Date: Thu, 26 Nov 2020 15:14:31 +0000 (UTC) From: Jon Royale Subject: Baldwin Redux 4 BALDWIN REDUX 4 by Jon Royale November 2020 The following work of fiction contains graphic depictions of sexual situations. You must be of legal age in your area to indulge. The author neither condones or condemns the actions of his characters, but suggests the reader use educated judgment before considering like behavior. Miles Baldwin charged past the startled receptionist, threw open the inner-office door and bounded unannounced into the office of Saul Davidson, Esq. Seated behind his long, glass-topped desk Saul's attention shot from his Notebook to observe the intruder. Miles' usually handsome, placid features were distorted by frustration and anger. In a few long strides he purposefully came forward and slammed his fist down on the thick glass hard enough to make Saul's computer jump. Alarmed, Saul half rose from his comfortable chair. "Miles, buddy, what's the cause of this?" Miles pointed an accusatory finger at the other man. "A year. It's been almost a year and it suddenly occurs to me that you've done nothing, absolutely nothing, about my marital situation. I want answers and I want them right now, you slimy cocksucker!" Saul's face flushed. Chuckling nervously he waved off his receptionist who had been standing just inside the door awaiting direction. Uncertainly she complied, closing the door behind her. "Miles, really, you can't just come bursting in here and---" "I'll do whatever I goddam have to do!" Miles declared through gritted teeth. "You've been playing me, Saul. Don't even try to deny it." "Playing you?" Saul replied with a nervous laugh. "Miles, I explained to you that we've had a difficult time locating Delia. She seems to be hopping from one location to another." "For a fucking year!" Miles bellowed. "For one fucking year you can't pin her down?" Saul nervously glanced toward the door and motioned for Miles to calm himself. "Lower your voice, please. You've already got my secretary distressed. Under similar conditions she's trained to dial the authorities." With a snigger Miles turned his back on Saul. Running a hand through his short, blond hair he said, "Better than half the police force is over at the estate on Saturday nights, Saul. I think I'm in fairly well with them." Saul emitted another nervous chuckle. Further loosening his already relaxed tie he resumed his former position behind the desk. "Miles, we've been friends for a long time. It distresses me that you would think I'm not fairly representing you." Miles turned back to Saul, his features still incensed. "Do the math, Saul. One fucking year has gone by since Delia left town. Without any type of warning. Transferred our joint bank account to some dummy location. Left me a deed to the house and a mere pittance to manage its upkeep. Deserted her four sons with no forethought regarding their continuing education. And for one fucking year you've been looking for her? How stupid do you think I am, Saul?" "Miles, I assure you---" "You can't assure me of any fucking thing!" Miles bellowed. Throwing himself into an expensive chair directly across from his attorney he went on, "You've got two minutes to explain to me exactly what your strategy is." Saul had known Miles for a good number of years. He and his wife had vacationed with the Baldwins on several occasions, attended parties at each other's homes. For a while they had been weekly racquetball partners down at the Club. Miles was a laid back, easy going sort of fellow, a former jock who had married into wealth. And was enjoying every benefit. This Miles, now barely containing himself in his seat, was a different breed of man. He was hostile and aggressive. A man not to be toyed with. Truth of the matter was that Saul hadn't been vigorous in handling the Baldwin matter. Delia was a woman of untold wealth while Miles, his client, had slipped to near poverty. Refusing to downgrade, he still lived large clinging to the belief that the courts would award him some percentage of Delia's holdings. Locating Delia was not easy. She and her equally affluent lesbian lover seemed to be nomads, traveling the world and never staying in one place long enough to be contained. He wasn't sure what type of fancy footwork she had done with her holdings but the half-hearted search he had done in that area yielded nothing. Private investigators were expensive. And Miles had no money with which to pay them. "I have a man on it," Saul lied. "It's just going to take some time." Miles gripped the armrest of the chair so tightly his knuckled whitened. "I don't have time, Saul." Looking the other man straight in the eye he announced, "You're fired!" Saul rose to object but Miles was already on his feet and swiftly headed to the door. With his hand on the knob he turned back to face the attorney. "Your retainer all this time has been free admission on Saturday nights. That ends as of now. You pay full price." His mind clicking, he amended his statement. "In fact, your entry fee will be an extra hundred." "Miles." There was that nervous laugh again. "Don't be like this. We can work things out. We've known each other too long." "Count yourself lucky I'm not banning you completely, counselor." With that he walked out, leaving the office door open and a stunned Saul Davidson in his wake. Theres was an Ivy League college