Samurai Inc

Samurai Inc. 13 By David (DAG1064@aol.com)

Author's Notes: This story is fiction. The gentlemen from the boy band called "Dream Street" actually do exist and they are excellent singers as well as actors. I must state for the record that the sexual situations do NOT mean they are gay in real life. They are to my knowledge not gay.

Samurai Inc 13

Dream Street Goes To Peckertown.

London, England. Saturday

During a break in the party with Daniel Radcliff and his friends (see Samurai Inc 12 for that story) I located my cell and called the computer back home. There was a message on it from Marc Fogel. Shit, never a fucking dull moment down there was there? I listened to the message and tensed up. That bastard was still alive. Hellfire and damnation! I swore as I started punching numbers into my cell to return Marc's call. It took several tries to get through.

"Protect Your Poor Ass Inc., returning your call," I said once he picked up.

"Fuck you too," he said.

I laughed. "Neither of us is the other's type so forget it. What's up?" I asked.

I listened to Marc talk for a few minutes telling me all that happened and outlining his worries for the weekend.

"We're finishing up here in London in the next couple of days and we'll be able to help out. Hate unfinished business and that bozo definitely falls into that category," I said, feeling my anger burn.

"Great, really appreciate that. Your usual rates of course, friendly police protection and all the boys your cock desires." Marc said.

"Really hope nothing stops me from coming. Hate to give up that offer," I said.

"Look, if something does can you at least send me Shiro and Neil? Know they're the heart of your team man," Marc said.

"Don't worry. Don't think I could keep Shiro away even if I could offer him every boy in Dream Street," I joked.

Oh little did I know we would be minding them next. Life is funny at times, giving you something that you had just joked about.

Marc had to laugh. "You're a funny guy, Logan."

"We'll keep in touch. Take care," I said and hung up.

I looked up as Shiro walked in wet from the pool. "What's wrong Dad?"

I sighed. "Evans is alive and well. He's going to Peckertown for a convention next weekend. Marc wants you and Neil there to protect our friends."

The look on Shiro's face scared me.

Wednesday, early afternoon somewhere over the ocean

I hung up my cell after talking to Mac in Hollywood. We were about to be hired by the parents of the boy band Dream Street to protect their sons while they did a three-day concert event in Peckertown. They were worried they might be attacked and harmed while there. I briefed the guys on what Mac told me on the phone.

"Those guys are hot," Neil burbled. "I love they way they sing."

Sacha blinked. "Who is this Dream Street?"

"It's a musical group of five teens like us who sing in public," Danny informed him. "Very common in the US."

"I got lots to learn about America," Sacha sighed.

"Hey, you'll do fine. We'll help ya," Shiro said. "Your English is getting lots better."

"That's because I've been teaching him English telepathically at night when he sleeps. His mind is so much more relaxed and able to grasp things better," Neil said.

"I appreciate that," Sacha smiled.

Sacha followed the three boys towards the kitchen area of the private jet we were in as I sat there thinking.

"We need to call Marc Fogel and let him know we got the escort detail for those guys. Then we talk to the families and do what we can to reassure them everything will be fine," I said.

Danny snorted. "Easier said than done, boss. They won't be satisfied with simple answers. They will demand we do everything right to protect their "babies". I just hope all goes according to plan."

"Well we don't have much of a plan right now considering we got a few hour's notice. We will have to fly this one and hope for the best," I stated.

Danny nodded. He knew just as well as I did that sometimes you have to improvise when you got very little time to prepare for a job. This was one of those times and we needed to be ready for anything. I turned to go to the kitchen and found the guys sitting at the counter waiting for Sammo to finish cooking pasta.

"Smells good," I said as I walked up.

"Was all I could find. Someone didn't stock this plane properly," Sammo groused as he served up the snack.

"Somewhere down the line we'll have to raid a drive though and clean them out. Deal?" I asked.

"Hell yeah!" Sammo shouted.

I just shook my head and went back to the cabin and picked up the book I had been trying to finish for some time that was written by an ex-Navy seal. Damn good yarn too.

The intercom pinging woke me up. I sat up and rubbed my eyes trying to focus on things. Danny poked me in the side.

"Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty!" he chortled. "We're landing, bubba."

I gave him my best pissed off look. Danny laughed out loud at my expression and I swore I'd get even with him sooner or later. I heard things pop inside my body as I stood and stretched. Sitting back down I looked around to see the guys sitting in their seats ready for landing. The next half hour was busy for us as we legally entered the United States again. I held my breath hoping Sacha's papers were good. They were. I sighed with relief as Sacha had his picture taken for his green card. We sat down at an airport café and relaxed. Sacha was wide eyed at everything he saw. He was like a kid who got locked into the candy store overnight. As I turned to say something Shiro's cell rang.

"Samurai Inc. can I help you?" Shiro asked.

"Sir, it's Wang. Mr. Fogel told me to call and tell you he needs you and Neil down here today or earlier. Things haven't gone well and he wants you here before Evans," Wang said.

"I'm in New York. I'll call you with flight information as soon as I can," Shiro said then hung up.

Shiro quickly informed me of the recent events.

"I want Neil with you. You guys can set up security before we get there with Dream Street. Keep me informed in the usual way. Watch your back," I said.

I led Shiro and Neil to the nearest airline counter and got them squared away. Once their plane lifted off I made a call to Peckertown and left a message with Margaret at Jorgenson Enterprises. The rest of us picked up our baggage and made our way out the doors of the airport. I saw a tall man holding a cardboard sign with the name Michaels on it. After we exchanged the proper passwords we got into the limo waiting for us. Sacha was surprised at the amount of space in the back.

"This is a great car!" he exclaimed.

Danny, Sammo, and I smiled. Sacha would be experiencing culture shock here. Life here was extremely different from what we knew in Russia. Sacha would be experiencing new and exciting things, that's for sure. Sacha had his nose firmly planted against the glass as we rolled through the streets. Reaching for the bar I handed out sodas to everyone and opened my beer. It sure tasted good and cold going down. I looked up in time to see us enter the New York Hilton. The driver turned to face us.

"The studio made arrangements for all of you to have the penthouse here. Is that okay?" he asked.

I could get to like this for sure. "Perfectly fine with us."

I kept my hand on Sacha's shoulder to make sure he didn't wander off. He was totally amazed by what he saw. Check in was a breeze and we followed the porter to the elevator. It was late in the evening and all of us were tired. Sacha sat down on the couch and tried to stay awake.

"Plenty of time to explore the room in the morning," I said.

He closed his eyes and fell over on his side. Lifting him and carrying him to the bedroom was all the exercise I needed. A boy Sacha's age and size would normally weigh roughly 80 pounds or so. Not Sacha. Because of the adamatium inside his body he now weighed much more than that.

