Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2011 05:20:50 -0800 (PST) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Instructing My Son VI I had insisted that London be there for the obvious reasons but there was something else so before I went any further with Straub I needed to speak with London. "Do you have any idea of what you want to say to your staff this morning son?" The shocked look on his face said it all. "Ww.. what do you mean dad, you're gonna do the talking." I shook my head. "No son. This," I said, sweeping my hand to reflect what I meant, "is yours. All those people are your staff, you are their employer and I think that it's important that we make that clear to everyone right off the bat. I'm only here as your caretaker, your father. Yes I'm going to be a lot of basic decisions but so are you. Some day you're going to inherit it all and you're going to be making decisions that affect tens of thousands of people, as many jobs, and billions of dollars. It takes practice and there's no time like the present to get started at that." "But what would I say dad?" I asked him if he could imagine being their place and the concerns that they might have about their futures. He thought about it a moment and said that he could. I asked him a few more questions in that vein then asked him what he would say to a group of his friends if he was going to invite them to a barbecue. I then told him to get some paper from the desk and make some notes while Straub and I did our business. We got right down to it, the signing of various papers that gave me control over the household budget as well as personal accounts for both my son and I which totaled somewhere around 20 million dollars. I wondered where the extra millions had come in and Straub explained that the estate was putting an additional 8 million dollars into my name at Aaron's behest. The feeling was that having your own fortune might well help dispel any desire for mismanagement of London's money. "Although Aaron was quite sure that wouldn't be an issue so it's as much a reward as anything else," Straub informed me. There were a bunch of other papers to sign, not the least of which was to have all of London's school information sent to the new school. In the matter of our house I directed that all clothes and other personal items be boxed and shipped to this house. Everything else could be donated to charity including the car and the bicycles. Childers brought in breakfast which we took at a small table that was part of the office. I told Straub of my request to Childers and he approved heartily stating that it was an excellent idea and choice. I also wanted to give the man a raise as well as bonuses to the rest of the staff so we discussed that although it was my prerogative. "Most matters such as that aren't going to be questioned at all," Straub said. I could do just about anything I wanted that was within reason and there was a great deal of latitude even with that. "A 4-6 million dollar annual household and personal budget is not excessive given the size of the estate and your responsibilities Mr. Carter. The estate makes that much per month in interest on its savings and investments believe me." I learned that all of the businesses and holdings were privately held; there were no stockholders except for a couple of companies. Mr. Nussbaum's fortune continued to grow at very good and very steady rate. We went over a few more things and as the clock neared the meeting time I turned my attention to London. "How are you doing son?" He handed me the paper that he'd been writing, a worried frown on his face. I looked it, nodded my head, then pointed out a few changes then handed it to Straub for his approval. He nodded his head. "That's very good London." Then he said, "Show time." The three of us headed for the door just as Childers knocked and came in. "Everyone is present sir." I asked what the general mood was and he said anxious. I then told him the plan and once again, he didn't seem phased by it even one iota. We entered the great hall to people milling about. There were a couple of separate groups while others were looking at various paintings or antiques. Childers moved a chair for London to stand on as he did so Childers raised a small bell and tapped it a few times to get everyone's attention. The room quieted immediately and people gathered into a large group about 15 feet from where London was standing. Clearly they were not prepared to see an 11 year old addressing them. "Ladies and gentlemen," Childers said in a very regal voice, "Master London Carter." When they were settled he began, his high pitched voice carrying better than I would have thought. "Thank you all for coming on such short notice but my father and I thought it best to give you our decision as soon as we could. We know that you have all been a little nervous about what was going to happen since my grandpa passed away." There was a slight nervous chuckle through the audience. "We want you to know that we have decided to move here, that your future with us is going to be okay." The room erupted in a soft clapping and you could almost hear the exhale as people quit holding their collective breath. "We want you to know," and here he stopped to