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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,464
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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 40
©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 40
Date: November 12, 2004
Place: Milwaukee
At the airport, they check all their luggage and extra packages and manage to get through security. Nelson breathes a sigh of relief, and then dials a number on his cell phone, his old office manager at the PR firm. He trusts Gladys implicitly. She's glad to hear his voice after all these years. He explains he needs her to record something and personally deliver it to a Ms. Desmond before noon tomorrow. He gives her the address. Gladys presses the record button on her phone.
"Hello, Ms. Desmond. My name is Nelson, and my friend and I are taking care of your wonderful little boy. Rudy never has to work for Hamilton again. Here, he has something to say to you."
"Hi, Mommy. They're really nice men. They don't do none of the stuff the other men do to me. So you don't gotta worry about me. Now that Nelson is taking care of me, you can get treated, Mommy, for your diction. Please do that Mommy. And kiss Poochy for me."
Nelson takes the phone back. "Ms. Desmond, at four o'clock Hamilton is going to discover what happened, and we all know the shit is going to hit the fan. So I suggest you get into a treatment center right now. Your son needs you to be a real Mommy again."
Gladys stops recording and Nelson tells her to take any message Ms. Desmond gives her and send it to his new home in New York. But never let the mother or anyone else ever know the address. In the future, she may be ferrying other messages back and forth. Gladys agrees to do this for the boss who always treated her so well.
Arnold needs reassurance. "You think it was wise to give her our address like that?"
"I have complete faith in Gladys. She won't let us down. I just hope Rudy's mom is coherent enough to understand the situation."
"And that she believes the tape. After all, we could be forcing Rudy to say that."
"Nope, she'll believe me. She'll know you guys are ok."
"How can you be sure of that?"
"'Cause I used the secret word." Arnold and Nelson look at each other and shrug. "When I was real little, Mommy heard that people sometimes kidnap little kids by saying their Mommy sent them to get them. So, Mommy gave me a secret word. And if someone said that word to me, then I would know Mommy really did send them, and they was good guys. No one else knows our secret word."
"Rudy, I said it before. You are fuckin' smart!"
Date : Sunday, August 29, 2005
Place: Figs Restaurant, LaGuardia Airport, New York City
"You look happy, Mommy." Rudy talks with his mouth full of hamburger.
"I am happy, Son. It is so good to look at you so healthy, so happy, so big. Happy birthday again, Rudy." She nibbles at her salad and turns to the third person at the table. "Thank you, Mr. Nelson, for flying me here for my son's big day. And for convincing the clinic to give me a 24-hour pass."
"It's what Rudy wanted, Ms. Desmond. He is so happy you stuck with the program. He's very proud of you."
"Mommy's Drug-free, nine months, seventeen days now. But every day is a new challenge. Seeing you, Rudy, gives me new inspiration. My, my, nine years old. You're a big boy. You look so fine in your new clothes. I know they're new. I can tell you never wore them before. I wanted to sew you some new shirts for your birthday, but of course I didn't know your size."
"That's OK, Mommy, I got all the clothes I need." He winks at Nelson. For now it's best Mommy doesn't know that Rudy has become a nudist. He thinks Nelson must be grateful he has less laundry to do, but the birthday boy doesn't realize Nelson goes around all day with a bottle of disinfectant spritzing any chair, couch, stool, or countertop where Rudy might have momentarily parked his behind. "Anyway, I love the books you gave me. And the picture of you, too. I'm going to put that on the table by my bed, so I can kiss you every night."
Ms. Desmond is trying not to cry. "Maybe, next time I'll have time to see your new house. It sounds like a wonderful boarding school, Mr. Nelson. Rudy is so lucky." Nelson nods. Three waiters bring out a cake with nine candles, and start singing "Happy Birthday." Nelson is thinking, "Yes, Rudy is lucky, all the other boys at BPH are lucky, and I am so fuckin' lucky they allow me to be their slave."
