Samurai Inc

Samurai-06 By David (DAG1064@aol.com)

Author's note: First off, I apologize for not writing something new. Life has a way of interfering with plans, and unfortunately, this was the case here. Thanks to all who have written me with your very nice comments and suggestions. This tells me that the series is well appreciated. The guest stars in this story are not gay to the best of my knowledge. The events depicted are just a fantasy, a product of my imagination.

Samurai 06 "Troubles Abound"

I sighed and surveyed the land from the new enclosed porch of the new manor. We settled up here two months ago, and I really loved it here. I settled back into the easy chair and sipped some hot sake, watching the snow fall gently. This was one of the times I enjoyed best. I was definitely feeling much better now, the hurt that we had experienced at Crystal Springs fading. It all had started the day we came home from California after taking Aaron Carter home. We had been driving down the trail to the ranch when Shiro got a funny look on his face. I had seen that look too many times to know that Shiro sensed trouble. Sammo reacted first, pulling a 9mm hidden in a side pocket by his seat. I reached under my seat and pulled the H&K MP-5 9mm sub gun I had stashed down there and checked it.

"Shiro?" I nudged him gently. Shiro looked at me. "Something or someone has invaded the property." The four runner rounded the corner and suddenly the tree line ended. What we saw was land graded and tree stumps.

"Shit," Sammo swore. I kept on driving, expecting to reach the security gate. Then I saw what was left of it. I pulled onto the property and stopped the four runner.

"Sammo, guard. Nobody in," I said. Sammo got out with the nine in his belt and a MP-5 in his hands. I rolled the car down and around the house. It looked unharmed. Then on towards the kill house. There was evidence that people had been in there. I was getting madder by the second. I turned and headed for the docks and the weight pile. I saw men sitting on the dock and playing with the weight pile. I got out of the car, and surveyed the scene. I raised the sub gun in the air and fired a few shots.

"Anyone left on the dock and in the weight pile in one minute's time will be shot and then arrested and turned over to the cops for prosecution," I yelled. The ten or so men ran towards the tree line as I walked after them. Shiro drove the four runner after them and herded them out of the trees and to the property line. Once they crossed over, Shiro stopped the car. I could see him talking on the cell. I hoped he was getting backup.

"What the hell is going on!" some guy yelled, coming from a small trailer. One of the men told him what was going on. The man walked up to me.

"Who da fuck you think you are!" he roared in anger.

"My name is David Logan. I own the property that your men were trespassing on. I don't know what is going on here, but if you or any of your men cross my property line, they will be busted for trespass," I said coolly.

"I'm calling the cops!" he yelled at me.

"Fine. I'm one of the cops," I said, showing him my Crystal Springs police badge. He walked away and muttered something. It was about a half hour before Bill Franks, the police chief showed up.

"Hello Dave," he said getting out of his car. "Seems we got a problem here."

"Damn right! That idiot tried to kill my men!" the guy said.

"Now Tom, just cool your jets and let me handle things here," Bill said. He motioned to me and we walked away a few feet.

"It's like this. This corporation just bought up all the land here and they want to develop it. Your property was included in the bank sale," Bill said. I was dumbfounded. "Bank sale? But I paid off the property weeks ago!"

"Not according to the bank. They never got your check," Bill stated. I reached for my cell and placed a call to the bank and talked to a clerk there. She confirmed it. I stood there for a long time as it all sank in. The house. The land. Everything gone, yanked away from me again. I turned to face the boys. They could tell it wasn't good news.

"Shiro, Sammo, start packing the house. It's all gone," I muttered. Shiro stepped forward and hugged me, along with Sammo. I turned to Bill.

"I trusted you to watch things for me. I even gave you the number to my private cell to call me in the event of anything. I even trained you guys to fight better, shoot better here at my ranges and kill house. This is the thanks I get," I snapped. Bill was about to say something when one of the construction guys pointed to something in the sky. A military transport was passing overhead and there looked like a bunch of tiny specks coming off it.

"My doing, Dad. I called Uncle Brick," Shiro said. Brick. God, I hadn't talked to him in ages. He got his name in his first firefight when he was a tadpole. A tango ran right into him and promptly broke his collarbone on impact. Brick lifted him off the floor. The guy actually asked him if he had a brick under his shirt. Name stuck ever since. We watched as the dozen specks grew and became men as they parachuted in. They hit the ground and immediately went into combat formation.

"Friends. True friends," I nodded.

"Logan, don't blame me for your misfortunes," Bill began.

"Do you remember giving me your word about safeguarding my property and my boys?" I asked. He hesitated for a moment. "Yeah."

"You failed me, Bill. As of now, I officially quit the department," I said, dropping the badge at his feet. "I'll be sending you a bill for the training time and ammo used." He looked startled. "What? But we had a deal!"

"Did. No longer," I looked at him square in the eyes. "I need two weeks to scout out new property, pack, and move. Nobody enters my property unless I clear them. That includes you. Now get your ass off my property." He looked at me for a long moment, seeing the fire in my eyes, and then turned to leave. He looked at the construction boss.

"Leave him be, Tom. He's got his time," Bill stated, then got in his car and left. I turned to Brick and the others standing behind him.

"Gents, let's get busy."