town dating back to the early 1700s. The campus itself was a sprawling architectural splendor comprised of close to 500 acres on the main tree-lined street of town. Numerous high-end specialty shops, restaurants and professional offices spanned the opposite side. None were more than two stories, the upper floor usually leased as costly apartments. Nearby parks, historical sites and a large lake attracted weekend tourists. Saul Davidson's office was just a few doors off the main drag; Dr. Benjamin Katz' a few blocks further down. It was there that young recently turned fifteen Devyn Baldwin was having his weekly session. Katz specialized in psychology. After learning some disturbing facts about his seemingly innocent son Miles had insisted the boy have some counseling. Katz seemed the perfect type to reach the boy. Not at all stodgy, he was casual and laid back. Someone Miles figured Devyn would be more comfortable with than the conventional therapist. His normal fee of $175 per one hour session was offset by an equalivent discount to the Baldwin parties. Devyn was now totally relaxed back in the big soft chair across from Katz' desk with one leg thrown across an armrest. As had become the habit his clothes were haphazardly tossed across the psychologist's couch behind him. Devyn Baldwin was blatantly nude and playing with his erection while he recounted his latest escapades to the highly attentive doctor. For the past few weeks the teen's uncle had been his sole interest. He'd told Katz in lurid detail of the "baseball game" they'd played while Brian Baldwin was zonked out on the roofies Katz had supplied. Then there'd been the "dress up" session where he'd squeezed Brian into his absent mother's bra and panties, painted his face like a whore and fucked him. Afterwards he'd taken pictures of Brian in drag and shown them to the astonished doctor. Through all his years in practice Katz had never encountered a teenager quite like Devyn Baldwin. When questioned about his motives Devyn said he was just having some fun with his new uncle, that's all. It was quite unfathomable to the good doctor that this seemingly wholesome teen with those innocent cornflower-blue eyes and white-blond feathered hair was such a sexual predator. Katz listened now, his hard cock throbbing against his fly behind the desk, as Devyn recounted his latest session with the clueless relative. Uncle Brian had to be the dumbest fuck on the face of the earth that he hadn't figured out that his drinks were being spiked. Devyn feared he'd catch on right after that first cognac. But the dumb former jock kept taking drinks offered up by Devyn. Not just liquor (although that worked faster) but iced tea, soda and coffee heavily laced with the debilitating drug. Within a short amount of time he was putty in the fifteen-year-old's hands. It wasn't much a concern that someone would come to the pool house and find Brian zonked out. It was obvious there was bad blood between him and his brother, Miles. His own son didn't bother with him. That one was too busy getting fucked by half the dicks in the house. The older boys, Ryan and Trey, were daddy's boys---always taking his side in matters. So they weren't about to befriend Brian. The only wild card was Lucas. One never knew what Lucas was likely to do. Dev had seen him chatting it up with Uncle Brian a few times. Boy, he'd sure like to somehow get Lucas to fuck the man with his fifteen inch dick. With all the training Devyn had given it the fast few weeks Brian would surely be able to take every inch of that monster. He'd been planning his latest scheme for a few days. It wouldn't work unless there was little to no one around. Things finally fell into place on a weekday. Trey, of course, was at the University during the week and his other brothers would be at school. Devyn would be playing hooky. It wouldn't be the first time. Principal Weathers would cover for him or Dev would hold out next time the pudgy man wanted to suck his teen dick. Devyn's excitement mounted when he overheard his father and Jedediah planning an out of town buying excursion which would keep them out of the house for several hours. That left Royce alone in the house. And that one barely ever left his room. The coast was clear. Soon as Miles and Jed drove off the estate Devyn rang up Habib, who'd offered up his services as the boy's personal driver after one particularly entertaining afternoon taking him home from an appointment with Katz. Habib was there in less than ten. Devyn hopped in the front passenger seat and gave the lusty Arab their destination. During the ride Devyn gave the married man a show, slipping down his Nike athletic pants and letting the man fondle him during the drive. Sometimes hard to understand what the fuck he was saying, Devyn still liked Habib and responded in kind by groping the man's crotch. Habib was always hard the moment he saw the cute blond teen. It was a good fifteen minute drive to the outskirts of town and the warehouse district. Devyn directed the driver to the location of the railroad track and stepped out of the car, instructing him to wait. Freight trains were still the largest transporter of goods---and freight hoppers. They came from all over, those down on their luck or homeless vagabonds leaving one location for another. A short walk down the track away from the businesses revealed