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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,443
Reviews:
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Recommended:
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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 19
©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 19
Date: Wednesday, September 12, 2001
Place: Victor's home, Patterson, NY
"I hate him. I hate him. I wish he were dead."
"I know, I hate him too, Kenny. But look, Victor is going to call you pretty soon, and we can't let him know we found out about him. Not yet. So you have to pretend you never saw me. Never saw these DVDs."
In a while, the phone rings. Kenny takes a deep breath and picks it up.
"Victor, where are you? ... When I saw you ain't here I got real scared.... I miss you Victor. I miss you real bad.... Please please please come home as soon as you can.... I'll see you next Wednesday. I'll be counting the days.... I love you."
"Don't tell me, Victor told you to rustle up some dinner for yourself, and stay here tonight. He's going to be thinking about you sleeping in that bed. And tomorrow morning, you can take some money from the top left drawer, and go back to the city."
"The fuckin' bastard."
They go into the kitchen, and Mark prepares a decent hot supper for himself and Kenny. As they eat, he learns that Kenny recently turned eleven, that his family pretty much ignores him. On Wednesdays, they think he's sleeping over at a friend's house. He thought so too! Now Kenny wants to call the cops. But Mark says there's no rush. It's better to wait and figure everything out.
After some bowls of ice cream, they go back to the living room and Mark asks, "Kenny, take a good look at the other boys. Do you know any of them?" Having gotten over his initial shock, Kenny can now look at the faces on the screen. Sure enough, he recognizes Thursday (Hump, 14) and Saturday (Washington, 12) from his school. "Come with me, Kenny. Get the Metro Card Victor gave you."
"How did you know he... Never mind."
Down in the city, Mark hunts up Jack and briefly explains the situation. Then the three go looking for little Dean. "Hey, Big Brother!" Mark hates to break the little kid's heart, but he has to. The four of them take the subway to Kenny's neighborhood and locate Hump and Washington. Then all six take the Metro back to Victor's house. They spend the night looking at DVDs, comparing experiences, and calling Victor all the names they can think of.
Date : Thursday, September 13, 2001, early morning
Again Kenny wants to call the police and several others agree. But Jack, the oldest, says no. As a hustler, he's had run-ins with cops. "They won't help. The justice system will screw us all over, and we won't get anything out of it. Look, Guys, we're sitting on a gold mine."
Dean stands up and wiggles his ass. "Yeah, it's worth a million." The others all laugh.
"No," says Hump, "Jack meant this pile of DVDs is our gold mine."
Jack goes on. "Well, that's true, but Dean is also right. Our sex is worth a lot and we've been giving it to that shithead for free. We should make him pay. Aw, shit, what's that word for something you own that's worth something. Assets, that's it. Our asses are our assets, hehe. And we can take control of our assets to get what we want."
"Like a gold chain?" "A tattoo?" "More ice cream?" "I want a dirt bike." "I want to go to Disney."
"Look, Guys, if we're smart, we won't just squander our assets on cheap stuff. Make sure if you give something that valuable, you get good value for it. Look around you. Victor's got to be worth millions. If we do this right, we can milk this gravy train for years to come without involving the police."
"OK. So how do we do that? What's the plan?"
Washington says, "This is getting complicated. We need a lawyer or something."
Jack tells them he knows one. "A public defender named Goldberg. He kept me from going to juvey last year."
"What did he cost?"
"A fuck." Everyone laughs. "Yep, that was a fee I could afford. And it was worth it." Now the other boys are beginning to see what he meant about using their assets.
"Come on, Jack, call him up. Call him right now."
"You realize it's, uh, not even four? Let's give him a chance to get to his office. Come on, let's get ourselves some breakfast."
"Do we gotta have pancakes? I suddenly hate pancakes."
As the sun rises, the boys use the various bathrooms to shower off. They explore the house. In the fishbowl, Kenny discovers the motion detector and the hidden microphones. Directly under the fishbowl, next to the office, Washington finds the studio full of high-tech equipment that lets Victor see the three images simultaneously and with a control panel, fade from one camera angle to another, and zoom. He can control sound too, and in just a few minutes produce a professional quality DVD.
