Date: Sat, 5 Jun 2010 22:04:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Baron <hgo469@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Paperboy - 14

My Paperboy - 14
Copyright 2010 by hgo469@yahoo.com
All Rights Reserved


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WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

If you are under 18 years of age, offended by stories which depict sex
between boys, men or boys and men or live in a jurisdiction where
reading/possessing such materials is illegal exit now. (If you are living
in one of those jurisdictions you would do better to move now.)

This story is fiction; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure
coincidence, nothing more; however, some of the fruits of my imagination do
get their start from things that happened in the past, either to me or to
someone I knew. Since this is fiction, SAFE SEX isn't required; however, in
real life there are too many things out there to take that sort of chance.

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


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Chapter Fourteen

I really didn't think Mr. Mansfield was fair when he suspended me and gave
me all those detentions, but I felt a bit better since Buff was not going
to be back period. I suspected that Buff's former henchmen were going to
wish that they weren't going to be around here either -- there was quite a
few guys who had been picked on by them in the past and pay back has always
been a mother.
	The trip home was very quiet, too quiet I felt, but since Bobby and
Jim were not saying anything I decided that my best course of action would
be to be silent too.
	Once we were inside the house Bobby said, "After you undress you
will come back into the living room at once," in a serious voice like I had
never heard him use before. I was worried, but at the same time I wasn't
about to disobey. A minute later I arrived back in the living room in what
had come to be the uniform of the day -- skin.
	Bobby and Jim were still fully dressed, Jim was sitting in his
reclining chair and Bobby was on the sofa -- from where I stood between I
could only see one of them at a time, I tried to look back and forth
between them.
	"What are you looking at me for?" Jim asked. "Bobby is the adult
responsible for you."
	I turned back to face Bobby, I had never seen him look so serious
before.
	"What am I going to do with you?" Bobby asked after a period of
silence.
	I started to reply then decided that it would be much better if I
just kept quite, at least until I had a better feeling about what was going
to happen.
	"You were lucky, if they hadn't had that security camera running in
that hallway it would have been three against one and you would have been
the one. What do you think would have happened then?"
	"Uh, Mr. Mansfield knows ..."
	Bobby interrupted me -- "Knows what? That you are a fool? That you
wanted to show off that you could beat up on three bigger guys? What does
he know?"
	"You know I'm not like that, you know it," I protested.
	"How do I know it? From what I saw: you chasing a boy down the
hallway and beating him up?"
	"You know I wouldn't do something like that without a very good
reason."
	"A very good reason, is bringing the authorities into our lives a
good reason? Is you guys all ending up in foster-homes -- separate
foster-homes -- a good reason? These things, or even things a lot worse
could happen -- is that what you want for your `very good reason?' Is it?"
	"Mr. Mansfield knows that Buff and his pals are bullies. They have
spent a lot of time in his office ..."
	"So what? What Mr. Mansfield `knows' and what he can prove are two
very different items. What he saw was you chasing a boy down the hallway
and then assaulting me with your fists while two other boys were laying on
the floor with plenty of bruises from where you had beat them with your
fists. When the time came for each of the boys to tell his story it was
three to one -- their story against yours -- what anyone `knows' isn't
going to be worth much when the other parties in the incident all claim you
are the aggressor."
	"But he had that video, it showed what really happened."
	"Did you know that there was a camera in that hallway?"
	"Uh, no."
	"So what would have happened then?"
	"I-I-I would have been toast!?!?"
	"Toast? That is just a start, you could have ended up in that
Continuation School where all the rest of the trouble-makers are -- what
sort of a college do you think you could get into then?"
	"But they had that video, they knew I was telling the truth."
	"And what about the next time?"
	"Next time, what next time?" I asked.
	"Well, at least you got that one right, there won't be a next time
-- will there?"
	"No, Bobby, I promise there won't be a `next time.'"
	"Good, now I only have to deal with `this time.' What do you think
should happen to you as punishment now?"
	"Why should I be punished -- I already received 10 dentations and
all I did was defend myself."
	"If that was all you had done I would agree -- and if you had only
taken care of those guys who had attacked you that would be all it
was. Only then you had to take punishment into your own hands and chase
that third boy down the hallway -- this is what you are being punished for
-- that and just being a fool."
	I still didn't feel that it was fair, but it was obvious that Bobby
felt differently. Someone once said "shit runs down-hill" so I guess I at
the bottom of this hill.