an array of cardboard shacks, makeshift shelter for the unfortunate ones. The place was littered with Styrofoam food containers and empty liquor bottles. It was a far cry from town proper. Devyn purposely hiked up along the track, passing several of the poor souls before stopping before one slant house. Pulling aside a cruddy, dirty sheet hanging from the makeshift structure he said, "Hobo Joe, you in there dude?" There was a bit of rustling around before Hobo Joe poked his head out into daylight. Devyn figured he was maybe in his late thirties. Probably was a good looking man at one time. Nice eyes. But misfortune and alcohol had led to his ruination. Joe's hair was shoulder length, thick, dark, matted and in bad need of a comb. His face was unshaven, probably had been for close to a week. In the tattered rags he wore it was difficult to judge his build but he looked to be in need of a decent meal. Devyn first spotted Joe weeks ago panhandling out front of the town's major supermarket. Management had come outdoors to shoo him away and threatened to call the local PD. Unwashed bums weren't good for business in their Yuppie town. Devyn watched the dejected man shuffle away in oversized shoes, their soles held together with rubber bands. He was headed to the rear of the mall, probably to find a place to rest and risk further hassling by merchants. Devyn followed. Sure enough, there he was hunkered down behind a garbage dumpster. Devyn approached, introduced himself and warned the man. They began to talk, Joe a little reluctant at first. That's when he learned the man's name, which Devyn quickly adapted to Hobo Joe. Learning Joe had a camp out by the tracks the boy offered him a ride. When Habib arrived on the scene he was at first reluctant to allow the unclean, aromatic man into his car. Devyn appealed to his humanitarianism and he relented. With all car windows down. Devyn had made the trek out to the place several times since bringing Joe leftovers from last evening's Baldwin dinner, cigarettes and a pint of whiskey Habib assisted in purchasing. Now, some weeks later, Joe squinted out into the late morning sun and, recognizing the young master, broke open a gap-toothed smile. "Mornin' kiddo." His voice was deep and gravelly from years of tobacco and booze. "Did you bring somethin' for your ole friend Joe?" he asked expectantly. Devyn pulled the pint he'd confiscated from behind one of the Baldwin bars and held it just out of reach. "Got this for you, Hobo Joe. And this." He retrieved a crispy twenty dollar bill out of his pocket. "But first you gotta do a job for me." "A job?" Joe's crusty forehead showed deep frown lines. Shaking his head he replied, "No, no no. Joe don't work no more." "This is gonna be a fun job," Devyn coaxed. "Come on, Joe. Car is waitin' for us." "No, no, no. Joe can't work," the bum protested. "Joe, you fuck," Devyn responded, becoming annoyed. "Think about who's been bringin' you meals, smokes and booze. Time for you to pay back. Now let's get goin'. We don't have all day." Grumbling, Joe exited his hovel and managed to upright himself. He was a tall man, probably over six feet far as Devyn could determine. Reluctantly, and slowly, he followed the boy along the tracks to the paved area where Habib awaited. Habib made fast work of getting them to the Baldwin estate and immediately afterwards took his car to the wash. Devyn had the driver drop them behind the house and the gated area leading to the pool. Joe's eyes were wide as he took in his new surroundings. Devyn swiftly led him behind the pool house and then to the far side where an outdoor shower awaited. He instructed the man to get out of his clothes and wash up good. Showing Joe a tooth brush fresh from the package and a tube of paste he instructed him to do the best he could with it. Before leaving he further commanded Joe to wait there for him until he returned. His heart beating excitedly in his chest the crafty teen went the short distance to the door of the pool house. It was unlocked. He immediately heard Uncle Brian whistling a tune from the bathroom. To his left on the kitchen countertop was a freshly brewed cup of coffee. Uncle Brian was making this too easy for him. He quickly slipped a roofie into the java and stirred it around. He had barely stepped away from it when Brian appeared from the bathroom with a towel wrapped low around his waist. Devyn correctly figured the man was fresh from a shower and shave. Brian showed mild surprise at seeing the boy there but instantly broke into a smile. "Devyn, how long you been here?" "Just got here Uncle Brian." Crossing the room he came behind the kitchen counter and reached for his cup of coffee. "No school today?" "Didn't feel too good this morning," Devyn lied. "But I'm feeling better now. Miles went somewhere with Jed, my bros are at school and I got bored up there so I thought I'd come down and keep you company." Brian's big hand ruffled Devyn's blond locks. "You're always welcome here, boy." He took a healthy sip of his coffee. Devyn's eyes raked over his uncle's upper body, still showing some droplets of water. He had a proud chest which attested to a lifetime of physical labor. Shoulders were rounded and broad, biceps thick and strong and tits nice and beefy, coated with a dusting of dark hair. His man nips were plump and meaty, responding nicely to the treatment