Samurai Inc

Subject:"Samurai Inc. 10" t/t, m/b m/t oral, anal

Samurai Inc. 10 By David (DAG1064@aol.com)

Author's Note: This chapters guest stars are the two boys named John and Carlos, who appeared in various newsgroups dedicated to boys. They very quickly became famous in certain circles, their pictures delighting people. I will state this for the record: I DO NOT KNOW THEM, I DON'T KNOW IF THEY ARE GAY, I DON'T KNOW WHERE THEY CAN BE FOUND SO DON'T ASK. This chapter and the next one (Samurai Inc. 11) will take place in a fictional city, somewhere in South America. If they read this, I hope they enjoy it. The characters [ ] indicate thought speak. On with the show!

Samurai Inc. 10

"John and Carlos"

Shiro leaned back in his chair and rubbed his red eyes. He'd been working on the computer for days trying to get a lead on John and Carlos. He'd adopted his Grandfather Hejiro Onashi identity with the elderly rich man's blessing. His mother's father had semi-retired from the export business he still owned.

He reviewed the computer print out. It was an invitation to the Kitten Club in Rio de Janeiro. If this was the shoe in the door he hoped it was they were well on their way to finding them. Shiro stood and stretched groaning. He was exhausted. He shut down the computer and stumbled into the great room. He sat down on the couch and sighed. Sammo and Danny walked in at that moment, seeing Shiro on the couch.

"Guys, we now have a vital clue to their possible whereabouts," Shiro said, showing them the invitation to the Kitten Club. Danny took it and read it, and then passed it onto Sammo.

"Why this lead?" Danny said.

"Up to know all anybody has offered were 'undiscovered' pictures of the boys. This is the closest I've gotten to an invitation to meet them. Plus the tone is right for inviting an old Japanese man."

"Okay, we start planning the mission," Danny said, reaching for a legal pad.

"What kind of funding are we getting on this one?" Sammo asked.

"Big Sol from Peckertown AZ, the triplet's uncle sent a big down payment for the job, but it's not going to be enough," Shiro said.

"So what do we do when we need more cash?" Sammo asked. Danny grinned. "Knock over a bank."

"Not a good idea. This is to be a very low-key job. The basic idea is that I go in as Onashi, make contact with these guys, hope they lead me to John and Carlos so I can talk to them. If, and only if, they want to leave will the whole team move in to help them get out. If they decide they like being there better than Peckertown we're not going to force them against their will," Shiro stated as he sipped some green tea.

Danny and Sammo nodded agreement. Danny knew from prior experience that sometimes the people he rescued often exchanged one prison for another, even though they were in a free country. He didn't want that to happen here.

"Okay, we fly this one on an acquire when needed basis. We can take the gear that we know can get through customs with no problems. Shiro or rather, Onashi makes his appearance at the hotel the next day and we go from there," Danny suggested. Shiro and Sammo nodded at the suggestion.

"Has anyone contacted Dad yet?" Shiro asked.

"I'll do that. In the meantime, I suggest you get some sleep. You look like hell," Sammo said.

Shiro stood and stretched. "Okay. I do need it, been at that thing for the last twenty-four hours. See ya later, lover."

Shiro smiled as he went up the stairs.

Neil and I were naked in our LA hotel relaxing in the Jacuzzi when the cell rang.

"Green Acres Stud Service," I answered.

"Trudy's Gelding Service," Shiro's voice came back. I quickly closed my legs, protecting my gear.

"You can uncross them skinny bird legs, we only do studs ten inches and larger," Shiro laughed.

"Oh ha ha," I replied sarcastically. "I take it you're in the lobby?"

"Yup, along with twiddle de and twiddle dum," Shiro said.

"Oh, fuck you," was heard in the background.

"Well come on up, ya bozos. They don't want you guys to start grazing on the ferns down there," I cracked.

There was laughter in the background as Shiro passed on the message.

"Be right up, oh great dickless wonder," Danny said into the cell.

Neil looked at the expression on my face. "So whatcha got in mind for them?"

I felt a slight tickle in the back of my head. "God, Shiro was right. You do have a dirty mind, Dad!"

I sighed as Neil howled at my expression. Little whippersnapper. Lord have mercy. They knocked on the door moments later, and Neil opened the door with his telekinetic powers. They walked in and set their luggage on the floor of the penthouse I had gotten.

"Where are you guys?" Sammo called as Shiro immediately set up his ops laptop.

"In here," I called out.

Sammo and Danny walked into the bathroom and found us in the huge Jacuzzi.

"Way cool, boss man," Danny grinned.

Sammo didn't waste time. He stripped down quickly and got in. He closed his eyes as he sighed. Danny was next.

"Lord have mercy, this feels good after a flight," Danny sighed.

"I take it the flight was no problem?" I asked.

"Didn't bring gear, if that's what you're asking. Didn't want to tempt the fates with the way security is now," Danny stated.

I nodded. South America customs might be a bit difficult to deal with at times, especially if you try to bring weapons into their country. So we'd have to find a way to assemble weapons there. Not to mention other sundry materials we might need. Shiro came into the bathroom and got into the bathtub after stripping down. Neil got in with him and started in about the adventure we just had while Shiro washed him clean.

My mind wandered while he was talking. It had been awhile since I had been to Rio last. I wondered if Raphael still had his connections down there. He'd been a twelve-year-old street kid the first time. His dark, slim body had been a joy to pleasure, and he had fun pleasuring me. He'd be in his early twenties by now, probably married with kids. I'd have to hit the places we used to go and see if I could find him again. He had proved his worth the times I'd been there. Last time I'd seen him he was seventeen. Tall, dark, handsome with a ready smile and a wonderful laugh. I sighed, smiling at the thought.

"Dad?" Shiro shook me out of my thoughts.

"Sorry son, just thinking about things," I said.

"I was saying that I have my cover ready to go for when we leave," Shiro said.

"What cover is that?" I asked.

"I'm going to use my Grandfather's identity. His friends in the company will vouch for me. They will say that I'm a very wealthy retired man. These people already have a picture of me so I need to travel in my cover from here to South America. I have no idea if they are going to meet the plane or not, so I reserved a room a few doors down from you guys in that name. I need to arrive in the morning in that ID just in case there are people watching and start the mission from there. I made plane reservations for all of us, and scattered us around the plane. I'm going first class, the rest of you are tourist class. Sorry about that," he said.

"No biggie. I take it that Sammo is with Dan and Neil is with me?" I asked.

"Yes. Neil can stay in touch with me at all times, provided he doesn't strain himself," Shiro said.

"No problem. The closer you are to me, the better. I haven't tried long range "talk" yet. Should be a challenge," Neil said.

"What if I plant a tracker?" Sammo asked.

"Not a good idea. They will search me for it or anything. Neil will do, I have confidence in his abilities," Shiro smiled.

"Thanks, big bro!" Neil wrapped his soapy arms around Shiro.