While we were in England Q had kindly asked Sacha if he could have Sacha examined by their doctors to make sure he was okay physically. Sacha had agreed and they put him through a rigorous examination that included full body x-rays and more. The results of the examinations were startling. Every inch of Sacha's skeleton was covered with the adamatium. His retractable claws were made of the same stuff as well.

"Adamatium is known to be the world's strongest metal. In order to shape it properly it has to be heated to an extremely high temperature. How that man worked it into his body is beyond me. Thanks to Shiro's downloading the exam results to our hard drives we might be able to figure out how he did it. It will take some time though. Then there's his healing ability. It's been accelerated to the point that if I cut him with a knife the wound would heal in seconds. His body would be able to reject poisons and other things. He could drink a big bottle of vodka and still be sober. You get the idea," Q said.

I whistled. Sacha just nodded trying to take it all in.

"Then there's the matter of his heightened senses. He can see, hear, and smell things better than we can. How that happened I can only guess," Q said.

"I don't think we'll ever know. But it doesn't matter. Sacha is one of us and we'll love him and take good care of him. He's my son. He's Shiro's, Neil's, and Sammo's little brother and Danny's third nephew and he will be loved by all of us," I said.

Sacha teared up and hugged me tight. I hugged him back as the others gathered around him for a group hug. I think that was what convinced Sacha he had found what he wanted. A family to love him.

I laid him down on the bed and stripped him. Tomorrow we'd go clothes shopping for him. He would need more than we'd picked up in England. I lay down beside him and slowly dozed off.

Thursday New York

I woke the next morning to something tugging at my cock. Whatever it was it was tight and wet. I opened my eyes and looked down to see Sacha nursing on my cock. He wanted his morning protein so I obliged him. I felt my body tense up as he sucked hard and fast. I could feel something happening.

"Here comes breakfast Sacha," I gasped.

Seconds later I was unloading my cum down the Russian boy's throat. Danny and Sammo stood at the doorway watching Sacha getting his protein supplement. I sighed once I finished ejaculating in his mouth.

"Very tasty!" Sacha announced with a big grin on his face.

I leaned forward to kiss him. "Glad you think so you horny little boy."

I stood and stretched as Danny, Sacha, and Sammo laughed. I headed for the shower with Sacha following me. I enjoyed washing him from head to foot especially cleaning his growing equipment. Sacha was hung for a 12 year old. Six inches soft and eight hard. What I liked about it was that it was a slender cock for being so long. I'm really not into fat cocks but will play with them just to be fair. After getting dried off we went into the main room. I sat down and had some coffee as Sacha began exploring the suite we had gotten. When Sacha came back I announced the plans for the day.

"Let's get dressed, go get breakfast, and take Sacha out to see the town. We'll get him some more clothes as well," I said.

That was agreed to unanimously. The first stop was the hotel restaurant for breakfast that I thought was exceptionally good. The others agreed as well and so did Sacha. He was impressed that you could order anything you wanted from a menu and get it quick. I was beginning to see things from his view of the world and appreciated all the more that I lived in the freest country in the world. Since 9/11/01 I had learned all over again what freedoms I did enjoy and appreciated them even more. A lot of my Seal friends both retired and active were lot busier than ever trying to hunt down the bastards and make them pay. I hoped they would succeed. I itched for revenge as well. But I had much more important things to deal with at the moment.

We started out and did most of the big tourist spots. I can tell you for a fact that the American Spirit was alive and well. The flag was out in all of its glory being proudly displayed in front of every place we saw. The sight impressed Sacha. It moved Danny and me emotionally as well. We took Sacha to the world famous Macy*s department store for more clothes. Sacha was extremely impressed with the fact that a person could walk in off the street and get anything they wanted in moments.

A lot of the stuff he saw was new and strange to him. Take portable CD players for example. To you and me they are fairly common to be walking down the street with one listening to whatever music we like. Sacha had never seen one or tried one. It was something new and strange to him plus the fact that they were available just about anyplace you went into. I got one for him and got a few CD's with traditional Russian music on them so he could try it out. Sammo offered to let Sacha go through his CD library and try out any CD that appealed to him. I don't think Sacha knew just what he was agreeing to when Sammo made his offer but I knew he'd find out before long. We went back to the hotel and got Sacha's new clothes squared away in new luggage. Sacha relaxed on the couch plugged into his new portable CD player listing to his music with a smile on his face.

I wondered how he would react to Dream Street when he met them. I really hadn't heard of them so I had gotten their CD while we bought Sacha his CD player and CD's. Sammo put the CD into the player that came with the room. Sacha turned off his portable player and listened to the CD play. Before long he was dancing to the music trying to copy Sammo's moves. Even Danny got into the act. I read the little booklet that came with the CD. All five boys looked really cute. I could feel my cock rise as I looked at their pictures in the little book. The one named Jesse McCartney looked really appealing to me. I imagined him on the bed in front of me bare ass naked. There are times when I hate cell phones and this was one of them when it rang. I sighed as my horny feelings were ruined.

"Hi Mac," I replied after checking the caller ID.

"Hey Dave. Got a number for you to call. They want a first meeting tomorrow around eleven so I told them I'd call you and pass the number so you can call them and set up the meet," Mac said.

"Thanks Mac. Mighty white of you," I said as I copied the number. "How are things out there?"

"Real good at the moment. There are people who are very impressed with l'affaire Radcliff. Be ready for more action coming your way," Mac stated.

I smiled. Our reputation was secure. "Thanks Mac. I'll keep in touch."

I informed everyone what the phone call was about.

"So where is the meet going to take place?" Danny asked.

"I'll know once I call these people," I said, dialing the number.

All the details were settled in a half hour. We would meet at the Russian Tea Room around eleven the next day. I decided to keep it a secret. I knew Sacha would flip when he saw the place. I grinned as I hung up.

"Everything all set?" Sammo asked.

"Yup. We meet them tomorrow," I said.

"Cool," Sammo replied.

We kicked back and relaxed the rest of the day. The television fascinated Sacha since he'd never seen such a good picture or the variety of channels. He surfed the channels checking out the various things that were on at the moment. He stumbled across the last quarter of the Lakers game and we watched it. Sammo explained the game to Sacha as the game progressed. We were ecstatic when the Lakers won the game.

It was late when I looked up at the clock. Sammo and Danny had drifted off to bed. Sacha decided he wanted to sleep with me and he was already in bed when I walked in. He was lying there awake and it was obvious he was thinking about the day's events.

"Are you okay son?" I asked him.

He turned his head to look at me and I could see a tear going down his cheek. I took him in my arms and hugged him tight.

"Nobody's ever called me that," he whispered.

"Well, you'll hear it a lot from me. That's a promise," I said.

He hugged me tighter and I knew I had made him happy. I hoped so. He deserved it. I laid him back down on the bed and stretched out next to him. I began exploring his growing body with my fingers gently brushing the skin. Sacha moaned and closed his eyes. He was enjoying it. I kept it up stopping to tickle an erogenous zone when I found one. I took his senses on a trip causing him more pleasure. I played with his boy nipples, his low hung balls, his very hard cock, and slowly got him worked up.