and torture Devyn had been giving them. His uncle was a real stud. A stupid stud, but a stud all the same. Brian was saying something but Devyn, full of nervous expectation, barely heard him. He watched, eyes flaring, as Brian took another swallow of coffee. Then another. Big dumb lug. Before long the effects of the drug were becoming apparent. Brian began to appear woozy and broke out in a sheen of sweat. Gripping the edge of the counter and hugging the walls he unsteadily made his way to the unmade daybed. "I-is something wrong, Uncle Brian?" Devyn asked innocently. "Damnedest thing," Brian muttered. "Dizzy spells. Outa the blue. Goin' on a long time now. Must be a flu or somethin'." Dumb fuck, Devyn thought. Wouldn't take a genius to figure it only happened when his sweet attentive nephew was around. Brian was crawling up onto the bed. The towel had come loose and fallen away from his body. His big, manly ass cakes flexed as he painfully made his way to the head and flung himself face down on the mattress, limbs akimbo. Grinning devilishly Devyn bolted out of the pool house and retrieved Joe from the shower. The hobo was having a good ole time cleaning up, probably the first bathing he had in weeks. Taking a look at the discarded rags lying about Devyn figured he'd gather them up later, toss them in the trash and find some replacements for Joe in the back of Miles' closet. "Okay Joe, shower time is over. Time to dry off," he announced. The bum looked disappointed but complied. Devyn tossed him a big, fluffy towel. Joe inspected it as though he'd never seen one before. "Did you brush those teeth?" Devyn asked. Toweling his body Joe nodded his head and flashed the boy a smile as if to prove the point. Devyn shook his head. Hobo Joe was missing more than one important tooth and in need of more than just a brushing. As the man went through the motions Devyn took notice of his naked body. While it was clear Joe could do with more than a few healthy meals Devyn could tell at one time the man had been in decent shape. While his chest was somewhat sunken and not much meat on his bones there was still a trace of former muscularity to his arms and legs. His chest was hairy and he had no ass. But what he lacked in the rear he made up for up front. Hobo Joe was hung! His snout was a long, thick and veiny thing with a bulging cockhead. A jungle grew around his goods and Devyn shuddered to think what might be crawling around in there. With his hair shampooed, wet and brushed back from his forehead Devyn was stricken with the impression once again that Hobo Joe could actuallyu be a decent looking guy. A shave, a smart cut and some pounds on him and he wouldn't look so much like a vagrant. There was still a glimmer of how he'd appeared before he was down and out. Joe finished drying off and went for his discarded clothes. But Devyn halted him. "No, Joe. For the job I have for you you don't need them. Besides, I'm gonna get you some new threads." "Need me a drink from that bottle first," Joe responded, smacking his gums. Devyn shook his head. "Not yet, Joe. Pretty soon." Snatching the towel away from him, he ordered, "Now, c'mon." Joe made a show of covering his manhood but Devyn reassured him, "Don't worry. Nobody's here to see." They came around the front of the pool house and stepped inside, Devyn leading the way. Joe's eyes were wide, inspecting the place with unmasked awe. When his gaze fell upon the nude man on the bed he flinched. "Who that?" he said, pointing with a shaky finger. Despite the wash his hands were still soiled. "That's your job," Devyn announced, smiling excitedly. "You're going to fuck him." Joe's eyes widened and he shook his head violently from side to side. "No, no, no! Joe don't do that!" "Sure you do, Joe," Devyn encouraged. "When's the last time you got laid? Bet it's been a long time. Here's a piece of ass waitin' just for you." Pulling out the bottle of whisky he flashed it at Joe. "Fuck him Joe and you go home with this and some cash." Joe looked uncertainly from the bottle to Brian, then back again. Licking his lips he reached out for it but Devyn snatched it away. "Business first," the boy said. "Not get up there and do the job." Joe hesitated, clearly trying to make up his mind. Just when Devyn thought his plans had been foiled Joe made the choice. Moving to the foot of the bed he looked upon the brawny fellow spread out there. Back in the day, when he was a much younger man and before his luck had changed, he'd had a good deal of pussy. He'd been a handsome one back then and the ladies' thighs opened easily for him. He even married once. But then she left and he lost his job. He'd tried but couldn't find another. Instead he spent his afternoons on a bar stool. The potent amber liquor soothed him. Took away all his troubles. Or so he thought. His bank account dwindled to nothing. He was evicted from his apartment for non-payment of rent. He took to the streets. Joe had never fucked another man. Sure, some of that kind had come on to him. He was a good looker. But Joe had more than enough real pussy to occupy his lust. No need to be messing around with his own kind. Now this kid was offering him a bill and a bottle to do just that. And foggy as his brain was, Joe knew the kid was right. He hadn't used his dick in a long, long while. Didn't even know if the thing still worked. Maybe he