Two weeks later, we were settled into a new place. It was an abandoned mansion bought by the military for training purposes. They didn't need it anymore, so I got it for a song. Naturally the place needed fixing. Brick and his crew helped me out by renting big move trucks to carry all of my stuff from Crystal Springs to here. The nearest town was called Oakwood, about three miles away. Wasn't a big town, but that was all right by me. I got Sammo and Shiro settled into the school there. I really liked it. It was a small school; all the grades went there. But it was big enough to do all the usual things, which made people happy. Shiro and Sammo didn't waste any time getting onto the wrestling team. The coach had practically gotten on his knees begging them to join. Shiro and Sammo agreed at once, knowing they'd have a shot at their old teammates. Whoever said revenge is sweet knew what the fuck he was talking about. With Sammo and Shiro working out, it wasn't long before the team was fired up. Once the boys had told me about the antique weight lifting gear, I made an executive decision. Renting a truck, I went into Denver and hit my favorite sport shop, leaving hours later with new weight lifting gear and some sports gear, with the promise of returning for more. I know I made ol' Andre a happy man. Calling Shiro on our new cells (a housewarming gift from a very good friend. The old ones finally got cut off in the middle of some hot phone sex with Shiro. So annoying to get cut off before you could cum.) and let him know I was coming into town. The coaches were there, wondering what was up. When people saw what was in the truck, I knew we were gonna be accepted into the community. I promised new sports gear once the weather turned to spring again. It was my dumb luck that the local sheriff was a retired Seal named Mugs.

"You ever need, you holler. I'll be there to cover your tadpole ass," he growled at me. That made me feel good. Mugs was a legend in the teams. He got his nickname because of his unique talent for changing his looks with very simple disguises. He was in his mid sixties, and showed no signs of slowing down. He could have retired completely, but he didn't. He wanted to keep on going, and he found that being a sheriff was the best way to keep helping people. He was very well respected, even by the more unruly teens in the town. The mansion sat on 200 acres of forest, with a small lake off to the side, about a quarter mile from the house. It was two stories, with ten rooms on the top level, and eight on the bottom. The guys didn't waste anytime staking claim on their room. My master was twice the size of my old one. I like space, but this was too much! I'm not complaining. Brick invited some friends to come up and help build a first rate kill house and shooting range. There was one inside the house, down in the basement area. Looking around the huge basement, I had the urge to set up another playroom. Wouldn't be too hard. The basement area had a wall running through the back quarter of it. A section of the wall was a door. Close it, and you'd never know there was a second room there, the wall was a flush fit. I'm gonna get on the soapbox here a minute and say something. People like doing different things in their playrooms, which is fine. But I'm not into giving out pain to make people get off. When I deal out pain, it's for the intent of getting intel I need to do a job right. Isn't nice, but it's how I operate. I enjoy bondage. Two kinds of it. First one is business bondage. It's where I have to tie up nasty folks to keep them from punching your ticket, or others, or whatever they want to do to stop the good guys. Second is pleasure bondage. Using restraints to give somebody sexual pleasure is always a turn on for both of us. I've done it to Shiro and Sammo on a few occasions and they like it. That's what I planned on basing my playroom on. Okay, I'm off the soapbox. Like I said, things were going very well.

One afternoon, I got the call that the Lear jet I had ordered was ready. If I had wings, I'd have flown down to the Seal base in San Diego to get it. Some friends installed some extra goodies into it very discretely. Oh, did I mention that the mansion has it's own airstrip? I didn't? Dear me, I must have forgotten! Seems the previous owner liked having his drugs flown in straight to him. Not smart. Once there, I was surprised to see Brick there.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Here for a Captain's Mast," he said grimly. "Kid by the name of Danny is gonna get shafted for something like what happened to you."

"Talk to me," I said, lowering my voice. Brick gave me the details. Danny "Weasel" Barnes had been caught in bed with a 14 year old boy. When pushed, he admitted to it and at least a dozen affairs with others. The Navy was going to drum him out. He was young, about 28, and about to lose his career. This sucked.

"They plan on discharging him under medical reasons. The better to keep the truth under wraps. Reason I'm telling you this, is because I know of you. Between you and me, I love them little fellers too. I'll talk to the kid and tell him about you. If you stick around long enough, I'll have the MP's escort him down here and put on your plane," Brick whispered. I looked at Brick. I had no idea about him.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"People talk," Brick said, putting a finger to his lips. I nodded. Brick turned and walked off towards the administration buildings to catch a jeep there. I had heard of this kid. Seven foot one, skinny as a rail, with short red hair. He earned his nick by squeezing through a small crack in the wall to rescue an Admiral's wife during a rescue op at a hostile takeover of a bank. Once inside, he did his job, taking out all eight men and saving everybody inside. He earned a medal of Valor for that, and the respect of Navy Seal everywhere. I took the opportunity to go through the plane. It would take me forever to explain what they did, so I won't bother unless time comes to use them. An hour later, I heard a jeep coming. I stepped out of the plane to see Brick in the back seat with Danny next to him. The base commander was seated in the passenger seat. I groaned. It was one of those I had embarrassed a few years ago during a security exercise of his base. He just stared at me. Brick got out and escorted Danny to the plane.

"Danny Barnes, you are now hereby discharged," Brick intoned, handing the papers to the kid as he spoke.

"Get aboard, Danny. We gotta go," I said. The kid just nodded and got on with his bag. I nodded to Brick, then turned to the base commander, a guy I'll call Nod.