read from the paper, "That there are going to be some changes in staff," here his voice got louder, "BUT," and then it resumed to its normal volume, "no one is being let go. One of the things is that we have instructed Childers to find a replacement for himself as he is going to take on the job of being my dad's secretary and managing the house." There was another light clapping for Childers. "We would like to get to know all of you better so this coming Saturday we are giving a barbeque for all of you and your families. We will try to have some games for the kids and maybe even the adults," he got another ripple of laughter, "and you get to use the swimming pool too." He turned to me and asked if there was anything else and got a third ripple of laughter. I shook my head. "Well, thank you all for coming." People started clapping again then London remembered something and put his hands in the air. "I forgot; the barbeque will start about noon." London climbed down off the chair and asked how he did and I told him it was prefect. I got a hug for that. "Childers," I said, calling the older man to me. "What was the name of the property foreman?" "That would be Jamison sir, Jamie Jamison." He pointed to a taller man that I should have pegged to begin with. I asked Childers to have Mr. Jamison stay behind. "Oh, and who is head of security, I'll need him as well please. I'll be in the office." Childers nodded and headed off while London, Straub and I headed back to the office. Once there Straub and I went over a few other things then he reached inside his pocket and pulled out a narrow brown envelope, again with Aaron's wax seal on it, and handed it to me. "I don't know what it is exactly but I know that I'm supposed to give it to you at this time and it is my understanding that Childers has a counterpart or some information of some kind that pairs with it." He paused for a moment then went on. "Aaron Nussbaum had some dark secrets that no one was privy to, at least no one that I'm aware of. Don't be surprised if you uncover other surprises. I'll see you on Saturday." That being said, he left and was replaced by Childers and 2 men, one of which was Jamison. Childers introduced us then left. Jamison was a rail thin rangy man with long white hair pulled into a pony tail. Dressed in jeans, cowboy boots and a red flannel shirt he looked every bit a ranch foreman. The second man was shorter, maybe 5'9' and thick. Not fat by any means, but thick from his neck down to, I assumed his ankles. His name was Vince Tanner, he went by Tanner and he was our security chief. He was dressed in loose fitting chinos and polo shirt and his dark brown hair was brush cut. He resembled a special forces operator which I would find out later was dead on balls accurate. "Gentlemen, thank you for seeing me." We shook hands, they shook hands with London and we got down to business. I wanted Jamison available for a complete tour of the property and asked how long would that take. He said a couple of hours. I asked Tanner if he was available and he was so I suggested that we all do the tour together which they readily agreed to. I asked how we were going to do it and Jamison said we had a small fleet of electric golf type carts as well as a couple of ATV's as well but the Cushman does the job quite well and is green. I asked Jamison to pick London and I up in 10 minutes then called Childers and asked for a jug of water to take with us. We waited out front and Tanner brought me up to speed on the security team. There were 14 men not counting himself, all ex SEAL's with at least 10 years in the service. They worked in teams of 3 and there was always a team on duty. They also rotated as our driver, having that duty for a week at a time during which they lived above the carriage house. They all lived together in a cottage on the property and we'd see that on the tour. We talked about equipment as well as training and I learned that they maintained the same requirements as anyone on active duty. I also asked about self defense training for me and London and Tanner said it would be privilege for anyone on the team to work with us. A few minutes later Jamison pulled up and off we went. Over hill over dale as we hit the dusty trail and caissons go rolling along. Uhuh. We didn't have hills or dales or caissons but roll along we did. We toured the barns and stables and a large workshop for equipment. We saw the horses including a colt that was recently born and about 50 head of prime Angus cattle and 10 head of Bison which London was fairly excited about. He was also excited about the lake and asked about fishing and was told that the lake had been planted so there were fish in it and yes he could swim in if he wanted to. We traveled through fields and forest and crossed the two creeks that fed into the lake and then the river. The entire property was enclosed, mostly with 10 foot high cyclone fence with barbed wire at the top. A set of 4 strands of barbed wire was angled outward and another 4 strand set was angled inward; 2 out of the 4 wires on each side were electrified. There were large signs every 50 feet warning that it was electrified, no trespassing and the like. A 15 foot swath was cleared of all brush on both sides of the fence. Aaron