couldn't. And then he wouldn't earn that bottle. Joe was thirsty. The hunger was overwhelming him. He had to have it. Wrapping his hand around his piece Joe gave it a few strokes. But nothing happened. He looked helplessly at the boy. Oh, it was such torture seeing that bottle of booze just out of reach and not being able to partake! "What's the matter, Joe? Can't get it up?" Devyn asked. "Just look at that big juicy ass waiting for your dick. Think about how good it's gonna feel after all this time. And think about how this liquor is gonna taste when you're done with him." Joe's lower lip trembled. He just had to have a drink! Growing impatient Devyn advanced on the bed and plopped down next to his uncle. Running his hands over the meaty globes of Brian's upturned ass he teased, "Feels real good, Joe. Feels even better inside. It's all warm and moist and tight." Placing the bottle down next to him he used both hands to spread Brian's cakes. "There it is. See that hole, Joe? It's just waiting for you to fuck it good." But Joe's eyes were on the bottle lying there. If he was quick he could snatch it away before the boy realized what was happening. But Joe knew well enough that he wasn't quick. At least, not any more. Devyn's eyes flared as an idea flashed through his mind. Uncapping the bottle he held Brian's trench open with one hand and poured some of the amber liquid onto it. It trickled down the cleft and washed over the target zone. "C'mon, Joe. Go get you some." Smacking his gums excitedly Joe dove onto the bed, skittered up to the comatose man and lapped up the liquor. His tongue skirted all around the inner globes of the ass crack collecting as much of the offering as possible. Palming open the firm buttocks he uncovered even more. His hot tongue slithered around the other man's most secret of places, whimpering in desperation as he tasted the intoxicating broth. This wasn't the cheap hooch he was used to; this was some prime stock. When he'd gotten all that was offered he looked over to Devyn with real desperation in his rheumy eyes. Giddy with excitement watching the unshaven bum going to town in his uncle's ass Devyn complied. Joe was on it soon as the liquid left the bottle. Devyn released more of the spirits so it could wash over Brian's pucker. Joe went at it like a parched man licking all over Brian's musky asshole as he savored the taste of the satisfying alcohol. The scene had Devyn so aroused that he hardly realized he'd unzipped his fly and was stroking his teen hardon. Joe kept going even after he'd cleaned Brian of the tasty booze, fearful that he'd missed any. He dug through the tight lips of the hole, thinking some might have slipped up in there. When at first he encountered nothing he wormed his tongue inside. The hole began to open up for him. He stabbed even deeper tasting the succulent insides. His nearly toothless mouth was pressed tight up against the asshole as he searched, sucking noisily as he hoped for a secret cache of his favorite nectar. Satisfied there was nothing left the tramp came off Brian's ass. His unkempt facial hair was moist with saliva. There was an almost desperate look in his eyes as he once again looked upon the bottle. Before Devyn had a chance to react he was shoved to the side and went rolling off the bed onto the floor. Hobo Joe snatched up the bottle. Rising victorious to his knees he tossed the cap away and turned the bottle up at his lips, guzzling mouthfuls of the Scotch. Devyn managed to right himself, suddenly fearful that things had gotten out of control. Joe took a break, savoring the taste of the prime liquor and the familiar burn it made as it went down. It was as though he was a man rejuvenated. He tossed his head from side to side, his long tangled locks flying and loudly bellowed of his triumph like some sort of prize fighter. Devyn's widened eyes took in the vagrant. And then he gasped. "Joe," he exclaimed, "you-you've got a hardon!" Joe looked down and registered surprise when he saw his turgid member. It had been so long since he'd thrown wood he'd forgotten what it looked like. His shaft was a thick one, standing out from an overgrown groin at somewhere between eight to nine formidable inches. Huge blue veins grotesquely pulsed along its bloated surface. The cap was like a giant torpedo, its deep gash already oozing trickles of seminal fluid. "Fuck, Hobo Joe," Devyn gasped. "You've got a cock like a porn star!" Joe grunted, tossed back another shot of Scotch and then doused his cock and Brian's asshole with the stuff. Tossing the bottle to the side he sidled up to the unconscious stud's ass, lined himself up and thrust. The super-sized cock tore through Brian's clamping ring muscle and lunged deep. Lying atop the prone man Joe came up on his hands, threw back his head and shuddered. The tight man pussy felt incredibly awesome around his throbbing shaft. Hot guts pulsed, twitched and clenched around his buried piece. Joe ground his wiry crotch hair into the man's ass cleft as if attempting to sink even deeper inside the steamy cauldron. Beneath him Brian groaned deep and low in his drugged stupor. Taking this as a sign of encouragement Joe slid his hands under Brian's beefy body, hugged him tightly and began to ride. Joe's furry cheeks rose and fell as he humped Brian's ass with rapid fire strokes. Devyn watched slack jawed. Seemed to him a