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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,445
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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 21
©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 21
Date: Thursday, September 13, 2001
Place: Victor's home, Patterson, NY
Hump reminds the lawyer, "You realize, Mister, if there's any clause missing in that contract, any loophole, then the New York Bar will get the first copy of your DVD. No pressure, though."
Once he's wearing his jurist hat, Goldberg forgets about everything else. Throughout the day, Goldberg combs over the records. He interviews all the boys. He throws around terms like "emancipated minors" and "statutory rape." He uses his password to get into his law firm's LexisNexis account. In the early afternoon, Jack brings him a cup of coffee. "You know, Jack, this would work a lot better if you boys were a corporation." He explains the advantages. "I can draw up articles of corporation for you as well as the contract. We'll also need a deed transfer, and a few other documents." Jack listens and agrees. "Talk to the others and come up with a name for your corporation."
After a while, all six boys come into the office. "We got a name, Mister." Goldberg looks at them. "Boy Power House." Goldberg grins and thinks to himself, That's for sure.
Date: Sunday, September 16, 2001
Every night, one of the boys talks to Victor on the phone. Finally on Sunday evening, he tells Dean he just got to New York and will be home soon. Dean shouts, "Oh thank god! I was so worried." He's crying. "I can't wait for you to hold me."
About 11, Victor walks in the front door. The house is dark. "I'm home." Dean comes running downstairs in his underwear. He lets Victor pick him up. Lets him kiss him on the mouth. Lets him grope at his sweet ass. "Come on, Sweetheart, let's go to our bedroom." He carries Dean up the stairs snuggling his young face. "It's been so long. I've been counting the days." The room in pitch black. Victor, ever mindful of the cameras, says "Let's turn on the lights. I know you always like to have the lights on."
"Yes, I do, but first let's take off all our clothes. When we turn on the lights, I want to see your big handsome naked body. Please, Victor, please." Victor strips off all his clothes and from the rustling of fabric, thinks Dean is doing so also. Victor turns on the wall switch. Around the room sit six of his boys. Dean is now fully dressed. Victor alone stands naked. On the floor is a big pile of DVDs.
He starts to put his pants back on, but Kenny grabs them. "Sit down on the bed, you son of a bitch and listen."
Jack speaks for the group, "You see before you the board of directors of the Boy Power House Inc. From now on you work for us, as our business manager. Number one, you will sign the deed of this house over to the corporation. We've each already selected our own bedrooms. Number two, you will move into the apartment over the garage. That will be your only compensation for this job, so we suggest you keep your other job downtown. You'll need the money. Number three, you will set up a bank account for each one of us and deposit $3000 a month in each one. That's for our college fund. Oh, you don't think we're smart enough for college? Well, we all plan on going, Victor. You see, we're thinking about the future, and we know there will come a time when our talented asses won't be enough to get by in this world. So number four, you hire a tutor to teach us right. The board will get final say on all hirings. We also need a housekeeper to clean and do laundry, and a decent cook. We've all eaten your pancakes but we doubt you can cook anything else and growing boys need to eat a lot. Last, when Walsh, the other boy you're screwing, arrives tomorrow, if he wants to join us he gets the same privileges. If you behave yourself and do what you're told nobody else will see these DVDs and tapes."
Hump takes the floor. "Now Victor, we all think you're just a big pile of dog shit, and as Business Manager we will start calling you BM." Giggles around the room. "But we also agree that you gave one hell of a lay and we admit it felt kinda good, so if you're extra special nice you might even get to fuck one of us once in a while, for old times sake, but only when we want it."
.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 21
Date: Thursday, September 13, 2001
Place: Victor's home, Patterson, NY
Hump reminds the lawyer, "You realize, Mister, if there's any clause missing in that contract, any loophole, then the New York Bar will get the first copy of your DVD. No pressure, though."
Once he's wearing his jurist hat, Goldberg forgets about everything else. Throughout the day, Goldberg combs over the records. He interviews all the boys. He throws around terms like "emancipated minors" and "statutory rape." He uses his password to get into his law firm's LexisNexis account. In the early afternoon, Jack brings him a cup of coffee. "You know, Jack, this would work a lot better if you boys were a corporation." He explains the advantages. "I can draw up articles of corporation for you as well as the contract. We'll also need a deed transfer, and a few other documents." Jack listens and agrees. "Talk to the others and come up with a name for your corporation."
After a while, all six boys come into the office. "We got a name, Mister." Goldberg looks at them. "Boy Power House." Goldberg grins and thinks to himself, That's for sure.
Date: Sunday, September 16, 2001
Every night, one of the boys talks to Victor on the phone. Finally on Sunday evening, he tells Dean he just got to New York and will be home soon. Dean shouts, "Oh thank god! I was so worried." He's crying. "I can't wait for you to hold me."
About 11, Victor walks in the front door. The house is dark. "I'm home." Dean comes running downstairs in his underwear. He lets Victor pick him up. Lets him kiss him on the mouth. Lets him grope at his sweet ass. "Come on, Sweetheart, let's go to our bedroom." He carries Dean up the stairs snuggling his young face. "It's been so long. I've been counting the days." The room in pitch black. Victor, ever mindful of the cameras, says "Let's turn on the lights. I know you always like to have the lights on."
"Yes, I do, but first let's take off all our clothes. When we turn on the lights, I want to see your big handsome naked body. Please, Victor, please." Victor strips off all his clothes and from the rustling of fabric, thinks Dean is doing so also. Victor turns on the wall switch. Around the room sit six of his boys. Dean is now fully dressed. Victor alone stands naked. On the floor is a big pile of DVDs.
He starts to put his pants back on, but Kenny grabs them. "Sit down on the bed, you son of a bitch and listen."
Jack speaks for the group, "You see before you the board of directors of the Boy Power House Inc. From now on you work for us, as our business manager. Number one, you will sign the deed of this house over to the corporation. We've each already selected our own bedrooms. Number two, you will move into the apartment over the garage. That will be your only compensation for this job, so we suggest you keep your other job downtown. You'll need the money. Number three, you will set up a bank account for each one of us and deposit $3000 a month in each one. That's for our college fund. Oh, you don't think we're smart enough for college? Well, we all plan on going, Victor. You see, we're thinking about the future, and we know there will come a time when our talented asses won't be enough to get by in this world. So number four, you hire a tutor to teach us right. The board will get final say on all hirings. We also need a housekeeper to clean and do laundry, and a decent cook. We've all eaten your pancakes but we doubt you can cook anything else and growing boys need to eat a lot. Last, when Walsh, the other boy you're screwing, arrives tomorrow, if he wants to join us he gets the same privileges. If you behave yourself and do what you're told nobody else will see these DVDs and tapes."
Hump takes the floor. "Now Victor, we all think you're just a big pile of dog shit, and as Business Manager we will start calling you BM." Giggles around the room. "But we also agree that you gave one hell of a lay and we admit it felt kinda good, so if you're extra special nice you might even get to fuck one of us once in a while, for old times sake, but only when we want it."
.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.