Nussbaum had liked his privacy and he enforced it. There were other security measures which included cameras, pressure and motion sensors including floodlights. The roving security guards also had trained German Sheppard's with them at all times. The staff was equipped with all of the latest weaponry and equipment and, as I found out later on, could pretty much repel a force 6 or 7 times their own size. The front of the property was enclosed by an equally tall stone wall that stretched 100 yards on either side of the front gate. It was topped shards of broken glass and inside, hidden from view, coiled concertina wire ran the entire length of the wall just below the top. Outside the wall was nicely mown lawn and flower gardens, while inside a row of tight shrubbery blocked the view of the unsightly wire. Of course the same kind of security that protected the rest of barrier was utilized there as well. Just inside the main gate and mostly hidden by trees was the security center. A 6 bedroom cottage that had formerly housed estate workers, it now housed the security team. With exception of Tanner the men were bunked 2 to a room and although it was very rare that all of them were on premises at the same time, at least half the detail was there at all times. Many of them had homes or apartments in the various small towns and cities that dotted the county, none more than 20 minutes drive time away. As I said, they were all ex-SEALS's and were extensively trained. They also all had concealed weapons permits and carried at all times. They took us through the house which wasn't anything spectacular. They had converted one room into a workout area which didn't seem sufficient to me and I immediately began thinking about how to allow them to use the exercise area in the main house. As we neared the end of the tour I asked about any areas of concern that they might have or any needs. There didn't appear to be any so I encouraged them to let me know if there were. Back at the house London had gone off with Jamison so I talked to Childers about our need to get outfitted for dress clothes as well an overall upgrade of our wardrobe. The clothes that were coming from home were okay for knocking around in but living in the country we'd both need the aforementioned upgrade. Childers suggested New York City and I tended to agree. "There is another issue that's needs resolving Mr. Carter," he stated and asked if we might adjourn to the library. Once inside he handed me a sealed envelope, the second one in 15 minutes and the third in 24 hours, and it had Aaron's wax seal on it as well. He beckoned me to follow him to one wall of books and showed me a small piece of molding which he pressed on. From there he walked 5 feet over and pressed on the wall and small door opened up to reveal a large keypad that had both letters and numbers on it. "I believe that further instructions are in the envelope Mr. Carter. It is my understanding that Mr. Straub also has a part to this puzzle." I remembered the small envelope that the attorney had given me earlier but instead of pulling it out I simple nodded my head. There was a reason for the subterfuge and a reason why two different people held pieces of the puzzle. "I will leave you now." That said Childers left the room. I cracked the seal on the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper which read "Type in your mother's maiden name and her birthday using the 8 digit method. This will open a small concealed door 10 feet further to your right. Inside is an opening in which you will insert the card that Straub gave you. Be aware that you only have 6 seconds to insert the card. If the insertion is not accomplished in 6 seconds the entire system will close and lock for 24 hours." `Wow, what the fuck,' I thought to myself. I pulled the small envelope from my pocket, ripped it open and found the card and looked it over but all I could see was a magnetic strip around one end which I assumed was the end that needed to be inserted. I wiped my hands on my jeans, walked the 10 feet to my right, just to make certain where I was going. I then returned to the keyboard and typed in the information. I moved as soon as the last digit was entered and sure enough a small opening had appeared in the wood paneling to reveal a slot much like an ATM machine. I quickly inserted the slot. 5 feet further to my right an entire section of books slid silently upward revealing a doorway to an open room about the size of a bathroom. I stepped over to it and an electronic voice informed me to please step inside and insert the card, which I did. A door lowered itself, I assume in tandem with the bookcase, and once closed the room moved downward. Clearly I was in an elevator. When it stopped and the door opened I fucking near had a heart attack. I was looking into a very large cavernous room and while it was, or at least resembled, a cave or series of caves, it was incredibly opulent, something one might imagine out of the Arabian Nights because everywhere I looked I saw rich tapestries, gold, art work and the like. That in itself was amazing but not as amazing as seeing Aaron Nussbaum standing in front of me and dressed as dapper as can be. "Welcome Loren, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. I