.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 19
Date: Wednesday, September 12, 2001
Place: Victor's home, Patterson, NY
"I hate him. I hate him. I wish he were dead."
"I know, I hate him too, Kenny. But look, Victor is going to call you pretty soon, and we can't let him know we found out about him. Not yet. So you have to pretend you never saw me. Never saw these DVDs."
In a while, the phone rings. Kenny takes a deep breath and picks it up.
"Victor, where are you? ... When I saw you ain't here I got real scared.... I miss you Victor. I miss you real bad.... Please please please come home as soon as you can.... I'll see you next Wednesday. I'll be counting the days.... I love you."
"Don't tell me, Victor told you to rustle up some dinner for yourself, and stay here tonight. He's going to be thinking about you sleeping in that bed. And tomorrow morning, you can take some money from the top left drawer, and go back to the city."
"The fuckin' bastard."
They go into the kitchen, and Mark prepares a decent hot supper for himself and Kenny. As they eat, he learns that Kenny recently turned eleven, that his family pretty much ignores him. On Wednesdays, they think he's sleeping over at a friend's house. He thought so too! Now Kenny wants to call the cops. But Mark says there's no rush. It's better to wait and figure everything out.
After some bowls of ice cream, they go back to the living room and Mark asks, "Kenny, take a good look at the other boys. Do you know any of them?" Having gotten over his initial shock, Kenny can now look at the faces on the screen. Sure enough, he recognizes Thursday (Hump, 14) and Saturday (Washington, 12) from his school. "Come with me, Kenny. Get the Metro Card Victor gave you."
"How did you know he... Never mind."
Down in the city, Mark hunts up Jack and briefly explains the situation. Then the three go looking for little Dean. "Hey, Big Brother!" Mark hates to break the little kid's heart, but he has to. The four of them take the subway to Kenny's neighborhood and locate Hump and Washington. Then all six take the Metro back to Victor's house. They spend the night looking at DVDs, comparing experiences, and calling Victor all the names they can think of.
Date : Thursday, September 13, 2001, early morning
Again Kenny wants to call the police and several others agree. But Jack, the oldest, says no. As a hustler, he's had run-ins with cops. "They won't help. The justice system will screw us all over, and we won't get anything out of it. Look, Guys, we're sitting on a gold mine."
Dean stands up and wiggles his ass. "Yeah, it's worth a million." The others all laugh.
"No," says Hump, "Jack meant this pile of DVDs is our gold mine."
Jack goes on. "Well, that's true, but Dean is also right. Our sex is worth a lot and we've been giving it to that shithead for free. We should make him pay. Aw, shit, what's that word for something you own that's worth something. Assets, that's it. Our asses are our assets, hehe. And we can take control of our assets to get what we want."
"Like a gold chain?" "A tattoo?" "More ice cream?" "I want a dirt bike." "I want to go to Disney."
"Look, Guys, if we're smart, we won't just squander our assets on cheap stuff. Make sure if you give something that valuable, you get good value for it. Look around you. Victor's got to be worth millions. If we do this right, we can milk this gravy train for years to come without involving the police."
"OK. So how do we do that? What's the plan?"
Washington says, "This is getting complicated. We need a lawyer or something."
Jack tells them he knows one. "A public defender named Goldberg. He kept me from going to juvey last year."
"What did he cost?"
"A fuck." Everyone laughs. "Yep, that was a fee I could afford. And it was worth it." Now the other boys are beginning to see what he meant about using their assets.
"Come on, Jack, call him up. Call him right now."
"You realize it's, uh, not even four? Let's give him a chance to get to his office. Come on, let's get ourselves some breakfast."
"Do we gotta have pancakes? I suddenly hate pancakes."
As the sun rises, the boys use the various bathrooms to shower off. They explore the house. In the fishbowl, Kenny discovers the motion detector and the hidden microphones. Directly under the fishbowl, next to the office, Washington finds the studio full of high-tech equipment that lets Victor see the three images simultaneously and with a control panel, fade from one camera angle to another, and zoom. He can control sound too, and in just a few minutes produce a professional quality DVD.
.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.