I heard chatter in the kitchen the next morning; it woke me. One of Charlie's personal business ventures, as opposed to family business, was a training program for corporate or personal protectors and servers. Those in the program were usually college age or just out of college, very fit and very smart. The boys were usually orphans, or from broken families, poor, and of mixed or other than white race. They learned to cook, clean house, drive evasively, install bugging devices, use all kinds of recording equipment, enter, leave, plant evidence or gather it, and search through stuff without leaving tracks. Uncle Tran did that and Charlie worked on their stealth, fitness and fighting skills in the gym he had had built in his old barn. Their college and living expenses were provided; graduates were highly sought after by those people needing this type of service. As I understand, the graduates were very well paid. Charlie's partner was Tran Nugyen, a kid he had found or rescued in Viet Nam in the mid 60s. Early on, I had agreed to be one of their guinea pigs; it got my home cleaned free and lots of great meals prepared. Uncle Tran or Charlie would plant things, leave things, or give the guys a list of things to look for or find. How quickly they accomplished these tasks led to rewards.
Carlos brought me my breakfast in bed; a rare treat. I sat up in bed and stretched. He took one look at me and laughed out loud. "Mr. Bill, I think you need a shower." There were dried cum clumps in my chest hairs. I told Carlos I would tend to that later and asked him to stay for a minute. I asked him to do a small job for me; we were encouraged to use their services freely. I told him that I wanted him to buy Mike some clothing; I had no idea of what a young guy would like. He needed slacks, socks, shirts, underwear and a decent jacket. I had checked what he had left in a single drawer; it was old and worn. "Ahhh, the young man that is now staying with you?" he asked. I blushed a bit and nodded. "I shall be happy to do that for you today and bring it back later. He is very handsome and big." Carlos was no taller than 5'7" and had not one ounce of body fat. He was a handsome miniature. Today, I noticed for the first time, his tight fitting pants. He had a full basket, or so it seemed. He excused himself and began to gather laundry, etcetera.
I Finished my breakfast and left the crew to do their thing. Telling Carlos I had left $200.00 on my dresser for his shopping, I went over to the gym. I often joined the classes; but, I always was in the last row. Theses were beautiful to watch; especially now that I had begun to develop a "taste" for the male form. Eventually, we broke for lunch. Charlie and I, still in Speedos, ate alone. We talked about Mike's home coming, etc. One would think we had been apart for months, so great was my enthusiasm or need.
Tran had asked to speak to Charlie privately and they moved to the back of the room. When Charlie returned he was very quiet. I noticed that Tran had pointed at me during their conversation but I asked no questions.
About an hour later, Carlos came into the pool area where Charlie and I had settled in to read. He was followed closely by Uncle Tran. I sensed trouble. Charlie stood, walked over to Carlos and slapped him hard across the face, twice and then used just his fingers in a jab under his breast bone. Tran grasped Carlos from behind, taking an arm in some lock-type grip, and forced Carlos to his knees. I can't tell you if it was Carlos or I who was most shocked. "You took money that did not belong to you." was all that Charlie said at first and then he continued with a tone of disgust, "You were warned before. This is your last chance; you will be punished now."
"I took nothing!" Carlos gasped. "I took nothing."
"We have photos; the money was on Mr. Bill's dresser."
I began to say something, but Charlie looked at me and ordered, "Silence. This is not your affair." There was a look in the boy's face. He was angry. He shook his head at me, indicating I should say nothing.
I was unsure.
"You choose to believe me or not; I give you my word; I took nothing."
"Take of your clothes!" Charlie ordered and he sat on a bench. Tran held out a short whip type thing. Again I tried to say something.
"Mr. Bill, please be quiet. Carlito, you are a coward as well, I see." was Tran's taunting response.
Carlos turned towards the door; "You and Mr. Charlie are assholes." He slammed the door. The silence that followed was deafening. Moments later, the door opened and Carlos walked back in. He was naked. "I am not a coward." He walked over to Charlie and taking the whip from Tran's hand, gave it to Charlie. "Make me cry, big man. You think you own this world." Charlie sat on the bench, placed his hand on Carlos' neck and bent him over so that his body was across Charlie's lap.
"NO!" I shouted.
"Mr Bill, this is not your concern." Carlos spoke quietly. "Stay if you wish, but say nothing."
Again I started to speak. Tran's hand went over my mouth and he spoke quietly into my ear, . "Be silent, Sir, or leave."
Whack whacK whacKK WhacKKK WHACKKK... the blows fell fast and furiously. Carlos made not a sound; he did not whimper, he did not exhale loudly, he laid perfectly still and stared at the floor. Welts rose on his beautiful camel colored ass flesh. It turned red so quickly. WHACKKKK WHACCCKKKK WHACCCKkkk; the sound echoed in the room. Tears streamed down my face; I saw them now in Carlos' eyes. WWWHHHACCCKKK WHACCCKKKKK... I watched Carlos stir. His body began thrusting down into Charlie's lap with each stroke of the whip. There was a new expression on his face; one I did not comprehend.
Charlie's face showed even more rage."You lying, sniveling, little fucking cock-sucker!" he roared. Standing, he dropped Carlos on the floor. Carlos' very thick 6" long boy cock was at attention, quivering, and ropes of cum continued spurting from his piss slit landing all over the floor. Gobs of it stood out on Charlie's Marine red bathing suit. "You fagot bastard! Clean that off of me." Charlie was beginning to show signs of excitement himself, his general's weapon stretched the fabric tight. Bending, he grabbed Carlos head and jammed the boys mouth against his body, ordering, "Lick your shit off of me." Carlos began doing just that. He breathed hot, short breaths against Charlie's ever enlarging wedge shaped cock. Soon, the head emerged from the top of the suit, seeking its own freedom. Not touching Charlie, Carlos ate him up. Charlie pushed the trunks down, allowing his man flesh complete freedom. Carlos struggled a bit but swallowed the 10" long cock that was before him. Charlie cried out. "I'm cummmmmmming you cock-sucker. Eat it all." He grabbed Carlos head and held it still; you could see the obstruction blocking his throat. Carlos could not breathe.
"Stop IT, Stop it!" Let him alone you bastard." Charlie let go of Carlos. I broke free from Tran and pulled Carlos to me. My voice shaking with anger and excitement, i screamed, "Why didn't you let me tell him, Why?" I turned to Charlie. "I left the money for him. He used it to buy clothes for Mike. God, I asked him to do it. Charlie, what have you done? Who were you beating? Am I a 'Fagot Bastard" too. With my arms around Carlos, I headed for the door.
"Bill, wait, wait!" Charlie came towards us. The look on his face was like death, he was ashen.
"Get the fuck away from me. Leave us alone." Once in the locker area, I helped Carlos dress.