Shiro hugged back, and then continued to wash the little boy. Neil leaned back against Shiro as Shiro rubbed the soap all over Neil. I watched them over in the bathtub for a moment and thought how lucky I was to have great sons. They sure made life great for me. Once Neil was clean, he joined us in the Jacuzzi again while Shiro rinsed himself off. I turned my attention to Danny.

"Big problem I see is assembling weapons and getting flash cash for Shiro. How are we going to solve that problem?" I asked.

"I talked to Mark Havershaw this morning before we flew out here and he said he'd check to see if there are any retired Seals where we're going, and let us know. Be a big help if there were," Danny said.

"That it would," I agreed.

The room fell silent, as each of us was busy with our thoughts. I wondered what everyone had going through their minds, but didn't intrude. I got out of the Jacuzzi and dried off with a towel before walking into the bedroom and stretching out on the bed. Shiro was next, stretching out on my left side. He rolled over on his right side after a moment and started touching me in that soft erotic manner. It's been a long while since Shiro and I made love, and I think he wanted some attention from me right then.

The others passed through the room and Sammo closed the door behind him. He knew what was going to happen and it didn't bother him one bit. He knew of the relationship Shiro and I had before he came along. Sammo's a good kid, and I loved him as much as I loved Shiro. I looked into Shiro's eyes and saw the longing there. It had been too long.

I leaned over Shiro and looked into his eyes, and then gently kissed him, pressing my naked body into his. He responded by squeezing his tongue into my mouth, turning the first chaste kiss into something hot. I felt his member rise along with mine. No doubt about it, he was hot and horny for dear old Dad. I rolled over, pulling his slim, muscular teen body on top of mine as our tongues wrestled with each other. I felt the fires of passion grow inside me. It overtook me and consumed me, and I welcomed it. Felt so good. We touched and caressed each other as we continued to kiss. I broke the kiss finally and started down his almost man's body, tonguing and kissing it. He closed his eyes and moaned in ecstasy. I really got him turned on. He kept poking me in the places he knew were erotic, getting me even more fired up. I worked his hard erect nipples with mouth and tongue, doing my best to give great pleasure to them. He moaned and thrashed about underneath me.

We were definitely enjoying the pleasure, me giving it and him receiving it. I moved further down his body, tasting the sweet musk on his body down to his navel. I swirled my tongue around it, making him moan louder. I moved my fingers around his hot, hard cock, tickling the shaft. His response was to shove his hips upward into my chest, rubbing it against the hard muscle and the hairy softness. I curled my fingers around his teenage balls and gently squeezed them. He groaned, the pleasure starting to become too much. I knew before long he would want his seven inches buried inside of me. I did too. I got down to his cock and slowly ran my tongue up and down the teenage shaft. He threw back his head and moaned loudly. I licked his smooth hairless balls, taking the time to run my tongue around them slowly, prolonging the torture. He spread his legs and I knew what he wanted. I teased his gate with the tip of my tongue, making him cry out. He was enjoying this, and so was I.

Ah, so much fun to pleasure a boy!

I came back up to his cock and licked it again a few times. Before I could slide it in my mouth, Shiro quickly moved around on the bed so that his head was at my crotch and his crotch at my head. I knew he would prepare my hole for entry while I pleasured his cock. I slid my mouth down over the very solid piece of teen meat while I felt his fingers slip inside my ass, coating the inside and outside of it with KY. He wanted to make sure I was well lubed up and stretched out for the lovemaking to cum. I enjoyed feeling his fingers in there, probing, twisting, and pulling. I sucked his cock slow and easy. I didn't want him cumming just yet.

"Getting there!" he whispered frantically.

I backed off and rolled onto my back. Shiro got on his knees, his shiny seven inches leading the way into my ass. He smiled at me as he moved forward. He closed his eyes once again as he started to enter me. I felt the head of his cock start to open me up as it pushed into me. Suddenly it popped into me and I heard him sigh.

"Feels so good," he muttered, and then pushed on.

I felt his seven inches slide up into my ass and nearly cried from the feelings. He stopped once he had gotten himself in. We were together again.

He leaned forward and looked down at me. There was a smile on his face, joy in his eyes. I knew right then he was happy.

"Love you Daddy," he said in his little boy voice.

"Love you son," I said, feeling tears on my face from the emotions I was feeling right then and there.

He leaned completely forward and kissed me, licking my tears away. Then he straightened up and began the lovemaking. His body shivered as he pulled out, and then he sighed as he pushed back in. I could feel his cock moving inside me. It gave me such a thrill to be fucked by my own adopted son. Actually I should say it was a joy to have my number one son make love to me. There's really no better feeling than that. I watched his face as he fucked me. He had his eyes closed, and his lips were moving like he was talking to himself. Sweat started to form and drop off his body as he thrust his seven inches of solid maleness inside of me. He started making noises and I knew he wasn't too far away from climaxing. He thrust himself into me faster and harder, the need to climax on him strong now. To be young again and have that kind of strength! I wished I had a boyfriend when I was his age.

"Cumming... I'm cumming," he whispered, and then he was.

I felt the shots go through his cock and into me. He slammed his cock deeper into me as the force of his ejaculation took over. I gasped as I felt the shots of teen cum blast out into me. Boy, did that feel good! He sighed once he was done ejaculating. I laid him down next to me as his soft cock slid out of me with a pop. He snuggled up close to me and kissed me. I stroked his back, relaxing him after his hard efforts. The soft puffs of breath told me he had gone to sleep.

I knew when I woke up in the morning, he'd be gone and Hejiro Onashi would make his appearance. I crossed my fingers and hoped this mission would go off without any problems. I lay on my back for a time and stared at the ceiling. This would be the first major action outside the US for Samurai Inc. If this worked out well I would be extremely pleased and it would mean possible new clients for us. How, I wasn't sure of, but I decided to let karma take its course. For now, I needed to get some sleep. Tomorrow would be a long day for all of us.

Shiro's Journal

I woke at four in the morning, feeling rested and ready to go. I looked down at Dad as he slept and saw the slight smile on his face. It had felt so good to make love to him again. I had missed it for so long, and I would have to give Sammo special thanks for giving me the chance to be with Dad later. I dressed in black and slipped out of the room. Popping open the elevator doors was easy. I hoped they didn't have detectors on the doors to alert the front desk. I slid down the cables and landed on the top of the car. Opening an access door just above the car, I got out of the elevator shaft and into a small utility room. So far so good. I relaxed and let myself go into Getsumi no Michi. I do have some ability to detect where people are, but Neil's powers are far greater than mine. There are times I wish I had Neil's abilities. I left the room, being careful to close the door quietly. There was no movement at all from anywhere, and as I got closer to the lobby, I could hear the night clerk snoring. Dumb bastard. Getting away from the hotel was easy. I slipped on a light jacket for the early morning chill and walked out the back door. Getting to the airport was easy. Finding an empty bathroom wasn't. Finally I did find one, and the work to transform myself into Hejiro Onashi got underway. It took me about an hour to do the work, but it was done. When I looked into the mirror at the final result I was amazed at how close to my grandfather I looked. The disguise worked perfectly. All I had to do now was to collect the rest of the Onashi gear, and back to the hotel. Adopting a slight limp and using the cane I made my way to the lockers where the luggage for Mr. Onashi was stashed. After retrieving it, I went out to the cab stand. One of the cabbies practically leaped on me.

