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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,458
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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 34
©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 34
Date: Thursday, April 10, 2003, evening
Place: BPH
"OK, Goldberg, you asked to speak to the Board. We're all here. Including our newest board member, Mike. You work for him now also."
"Yes, Jack, thank you. Actually, Mike is the reason I wanted to have this meeting. The corporation has been in existence now almost two years."
"One year, seven months, twenty-five days. We keep track also, Goldberg. Hump, pass me the popcorn."
"Yes, Jack, thank you. Well, anyway, you boys, uh, men have been doing a superior job running this corporation. Your property holdings are well maintained. You've avoided any public scandals. Financially you're on an even keel."
"Well, it helps that we don't need to pay any of you guys."
"Shut up, Mark. They get paid good. Real good. Out of our own fuckin' assets." Washington stands up and pulls down his pants. "Kiss my fuckin' asset, Goldberg." Goldberg of course complies.
"Hey, Washington, you're supposed to do that in the fishbowl!" Washington pulls up his pants, takes a swig of his coke and sits down. "So what's your fuckin' point, Goldberg? Didn't you think we were capable of running this whorehouse?"
Goldberg takes out a linen handkerchief and wipes his lips. "My point is this, Gentlemen. When you had me draw up that contract, there were seven of you, and you had a clearly defined mission, to..."
"To make the son of a bitch pay."
"...yes, to make him finance your way through college. And next fall, Jack here is headed for Stanford." The board meeting erupts in hoots and whistles. "Yes, Jack, congratulations on your acceptance. You deserve it, young man. But, let me get back to my point. By accepting Mike here at BPH, your mission seems to have expanded. I spoke to Victor and..."
"BM, Goldberg! Call him BM!"
"Uh, yes, well, I spoke to uh, BM, and I can tell you he isn't very happy about this development."
"Tough shit, Goldberg. He's got no fuckin' right to be happy. He don't tell us what to do." The assembly begins to chant, BOYS RULE!
"OK, OK, I understand that, Men." Goldberg wipes his brow. "But, he wants to know, well, actually, I want to know, are you planning to bring in more members?"
Jack stands up. "OK, sit down, Goldberg. I got the floor now. Goldie has a point here. Mike, we're all glad you came. We don't care what BM wants. We want you here. We like you around. You belong here. I can tell Dean likes having you around, from the way he's letting you play with his little dick right now." Everybody laughs. "That's OK, Mike, no law against jerking off during board meetings. Kenny does it all the time! But now, guys, we have to decide if this is going to be board policy, to take in every sweet kid whose fuckin' brother brings him to our door. Mark, your hand is up."
"Well, I see the point. I mean we can't house a hundred pedo victims here. Maybe a dozen, fourteen tops, that's two in each bedroom, unless someone sleeps in the fishbowl."
Dean, "We can build more bedrooms."
Washington, "Jack's bedroom will be empty next year."
Jack, "Shit, man, as soon as I'm gone you give my room away?"
Mark, "It isn't just the number of rooms. Each boy means BM has to shell out more. A new college fund. More food. More clothes. More school supplies."
"So what!"
"Well, you know the story about the goose? The one that laid fuckin' golden eggs? We don't want to kill it. If BM decides he can't deal with it, and does something stupid, like turn himself in, or kills himself, or something, that's the end of BPH. I hate to say it, but we can't persecute him endlessly. When little Mike here goes off to college, BM'll be like 56, that's as old as Mrs. Bagshaw was when she died. He may not be able to function so good. He's still a venture capitalist, and still pretty fuckin' good I guess, but his mind can't be as sharp as it once was. A few bad investments and that's it. I think it's time to be compassionate but prudent."
Goldberg, "Mark, are you planning on a career in politics? OK, you guys have some thinking to do. You can call me in the morning and tell me what you want me to do. Goodnight, Men."
Walsh, "You did good, Goldberg. I'd give you a nice reward but I can't now. We guys gotta talk. I'll take a rain check. I'll let you know when you can cash it."
The boys batted the ideas around all evening. As they debated and considered and negotiated, Arnold kept their sugar levels fortified with plates of cookies, doughnuts and ice cream. In the end, they decided on a general policy but without any ironclad limits. If they hear of a boy who can benefit from this environment, they will offer him a home. But they won't seek such kids out, they'll try not to admit more than one boy a year, and they'll try to keep the maximum at twelve. "OK, all in favor?" Aye!
"Meeting adjourned. OK, let's have a good old circle jerk! Mike and Dean have already started."
"Then, let's make Nelson suck us all."
"I love the way this board works together!"
