DISCHARGING THE TRUST
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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David Patterson was deep in the latest schedule from the NewMedVet Corporation when his intercom buzzed. It startled him only in that it was just after five o'clock, the office was closed as of two minutes ago and he shouldn't have been disturbed; indeed, he shouldn't have a secretary at his front desk at all! He answered it a bit kinder for that reason, she must have stayed behind to take a call for him. "Yes, Mavis?"
"Mr. Turner is here to see you, sir."
"Jacob Turner?" David asked hopefully. He had two clients with the last name of Turner, and the other one....
"No, sir, Mr. Kelly Turner." Mavis went on. "He says that he must speak with you immediately, sir." And then a change in her tone that he recognized, she had covered the phone receiver and her mouth with her hand so she could lower her voice and not be overheard by Mr. Turner. "Shall I call security for you, sir, before I leave?"
"No need." David sighed. "I shall see him at once. And good night, Mavis."
"Good night, sir." Mavis ended the call and the door to David's office was opened by her soon after, and through it walked Kelly Turner.
A more unlikely business associate would be hard to visualize. Kelly Turner was the beneficiary of a trust which David's firm (Patterson, Mattingly and Elber, David was the son of the name partner) was the trustee. There was some five million dollars in the trust, to be paid to Mr. Turner on a monthly basis for the rest of his life. His father hadn't trusted his only son to manage his funds sensibly, and David didn't blame the former Mr. Turner one bit.
Kelly's hair (spiked up at various angles that may be the result of it never being combed) was dyed an odd color of green that bore no relation to the shades of natural human hair, and earrings adorned not only his left ear (three there, and two more on his right, the right's were on the upper part of the lobe), but also his right nostril, left eyebrow and lower lip. The clothing consisted of a battered white tanktop overdue for the laundry and a faded pair of orange jeans over grungy white sneakers. The tanktop showed how he must spend many of his too-idle days, for they bulged well in excess of what even a physically active job would give him. David's eyes lingered on those muscles and he licked his lips as he had a momentary flash of fantasy, kissing those globular biceps and licking the sweat from that hairy armpit, the hairs sticking their tips out showing that Kelly's natural hair color was a dark brown, God, to lick that manly sweat. Kelly's face would have been handsome in a little-boy-grown-up sort of way, if not for the sneer that twisted the lips and eyebrows out of balance and tilted them toward each other on the right. It didn't make him look fearsome, it made him look petulant, spoiled-child-like.
David stood and made a formal greeting and offered his hand, though it felt like he was playing a part in a play, rather than engaging in a normal business meeting. "And what can I do for you today, Mr. Turner?" he concluded.
Kelly had been waiting with a visible impatience. "Yeah, I need some money out of my account." he said without any further preamble. "About two thousand ought to do it. And I need my monthly payments to be increased that much."
David expected this to be the reason for the disreputable scion's visit. "And I must regretfully decline." he said. "The terms of your father's trust are quite explicit and irrevocable."
"The hell you say!" Kelly snarled. "Listen, that's my money, and you need to write me out a check for it right fucking now! Otherwise, you're fired and so is your Goddamned business! You hear me?"
"I understand." David bit back his anger. "And now let me explain this to you. The trust was not drawn up between yourself and Patterson, Mattingly and Elber, it was drawn up between your father and this firm. You are merely the beneficiary for whose benefit the trust was established. And the terms of the trust spell out exactly how much to give you and when to give it to you. I have to discharge the terms of the trust."
"And I've read that fucking trust agreement!" Kelly said, and actually leaned over David's desk, resting his hands on the clear, smudge-free glass top, which annoyed David more than his rude manner. "It says that the payments can be adjusted at the trustee's discretion to accommodate special needs or emergencies."
"I haven't heard anything so far to make me feel this is an emergency."
"I need the fucking money, that's all you need to hear. It's my money and I fucking want it!"
"Impossible." David shook his head.
"At the trustee's discretion!" Kelly said and leaned further forward. "That means you can give it to me and I want it fucking right now!" And his hand reached up and grabbed David by his tie and yanked him forward.
