Meeting The Big Boss Part 4

Chapter 233-3

Meeting The Big Boss

Part 4

 

Mr. Tate said. “I have been told that he and his Dad can have sex for three hours non stop man, woman, boy or girl it doesn’t matter unlike our other boys performing with the opposite sex has been a freaking nightmare. I am telling you it’s true. Everyone I have asked said it. I couldn’t believe it, but when 15 people tell me the same story. I got to listen, 3 hours,” counting his fingers.

Mr. Nester looked at us eyed us up and down, said. “Hell no, you are playing me like a fiddle. You have been training these boys without me.”

Mr. Tate said. “You can tell you yourself that all you want. You just saw Mark kiss and I mean kiss. How long would you say was the last time you saw him? I tell you, it was yesterday morning. I have it on film showing his first kiss. Not more than 30 minutes or so. I asked the boys if they wanted to put back on their clothes and they said why? Can you believe it? No one has ever said that before, they usually can’t wait to get dressed the moment I have the shot in the can.

“Look at them, not a single tan line, of courses the lights gone come inside boys so he can see it up-close. I am telling you straight up they are nudists. I have a whole colony of them at my finger tips. You laughed at them when you went to their house on that mountain of fancy cabins. Yet every damn one of them is a nudist; willing to make us all filthy rich for what they do best. Know how soon can we eat were famished? I want Sal to meet his new brother Steve.

“By the way I sold them, Mr. Stringum is bring me the cash and I am drawing up the documents as we speak I’ll have them signed by Tuesday when he comes to tour this summer house with the rest of the money he would have given it to me before we arrived, but we had some issues regarding the boys plane being hijacked and men trying to kill them, plus we worked most the details on the plane ride over here, but the deals done and the cash has been wired to my account and the bank is working on the finial deal with his lawyers who can read the fine print to make sure everything is on the up and up.”

“He is buying every boy, new or old he wants them and I going to let him have them. Trained or not, I don’t care, no more of this gun s**t, it's boring and tired. You can go f**k yourself if you don’t like it. The money is real, Mark bring in the metal suitcases I want your Dad to see that I am telling him the truth. Nate here belongs to Mr. Carrion I mean Steve Price and Mr. Landon Price. He is going to house all my new boys, and Mark and Steve here are going to train them up good and proper. None of this horse s**t you have been peddling.

“It’s tired, and has been… so much that nobody wants to look at it without getting bored, costing us clients and sales. I starting a whole new line of video’s and magazine shots, based on the new material I have been cooking up now that I have the boys and the girls I need that really want to be a star and make a splash. None of the panty waist s**t we have been doing. We are starting with new scenes, new props, the hole nine yards were taking a whole new look. I have a new makeup artist and new crew that going to give me the best high-quality work we have seen in ages.”

Mr. Tate took a seat on the couch out of two. The house was not as big as our cabin not even by half the size. But it was comfortable, with a simple generic living room which was about the size of my bedroom in Heber. Even though it had fireplace that was more for show than a heat source, with white fur rug in front of it and soft fabric couches that could easily six per couch and four chairs that match in gray swayed with large coffee table with large pillows hidden underneath, it said that this room was not only used for entertaining guest, it was used for scene shots, which wasn’t hard to picture seeing large drop down stage spot lights above us.

The kitchen was open with a large dining room table built sturdier then most tables I have had ever seen and wide and long that said sex on the table was something that could be done here. Even the main inland separating the kitchen and the living room was wider and longer then most I had ever seen. It was all currants with large stainless steel appliances with real oak cabinetry and stone tile floor separating the rich cream color carpet that was in the living room. I could smell the spaghetti sauce on the stove and see a large pan of noodles covered setting on the counter. Yet I didn’t see the table settings, which said no one knew when we would be eating.