couple belts of liquor were what the hobo needed to get his mojo on. Joe was taking to man ass like flies to shit. Definitely the first piece he'd had in a while. After all, who the fuck else would let a nearly toothless unwashed drunken derelict get on top of them? Only another toothless unwashed drunken derelict, probably. Devyn didn't guess those types thought much about fucking. Seemed to him they'd both done each other a favor. Joe was satisfying Devyn's perverse sexual degradation of his dim-witted uncle and, at the same time, getting himself laid. Joe sure looked like he was enjoying it. With his bony, sunken chest pressed against the strong man's back Joe rabbit-fucked himself far up in the moist, warm hole. His arms were crisscrossed under Brian, cupping his slippery pectorals and squeezing them like they were a woman's tits. His thumbs worked the hard, blunt nipples, long dirty nails raking over sensitive tit flesh. The other man groaned his delight. Or so Joe believed. Joe figured the guy must have drunk an awful lot of that expensive booze in order to be in such a stupor. But not enough that he couldn't enjoy a fuck by Hobo Joe. Joe carried on humping the nice, warm hole. Brian's guts clenched at his prick, caressing it in a seemingly loving grip. The bum was so engrossed in the fuck that he didn't notice Devyn snapping shots with his smartphone. The boy's shorts were down around his ankles, his own dick rock hard. By this time Joe had worked up a sweat, making the scene appear all the more raunchy. He ground himself hard as he could into the flexing asshole. Brian moaned again. Joe gave him more of those short, hard stabs of thick, throbbing cock. By now Joe was breathing heavily. Devyn's eyes were bright as a kid's on Christmas morn knowing at any moment dumb Uncle Brian would be bred with bum batter. And then it happened. With his last ounce of strength Joe threw back his head and cried out. Planting his dick root deep in the quivering asshole his whole body shuddered and he came. Months, maybe years, worth of pent up cum exploded from his piss hole and liberally doused Brian's insides. It was a violent explosion which left him physically drained. After the final surge he fell on Brian, his scrawny malnourished body covering that of the stocky stud. His blue eyes twinkling with excitement, Devyn concluded the tale by recounting how he'd paid off Joe and gotten Habib to return him to bum camp. Dr. Katz appeared shaken and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Adding even more color to the story Devyn brought up some of the pics he'd taken and presented them to the psychologist. Katz's lower lip quivered as he perused the cache. Standing alongside the doctor Devyn grabbed a handful of the man's crotch and smiled with satisfaction when he felt the bulging erection. "Turned you on too, huh, doc?" he taunted. "Now get those pants off and climb up on the desk. I need to fuck you. Now." Without a moment's hesitation, Dr. Benjamin Katz turned the picture of his family face down and assumed the required position. At just about the same time only a few short blocks away Miles angrily left the office of his attorney. Turning onto the quaint cobblestone sidewalk stretching down the expanse of main street he passed by his parked car, opting instead to burn off some steam by reaching his next destination on foot. It was a picture perfect autumn afternoon. Leaves on the trees lining both sides of the street boasted an array of bright color. There was a slight chill to the clear air, although the full sun made it comfortable enough that even a light coat wasn't necessary. Across the way the college was bustling with student activity. If Miles hadn't been so preoccupied he might have recognized some of them as son Trey's recruits for Saturday nights. A new take-charge Miles had awakened a few short weeks back. It had taken his newly discovered nephew to raise the beast in him. The former guileless, unassuming and laid-back man uncovered the power of assertiveness. All through his marriage Miles had been less than commanding, both as husband and father. While the Coolidges were quite wealthy, the Baldwin family was strictly middle class. He and Delia married straight out of college despite her parent's protests. Figured he was an opportunist after her money. Truth be told, they were partially right. But it wasn't as if he wasn't attracted to her. Although a bit snobbish she was pretty. And smart. And had a decent trust fund. Came from old money. Great grand pappy founded a very lucrative pharmaceutical company. When her father passed on Delia inherited the bulk of his fortune. Stocks, bonds, all the good stuff. Wasn't a sad day for Miles. The old sonofabitch couldn't stand him. The feeling was mutual. After graduating from the same Ivy League college where they met, Delia never worked one damned day. Instead she dabbled in charity functions and a variety of causes dear to her heart. Didn't want Miles working either, which was music to his ears. He was a pretty savvy financier and was left to management of her funds. Made a lot of solid investments which really inflated the Coolidge Baldwin portfolio. All these months later it still baffled him how he didn't notice Delia closing their accounts and making off with all the dough. Didn't think she had the know-how in her. It was just another example