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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,441
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 18
©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 18
Date: Wednesday, September 12, 2001
Place: Victor's home, Patterson, NY
Around dawn, Mark begins to nod off. He doesn't feel like sleeping in that bed, so he grabs a soft blanket, gets nude and sacks out on the living room couch a few hours. Around noon, he gets up, takes a shower, and slips on a bathrobe. He doesn't watch any more DVDs. He's seen enough. Instead, he starts wandering the halls, exploring the house he's been in so often yet knows so little about. He discovers seven other bedrooms besides the fishbowl. Nine bathrooms, including three on the main floor. A pool room. An exercise room. The place is a fuckin' mansion. Still in his bathrobe, he wanders outside. He sees the garage with an apartment upstairs for a chauffeur. He finds an empty swimming pool and neglected tennis court. Why the hell didn't he and Victor ever lob a few tennis balls, or play pool, or go skinny-dipping. Why was the bed the only place Victor entertained his boys. Mark knows the answer. That's where the cameras are.
He spends the afternoon nibbling and nosing around. The TV reports the grounding of the airplanes will last indefinitely. He knows Victor is stuck in SF and he doesn't give a shit. Nor does he give a shit about Victor's privacy any more. He starts rifling through the papers in his desk. He wants to dig up all the dirt he can. He makes a pile of the folders he finds most interesting, and when he has an armload carries them into the living room where he sprawls out with a pizza he has microwaved and studies them carefully.
Around four o'clock he hears a knock on the front door. Moments later he hears the side door open, and then a squeaky voice shouting, "Victor? Did you hear what happened?" The squeak gets louder as it nears the living room. "The whole city is all crazy now. Where are you Victor? I missed you last week. I'm glad you're back home. Victor? Why don't you say any... Who the hell are you?"
Mark realizes his bathrobe has loosened and now reveals his chest all the way to his bush. But he doesn't give a shit. He knows this lad has seen much more than some pubes. "Hi, Kenny."
"How do you know who I am? Who are you? Where's Victor? I want to see Victor!" Kenny starts to shake.
"OK, now, let me guess. On Wednesdays Victor's wife has a girls night out. She goes shopping and takes in a show and then stays in the city 'til the next day. That gives you and Victor plenty of time every week to play games on his bed, right? Then tomorrow morning, you two will shower together, he'll cook you some pancakes, then you'll ride with him back to the city, and before he goes to work, he'll drop you off in your neighborhood. But first he'll kiss you, tell you he'll be counting the days, and say, 'Goodbye, Sweetheart.' Do I have it right, Kenny?"
"I'm not telling. Where's Victor?"
"That's ok, Kenny. You don't need to tell me anything. I know it's true. Take a look." Mark presses the play button on the remote and suddenly Kenny sees himself on the big flat panel TV, naked in bed with his love.
"Why are you spying on us?"
"I didn't make this video, Kenny. Victor did." Mark switches to one of his own DVDs. Now Kenny has to watch the one true love in his life kissing this stranger, caressing his nipples, sucking his cock, fingering and finally fucking his asshole. Kenny cringes every time he hears Victor call Mark his Sweetheart.
Mark turns off the DVD and hugs the younger boy, now overwhelmed in tears. "How could Victor do that? He said I was the only boy he ever loved."
"He told me the same thing. I'm sorry, Kenny, but I have to show you something else." Mark again changes the DVD to show Victor has a third boy lover, and a fourth, seven altogether. "And there were others also before we came along. This bastard has been fucking boys for years and on camera."
.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.
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 18
Date: Wednesday, September 12, 2001
Place: Victor's home, Patterson, NY
Around dawn, Mark begins to nod off. He doesn't feel like sleeping in that bed, so he grabs a soft blanket, gets nude and sacks out on the living room couch a few hours. Around noon, he gets up, takes a shower, and slips on a bathrobe. He doesn't watch any more DVDs. He's seen enough. Instead, he starts wandering the halls, exploring the house he's been in so often yet knows so little about. He discovers seven other bedrooms besides the fishbowl. Nine bathrooms, including three on the main floor. A pool room. An exercise room. The place is a fuckin' mansion. Still in his bathrobe, he wanders outside. He sees the garage with an apartment upstairs for a chauffeur. He finds an empty swimming pool and neglected tennis court. Why the hell didn't he and Victor ever lob a few tennis balls, or play pool, or go skinny-dipping. Why was the bed the only place Victor entertained his boys. Mark knows the answer. That's where the cameras are.
He spends the afternoon nibbling and nosing around. The TV reports the grounding of the airplanes will last indefinitely. He knows Victor is stuck in SF and he doesn't give a shit. Nor does he give a shit about Victor's privacy any more. He starts rifling through the papers in his desk. He wants to dig up all the dirt he can. He makes a pile of the folders he finds most interesting, and when he has an armload carries them into the living room where he sprawls out with a pizza he has microwaved and studies them carefully.
Around four o'clock he hears a knock on the front door. Moments later he hears the side door open, and then a squeaky voice shouting, "Victor? Did you hear what happened?" The squeak gets louder as it nears the living room. "The whole city is all crazy now. Where are you Victor? I missed you last week. I'm glad you're back home. Victor? Why don't you say any... Who the hell are you?"
Mark realizes his bathrobe has loosened and now reveals his chest all the way to his bush. But he doesn't give a shit. He knows this lad has seen much more than some pubes. "Hi, Kenny."
"How do you know who I am? Who are you? Where's Victor? I want to see Victor!" Kenny starts to shake.
"OK, now, let me guess. On Wednesdays Victor's wife has a girls night out. She goes shopping and takes in a show and then stays in the city 'til the next day. That gives you and Victor plenty of time every week to play games on his bed, right? Then tomorrow morning, you two will shower together, he'll cook you some pancakes, then you'll ride with him back to the city, and before he goes to work, he'll drop you off in your neighborhood. But first he'll kiss you, tell you he'll be counting the days, and say, 'Goodbye, Sweetheart.' Do I have it right, Kenny?"
"I'm not telling. Where's Victor?"
"That's ok, Kenny. You don't need to tell me anything. I know it's true. Take a look." Mark presses the play button on the remote and suddenly Kenny sees himself on the big flat panel TV, naked in bed with his love.
"Why are you spying on us?"
"I didn't make this video, Kenny. Victor did." Mark switches to one of his own DVDs. Now Kenny has to watch the one true love in his life kissing this stranger, caressing his nipples, sucking his cock, fingering and finally fucking his asshole. Kenny cringes every time he hears Victor call Mark his Sweetheart.
Mark turns off the DVD and hugs the younger boy, now overwhelmed in tears. "How could Victor do that? He said I was the only boy he ever loved."
"He told me the same thing. I'm sorry, Kenny, but I have to show you something else." Mark again changes the DVD to show Victor has a third boy lover, and a fourth, seven altogether. "And there were others also before we came along. This bastard has been fucking boys for years and on camera."
.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.