercials because it's you
saying it. If you walked into police headquarters butt naked, they wouldn't
even write you a ticket, because you're Brice. If there was such a thing as
a sex god, it would be you."

  A sex god? I was worried about being an incubus. Incubi are demons that
attack people in their sleep and forces them to have sex. Ok, maybe I did
sneak into Leo's room a couple of times when he was asleep. But I didn't
rape him. Gods are inspirational. I certainly inspire people to have
sex. I've inspired quite a few to have sex with me.

  "Do you really think so? Does Harry?"

  "That night I first had sex with you, Harry asked me if I'd ever been
with a boy. I told him no. But he knew I wanted you. So did he. He's a very
strong man to have waited as long as he did. He chose you for the contract
because he knew there was something about you that no one else had. You
must have known that before."

  "Well, people always told me I was pretty. And they'd stop and stare at
me. I didn't really give it much thought."

  "Then I should tell you this. You are the most recognizable person in the
world. Because of the internet, and social media, everyone knows who you
are, unless they're living in some isolated jungle village hut. People
can't help being attracted to you, females too. If I were to do a man on
the street interview and showed people a photo of you and one of Vladimir
Putin, half may be able to tell me his name or at least say he's the head
of Russia. All of them would know yours. And not just here. Japan, Israel,
everywhere. Your movie is number one at the box office everywhere. People
are lined up to see your butt. Harry told me the studio has already called
to ask you to do a sequel. And he's had offers to buy your contract."

  I laughed a little. "Yeah, he told me he wouldn't sell it for a hundred
million."

  "He didn't. He was offered that a couple of months ago, after your movie
came out."

  "You didn't answer my question. Why don't you ever go out?"

  "I already get to fuck Brice. Why would I settle for someone else? It
would be a disappointment at best."

  This caused me to pause. It dawned on me that Leo was just as much a
prisoner as I was. I can't go anywhere because of my fame, so I'm confined
by it. A prisoner to it. Leo is a prisoner to me. Confined to have sex with
only me.

  I wondered if everyone I have sex with feels that way. John said it was
the greatest experience of his life. I've had similar reactions from others
as well. Even Reed can't last long without calling me and begging me to
come to L.A. What about Amilia, the only girl I've ever fucked. I wonder
how she feels about it. My dick isn't as big as her boyfriend's, surely he
fucks her better than I did. Although, she did seem to enjoy it that one
time. Moaning and saying how hard she was cumming.

  "Leo, while Harry is home, I want you to go out and get laid. I don't
care if you have to hire a hooker, I want you to get some pussy."

  "I don't want any pussy."

  "I'm not asking. I'm your sex god, right. As your god, I'm telling you to
go have sex with a woman."

  A couple of days later, when Harry was home, Leo went out. I was in bed
with Harry. Post coital.

  "Harry, how many people have you had sex with?"

  "I don't know, I was pretty wild in college. Maybe twenty or thirty."

  "How many guys?"

  "Does Leo count?"

  "Have you taken his load or he taken yours?"

  "No."

  "Then he doesn't count."

  "Then one."

  "I'm the only guy? When did you last have sex with a woman?"

  "Um... Two days before I met you."

  Shit! Both Leo and Harry stopped having sex with women when they started
having sex with me. Reed too, I'd bet. Even Leo said I turned a straight
movie star gay.

  The next day I called Mark. "Hey Mark. This may seem like a strange
question, but have you had sex with anyone since we did it?"

  "Well, only a couple of times, with a guy from school."

  "Have you ever been with a girl?"

  "No. I used to have a girlfriend, but I dropped her after the first
photoshoot. Why? Is there a problem? Please tell me you don't have an STD."

  "No, just curious about a few things. Before the shoot, did you think
about girls when you jerked off?"

  "Yeah."

  "And now?" I asked hesitantly.

  "I think about you. Always you. Even with the other boy, I was thinking
about you the whole time. When can we get together again?"

  "I don't know. I guess when you're needed for another commercial. Thanks,
Mark. Talk to you later."

  Shit! It sounds like I turned Mark gay too. This does not bode well. What
the fuck?

  Life is so strange. I have lots of money, live in a big house with a pool
and servants. I have every game imaginable at my disposal, I've even had
lots of sex, what thirteen year old wouldn't be happy about that. Yet I
wasn't happy.