of his ridiculously nonchalant personality. He now realized she had emasculated him. Turned him into a real pussy, the kind of guy he himself couldn't tolerate. Left him with the manse and the boys while she went globetrotting with some other rich twat. They'd been together some eighteen years. She owed him a lot more than upkeep on an expensive estate and worries about their sons' future. Deep down he knew Saul was dragging his ass on the case. It had taken this newfound aggressiveness to confront the situation head on. With a snicker he guessed Saul was right now scrambling to bring the Baldwin case to the forefront of his agenda, despite his dismissal. Miles was determined to seek justice---and a huge chunk of Coolidge money---with or without Saul. He might not have cash for a retainer but he had one equally enticing incentive for any interested attorney. And more than one frequented the always enjoyable Baldwin parties. Miles determinedly strode down the walkway toward his next destination. There was another important matter to be addressed. One he'd been putting off for far too long. Mounting the stoop in front of the professional building which housed a few offices Miles allowed himself to enter. Finding the proper office he stepped into a tastefully decorated, comfortable area. The receptionist was not present. Exercising his independence Miles crossed the room, turned the knob of the doctor's office door and, throwing it open, discovered exactly what he'd expected to find. Dr. Benjamin Katz was sprawled face down across his disheveled desk with slacks around his ankles and devilish Devyn was ontop riding his ass. They were both facing his way. Katz appeared shocked at the intrusion; Devyn, nonplussed. "You might want to lock your door when you decide to get personal," Miles quipped as he crudely slammed the door behind him. "Mr. B-Baldwin---Miles---this isn't what it seems!" the startled doctor stuttered. "Seems to me like I'm paying you big money to get fucked by my fifteen year old son," Miles glared at the other man. "I can---I can explain!" Katz floundered on the desk top, gripping the edge with his fingers and attempting to keep some degree of composure. Miles glared at the two of them as he stood there wide legged, clenching and unclenching his fists. Ignoring the good doctor he directed his attention to his son. "So this is why you've been so willing to keep up with these sessions. I should have known." Seemingly unfazed by his father's presence Devyn continued pumping his teen cock into the doctor's manhole. With a smug look on his cute face he said, "Just following doctor's orders, Miles. He told me this is part of the therapy." Katz' eyes were wide. A look of real fear was on his face. "I never said-----that's not true---I swear I didn't intend----" But Miles cut him off. "Hurry up and drop your load, boy. The good doctor and I have some things to discuss in private." Katz appeared shocked by the suggestion. Devyn grinned from ear to ear and commenced humping with the exuberance of youth. His blue eyes were fixed on Miles the entire time. It seemed almost as if he was trying to impress his father. Or taunt him. His young, tight ass rose and fell rapidly, practically a blur as he rabbit fucked the adult beneath him. And when he came it was as though he'd won a race. He pumped his fist into the air and let out a howl of victory. Leaning with his back to the door and arms crossed over his expansive chest Miles tried to display no appreciation for the show, although his dick was rock hard under his slacks. "Now get dressed and wait for me out in the reception area," he told the giddy boy sternly. "And if the receptionist is a guy don't get any ideas." Devyn extricated his randy cock from Katz's hole, bounced off the desk and gathered his clothing. Rolling his baby blues he informed, "Mrs. Bakersfield is an old lady with a hearing aid. And he sends her on errands during our, um, appointment." "Get out," Miles ordered evenly. Shrugging his shoulders a half dressed Devyn exited the office, but not before offering words of farewell to the flustered doctor. "See you next time, doc." With the door securely closed behind the boy Miles turned his attention to the man attempting to right himself across his messy desk. "Like hell he will," he announced ominously as he advanced on the disgraced man. Before the sweaty, somewhat attractive psychologist could further react Miles roughly took him in strong hands, flipped him over on his back and spun him around so they faced. Real fear registered on Katz's angular features. "Mr. Baldwin--Miles. Please. Your son. Devyn. H-he's highly disturbed," the nervous doctor babbled. "A sometimes sadistic sexual predator. Highly aggressive." Through a clenched jaw Miles growled, "In that regard like father, like son." Katz's eyes widened when he observed Miles yank down the zipper of his pants, shove them over husky thighs and release his stunning manhood. It was a Baldwin beauty, seven inches of perfect stud meat. Katz shook his head. "No, no! This is highly unethical." An incensed Miles shoved the doctor's thighs back to either side of his squirming body, yanked him to the edge of the desk, took hold of his throbbing cock and aimed it at the pulsing, hair-lined target. He snorted, "You call letting my fifteen year old son dick you moral?" And then with one fierce