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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,447
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 23 Start of Part III
©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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Part III
Chapter 23
Date: September-November, 2001
Place: BPH
The next few weeks for Walsh are like heaven. But the boys make them a living hell for Victor. They keep adding new demands. His suppliers fill the larder with an assortment of foods, and the seven boys empty it just as quickly.
Each boy hangs over Victor's shoulder as he orders complete wardrobes of new clothes online. "No, I hate that color. That's a nerdy style." Happy to have the rags on their backs a few weeks ago, the boys are suddenly fashion connoisseurs.
Mrs. Bagshaw is at first delighted when Victor asks her to come in five days a week. She is gratified that the beautiful big house is once more buzzing with activity. She is also pleased with the generous wages she is now given. She laughs as she tries to go about her duties while seven rambunctious boys fly through the rooms. She knows it is not her place to question why all these lads have suddenly invaded Victor's home, nor why he has taken refuge in the cramped chauffeur's quarters. Not that she really has much time to think about such things. These residents are nothing like the fastidious Henry, and there's constant vacuuming, dusting, and mopping; making up seven beds every morning; cleaning nine bathrooms for boys who see no need to perfect their aim. Then there's the laundry! It seems there is always a mountain of clothes waiting.
On November 17, Walsh runs by the laundry room and finds her lying on the floor. At the emergency room, it is diagnosed as a massive heart attack. Even though the boys send her dozens of handwritten get-well cards and pictures, and Victor brings her flowers every day, she only holds on for two weeks before dying at age 56.
Now a succession of housekeepers is hired in a desperate attempt to find a second Mrs. Bagshaw. Most last only one or two days before they storm out, often screaming. They can't keep up with all the laundry, all the unmade beds, all the filthy bathrooms, all the muddy footprints.
Nor can a cook be found to satisfy the discriminating palates of these lads, many of whom used to eat out of dumpsters.
Then there are the constant repairs. Now that they own the home, the boys want to protect their investment and think every broken banister rail, fuzzy TV set, dripping toilet bowl, or cracked cue stick, should be repaired immediately. As hard as Victor pleads, plumbers and repairmen always seem to need at least two weeks' notice. Outside, the boys also want the landscaping trimmed, the tennis court groomed, the pool cleaned.
Victor realizes what he's gotten himself into and wonders if there's any way he can get them off his back. But, there's nothing he can do about it. The evidence against him is enough to send him to prison for several lifetimes. And he's heard how child predators are treated by other inmates. Of course, he is already a prisoner, living in his tiny cell over the garage and taking orders from seven unreasonable wardens.
However, there are rare moments that make his new position tolerable, occasions when the boys seem to actually be satisfied with something he does. For instance, when each one wants his bedroom a different color, Victor hires painters who cater to their color choices. One by one, as each room is completed, its occupant orders Victor to the fishbowl where he is rewarded with a young piece of ass, duly recorded on three cameras.
The most difficult task for Victor right now is hiring the tutor. Many applicants answer his ad, but most never make it past the first interview, where they are grilled by all the students. A few prospects are hired conditionally, but never last more than a week. "Look," Jack explains to Victor, trying to be patient. "We're not stupid. If we don't learn, it's not our fault. It's the tutor. So if we don't get something, they gotta make damn sure they find a better way to teach us." Victor keeps placing the Personal Tutor ad in the papers.
.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.
Part III
Chapter 23
Date: September-November, 2001
Place: BPH
The next few weeks for Walsh are like heaven. But the boys make them a living hell for Victor. They keep adding new demands. His suppliers fill the larder with an assortment of foods, and the seven boys empty it just as quickly.
Each boy hangs over Victor's shoulder as he orders complete wardrobes of new clothes online. "No, I hate that color. That's a nerdy style." Happy to have the rags on their backs a few weeks ago, the boys are suddenly fashion connoisseurs.
Mrs. Bagshaw is at first delighted when Victor asks her to come in five days a week. She is gratified that the beautiful big house is once more buzzing with activity. She is also pleased with the generous wages she is now given. She laughs as she tries to go about her duties while seven rambunctious boys fly through the rooms. She knows it is not her place to question why all these lads have suddenly invaded Victor's home, nor why he has taken refuge in the cramped chauffeur's quarters. Not that she really has much time to think about such things. These residents are nothing like the fastidious Henry, and there's constant vacuuming, dusting, and mopping; making up seven beds every morning; cleaning nine bathrooms for boys who see no need to perfect their aim. Then there's the laundry! It seems there is always a mountain of clothes waiting.
On November 17, Walsh runs by the laundry room and finds her lying on the floor. At the emergency room, it is diagnosed as a massive heart attack. Even though the boys send her dozens of handwritten get-well cards and pictures, and Victor brings her flowers every day, she only holds on for two weeks before dying at age 56.
Now a succession of housekeepers is hired in a desperate attempt to find a second Mrs. Bagshaw. Most last only one or two days before they storm out, often screaming. They can't keep up with all the laundry, all the unmade beds, all the filthy bathrooms, all the muddy footprints.
Nor can a cook be found to satisfy the discriminating palates of these lads, many of whom used to eat out of dumpsters.
Then there are the constant repairs. Now that they own the home, the boys want to protect their investment and think every broken banister rail, fuzzy TV set, dripping toilet bowl, or cracked cue stick, should be repaired immediately. As hard as Victor pleads, plumbers and repairmen always seem to need at least two weeks' notice. Outside, the boys also want the landscaping trimmed, the tennis court groomed, the pool cleaned.
Victor realizes what he's gotten himself into and wonders if there's any way he can get them off his back. But, there's nothing he can do about it. The evidence against him is enough to send him to prison for several lifetimes. And he's heard how child predators are treated by other inmates. Of course, he is already a prisoner, living in his tiny cell over the garage and taking orders from seven unreasonable wardens.
However, there are rare moments that make his new position tolerable, occasions when the boys seem to actually be satisfied with something he does. For instance, when each one wants his bedroom a different color, Victor hires painters who cater to their color choices. One by one, as each room is completed, its occupant orders Victor to the fishbowl where he is rewarded with a young piece of ass, duly recorded on three cameras.
The most difficult task for Victor right now is hiring the tutor. Many applicants answer his ad, but most never make it past the first interview, where they are grilled by all the students. A few prospects are hired conditionally, but never last more than a week. "Look," Jack explains to Victor, trying to be patient. "We're not stupid. If we don't learn, it's not our fault. It's the tutor. So if we don't get something, they gotta make damn sure they find a better way to teach us." Victor keeps placing the Personal Tutor ad in the papers.
.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.