"Sir," I said, "I may not be active, but I don't think you would mind if I saluted you out of respect." He looked at me in shock, then nodded as I saluted him. Closing the hatch, I went forward and started the Lear. We were airborne in moments, climbing to 5000 feet. I looked into the back and saw him looking out the windows with an anguished look on his face. I kinda knew what he was feeling, but now wasn't the time to talk. I hoped he would be okay until I got back to the mansion. I checked the controls and reached for the map to confirm my headings. We were golden. Moments later, he slid into the copilot's seat next to me with a cassette tape in his hands. He had a goofy smile on his face.

"Got a tape player up here?" Dan asked. I pointed to the console between us and he pushed it in. Brick's voice came out of the speakers. I had to grin.

"Okay, listen up. Hope yer listening to this, Davie. I just gave all the details to Danny here, and he knows the score. He knows what you guys are about, and hopefully he's agreeing to join ya up. If so, good career move for him. If not, I'll kick his ass later, then yours. That's the deal here. Davie, call me sometime down at the senorita's place, the one we hung Marines off da walls, okay? I'll explain how I know about you and the kid. Now do me a favor and destroy this tape. No need for it to fall in bad hands," he said. Danny grinned as he pulled the tape, pulled the shell of it apart, then soaked it in Zippo fluid and lit it. The tape burned up and the shell melted into one big blob of nothing.

"So, am I in?" Dan asked.

"Not yet. The boys gotta approve you," I said.

"Hope I pass review," he nodded.

"Don't worry. I'm sure you will," I nodded. We spent the next hour or so talking, exchanging life stories, boy stories, and other things. By the time we crossed over into Colorado, he knew everything about Samurai Inc. I swore him to secrecy. The cell rang right then.

"Yo, Shiro. What's up?" I asked.

"We gotta job. Pick up Billy Gilman in Tennessee, the Landers Field. He needs protection. Some nut case is after him," Shiro stated.

"On the way."

We arrived at Landers Field two hours later. Had to stop once on the edge of Colorado for a fuel up, food supplies, and update the air maps. As we came in for a landing, something suddenly set me on edge.

"I got a bad feeling," I said. Danny jumped up and went into the cabin quickly. He responded quick to my feeling, not stopping to ask. No doubt he'll work out. I landed the plane and taxied towards the main building when I saw a boy come running out of the building. A moment later, a pair of suits followed him out the door.

"Go boss dude!" Danny yelled. It was all I needed to hear. The boy ran towards one of the runways, toward us. Danny had the hatch open, but left the steps inside. We drew up close enough to see who it was. It was Billy Gilman.

"Billy! Samurai Inc.!" Danny hollered. Billy must have heard, because he changed direction and came toward us. The suits were gaining, and I hoped Billy wasn't tiring. Suddenly I heard a boom at the back of the plane. I hoped we weren't hit.

"Go! Go!" Danny yelled. I looked in the mirror and saw Billy sprawled on the floor. I shoved the stick forward and the plane picked up speed. Suddenly a bright flash lit up the area, followed by a tremendous boom. Someone had tossed a flash bang. Question was, was it Dan, or the tangos? The plane went faster as I started the take off. I heard the hatch slam shut.

"Hit the deck!" I yelled, thumbing the turbo switch. Two seconds later, I was squashed down into my seat as if someone shoved me into it. I heard Billy yell as the plane really took off. I fought the controls to maintain control. Once I leveled off at 2000, I looked back to see Dan putting Billy into a seat and strapping him in. Dan ran forward and slipped into a seat behind me.

"Radar clear, no pursuit," he reported. "We are.... fuck, this can't be right. This thing says we're five miles out." Oh boy. Talk about getting the lead out. This plane was good.

"Let me know when we hit the ten mile mark, I'll take the turbo off," I said.

"We are there in three, two, and one."

"Thanks," I replied, taking the turbo off. Immediately the jet slowed down, the airspeed indicator now reading the proper speed for a Lear. I sighed.

"That was too damn close," Dan said. "I'll check on our passenger." Dan went back and I turned to my flying. This plane was a lot more powerful that advertised, so I was really going to have to read the manual that came with it. Checking the mirror, I could see Dan sitting with Billy, talking to him. The 12 year old looked shaken. I hoped he would be okay. My nerves were settling down again, having been anxious in those moments. I'd be a lot more happier when we got back to the mansion. Somebody was gonna give me some answers. Dan took the seat next to me.

"Billy's fine now. He's taking a little nap," Dan stated.

"Good. Now, what the hell happened on the ground?" I asked.

"The two booms you heard was my favorite insurance policy making it's self known," Dan said, opening his jacket to reveal a huge handgun there. "Gun's a .454 Casull, built by Freedom Arms in Wyoming. My favorite insurance policy." He pulled out the biggest, fucking awesome gun I'd ever seen. The barrel had to be at least eight inches long. "The third and biggest boom you heard was a flash bang. The tangos were pulling hardware on me, the dumb shits." I laughed. Boy had a sense of humor. I like that.

"Oh, I'm sure they appreciated that," I grinned. Danny grinned back. Oh, he was going to work out just fine.

We landed at the mansion about seven, the sun setting behind us. I taxied the plane down the runway and sighed. Hopefully the rest of this job wouldn't be a problem now. I really wanted to know who those suits were. I wanted to sit down with Billy Gilman and find out just what the hell was going on. That was going to wait until later, once I saw Shiro standing there next to the golf cart.