I had noticed on the drive up to the house just like Mark said miles and miles of nothing but grass and trees going on forever with large white sandy beach that led into large lake as it lapped softly against the shore, harboring a large boat house with several large boats, I could smell the water as it gave life to the air and I could understand the appeal of having a little private inland on the main land. Mark said the place had a large outdoor patio with and pool which they use a lot when they are here, also designed to for film scenes and photo opportunities so I gather. The whole place was designed for it, according to Mark. Plus private living quarters and plenty of storage and what not, plus a viewing area and sound and pictures room, where all the magic happens according to Mark.

Mr. Tate smiled like a cat that had all the best cream as he looked at our naked bodies I could see had a large tent in his pants as he sat openly not caring if we saw it, said telling us to make ourselves right at home indicating he wanted us to sit. “I am giving you a nice retirement party next Saturday Just like you and I talked about. At our annual Halloween party on Saturday due to the big fundraiser, Stringum is throwing on Friday night. That I am told Steve here is going to be the one providing us something special as he is going to be the head Chef providing us some very tasty dishes.

“It's still hard to believe that Steve is only a 16-year-old boy who could easily be passed off as 14 with the proper lighting and makeup. Is the one running the kitchen for this big advent, but Chef Mac and Philips who is my new Chef is amendment about it stating the boys got talent in the kitchen.

“He is a born leader type a guy. Which I have no doubt what so ever and has proven that today by doing whatever it takes, he took down a whole squadron of trained killers with Marks help, turned them into mince meat by the time help arrived and freed my pilot before they could kill them all. However, he didn’t get away unscathed as they were torturing him by going one on one with him and opened up his very tight a*s, As you already know I don’t condone that kind of action when it isn’t warranted without reason, and certainly not in that style of abuse. Granted I like you like nice healthy c**k now and again, but that’s not here nor there to what those cowards did to him and what Pig Face was going to do.

“In fact, he had arranged that a friend of his was going to do a ride along on this trip and tap my boys for free. Stating that you said it was ok, when I told them under no circumstance were they to touch these boys. Unless they paid for it like our clientele, yet you gave them the go ahead is my understanding. I am not sure if was to piss me off, or what. Or was to prove to me that what I say isn’t worth a tinker’s damn; even after I had the money in hand. I swore blood oath and pact with Stringum and Mr. Carrion here that Nate, Mark, and Sal would not be harmed and would arrive safely here. Yet obviously that didn’t happen.

“I paid for your ticket and mine for the big advent on Friday and I expect you to be there. Stringum going to go over all the books and you can sit back and sip margaritas in the sun, watching the money pouring in. You will have minor duties, of course, but you have been talking about quitting ever since when you found out the old queens dead and the new one said go to hell, that they weren’t giving you any more boys, for what has been happened to the old ones under your tutelage. We lost more boys under your mismanagement then we have under mine, by doing it your way for far too long.

“I would have lost Steve and Mark today if it wasn’t for Steve pulling themselves out of the fire and taking it upon them selves to do it. All your men you sent to bring them here are dead, and right now we are investigating to see who is responsible for it. Pig Face was your damn pilot, he took orders from you, and he said you told him he could do whatever he wanted without worrying about my orders. I run things, not you.

“Your job was training, and making sure my boys remained loyal and happy and well cared for. Not beaten up, not used as a f*****g post for every damn Mary regardless if they can pay for it or not. A slap and tickle is one thing. Look at Steve; does it look like he had a little slap and tickle? He looks like some tried to beat the crap out of him. But Steve’s, smart, he has killer instinct bread into him. He over took Pig Face being handed cuffed to his seat and tied down, then when he turned around he freed his self using nothing but a wire he pulled free from his seat, undid the cuffs like escape artist and took care of Pig Face and landed the damn plane himself, while Pig Face wept like baby, thinking he was going to die.

“He was part right, he is going to die, for this. Because I swore a sacred oath to Steve and his Dad, if they paid the ransom no harm would come to them. I told the other pilot who is now getting a huge raise and promotion for heroism and keeping my boys safe. He passed on the message to Pig Face; Pig Face acknowledged it and he called in for conformation. Yet he did what he liked based on your orders, and he admitted it. Now he is in the can under guard, by my new men I have hired using Stringum’s resources. Not trusting any of the old ones who tried to kill me.