* * * * *

	Watching Bobby deal with his brother made it hard to believe that
he had only graduated from high school a few months ago. I don't think I
have handled this any better myself.
	Bobby turned to me, "What do you think his punishment should be?"
he asked me.
	"I wasn't going to get into this one, I'm sure you have a few ideas
of your own. How about I just sit this one out and only become involved if
I feel that you have gone over the edge?"
	Bobby nodded. "I have a problem; most of the things I think of are
things that I suspect you might enjoy based on how kinky you have turned
out to be. Punishment should be something you won't enjoy and won't want to
have happen again."
	After a minute of silence it was Tom who spoke up, "Upstairs in the
far back corner of our room there is what appears to be a cage that would
work well for a large dog."
	Bobby looked at me questioningly.
	"That came with the house, the people I bought it from had a large
dog and when they were going to be away for more than a couple of hours
they would put the dog in the cage so that he couldn't get into anything
while they were away."
	"Do you think it would hold Brent?" Bobby asked.
	"I can't see any reason that it couldn't -- I don't think he would
be very comfortable in it, but I'm sure he would fit."
	"Does it have to stay in the attic?"
	"No, they used it in the garage, I moved it up to the attic when
they didn't want to take it with them -- other than some dirt and dust
there isn't anything wrong with it."
	"Can we bring it down here now?"
	"I don't see why not, I took it up to the attic by my self. I do
recommend that first it be taken outside and hosed off a bit -- it's been
right where it is now for the last six years."
	I sat back and watched a bit of TV as Bobby led the boys up to the
attic.

* * * * *

	Bobby led all of us up to the attic, sure enough there in the
corner there was a large dog cage. It was collapsible, and while it was
made with very heavy gauge wire with none of the openings large enough to
fit a hand through. The top and front panel with the door were actually
made of expended metal and at the bottom there was a small slot where you
could even push in a bowl of water or food.
	Bobby and the others all watched and offered suggestions while I
did all the work to bring the thing back downstairs. Out on the patio I
used a hose and washed all of the dust and dirt out into the grass. Once it
had been set up I could see that I would fit inside it fairly good, but not
with a whole lot of additional room to get comfortable. I wouldn't be able
to sit, stand, or lay down -- all I would be able to do is kneel there --
not a really happy thought.
	After the cage had dried out I brought it into the living room and
set it up in front of the sofa. Was this where Bobby had decided I was
going to spend my punishment time? Thank you, Tom, for remembering it.

* * * * *

	I could tell that Brent wasn't happy about this cage idea -- for
that matter if it had been me instead of him I'm not too sure I would have
liked it either. I guess I was glad that it was Brent and not me who was
going to be caged. Of course, I guess being caged for a little while could
be rather sexy too for that matter.
	Bobby pulled out a set of leather wrist cuffs and locked them on
Brent, this time with his hands in front of him. "If you want to use the
toilet I suggest you do it now," Bobby said slapping Brent on the ass as he
hurried off to the toilet.
	When Brent returned Bobby locked a pair of leather ankle cuffs on
him and then helped him to get down and crawl backward into the cage --
then he closed and locked the door. I noticed that Bobby had not used one
of Jim's locks but rather one that he had used in school on his locker.
	"I'm the only one who can open that cage and let you out," he told
Brent, "so you had better hope that I remember the combination."
	Brent shivered a bit, "What is something happens to you?" he asked.
	"Think about it," was all he said.
	The cage was turned so that Brent couldn't see the TV so all he
could do was listen as we watched the TV, since it was Friday night Jim let
up pick out a porno to watch as well. This one featured two guys who picked
up hitch-hikers and then had sex with them before they released them naked
along the road somewhere. The action was hot, but I wondered if things like
that actually ever happened.
	When I asked Jim he told me about a couple of cases when things
like that happened except that instead of just releasing their victims
naked they actually killed them. At first it sort of sounded hot, but after
he got to the part when the guys got killed I decided I didn't think I
wanted it to happen to me.

