Our Next Target Part 3

Chapter 232-2

Our Next Target

Part 3

 

Mark was good as his word as he allowed me to talk to my Dad, telling him I was alright and that Mr. Kenly was bringing home my brothers. He said he that they had just pulled up to the house, I heard Jared yelling for Dad telling him I was in trouble. Dad said. “I know, he’s on the phone and on my s**t list, that I am telling him when I see him tonight I am putting him over my knee and giving a big hard spanking, then I am going to kill Marks Dad and Mr. Tate for putting him and you in danger.” I smiled feeling the warm tingling sensation.

Dad asked me where I was heading I said I didn’t know and neither did Mark, that we were changing pilots at our next stop. That only his Dad and Mr. Tate knew where I was going. He cursed loudly and yelled to Stringum telling him that he going on a hunting trip and his going to kill that man personally.

I told Dad to calm down, but Stringum grabbed the phone asking me if I still had my spare watch. I said. “No, far as I knew it’s on the runway back at Salt Lake with all my clothes.”

He cursed said, “Thank God for Jeff and he better not give me any crap.” 

I didn’t reply instead I said.  "We are about to land.” I said, "Mr. Tate is picking you up Dad sometime tonight,”

Mark said. “Tell him you love him and you’ll see him when he arrives and make sure he has the cash or Dad and he won’t let him even near you.”

I said. “Wait, what cash? Nobody said anything about cash.”

Mark said. “Sorry but I warned you that Dad likes to blackmail my friend’s parents,”

I said. “Just great. Man, I should said no,”

Mark said. “Yea you should have, I would have knowing you should never trust people when they say don’t bring your bodyguards, now hang up, and suck it up.”

He took the phone from me and backhanded me telling me. “You are such an idiot. Twice you could have gone home, but you had to get on this plane with me. Sal could be dead and we both wouldn’t even know about it until it’s too late. I told you and I am telling you again. That this summer house we are going to is out in the middle of nowhere, you can scream to your heart's content. Hell, I and Sal have. Oh God, how we screamed for help. Dad even let us run until our legs fell off and no one came to save us.

“I told you there are no homes anywhere near it, not within walking or running, unless you ran for fifty or so miles then you would be lucky if they were home. Now sit down and fasten your seat-belt. While I cuff you to your f*****g seat until we arrive. Since we are only stopping to change pilots and fill up.”

I did what I was asked and he handcuffed me to the seat. Telling me how stupid I was. I smiled because I had one little edge and that was Jeff as he sat quietly waiting for me to tell him to go and bring help. I had already tried to link with Eli unsuccessfully, But with Jeff beside me it only took an anon second to deliver it at the same time he updated Stringum and Tony giving them coordinates from the cockpit. Mark asked how I could sit there so calmly.

I said. “Because I have been in worst situation than this,” he blinked.

I said. “You don’t want to know trust me.”

He laughed. “I think I got you beat my friend or should I say, my new brother unless your Dad doesn’t have the cash or is willing to pay the ransom for some kid that really is not his. Then again my real parents couldn’t pay it, considering they were so poor we lived on the streets in a cardboard box. They were willing to sell me for less than 3,000 dollars. Just so they could dump me off to Mr. Tate, who turned around and sold me to my new Dad for half a million dollars.

“Which I have had to pay off by staring in smut films and posing nude in catalogs, and letting people rape me over and over again every time they feel the need. Like they will with you, your brothers and your friends and I am willing to bet your Dad will let them. In fact, he’ll ask for a slice of the pie as he bends you over and his sons to get it. The only reason Dad wants you is because your adoptive parents are rich, and you have friends and they are rich.

“Then there is this surprise he is giving us when we arrive. The same surprise my older brothers Joe and Peter got when they were my age. Which was me and Sal as we became instant brothers to them and us; now it’s my turn because like them when I graduate from High School I am going to college and leaving this life behind, with a big oh f**k you Dad.

“Then when Sal reaches our age in a couple of years it will be his turn to get his surprise before he too goes off to college. Leaving someone behind to be used as f*****g post and butt licker and slave to clean up every God damn mess, and make good old Dad happy being forced to bring home our friends so he and every whacked sick’o out there get their jollies off young boys, like us.

“I am not saying it wasn’t fun, not at first anyway. The fun came after you got used to everyone bending you over to stick their dick inside of you, and took turns passing you around like party favor; as you rock their little c***s that taste worst than old rag that has been sitting in the sun too long.

“Trust me I have tasted more penis and licked more butt cracks then you can even imagine, some, not all of them tasted like the flavor of the month. Dads and my brothers even get stale after a while, but if want some free advice, suck them all and enjoy it. Or find a gun bearing down on your a*s.

“Dad will tell you that he won’t do it until you leave the room, but God's truth is he gets off on it and will lie to you every damn time. Sal and I and my older brothers have been shot at so many times. Hell, he almost killed Sal twice. I have scars, hell we all have scars where he grazed us. He and Mr. Tate will kill you and not sweat it, knowing there are more of us to take our place. Which was why I told you to leave your brothers at home because I don’t trust Dad as far as I can spit; he’ll do it ten times out of ten.