"Can I.... put it in you?" Sacha whispered.

"Yes," I replied.

I lay on my back and pulled my knees to my head. Sacha rubbed a bit of KY into his hard cock and then pointed the head at my entrance. He slowly pushed himself into me. I enjoyed the feeling of a young cock sliding into me. Sacha stopped once he was completely inside.

"I love this. This is so cool. I'm getting to bond with you. Once I shoot my stuff I'll be a part of you forever," Sacha sighed.

"I will enjoy having you inside of me forever. I'll enjoy having you bond with me," I reassured him.

Sacha began the motions his hips moving back and forth his cock sliding in and out of me. I closed my eyes and sighed in passion. I could hear Sacha pant as he fucked me. I hoped he was enjoying what he was doing. I hoped he was feeling all the good things associated with the act of male intercourse. He was fucking me faster now his body wanting release, wanting to shoot its load into me. I wanted to feel Sacha's young load inside of me.

"Feels so good son. Love you Sacha," I moaned.

"Daddy," he moaned out loud before his orgasm took over.

Sacha cried out in Russian as his body went out of control. I could feel him ejaculate deep inside of me. It felt so good to feel a young boy ejaculate inside of me. I wondered if he had joined with Neil yet. I held his body in my arms as he lay on me recovering from his experience. I gently scratched his back.

"Are you okay son?" I whispered into his ear.

"I feel so good Dad," Sacha whispered back half asleep.

"Can you make it to the tub?" I asked.

Sacha nodded and I guided him to the tub. I filled it with warm water and slipped in behind him. I gently washed his sweaty body clean like a father would his little boy. Sacha lay against me and I could see tears on his face.

"Nobody's ever done this for me," he explained.

"There will be many more times for this son," I said.

He turned and got on his knees. Leaning forward he hugged and kissed me. I returned the hug and kiss. I knew that Sacha had missed out on lots fatherly affection and I intended to make up for it. The boy was starving for love and affection. I finished the bath and got him dried off. I led him back to the bed and pulled his naked body close to mine and snuggled up to him. He sighed once and then went to sleep.

Friday morning.

I woke up and stretched. I sat up and discovered Sacha missing. I got up and walked through the place looking for him. I heard strange noises coming from the other bedroom and I went in there. I blinked at the sight of Danny and Sammo both bound hand and foot to the bed frame. Danny had a look of bliss on his face and Sammo was making goofy faces. I could se something bobbing up and down over Sammo. I watched Sammo's toes curl up as he whined out loud. A moment later he relaxed and sighed.

"What a way to wake up," he said loudly.

Danny just nodded his head. "Yeah. What you said."

The sheet moved to reveal a grinning Sacha. He licked his lips appreciatively as he untied the guys.

"I see you got your breakfast already," I laughed.

The smile on Sacha's face was all the answer I needed. I just shook my head as I headed for my shower. Sacha joined me a moment later.

"I just thought I would make them feel good this morning," Sacha explained. "They seemed to like it."

I laughed. "That they did."

I washed him clean and then myself. Sacha sat on the toilet seat and watched me shave.

"How long before I'll have to do that?" he asked.

I looked at him. "Probably another year or two. Most boys start shaving at 14. Some late as 18 and some as early as 12. It all depends on your DNA cells."

"What are those?" Sacha asked.

"They are special cells inside your body that tells your body when to start growing, when to start growing hair on your face, and when to start the puberty process to turn your body into an adult body," I said.

"Is my condition going to affect that?" Sacha asked.

Now that was a damn good question. Sacha stood just under six foot already so height might not be a problem for him.

"I don't know son. I'll call our friend in England and ask him," I said.

"Okay. So where are we going?" Sacha asked.

"Not sure yet. We are to meet them around eleven and it's nearly that now. Better go get dressed," I said.

Sacha walked out of the bathroom and I turned back to the mirror to finish shaving. By the time I walked into the bedroom Sacha had just about finished dressing. He looked good in the navy blue suit I had bought for him yesterday. He wore a collarless white shirt buttoned at the top with a black stud there for effect. He looked sharp. I followed him out of the bedroom after I dressed. Danny and Sammo looked sharp in their suits as well. We usually dressed casual but when meeting clients we dressed up to impress. It was good business too. As I lead the team out of the room I called the number Mac had given me.

"Steven Parnell," the voice answered.

"This is Dave Logan of Samurai Inc. calling. We are on our way out the door," I said as we walked into the elevator.

"Good. I'll see you at the Russian Tea Room," Parnell said.

"Goodbye," I said and hung up.

We hailed a cab in front of the hotel and I whispered to the driver. He nodded and off we went. I have been driven places before but cab drivers are a whole different breed. They fear nothing not even the cops. This guy shifted into first, popped the clutch, slammed the gas pedal down, and we were off in a cloud of smoke. Sacha's eyes bugged out.

"That was cool!" he exclaimed.

The cabby's face lit up with joy and I quickly crossed myself and prayed to get there in one piece. The man demonstrated his driving skills for Sacha and I swear I must have aged ten years by the time we got there. Danny, Sammo, and I got out of the cab on shaky legs. Normally we don't drive like that unless we have an absolutely positive need for it. Oh yeah, getting shot at and chased does qualify on that very short list. Sacha bounced out of the cab with a huge smile on his face.

"That was fun!" he burbled.

I blinked and shook my head. This kid was something. I turned to look at the entrance. Underneath the ornate red awning we walked on the red carpet and through the golden bronze doors. There was no clue as to what was inside. I opened the door and ushered the team inside. It took Sacha a moment to realize what it was.

"The Russian Tea Room," he breathed looking at me. "You knew we were coming here, didn't you?"

I looked at Sacha. "Yes. I wanted to surprise you."

He smiled. "Thank you."

A cold voice greeted me. "Can I help you?"

I looked up to see a man standing there in a black tuxedo looking at us.

"My name is Dave Logan of Samurai Inc. and we are here to meet some clients," I said to him.

"I shall look in the reservations book," he said loftily.

I pegged him as being an "I'm better than you" kind of guy. He acted like we were beneath him. He stared at Sammo's emerging ponytail and huffed. He then walked back to his podium and looked in the book.

"I am sorry but you do not appear in my book. The McDonalds is just up the street," he informed us while looking down his nose at us.

Shit, this wasn't looking good already.

"Mr. Steve Parnell said he would inform you of our arrival," I said. "Is he here?"

"We do not give out information about our guests," the man snarled.

Just then a middle-aged man stepped up to us. "Is there a problem?"

The host attempted to cut us off but I got a word in first. "Yes. I am Dave Logan of Samurai Inc. and we are here to meet Steve Parnell and some clients. This gentleman was very rude to us."

"My name is Sid. Welcome to the Russian Tea Room. I will be more than happy to help you," the middle aged man said.