* * * * *

	I looked at my watch, it was a lot later than I realized, "Would
anyone besides me like to have some pizza before we go to bed?" I asked.
	The instant reactions I got left no doubt about how the boys felt
on the subject -- I placed the call and suggested that Kevin could make the
delivery on his way home. Bobby gave me a bit of an evil grin when I said
that.
	"That reminds me," Bobby said, "I ran into Charles and Dustin this
week. Now that they are in college they have come out and admitted that
they are both gay and in love. They gave me their phone number in case I
would like to get together with them some weekend, it appears that I was
one of the few guys at school who didn't make fun of them and they really
wanted to become friends."
	A simple look and I knew that Bobby was thinking about something a
lot more than just friendship. "I didn't tell them much except that I
wasn't still living at home but had a job as a houseboy for someone I met
on my paper route."
	"Okay," I said. "What else were you thinking about?"
	"Well, after Kevin and Scott came here last week I was thinking
about trying to let Charles and Dustin have some with them, so of a way to
get back for some of the things that they did back in high school."
	At that point the doorbell rang, I quick check of the security
camera showed that it was Kevin with the pizzas. This time no one was
concerned about going to the door in the nude. Kelly took the pizzas and
headed to the table while Kevin looked around -- the first thing he saw was
the twins.
	"Who are these cuties?" he asked.
	"They are Bobby's littlest brothers; they are staying here too, at
least for now."
	"Can we join the party? Scott is out in the car and this week it is
my turn to be the slave. I have had a vibrating butt-plug in my asshole all
night and I'm hornier than ever."
	When I gave permission Kevin waved to the car and Scott ran up to
the door. He was wearing just a pair of jogging shorts and rubber sandals;
he carried a small flight bag like the last time.
	As soon as I closed the door Scott turned to Kevin and told him to
strip -- once he was naked I saw the wire that ran from the butt-plug to a
small control box that I presumed also contained the batteries. "I've had
to change the batteries three times tonight," Scott said. That said Scott
removed his shorts so that now everyone was naked.
	It was only when Brent spoke up to ask if he was going to get any
pizza that Scott and Kevin noticed him in the cage that was now being used
like a coffee table in front of the sofa.
	"Don't ask," I said, "he is being punished."
	Ignoring Brent, the rest of us headed to the table and the pizza.
	"Are you the Master tonight or would you like to join Kevin as a
slave?" I asked Scott.
	"I'm yours to command," he replied kneeling down beside Kevin.
	"When do you have to go back to work tomorrow?" I asked Kevin.
	"Sir, I don't have to be to work until Monday afternoon, this is my
weekend off."
	"And I don't have to be anywhere until Tuesday morning, Sir, that
is if you wish to have me around until then," Scott said.
	I motioned for the twins to come over beside me. "This two are your
Masters for the weekend," I said.
	"But, Sir, they are just little kids."
	"And now they are your Masters as well." I turned to Tom, "You are
the older twin, which one of these slaves to you want?" I asked.
	Tom looked at the boys, trying to look at them just like guys look
at horses in the movies or on TV. He opened both slaves mouths like he was
counting their teeth, hefted each boys' cock and balls, and then looked at
the wire that was hanging from Kevin's asshole. "I'll take this one," Tom
said, indicated Kevin.
	"Then I guess you get the other one," I said to Eddy.
	"Just like always the younger twin always get the leftovers," Eddy
laughed and then Slapped Scott hard on the ass.
	I was going to have to remember to ask Tom why he chose Kevin, the
two boys were very much the same, they each had about 6-inches of cock and
were about 5'8" with 135#. For that matter Scott was a blond.
	The first thing that the twins asked for was a pair of leather
wrist-cuffs and then they locked their new toy's hands behind their backs.
	"I don't want them to think they can overpower us just because we
are little," Eddy said with a rather evil grin.
	The pizza was disappearing quickly, the twins each gave a couple of
pieces to each of their slaves, when everyone had had their fill there were
still a few pieces left over. Brent hadn't said anything since Bobby had
gone over to the cage and quietly suggested that he might just take him out
in the back yard and see if the cage floated.
	Bobby cut a couple of the remaining slices into small pieces and
put them on a paper plate. He took them over to the cage and pushed the
plate through the small slot at the floor. "These are yours, but only if
you do not touch them with your hands, I'm watching," he said.
	Brent had a lot of trouble getting his face down to the plate but
he managed and started eating. "This pizza is cold," Brent said after he
had managed to eat a couple of pieces, "couldn't you have put it in the
microwave for a bit?"
	"If you don't like it, I'll take it back. I was thinking about
putting it in the freezer for a little while before I gave it to you."
	"Why are you being so mean to me?" he asked after he managed to eat
the last piece.
	"I don't know, who was it that got suspended at school? Who was it
that could still manage to get someone around here so that we ended up in
foster care? Who needs to learn something so that this doesn't happen
again? Who?"
	Brent didn't say anything else.
	"You had just better hope that I'm going to let you out of there
tonight to get some sleep, I'm too sure that you will get any rest kneeling
in there like that."
	Brent nodded and Bobby turned back to the table where the twins
were trying to decide what they were going to do with their new toys [the
slaves] next.

