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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,467
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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 43
©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 43
Date: Friday, August 4, 2006
Place: Dwyer Funeral Home. Patterson, NY
Nelson has to park the van on the grass, since the parking lot is full. The boys figure there must be another funeral going on besides Victor's. But inside, they discover all these people did indeed come to remember that peculiar man. They walk around and introduce themselves. There are people from his office, of course, and clients. And all the college boys came back. His old chauffeur is there. In the corner is Henry, believe it or not, blotting his eyes, standing with his present partner. Far away stands a man about thirty who says he used to clean Victor's pool.
"Hi, Dad. I'm glad you came."
"Hi, Walsh. I see you're all better now. Victor was a remarkable man. He sacrificed his life to save my son. I'll always remember that."
"There's someone else here who wants to meet you, Dad. Turn around."
"Hi, Michael." Arnold and his brother, reunited finally, hug each other.
Kenny delivers a beautiful eulogy, describing how Victor took each one of "us boys" off the streets, gave them a home, an education, and a new outlook on life. "We were his Sweethearts. I only wish we had told him more often how much we loved him. We're certainly going to miss you, Victor." To ease the tension in the room, he concluded, "You made some fuckin' good pancakes."
Date : Monday, August 7, 2006
Place: Goldberg's office
"Boys, Victor revised his will just last year when Brian and Jeremy arrived. I'll tell you what it says in a minute, but first he asked that you watch this DVD."
"Leave it to Victor, one last DVD!" "Yeah, BM sure did love looking at himself on TV, hehe." "Who's his costar this time?"
Goldberg turns on the machine and the boys see Victor made this one in his own little apartment. The camera must be a cheap model, the lighting is disastrous, the sound muffled. Not at all the quality his private studio could produce. "Hello, Jack, Hump, Mark, Washington, Kenny, Walsh, Dean, Brian, Greg, Mike, Jeremy, and little Rudy. If you're watching this, I must be dead. I wonder how I died. Whatever. Despite what you guys think of me, I just want you to know, I think of you all as my own boys. You are like sons to me, the only children I ever had, and therefore my only heirs. I am extremely proud of what you've become, what you've made of your lives. You may not believe this, but you've changed me also, and I thank you for that. I know now, when you go out into the world, you are each capable of achieving all your dreams, if you respect yourself and if you stick to the values you developed here, -- and if you wear some clothes, Rudy. Today, you are going to make a big decision that will effect the rest of your lives. I know you will do the right thing. Goodbye, my Sweethearts. I'll be counting the days."
Goldberg passed around a box of Kleenex. "Victor was only 51 when he died. I know you young ones think that's very old, but it's not really, and before the fire he was in excellent health. He carried a very substantial insurance policy. Between that and all his investments, his personal estate amounts to, -- well, I'll write the figure down." Goldberg hands the paper to Jack, who passes it on, each boy gasping as he reads the amount. "According to the terms of the will, he leaves his entire estate to your corporation, which brings us to the decision Victor alluded to. You can either dissolve the corporation, liquidate the estate and divide the proceeds..." (each boy quickly divides the figure mentally by twelve, using the trick Kennedy taught them) "...or you can set up an endowment for BPH in perpetuity and continue to provide a sanctuary for other abused boys. There would still be enough to see each of you through college and established in a career so you can independently provide for yourself using all your own God-given assets. Also, the endowment could pay all the staff a living wage, so none of them need to work under the threat of blackmail."
Kenny interrupted "If we can find any staff! We'll never be able to get people as good as the ones we lost." The other boys nodded.
"Actually, I've already spoken to Mr. Nelson, Dr. Maxwell, Mr. Kennedy, Mr. Wilson, and Mr. Benningham, er, Arnold. I wanted to let them know they didn't need to be at today's reading, which really didn't surprise them. However, each one said, in the hypothetical situation that BPH would continue somehow, he'd want to be part of it. I'm going to leave the room and let you boys discuss your decision in private."
Washington spoke first. "That's a hell of a lot of money. None of us would ever have to work again. We could live high on the hog for the rest of our lives. Big homes, fancy cars, yachts, travel the world and fuck every whore in every port. Sure sounds tempting."
Brian, "Yeah, but we can also have all that stuff if we want by earning it on our own. You older guys kept telling me to respect myself. I don't think I could do that if I just took the money and ran."
Greg, "The house needs an awful lot of work before it can reopen."
Walsh, with a grin, "Uh, I heard that Benningham Contractors is a pretty reliable firm. And I think they might give the project top priority. You can ask Arnold."
Mark, "We'll have to hire a new Business Manager."
Jack, "That was my major in college. If the rest of the board will have me, I'm willing to take the job. But on two conditions. Number one, I have to expand the apartment over the garage. It's way too fuckin' small. And number two, nobody can call me BM."
Rudy, while fidgeting with his unfamiliar pants, "Uh, if we pay these guys, and we don't make no more tapes, can we like still give them rewards if they do good?" The other boys have no objection. "Great! I want to reward Nelson's submissive ass."
Dean, "And I get first dibs on Wilson! Maybe we should soundproof all the bedrooms."
Hump, "Let's tell Goldberg the decision is unanimous then. BPH Forever! Boys Rule!"