"You are not authorized to assist customers," the man said.

Sid turned on the man. "Marcel shut up. I am authorized to assist people who come here by the top himself. If you have a problem with that we can discuss it with Michael. Better yet, I'll call the boss and let him know what happened. Now stand aside and I will help these gentlemen."

Marcel went red with anger and then stomped off. Sid grinned and then looked in the book for my name.

"You're not listed but Steve Parnell is. According to this there is a private room booked under his name. That's got to be your group," Sid stated.

"Thanks Sid. You've been a great help. Never would have gotten past Marcel," I shook his hand.

"Marcel has his ideas as to who should be allowed in here. I know the boss isn't too happy with him," Sid said as he led us through the restaurant.

"That's not good for business," I said.

Sid laughed. "Oh he'll learn. Especially if he wants to keep his job here."

Sacha in the meantime was looking around gawking at the Russian paintings and other objects and not paying attention to where he was going. He bumped into a waiter by accident. The waiter nearly dumped his tray but caught it in time. The man said something under his breath and Sacha turned around to look at the man. Sacha said something in Russian to the man. The waiter looked surprised but answered back. He quickly handed his tray off to another waiter as both of them started talking in Russian and they hugged each other. Now I was really surprised. Sacha grinned at me.

"Danko came from the same village I was born in," he announced with a smile on his face as people around us smiled.

"It is great to meet someone from my hometown," the man said. "I have not been there since I was ten."

"Danko, are you doing anything at the moment?" Sid asked.

"No sir, but I am assigned to a private party in a moment," Danko said.

"Would that be the Parnell party?" Sid asked.

Danko grinned. "Yes sir, that one."

"Good. These gents are to be escorted to the Hearth Room. I need to make a quick phone call and then I will man the front doors until Jill gets in," Sid said.

Danko smiled. "Consider it done boss."

Sid smiled at us and walked back to the front. We followed Danko into the elevator and up to the fourth floor. Danko led us to the left and towards the back. Danko checked a doorway and the motioned us in. I stepped in first and observed five very good-looking boys sitting at a table with adults around them. This had to be Dream Street.

The team lined up next to me on my right as I walked in. The people in the room got quiet and faced us.

"Good afternoon. My name is David Logan and this is my associate Danny and two of my sons Sammo and Sacha. Two of my other sons Shiro and Neil are currently in Arkansas setting up a security detail with other part time associates of ours there. We are the company known as Samurai Inc. We are glad you have called us and hope we can assist you in any way," I said.

A man stood up in a gray pinstripe suit. "Mr. Logan, I am Steven Parnell. You came very well recommended from a number of people. It is my pleasure to introduce to you the group Dream Street and they are Chris Trousdale, Frankie Galasso, Greg Rapaso, Jesse McCartney, and Matt Ballinger." He then introduced their parents and the rest of the group.

As each boy stood while being introduced I felt my cock come to attention. These guys were way cute. I shook their hands and sat down across from them.

"Would anyone like anything to eat?" Danko asked.

"Everything is in Russian," Chris said, trying to read the menu.

Sacha looked at his and nodded. "If you don't mind, I'd like to make a few suggestions."

"Oh ya you read Russian," Greg snorted.

Sacha let is pass and turned to Danko and began giving an order in Russian. Greg just blinked with his mouth hanging open as the rest of the boys laughed.

"Open mouth, enter foot, and close mouth," Jesse chanted.

"He has a bad habit of saying things before thinking," Matt explained.

Sacha grinned. "Just for the record, Dad adopted me last week in Russia."

Everyone in the room applauded including Danko and the congratulations started.

"How long have you been here?" Chris asked.

"We got in yesterday," Sacha said. "There is so much to see and learn about. Life here is very different than in Russia."

"So the stories about Russia are true?" Greg asked. "Long lines for food and things?"

Sacha nodded. "You folks have no idea just how lucky you are having it made here."

"Not everything is golden here, man. There are poor people in this country too. Lots of us in the music business and other areas are doing what we can to help them. We have problems here in this country but we are still a free country and even that rag head can't destroy it for us," Frankie stated.

There were loud verbal agreements to what Frankie said. I reached over the table and shook his hand.

"Anytime you want to go into the Navy Seals, call me. I'll help you out," I said.

"Now there's an idea," Jesse said, getting a faraway look in his eyes.

"What's that?" Chris asked.

"How about we do a video for the song "Dream On" with a big American flag in the background, each one of us in a military uniform, and get a big group of extras in everyday wear or better yet, working clothes like a postal worker, cop, nurse, and so on?" Jesse explained his bright idea.

"Say the word guys and I'll make it happen," Parnell said, reaching for his cell.

"All those in favor say yes, any opposed?" asked Matt.

There were four yeses immediately. Parnell immediately went to work with his cell. I liked the idea myself. That would make a great patriotic video.

I looked up to see Danny starting to work his magic on the parents. Did I ever mention Danny is a first class con artist? Well he is and that was the thing the Navy made public when they drummed him out. They decided to keep the real reason under wraps. No need to embarrass the Navy. Danko arrived moments later with the food. He set large steaming platters on the table in front of us and then set smaller plates in front of each person. Now I understood what Sacha was up to. Danko put champagne flutes in front of each person and poured champagne into them and kept one for himself.

"I would like to propose a toast to Sacha," he said as people stood up with their glasses. "May your new life here be exciting today, tomorrow, and forever, and may you happiness with your new family last a thousand lifetimes."

Glasses clinked and I could see tears on Sacha's face. He was truly happy and it showed.

"Thank you everyone," he said.

Once they all sat down, Chris pointed to the plates. "What's all this Sacha?"

Sacha grinned and pointed to each plate giving a description of what it was. I really never had Russian food before so it was an experience. It disappeared before long and the conversations kept going. I have to say without a doubt the meeting went over very well. There was no doubt that we would get the job.

Saturday

The next meet was scheduled for Saturday morning at the studios where the video would be shot. The video was very simple and it wouldn't take long to do. We showed up at nine in the morning with studio security escorting us there. The people at LBTV studios took their security very seriously checking ID's and things. I gave them an "A" for effort and said so to their head of studios. The man glowed and them made us an offer we couldn't refuse. Five thousand bucks to invade them. I got his number and promised to get back to him. The shoot started right on time and went off perfectly. The whole shoot took two hours at the most. Sacha stayed down on the set and watched while Danny, Sammo, and I talked to the parents once more. It was decided that we would fly out on Monday afternoon. My cell rang at that moment.

"This better be good," I said after checking caller ID.

"Samurai Inc. support services, Rhino calling!" the man chortled.

I smiled. "Mark, what a pleasant surprise! What's up?"

"I just landed at a small airfield fifteen miles north of New York proper with the Samurai jet. Shiro called me and asked me to retrieve it for you and asked me to help you out. Can do, due to a two-week pass for good behavior," Mark explained.