.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 40
Date: November 12, 2004
Place: Milwaukee
At the airport, they check all their luggage and extra packages and manage to get through security. Nelson breathes a sigh of relief, and then dials a number on his cell phone, his old office manager at the PR firm. He trusts Gladys implicitly. She's glad to hear his voice after all these years. He explains he needs her to record something and personally deliver it to a Ms. Desmond before noon tomorrow. He gives her the address. Gladys presses the record button on her phone.
"Hello, Ms. Desmond. My name is Nelson, and my friend and I are taking care of your wonderful little boy. Rudy never has to work for Hamilton again. Here, he has something to say to you."
"Hi, Mommy. They're really nice men. They don't do none of the stuff the other men do to me. So you don't gotta worry about me. Now that Nelson is taking care of me, you can get treated, Mommy, for your diction. Please do that Mommy. And kiss Poochy for me."
Nelson takes the phone back. "Ms. Desmond, at four o'clock Hamilton is going to discover what happened, and we all know the shit is going to hit the fan. So I suggest you get into a treatment center right now. Your son needs you to be a real Mommy again."
Gladys stops recording and Nelson tells her to take any message Ms. Desmond gives her and send it to his new home in New York. But never let the mother or anyone else ever know the address. In the future, she may be ferrying other messages back and forth. Gladys agrees to do this for the boss who always treated her so well.
Arnold needs reassurance. "You think it was wise to give her our address like that?"
"I have complete faith in Gladys. She won't let us down. I just hope Rudy's mom is coherent enough to understand the situation."
"And that she believes the tape. After all, we could be forcing Rudy to say that."
"Nope, she'll believe me. She'll know you guys are ok."
"How can you be sure of that?"
"'Cause I used the secret word." Arnold and Nelson look at each other and shrug. "When I was real little, Mommy heard that people sometimes kidnap little kids by saying their Mommy sent them to get them. So, Mommy gave me a secret word. And if someone said that word to me, then I would know Mommy really did send them, and they was good guys. No one else knows our secret word."
"Rudy, I said it before. You are fuckin' smart!"
Date : Sunday, August 29, 2005
Place: Figs Restaurant, LaGuardia Airport, New York City
"You look happy, Mommy." Rudy talks with his mouth full of hamburger.
"I am happy, Son. It is so good to look at you so healthy, so happy, so big. Happy birthday again, Rudy." She nibbles at her salad and turns to the third person at the table. "Thank you, Mr. Nelson, for flying me here for my son's big day. And for convincing the clinic to give me a 24-hour pass."
"It's what Rudy wanted, Ms. Desmond. He is so happy you stuck with the program. He's very proud of you."
"Mommy's Drug-free, nine months, seventeen days now. But every day is a new challenge. Seeing you, Rudy, gives me new inspiration. My, my, nine years old. You're a big boy. You look so fine in your new clothes. I know they're new. I can tell you never wore them before. I wanted to sew you some new shirts for your birthday, but of course I didn't know your size."
"That's OK, Mommy, I got all the clothes I need." He winks at Nelson. For now it's best Mommy doesn't know that Rudy has become a nudist. He thinks Nelson must be grateful he has less laundry to do, but the birthday boy doesn't realize Nelson goes around all day with a bottle of disinfectant spritzing any chair, couch, stool, or countertop where Rudy might have momentarily parked his behind. "Anyway, I love the books you gave me. And the picture of you, too. I'm going to put that on the table by my bed, so I can kiss you every night."
Ms. Desmond is trying not to cry. "Maybe, next time I'll have time to see your new house. It sounds like a wonderful boarding school, Mr. Nelson. Rudy is so lucky." Nelson nods. Three waiters bring out a cake with nine candles, and start singing "Happy Birthday." Nelson is thinking, "Yes, Rudy is lucky, all the other boys at BPH are lucky, and I am so fuckin' lucky they allow me to be their slave."
.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.