"Hi Dad!" he called out as I got off the plane with Billy and Dan in tow.

"Hi son," I waved back tiredly. Walking around the rear of the plane, I noticed no damage anywhere. That was good. I motioned to the golf cart and the four of us go on. Shiro drove it to the house.

"What's Sammo up to?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Cooking dinner," Shiro answered.

"Oh God," I groaned. "I hope he didn't set the kitchen on fire." Dan and Billy gave me funny looks. I sighed and nodded.

"Just wait, okay?" I asked. Arriving at the house, I expected to see smoke coming from the windows and was surprised not to see any. Maybe Sammo is finally learning how to cook, providing he doesn't clean out the refrigerator first. Walking in, the smells coming from the kitchen were tantalizing. Dan and Billy perked up.

"Oh yeah," Dan grinned.

"Oh God, not you too," I moaned.

"What's wrong? I'm a growing Seal," he smiled. Shiro was rolling on the floor, howling with laughter. I sighed and shook my head. Sammo and Shiro were bad enough by themselves, but get them and a few teens in the kitchen, well forget about finding anything to snack on after they get through. Nothing is ever left behind. Now I had Dan to worry about, too.

"Now don't teach Dan your bad eating habits, Shiro. You and Sammo are bad enough," I yelled.

"Who me?" Sammo emerged from the kitchen, wearing his best innocent smile. That was it for Dan and Billy. Both of them broke out laughing. I threw up my hands and walked into the kitchen. Bad mistake. It was the usual disaster area. I turned around and headed for the bar at the other end of the dining room, reached into the refrigerator, and pulled out a chilled bottle of sake, and poured myself a glass. I drained half in one shot, immediately feeling better.

"Huh. Never seen anybody drink that stuff cold," Dan said.

"First time for everything. Beer?" I asked.

"Sure. Where's the beer truck?" he cracked. I rolled my eyes and sighed as I handed him a cold Bud. The boys went into the kitchen to help Sammo finish dinner. I headed for my office den and sat down in my overstuffed leather executive chair. Dan took a seat on the couch. I handed him the big ring binder containing the after action reports of what had gone down (Samurai Inc. 01-05b) and told him to read. Those were critical for him to read so he'd know what we got involved in. We kept the reports very professional, leaving out very personal detail. Some we had to lie on, because of who the clients were. In the middle of the reports and my surfing the web, we got called to dinner. Sammo truly had outdone himself. Filet of sole, salad, potatoes, mixed vegetables. He really did a great job, and I told him so. Billy and Dan added their own seal of approval by burping. Shiro outdid them both in that department.

"Sorry guys. Shiro here is the current champion," I grinned.

"I'm gonna have to practice then," Dan smiled.

"Good luck pal. Okay, who's got kp?" I asked.

"Me," Shiro answered.

"It can wait for a bit. Let's move into the living room and discuss things," I said. Billy sighed as he sat down. "I'm not sure where to begin."

"Well, who were those nosy dudes chasing you?" Dan asked.

"They work for some real big shot there in Nashville. Seems his daughter got a crush on me and wants to bed me or something," Billy sighed.

"Oh God, drooling girl at it's worst," Sammo groaned.

"Drooling girl?" Dan asked. Shiro explained it. By the time he got done, Billy and Dan were rolling on the floor laughing. I thought back to when it got originated. It had started out as a joke and was now the industry's inside joke between guys. Funny how a joke takes on a life of it's own. I spent another hour briefing Billy and Dan on team hand signals to use when in crowd situations. They picked them up quickly. I glanced up at the clock at some point and saw that it was nearly ten. Billy was starting to yawn.

"Tired?" I asked.

"Yup, sure am," he said in that nice country drawl.

"Know where your room is?" I asked.

"Shiro showed me when I went up to use the cowboy room," he smiled.

"Good. Go on hit the sack. Sleep in if you want," I said.

"Thanks!" he grinned, and then went up the stairs. Dan watched his very nice behind move up the stairs.

"Cute, huh?" I asked.

"Oh for sure," Dan sighed.

"Well, we don't know for sure about him just yet, so play it safe okay?" I asked.

"No problem," Dan grinned, then went up to bed himself. Shiro and Sammo were the next to go up. I followed after securing the house for the night. Getting into bed with the Denver Times, I read the paper for a bit then drifted off.

I was up by 0600 the next morning. I stretched out my muscles, and then hit the bathroom. Pulling on my workout gear, I walked into the hall. I could hear funny noises coming from down the hall. I silently cursed myself, having forgotten to tell Shiro and Sammo to keep it down because of Billy. I walked past their room and discovered they weren't there. Picking up the pace, I walked up to Dan's door and stopped at the doorway. There were two sets of boy feet sticking out from underneath the covers on Dan's bed. I could see two rounded shaped bobbing in the middle where Dan's crotch was. As for Dan, there was shock, bliss, and joy on his face. Billy popped up next to me. He blinked for a moment, and then turned to me.

"What's going on? What's that in his bed?" he asked. Before I could stop Billy, he whipped the sheets back to reveal Sammo and Shiro working on a very erect eight inches of Dan meat. Billy's eyebrows rose.