* * * * *

	What had Kevin gotten us into? The last time both of us were here
we had both been used as slaves, but this time Jim had given us to two
little kids. What were they going to do to us? To make things even worse we
both had admitted that we didn't need to be anywhere until at least Monday
afternoon and it was only Friday night. I wanted to ask Kevin a question
but the last time I started to say anything both of us ended up gagged, now
I couldn't say anything. So far the only things I had learned about these
two boys was that Tom, Kevin's Master, was 2 minutes older than Eddy, my
Master. Since both of them were nude, just like us, I could see that they
only had about 3-inches of cock and that they really were into each other.
	Eddy produced a large butt-plug which had a wire running from it
much the same as the one I had pushed into Kevin so many hours ago
now. Eddy greased up the plug a bit and then started pushing it into me --
I wasn't sure I had ever had one that large inside me before and my first
reaction was to try to resist, even with my hands cuffed behind me I still
had use of my feet and legs, only then what was I going to do -- I was
still naked and my hands were locked behind me. To get away from here I
would have to pass through a who bunch of other guys who would know at once
I was trying to escape -- besides that I really didn't want to escape --
this was really the sort of scene I had always wanted -- totally helpless
with someone I didn't know in complete control of me and my body.
	I felt that plug pressing against my sphincter, automatically my
anal muscles all tightened trying to deny admission to the invader, only
with the grease that my Master [yes, I was already thinking of him in that
regard] had covered it with I knew it was going to be inserted, the only
question was how long it would take. I did my best to relax and allow entry
-- the last time here we had both been fisted by their older brothers so
this would be easy.
	Suddenly it was inside and only the short grab ring was still
visible -- then he turned on the vibrator and my prostate started to
pulsate. My already hard cock grew until it was like a steel bar there
before me. My pre-teen captor was having a lot of fun as he slowly began to
wank me with his still greasy hand, slowly at first but then beginning to
increase both the speed and pressure as that combined with the vibrations
against my prostate was quickly driving me over the edge.
	And then he stopped, he took his hand away and the vibrations
coming from the plug stopped at the same moment. When I looked over at
Kevin I noticed that he was in the same condition, all tied up and unable
to cum. What kind of sadistic guys were these? After a few minutes they
started again and again they stopped before I was finished.
	Again and again they managed to bring both of right to the very
edge, and then stop -- wait for a bit until we had started to settle down a
bit and then start over. I tried to beg through the gag, pleasing to be
allowed to cum, only these two sadistic boys were enjoying themselves far
too much at our expense to even consider allowing us any release from our
torment.
	Finally they removed the gags, allowing us to plead for release,
instead of giving us our release they directed us to their crotches,
telling us that their cocks need the attention of a slave. Since we didn't
have much of a choice, that is if we really wanted a choice in the first
place, he each took one of those pricklets into our mouth.
	"Take our balls too," both Masters insisted.
	I opened my mouth a bit wider and accepted my Master's complete
package -- I washed it with my tongue and did my best to bring him to a
climax in the hope that he will return the favor and allow me to reach my
own climax.
	It didn't take before I could feel their miniature nuts pulling up
into their scrotum, preparing to blast their loads of hot boy juices into
our sucking mouths. The salty/sweet flavor of a young man's jism is
something to be savored.
	With twin cries of pleasure the boys exploded into our suctioning
mouths, again and again, load after load of juices -- how did guys that
young manage to explode with such copious amounts of fluids.
	It was only after they had rested for a bit that they once again
began working to bring us back to the and hopefully to full release. Again
these youngsters were able to anticipate our pending orgasm and stop just
before we reached the point of no return. I lost track of the number of
times they brought us to the brink, only to allow us to back away without
reaching the release we desired.
	And then, one at a time they released our arms and laid us out on
the floor, spread-eagled on our backs, still unsatisfied and unable to
reach ourselves to finish the jobs ourselves.
	When I began to protest that we still hadn't been allowed to reach
orgasm I was told that I was a slave and if my Master didn't want me to cum
it was his right to leave me in that condition.
	"Any more complaints and you will be gagged, and this time it will
be with as big a gag as I can manage to force into your mouth."
	After what we had already been through I had no doubt that he was
serious and decided that there was truly nothing to be gained by complaint.
	The two boys climbed into a single bed, and after turning off the
lights seemed to laugh and giggle for a few minutes before they seemed to
fall asleep. There wasn't anything I could do about either Kevin or my
condition at the moment -- the bondage equipment with which we were tied
was quite solid and even if we had struggled the whole night I don't think
we would have accomplished anything except to be rather tired in the
morning.
	With that thought in my head I closed my eyes and enjoyed the
position I was in, I always wanted to be helpless, and here it was, my wish
fulfilled.