do apologize for having to be so Machiavellian but I believe you'll understand when it's all said and done. Come," he said, gently taking me by the elbow, "let's relax. Can I get you something to drink? I do have Kemper's," he said with smile. He walked 50 feet over to a huge refrigerator and was back a moment later with a tray and 2 bottles of my favorite root beer and 2 chilled glasses. "There is so much to tell you," he said after handing me a glass that he just filled along with instructions to use a coaster. "But I understand you have limited time so here is what I propose. Perhaps you could come down tonight around say, eleven or so, after you've fucked my grandson to sleep." He was smiling as he said it, delighted in my shocked expression. "Yes I have pick-ups in the room and no I don't listen in on your pratiques sexuelles. I suspected that you might be giving London some instructions and that was confirmed, that's all. I have my own déviance sexuelles believe me and I am more than willing to share those with you just not at this moment." "So, let me explain. I was beginning to come under scrutiny for war crimes committed during World War II. The story about being in a concentration camp is a fabrication but a good one complete with fake documentation. The loss of my children is not a fabrication. In any case, investigators were homing in on a `mystery man' which is me so I felt it was time to `die'. The man who was buried in my stead was a fake but plastic surgery being what it is these days." He let that sentence trail off. "All of this," he waved his hand to indicate our environment, "has been done over the course of 100 years, started by my grandfather and improved on over the years. I had the current elevator and electronics installed using specialists and artisans brought in from all over the globe. All were voluntarily drugged and smuggled in then returned home afterwards, all very wealthy men because of their work. All did their portion of the job without ever knowing what country they were in or the others who were involved. It's very safe and very secret." "Once the password is entered, the door to the library is bolted to bar entry. The inside of the door is carbon fiber and would take explosives to open and even if someone did enter the room they would see nothing amiss, all the secret panels go back into place as soon as the elevator door closed. We are about 200 feet beneath the basement" "There is enough food down here to last 2 years. Sad to say there aren't a great deal of fresh vegetables but I do have a hydroponic growing room that produces some basic necessities. I do make midnight foray's upstairs but with you in residence there is a night chef on duty. So, hopefully you'll be able to bring me fresh fruits on your midnight visits or even dismiss the night chef. Moving on, the place has its own power system, ventilation, water and sewage systems. It is a natural cave system, but was turned into a storage area, then during the 50's a bomb shelter and now it's what you see, a complete underground home, albeit a luxurious home. "I know that you should probably be getting back so, can I look forward to seeing you tonight?" I told him I'd be there. As he walked be back to the elevator he explained that the card I had was a bit cumbersome, not to mention something tangible that could be stolen, misplaced or lost. He had a micro-chip implanted that did away with all of that and suggested that I give some thought to having one implanted as well. He shook my hand, touched the wall and the elevator door slid open silently. "Until tonight then," and the door closed behind me and opened 10 seconds later. I stepped into the library and as I pulled the card from my pocket, assuming that I would need it to close the door, the door slid shut and the book case slid back down into place. I stood there stunned for a good 2 minutes, looking for any evidence of hidden doors and could see none. A knock on the library door brought me back to the present. I walked over and opened it so see Childers standing there. "Master London was looking for you Mr. Carter. He reported that the door was locked but it seems to be fine now." I explained that I had locked it and said no more. Childers was aware that Aaron had dark secrets although I doubted that he knew the extent of it. "You haven't had lunch Mr. Carter, might I bring you something?" I shook my head. "I think London and I will go to New York after the barbecue on Saturday Childers, I'd like you to come along." He nodded his head and left the room, leaving me to contemplate the past 30 minutes. London was busy most of the afternoon but during dinner regaled me with his adventures. I tried to be attentive but it was difficult given the discovery of everything that was hidden from view not to mention Aaron's knowledge that London and I were sexually involved. London noticed my mood and commented on it and I gave him a lame excuse. After dinner we were in the theater and having just watched a flick, the lights were dimmed enough to see by, barely. London got up and stood in front of me and began do a slow, sexually explicit dance while slowly removing his clothes. When he was down to his briefs he did a bump and grind, his