“Hell, he’s killed several boys because they couldn’t deal with it. I have had 7 brothers and Sal and I are the only ones left since that old f*****g Queen fell off her throne and got herself killed. But like I said Dad and Mr. Tate have found a new god damn solution and it’s you, and your brothers and friends.

“I owed you one big damn favor for pulling my a*s out of the fire back there. I thought for sure we were all going to die. I only seen you fight that one time and that was on your f*****g knees being only healed two days if that, it was the closest thing I have ever seen to being a god damn miracle.

“Dad too was shocked like the rest of us. The doctors say there is no f*****g way you could have walked. Your legs were screwed up so bad that if you were a horse you be shot and put out of your misery. Every damn doctor said the same thing and there was whole s**t of them, singing the same song.

“Yet you kicked Kirk's butt good and proper and he was the best-trained man personally by Mr. Tate. Yet he didn’t lay one hand on your crippled a*s. Dad was swearing so bad because he lost 200 grand for that fight. I guess he’s getting it back so to speak by blackmailing your Dad to save you your a*s. Personally I rather he didn’t, because I could use a brother like you, fighting for me and Sal. Sorry, but it’s true.

“I hope you can kill Dad; slowly mind you. I do anything if you did that for me and Sal. Hell, I’d do anything you asked without so much as a fuss if you killed the lot of them then marched our little a*s out of the fire. I like to believe Dad when he says my two older brothers went to college when they graduated and did one last film before they went. God, I do.

“But you see Nate, Sal and I had to box all their s**t up, clothes and trophies and everything that was theirs, and we were told to burn it all up. Now I am not stupid, I have asked around quietly mind you. Found out when boys and girls go to college rich or poor. They take their stuff with them; all their clothes for sure and the trophies that mean a lot to them. Everything else they put away until they want it for their own kids, but we were told to burn it all.

Mr. Tate and Dad give us some money for the films and the pictures, and every damn cent I have been rat-holing it way so when it’s my turn I am leaving. I walking off that damn stage and that will be the last of me and Sal. No last film and no big party, knowing what I know now.

“I am will give you the benefit of the doubt because Kirk and everyone says you are an honest guy and won’t rat me and Sal out. That if you can help us get out of this mess we are in. Even though I may be forced to kill you if you don’t perform well like those other boys, I am not saying it won’t happen, not knowing what my Dad has in mind for you, being as your coming late into this mess.

“Whereas most boys like me have been in it since we were 6 and older, that’s ten years verse yours will be considering your looks you could pass for 14 or 15 on a good shoot, which will give you maybe 3 or 4 years depending on if your Dad doesn’t come through. I am betting he won’t, when your not his own flesh and blood, and makes me look like a damn fool for not letting you bring your brothers, and using them as barging chip that would bring your Dad with the cash to bail you all out.

“But God damn it. I owed you a tall one for that, even though you didn’t have to. I know if I was in the same situation I let them kill you if it meant saving my a*s and Sal’s. Sal's a good egg mind you, we have been through a lot together. He’s too nice and wants to please everyone, and Dad knows he can’t do the hard stuff, when it comes to teaching new boys, off the streets. Like you and Eli did with that Benson family.

“The whole god damn church was on it tits ears when they found out you and Eli brought them in so fast beating the odds, that you would fail. When that old f*****g queen was doing her nastiest to make sure that didn’t happen. Man Sal and I wept for joy when we heard she fell off her throne and got herself killed. Because it meant that we wouldn’t be teaching new boys to do be new f*****g posts for all those Mary’s that like a fine piece of boy a*s and young c**k to suck on.

“This new surprise thou is got to be something different because the new Queen told them to go straight to hell. That devil is angry with them and he says no more boys from her. In fact, I don’t expect her to live long because of people like what Dad and Mr. Tate and their sick friends are peddling. It makes them rich. I am told Mr. Tate is rolling in it and big old Playboy magazine is angry because he sells more porn then they do. Hell your flying first class my friend in my Dads jet, He only uses it for those special friends that have the dough.

“Hell me and Sal only get to ride in it when we are with a client of his or Mr. Tate. Everyone else gets the other, and we are considered lucky if we get the window seat while our bodyguards make sure we mind our peas and cues, while our clients are riding first class and take us home with them wearing leash around our necks. Stopping at every hole of a hotel along the way and every backseat filled with smelly garbage and bad breath and body odor that smell’s worst than a gym locker socks. So they can get their little c***s inside us with moderate privacy.

“I tell you Sal and I have been flown across more states and countries and have been in more s**t-hole cities then you can ever dream of. Not for our pleasure mind you, but for every Mary out there willing to pay for it; those that don’t get the knife across the throat and found dead in a gutter.