* * * * *

	Jim and Kelly had said goodnight and headed off to Jim's room, that
left just Bobby and I in the living room. I had lost track of how long I
had been in this dog cage, but I knew that this was the most uncomfortable
position I had ever experienced. I couldn't move much more than if I had
been either hog-tied or spread-eagled, on I was bent over on my knees and
they were beginning to really hurt. Every time I tried to ask Bobby to
release me he just told me to shut-up and then said that he was adding more
time to the amount of time I would spend like I was. Since Bobby had used
his old locker lock on the cage no one except Bobby, not even Jim, could
release me. Bobby had sat back on the sofa, using the cage like a foot
stool and now it sounded like he too was asleep. Was I the only one in the
house who was still awake? I had tried to at least nap, but in this
position there just wasn't any way. One thing was certain; I was going to
make sure I didn't get sent home from fighting again. I realized that was
the thing that Bobby and Jim were trying to say and I wanted to tell them
that they had my attention, only they didn't seem to be willing to let me
tell them about it.
	The cage rattled and Bobby sat up, taking his feet off the cage. I
didn't say anything but I did do my best to see what he was doing.
	Bobby and started to leave the room. "Goodnight, prisoner," Bobby
said as he started out of the room.
	"Hey, you can't leave me like this all night," I said loudly, I
wanted to make sure that Bobby heard me.
	"What do you mean `I can't leave you like that?' I can do anything
I want to with you and no one is going to have anything to say about
it. I'm the only person who knows the combination to the lock that is
keeping you in there."
	"But you're my brother," I pleaded.
	"Did you think about that at school this morning? Did you think
about what might happen to me, or any of the rest of us? If you're my
brother, show it! I'm not talking about things like nuzzling up beside me
or any of the others in bed, I'm talking about what might happen if someone
decides that you are a problem and they decide that I can't control you and
they want to take you, and the others too, and place you in a
foster-home. Did you think about that before you took off down the hallway
after that fool? I doubt it."
	"I didn't think about anything like that."
	"I know you didn't, and that's the problem, it's the things that
you do without thinking that can cause the problems."
	"It won't happen again, Bobby, I promise," I felt a crack in my
voice as I tried to hold back tears. I didn't want anyone to see me crying.
	"How do I know that? What about the next time when another fool
makes you angry? I'm not suggesting that you not stand up for yourself --
it that was all you did I wouldn't be having this conversation right now."
	"Please Bobby, it won't happen again," a tear grew in the corner of
my eye and after that it was only a matter of moments before I was crying
like a baby. I managed to bring my hands up to my face but I couldn't stop
the tears.
	I didn't hear Bobby open the cage door until I felt his hands
grasping my head and helping me to crawl out of the cage. Bobby released my
ankles and then helped me to try to stand up. After being crouched over
like that for as long as I had been it wasn't easy and if Bobby hadn't been
holding onto me I'm sure I couldn't have stood up.
	"I love you Bobby, I don't want anything to happen that might cause
us to not live together." I tried to stretch up to kiss him.
	Bobby bent down a bit and we kissed, a long and lingering kiss with
a great deal of passion. Still holding onto my arm Bobby led me out of the
living room.
	"Where are we going?" I asked him.
	"To your room. Kelly is in Jim's room with Jim and the twins are in
their room the Kevin and Scott. Your room is the only one still available
and I think we should stay together alone tonight."
	I didn't say anything but just allowed Bobby to lead me into the
room that I usually shared with Kelly. Each of us had his own double bed so
there was plenty of room for the two of us in my bed. Bobby removed the
wrist-cuffs and I wrapped my arms around my big brother -- I loved him so
much it hurt -- and again kissed like there was no tomorrow.
	Together we climbed into my bed, no one was tied up and there was
no sex play, we just hand onto each other and I fell asleep knowing that my
brother's love was the most important thing in my life.