"Got my cab right here, sir! Where do you need to go?" he asked, slightly bowing to me as he opened the door.

That took me by surprise. I didn't think anybody knew how to pay respect to an elderly Japanese man anymore. I returned the bow.

"Need to go to the Palm Tree hotel," I said.

The man grinned. "I know where it is."

He opened the door for me and I got in. Damn, I could get used to this. He got in behind the wheel and we left the airport. I arrived back at the hotel by ten in the morning. The place was now in full swing. Suddenly I was glad I had dressed in the typical teen's attire when I had arrived here with the others. I waited while the cabbie unloaded the luggage and the bellhop put them on his cart.

"Are you staying long, sir?" he asked.

"For the night," I replied. "Here on business, then off to South America."

"Sounds exciting, sir! I've been told to take you straight up to your room. Everything is ready," the man said.

"Thank you," I bowed.

As I followed him up, I noticed Neil in the lobby.

[Man in chair at three o' clock watching you very closely] Neil said.

[Then I was right when I had said they might be watching me] I said.

[You called it right] Neil said.

[Be careful, son] Dad said.

[Always] I said.

I followed the man into the private elevator that took me up to the top penthouse. Dad and the others were staying in a smaller one two floors below me, which turned out to be another good idea. I spent the day in the room, playing businessman, reading the LA Times, the Wall Street Journal (found another possible investment), and the Tokyo Times. I also monitored my laptop for any new messages. By the time nine o' clock rolled around, there was nothing new on the laptop. I shut it down and began preparing for bed. I spent the night dozing here and there, checking my electronic alarm traps through my tiny hand held receiver. The plane to South America was scheduled to leave at fourteen hundred hours (2:00 PM). It was going to take us roughly seventeen hours to get there. I hoped first class would be comfortable. I hate being cooped up on long trips. Small price to pay, I guess. Eleven o' clock rolled around, and the bellhop was bringing me down to the cab stand.

"The hotel limo will take you to the airport, Mr. Onashi. We certainly hoped your stay was a pleasant one," the hotel manager smiled.

"I was pleased with everything," I said bowing.

I got into the limo and settled back. On the ride to the airport, I read the morning's edition of the LA Times. I could feel a slight tickle in my head and knew Neil was keeping track of me. I had no problem getting through security at the airport. They escorted me to the plane and on board. The others got on board fifteen minutes later with no problems. Believe it or not the plane actually took off on time, which is something of a rarity these days. Once we reached cruising altitude, I stretched out, and then folded the paper I was reading and settled down for a nap.

Logan's War Journal

So far so good. Shiro was settled in first class in his Onashi persona, Neil is with Danny, and Sammo is with me. Neil has scanned the plane and tagged Shiro's watcher. It's the same one from the hotel, and Neil is able to determine there was nobody at the airport who saw Shiro walk in and Onashi walk out. Stroke of luck there, thank God. Neil reported on the man's state of mind and what he found there. The guy was just a flunky, somebody's stooge hired to watch Onashi as he flew to Rio de Janeiro. Sure wasn't doing a very good job, either. He was being far too obvious. I sighed. I looked down at the legal pad I was working on. Mark Havershaw's phone call to us this morning was disappointing. There were no retired Seals down there at all. We were definitely on our own, sans backup.

Okay, what else is new? My next plan was to hit some of the old places I would troll at and see if I could find Raphael. If I could, I hoped he could solve some of our problems. Would be nice. I wasn't too hopeful because time does have a way of making people forget friends.

I turned my attention back to the legal pad and checked my notes. I wanted to be sure I had nothing left out. I hate to have fucking Murphy latch onto us just because I forgot to write some important detail down. It's happened lots of times to others I know of and they always curse Murphy out afterwards. I try not to make that mistake. Putting the pad away after four hours of head shedding, I settled down for my own nap. Sammo had zonked out three hours ago after boring himself with the Game Boy. Personally, I don't see what's so great about those things, but people do seem to enjoy them. I think they are boring as hell. I woke up when they came around with a meal. It was tasteless and bland. I hope Shiro chokes on his prime rib, the bastard. Danny didn't like his chicken either, and Neil made a face at the pizza. What the hell, do all the airlines conspire to feed the passengers bad food? This seriously sucked.

[Next time, we pack our own food] Neil said.

[Agreed] I replied.

Sammo snored on through the meal fiasco. A number of passengers complained about the bad food and I hoped none of us would get sick. Last thing we need. I checked my watch. We had approximately eight hours of flying time left. I decided to see if the movie was worth watching. After looking at the airline magazine, I passed on it. I glanced over at Neil and Danny and they were playing rummy with two ladies. Not bad idea, make the time go by fast. Sure wished I had gotten that book back at the airport. Would have made time go by fast. See one of the worst things about being on a mission is the waiting time. Especially if you have to fly for twelve hours or more to get to where you are going. It seriously sucks. You're trapped in whatever it is you're traveling in, and the other people around you probably feel the same way. What the hell do you do? You escape anyway you can. Walkman with your favorite tunes, books, magazines, the in-flight movie (if you're on the plane), whatever it is that you can come up with to escape the boring downtime of travel. It's not fun, I can guarantee you. To sum up the next eight hours. I slept for two of them, counted and recounted the stitches in my boots for one hour, the fourth hour I counted the number of times the stew jiggled past me, the fifth hour I counted the number of times Neil put down cards (looked like he was winning, too). To start the sixth hour I counted the number of times the kid behind me kicked the back of my seat (a very nice smile indicating a very painful retribution from me ended that real quick). The seventh hour I counted the number of times the ugly, fat red headed broad four seats down from me bitched (she was fuckin' loud, too), and the last and final hour, I counted the number of times the stew was smiling. Apparently she was damned glad this was almost over. How anybody can keep their sanity traveling in this bucket is beyond me. I should duct tape Mr. Fucking Murphy's ass to a seat and send him on an eighteen hour flight and see how he likes it. Fuckin' bastard.

We landed without any problems. I thought the folks inside the plane were gonna kiss the ground when they got out. A few of the folks actually got on their knees and touched the ground, trying to convince themselves that they were actually on the ground. I watched Shiro claim his luggage and get through customs with no problems. We got through with flying colors. I saw a limo whisk him away as we walked out of the building. Jumping into a cab, I thrust money at the driver and told him to haul ass. Neil and Danny were right behind us.

[Shiro's cool, Dad] Neil reported.

[Good, let's hope he stays that way] I said.

