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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,435
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction about oral & anal sex between men and young boys. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Chapter 12
©2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
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Chapter 12
Date: Friday, August 26, 2005
Place: McLaughlin House, near Brewster, New York
Chuck pulls into the garage, and his wife wakes the children. "Come on, kids, we're home. Hey, Sissy, you sleepyhead. Let's get you up to bed." Sissy and her brother trudge yawning into the kitchen. Like every Friday, the show has made them overtired. But Sissy notices the cellar light is on and peeks down the stairs.
"Daddy, they're back!"
Chuck comes running to the cellar door. "Well I'll be damned." He races down the steps two at a time. Brian and Jeremy are lying on their old bed. "I thought we saw the last of you two runaways. You come back to steal more stuff? Well, you got caught, didn't you." He hits them both. "You've been gone a week. How long you think you could get away with this?" Chuck grabs the handcuffs and locks the boys to the bed. "I'll deal with you two later."
As promised, about an hour later Chuck returns to the basement. He pulls off their pants and undies, then kneels on the bed, unzips, and pulls out his whacker. "First you're both going to suck me off, starting with the eldest." He pulls open Brian's clenched jaw. "And I warn you, if I feel any teeth, your brother will get a whipping." Brian reluctantly gives Chuck enough of a BJ to get him stiff and slimy. Then Chuck pulls out and pushes it into Jeremy's mouth. Whimpering and shaking, the little soldier does his best to imitate his big brother's brave performance. "Yeah, that's it, you son of a bitch, you suck Chuck's fuck stick. Pull all that nice juice out of my nuts, you little cum bucket." After what seemed like hours to the young hero, Chuck pulls his dripping cock out of Jeremy's mouth. Then he does the unexpected. He unlocks Brian's handcuffs. "OK, big man, you grab hold of your little brother's ankles. Yeah, like that. Now you pull them up by his ears and hold them there.
Brian is crying. "No, Chuck, please, please don't make me hold him. Please don't fuck him. Fuck me instead. Here. Here's my asshole."
"Oh, have no fear, big man, you'll get your turn, but little brother gets it first tonight. And you will help hold him. That's what brothers do. They help each other." Sobbing, Brian takes little Jeremy by the ankles and bends him in two, to expose his precious little hole. Jeremy, his hands still cuffed, his eyes two wide saucers, is crying, "No, no, no, no."
"OK, that's enough." At the strange voice, Chuck jumps up and turns around to face Mark, who emerges from behind a storage cabinet.
"What the hell. I'm calling the police."
"Yeah, Chuckie, you do that." Mike and Greg come out from piles of boxes and suitcases. Now Chuck sees that Mark, Mike and Greg all have video cameras in their hands.
Mark takes over. "Mike, take the three cameras out to Nelson and wait in the van. We'll be along soon." Mike skips up the stairs, bearing the evidence. "So you see, Chuck, I really don't think it would be smart of you to call the police. Now give Brian the key." He hands it over and the boy unlocks his brother. They grab their clothes and stand beside Greg, holding each other tight. "You did a good job tonight, Brian, Jeremy. I'm sure your parents are very proud of you both. OK, now Mr. McLaughlin. I'm going to spell this out very carefully so even an idiot like you can understand. Number 1, you will never again see either of these young men because they have moved out. Number 2, you will never take in any other foster kids."
"But what about their school? They already called. My wife told them the boys were sick."
"That brings us to number 3. She will bring this letter to the school on Monday, explaining you are enrolling the boys in Jordan Academy and asking them to send the boys' records to Dr. Maxwell there."
"I can't do that. I can't even afford to send my own kids there."
"Oh, you're making my heart bleed, Chuck. But don't worry. These boys are on a full scholarship. And as for room and board, number 4, every month you will sign the checks you get from Child Protective Services over to Dr. Maxwell. Now, Chuckie, if you screw up, the authorities will receive a DVD showing what went on here tonight from three different angles. Believe me, your face is very clear."
Then the boys left without answering Chuck's last question, "How long will you keep blackmailing me?"