“Trust me you don’t want to back out on deal from Dad or Mr. Tate and some of their high-end clients. He doesn’t mind a little slap and tickle or a bruise now and again, but you must pay for it first. Oh, look were close to landing I told the pilot to give me a 30-minute warning, a good time to pee while we're in the air if you want too. I’ll walk you back there so you can since you can’t go anywhere while were in the air.”

He came over and unlocked my handcuffs and I said. “Thanks. I am not going to run when the door open so you know.”

He walked me back standing in the doorway watching me pee, he smiled at me as watched me. I was long used to people watching me do my business. I washed my hands as he slipped by me and did likewise and continued on. God, I wanted him to shut up. But he was telling me everything I wanted to know and we haven’t even had sex yet.

He said. “Yea right? I would, knowing that I could kick my butt like you did those goons back there. I only did it so you had to sit there in listening to me, whine and complain. I rarely get that opportunity, being free without my bodyguards. I apologize for hitting you back there, but I wanted to see if you would take it because of Dad and his friends like the rough stuff. Plus the pilot closes the door while flying, and puts on earphones I could scream to my heart's content he wouldn’t care, trust me I have many times. Go head call for help." I remained silent and let him do it. I knew it was true after being in the cockpit of large planes and in helicopters they pilot hears nothing. 

He walked me back and to my seat taking the other one next to me. He apologized and handcuffed me again and continued on whispering in my ear telling me that pilot can’t be trusted that if he sees me not handcuffed he’ll tell Mr. Tate and his Dad. That when we get close the new pilot will come back, and handcuff us both and place a black hood over our heads. Then when we land we will wear it until we almost to the summer house, but that depends if Mr. Tate still is in raunchy mood and tells our driver to keep it on us." I nodded and he continued on right where he left off. I heard Jeff groan inside my head.

“Now Sal doesn’t like the rough stuff… he cries like a frightened little rabbit. Dad keeps him though because the clients like him a lot because he’s young. Which is why I plan to take him with me when I go, knowing the moment I am gone Dad will kill him. I don’t want his blood on my hands, or anyone’s for that matter. Then again I would have killed those mongrels back there if you hadn’t stopped me. And cut off their c***s and balls and chewed them up like candy. Don’t sweat that fact that those morons killed our bodyguards. They would have been f*****g us all the way here and all the way to our summer house over and over again none stop.

“Now don’t get me wrong when it’s done right, and you care about the person. Once the pain is gone, you think it was pure heaven, and I plan to tap your a*s several times tonight and over this little vacation. I am planning to take my time nice and slow as Dad has taught me and my older brothers Joe and Peter tried too if Mr. Tate didn’t get in the way and impatient. The pain hurts like a mother, and last for days, but gets easier and lessons with Dads medicine he gives us when were first starting out.

“Now me and Sal don’t feel anything anymore and they can go as hard as they want. We have had some big ones, bigger than mine, Kirk's and Erik’s. I swear they must have been giant horse dicks. Now don’t get me wrong those hurt like a mother, until you get used it to it. There again Dad tells them to use the special formal KY Gel that deadens the pain, some will, but some won’t. Dad asks us if they did and if they didn’t he charges more to their bill, because it leaves us useless for days sometimes.

“Money lost is something Dad and Mr. Tate don’t forgive, hell I lost money only once and paid dearly for it. I was flogged several times until I passed out, and I still had to perform well. You will learn that just like the girls you need to fake it, with an ‘Oh God Yes!’ and repeating it over and over telling them to ride you like they mean it or go home. The more sounds and screams you make the more money you make and the more notoriety you get. Plus how many times you can perform keeps Dad and Mr. Tate and their friends happy. If they are happy you stay alive if you don’t its curtains.

“Like I said Dad and Mr. Tate have no problem in killing you or selling you which is worst. You would think it would be a blessing, but boys don’t live long. I had two younger brothers sold to this one Mary, then within a week, they were found dead lying in the gutter with their c**k and balls cut off and their throats cut lying naked with the morning trash.

“Dad and Mr. Tate just bought new boys and gave them their names. I don’t remember mine, not my real one; I just remember being locked in a cell in the basement after Mr. Tate bought me from my parents.

“Sal says he does, but I don’t believe him considering he was only five or six at the time. In fact, I didn’t even know Sal until they took the hood off me and him and begin our training. Not that it matters anymore. God, I hope your Dad comes through, but then again like I said I hope he doesn’t because that would mean you and I and Sal will be brothers. I would love to have a brother like you that can kick a*s as you did back there. Sal’s going to die when I tell him.

“Oh, crap I needed to make sure Mr. Tate knows what happened back there. I don’t want Dad mad at us for no reason. I better call before we change pilots considering the other one won’t be so nice, and since you saved his life he’s willing to forgo the necessities. Maybe he’ll help us break free some time and we can get the hell out of this mess, me, you and Sal. And maybe those new fish that Dad has for us to teach.”

I thanked my lucky stars as he stopped talking as he made his phone call and chatted up the pilot until we landed. Jeff too was relieved as he quickly got his new coordinates and made a quick report, mostly because he needed a break from Mark. He should count himself lucky.