"Oh cool," he said. He pulled his t-shirt off and then his sweat pants, revealing a very erect nine incher. This 12 year old was very hung. Dan squeaked and pointed. Sammo and Shiro stopped what they were doing and stared. I did too.

"Lord have mercy," I whispered.

"Come here little boy," Dan whispered hoarsely. Billy walked over and straddled the top of Dan's chest. Dan opened his mouth and Billy slipped his cock in there. Dan sucked for a moment or two, then looked down at Shiro and Sammo.

"Back to work!" he yelled. Sammo dived for the large balls as Shiro swallowed the eight inches while Dan slowly sucked the nine inches of Billy meat into his mouth. Billy leaned his head back and groaned softly.

"Just what I needed," he said, rubbing his little teats. My cock came up in two seconds flat. I got behind Shiro and shoved my shorts down.

"Do me Dad!" Shiro pleaded. My answer was to shove my cock into my randy son's ass. Boy, that felt good! I slow fucked until I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Get ready boy," I growled. I started fucking fast and hard. Shiro whimpered and moaned as he sucked on Dan's cock. Dan was in heaven, getting his cock sucked on and sucking cock at the same time. He slipped a finger into Billy's ass, finding the boy's love button. Billy squealed with delight at the pleasure.

"I'm cumming!" he yelled, and did.

"So am I!" Dan managed to get out.

"Yeah!" I groaned out my ejaculation, shooting hard and fast into Shiro, while Dan filled his mouth with prime man cream while receiving fresh young boy cream in his mouth. We collapsed once we were done. We lay there for a bit, getting our energy back.

"That was fun! What else can we do?" Billy piped up a moment later. All of us looked at him.

"Hey, was it something I said?" he asked, noting the looks of lust on our faces as he backed up off the bed.

After having chased Billy around the house, we settled down and got to work. Shiro volunteered to make breakfast, while I gave Dan and Billy the grand tour of our new home. Billy got excited when he saw the recording studio that came with the house.

"Is it set up yet?" he asked.

"No. I need to get some people up here to set up a first rate recording studio for other clients who might want to record up here in privacy," I said.

"That would be way cool," he said. I smiled. "Sure would. Glad it came with the property. I've fiddled with a guitar from time to time."

"You any good?" Billy asked.

"I try," I replied.

"That's what counts," Billy grinned. We walked past the swimming pool, the tennis court, and approached the weight pile. Dan's eyes lit up at the sight. "Cool! Be nice to get back to my training routine."

"I lift every day myself. So do the boys," I stated.

"Huh. I thought it was all the bad guys you ate to stay tough!" Billy cracked.

"Wise guy!" I cracked back. Billy just laughed. We headed back to the house once I heard the dinner bell go off. Shiro had done the usual breakfast thing with eggs, bacon, pancakes, and other stuff. We ate heartily and then discussed plans for the day. Billy wanted to call his agent, so I put him on the untraceable cell. From the sound of Billy's end of the discussion, it didn't sound too good. Finally Billy handed me the cell and walked over to the couch and sat down, anger on his face.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Is this Logan?" the female voice asked.

"Yes, this is. How can we help you?" I said.

"My name is Jane, and I'm Billy's publicist. Billy's been requested for a very important talk show there in Denver and he refuses to do it. I understand the current situation, but this is vitally important to his career. Can you please talk him into doing it?" she asked.

"I'll try, but Billy is right. Too dangerous, especially in light of what happened yesterday," I stated.

"That was Tennessee. You're in Colorado. What could possibly happen?" she countered.

"Anything," I shot back.

"Well, here are the details for the show," she said, quickly rattling off the information.

"Okay, fine. But I'm calling in some extra help, and you cover the bill on that," I stated.

"Whatever. Just get him there," she snapped, and then hung up on me.

"Bitch!" I snarled, slapping the cell down on the table.

"She's gone. I'll make sure Mom and Dad hear about this one," Billy nodded.

"Good. She's on my suspect list already," I said. Billy nodded. "Mind if I go and hang out with the guys?"

"Go for it. I need to make some calls and see if I can get some intel about the place for tomorrow," I said, turning to the phone. Billy ambled out of the room as I picked up the phone. It was turning into a busy day already. That woman certainly didn't win any charm contest with me. Within three hours time, I had a half dozen faxes with info I really could use. Part of it was a map of the studios where the show was to be, the actual studio marked, the dressing rooms, car park, and so on. I promptly filed that in my filing cabinet after making copies for everybody. Never know when the info will come in handy again. I also found out that the studios there gave tours to people to show them what goes on behind the scenes of a film and television studios. I made a mental note to get some sightseer's maps for future reference. I don't like leaving things to chance. Walking towards the kitchen, I suddenly noticed that the house was quiet. That meant the guys were up to something. I walked through the house and then found the guys in Shiro's bedroom. The guys had Billy stripped and naked, stretched out on Shiro's bed, his wrists and ankles tied to the bed. His eyes were closed and he was softly moaning as the guys were giving him a round robin. The sight of the boy's nine inches standing at attention made me excited. I watched the guys rub, touch, caress, lick, and kiss every spot on his body.