hand at his crotch; rubbing and pushing. He put his hands in a triangle over his cock, forcing the stiff appendage to stand out, then turned around and rubbed at his tender little ass while looking over his shoulder at me. He slowly his underwear until the cloth was below his cheeks then rubbed at the globes. He bend over slightly at the waist, pulled his cheeks open revealing his core. Standing up he turned back to face me, one hand rubbing at his boy stuff, which was barely concealed, while the other continued to rub at his butt. I felt myself harden as I watched him, admiring his beauty, his sexuality and his sensuality and believe me, my boy was sensual as all hell. He finally slipped the underwear off then put his hands on his hips and thrust his pelvis forward, his raging hard cock standing firm and proud in front of him. He came closer then proceeded to get onto the recliner style chair I was in, his knees on each arm. "Do you want to suck my cock mister," he said in a low sexy voice. "My cock wants you to suck it mister," he said. London had never done a role play with me so I had no idea where the hell it was coming from, neither did I care. I put my hands on his ass and pulled slightly as I leaned my head forward. I captured him with my mouth and took him all the way inside until my nose touched his pubic bone. "Oh yeah mister, you suck cock real good," he moaned above me. Then, "play with my balls mister." I did as he commanded and heard, "Ohhh yeah." I continued to suckle him, continued to fondle his smooth sac until he pulled away from me. "I wanna see your cock mister. I never seen a man's cock before." London got down and immediately went for my pants, rubbing and feeling at the front. "It feels real hard mister, and real big." He undid my belt then the snap, then the zipper and tugged so I lifted myself up enough for him to get my jeans and underwear from under my ass. "Gosh mister you got a big one, it's huge." He reached down and took hold of me and stroked it a couple of times. "It's hard as a rock mister," he said softly. London dropped to his knees and put his face in my crotch. "It smells strong mister but I like it. I like it a lot," he said, looking up at me. He put his face back down and took me into his mouth and began to suck me, bobbing his head up and down in my lap. He put a hand between my legs and fondled my nuts as he sucked. He stopped for a moment. "You got a lot of sticky sperm stuff mister," he said, looking up at me again. Then his tongue slid out of his mouth and swiped across his lips, first the bottom and then the top. Fuck that was sexy as all hell looking. "I bet you make a lot of sperm stuff," then he went back to sucking me for a good 2 minutes. Then he stopped again. "Do you; do you want to fuck me mister? You want to put your man cock into my little boys' butt?" His tone of voice sounded unsure and for just a moment it wasn't London I was with; it was another little boy. Then reality hit. I didn't have any lube and that simply wasn't going to work. "Umm Lond..." He cut me off immediately. "Mister," he said sharply, his tone clearly a reprimand and telling me to stay in character. Then he softened and said, "Do you want to fuck my little boys' ass?" "Yes little boy I do want to fuck you. I'd love to put my big cock into your little boys' butt." London almost smiled but caught himself. He reached for his pants, fumbled around a little bit then pulled out a sandwich bag. "I never been fucked before mister. Please be gentle with me," he said, almost pleading and his facial expression actually projected a sense of doubt and even fear. He opened the bag and scooped out what I presumed to be lube then smeared his asshole. He scooped more out and smeared my cock with it. "Gosh mister, your cock is so big I don't know if it will fit in my butt." Of course that didn't stop him. He climbed into the seat facing away from me then took my cock in his hand and aimed it for his hole. Our flesh touched and he exerted weight on it and the head went inside of him. "Aaagggghhhh," he cried out and I seriously wasn't sure if it was real or part of the act, not that it mattered really. London was running this show, it was all on him. "Oh gosh mister your cock is ripping me open," he panted. He stayed there for a good 30 count then slowly lowered himself, his head tossed back toward me in an expression of extreme pain. He finally settled onto my lap and since I was sitting pretty much upright it was easy for him to relax his upper body back against me. Remember that, while London was completely naked, I was still fully dressed, my jeans and underwear a puddle at my ankles. It really helped enhance the sense of being furtive, sneaky, illicit. I put an arm around his chest, the other hand resting his hip and thigh. "How does it feel little boy?" I whispered in his ear causing him to shiver. "It feels big, like it's tearing my little butt hole open mister, like it's poking me in the stomach." His voice had taken on a sense of awe, a sense that he truly was a little virgin boy being fucked by a man for his first time. He reached down and pulled his balls up out of the way then felt around the penetrated area, his small fingers exploring the point of contact and then a little