I had to laugh. "Since when have you ever behaved yourself?"

"Oh fuck you very much!" he laughed back.

"The Hilton at Rockefeller Center. I'll call the front desk and add you to the room," I said.

"As in decoration or guest?" he teased.

"Guest. No lunching on the ferns okay?" I said.

"You no fun," Mark grumbled and hung up.

I smiled and closed my cell. The parents looked at me with a question on their faces.

"Another associate of mine from my Navy Seal days. He helps me out every now and then. I still have friends in the Navy and they have helped us out a time or two," I said, thinking back to the Big Bear firefight when Jonathan Lipnicki was our client.

"Nice to have friends when you need them," one father said.

Danny nodded. "Amen to that."

"Okay. So the plan for now is that the guys are to move into the hotel tonight and stay with us. We'll leave for Arkansas on Monday and after the festival is over we'll go to our base in Colorado for some R&R until the boys are due in LA for the Hollywood Bowl concerts," I said.

"For your information, our base is located at the top of a mountain. Three ways to get in. One is to fly, the second is to drive, and the third is to hike in. Hiking in takes too long and we'll know you're coming long before you get there. Driving is also hard unless you are using four-wheel drives. We'll find out about that, too. Flying in is much faster but you need to be cleared before entering our airspace, courtesy of the local Air force base," Danny said.

The parents blinked. "You really take your security seriously?" one asked.

"Yes, very serious. Especially when clients are on site," I said.

"Then I don't have a damned thing to worry about," another father said.

That settled that. I turned my head to look out the window and saw Jesse getting Sacha in front of a microphone in the recording booth. They looked like they were having a good time. I turned around and settled the terms and things and asked for any medical history and got papers signed. Lunch was called around one and we went down to the main floor. The extras, crew, and extra security had left. I looked around to make sure everyone was present. Sacha and Jesse weren't. Danny and I went looking for them after asking some of the guys where they were. Danny and I searched the building and found no clue to their disappearance. Jesse and Sacha had disappeared.

Sacha (Written by Sammo)

Jesse had me in the sound booth explaining what went on in here when he said he needed a bathroom. I realized I needed it too so I followed him in. We did what we needed to and started out when three men burst in on us their guns pointed at us.

"Well well well. This does make it easy for us," one leered at us.

"Let us go and nothing gets said," Jesse said.

"No chance kid. We got paid big bucks to deliver yer ass," the first one said.

I sized him up. Six foot, two hundred twenty, black hair, black eyes, and spoke with an Italian accent. I dubbed him Italian. The second one was five foot eight, very slim, wore jeans and a t-shirt like the first guy but his shirt was colored orange. He got the tag orange. The third guy dressed the same way but wore a Stetson and cowboy boots. He became cowboy.

"Now do what we say and you'll be fine," Cowboy said.

I nodded. This wasn't the place or the time to start something. I had to wait.

"What will we do with this one? The boss only wanted the songbird," Orange complained to the others.

"We'll toss him in as a bonus. I'm sure the boss could make a buck or two from him," Italian said.

That told me a few things. We were destined for a whorehouse or an auction to be sold off into sexual slavery. I had heard of such things from the Professor. I wasn't going to let that happen. They quickly gagged and tied our hands behind us and led us out the door and into a van. They drove out the gates of the studio just as the phone in the guardhouse rang. I had the feeling it was Dad calling them but he was too late. It was up to me now. No problem. I'd make damn sure I'd win. These guys would lose. Jesse looked at me and I nodded slightly. That seemed to reassure him. We didn't go too far. They opened the back doors after a short drive and led us into a hallway and then into a room. They locked the door behind us.

"Make yourselves comfy. We'll be back later for ya!" Orange laughed as they walked away.

I turned around and backed up against Jesse's back and worked on the rope that bound him. I got him loose and he returned the favor.

"So what now man?" Jesse asked.

"We wait for a bit," I said, examining the door.

The door hinges were on the outside. That eliminated that idea. The door was made out of very thick wood, which worked to my advantage. Jesse sat on the floor and sighed. I opened the smaller door inside the room and discovered a bathroom there. No windows to look out of. I made the decision.

"We're getting out in a bit. First I need to explain something to you," I said.

Jesse looked up at me. "What's that?"

It took me about a half hour to clearly explain to Jesse about my unique attributes. He didn't say anything just sat there with a shocked look on his face. I finished my explanation and he sat there silently while absorbing what I had said.

He lifted his head to look at me. "I can't believe someone would be that cruel to you. No wonder you're so happy to be here in the US."

I nodded. "Not only that, I've been given a chance to use my talents for a good purpose. I swore on the graves of my family before I left Russia to do just that." I showed Jesse a tiny little vial that hung around my neck on a leather thong. "This is a bit of earth from their resting place so I never forget."

Jesse nodded solemnly. "As long as they remain in your heart, spirit, soul, and mind, they will never leave you."

Jesse held me as I wept tears of sorrow. I hadn't cried since they died and it felt good to finally release that pent up grief. I finally calmed down and washed my face off. As I emerged from the bathroom the door opened to admit Cowboy. He set plates of food down on the floor. Looked and smelled good.

He smiled at us. "Eat up boys. Tomorrow you see the boss."

I carefully sniffed at the food and didn't sense anything unusual. We chowed down and I checked my Navy Seal team dive watch that Dad had given me. We had been grabbed around one. It was now nearing seven.

"We go in an hour. Want to give them time to settle in a bit," I said.

Jesse nodded. I could tell he was a bit scared but he didn't show it. Good for him. I stretched out and looked at the door planning my cuts. This was something you just don't do half assed and I didn't want to alert those idiots just yet. I sat on the floor and did a few stretching exercises to limber us. Jesse joined me a moment later. My watch pinged right at eight. It was time. I popped the claws out of my right hand and went to work. I could hear the sharp intake of breath behind me.

"Sweet Mother of Mary," Jesse whispered.

I was done with the door in moments and lifted it carefully out of the way. I stuck my head out and checked the corridor and got a scent.

"Let's go!" I whispered.

Jesse stayed behind me as I went down the hall following the scent of motor oil. It was faint barely hours old but it acted like a trail to me. One of the guys must have stepped in it and tracked it down the hall to our room. Doom on them. Then I smelled dog. Doom on me. Well, I'd have to deal with him. We ducked in a doorway and the dog ran past us a second later. I watched him go around the corner and breathed a sigh of relief. Now I had fresh dog smell to follow. We got to the door when the dog started barking.

"Shit!" I swore, knowing the men would be alerted.

I reached for the door to open it and something grabbed me and tossed me away from the door. I stood up feeling like I had downed something really potent. There was a slight smell of burned flesh in the air. I checked my palms. They were burned a bit.

"Sacha! Are you all right?" Jesse yelled, helping me to sit up.

I blinked and shook my head. "Okay, I'm okay."