Shiro's Journal

The plane landed reasonably on time and I was settled into my hotel room right about nine in the morning local time. I had turned over the problem of flash money in my head many times. The cab driver unknowingly gave me a clue. We passed a big warehouse he said contained drugs and huge amounts of American, Japanese, French, and Arabic dollars, all profits from the drug trade. I decided on a midnight raid and collect as much Japanese yen as I could. I bided my time, pacing the floor of the hotel room as I waited for night to fall. I had dinner brought up, setting up the role I wanted to play, the rich elderly Japanese tourist who kept to himself. I eventually turned off the lights around eleven thirty, and was out of the room by two in the morning. Finding the warehouse was fairly easy. Avoiding the security was child's play. They never saw or suspected anything. I collected lots of the Japanese yen. Back at the hotel room, I carefully packed it into the suitcase I had taken from the warehouse. My story would be how the airline had lost one of my suitcases. I wasn't sure just how much yen I had, but I hoped it would be enough. I was up by nine the next morning, the Onashi persona firmly in place. I checked the laptop for messages. Nothing yet. I sat at the table most of the morning, shifting papers and a map around on the table to make it look like I was busy. I didn't know if I was being watched. I played with the laptop, doing searches of Rio de Janeiro, finding places of interests to see. It was about three in the afternoon that a message showed up.

"Be down in the lobby at six," it said.

I scratched my chin and pondered what to do. Naturally I had to go. This could be the lead I was looking for. I had packed a small amount of the yen into a briefcase for this occasion, so I was ready to go. After a brief conference during which Dad cussed me out for raiding the warehouse, we were set to go. Dad knew I had solved one problem for us, and that was having cash to get what was needed. I explained to him that the reason I did it on my own was the fact that I could get in and out of places without being seen or detected. He knew I was right on that count. I walked into the lobby right at six. I saw Neil in the game room rocking a pinball machine and he glanced my way.

[Three heavies in suits waiting for you. Armed, too] he said.

[Thanks Neil] I said.

"Onashi-San?" one of them asked as he approached me.

I bowed. "Yes, that is me. You must be Mr. Anderson, here to show me possible sites for my export business?"

He looked puzzled for a moment, and then the light went on in his head. "Yes, I am. Welcome."

He guided me to the limo outside while telling me of a six acre piece of property. Once in the limo, he smiled at me.

"That was very nice, Onashi-San. There were people observing us, and you covered us nicely. Word on the street will be that you might open a business, but of course we know that you are here for a different reason. We'll talk once we get to the Kitten Club," Anderson said.

I took the opportunity to check them out. Anderson was American, no doubt about that. I wondered if he had any action in Peckertown, and if so, what it was. He was about seven foot, talked with a Texas drawl, and was bearded. The other two were typical Brazilian. He handed me a soda from the limo's bar and I sipped it. It was good and cold. I could feel a slight tingle in my head and knew that Neil was on my tail. Thank God for that.

We arrived at the Kitten Club within the hour. The limo pulled inside the tall fence that surrounded the property after being waved in through the gate by a very alert guard. Raiding the place could be done, but it would be a difficult challenge. I hoped Neil was taking notes as I looked at everything I could. I am extremely glad Neil is with us. He'll make missions so easy. I don't want to get too dependent on him and forget my own skills, or even forget he's human. He's a great kid and a wonderful brother. I directed my attention to Mr. Anderson once the car stopped.

"Right this way, Onashi-San," he said, guiding me in through the front door.

The outside of the building wasn't very much to look at, but the inside was impressive. There was high class art hung everywhere, with very tasteful nudes of boys as well. I stopped before one of an Asian boy. He couldn't have been more than ten years old, but he was posing very professionally and was very appealing.

"You like it?" he asked. "One of the patrons here is an artist. He painted that one and a few others. I can ask him if he has one you could have."

I turned and bowed. "It would be greatly appreciated."

We walked into a setting room and sat down in the overstuffed chairs. Almost immediately, a boy appeared to take our drink orders. He was smartly dressed in a tuxedo with tails. I asked for a ginger ale while the others ordered beers.

"I understand you are searching for John and Carlos," Anderson began. "I know their master personally, and would be very willing to introduce you to him."

I nodded. Reaching into my jacket, I pulled out three thick envelopes and handed two of them to the Brazilians.

"Tokens of my appreciation for a well done job of protecting me," I said as they opened their envelopes.

Their eyes bugged at the amount of yen inside. I turned to Anderson and handed him his.

"A token of my appreciation for assisting me," I said.

He tucked his into his jacket. "It is nothing, Onashi-San. I was glad to help. If you will excuse me, I will go and make a phone call."

He left me there with the two men. I sipped my drink while I looked around the place. The interior was tastefully done with more paintings of boys on the walls and some of the tables had little statues of boys on them. Anderson returned fifteen minutes later.

"I have contacted their master, and he will join us shortly. I think he might want you to spend time at his villa as his guest. Would that be a problem?" Anderson asked.

"Not at all," I replied.

Anderson smiled. "That is good, then. We will backtrack to your hotel and pick up the rest of your luggage and then take you there."

I smiled. "Thank you for your hospitality."

"You are so welcome. Ah, there he is now," Anderson said.

I turned to see a tall man coming towards us. He was very well dressed, almost like a GQ model. But the aura he was projecting suggested that this was a man who was used to getting what he wanted, right fucking now. I would have to play him carefully.

"San-San, how delightful it is to meet you!" he smiled as we shook hands. "I trust you are comfortable at your hotel?"

"It is adequate," I nodded.

"Perhaps I could convince you to stay at my personal villa while you are being entertained by the two boys," he said.

"I would be honored to be a guest in your home. Thank you for inviting me," I bowed towards him.

"My name is Marshall Evans. I am honored to have you as a guest in my humble home. Thank you for coming," he said, returning my bow.

I nudged the briefcase towards him. "Please accept this as a gift."

He smiled even wider and bowed. "I would be delighted to accept your gift."

Shit, the guy was practically counting the money in his head.

"Mr. Anderson, would you be so kind to assist Onoshi-san on his journey to my villa?" Evens said to him, gently stroking his white goatee.

The two Brazilians immediately volunteered for guard duty. It's amazing how money in someone's pocket can make them so eager to help. I hoped the rest of this mission would be this easy. Within the hour, I was on my way to Evan's villa.

Logan's War Journal

Danny, Sammo, and Neil had gone out to follow Shiro on his assignment. Mine was to try and locate Raphael. I hoped he would still remember me. It had been about eight years. I set up a tracker inside an empty wallet filled with paper, and put the real wallet inside my shirt pocket. I thought if I got picked, I could turn that to my advantage. It was how I met Raphael. I walked out onto the street and started walking. Landmarks long buried in my memories came back. I recalled the places Raphael and I had gone to, the boys he introduced me to and the fun we had. I wished that time had stopped here and I could capture that young man I had fallen for then. Time can never be stopped, and I got to go on with it. I must have hit four different places, striking out each time. I stood on the corner trying to decide which way to go when a little eight year old bumped into me. He grinned up at me and quickly disappeared. I checked my back pocket. The little bugger had picked me! I palmed the tracker into my hand and started off after him. He led me through the market stalls and around corners, through stores and bars until I climbed up a set of stairs to where the tracker led me. I retrieved my H&K nine and checked it. I opened the door and saw the kid sitting at the table in the kitchen opening the wallet. He saw my gun and his eyes went wide. I was on him before he could move. He started yelling in Arabic and was answered by a deep male voice. I turned and faced the direction of the voice and stopped when I saw the pictures on the shelf next to a window. It was Raphael.