.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 34
Date: Thursday, April 10, 2003, evening
Place: BPH
"OK, Goldberg, you asked to speak to the Board. We're all here. Including our newest board member, Mike. You work for him now also."
"Yes, Jack, thank you. Actually, Mike is the reason I wanted to have this meeting. The corporation has been in existence now almost two years."
"One year, seven months, twenty-five days. We keep track also, Goldberg. Hump, pass me the popcorn."
"Yes, Jack, thank you. Well, anyway, you boys, uh, men have been doing a superior job running this corporation. Your property holdings are well maintained. You've avoided any public scandals. Financially you're on an even keel."
"Well, it helps that we don't need to pay any of you guys."
"Shut up, Mark. They get paid good. Real good. Out of our own fuckin' assets." Washington stands up and pulls down his pants. "Kiss my fuckin' asset, Goldberg." Goldberg of course complies.
"Hey, Washington, you're supposed to do that in the fishbowl!" Washington pulls up his pants, takes a swig of his coke and sits down. "So what's your fuckin' point, Goldberg? Didn't you think we were capable of running this whorehouse?"
Goldberg takes out a linen handkerchief and wipes his lips. "My point is this, Gentlemen. When you had me draw up that contract, there were seven of you, and you had a clearly defined mission, to..."
"To make the son of a bitch pay."
"...yes, to make him finance your way through college. And next fall, Jack here is headed for Stanford." The board meeting erupts in hoots and whistles. "Yes, Jack, congratulations on your acceptance. You deserve it, young man. But, let me get back to my point. By accepting Mike here at BPH, your mission seems to have expanded. I spoke to Victor and..."
"BM, Goldberg! Call him BM!"
"Uh, yes, well, I spoke to uh, BM, and I can tell you he isn't very happy about this development."
"Tough shit, Goldberg. He's got no fuckin' right to be happy. He don't tell us what to do." The assembly begins to chant, BOYS RULE!
"OK, OK, I understand that, Men." Goldberg wipes his brow. "But, he wants to know, well, actually, I want to know, are you planning to bring in more members?"
Jack stands up. "OK, sit down, Goldberg. I got the floor now. Goldie has a point here. Mike, we're all glad you came. We don't care what BM wants. We want you here. We like you around. You belong here. I can tell Dean likes having you around, from the way he's letting you play with his little dick right now." Everybody laughs. "That's OK, Mike, no law against jerking off during board meetings. Kenny does it all the time! But now, guys, we have to decide if this is going to be board policy, to take in every sweet kid whose fuckin' brother brings him to our door. Mark, your hand is up."
"Well, I see the point. I mean we can't house a hundred pedo victims here. Maybe a dozen, fourteen tops, that's two in each bedroom, unless someone sleeps in the fishbowl."
Dean, "We can build more bedrooms."
Washington, "Jack's bedroom will be empty next year."
Jack, "Shit, man, as soon as I'm gone you give my room away?"
Mark, "It isn't just the number of rooms. Each boy means BM has to shell out more. A new college fund. More food. More clothes. More school supplies."
"So what!"
"Well, you know the story about the goose? The one that laid fuckin' golden eggs? We don't want to kill it. If BM decides he can't deal with it, and does something stupid, like turn himself in, or kills himself, or something, that's the end of BPH. I hate to say it, but we can't persecute him endlessly. When little Mike here goes off to college, BM'll be like 56, that's as old as Mrs. Bagshaw was when she died. He may not be able to function so good. He's still a venture capitalist, and still pretty fuckin' good I guess, but his mind can't be as sharp as it once was. A few bad investments and that's it. I think it's time to be compassionate but prudent."
Goldberg, "Mark, are you planning on a career in politics? OK, you guys have some thinking to do. You can call me in the morning and tell me what you want me to do. Goodnight, Men."
Walsh, "You did good, Goldberg. I'd give you a nice reward but I can't now. We guys gotta talk. I'll take a rain check. I'll let you know when you can cash it."
The boys batted the ideas around all evening. As they debated and considered and negotiated, Arnold kept their sugar levels fortified with plates of cookies, doughnuts and ice cream. In the end, they decided on a general policy but without any ironclad limits. If they hear of a boy who can benefit from this environment, they will offer him a home. But they won't seek such kids out, they'll try not to admit more than one boy a year, and they'll try to keep the maximum at twelve. "OK, all in favor?" Aye!
"Meeting adjourned. OK, let's have a good old circle jerk! Mike and Dean have already started."
"Then, let's make Nelson suck us all."
"I love the way this board works together!"
.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.