I realized the door had been wired for electricity and zapped me when I tried to open the door. Damn these guys.

"There's no way out little boy," the loudspeaker said.

"Fuck you!" Jesse and I yelled in unison.

He grinned at me and I knew we'd make it out. He followed me down the hall and to a set of stairs. The oil and dog smell were gone, replaced by something else. Jesse groaned when he realized what it was.

"Sewage," he said. "The city sewage line is close by."

I smiled grimly. "Going to have to do."

"Oh God," Jesse moaned.

The closer I got the more it stank. My sense of smell would be overcome in moments. Then I picked up another smell. Rainwater. A storm drain! I also noticed a thick cable of electrical wires above out heads. I swung my claws at it and sliced them open neatly to expose the actual wire but not cut through them. The rainwater was rising rapidly on the other side of the wall. If I cut through to the right, I'd get sewage. If I chose the left, rain water. Well the rainwater won out and I sliced through the rock wall and the water broke through and started filling up the basement. Jesse and I climbed up into the open drainpipe and discovered it was big enough for us to walk in. I knew it wouldn't be long before the water filled up the basement and got to the wiring. The wiring would short out and shut down the building. Jesse jogged along behind me as I followed the flow of the water hoping to find a manhole to climb out. Luck was on our side and we didn't have far to go.

We climbed out just in time to see a building in front of us go up in flames. Jesse gawked at the sight as I saw the dog run out of the open door. I pulled Jesse into an open doorway as the fire spread too fast. I got a strong smell of gasoline and knew the fire had been set. I could hear sirens in the distance. It was time for us to get out of there. Finding the hotel was easy thanks to Jesse's help. Getting in was fun. Nobody paid attention to a pair of bellhops in uniforms as they pushed a food cart into the elevator to the penthouse area. Dad, Danny, and another man greeted us with guns pointing at us when the doors opened.

"Requesting permission to come aboard Dad," I said.

Logan

We got back to the hotel with the rest of the band after they picked up their luggage from their parent's cars. Mark was already upstairs and he could tell I was upset.

"Sacha and Jesse McCartney went missing," I said.

Mark nodded. He whipped out his cell and made a few calls while turning on the TV. We sat there for a long time while the NYPD came and went. It was around six in the evening when the phone in the room rang. I answered it.

"Samurai Inc.," I replied.

"Logan? This is Sheriff Whitewater from Peckertown. I have to inform you that Evans is dead," he said. I turned pale at the news and everybody looked at me. I waved them off as I turned around to face the window.

"Details please," I said.

"Evans took a hostage and forced them to drive to the farm to get John and Carlos. Shiro and Evans had a confrontation and Shiro killed him in a fair fight. Shiro won't be charged. Going down as a training accident," he said.

"Is Shiro all right?" I asked fearing the worst.

"He's fine. Neil administered some emotional first aid to him and he's doing okay. I thought you should know," Whitey said. I sighed. "Thanks for the call." I looked up at Danny and Sammo. They looked worried.

"That was Sheriff Whitewater from Peckertown. Evans is dead but everyone else is okay," I told them quietly out of earshot of the other people. There was no need for them to panic. I reached for my cell and called Shiro. He answered on the third ring. "Hi Dad."

"Are you okay son?" I asked. He sounded like an old man as he replied. "I'm fine Dad. Just wiped out. I take it Whitey called you?"

"He did. Are you sure you're all right?" I asked.

"I'm fine for now. Can we talk when you get here?" Shiro asked.

"Sure. I'm glad you're okay. Just take it easy and talk to Zeus if you need to. I'll see you Monday evening. I love you very much son," I said. I could hear Shiro's voice break on the other end and I wished I was there right then. "Love you too, Dad." He hung up first and I stood there for a moment with the cell phone dial tone buzzing in my ear. I closed the cell and sighed. Shiro was okay and that's all that mattered to me. It was about eight thirty when I heard the elevator ping. Mark, Danny, and I quickly drew our guns after putting Sammo and the other boys behind the large couch. The doors opened to reveal Sacha and Jesse in porter coats with a food cart between them.

"Requesting permission to come aboard Dad," Sacha said.

I closed my eyes and sighed in relief. I hugged both of them and then Jesse's parents were all over him. I sent both to the showers and then checked out the cart they had snagged while Mark called the NYPD and reported them safe. The two of them came out and sat down to tell us what happened.

"Son, surely you are exaggerating," Jesse's father said once Jesse finished talking. I nodded to Sacha. He lifted both hands and popped his claws. There was immediate reaction from everyone. Sacha pulled his claws back in and then told them his story. We then swore them all to secrecy afterwards.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Matt asked.

"Every time," Sacha said.

"Do your other sons have talents like this?" Jesse's father asked.

"Sammo is normal," I said to which Sammo snorted in laughter. "Neil is a powerful telepath and telekinetic and Shiro is Ninja."

"Cool," Chris said. "That would make you guys an awful hard bunch to beat."

"I'd definitely bank on them," Matt said.

"Danny and I are retired Navy Seals. Both of us have trained Shiro, Sammo, and Neil in Seal tactics, weapons, and other skills to augment what natural skills they do have. We have yet to put Sacha through our version of boot camp but we will. As far as I am concerned, Sacha has proved himself tonight by rescuing Jesse. He is now an official member of the team," I said.

"Then I have nothing to worry about. Have a good time Jesse," his parents hugged and kissed him goodbye and left.

There were handshakes and back slapping for Sacha as he was congratulated on a job well done. I'd give him a special surprise later. It was coming up on midnight so everyone decided to crash for the night. I slid into bed with Danny as all the guys decided to camp out in the next room. Sacha and Sammo were there with them so I had nothing to worry. The elevator was locked out as well. It would travel up and down to service the other floors but not stop up here. Danny and I played for a bit and then went to sleep. I hoped the others were behaving.

Sunday

I woke up around ten. Getting out of bed I stretched and felt things go pop a few times. I went to the kitchen to find Mark sitting at the counter with coffee already made. I had my first cup of the day and then sat down next to him.

"Sacha is a very unusual young man," Mark said.

"That I will not argue with," I said once the coffee started running around my system waking up the rest of my body.

Mark grinned at me as Danny walked past us to get his first cup of the day. He poured coffee in his cup and then reached for the refrigerator.

"We're not at home bubba," I said knowing what he wanted.

Danny sighed and sat next to us. "That sucks."

Mark looked at me with a question on his face. I smiled knowing I'd enjoy his reaction.

"Danny enjoys boy cream with his coffee," I said.

Mark grinned. "Who doesn't?"

Danny laughed at my expression as I sighed. Mark got me again.

"Is anybody up yet?" I asked.

Mark shook his head. "Not yet. Been awful quiet so far."

I stood up and headed for the bedroom the boys were occupying with Mark and Danny on my heels. We got the shock of our lives when I opened the door. A full-blown orgy was in process. All the boys suddenly looked at us. Silence hung in the room.