shove he rammed himself into the psychologist's hole. A strangled cry rose from deep in Katz's throat and his entire body tensed at the brutal invasion. Miles gritted his teeth, aggressively reversed, then immediately drilled forward, punching his unit up into the other man's straining guts. His son's abundant teen load made the spasming channel nicely slick and prime for fucking. Miles humped back and forth rapidly, thrusting his cock in and out of Benjamin's violated asshole with little regard for the comfort of the other man. Katz whimpered with mingled pain, pleasure and humiliation. It was one thing to be fucked by his young patient but an entirely different matter to be ravaged by the angry father. Baldwin's manly dick was skewering him with brute force. There was a sadistic snarl on the man's usually handsome face which testified to his fury. Instead of fighting with his fists Miles was punch fucking him with his steel-hard prick. The distress Katz felt when initially invaded slowly began to subside and now he felt a strange warmth envelop his entire body and tingle his bloated balls. He'd hardly realized his own cock was waving erect over his torso until Miles grabbed hold of it in a tight grip and began fiercely stroking. Miles was a mean fucking machine who showed the doctor no mercy. His cock plunged at breakneck speed in and out of the other man's asshole. His muscular body gleamed with sweat. Droplets cascaded over his brow and sprayed on Katz's straining form. The tendons in his neck stood out in strong relief and his face was flushed from his effort. Instead of the usually passive house-husband he appeared like a madman determined to fuck his quarry to death. The aggressiveness of the mating soon had them in the throes of orgasm. With his hand wrapped tightly around Katz's oozing shaft Miles jacked it harder and faster as time and again he battered the man's prostate. Katz's body skittered about on the desk like bacon in a frying pan. His fists clenched and unclenched, his head rocked from side to side. With a gasp of ultimate pleasure his cock convulsed again and again, sending jets of creamy Kosher cum across his chest. As he came his ass went into wild spasms around Miles' battering ram. Miles rammed in as far as he could, grinding his pelvis against the ass mouth as if attempting to go even deeper and bellowed loudly as he dropped his load. Miles shot his wad deep within the doctor, his climax so intense as to make him light headed. He failed to pull out until certain that every last drop of spunk had seeded the other man. Finally withdrawing Miles wiped himself clean against the doctor's thigh, webbed his cum coated hand over Katz's face and smeared it over the disgraced man. Yanking up his pants and tucking his piece away he rudely spat on the drained man and pointedly said, "Stay away from my son unless you want me calling the Board." Turning away from the fucked out man he headed for the door, paused, turned back to face him and added, "That is, after I talk to your wife." Real fear showed in Katz's eyes. He shook his head and whimpered in fear. Miles looked at the man with disgust and left the office. The receptionist looked up with surprise from her computer as he wordlessly passed her desk. Devyn hopped up from the chair he was occupying and in a low tone excited asked, "You fucked him, didn't you Miles?" "I'm your father, not Miles," the older man growled. Grabbing the brat by an ear he led him out of the building. Devyn flailed and complained but Miles held him in his grasp until they'd reached the outside. Rudely shoving the boy forward he ordered, "Get your ass to the car." Devyn thought to retaliate but a stern, almost frightening look from Miles silenced him. They wordlessly made the short trip to the parking garage. Once in the car Miles paused with the key in the ignition. Staring out the windshield he laid down the law. "You're done with Katz. I'm going to find someone else. A woman. An old woman. Someone you can't charm." Devyn began to protest but Miles cut him short. "From now on you won't partake in the Saturday night event. You will be up in your room. All night. Alone. I'll position Jed outside your window to make sure you go nowhere." "The fuck you will," an incensed Devyn retorted. "I'll tell. I'll tell about everything that goes on there!" Miles' hand shot out before either of them realized it had happened. He grabbed a fistful of Devyn's blond hair and yanked back his head. "Tell whoever you want. You're not blackmailing me, son. You think you're so worldly but you're a stupid little shit! The only reason we've been having those parties is to keep you and your brothers in the lifestyle you've always enjoyed. And who do you think you're going to tell? Anybody who would have an interest already knows. THEY'RE THERE EVERY FUCKING SATURDAY NIGHT!" Devyn's bottom lip visibly trembled. He'd never seen his father so incensed. He was bright enough to know when to accept defeat. Or, at least, appear to. But none of this meant he was out of the game. Not by a long shot. Jed could camp out under his window all night. He'd never see him slip out through the garage and play with his favorite toy in the pool house. Devyn had special plans for Uncle Brian. Hobo Joe had only been the beginning. Besides, who better to exact his anger and frustration on than his father's brother?