"Want to do the honors, Dad?" Shiro asked. Did I? Fuck yeah! Billy lifted his head and grinned lewdly as I approached the bed and got down on my knees. I reached out for his fine boy cock and gently stroked it for a moment. I slowly swallowed each inch, savoring the taste of young boy meat. Billy was moaning and whimpering with pleasure. I felt my pants being pulled down and someone touching my ass. I didn't bother to look, because I wanted to enjoy every second of this magnificent cock. I got all nine inches down and began to suck it. Gently one moment, then vigorously the next. I wanted Billy to remember this blowjob for the rest of his life. Someone's tongue was working on my hole, sending shock waves of pleasure through me. Felt so good. I moved my tongue around the firm, hard boy cock, really enjoying this. I went up and down on it a few times, then slipped it out of my mouth and gently licked at the hairless balls, sucking each one into my mouth. Suddenly I felt cock slipping into me and knew right away it was Shiro. I felt the hard cock slip into me, the ky on it making the entry easy. I turned my attention to the moaning boy writhing in pleasure on Shiro's bed. I slipped Billy's cock back into my mouth and started pleasuring the boy again. Shiro got a bit vocal as he fucked me.

"Take that in your Daddy ass!" he panted. "So close to cumming!" I felt every thrust of son cock in my ass, and then he sighed. I knew right then he came. I could feel his cum shoot into my ass. Then another cock replaced Shiro's. Sammo's voice sounded in my ear.

"Now you gonna get it, Daddy dearest!" he whispered hoarsely. I did, too. Sammo fucked me hard and rough, shoving his cock deep with every thrust. His fists beat out a rhythm on my back as he got closer to his orgasm. Suddenly he was there, panting and crying.

"Yeah, take it! Take my cum in yo tight man ass!" he hollered his cum shooting into me as he fucked harder and fast. I heard Sammo sigh as he eased his cock out of me. "Thanks man, needed that." Then I felt Dan take hold of me. "My turn, boss dude." He eased his eight inches slowly up my twice fucked ass. I paused a moment to take a quick breath of air as Dan pushed himself in. Once he was in and settled, he began screwing me. God, his eight inches felt goo in there. I continued to pleasure Billy's cock with my mouth and tongue. He was getting very vocal now.

"Get me off, please! Gotta get my relief!" he hollered. As Dan started going to town on my ass, I went to town on Billy's cock. I really wanted to taste his juice. Didn't take long, either.

"OH GOD HERE I GO!" Billy screamed out as his cum came shooting out of his cock. Dan growled and shoved his cock in me deep and quick, adding his cum to Shiro and Sammo's loads. Billy's young cream tasted so sweet, it was hard to compare it to anything. I sucked harder and swallowed that boy's load as quickly as he produced it. The gusher slowed down and trickled out a bit more and then that was it. Billy shivered and sighed at the pleasure as I let go of his cock. Dan had collapsed across my back and sighed from his pleasure.

"Fuck, that was good," he said. Who am I to argue with that?

We sat around the living room a few hours later going over the layouts of the studio that Shiro magically produced from the computer. Seems that it turned out that the studio had a web site and had a map of the studio on there. Shiro sat there looking so smug as I glowered at him. Kid thinks he's so smart, finding out what we needed out on the web. Okay, so I can do things with the computer, but when it comes to finding stuff on the web, Shiro is so much more gifted than me. Go figure. Billy sat there and listened to us head shed as he gently pulled on his soft nine inches. He seemed distant.

"You all right?" Dan asked him.

"Yeah. Just thinking about tomorrow. I kinda got a bad feeling about all this. I just hope we're not walking into a trap," he said.

"Well, with the plan I've developed, hopefully nothing will go wrong. I just wish I had more help available," I sighed. "Just do your entertaining bit and leave the rest to us."

"Done deal," Billy smiled. He stretched out on the couch and continued to slowly and lazily pull on his nine inches as I watched. He sure had a nice body for a 12 year old. Dan watched for a few moments, then went over and sat down next to him and took hold of the Billycock. Billy grinned. He let Dan take over his pleasure. Dan stroked the boy's cock while sucking on the boy's nipples. Billy closed his eyes and sighed contentedly. This was so much fun for him. He never knew that male sex could be so much fun. He let Dan stoke his nine inches for a bit.

"Can I.... Slip it in you?" he asked shyly. Dan smiled. "Sure. Gonna be an experience for you. You gonna love it."

"Never done it before, and it seemed like Shiro was enjoying it this morning. I wanna experience it for myself," Billy admitted.

"Well, Shiro can do it to you if you want. He's a bit smaller than me lengthwise and thickness wise," I said.

"Cool. For now, I want to slip it in Dan. He blew me so good this morning," Billy replied. Dan grinned while Sammo ran upstairs for a moment, then came back. He handed a condom and ky to Dan. We listened to Dan explain the purpose of condoms and the ky. Billy nodded as he listened to Dan's explanation. "Can't be too careful these days. Kinda sad that people have screwed up something beautiful for people." Billy was right about that. Here he was just discovering his sexuality, and having to be told about being careful. People have taken something beautiful like sex and really fucked it over for the younger generation by producing porn and other various things. The film that Aaron and Haley had made was far different. It was a film exploring friendship, love, relationships, and then gay sex. As far as I'm concerned, all teens need to se this film, regardless if they were gay or straight. Once Dan was done, he rubbed a tiny bit of ky on Billy's cock, then showed him how to unroll the condom on his cock. He put a bit more lubricant on the condom covered cock, then worked a bit into his ass. Dan draped himself over the arm of the couch, ensuring Billy could reach him okay. Shiro instructed Billy how to approach and slide in. As Billy's young cock entered another man's ass for the first time, he moaned and shivered from the pleasure. Instinct took over and Billy began fucking Dan. There's got to be something said about fucking your first ass for the first time. I wondered what Billy was feeling. His eyes were closed, his head back, his hips thrusting his Billy club into Dan, and he was moaning. He kept going for a few minutes more, and then got a goofy look on his face.