Danny stepped forward. "Who's close to cumming? I need cream for my coffee."

That started the laughter. Greg jumped up and started wanking his six inches as Danny held his cup close to the teenage cock. Greg closed his eyes as the boys watched.

"I'm cumming," he said softly.

This boy had an unusual way of cumming. It didn't explode out. It slowly oozed out in a long streamer of boy cum into Danny's coffee. It finally broke away from Greg's cock and the teen sighed. He curled up in his blankets and watched Danny stir the coffee with one finger and then drink it.

"Yummy! Now I can function," Danny grinned as all of us laughed.

Greg just closed his eyes and began to snore.

"He's out for the rest of the morning," Jesse laughed. "Oh yeah we love to have fun with each other. Not all of us are gay. We just like to have fun every once in a while. Gets us closer together as friends and a band."

He was right about that. All of us when we were home do it too. It brought Shiro and I closer together as father and son when we first met and it had brought all of us closer and stronger as a family and as a team. I got down on my knees in front of Chris and gently pushed him onto his back as Jesse went back to work on Sacha's cock. Frankie wiggled his hips at Mark getting his attention. Matt had Sammo tied up hand and foot.

"I'm into bondage," Matt grinned.

"Then I'll introduce you to someone in Peckertown who's a master at it," I said immediately thinking of Benjy.

Matt went down on Sammo's cock and started sucking off the big Hawaiian boy. Sammo closed his eyes and moaned softly as Matt worked his cock. I started to play with Chris touching and caressing his lean teen body. The teenager snuggled close to me and sighed in pleasure as we started having sex. The room reeked strongly of man boy sex.

It's like aphrodisiac turning us on and driving our sexual desires to satisfy it. Chris and I went into a sixty-nine taking each other's cocks into our mouths and starting to suck each other. I felt something hard and moist poke at my asshole and then slide in. I looked up to see Danny starting to fuck Chris. I spit out Chris's cock and looked up to see Frankie over me. He was the one entering me. I swallowed Chris's cock back into my mouth as I heard Mark moan with pleasure. Frankie's cock slid in and out of me as the horny teen fucked my ass. I feasted on Chris's cock sucking hard and quick. I could hear Danny pant as he fucked Chris. This was perhaps the hottest scene I've done in a long time and it sure felt good to me. A teen cock in my mouth, a teen cock in my ass, and pleasure to boot. I could hear Sacha crying out in Russian and wondered what it was the boy was saying. I could feel my nuts starting to twitch and knew I'd be cumming soon. Sacha was the first to break.

"Cumming!" he squeaked out loud.

That pushed me over the edge and I shot my load down Chris's throat. I felt Frankie's cock jerk and shoot his teen load in my ass. Chris cried out as he came, his teen load going down my throat. I heard a slap of flesh on flesh and I heard Danny growl.

"Squeeze my cock with that tight ass!" he yelled.

I sat up to see Mark fucking Matt up the ass as Matt serviced Sammo's cock.

"I'm cumming," Sammo cried.

"So am I!" Mark panted grabbing the teen around his waist and shoving up into him hard twice.

"I just came into this nice sweet tight ass," Danny sighed as he pulled out of Chris and kissed him passionately.

Sacha lay on his back shivering as Jesse continued to pleasure the boy. He ran his fingertips everywhere on the boy's sweaty body including the erect nipples. Sacha caught Jesse's hands and wrapped his arms around the older teen and kissed him even more passionately. The two of them snuggled up together and relaxed. Matt untied Sammo and helped him to relax. Greg kept on snoring through it all. I had to laugh at it all. I watched the boys relax for a bit.

"So what's the plan?" Jesse asked.

I scratched my chin. "Breakfast first."

Sammo was out the door in seconds. Matt blinked at his sudden departure.

"What was that about?" Frankie asked.

"Sammo loves to eat," I explained.

Matt snorted. "Who doesn't? We're just growing boys."

Sammo surprised us by making a feast fit for kings. I looked at a table surrounded by six very satisfied boys. I heard the door open and saw Greg stumble out.

"Anything left for me?" he asked.

Sammo stood and offered him his cock. "How about a protein supplement?"

Greg gave him the bird as we all laughed. Sammo sat him down and delivered him breakfast while the rest of us went off the showers to get cleaned up. I decided to run a training class for the five guys and Sacha to teach them hand signals they would need to know so we could pass messages in a crowd situation. I'd break them down to partners and have Danny and Mark take a pair each.

I have done this with other clients and it has worked out well. In fact our support club once went to an event in California and they all used the signal method to help apprehend a child rapist at the event. The security guys there wanted to know how the guys did it and they told them. The guy who was in charge of the security event was a former Navy Seal and had recognized the motions. I really do love it when people use the training I give them and it works.

Once Danny, Mark, and I set up a working relationship with Kenny's Security in Peckertown we had put all his boys through training. It stuck with all of them and they use it constantly. That's helped keep problems down to a minimum there. Once they guys all assembled on the couch I started the session. It lasted almost two hours and they all passed. One less worry. I then briefed them of the trip down there and told them a bit of Peckertown. The plan was to stay at Aaron and Haley's farm along with the rest of the performers. The three-day event was to include the Moffatts, Aaron, Dream Street, Powersound, and Billy Gilman.

"Very cool," Jesse nodded.

"Are they...?" Matt left it hanging.

"One of our rules is that we protect client confidentiality. What goes on between us and other clients is never discussed. None of us in Samurai Inc. will ever tell anybody what happened here this morning. It's none of their business. Therefore I cannot answer that question and will refuse to answer that question," I said.

"You guys are really cool dudes," Greg said.

"We try," I said.

"You don't have to. You are," Chris grinned as the others agreed.

"Okay, kick back for the rest of the day. There's a hot tub available outside, Mark went and dropped the privacy screen," I said as the meeting broke up.

All the guys went outside as Jesse hung back.

"Something I need to tell you," he said.

I nodded. "What's that?"

He looked extremely nervous. "I don't want to upset him but he wet his bed last night while having a nightmare."

"Who?" I asked.

He bowed his head and answered me. "Sacha. I'm sorry for invading his privacy."

I put my hand on his shoulder. "He's been through a lot. That's one of the reactions to severe trauma. It will be some time before he settles down."

"Anything I can do to help just tell me man. I like him a lot," Jesse said.

"I'll let you know," I said.

He walked out to the patio and stripped down for the Jacuzzi. I turned to the bedroom where the guys had been in and found Sacha scooping up his sheets and blankets. He looked at me with a worried look on his face.

"Hey what's up?" I asked as I reached for the blankets.

He jerked back but not fast enough as I felt the wet sheets. He looked down at the floor and started to cry. I picked him up and held him close to me.

"It's all right," I said.

"You'll send me back," he sobbed.

"No I won't," I said. "Would you like to know why you're doing this?"

"Yes," he whispered.