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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Chapter 12
Date: Friday, August 26, 2005
Place: McLaughlin House, near Brewster, New York
Chuck pulls into the garage, and his wife wakes the children. "Come on, kids, we're home. Hey, Sissy, you sleepyhead. Let's get you up to bed." Sissy and her brother trudge yawning into the kitchen. Like every Friday, the show has made them overtired. But Sissy notices the cellar light is on and peeks down the stairs.
"Daddy, they're back!"
Chuck comes running to the cellar door. "Well I'll be damned." He races down the steps two at a time. Brian and Jeremy are lying on their old bed. "I thought we saw the last of you two runaways. You come back to steal more stuff? Well, you got caught, didn't you." He hits them both. "You've been gone a week. How long you think you could get away with this?" Chuck grabs the handcuffs and locks the boys to the bed. "I'll deal with you two later."
As promised, about an hour later Chuck returns to the basement. He pulls off their pants and undies, then kneels on the bed, unzips, and pulls out his whacker. "First you're both going to suck me off, starting with the eldest." He pulls open Brian's clenched jaw. "And I warn you, if I feel any teeth, your brother will get a whipping." Brian reluctantly gives Chuck enough of a BJ to get him stiff and slimy. Then Chuck pulls out and pushes it into Jeremy's mouth. Whimpering and shaking, the little soldier does his best to imitate his big brother's brave performance. "Yeah, that's it, you son of a bitch, you suck Chuck's fuck stick. Pull all that nice juice out of my nuts, you little cum bucket." After what seemed like hours to the young hero, Chuck pulls his dripping cock out of Jeremy's mouth. Then he does the unexpected. He unlocks Brian's handcuffs. "OK, big man, you grab hold of your little brother's ankles. Yeah, like that. Now you pull them up by his ears and hold them there.
Brian is crying. "No, Chuck, please, please don't make me hold him. Please don't fuck him. Fuck me instead. Here. Here's my asshole."
"Oh, have no fear, big man, you'll get your turn, but little brother gets it first tonight. And you will help hold him. That's what brothers do. They help each other." Sobbing, Brian takes little Jeremy by the ankles and bends him in two, to expose his precious little hole. Jeremy, his hands still cuffed, his eyes two wide saucers, is crying, "No, no, no, no."
"OK, that's enough." At the strange voice, Chuck jumps up and turns around to face Mark, who emerges from behind a storage cabinet.
"What the hell. I'm calling the police."
"Yeah, Chuckie, you do that." Mike and Greg come out from piles of boxes and suitcases. Now Chuck sees that Mark, Mike and Greg all have video cameras in their hands.
Mark takes over. "Mike, take the three cameras out to Nelson and wait in the van. We'll be along soon." Mike skips up the stairs, bearing the evidence. "So you see, Chuck, I really don't think it would be smart of you to call the police. Now give Brian the key." He hands it over and the boy unlocks his brother. They grab their clothes and stand beside Greg, holding each other tight. "You did a good job tonight, Brian, Jeremy. I'm sure your parents are very proud of you both. OK, now Mr. McLaughlin. I'm going to spell this out very carefully so even an idiot like you can understand. Number 1, you will never again see either of these young men because they have moved out. Number 2, you will never take in any other foster kids."
"But what about their school? They already called. My wife told them the boys were sick."
"That brings us to number 3. She will bring this letter to the school on Monday, explaining you are enrolling the boys in Jordan Academy and asking them to send the boys' records to Dr. Maxwell there."
"I can't do that. I can't even afford to send my own kids there."
"Oh, you're making my heart bleed, Chuck. But don't worry. These boys are on a full scholarship. And as for room and board, number 4, every month you will sign the checks you get from Child Protective Services over to Dr. Maxwell. Now, Chuckie, if you screw up, the authorities will receive a DVD showing what went on here tonight from three different angles. Believe me, your face is very clear."
Then the boys left without answering Chuck's last question, "How long will you keep blackmailing me?"
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.