  My fame had cost me dearly. Even when I was at some event, I had to have
police protection. Crowds were kept at a distance. And when I'm around all
those people, my nerves are on end. Not because of the danger, but because
of the arousal. Mine and theirs.

  I really can feel their eyes on me. The promise of sex is palpable, I
swear I can smell it. I just know most of the people in the audience are
going to get laid that night because they were exposed to me. And worst is,
I know I could point to anyone in the audience and they'd have sex with
me. Anyone! I could take any of them back to my limo and get fucked or fuck
them. Eight to eighty, bow legged or crazy, they'd do it in a heartbeat.

  But at what cost? Leo said a man could fuck me in front of his wife and
she wouldn't care. My question is, would he ever fuck his wife again? That
seemed to be the predominant effect.

  At breakfast the next morning I asked, "Leo, did you get laid last night
like I told you to?"

  "Yes."

  "Did you cum in her, did you enjoy it?"

  "I used a condom, but yes I did cum. I prefer being with you though."

  "But you had no trouble performing, did you?"

  "No. Don't be mad at me, I only did it because you told me to."

  "I'm not mad at you Leo. I'm actually quite relieved."

  Okay, I didn't turn him gay. He just chooses to be with me. I'm not an
incubus, I'm just a sex god that casts a spell on people so that they
prefer me over others. That's not so bad. I wonder if it's true. How far
can I go with this...power? There's no time like the present to find out.

  A large crowd wouldn't be the place for me to experiment. I could get
mauled and trampled to death, or at best, my clothes shredded. I walked out
to the gate and waved at the guard. He opened it, and I walked out to the
street. I wanted to find one person, male or female, maybe a jogger or
something. I walked half way down the block before I heard the distinctive
sound of a skateboard.

  He was a typical skater, long floppy hair, skinny jeans,checkered
sneakers, probably fourteen. I turned to face him as he approached. He took
one look at me and skidded to a stop.

  "You're Brice, right?"

  "Yes."

  Fuck, Dude. What are you doing around here?"

  "Just killing time. Do you live nearby? Are your parents home?"

  "Shit yeah, Man. I live in the next block. My mom should be home."

  "Good. Lead the way. What's your name?"

  "Ryan."

  "Do you have a girlfriend, Ryan?"

  "Yeah, sorta."

  "Does she put out? Are you getting any?"

  "Nothing more than a quick feel of her tit. She rubbed my dick through my
pants once too."

  "So you're a virgin? Want to change that?"

  "Fuckin' ya, Dude."

  His mother screamed when she saw me. "Brice is in my house. Oh my God." I
think she may have wet her panties a little.

  "Your son Ryan is a virgin. I've decided to relieve him of that
burden. First I'm going to suck his teen dick, then I'm going to fuck his
tiny little ass hole. If he has any strength left after that, I'm going to
let him fuck me. How does that sound?"

  "Sounds like a busy afternoon for him. You two will probably be hungry
after a workout like that, I'll make sandwiches."

  I could have left then, that answered my question. People go soft in the
head when I'm around. But Ryan was a tasty little morsel I wasn't going to
pass up. He had a nice little thin five incher that tasted great. And when
I busted his ass cherry, he moaned like an expensive whore. He wasn't real
good at butt fucking, but he was young and would learn.

  His mother was waiting for us when we came out of his bedroom. She really
had made sandwiches. "My husband will be home in a little while. He'd love
to meet you."

  "Thanks, no, but tell him hello for me. I have other people to fuck," I
said as I grabbed a sandwich and walked out.

  How fucked up was that? I had told her exactly what I was going to do to
her son, and she' like, "Yeah great, how about a sandwich?" I guess I
really could fuck someone in front of their spouse and they wouldn't say
shit about it.

  I had to give this some thought. Believe it or not, I'm not so selfish to
think "Great I can have all the cock and pussy I want," no, I have to think
about how it affects the rest of the world. The whole world knows who I am
according to Leo.

  And that was only one test. Scientists test over and over to come to a
conclusion, right. I thought about maybe at my next event, I'd ask the
audience "Who wants to have sex with me?" but that would only start a
stampede.

  Then I remembered the boy that was in my commercial at the store
opening. I got his number in case I was ever back in the area. What was his
name? Oh yeah. Daniel. I found his number and called it.

  "Brice? I didn't think you'd call. Are you in the area? Where can I meet
you? Just name it, I'll be there."