"Ralph?" I called out. I heard a sharp intake of breath and then the sound of feet moving rapidly. He burst into the living room. I lowered the gun and let go of the kid as we stared at each other. Time had changed him. He had become a big man, a handsome beautiful man.

"Logan?" he whispered.

I smiled as I slid the gun back into my holster. "Yes, it's me, Ralph."

Then we were hugging each other tight. Oh boy, was he solid! He really had filled out. He wasn't the slim teenager I once knew. Raphael kissed me, and I discovered he hadn't lost his touch.

"You still can kiss good," I sighed.

"I know!" the little boy chirped, grinning at us.

I raised my eyebrows at Raphael. "A friend?"

"No, my son who needs to learn how to keep his mouth shut about things," Ralph said, giving the boy a swat on the rear.

"Sorry Daddy," he said, looking properly shamed, eyes downward.

I reached over to touch the boy's face and raised it so I could see him. "Has your looks, Ralph. You were just as cute as he was back then."

Ralph threw back his head and laughed. "I see you still like to pursue the young male!"

I grinned. "Every chance I get!"

He motioned me into the kitchen and we sat down at the table. The little boy immediately brought me an ice cold beer. It went down nice and smooth. He set a second one on the table as soon as the empty one hit the table.

"Salim is my first born. He's a lot like me, too. Constantly roaming the streets when he knows he should be in school," Raphael said.

"But Daddy, school is boring! Besides, I know what I need to know anyway," Salim protested, his dark eyes flashing in annoyance.

Ralph just sighed. "At least his sister is smart by going. I married my girl after you left the last time. Salim was born soon after, then his sister a year later. I am happy with my life. Got a great wife, a good job, and two good kids. Life is good."

I smiled. "Then Allah has indeed smiled upon you, my friend."

"Don't I know it. Now tell me of your great adventures," Ralph said. For the next two hours, they listened to my stories, little Salim hanging onto my every word. Then I told them why I was here.

"I might be able to help you with things," Ralph said at last. "I still keep in touch with my old friends in the little network we had going back then. Let me call some of them."

While Ralph worked his phone, I turned my attention to Salim. Oh, he was a beauty to look at! A bit lighter in skin tone than his Father, he has definitely inherited Raphael's good looks from him. I entertained the thought of what Salim had inside his pants. I didn't act on the thought, simply because I didn't want to offend Raphael and spoil things. I missed the nods between father and son.

Salim turned on the radio as Raphael left the room to go into his study. The little boy began a very sexy strip tease. My heart nearly stopped as I watched him shed his shirt. His chest was very well developed for an eight year old. Nice tanned color, with darker nipples. I was starting to drool. I glanced at the closed door, hoping that Salim would finish his strip tease before Ralph came out. I turned to look back, and he was working his shorts off. He wore no undies underneath. His penis was hard as a rock, standing out proudly from his body. I couldn't help myself, I reached out and touched his boyhood.

"He is beautiful, is he not?" Raphael whispered into my ear.

I jumped off the floor quickly and faced him. I couldn't answer.

"It's okay. Play with him for a bit, he loves to be played with. It will be some time before I get answers you need," Ralph said, smiling.

Salim took my hand and led me into his bedroom.

Shiro's War Journal

It took us about four hours to get to Evans's villa. Thank God the limo was comfortable to ride in. Neil did a hell of a job keeping tabs on me. The few times we stopped for gas he was right there a few blocks away. He and Sammo were tailing me now, Danny having taken off on his own mission to try and secure transportation out of the area for when we made the break with John and Carlos. I hoped this mission would go smoothly, and so far it had. Anderson had been photographed at a discreet distance and the pictures stored in the ops laptop that Sammo carried with him. All three of us were in contact with each other. Where they got the motorcycles I didn't want to know. But they had them, and were putting them to good use.

The villa was impressive. Two stories high it was surrounded by a tall fence and plenty of brush and trees. Perfect cover for when it came time. The limo pulled up in front of the house and stopped. I got out and watched the two Brazilians take my luggage out of the trunk and up the stairs. I looked around and counted at least four men standing around with Chinese AK-47's in their hands.

[I count fifteen men total, all with the AK's] Neil said.

[Okay. Start probing this place for the weak points. I'll see what I can do from in here] I said.

[You got it] Sammo replied.

I turned my attention to Anderson. He guided me to a huge guest room and showed me all the amenities, including an Internet hookup at the wall. I had a laptop I had setup for the Onashi persona and set it on the table. I didn't know if they could hack into it and I wasn't taking any chances. It was a clean computer. He left me alone and I unpacked my gear while checking the room for bugs and such. To my surprise, there wasn't any. This guy appeared a bit too trusting. I'd have to be real careful.

Once I was settled in, I sat down in a recliner and relaxed. I slipped into Getsumi no Michi and let myself go. I could feel the presence of people in the house. I shut them out and started my meditation. I needed to have a clear head for this next crucial part of the mission. I had to be ready for anything. I had no idea what Evans was going to do. I didn't know when or if I was going to meet John and Carlos. I relaxed until they called me for dinner. Whoever did the cooking certainly knew his stuff. The food smelled very good. There was very little small talk during dinner, mostly boring stuff.

"I will introduce you to John and Carlos after dinner. I will let you decide who you want to have first, John or Carlos, and when. I am sure tonight is not a good time because of all the traveling you have done today to get here. Tomorrow night would be a better time," Evans said.

"Of course, very good suggestion," I said, bowing.

Once the dinner was done, I followed Evans into the sitting room. He offered me a drink and then showed me the house and the grounds. I could feel Neil taking notes as I observed everything. The house was spacious and very well decorated. There were some very nice paintings on the walls of nude boys, almost similar to the ones at the Kitten Club. I wondered if Evans was a partner there. The furniture was very upper class, the crystal glassware very elegant as well. This house spoke of great wealth.

"John and Carlos are in the next room, waiting for us. Let's go meet them," Evans announced.

I followed him into what was obviously the game room. The pool table and the poker table were very elegant, as well as the furniture in that room.

"Onashi-San, meet John and Carlos," Evans introduced the two boys standing by the carved mahogany bar.

The two hot young boys had grown into two very hot good-looking teens with pleasant smiles. They were wearing blue knee length shorts with matching flowery Hawaiian style shirts. They looked very handsome. I had the impression they didn't want to be there, they kept shifting nervously. Now I knew for sure that they were in trouble here.

"I am honored to meet you," I said, bowing.

"Nice to meet you," John said as both of them bowed back.

I guessed their ages to be about fourteen. I wondered how they ended up here.

"Thank you boys. Both of you are excused," Evans said to them.

It sounded more like an order than a request. I couldn't help but feel a flash of anger. He was treating them like property rather than human beings. I would take him on myself. He would never leave here. I politely declined the offer of a nightcap and retired to my room.