"Something's happening," he groaned. "I think.... I'm cumming." He gasped, his eyes going wide as he shoved his cock into Dan hard a few times. Then he slumped over Dan's back gasping for breath. Shiro and Sammo helped Billy to lie down on the couch. Dan sat down next to Billy and slowly pulled the condom off the youngster's spent cock.

"Is that..... my cum?" Billy whispered, looking at the bulging condom.

"Sure is, Billy boy. It's genuine Billy seed," Dan cracked. Billy smiled dreamily, then turned on his side and drifted off to sleep. Dan tied off the rubber and took it to the bathroom. He came back and lifted Billy in his arms.

"See you guys in the morning," he grinned and then carried Billy up the stairs.

I found Dan sitting in the kitchen the next morning with a smile on his face as he sipped his coffee.

"What you so happy about?" I asked.

"Billy did me twice more last night. I think we got a sex monster on our hands. I did him once," Dan grinned.

"I hope you prepped him right," I said, getting concerned.

"Took about an hour in doing it. I packed a fair bit of ky in him and really took my time in stretching him out with my fingers. He must have liked it, because he shot off twice in the hour," Dan reported. The resilience of youth!

"I lay flat on my back and let him do all the work. Figured it would be best that way, since he knew just how much he could take. Once he got me completely inside him, he relaxed for a bit and then worked my cock in and out of him a few times. Then he got on his side with his legs drawn up. I slipped inside him and slow fucked him for about a half hour to get him used to me and to enjoy the pleasure. Then I rode him hard, both of us cumming at the same time. Boy, did he enjoy that!" Dan smiled.

"Yeah, and I wanna do it again soon as possible!" Billy's voice sounded. We turned to see a naked Billy standing there. He walked over to Dan and sat on his lap, facing him. He wrapped his arms around Dan's neck and kissed him very passionately. He rested his head on Dan's right shoulder. Dan held him close, enjoying the bare skin contact. I smiled and turned to see Sammo and Shiro walking into the kitchen.

"Morning everybody!" Sammo cheerfully said.

"Coffee in the maker on the counter. We could get breakfast in town," I said.

"Sounds like a plan Dad," Shiro nodded.

"Good. It's settled. We are out of here in an hour," I said. Billy hopped off Dan and led him upstairs, Shiro and Sammo trailing them with their respective cups of coffee. I sat and read the paper for a moment, the refilled my cup with coffee and went up to my room to shower. As I passed Dan's room, I could hear cries of passion from the shower. Sounded like Dan had mounted Billy again. The boy was practicing his scales effortlessly. I just shook my head, sighing. Passing the boy's room, it sounded like they were getting hot and heavy in their shower. Damn, this place is turning into a boyhouse (well, I don't know if calling the manor a cathouse is appropriate, since it's just guys here) and I wouldn't change it for the world! I stroked myself off in my shower, thinking of what was going on. After getting dressed, I went out and checked over the van we were going to use. The guys were standing on the front porch as I drove around to the front.

"House is secure Dad," Shiro reported as he pulled the side door shut.

"Good. Hope this goes well," I said. If I had known what was going to happen, I would have never left. Fucking Mr. Murphy decided he was going to join this little excursion. Bastard.

Billy's publicist never showed. That pissed me off. However, studio security cleared us with no problem. They were aware that Billy was going to be there. The talk show studio was well laid out in KISS terms (keep it simple, stupid) and Dan observed that it should work in our favor. The actual taping went well. The audience was well behaved, the host very cooperative. Billy was asked to sing, so I jumped at the opportunity to play guitar. Turned out it was a song I knew, so that worked out real good. Man, could he sing! I resolved to go out and buy his cd later. It wasn't until after the show that things went to hell. Dan was the first to spot the two airport men. Passing the enemy sighted signal, I snapped to, ready for anything. Billy and me casually walked towards the exit to get the van, but it was blocked by a third man. Shit. Not good. I veered off in another direction, taking Billy with me. Ducking into props room, I quickly gave Billy a hat, sunglasses, and a baseball shirt. He put them on quickly as we moved through the studio to another door. Another tango popped up, blocking our path. This one was armed. Shit! Billy moved off in another direction, like he was sightseeing. Things were rapidly going FUBAR (fucked up beyond all recognition) and I was getting mad. Billy and I jogged through the studio, going deeper and deeper. I hoped the guys would be okay. Reaching a door, I opened it and led him through it. Big mistake. The door slammed behind us and I saw a girl with a man holding a gun.

"Hello Billy," she cooed. I turned to see another man with an Uzi pointed at my chest. Fuck. We were dead.

"Tie him up and prepare Billy," she said. The one man waved the gun at me and I had no choice by to comply. My mind screamed at me. Prepare Billy for what? I didn't like the sound of that. The guy cuffed me to the wall and searched he completely. Billy was pushed over to a bed that I noticed in the middle of the room. The two men effortlessly stripped him naked, working together. Billy resisted the best he could, but a gut punch ended that. Moments later he was eagle spread on the bed. The two men took seats by the bed.