  Well, that answered that question. He was just as horny for me as all the
others. I didn't bother to ask him about his sex life. I could tell he had
an erection just from hearing my voice.

  I had to seriously consider not having sex with anyone. Well except for
Harry, and probably Leo. They were already ruined for women.

  I made a couple of commercials and had a few personal appearances to do
before the Oscars. At one of the events, even though the crowd was behind a
barricade, they were pretty close to me. As I was speaking I noticed two
guys in front groping each other's crotch, and I don't think they had come
there together. A minute later I saw a guy whose pants were obviously
pulled down in back, pushing into the guy right behind him. I know the
other guy's dick was up his ass. To top it off, the receiver's wife kept
looking down to where they were joined.

  Jesus Christ! Whatever spell I was casting, was getting stronger. Or
maybe it was in relation to how horny I was, because at the time, I was
ready fot fuck a snake if someone would hold the head for me. In that state
of mind, I really shouldn't be out in public. I could turn an entire
audience gay.

******

  Harry had spared no expense for the trip to L.A. He even chartered a jet,
and had a room for my mother, and one for Leo, and a two bedroom suite for
us (even though we would only use one) at a fine hotel. He did it for my
mother's sake I'm sure.

  I had been invited to a few before parties that I didn't think I should
attend, there wouldn't be police protection. There is a lot of security at
the actual ceremony though. I had a reserved table for Reed and I, plus his
mother, my mother, and Harry and Leo. Harry even let me wear a tuxedo. The
red carpet treatment was nice, with lots of camera flashes, and the crowd
cheering. They stopped us for interviews, and only one reporter tried to
grab my crotch when the camera wasn't rolling.

  My mother was having a blast, having never really been exposed to all the
attention. The ceremony went on for hours. Our film won in every category
it was nominated for. Yes I won too. As I made my acceptance speech, I
could see people in the audience rubbing themselves. A room full of movie
stars masturbating inconspicuously at one time.

  It was very late when we got out of there. Most of the outside crowd had
dissipated. I heard a noise, and thought it odd that there would be
fireworks this late. Leo jerked his hand away from me, and I turned to tell
him it was only fireworks going off.

  I started to chuckle at his clumsiness as he went face down on the red
carpet. Then something splattered across my face, and Harry was laying on
top of Leo's back. Something was odd about his head though. Then Reed sort
of slumped into me and slid down my back.

  Our mothers were screaming. Panic seemed to be everywhere. I looked
around, confused. I saw two police officers tackle a tall thin man. I
instantly knew it was Adam.

  He was yelling, "He's mine! I marked him. He's mine. Nobody can have him
but me. He's mine. He's mine!"

  I was in shock. I don't even remember what happened after that. The next
thing I remember was lying in bed in my hotel room. I looked to the side,
and my mom was sitting in a chair, watching tv.

  "Where's Harry?"

  She looked at me, and shook her head slightly. "Oh Baby, Harry's gone."

  "Gone? Gone where?"

  Then I noticed the tv. It was running footage of me standing there, with
three bodies at my feet. And then cops tackling Adam. A banner scrolled
across the bottom saying " Brice's former tutor charged in mass shooting
after Oscar ceremonies. Brice unavailable for comment."

  I burst into tears. It was coming back to me, and I didn't like it. "What
about Leo?" I asked her.

  She just shook her head.

  The news loop was running again. Showing a closeup of my face covered in
blood before it went to the distant shot of the three bodies around
me. "Please turn that off. What about Reed?"

  "He's alive," she said almost gleefully, as if that made it all better.

  Mom slept in the other bedroom of my suite while we were there. She
didn't want to leave me alone. She fielded phone calls and ordered room
service for our meals. Mostly she watched me like a hawk. She knew I liked
Harry a lot. Probably didn't know I was in love with him, or maybe she did.

  L.A. is full of private security companies. I called one to get a team
for the rest of my time there. I wanted to visit Reed and I had to be
questioned by the police several times.

  Apparently Reed had taken a bullet to the gut. He underwent several hours
of surgery to put him back together, but he'd live. When I visited, he
didn't look too bad considering what he'd been through.

  The moment he saw me, he sent his mother out of the room. I don't think
he was angry about what happened, because he wanted to have sex with me
right there in the hospital. I finally agreed to give him a hand job. He
must have been saving that load for a long time, it was everywhere.