further down, onto my balls. "But it feels good mister. Having your cock in me feels real good." He pulled away slightly and began to rise up, using his legs for leverage. I moved the hand from his hip around to his front and took hold of his cock, his raging hard stiff cock, and began to stroke it. "Yeah mister, play with my boner while you fuck me," he panted, even though it was him fucking me. London rose and fell on my lap while I thrust my hips to help out but after a solid couple of minutes he stopped. "I want to turn around mister," he said and then he did an amazing thing. Quickly, he managed to get his legs straight then slowly turn, raising one leg up over my head and down the other side, using my cock like a holding pin to keep him in place. It took a little more work to get his legs bent so that he was kneeling again but he managed it. It was fucking incredible. "Oh yeah mister, that feels much better," he said, wiggling his little butt for emphasis. Then he went back to work. I liked the position much better as well for it allowed me to play with my son's butt and I loved playing with London's butt. His cheeks fit into my hands so perfectly. London rose and fell again, this time it felt more natural, like my cock was following a natural path inside his body instead of going against the grain as it were. He leaned forward and kissed me; once, twice, then kept his lips against mine, moving them and eventually opening his mouth wide and pushing his tongue in against mine, all the while his narrow hips move up and down, and undulating, fucking himself on my cock. He finally leaned back giving me a good clear shot of his smooth preteen face. I watched the ebb and flow of feelings that were ripping through his young body, reflected on his face. First a neutral expression and then one that looked like pain, eyes squinted and lips spread wide with teeth showing, and then mouth dropped open in awe and then serenity. It was fucking incredible. He stopped rising and falling every so often and, sitting on my lap, undulated his hips forward and backwards and sometimes a little side to side motion. All of that coupled with his facial expressions, the little whimpering noises that he was making, the fact that I was practically fully clothed, all of that got me to the sperm point fairly quickly. "Oh God little boy, fucking you is the best," I whispered, "but you're gonna make me cum soon." "I want you to cum mister. I want you to shoot your sperm into my butt. But jack me off mister, make me cum too, make me cum with you mister, make us cum together." I reached between us and took hold of London's raging cock in my thumb and fingers and began stroking him. He picked up speed, began rising and falling and grinding his hips faster and harder. I kept one hand on his tender little ass, kneading and pulling the cheek open. "Soon little boy, I'm gonna cum soon," I muttered. I could hear the huskiness in my voice, almost hoarseness. "Me too mister, I'm really close." He continued to fuck me, fuck me hard, for another 30 seconds or so then he climaxed and he wasn't quiet about it. "Oh fuck mister I'm cumming I'm cumming," he all but screamed out. And I came right behind him, literally and figuratively. "Oh fuck little boy," I groaned. London kept up an almost frenzied motion; rising falling, bumping and grinding. "Yeah mister, yeah, squirt your man sperm into my ass. Fill my ass with your hot sperm mister, oh shit, oh fuck." He slowed down a little but seemed to slam into me harder, helping drain my balls of a half million wiggly little sperms. London finally slowed way down and then stopped. The only noise, the only movement in the room was the rising and fall of both our chests with the inhalation and exhalation of air. He leaned forward and rested against my body, his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him and held him, reveling in the warmth and closeness of him. He kissed my neck then said, "Fuck dad that was intense." "I know," was the only response that I had for him until he finally sat upright again. We simply looked at each for a moment. "Where in the hell did that come from baby boy?" I said it in a soft voice, a voice that reflected my awe at what had just happened. "I don't know," he said then got a sort of reflecting expression on his face. "That's not true, I do sort of know. I was just sitting there as the movie ended wondering what it would be like to be in a theater and just do stuff with a complete stranger. It got me kinda hot feeling so I just pretended. Did you like it, was it fun for you dad. Could you imagine that happening, being with a stranger, a little boy you didn't know?" That was a lot of questions in one sentence which let me know that my son was truly interested in how it had affected me. "It was fucking incredible," I told him. "Just fucking incredible. I almost felt like I was there, doing it with a stranger. It was really hot London, thank you for doing that." I paused for a second then went on. "The lube though, what's with the lube in the baggie?" He explained that he had thought about it while we were on the tour and wondered what it would be like to do stuff out there in the fields or the woods, or even the barn or something and how we couldn't