* * * * *

	I woke up with a serious need to piss, Kelly had done his best to
wear me out last night, and I felt like I had been rode hard and put away
wet. Kelly was a very sexual young man and tonight there was just the two
of us in the bed. No bondage toys, no third or fourth people, just him and
me. Kelly may have only had 4-inches, but when left to his own devices he
did know how to use them.
	When we first lay down I asked Kelly if he would like to fuck
me. He looked at me in surprise.
	"You'd let me fuck you?" he asked.
	"Sure, why not?"
	"But you're the Master."
	"I was going to be your brother's Master, and with everything that
has happened lately I'm not so sure that is really what is
happening. However, even if I am Bobby's Master that still doesn't make me
yours. I don't remember ever enslaving you or any of your younger brothers
either for that matter."
	Kelly just looked at me for a moment and then he asked, "On your
back or on your stomach?"
	I handed Kelly the jar of lube from the nightstand and told him
that he should climb up between my legs, I'd put my feet up on his
shoulders and we would do it like that.
	Kelly worked a finger full of lube into my asshole and moved it
around a bit, then he spread a bit more on his now rigid 4-inch cock. I
felt the tip press against the rosebud of my anus and concentrated on
making my sphincter relax as much as I could so that he would not have any
problem gaining entry to my love-tunnel.
	"Ah," Kelly sighed as the mushroom-shaped head of his cock burst
through and my sphincter clasp tightly around the glans of his cock.
	"You're doing find, now fuck me, Kelly, put everything you have
into it. I want to feel you inside me."
	Kelly pushed forward until his groin was tight against mine, after
a moment he pulled back until only the head was once again inside me. Kelly
but everything he had into fucking me, in and out, slowing increasing the
speed as he got into it deeper and deeper.
	I heard him gasp as he plowed into me for all he was worth, and
then he just stayed there, as load after load of boy-juice flowed from him
to me. I reached back and grasped his hips to prevent him from withdrawing
-- I wanted to feel him for as long as he was even faintly able to stay
there.
	"I'm so small, Jim, I don't think you could even feel anything."
	"Remember," I said, "It isn't the size of the ship, it's the motion
on the ocean!"
	I held him tight against me until his erection had completely
returned to its flaccid state. Only then did I allow him to roll aside and
let my legs return to the bed. Kelly was pretty much spent and so was I for
that matter.
	I kissed him and then held him tight against me, this time face to
face and it seemed like only moments before both of us were fast asleep.
	When I woke I did my best to pull away without disturbing my bed
partner, I really did need to piss and I also wanted to check on Brent and
see if he was still in the dog cage or if Bobby had relented and allowed
him to be released. I was a bit worried about him staying in that cage for
too long, but when I looked into the living room I could see that the cage
was empty and there was only the single night light that I kept in the
living room at night. Since Bobby was the only person in the house who had
the combination to the lock I knew he had released him and since they
hadn't come into my room I could only presume that they had gone into
Brent's. I went on into the bathroom and then crept back into bed with
Kelly who never even realized that I had left.

* * * * *

	I woke up still in bed with Brent; I looked at the clock and
realized that it was already after 8 o'clock. Since Brent was still
sleeping I crept into the kitchen and used the phone from there. Jim had
been promising to program the house to respond to our voices as well as
his, but so far he hadn't done it. It didn't make that much difference this
time in any case as I wanted this call to be a bit more private, or at
least enough so that Scott and Kevin couldn't hear it. As far as I knew
when you used the speaker phone you could hear it from anywhere in the
house, and for sure I didn't want to take a chance of them knowing what was
going to happen yet.