"Thanks guys," she smiled. "Why do you resist me? I always get what I want, one way or the other. Give in to me."

"No way!" Billy shouted as she pulled her dress off. She was dressed in some kind of leather teddy outfit. It clicked with me. She wanted Billy inside her. She was going to force him to copulate with her.

"Honey, I want you to help me make a baby for my Daddy. He wants a son, and I'm going to give him one so that the Branford Clan will live on," she cooed. Shit! The Branford Mob! Fuck, fuck, fuck!! Big Roger Branford was not a man to be messed with. We were in big time trouble.

"You see, my Mother made a big mistake by committing suicide, pissing my Daddy off because she didn't want to give Daddy a baby boy. So now you are going to help me do that," she said, sliding across the bed towards Billy. Billy thrashed about, trying to break free. She took his cock in hand and started stroking him off. Billy's cock responded to the stimulation, growing up and hard.

"Oh, Billy! What a magnificent boy tool you have!" she squealed with delight. She slid up and over Billy's hips, positioning herself. At the last second before she pushed herself down on Billy, the ceiling crashed down around us. When the dust cleared, there was Dan, hanging upside down and holding a pair of Casulls in his hands, the barrels parked on the tops of the two tango's skulls.

"Freeze or I kill them!" Dan roared. The girl reacted by getting off Billy quickly and then drawing a .380 from inside her leather teddy and shoving it in Billy's left ear.

"You surrender or I blow his brains out!" she snapped. I noticed that Dan was bleeding from his left shoulder. So did one of the tangos.

"You bleeding, man. You gonna die. Give it up, and we help you," the man taunted.

"Fuck you," was Dan's response. The boy had just earned his spurs with Samurai Inc. He was one of us now. The girl pressed her gun deeper into Billy's ear. "Ten seconds." Then the door opened and a huge man walked in.

I recognized Roger Branford right away. He looked around at the scene.

"What in hell are you doing girl?" he yelled.

"I'm going to give you the son you always wanted, Daddy. He won't cooperate," she said from the bed. He nodded for a moment. "Not this way. Give me the gun and let the boy go."

"Never," she coldly said. He moved so quick I never saw or heard his hand connect with the girl's head. She crashed against the wall as the man took the gun from her. He turned to Dan.

"You can relax, son. These two clowns aren't going to do anything to ya, right?" he said, staring at them. The two men nodded and backed off. They untied Billy from the bed while Dan came down from the ceiling. Billy dressed while Roger uncuffed me from the wall. A few more men came into the room and one sedated the girl while two others dressed as paramedics waited with the stretcher. Another man checked Dan's wound.

"Went straight through. A few stitches to close it up, a few days rest and you'll be fine," he said to Dan. Dan nodded as the bandages were put into place. Roger Branford led the way out of the studio and to the parking lot where cars and an ambulance was waiting. Sammo and Shiro were there, sitting on the ground with their hands on their heads with men standing over them.

"We're okay Dad," Shiro spoke up when he saw me. Roger motioned to the men and they stood down. The two boys walked over to me.

"Are you okay Dad?" Shiro asked.

"Will be now. Kinda curious as to what in hell is going on," I asked Branford. He sighed as he watched his daughter being loaded in the ambulance. "Long story. Goes like this. My wife died in strange circumstances and it severely cracked Stephanie. She thinks I killed her, or she committed suicide. My wife and I had talked about having a son, and for some strange reason, Stephanie thinks that her Mother refused to have a son so she has taken it upon herself to try and get pregnant with every boy she sees. For the last few months, her obsession has gotten worse, so I hospitalized her for treatment. Apparently she escaped and went after young Billy here after seeing him sing on TV once. I apologize for everything, and I will cover the medical bills for your man. In fact, I will cover the bill for Billy's protection."

"Thank you sir, for a very generous offer. I have no problem with that. Good luck with your daughter," I said, shaking his hand.

"Thank you," he said, leaving after taking my business card.

"Gee, drooling girl overkill," Billy said.

"It happens sometimes. Can't let it get to you," I said as we headed to the van.

"I won't. I knew what I was getting into when I got into the music biz," Billy nodded. "Just one of the downsides for sure. Can't do nothing about it either. Sure feel sorry for her though." I sighed. "Let's go home."

We relaxed over the next few days. Billy decided he wanted to relax for a bit before going home to Rhode Island. His family agreed, and he stayed on. Which was fine with me, only problem was that Billy enjoyed going nude all the time. He had us in a continual state of arousal, and he knew it. Shiro, Sammo, and I finally got the chance to sample his delightful ass. He was such a fun fuck. He had a way of moaning at the right moment and getting you super hot before cumming. He rode Dan a few times enjoying the man's cock in his ass. This boy couldn't be stopped, but it sure was fun trying! He bed hopped each night, satisfying himself and us. I was going to hate to see him leave, but fate had other plans. If I had known what the four guys were cooking up for my birthday in a few weeks, I would have run for the hills. But it turned out to be a hell of a good time for everyone. That, unfortunately, is something to be told later. Right now Billy is standing before me in all his glory, his cock drooling precum. So if you all excuse me, I need a little protein intake. Catch you all later.

Samurai Inc 07 "The Birthday Party" Guest stars to be named. Action aplenty, so have those cum rags handy!