I explained about trauma and how it can affect the body and mind. Sacha listened carefully to me and he seemed to understand once I finished explaining about it. I have dealt with enough abused kids in the past to know what I'm talking about. I knew this wouldn't go away overnight either. My next job was to convince Sacha to wear diapers at night until he overcame his nightmares about what happened to him. I decided to wait for later on that.

"Go out and play okay?" I said. "I'll take care of these."

He kissed me on the cheek and ran out to join everybody in the huge Jacuzzi on the patio. I peeked into Jesse's underwear for his waist size and wrote it down. Just for kicks I checked everyone else's and discovered they were nearly in the same range as Sacha. I dressed and went out to the patio.

"I'm running out for a few things. Does anybody need anything?" I asked. I collected a list of things and left. It was definitely going to be a beautiful day but I had the nagging feeling something was wrong. The more I thought of Shiro the worse my feeling grew. Well we would be there Monday afternoon so I would see him then. I said a quick prayer for him and walked into the corner Rite Aide drug store for what I needed. I found a package of diapers in an all size fits all. I just hoped Sacha would be comfortable with the idea. It was just until he had worked out the trauma and then settled down.

I got back to hear the guys singing and practicing their moves. The music was coming from the stereo in the corner. They sure sounded good. I clapped once they finished their number. They turned to me and grinned.

"You liked that?" Frankie asked.

"Perfect harmony guys. You're gonna knock them dead down there," I said.

"We decided to have a little fun since we are the opening act," Jesse said.

"Oh? How's that?" I asked.

"We are going to do one of Billy's songs rap style," Greg grinned.

"Which one?" I asked.

"I Think She Likes Me," Chris replied.

I grinned. "I'm sure he'll like that since he's coming on second."

The guys just grinned at me. I hoped this event would lighten the mood in Peckertown. I was proved right later.

Jessie collected his shaving blades from me later before bedtime.

"The other guys know about Sacha wetting his bed last night," he said.

I looked up. "How did they find out?"

"Logan, it was obvious to all of us. We didn't say anything right then because we didn't want to upset him. Is there something you can do to help him tonight?" Jesse asked.

"Funny you should mention that," I said, and then told him what I had bought earlier in the day and asked him for help.

He grinned. "Be fun to wear diapers again. Let me talk to the guys."

I watched him talk to the guys when Sacha went off to the bathroom. I saw all of them shake their heads no. That was okay. I wasn't sure they would go for it anyway. I'd have to make sure I could find diapers in Peckertown for Sacha. Be kind of fun to play Daddy to Sacha.

We passed the evening watching movies and commenting on them. The trailers for the movie that Aaron and Haley made together appeared announcing the movie coming out on DVD next month.

"That was a way cool movie. I salute those guys for having the guts and courage to make that," Frankie said.

There was a chorus of agreements around the room. Sacha sat on the couch snuggled up to me like any kid would with his father. I could feel his body twitch at the commercial and knew I'd have to get the DVD and show him the movie. So far he was handling things fairly well and hoped Peckertown wouldn't overwhelm him.

Sammo started yawning and I knew he would crash into bed soon. I decided now would be a good time to take Sacha into the bedroom for a private conversation. I stood up and motioned for him to follow. I sat down on the bed after closing the door behind us. I pulled him on my lap and just hugged him tight. He sighed resting his head against my chest.

"Feel better?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. "I don't know what to do about tonight. I know they know I wet my bed last night. They didn't say anything and I was glad of that."

"I have an answer to that problem for the time being. Once we get home to the mountain I will call a friend of mine who is a psychiatrist. He can help you deal with all the bad things you went through. It will take some time. All of us will give you all the support you need. For right now I suggest you wear diapers to bed. It will help keep everything dry and the only thing to get wet will be the diaper," I said.

I could see the sadness and shame in his eyes and my heart broke. I wanted so much to have the power right then to cure him of everything. We didn't say anything for a while. I sat there and held him close to me.

"They will see," he whispered.

"You're afraid they will tease you," I said.

He nodded and sighed. I rubbed his shoulders to try and relax him.

"If they are mature like they should be they won't tease you. I think they will be very understanding. You did tell them about yourself last night and they didn't say anything derogatory or nasty. It will be okay. Trust me," I said.

He looked up at me and I saw trust in his eyes. "Okay."

I just smiled and walked back out to the main room to retrieve the big package I had stashed in a closet. The guys looked at me.

"He went for it," I said.

I grabbed the package and the smaller bag and took them back into the room. Sacha was sitting on the bed waiting for me. I stood him up and undressed him. He seemed nervous so I gently pushed him back onto the bed.

"Let me get you relaxed," I said.

I gently nibbled at his slowly rising cock until he was hard. I slowly licked his balls and made him moan out loud. I took his cock in my mouth and wiggled my tongue against it until his barely emerging pubes tickled my nose. I started sucking his cock pleasuring him. Sacha stretched out and relaxed enjoying the pleasure. I went up and down on his cock until he grabbed my head and shouted something in Russian. I felt his young seed shoot out of his cock and on my tongue. It tasted so smooth and sweet. I continued to suck him until he pushed me away.

"Thank you Dad," he smiled.

I kissed him on his chest and set about putting the diaper on him. I got it set under him and then sprinkled his groin area with baby powder and then taped it closed. I made sure it was nice and snug. He got off the bed and took a few steps around the room to get used to having it on. He pulled his t-shirt and shorts back on. He looked at me and crossed his fingers and opened the door. I followed him out to see all the teens sitting around the coffee table playing cards.

"Hey! Come on over and let us show you how to play poker!" Matt called out.

They sat down and did their best to teach Sacha how to play poker for another hour. The clock struck ten and it was agreed to call it a night. I led Sacha to our bedroom with the guys going into the other one. Mark took the couch once again with his MP-5 lying on the coffee table in close reach. Danny decided to crash with the guys in their room with them so that I could be alone with Sacha. We slipped into bed together after Sacha and I stripped down. We snuggled up together and kissed good night. I held him in my arms as he fell asleep and I hoped his dreams would be pleasant ones this time. He deserved a break from all that had happened to him. I knew he would be dealing with his trauma for a long time and I intended to help him in any way I could. Shiro had dealt with his experiences by pushing himself in training pretty hard, making me worry a lot but he managed to put it behind him. Of course I was there for him all the time and that made a big difference for him. I intended to help Sacha in any way I could and that meant listening to him talk when he needed to talk to me. I hoped that Shiro, Sammo, and Neal would help him by talking to him of their own experiences and hopefully he would understand he wasn't alone in his pain. I just wished I could take it all away from him. I sighed and settled down to sleep. Tomorrow would be a long day for all of us.

To Be Continued

Samurai Inc. 14

We fly to Peckertown and the fun begins. Need I say more? The Moffatts, Aaron Carter, Haley Joel Osment, Powersound, and Billy Gilman guest star. There might even be a surprise appearance by somebody famous!