I needed to get my rest and to talk to Neil. We had some serious planning to do. I closed and locked the door behind me and checked the luggage. Sure enough, the locks had been played with. Checking the laptop, I read the file I set up in there to see when it had been used last and where they went. Whoever it was went into my documents folder, the Internet folder, and the email program. I wasn't worried because it was a clean computer. I had set it up that way so the only things worth finding in there were a few boy pictures, a John and Carlos pic file, a link to the Tokyo stock market, another link to the Wall Street stock market, and some computer games.

[I don't like that guy] Neil said in my head.

[That makes both of us, little brother.] I replied.

[Got a lot of notes written while he gave you the tour] Neil said.

[Good. Can you form a plan based on what you got?] I asked.

[Will have one in the next twenty-four hours] Neil said.

[Good. Get some rest, you guys need it.] I said.

[Night lover] Sammo said.

[Good night, take care] I said.

They tuned out and I sat down in a chair and planned what I was going to say and do with John tomorrow. I looked up at the clock and it read ten at night. I got into bed after making sure the door was secure and setting some electronics on the windows. I crossed my fingers and hoped for luck. As I drifted off to sleep, I wondered how Danny was doing, and if he was having any luck.

Danny's War Journal

Logan asked me to write a report of what I did and saw when I went on my own, so here goes. Logan assigned me the job of filling our transportation needs, especially our escape out of the country. Naturally a plane was high on the list.

"How come we didn't use the company jet? Would have been a whole lot easier," I asked Logan.

"If they copied the plane numbers or saw the logo on the jet, chances are these folks would be knocking on our door to get revenge on us for taking the boys from them, and I really don't want that kind of trouble." Logan said. He made a lot of sense on that, and we all knew it. I chugged off in an old car that had seen better days. They had their cells so I wasn't worried about losing touch with them. I had heard of an old junkyard with a few planes there so that was my first stop. It was on the edge of a small village to the east, so that's where I went. Finding the village was easy. There was only one road in and out of there. I parked by the chain link fence surrounding the yard. Walking into the yard, I saw one a few feet away that looked decent. I walked up to it and peeked in the dirty windshield.

"It don't work," a voice said from behind me.

I turned to see a kid standing behind me. He looked to be about thirteen years old, wearing a shirt that had seen better days. He was thin, about my height, blue eyes, and black hair. He would look even better if he had a bath.

"I'm looking for one that does," I said. "Anybody around that could help?"

"Me. My Dad used to own this place until he died. I run it now. You deal with me," he said.

"My name is Danny," I said introducing myself.

"Me Ronnie," he said, shaking my hand.

"Well, Ronnie, got any more in here?" I asked.

He rubbed his chin, staring me down. "Maybe. Depends though."

"Depends on what?" I asked, being wary now.

"Depends on how much money you got or what you can do for me," Ronnie said. I started to wonder what I was getting into. He turned and walked to a trailer off to the side. I followed him to it and inside. The place was a mess. I guess if you live on your own you tend to get messy sometimes.

"Mind if I use your bathroom?" I asked.

He pointed to it and I went in. It was dirty inside and it looked like it needed some serious cleaning. The hot water didn't work in the sink, the shower looked like it hadn't been used in a while, and the electricity barely worked in here. I quickly formulated a plan in my head. I called Sammo and got a report from them. They were now about twenty miles south of where I was and were casing the joint. They'd have a proper plan set up by the time I joined them. I gave them kudos for a great job.

"I gotta deal for you," I said, returning to the living room area. He turned to face me. "What is it?"

I sat down in front of him. "You find me a working plane and I'll fix this place up and throw a bit of cash down as well.

Ronnie's face lit up. He was cute when he smiled. I started to think things were going to work out after all.

"Deal," he said, banging his knuckles against mine.

He left the trailer and I quickly decided on a course of action. I found a small truck and used it to push a dumpster over to the trailer and then started cleaning. Within the hour, I had the place empty. I estimated the amount of electrical wire I was going to need and other things and went off in search of what I needed in the yard. It took me three hours to locate a majority of what I'd need. The hot water heater I'd find later. I planned on getting him new clothes as well. I hoped he'd be surprised. I got to work, and by nightfall had the trailer completely rewired. Ronnie walked up just as I hit the main switch to turn on the power. The lights inside the trailer were working just like they were supposed to.

"Got the trailer rewired. Tomorrow I'll do the plumbing and whatever else that needs doing," I told him. His eyes shone with joy. No doubt that he was happy again.

"Can you close the gates to the yard and join me at my hotel?" I asked.

"As long as I'm back here by eight in the morning," he replied.

"No problem there," I said.

I took him over to the hotel and ushered him into my room. He saw the bags of clothes on the bed and looked at me.

"All yours," I smiled.

His eyes misted over as he thanked me. He looked at some of them and exclaimed over them. I knew I had made his day, if not his life. I felt kinda grungy, so I headed for the shower to get cleaned up. I started the water and got the temperature just right. I turned around to see Ronnie standing behind me.

"Want to join me in the shower?" I asked. He smiled shyly at me. I smiled back and started to undress him. He was on the skinny side, obviously not eating too well. His shoulders were a bit broad, a hint of the strength that he might have once he became a man. His nipples were large, just right for sucking and licking on. I got his tattered jeans off and then the dirty undies as well. He was no slouch in the cock department. It came up to attention almost immediately, growing to a nice eight inches of prime boy meat pointing slightly upward. He wasn't circumcised, which is the way I like my boys. I've discovered that if you put your tongue between the foreskin and the cock itself and move your tongue around in there, boys get excited a lot more than usual, and their climaxes are more dramatic. Ronnie certainly proved that theory. He put his hands in front of himself and bowed his head.

"Ronnie, it's okay. Nothing wrong about you getting excited in front of me. It happens to every guy. Very normal," I said to him. He looked up at me. "Really?" I grinned at him. "Yup. No lie." He grinned even more, looking like a load had come off his young shoulders. I was determined to make this experience one he'd never forget. I drew him into the shower with me and began washing him clean. I worked on his hair first, getting it clean and free of tangles. Once that was done, I took a handful of liquid soap and began washing his torso. He leaned against me and moaned softly. I wasn't trying to make it erotic at this point, but it was obvious that he liked being touched this way. I kept going, gently washing him clean. I didn't touch his magnificent cock just yet, I wanted to save that pleasure for last. I turned him around and explored his back with soapy fingers. There was muscle there as well, even more clues as to what kind of body he'd have when he became a man. He moaned again. He was clearly enjoying this. So was I. I moved a finger down between his butt cheeks and moved it in and out. Ronnie spread his legs a little to give me better access to his hole. I brushed my fingers across the opening and felt his body shiver. I slowly and carefully worked one finger into his anus. I could feel his hard cock press against my abdomen. His eyes were closed and he was breathing a bit hard. I worked my finger in and out of his anus a few times, pleasuring him some. I gently pulled it out and turned him around.

"Keep doing that," he whined.