BOBBY: HELLO, IS THIS CHARLES?  VOICE NO, THIS IS DUSTIN, CHARLES IS IN THE
OTHER ROOM, HANG ON A MINUTE AND I'LL GET HIM.  BOBBY: I REALLY WANTE TO
SPEAK WITH BOTH OF YOU. THIS IS BOBBY NG. I REALLY WANT TO SPEAK WITH BOTH
OF YOU.  DUSTIN: OKAY, JUST A MOMENT. [SHOUTS: CHARLES, PICK UP THE PHONE,
IT'S BOBBY NG.}  CHARLES: [CLICK] HI THERE BOBBY, WHAT'S HAPPENING?  BOBBY:
YOU SAID THAT YOU WANTED TO GET TOGETHER ONE OF THESE DAYS. WELL, I'VE GOT
A LITTLE SOMETHING HAPPENING AROUND HERE THAT I THINK YOU GUYS MIGHT JUST
REALLY ENJOY.  CHARLES: WHAT IS IT?  BOBBY: YOU REMEMBER THAT OLD ADAGE
"REVENGE IS A DISH BEST EATEN COLD."  DUSTIN: YEAH, SO ...  BOBBY: WELL I
HAVE SOMETHING THAT YOU BOTH MIGHT ENJOY.  CHARLES: SO TELL US ALREADY.
BOBBY: I'M SURE YOU REMEMBER KEVIN AND SCOTT AND HOW THEY WERE ALWAYS
TRYING TO MAKE YOUR LIVES AS MISERABLE AS THEY WERE.  DUSTIN: YOU DON'T
NEED TO REMIND US, BUT SO WHAT, THEY AREN'T AT THE COLLEGE, I KNOW, I
CHECKED, SO WITH ANY LUCK I'LL NEVER SEE THOSE TWO SHITHEADS AGAIN.  BOBBY:
WHAT IF I TOLD YOU THAT NOT ONLY CAN YOU SEE THEM AGAIN, BUT THAT THEY WERE
GOING TO RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF YOU, STARK NAKED AND TOTALLY HELPLESS?
CHARLES: TELL US MORE.  BOBBY: I'LL TAKE THAT AS A YES.  DUSTIN: WHO DO WE
HAVE TO KILL?  CHARLES: AND HOW MANY?  BOBBY: ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS ARRIVE
AND I'LL GIVE THEM TO YOU FOR LETS SAY ABOUT 8 HOURS.  DUSTIN: RIGHT NOW?
BOBBY: THERE'S NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT.  DUSTIN: WHERE ARE WE GOING.
BOBBY: YOU REMEMBER WHERE I TOLD YOU I WAS LIVING NOW? WELL YOU ONLY NEED
TO COME HERE, BUT YOU NEED TO DO IT NOW WHILE I STILL HAVE THEM AVAILABLE.
CHARLES: AS SOON AS WE CAN FINISH GETTING DRESSED WE'LL BE OVER.  BOBBY:
I'LL BE EXPECTING YOU SHORTLY THEN.  DUSTIN: INDEED.

	Now all I had to do was tell the twins that they were going to have
to share their slaves for a few hours today.
	The twins were already awake and playing with each other while
their two captives were still spread-eagled on the floor.
	"They were making too much noise while we were chatting with our
friends on the Internet. It was okay to gag and blindfold them wasn't it?"
	"They are your slaves aren't they?" I asked.
	"Yes."
	"Then why wouldn't it be okay?"
	"But they said ..."
	I interrupted, "Since when does what a slave says have any
importance? Remember they're slaves, and slaves only do whatever it is that
their Master tell them to do, period!"
	The twins nodded as one.
	"Have they had a chance to piss or shit yet?"
	"We let them piss in those bottles we got in the hospital, we
haven't released them yet so if they need to shit they haven't done it
yet."
	"Okay. Now I'm going to borrow your slaves for a few hours, there
are a couple of other guys who really need to use them for a little while
today."
	"Those guys you mentioned before, the ones who they had always
picked on in school?"
	I just nodded.
	"Can we watch?"
	"I don't see why not, maybe you'll learn something along the way."
I smiled.
	The twins trailed along with me back down to the living room where
we found Jim, Kelly, and Brent all working on cereal and toast. While the
three of us fixed ourselves something to eat I told Jim what I had done --
there was still time for him to stop things if he really wanted to, but I
was hoping that he wouldn't.
	He didn't, in fact he made a couple of connections and we could see
anything that happened in the twins room from any TV set in the house.
	"I don't think we should let your guests know that we are
watching. When they arrive we will all be in one of the other bedrooms and
you can lead them up to where their prizes are waiting.
	We all quickly finished our breakfasts and then clean the table --
now all we needed to do was await Dustin and Charles.