  When I got back to the hotel, Mom said, "Someone named Bill Lowenstein
keeps calling. He insists on talking to you. He's left dozens of messages."

  "Probably just another reporter wanting an interview. I'll call and give
him a piece of my mind," I groused.

  "Brice. Thanks for returning my call. I really must speak to you
about..."

  "I'm not giving any interviews. And it's really rude of you to intrude on
my privacy at a time like this."

  "I'm sorry Brice. I know these are difficult times. But I'm Harry's
friend Bill. I set up that tv interview in Atlanta for you."

  "Oh yeah, I remember. The attorney I told Harry I was going to strangle."

  "Uh... yes. Well, you need to make arrangements for Harry to be sent home
and buried."

  "What? You mean he's still here somewhere? Why me?"

  "You have Power of Attorney over everything. He left you his entire
estate."

  I couldn't respond. "Brice? Brice, are you there?"

  "What did you say?"

  "After the interview in Atlanta, he came to see me and changed his
will. He left you everything. Houses, money, stock, everything. I'll fax
you a copy of the POA. You'll probably need it to get him sent home. Come
see me at my office in Atlanta, and I'll go over everything for you."

  "What's wrong, Baby?" Mom asked after I hung up. "You look like you've
seen a ghost."

  I broke down crying. "I don't know how much more I can take," I said
sobbing on her shoulder. "Adam killed Harry and Leo because he was obsessed
with me. Now I find out Harry left me everything. I'd rather have Harry
back."

  "What do you mean he left you everything?" she asked, almost
hyperventilating.

  "His entire estate. He left it all to me."

  Mom dropped like a rock. Fainted dead away. Shit, that's all I needed
right then. I called in one of my security details to help me with her.

  After making arrangements for Harry to be sent home, I chartered a jet to
Atlanta. I didn't feel like being on a crowded plane, no telling what might
happen. On the flight I had a chance to talk to my mother.

  "Mom, did you ever notice anything strange about me?"

  "Strange? No, Baby, you're perfect. Everybody loves you."

  "That's one way of putting it," I muttered.

  "Look, Son, I know you blame yourself for Harry's death. But it's not
your fault. That man was deranged. And sometimes it's difficult to
understand God's plan for us."

  "God's plan?"

  "Yes, God's plan. It may be hard to see the big picture. Remember the
story of Moses. God turned the Nile into blood, sent plagues, and even
killed the firstborn children of Egypt before the Jews were finally freed."

  "So, you're saying God allows bad things to happen for a good reason?"

  "Of course. Think of all the people who have died because of some natural
disaster. If they had been here to reproduce and their children reproduce,
etc. how much more overcrowded the world would be. It's nature's, and
God's, way of reducing the population. The earth just can't support all
those people, or we all would starve to death at some point."

  As I finalized Harry's estate with Bill, I noticed the date on one of the
documents. It was my fourteenth birthday, and I hadn't even given it a
thought. Once I got home (Harry's house), I started my search for a
bodyguard. I needed someone big, young, unmarried, and trained by the
military.

  After a week of failed interviews, Joe showed up. Six feet, four inches
tall, built like a brick shithouse, and the looks of a Nordic God.

  "According to your application, you're ex-military."

  "Yes Sir. Special Ops."

  "And you're not married. Do you want children?"

  He chuckled a little. "Not anytime soon, Sir."

  "Strip." He may or may not get the job, but I wanted to see this specimen
naked.

  It's not the kind of thing you're normally asked in a job interview, but
he didn't blink an eye, just started removing his clothes. Beneath them, he
was gorgeous, and hung. About the same length as Harry, but a little
thicker and a fatter knob.

  "Why do you have an erection?" I asked him.

  "Because you're Brice."

  I had to feel that thing. I stepped over to him and wrapped my fingers
around his shaft. He stood at attention like he was on inspection by a
drill sergeant, only letting a slight moan escape his mouth.

  "I need a team of four with similar... uh, qualifications. Do you know
anyone else like that?"

  "I have a twin brother, and a couple of teammates from the military."

  "Do they need jobs?"

  "They'll quit what they're doing to work for you, Sir."

  "Good, give them a call. They start tomorrow. And you all will need
Kevlar vests, and lots of weapons. Oh, and you're staying here tonight."

  He smiled. "Yes, Sir."

  `Now get dressed before my mother sees you. She hasn't been laid in
years."