"Your father trusts my discretion, he does not trust yours." David said, losing his own temper at the manhandling. "I can modify the terms of the trust if needed, but that decision rests solely with me, as I understand your father's wishes."
"So I gotta convince you to fucking change your mind?" Kelly growled. "I can do that. I know what you want. I know exactly what you want."
And David was yanked forward so that he sprawled on the desk, lifted himself up on his hands and was face-to-face with this young intruder.
Who promptly kissed him.
It wasn't the least bit gentle, the kiss. It was a hard, harsh, unforgiving kiss of domination and power. He was declaring his contempt for David even as his lips meshed with David's and drove them against David's teeth painfully.
And the hand on David's tie, which had never been released, was yanked again and papers on David's desk went every which way. Dear God, and the entire suite would be deserted by now! As the firm's sole non-partner executive, he found that he, and he alone, worked after hours with any regularity. And his suite owned the entire floor of his building (save for the office across the way, which was all computer banks and electronic switching stations), and he could yell all he wanted, and nobody, nobody at all, could hear him. He should have let Mavis call for security, have them wait outside until this young man had left!
Kelly yanked him around on the sleek, slippery glass until he was laid out on it lengthwise, the overlarge desk (a present from his father upon his joining the firm) held his entire body from head to foot with room to spare. And Kelly kissed him again, harder, and his other hand cupped David's crotch aggressively, squeezing his privates hard enough to make him wince.
To his mortification, David found the pain converted itself, as it coursed through his prong and testicles, into pleasure. He felt his cock hardening, felt Kelly's hand feel that, Kelly released his lips and grinned evilly down at him, and David could only groan.
"Yeah, I know what you want. I'll get you to give me that money. You'll give it to me and grin all the time you're doing it! Fucker!" And he kissed David again and his hand fondled David's genitals hard, mauling them as his cock stiffened to full measure.
Kelly grabbed David's body with both hands and turned him another quarter turn, now his legs were on either side of Kelly, suspended in mid-air, everything from just above his knees still on the desk, his head supported now only by his neck. David craned his head to vertical and looked as Kelly's hands undid his belt, his fly unclasped and unzipped, and then Kelly was skinning both pants and briefs down his legs. David saw his own legs, pale and hairy, as Kelly slid his clothes all the way off, over his shoes, one of which fell off but the other stayed on, and now he was bare from waist to ankles, one shoe and one sock.
His cock was hard as a rock, he saw, and Kelly looked at it and said, "Yeah, look at you, a fucking male whore is all you are. I throw a good hard fuck into you and you'll write me out a check, sure you will. Yeah."
David felt paralyzed here, watching his hard, cruel young man taking him like so much raw, red meat, the way a bird is paralyzed by the snake, or the mouse by the cat, unable to move or resist the fate that awaited within the fang-filled jaws. But his nemesis lurked instead inside those faded blue pants that Kelly was now unbuttoning and reaching into as his perpetual smirk grew into a leer.
And David saw the large prong that this young man boasted, and he had to moan. Oh, God, the kid was huge! "Oh, oh, no, oh, no, no!" But that was only a whisper, unconvincing even to his own ears.
"Don't worry, I get it in you and you'll love it." Kelly told him. "You'll love it so much, you may add another thousand on the check just in gratitude!" His hands hauled David's legs upward and his entire body slid toward the gritty-looking punk, this unworthy beneficiary of a most worthy estate! So unfair was life, to let this one sit about idle and cared for all his life!
"I can't...I can't betray my fiduciary duty!" groaned David as Kelly spat noisily into his palm and rubbed it on the obscene bulb that was his glans. "Your father trusts me to administer his estate for your best interests and..... Ah, ahhhh, ahhh-hahhhh!"
"Yeah, that's got the head in." Kelly advised him. "What do you say now? You going to write me that check?"
"I...I can't do that." David babbled. "Not until the next amount is due, and that isn't.... Ah, hah-GAH-AHHHHHH!"
"Ah, damn, man, you're so fucking tight! I'm picking your Goddamned cherry, aren't I? First hard cock you ever taken, is it?"
"Ahhh-ahhh, yes!" David gasped. "Agh-OOGH!"