“Until I can get back and interrogate them not just him but the ones that tried to kill my two boys in Salt Lake and my pilot who hired and trusted for years to make sure the boys would get here unharmed. And did what we always do switch them out so we could make sure no one knew about our little summer house location. Now I have no choice, but sell this place, to Stringum, the one man besides Mr. Carrion here too run this place once we get things squared away.

“Mr. Stringum took the bull by the horns after that fiasco down at that restaurant that nearly got me killed, by my own men. Like Mr. Pig Face. Look what he did to my boy Steve here, he said you sectioned it. He was quite serious about it, even though I told him that Steve was untouched able, instead, he got a beating he won’t soon forget. By Steve here, and they flew that plane all they way to Saint George. I picked them up and we flew them here. I left the plane down there for the return trip for us. I promised him these boys and I mean all them will be home for that big steak dinner Tuesday night. I don’t care if you wanted them longer.

“He’s paying me ten million large on Tuesday when he comes, and buying me all new state of the art filming equipment for my new films and magazines I putting out in the next few months. He has over 50 billion readers of brand new clients, dying to give me top dollar for my new scripts and pictures. Now it’s been a long hard day I promised these fine boys a nice hot bath and nice meal, and I plan to shoot late tonight to make up for today’s wasted time causing us to be here so late.

“Mark if you wouldn’t mind taking them and giving the grand tour.” He nodded and was about to leave but he didn’t know where Sal was Mr. Tate knew that so he asked fulfilling his promise to him. “Now where’s Sal? I really want him to meet his new brother and his new Dad. If you killed him your dead, I told you over the CB I had the money. I promised Mark nothing would happen to him. I keep my word.”

Mr. Nester said. “He’s in his room, I locked him in it just in case you didn’t come back with Mark as we agreed upon. You know I really hate that you went behind my back like you always do, but if you have the money as promised I can’t argue the fact I am willing to take it. I hope you keep your word regarding my retirement party and my share of the proceeds of this merger. I waited for you get here before I give Mark and Sal and know Steve their new brothers. They are in the holding pins downstairs. I fed them an hour go, I hope you let me sit on there first testing as I have picked out three names.

“I was thinking Peter for the scrawny one, and Joe for the black haired little prick and Steve for the blond hair little biting beast. But I see like always you took that pleasure away from me, how about Nate or Charlie instead?”

Mr. Tate shook his head. “I like Paul and Charles instead of Charlie. It makes him sounds more mature, not some cartoon character. Peters fine, though considering he will be Peter Price instead of Nestor.

“I’ll see to them and make sure they will be ready tonight or first thing in the morning. You didn’t leave any traces that will come back to bit us. I paid you good honest money to make sure of that. I didn’t like how you handled Marks and Sal’s parents. I told you that when you again mismanaged it. What were you thinking I’ll never know? I could have paid ten times that amount you paid them. But you said dirt poor won’t be any trouble since they were living on the streets in a cardboard box, That when we saw the boys we knew if we cleaned them they would be fanatics, plus we could see to their parents have them star in some of our films but again you said no and fowled that up.

“Then when the money run out quickly they wanted them back, and raised the money to give me, but like always you screwed us without thinking. Telling that old f*****g queen to handle it, when I told you to do by giving them either more money or bring them into our family business. Not wipe them off the f*****g map; I should fired you for that alone we don’t kill kids or their parents.

“You knew that up front when you signed on. That old ways needed to be approached differently we either age them or send them packing, Mark dogged and Sal has dogged a bullet more times than I can count. I never liked threatening them like that I told you that. Yet said you would get faster results. But I told you we benefit more if we did my way like I was taught growing up in the church. Like the saying goes you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.

“Oh well, they have better Dad and caregiver now. I am making sure that doesn’t happen again. You are going to sign on the dotted line, take your cut and retire next Saturday. Then I want you out, I want you gone, Mark and Sal want nothing more than to…" he turned to Mark… “Tell him, Mark, while I go get your brother. I really want him to see I keep my promises. I am not a lying c**t like he is. I made sure you got here; I made sure Sal was looked after, and he better not have one single scratch on him.