be able to do much without lube. "I mean, we really can't buy up cases of the stuff and stash it all over the property." That was true and I was right there with him about regarding the thoughts about having sex outside, somewhere on the property. That reminded me that I needed to talk with Tanner about how the security people went about their business. I knew that there were cameras in strategic places at the wall and fence but what about other places. Did the security team stay mostly along the perimeter or did they roam around in the interior part of the property? It wouldn't do to be caught on camera or even in person while we were doing the nasty now would it. "Well that was pretty smart of you London and I'm really glad you thought about it. Just remember to take the baggies out of your pants before you let the staff take them for laundry." He gave me a look that said; do I look like a fool? My dick was shrinking and we both knew that it would only be a very short matter of time before I came out of him. London said that he was gonna just get off and grab a sock to put in his butt till he could get upstairs. He did just that then pulled his jeans on right away, stuffing his briefs in his pocket. We elected to go down the hall to the conservatory and use the backstairs, wanting to avoid Childers or any other member of the staff, and in a few minutes were back in my room. We took a shower and afterward London said he was going to bed. I told him I was going to go downstairs and do some things and I'd see him in the morning. We kissed and as I headed toward the door London called out, "I love you dad." Needless to say I fed it back to him. Ten minutes later I was exiting into Aaron's subterranean domain. "You're early," he said and in fact it was only 9 o'clock. I said that London had gone to bed a little earlier than usual and the old man shot me a knowing smile that I didn't bother to respond to. I didn't really want to discuss my incestual sex life with my father in law, whom I'd known for less than an hour. Aaron however wasn't shy about it at all. "From the pictures I've seen he looks like a hot little number Loren? I'd really like to meet him you know but I don't think that's going to be possible. I'm not sure I want to take the risk." I just nodded my head. "I alluded earlier to my own sexual deviances so let me share a little of it with you. I was raised having sex with family members. My grandfather and my father fucked me and my sister on a regular basis starting when we were about 8. They were also fucking my cousins. My grandfather started fucking my father when dad was my age as well. The women in the family knew it but didn't say anything. My grandfather and then my father were very wealthy men and that day and age they controlled everything. My grandmother and my mother both knew that they could be put out on the street at any time and for any reason, so, hence their silence. "Up to and into my 70's I had children at my disposal. I preferred girls to boys but overall it didn't really matter where I stuffed my pecker. Because of our wealth there was always a fear that someone would turn on us because of it, Michael Jackson is a good example, so my father started a company in Europe to resolve that problem. The company's sole purpose was to provide minors for sexual encounters with wealthy men and women. Many parents were willing to allow their children to engage in such activities because the money was very good, it was in cash, and they got it the same day. They also knew that their children would never be hurt, other than getting their little cunts or their assholes filled by an adult cock. No, the company has very strict rules about S&M, bondage, humiliation or any of those degrading sorts of activities. Nor were alcohol or drugs allowed. Anyone who transgresses those or other rules will pay a penalty up to and including death or even their own child's death. There were a couple of incidents in the early days where children were badly injured. Both men died horrible deaths. There have been very few problems since that time." "The company began approaching the poor for they were the easiest to access and of course more willing to allow their children to earn seriously good money. More than one family has moved up the social latter based on funds that their son or daughter earned. If a child worked for us from the age of say, 10 and only worked once time a week they could be bringing in a hundred grand a year and their take from that would be about 50 grand. The company takes a cut and their parents get a cut and the rest, about 50%, goes into a numbered Swiss account for the child until they're 18. You can see that by age 18, just at 1 day a week a child could have a very large tax free nest egg. I've seen children who were millionaires by that age. The company also provides monthly medical checkups as well as general medical and counseling services for the children so it works well for everyone." I listened attentively to what Aaron was telling me. "The words you used Aaron were present tense. Is the company still in operation?" He nodded his head. "Yes it is and it makes a great deal of money." I asked how it worked and he told me. An individual pays a 50 thousand dollar