"Oh, shit, I'm going to love fucking this tight butt!" Kelly grumbled at him. "You're so fucking hot, Mr. Businessman, sprawled on your fucking ledgers and shit, with my cock up your bare, hairy ass!" Kelly hoisted David's legs up higher and he rammed that hard, thick, long prong all the way inside. David felt Kelly's hips slam against his buttocks and he groaned. It felt like he'd just had a fist stuck in him instead of a cock.
And then Kelly began to hump at him and David moaned. Oh, God, he was this little punk's bitch-boy! His Italian silk suit, his Armani tie, his three-hundred-dollar pair of shoes, and he was lying on his back on his desk with a youth barely in his twenties on top of him, ramming a hard dong up his butt like he was a two-dollar whore! And worst of all...his cock was throbbing so hard, it felt like he was going to explode!
"Oh, ah, uh, huh, uh!" He grunted as Kelly's thrusts increased and shook his entire body. He was sliding back and forth on the desktop glass as the young stud fucking him growled atop him.
David couldn't stand it any longer, he grabbed his cock and began to pump on it hard and fast!
"Yeah, you're going to write me that check, aren't you, you bastard?" Kelly panted as he humped David even faster.
"Yes, yes, oh, yes, yes!" David breathed as his passion grew in him.
"That's a good little ass-fuck, write me that check, write it now!"
"Yes, yes, OH-OH-GAH-UHH-UH-GUHHHHHHH-HUNKKKHHHH!" David's cock exploded all over the two of them.
"Goddamn you, you fucking bastard!" Kelly snarled as David peppered him with his jizz. "You're fucking creaming on me, you shithead, I oughta beat the fucking crap out of you, you lousy....ah-gah!" Kelly's face took on an aura of surprise, a ludicrous change for his normally aggressive expression. "Shit, I'm coming! AH-GAHH-UH-GUHHH-HUHHH!"
"Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me!" David gabbled in his ebbing ecstasy, lost to all sense of propriety or honor or even common sense, he just wanted to be fucked, over and over and over!
"Ah-huh, ah-huh, ah-huh!" Kelly panted as his orgasm flailed on at him, and then released him into a semi-soggy mass of maleness that barely kept its feet. He lay his muscled, filthy, spunk-splattered tanktop on David's chest and looked into David's eyes. "Ah-hah-hah, ah-ahhhhh! Now get your ass up and write me that fucking check. I need two thousand dollars and I need it right now!"
And David answered, in a flash of inspiration. "I can arrange that."
And he was smiling as he wrote out the check. All he'd have to do now is wait.
Kelly was back at his office a week later in the middle of the day, clutching the letter David had had Mavis type and send out three days before. "What the fuck is this shit?" he demanded before David could even say a word. "I'm supposed to get ten thousand on the first of each month and this tells me it's going to be two thousand a week?"
"You wanted two thousand dollars right away." David informed him. "This is how I was able to get it for you, by changing the terms of the payout from monthly to weekly. It's in my discretion." he added maliciously.
"And what's this shit about me coming by to pick up the check each week, in person?"
"Also in my discretion as trustee, I can change the terms of the trust as needed." David said. "Your check will be ready each Friday at five o'clock exactly. Which is when I will give it to you." He paused, then added, "Afterwards, that is."
"Afterward? After what, you.... Ah, shit!" Kelly looked dumbfounded. He was really quite handsome when he got that look on his face.
"Exactly." David smiled. "Your father wanted me to keep an eye on you, after all, it's why he made me the trustee for you instead of my father or the firm itself. Show yourself dependable and willing to behave as required, and we can see about increasing your payout."
"Oh, I'll show you, all right! I'll show you damned well! You think I fucked you hard last time, wait'll next time! You're going to fucking scream like a stuck pig on a hot spit!"
"Today is Friday. Come back at five o'clock and we'll see how well you do." David answered calmly.
Kelly turned and stormed noisily out his door. No matter. He'd be back at five. After all, if he didn't, he wouldn't get his money.
David settled back into his desk, humming as he opened his next folder. The duties of a trustee were varied and often burdensome, but Kelly Turner's father had trusted him to discharge them well.
And in this case, he was looking forward to the discharges!
THE END
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