  As he started pulling on his pants, I stopped him. I leaned down gripping
his beautiful cock, and licked around the head. "Sorry, I just wanted a
taste before you put it away," I said gazing up at him.

  "No worries, Sir. Whenever you want it, just say the word."

  I was laying on my bed naked when I summoned him to my room. He didn't
need to be asked, just started undressing. I handed him a viagra because it
had been almost a month since I'd had sex, and I wanted a good riding. I
sucked his first load out, trying to get acquainted with his cock. It was
as delicious as I thought it would be. Then I handed him the lube and
brought my knees to my chest.

  "You are one sexy little fucker," Joe said as he lined up his cock.

  Once his knob passed my sphincter, his cock found a home in my chute. Oh
my god, did I choose the right guy for this job! He eased in and out of me
for a few minutes, then kissed me while holding his cock buried deep in me.

  "Oh, My God. It feels like your ass is sucking my dick. Oh! Sweet Jesus,
Brice."

  He started fucking me again, and picked up the pace. Soon he was plowing
me as hard as I could want. I squirted a load between us.

  OH FUCK! Did I make you cum? I made Brice cum! Shit. I'm cumming."

  I could feel his liquid nourishment filling my long neglected ass. He
kept pumping me through a second load from both of us. He lay panting
beside me.

  "Everybody talks about how hot you are. They have no fucking clue just
how hot you really are."

  "So I can count on you?" I asked as I reached for his cock again.

  "Anything you want, just ask, I'll do it."

  "Is your brother an identical twin?"

  He leaned in and kissed me. "You won't be able to tell us apart," he said
with a lecherous grin.

  We fucked five times that night before I wore him out. I was ready for
more, but even viagra has its limits.

  The rest of the team arrived in the morning. I told them to strip. They
did without question, all sported erections. Jon, Joe's brother, was
identical to Joe, right down to the last millimeter. Alvin was a huge black
man, two inches taller than Joe, and maybe a little longer, but
thinner. Mike was very handsome, though not as big as Joe, but he was
harder than an iron rod.

  From the looks of them, I had the perfect team. I couldn't wait to see,
and feel, them in action. I gave them instructions about how I wanted
things handled, as I walked around between them, enjoying the eye
candy. Then my phone buzzed. I told them to get dressed and go have lunch
in the kitchen.

  "Brice, this is Conroy Trench. We met at the announcement of your winning
the contest. I'm a shareholder in Dickerson's and on the board. I hate to
be insensitive at a time like this. I realize you've been through a lot,
but you haven't made any public appearances, or had a commercial released
in well over a month. Again, I don't mean to sound insensitive, but you are
under a contractual obligation to Dickerson's."

  "Conroy, when is the next board meeting?"

  "Monday at noon in the main office conference room."

  "I'll see you there, and not before." Then I called Bill.

  I spent the next few days working in close quarters with my new security
team. Sometimes singly or in pairs, a few times all four of them. By
Monday, I think they had a good grasp on what was expected of
them. Although Alvin looked pretty worn out, he made the grade anyway.

  Monday at noon Me, my team, and Bill walked into that boardroom. Conroy
and five other men I recognized from the contest party were there. Two of
them were the in house attorneys for Dickerson's, that had gone over the
contract with my mother.

  "Brice, I'm so glad you could make it. I'm sorry, I don't know these
gentlemen with you," Conroy said.

  "This is Bill Lowenstein. He's my attorney, oh and Harry's as well. And
these strapping young men are my bodyguards."

  One of the in house attorneys shook Bill's hand. "I spoke with you on the
phone awhile back about the Louisville property. I got your message to be
here, I'm glad you could take time out of your busy schedule to fly in from
Atlanta."

  "Gentlemen, be seated. The reason Brice and myself are here is because
Conroy pointed out that Brice was under contractual obligation to
Dickerson's. Here are a few documents you may want to have a look at," Bill
said as he passed a folder to each of them.

  "Now correct me if I'm wrong, but between the four board members you own
roughly ten percent of Dickerson's. Another five percent is owned by
Harry's half witted cousin, and the remaining eighty five percent was owned
by Harry. In that folder, you will find a copy of Harry's will leaving his
entire estate to Brice. Brice is now the chief officer of this board,
majority shareholder, and oh yes, your boss. Reminding him of his
obligation to Dickerson's could only be seen as a preamble to a
lawsuit. Which in effect would be him suing himself, which doesn't sit well
in the courtroom."