joining fee and a 10 thousand a year membership fee. Each person has an account number along with general preferences. There are children available in every major city and destination spot in the world. Encounters can be set up in advance or last minute. There can be a great deal of subterfuge involved getting a child to its destination or sometimes it's as simple as a cab ride. Parents are never allowed to go along but the company provides escorts. No one knows the identity of the procurer except for one or two people at the top of the company ladder. After the buy in the cost runs 2500.00 per hour with a two hour minimum. The cost for a virgin child is in the low to mid 5 figures plus the regular rate hourly rate. There was more to it but that was the gist of it and I found it quite interesting. Apparently there were a fair amount of wealthy people who did in fact enjoy such relationships and this was a safe way to pursue such idiosyncrasies. Aaron did say that he had quite a collection of films as well as magazines and photos that I was welcome to view if I had the desire. I said I'd consider it. He took me on a tour of his environment which, as I've said, was very elaborately appointed and quite large, easily 6000 square feet of mostly open space. Since he had no visitors there was no reason to have separate rooms so his basic living area was clustered in one area, his kitchen off to a side in one area and his bed in yet another. It was sort of like a loft or studio apartment only 10 times bigger. He also had an area that he used for an office complete with computers and large flat screen monitors, as in 3 of them. He also had a 60 inch television screen. When I asked him how his reception was he said it was fantastic. "I put a satellite up about 2 months before I died. Of course it was for business and I rent out time on it but it also feeds down here. I've had a dish for my office in the house for a couple of years so this," he said waving his arm, "was basically a piece of cake. I really am just as connected to the rest of world as I was up there," he said, pointing upward. I followed him down some steps that had been carved out of the rock, through a short, curving tunnel, the way lit by sconces set in the rock wall. I thought I had heard a faint roaring sound back in the main room but as we walked it got louder. We finally exited the tunnel into a huge cavern, larger than the first one and were standing at the edge of a small lake. There were no lights that I could see yet the entire cavern was almost glowing. "It's the minerals in the rock that emits the light. At least I think that's what it is," Aaron said. "This is my swimming pool as well as bathing area. Over here, he said, pointing as we walked is my bathroom." A small creek drained from the pond and a chair sat on a platform that extended out over the creek. "No need for a toilet and plumbing. The creek takes it all away. Apparently my ancestors used it because it was here when I first came down here. I use the water for cleansing and voila, an organic bathroom of sorts. The rumbling you hear is a water fall that is father down the trail. I haven't gone down there in years but it drops into the earth and where it comes out I have no clue. We headed back toward his living area and he sort of chattered away about life in a cave. "I make midnight foray's up into the house for books and sometimes food although, as I said before, now that you're in residence a night chef will be posted in the kitchen so it'll be a bit more of a challenge. On the way back he detoured off of the main tunnel into a smaller side tunnel that I hadn't noticed before, light coming on as we entered. We obviously passed sensors because there was always light right where we were but darkened behind us. We reached a dead end and stood there for a moment looking at the rock wall before Aaron extended his arm toward it. With no noise what so ever a small section slid sideways allowing us entry. "Another reason to have the implant," Aaron said then went through the doorway. We had entered another small area. The tunnel continued off to the left and sitting in the middle of it was a golf cart. Unlike the others this one was gas powered and had balloon tires which I assumed were necessary for traversing the rough floor of the tunnel. "My rabbit hole," Aaron explained. "It comes out 4 miles away in a secluded and protected area where I have a car stashed. Kind of like the bat cave. One never knows." Off to the other side was a wooden door set into the rock. It looked thick and heavy and was set on heavy steel hinges. Again, he extended his arm toward the rock along side of it and I heard a metallic click. He pushed the door open and I followed him in and once again lights went on automatically. We were in another small room, about the size of a medium sized bedroom. It was another heart attack moment. ********** ********** ********** ********** More Tag_m stories with an incest theme can be found on Nifty by going to the prolific authors link. Fathers & Sons posted 7.19.03 Brotherly Instruction 6.16.06 Loving Uncle 3.13.10 bi-sexual adult youth Loving Family 8.18.04 " " Brother Sister Friend 4.28.04 bi-sexual incest Jizzmo 7.05.06 " " Also a story of wealth & excess