.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 43
Date: Friday, August 4, 2006
Place: Dwyer Funeral Home. Patterson, NY
Nelson has to park the van on the grass, since the parking lot is full. The boys figure there must be another funeral going on besides Victor's. But inside, they discover all these people did indeed come to remember that peculiar man. They walk around and introduce themselves. There are people from his office, of course, and clients. And all the college boys came back. His old chauffeur is there. In the corner is Henry, believe it or not, blotting his eyes, standing with his present partner. Far away stands a man about thirty who says he used to clean Victor's pool.
"Hi, Dad. I'm glad you came."
"Hi, Walsh. I see you're all better now. Victor was a remarkable man. He sacrificed his life to save my son. I'll always remember that."
"There's someone else here who wants to meet you, Dad. Turn around."
"Hi, Michael." Arnold and his brother, reunited finally, hug each other.
Kenny delivers a beautiful eulogy, describing how Victor took each one of "us boys" off the streets, gave them a home, an education, and a new outlook on life. "We were his Sweethearts. I only wish we had told him more often how much we loved him. We're certainly going to miss you, Victor." To ease the tension in the room, he concluded, "You made some fuckin' good pancakes."
Date : Monday, August 7, 2006
Place: Goldberg's office
"Boys, Victor revised his will just last year when Brian and Jeremy arrived. I'll tell you what it says in a minute, but first he asked that you watch this DVD."
"Leave it to Victor, one last DVD!" "Yeah, BM sure did love looking at himself on TV, hehe." "Who's his costar this time?"
Goldberg turns on the machine and the boys see Victor made this one in his own little apartment. The camera must be a cheap model, the lighting is disastrous, the sound muffled. Not at all the quality his private studio could produce. "Hello, Jack, Hump, Mark, Washington, Kenny, Walsh, Dean, Brian, Greg, Mike, Jeremy, and little Rudy. If you're watching this, I must be dead. I wonder how I died. Whatever. Despite what you guys think of me, I just want you to know, I think of you all as my own boys. You are like sons to me, the only children I ever had, and therefore my only heirs. I am extremely proud of what you've become, what you've made of your lives. You may not believe this, but you've changed me also, and I thank you for that. I know now, when you go out into the world, you are each capable of achieving all your dreams, if you respect yourself and if you stick to the values you developed here, -- and if you wear some clothes, Rudy. Today, you are going to make a big decision that will effect the rest of your lives. I know you will do the right thing. Goodbye, my Sweethearts. I'll be counting the days."
Goldberg passed around a box of Kleenex. "Victor was only 51 when he died. I know you young ones think that's very old, but it's not really, and before the fire he was in excellent health. He carried a very substantial insurance policy. Between that and all his investments, his personal estate amounts to, -- well, I'll write the figure down." Goldberg hands the paper to Jack, who passes it on, each boy gasping as he reads the amount. "According to the terms of the will, he leaves his entire estate to your corporation, which brings us to the decision Victor alluded to. You can either dissolve the corporation, liquidate the estate and divide the proceeds..." (each boy quickly divides the figure mentally by twelve, using the trick Kennedy taught them) "...or you can set up an endowment for BPH in perpetuity and continue to provide a sanctuary for other abused boys. There would still be enough to see each of you through college and established in a career so you can independently provide for yourself using all your own God-given assets. Also, the endowment could pay all the staff a living wage, so none of them need to work under the threat of blackmail."
Kenny interrupted "If we can find any staff! We'll never be able to get people as good as the ones we lost." The other boys nodded.
"Actually, I've already spoken to Mr. Nelson, Dr. Maxwell, Mr. Kennedy, Mr. Wilson, and Mr. Benningham, er, Arnold. I wanted to let them know they didn't need to be at today's reading, which really didn't surprise them. However, each one said, in the hypothetical situation that BPH would continue somehow, he'd want to be part of it. I'm going to leave the room and let you boys discuss your decision in private."
Washington spoke first. "That's a hell of a lot of money. None of us would ever have to work again. We could live high on the hog for the rest of our lives. Big homes, fancy cars, yachts, travel the world and fuck every whore in every port. Sure sounds tempting."
Brian, "Yeah, but we can also have all that stuff if we want by earning it on our own. You older guys kept telling me to respect myself. I don't think I could do that if I just took the money and ran."
Greg, "The house needs an awful lot of work before it can reopen."
Walsh, with a grin, "Uh, I heard that Benningham Contractors is a pretty reliable firm. And I think they might give the project top priority. You can ask Arnold."
Mark, "We'll have to hire a new Business Manager."
Jack, "That was my major in college. If the rest of the board will have me, I'm willing to take the job. But on two conditions. Number one, I have to expand the apartment over the garage. It's way too fuckin' small. And number two, nobody can call me BM."
Rudy, while fidgeting with his unfamiliar pants, "Uh, if we pay these guys, and we don't make no more tapes, can we like still give them rewards if they do good?" The other boys have no objection. "Great! I want to reward Nelson's submissive ass."
Dean, "And I get first dibs on Wilson! Maybe we should soundproof all the bedrooms."
Hump, "Let's tell Goldberg the decision is unanimous then. BPH Forever! Boys Rule!"
.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.