"Relax, there's plenty of time for that later," I whispered into his ear. I took hold of the boy's hard cock in my hand and started stroking that fine cock. I wrapped one arm around his chest to keep him from falling after he would cum. He moaned and groaned as I masturbated him. He thrashed around a bit as I brought him close to his climax.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" he yelled as he started to cum. It was a sizable load, I could feel it shooting through his cock and then out of him. I gaped at the size of his load as he pumped it out. This kid was definitely rich in the sperm bank he carried below. He twisted and turned, cried, moaned, and whimpered as the pleasure of cumming wracked his body. He sighed and slumped down once he was done. I rinsed the soap and cum off him and then carried him into the room. I got him dried off and then covered him with a sheet. He muttered something and then settled down. I went back to the shower and finished it. Coming out, I saw Ronnie sleeping with a smile on his face. I got into bed with him and he rolled over to face me. He snuggled down into me and kissed my chest. This was going to be an interesting night.

Sammo's War Journal

Okay, time for me to have a say here. Dad detailed Neil and I to follow Shiro as he went to meet these people. Neil did a great job keeping tabs on Shiro, which allowed us to hang far back enough not to get noticed. We had our cells so we could call Dad to keep him informed of our progress. Danny went off on his own mission to find a plane for us. Naturally I had wondered why we didn't use the company jet. Once Dad had explained the reason why, being the fact that he didn't want these people to track us down and cause us grief in the future, I understood. Tracking Shiro back to the hotel, it became obvious to us we were going to need better transportation to follow Shiro. Neil was the one to spot the motorcycles sitting between the buildings. Neil and I knew how to ride, so we just took them. Hey, there was no time to find out who owned them. Naturally Dad cussed us out for taking them. We were lucky we didn't get caught. It was a long ride, following Shiro down to this guy's place. We stayed well back, buying gas and food when needed, hitting the can when our bodies demanded it, and just kept on following them. I got lucky and got pictures of this Evans guy and stashed the pictures in the ops laptop that night. Shiro wondered if this guy had any connections in Peckertown, which got me thinking as well. I hoped not, either. It could mean trouble for Peckertown. I was finally glad the ride was over once Shiro entered the villa. It meant that Neil and I could finally get to work. We found an abandoned shack fairly close to the villa and we stashed our bikes in the nearby trees and then set up our camp. I left a message on Dad's cell when he didn't answer. I got hold of Danny and reported our progress to him. Once it got dark, Neil and I would start our sneak and peak. Our job was to scout out the place and come up with a battle plan to get in, find Shiro and the boys, and get out without a whole lot of problems. Neil relaxed on the blankets and slipped into a kind of sleep that he does when he is concentrating on his abilities, even though he can really use them on the fly really good. He didn't want to leave anything to chance and I didn't blame him. This mission was far too important. Neil woke up about a half hour later and reported at least two dozen men all armed with AK-47's. Now we had an accurate count of the enemy, it was time to spy out the land. Neil and I dressed in the black ninja suits that Shiro had gotten us ages ago and blackened our exposed skin. It was coming up on eleven at night as we sneaked through the darkness and started observing things. Neil took notes on everything we saw, not missing a thing. Anything that could be used for cover, a distraction, could be exploded or destroyed he recorded. It was about three in the morning that we finally got back to the shack that we found about a mile away from the house. It was very well concealed, but I left enough signs for the team to find and follow. Neil and I rolled into our blankets and settled down for some much deserved rest. Tomorrow he and I would start the planning. We were going to make sure to factor in every single possibility, good or bad, and hopefully it would be a plan that the other guys would approve of. I sighed and pulled Neil a little closer. It was nice to have another warm body next to me. I kinda wished it was Shiro, but Neil was just as important to me. I really do love this little kid.

Logan's War Journal,

I woke the next morning with Salim lying on top of me. The boy wore a very satisfied smile on his face. I had one on my own face, too. That little boy certainly knew a thing about oral sex. His cocksucking abilities had me over the moon in delirious joy. This kid could blow away even the best whore on the street and he knew it. His body had been so soft to the touch and I enjoyed pleasuring him. He in turn, pleasured me with his mouth so well. There was no doubt in my mind that his Father had taught him well. I carefully slid out from under the sleeping boy and kissed him on the cheek and then covered his delightful nude body with the sheet. I stumbled into the bathroom and took care of business, before coming back into the bedroom. I was wondering if last night had been a dream, but seeing Salim in my bed convinced me it wasn't. There's no way I could accurately describe what he had done to me. All I know is that I had cum lots, and truly enjoyed it. I shook the cobwebs out of my head and went into the kitchen. I needed to get on track here and start getting things done. I didn't want to fall behind schedule. Checking my cell, I listened to the messages from the guys and nodded. Things were on track. All I needed now were the weapons.

"Ah, there you are, Logan! Sleep well?" Raphael grinned at me. I looked back at the sleeping boy in my bed and grinned. "Sure did, better than I ever had in years. He definitely got your talent." Raphael grinned. "Ya, and who was it that taught me?" I had to laugh on that. Because it was true. I turned to the table and sat down as he handed me a cup of coffee. I drank it down, enjoying the warmth spreading through my body.

"I have good news. I have located what it is you need. These people will meet us in the marketplace and take us to the supplies. I hope you have money for them," Raphael said.

"Sure do, Japanese Yen. Lots of it. I just need to swing by my hotel and get it, and then we are off and running," I said. He nodded. "Good. We meet them at noon."

"I'll give you a cut before we meet them. Least I can do for your troubles," I stated. Raphael smiled. "You are too kind."

"I try," I said.

"You don't have to try, you are," he smiled. I looked back at Salim one last time as we left the house. I wished I had the chance to sample his delightful body once more, but I had a mission to run and I needed to be focused on it. It took us just under two hours to collect the yen, give Raphael his cut, and go to the market. If you have ever been to the street market there, you know what one can find there. For those who never have, it's an experience to be experienced. There was so much to see and smell and taste. I definitely enjoyed some of the eye candy to be seen. Boys running around shirtless, their firm bodies showing their muscles. Raphael had to literally keep me going, or I would have started a huge orgy there! Next time, I promised myself. We found the place and went in. I palmed my H&K nine into my hand and stayed alert. I had lots of money and I wasn't going to lose it by being careless. We sat down at a table in the far corner. I watched the faces in front of me until Raphael nudged me.

"There they are," he whispered. Four men walked toward us with very serious looks on their faces. These guys were real pros and they weren't taking any chances. One guy stopped midway through the bar and kept his hand under his jacket. The three kept coming. They stopped before the table. One sat down, one stood behind him, and the third came behind him. I was ready to rock.

"He's there to make sure nothing happens. I like to be careful," the man in the chair said. He wore what looked like ten pounds of gold chain around his neck, so I dubbed him gold man. I nodded. "Careful never killed nobody, I can understand that."

"My friend Raphael tells me you need... things," gold man said.

"I sure do. Can you supply?" I asked.