“He better be just like he was yesterday morning or you can forget the whole deal. No money, no going away party, you will be taking Marks place where you told me to leave him if I didn’t get what I wanted. Now Mark tell your Dad what you told me, tell him every damn thing you want. He can’t touch you, you been bought and paid for. I have the God damn receipt in the money case for all of you.”

Mr. Tate left and Mark slugged him hard in the stomach, told him everything he wanted to say as he beat on him. Dad stopped him before he killed him. Telling him he’s not worth it. Letting him cry his eyes out and beat on his chest like I have many times.

He quickly wiped his eyes when Mr. Tate brought Sal in as he ran to him and picked him in his arms and telling him. How much he loves him and how happy they were going to be. I knew he didn’t believe me or Dad, but he was putting on a strong face for Sal and melted our hearts. We laughed when he asked why were all naked. Telling us his Dad said no pictures or acting today. Like Mark he was a lot older now then the video I had watched seeing being introduced for the first time. He was almost the same ages the Vincent boys around 9 or 10, just like Jason and goes to school with them.

His blond hair was cut and cropped short, and he wore glasses now and was short for his age somewhere around 3 feet or 4 foot tall and scrawny that said he was malnourished, meaning he was skin and bones or had enough padding underneath not show his bones. He looked less feed then Mark which said someone was taking care of Mark, but not Sal most likely because Mark could perform more then Sal could because of his age.

Dad took him and placed him on his lap and said. “Hi, Sal I am your new Dad. No pictures unless you want to. You are going to have to learn that clothes just hide the world, and you are going to be a nudist like your brother Mark.”

Sal said. “Nudist don’t exist here, Dad said so.”

Everyone laughed except Mr. Nester. He said. “They don’t Sal. I have never lied to you,”

Sal said. “Bull. You said Mark was never coming back for me, and here he is and I have new Dad and new brother. You lied every day to us. You said everything was going to be ok, but then you told me Mark was dead and never coming back. You said it not more than two hours ago. You are nothing but a big fat liar and I hate you. I have always hated you; you made Peter and Joe go away. You made everyone go away. Until only Sal and I were still here, beating us and starving us because we couldn’t perform as you wanted. I am not going to suck on your ugly c**k anymore. I am not going to let you stick it inside me either. Mr. Tate said I didn’t have to if I didn’t want too, and I don’t.

Mr. Tate said. “That’s right I did. Now let’s get you cleaned up and I want to take one big happy family picture. I don’t care if you want to do it nude or not, but everyone else is. So you might as well.”

Sal said. “One picture.”

Dad said. “How about two quick pictures, one with your old family and one with your new one; clothes on with your old one and clothes off with your new one. So you everyone can see how beautiful you are.”

Sal said. “Ok, I can live with that. My a*s is sore from Dad and his friends taking turns with me with all those Mary’s today and last night during his private party said I had to do it because we needed me to so I could star in more films now that I was getting older and I could do a lot more.”

Mr. Tate growled at Mr. Nestor. “I told you no one touches him today. I mean no one, I didn’t section a private party here or anywhere involving any of our boys and more so with Sal until I could supervise it. I am cutting your severance check in half for that. Now get yourself cleaned up so we can take the damn family picture that says I care about these boys I have left in your care all these years for your last photo then you can write up your little going out swan song for the final splash page. Then I want you out of here. Until we leave, then you can pack and get the hell out of my house and turn in your keys and mean all of them.

“You can sleep in the streets or some hole in the wall far as I care. Until I make your final arrangements. Now be a good little prick and clean up so we can have a private family party.” He turned his back on him and everyone followed his example that said we are shunning him which was custom in the satanic church even nudist do it when removing them from their colony like in some barbaric couture's Once he left Mark went to change into some clothes. Dad and I and Sal took a seat on the couch; while Mr. Tate set up the room for the final picture. He titled the swan song on the film can. Mark called it a b***h slap, they were both right, but it still didn’t solve our problem, in fact, it complicated it.