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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
43
Views:
3,431
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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 9
©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 9
Date: Saturday. August 27, 1994
Place: Victor's home, Patterson, NY
"What the hell is this tiny thing?" Victor is fiddling with a round object, half as big as a golf ball, with a tiny glass hole.
"Ah, Sir, the latest in optical recording surveillance."
"You mean a camera."
"Not just a camera, Sir. The XF-47 can covertly monitor suspicious activity in every room of your valuable estate here, yielding a high-resolution video image of what happens in your absence. You've certainly read about the robberies in this area. In broad daylight. While the owners are away. And potential threats come not only from strangers, Sir. Have you a housekeeper? Of course you do. Trustworthy help is so hard to find these days. Do you want absolute assurance that this person is not invading your privacy in your absence? Going through your bedside table? Your dressers?"
Victor allows the salesman to malign the integrity of loyal Mrs. Bagshaw. His mind is not thinking of her reputation. In his venture capitalist's crystal ball he sees untapped potential for the XF-47. As he peppers the man with a string of questions, Mr. Security is beginning to see dollar signs. Finally, a sale.
How does it start recording? "We install a motion sensor in each room. Wherever someone is moving, the camera there will turn on."
Where's the tape? "Cables buried in your wall will carry each image to a standard VHS recorder. It can be located up to 150 feet away. On a separate floor even. In a locked closet."
And the quality? "Look at these sample images. We have custom recorders with enlarging capabilities that yield crystal clear close-ups. You'll be able to map every varicose vein on her legs, haha." Victor is getting excited, although he has different veins in mind.
Is there sound too? "Excellent idea, Sir. Catch the burglars' conversations. Hear them identify each other. Yes, we can install undetectable microphones throughout the house."
Victor signs a contract to have one room bugged, the bedroom. Mr. Security makes a note to stress the housekeeper suspicions on his next sales pitch. He puts a Rush on this installation.
Date: Thursday, September 1, 1994
Mrs. Bagshaw is startled to see Victor still home when she arrives to clean. In his bathrobe, he smiles at her, says he won't get in her way, that he'll be in his office studying a new film he's acquired. She sees no more of him, as over and over he watches himself and Antonio in bed the night before. He plays with the close-up control. He plays with the audio. He plays with his cock. For him, today is Christmas morning.
Date: Thursday, November 17, 1994
Victor tearfully tells Antonio, now 14, his wife will no longer be going out on Wednesdays. "Goodbye, Sweetheart. I'll always remember the joy you brought me." After the boy leaves, Victor watches the film he made on Monday night, costarring twelve-year old Philip. He is already planning further video equipment purchases. By the end of the year, he has reduced Mrs. Bagshaw's hours to one morning a month, but continues to pay her for four.
.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 9
Date: Saturday. August 27, 1994
Place: Victor's home, Patterson, NY
"What the hell is this tiny thing?" Victor is fiddling with a round object, half as big as a golf ball, with a tiny glass hole.
"Ah, Sir, the latest in optical recording surveillance."
"You mean a camera."
"Not just a camera, Sir. The XF-47 can covertly monitor suspicious activity in every room of your valuable estate here, yielding a high-resolution video image of what happens in your absence. You've certainly read about the robberies in this area. In broad daylight. While the owners are away. And potential threats come not only from strangers, Sir. Have you a housekeeper? Of course you do. Trustworthy help is so hard to find these days. Do you want absolute assurance that this person is not invading your privacy in your absence? Going through your bedside table? Your dressers?"
Victor allows the salesman to malign the integrity of loyal Mrs. Bagshaw. His mind is not thinking of her reputation. In his venture capitalist's crystal ball he sees untapped potential for the XF-47. As he peppers the man with a string of questions, Mr. Security is beginning to see dollar signs. Finally, a sale.
How does it start recording? "We install a motion sensor in each room. Wherever someone is moving, the camera there will turn on."
Where's the tape? "Cables buried in your wall will carry each image to a standard VHS recorder. It can be located up to 150 feet away. On a separate floor even. In a locked closet."
And the quality? "Look at these sample images. We have custom recorders with enlarging capabilities that yield crystal clear close-ups. You'll be able to map every varicose vein on her legs, haha." Victor is getting excited, although he has different veins in mind.
Is there sound too? "Excellent idea, Sir. Catch the burglars' conversations. Hear them identify each other. Yes, we can install undetectable microphones throughout the house."
Victor signs a contract to have one room bugged, the bedroom. Mr. Security makes a note to stress the housekeeper suspicions on his next sales pitch. He puts a Rush on this installation.
Date: Thursday, September 1, 1994
Mrs. Bagshaw is startled to see Victor still home when she arrives to clean. In his bathrobe, he smiles at her, says he won't get in her way, that he'll be in his office studying a new film he's acquired. She sees no more of him, as over and over he watches himself and Antonio in bed the night before. He plays with the close-up control. He plays with the audio. He plays with his cock. For him, today is Christmas morning.
Date: Thursday, November 17, 1994
Victor tearfully tells Antonio, now 14, his wife will no longer be going out on Wednesdays. "Goodbye, Sweetheart. I'll always remember the joy you brought me." After the boy leaves, Victor watches the film he made on Monday night, costarring twelve-year old Philip. He is already planning further video equipment purchases. By the end of the year, he has reduced Mrs. Bagshaw's hours to one morning a month, but continues to pay her for four.
.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.