"You got plenty of paper?" he asked. I smiled. He smiled back. I stood and stretched, picking up the suitcase. His eyes got big, just like the man behind me. Gold man got up and led the way out of the bar and to his Mercedes. Raphael and I traded good-byes and phone numbers before I went off with the men. I arranged with Raphael to call him once I was done and away from these guys. He wanted to make sure I would be okay. I got into the back seat with one man and Gold man took shotgun while the third guy drove. It took us about an hour to get to where we were going. The driver honked the horn as he pulled up to the warehouse door. Getting out once the car stopped, I stretched and felt something pop in my back. Gold man reached for the suitcase while I walked over to the boxes on the ground next to a beat up VW van. I did a quick equipment check while he looked at the yen. He walked over to me and stuck out his hand.

"So nice doing business with you. Take care," he said, and then jumped into his car and the men left. I didn't waste time getting the boxes loaded into the van and covered with a tarp. I jumped into the van and drove off. We were now in business.

Shiro's War Journal

John came to my room first around six the next evening. He was wearing very tiny shorts and a shirt that was cut off just below the chest. Evans grinned at me as I let John into my room.

"Have fun Onashi-San!" he laughed as he walked away. Poor John looked so miserable standing there. I knew I had to go through with this even though there were no bugs or monitoring equipment of any kind in the room. I had double-checked it earlier in the day after coming back from a supervised walk on the beach with both boys. There had been no chance to talk then. The time was now. I turned to face John and nodded. He slowly pulled off his shirt and then his shorts. He was wearing a tiny see through g-string that clearly showed everything. I approached him and began to touch him. John responded by unzipping my pants and letting them drop to the floor. Before I knew it, he had my cock out and was sucking on it. He was trying to get me to cum fast so he wouldn't have to do anything else. Suddenly he stopped sucking my cock and backed off. He looked at it and then up at me, a puzzled look on his face.

"Oh shit, he made me!" I thought to myself. I pointed to the bed and he got on it. I stripped down completely and slid in next to him. I started playing with his small nipples while whispering into his ear.

"Give me a chance to explain everything," I said.

"Okay," he replied. I moved so that I was lying on top of him and acted like I was kissing him.

"I'm a member of a very special company that protects celebrities, especially younger male celebrities. You and Carlos have become celebrities on the Internet because of your pictures. We were hired to find you, come down here, and find out if you want to make an appearance in a place called Peckertown, Arkansas. We will get you out of here if you want," I said in between kisses on his neck. John moaned softly. "Damn straight we want out of here! At first the pictures were fun to do. Then this guy came out of nowhere and offered our guardian lots of money for us. The guy took the money and we have been here ever since. The pictures we have done since then have made us so uncomfortable. Every time Carlos and I suggested something, he'd fly out of control and punish us. He started selling us out for sex months ago. Some of the men we'd had to sleep with were outright nasty. First time I got it I didn't stop bleeding for hours. I thought I was going to die." We changed positions, John rolling on top of me and pressing his naked body into mine. I felt his hard cock sliding against mine.

"I'm sorry I have to do this with you. I wish there had been another way," I said, angry with myself.

"Don't worry about it. If this is what it takes to get you to take us out of here, then so be it. I don't want to be here anymore," John said. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Both of us froze, our hearts pounding. I let my hand fall down beside the bed frame and palmed a throwing knife. John slid out of bed and went to the door. It was Carlos at the door this time.

"The brat wouldn't settle down. He wanted to be with the both of you," Evans sighed, shooting angry glances at the cowering boy.

"The more the merrier," I said. "Come in here, boy!" Carlos scurried in and Evans walked off. John closed the door and locked it, leaning against it. Carlos walked over to me.

"I won't let you hurt my lover," he began. John grabbed him and shoved him on the bed. "Shut up you idiot! Let him tell you before you say anything else!" I repeated what I had told John as John burrowed under the covers and started sucking me off. It was so weird. Here I am telling them I can break them out of here while John is sucking me off and I'm kissing Carlos. Once he understood what I was saying, tears started rolling down his face. I faked an orgasm and John came up to see Carlos crying. He gently kissed the tears away.

"If you're going to do something, it better be tomorrow night. I overheard Evans say we were leaving day after tomorrow for another country. Seems some rich guy wants to make a home movie of us," Carlos said. Shit, that didn't give us much time. I hoped that Dad and Danny would act soon.

"Let's have some fun," John whispered. I watched as both boys kissed and touched each other. I could tell the level of passion for each other ran very deep. I hoped my actions towards John didn't change things. I hate to get in between two lovers. John manipulated Carlos so that his ass was above my face. I looked up into a well-used gate. I couldn't help myself. I started licking the brown gate, being rewarded by moans from Carlos. John settled himself down on my soft cock and gently rocked back and forth, getting me hard again. They changed places a moment later, John holding my hard cock as Carlos settled himself over it and then pushed himself down on my cock. I could feel my cock open him up and go in. Felt so good. Once Carlos was seated completely on my cock, John offered me his ass and I tongued it while Carlos rode my cock.

[Dad and Danny are here. They are working on the plan now.] Neil's voice rang inside my head. [I know, my timing sucks]

[That it does, Neil. I forgive you. It's gotta be tomorrow night or never. Talk more in the morning] I replied. I turned my attention back to this delightful ass. Carlos was really riding my cock now, making me feel things. But it wasn't like what I feel with Sammo. I felt a bit sad at that. I turned my attention to enjoying them. John slid a bit further back and then his cock slid into my mouth and I started sucking him off. John started getting crazy as I sucked him. I could feel myself getting close to cumming inside Carlos.

"I'm cumming," I said as I sucked harder on John's cock.

"So am I," John said as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. Suddenly I got a mouthful of boy cream while I unloaded mine inside a whimpering Carlos. His cock unloaded his cream onto my chest. Once I stopped cumming, Carlos lifted himself off my cock and laid down on my right while John pulled out of my mouth and laid down on my left. Both of them started to lick the cream Carlos had deposited on my chest. That felt so good. After that, we laid there quietly and caught our breaths.

"This is the first time I really truly enjoyed myself," John said quietly as Carlos nodded his head in agreement.

"Good. Glad to hear that," I said.

"You really going to get us out of here?" Carlos asked.

"Yes. My word on that. I'm not conning you guys. It was very obvious to me that you guys were very uncomfortable with what was going on," I said. They looked at me. "Thanks for helping us."

"Glad to. You guys need to keep yourselves under control. The break will happen tomorrow night. My Dad and my brothers are busy setting things up right now to help us get out. You both need to trust us and be patient," I said. John nodded. "Okay, we will."

"Good. You both have a much better future waiting for you in the United States I can promise you that," I said.

"We'll be able to do whatever we want?" Carlos asked.

"When we want?" John asked.

"Yup. You won't have to be afraid anymore," I replied. Both of them teared up as I hugged them close. I hoped the escape op would go off without any problems tomorrow night. I wanted to succeed in a big way. I wanted them to have a better life than this. Evans would pay for what he has done to them. I looked down at them and saw they were asleep with smiles on their faces. They were dreaming of a better life already.

PART TWO COMING SOON, STAY TUNED