* * * * *

	"I just realized what that address Bobby gave us is -- that's Jim
James' house -- you remember, the guy who always seemed to be watching very
intently whenever a cute guy came down the street."
	"So what, don't you watch all the time too?"
	I just nodded, when Charles was right he was right. We had just
gotten up when Bobby called, now we were hurrying as quickly as we could --
I had told Bobby we would be there in about an hour and from the looks of
things we weren't going to have any time to spare. It was just an hour from
when we had hung up the phone when I reached for the door bell.
	Before I could press the button the door opened and there stood
Bobby Ng, stark naked himself.
	"Come on in guys," he said.
	I was trying not to say anything about Bobby being nude, but it
wasn't working out to good, particularly since I noticed that Bobby also
had removed all of his pubic hairs.
	"I'm always nude at home, that is one of the house rules, after a
little while I don't even notice it -- I guess I could have pulled on a
pair of shorts to answer the door, only I knew that it was you guys and I
didn't think that either of you were going to be offended by my nudity."
	We both chuckled.
	"Should we abide to the house rules?" Charles asked.
	"Up to you, you are special guests, invited for a special reason
and Jim has said that in that case, while the rules still apply to me, they
don't have to apply to you."
	"Stick with the house rules I always say," I replied as I started
to unbutton my shirt. At home we never wore clothing if we could help it
and our apartment building had a rule of clothing optional as well so we
didn't even have to wear something to throw out the trash or go down to the
pool area. Of course we couldn't have sex at poolside, but I guess there
are limits to everything, it is just that sometimes the limits are a bit
more flexible than others.
	Bobby showed us a small closet where we could place our clothing
and then he led up into a small staircase that led up to the second
floor. As we stood outside the closed door of the room in front of us I
could hear someone trying to talk through a gag. I looked first at Charles
and then at Bobby. Bobby just smiled.
	"Here is a key that will fit all the locks holding them in
place. There is fairly extensive collection of additional `toys' in the
bedside table between the beds. If there is something you think you might
need but can't find just push the little button above the bedside table and
when the button turns green say out loud whatever it is that you need. If I
have it around here I'll bring it up to you in a few minutes, if I don't it
means that I don't have it or else don't have access to it..
	"What say we go in and check on your friends?" I said with a
chuckle.
	We entered the room without a sound. I positioned Charles and
Dustin so that they were standing directly over the two helpless guys on
the floor.
	"Hey guys, you have a couple of visitors," I said as I reached down
and pulled off both of their blindfolds. The room was bright and it took a
minute for Kevin and Scott's eyes to adjust to the room light after having
been blindfolded for a couple of hours.

* * * * *

	It sounded like more than one person entering the room but they
were being extremely quiet -- I didn't think it was the two boys as it just
sounded like whoever it was was was a lot heavier then the little boys who
had been playing with us previously.
	I recognized Bobby's voice, his Vietnamese accent was still enough
to know it was him. "Hey guys, you have a couple of visitors," Bobby said
as he pulled off our blindfolds.
	As my eyes adjusted to the light I recognized who the visitors were
-- I had a feeling that we were going to be in a lot more trouble than ever
before.

To be continued ...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The first twelve chapters of this story were written between
six and seven years ago -- I really did intend to finish this story as is
shown by chapter thirteen that I posted about six months ago. I'm hoping
that I can a better job of putting together the next few chapters and
perhaps even bringing it to a finish -- the only problem is that I really
don't know who the story will end myself -- I always welcome suggestions.
For those of you who have been asking from time to time if there was going
to be another chapter I do hope this answered that question. Thanks again
for your support.

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