  Conroy slammed his hand on the table. "Now listen here, Brice. You..."

  "Sit Down Conroy!" I glared at him. "The whole world may know me as
Brice, but you may call me Mr. Ford, or Sir."

  Bill continued. "Brice is quite aware of his obligation to Dickerson's
and has every intention of fulfilling his duties under the contract. At his
own pace. As head of this company, he has an even greater obligation to
it. For he is now the true Face of the company in every respect. As you can
imagine, when word gets out that Brice owns Dickerson's, the company will
probably go global, with his help of course. Or he could turn on the
company, speaking out against it, and it will probably go broke within a
year."

  Bill paused to let all that sink in. You could read on their faces that
they clearly understood the possibilities. "So, which shall it be,
gentlemen?" Bill concluded.

  Suddenly everyone was all smiles and handshakes. When we got back into
the limo, I turned to Bill. "I want to buy out Conroy's stock. Write up a
reasonable over market offer."

  "I don't think he'll take it," Bill replied.

  "If I send a couple of my boys to hand deliver it, he will. They can be
quite persuasive." Joe and Jon both raised their hands to volunteer.

  "Put the stock in my mom's name. She's been an employee at Dickerson's
for years. She'll bring a different perspective to the board."

  "To be honest, I was concerned when Harry changed his will. Now I think
he made a wise choice," Bill remarked.

  By the time we ate lunch and dropped Bill off, school was out. We went to
a busy mall, and just walked down the hall. Soon we were being followed by
a large crowd, but my team was effective in keeping them at bay. I picked
two boys from the crowd, one fifteen year old and one thirteen year old
that was there with his parents. I merely asked to borrow their son for a
few hours.

  Both boys got a piece of my ass, and my team all got some of theirs, as I
lapped up the teen cream that was pounded out of them. It was a delightful
afternoon. They were walking a little funny when we took them home, but
they were smiling like never before.

*******************

 You might ask how a shy, reserved young boy could have the balls to stand
up to a board of directors, and just pick someone from a crowd to take home
and fuck.

  I admit, I was at the end of my rope when Harry and Leo were murdered. I
was questioning my own existence. Why was all this happening? Why am I
here? I had turned to the people I trusted most for answers. The things
they told me didn't really explain what I needed to know.

  Harry had talked about the universe, and that I should be who I am and
not worry about it. Leo said the whole world wanted me. My mother spoke of
God's plan and the big picture. She even mentioned plagues and killing
first born children.

  After Harry's funeral I was a wreck. The moturary's limo driver had
`inspirational' music on in the car. As I said, I was in shambles when I
got back into the car. I heard Harry's voice, or at least I thought it was
Harry. The voice coming from the radio sounded a lot like Harry.

  "Be yourself.
  Especially do not feign affection.
  Neither be cynical about love;
  For in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
  It is as perennial as the grass."

  "What Harry?" I cried out loud.

  The voice had continued but I didn't understand it for another
minute. Then I heard Harry say,

  "You are a child of the universe,
  No less than the trees and the stars;
  You have a right to be here.
  And whether or not it is clear to you,
  No doubt the universe is unfolding;
  As it should."

  Was Harry speaking to me from the grave? A child of the universe? Did
this song just happen to be playing? Was Mom right about God's plan? Harry
had mentioned Joan of Arc communicating with God, and I had said I wasn't
in touch with God.

  Then I heard,

  "Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be."

  I couldn't believe it. Suddenly it was all clear to me. The big picture,
God's plan.

******

  It's been four years since Harry's funeral. Dickerson's has gone global,
with my help. I'm busy running the company, and doing commercials and
appearances all over the world. Most of the crowds are what you would
expect at a rock concert.

  I'm not an incubus, or a sex god. Some may say I'm an instrument of the
devil. A scientist may say I'm a natural phenomenon. I like to think of
myself as an instrument of God. From what I can tell, everywhere I go, the
population growth is greatly reduced. Just being near me brings homosexual
tendancies to the surface. It doesn't mean you can't perform as a
heterosexual, you just won't go out of your way to. Actually having sex
with me almost garrantees you won't reproduce, or at least you don't give a
shit if you do or don't.

  So instead of sending a plague or natural disaster to kill off millions
of people, God sent me. To humanely prevent them from being born in the
first place.

The End
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