Eat Me, Please Part 1

Chapter 273

Eat Me, Please

Part 1

 

Mr. Vincent said stirring three cups of the tea and brings it back to the tub telling me to get back into position, said. “Son I didn’t give you permission to leave your spot. I will add to the punishment your Dads is giving you, by adding an extra day without pay to shave each of the girls and the boys without tasting.”

I yelled. “Come on that’s not …” He slapped me hard across the face causing my lip to bled then grab me by the hair and tried to drown me in the tub and pulled me up before I came close to running out of air and threw me against the tub telling me assume the position or he’ll add another day and punishment. We had rehearsed these kinds of punishments; getting smiles for Mr. Bronson and Mr. Wesley which earned him extra brownie points; the moment he placed his self back inside me pounding me hard against the tub. I moaned, and it surprised me, that I actually felt pleasure.

He said. “Where was I?” Taking nice even hard thrusts, placing one hand on my hip and picking up his glass of tea in with the other without break stride. “Oh yes... the tea is like the horny pills, but it made from fresh herbs and spices. Where the other is all chemical, I find that when you drink it works twice as fast when you want to have sex, allowing boys such as Nate and Stanley to regenerate with extra sweet nectar within ten minutes or so. Now for us older guys it about 20 to 25 minutes, and lasts longer then the pills; plus it’s packed with vitamins and nutrients to keep your c**k and heart young and happy.

“Nate and I have found we can have sex for three hours straight or longer, without breaking stride dabbling or tripling the pleasure, which is why he makes a good earner, for both mine and his Dads clients. And why Mr. Tate likes to rent him out, and his boys I mentioned; because they are all experienced in the art of lovemaking whither it’s a boy or girl he has made many of them begging at his feet.

“We all make a nice healthy profit because we can charge more and our clients are willing to pay it no questions asked. After one night or a few short hours with Nate, and these older boys he is putting up for actuation, because he is broke, and has overextended himself. His Dad and I are going to buy as many of those boys we can tonight. No matter what it cost we are going to buy them and Mr. Tate out and put him out to pasture.

“We are also looking for new investors like your selves that would like a nice piece of the action. And think we can drive this premier home because we paid top dollar to make it. Its strictly top-shelf porn and we feel we are going to be making killing off it, Plus we have already found a new director and he has helped put this film together tonight, he hates Mr. Tate as much as we all do and is only waiting to replace Mr. Tate altogether before he drives us into bankruptcy wanting to put his own spin on it.

“We really want to buy that old geezer out, but if you guys are thinking you might be interested in helping us do it for a nice healthy slice of the pie. I’ll ask Mr. Carrion when we see him downstairs; if we could come to some arrangement. We have the boys and the girls if we combine our resources. We can take this old geezers business and run it for ourselves. Making ten times the money he was making and more.”

They all laughed as they drank the tea, theirs with little extra something special, being as it was the first small dose of many. There was a knock on the door telling us we had 15 minutes. Mr. Wesley told him to f**k off, and Mr. Bronson said. “I think I really like you Lance, and we could be partners, plus the fact you have a nice tight a*s. Well worth the money Dale and I paid to have it. Let’s sit down and draws up a contract, and see if we can come to some sort of agreement.

“Of course we will watch how much you spend tonight. Not knowing if you got the kind of cash to buy the cream of the crop knowing they won’t go cheap; that this right now is an only free sample. Would you like to know something Lance? Do we know where we can find our big pot of money and more? We have been saving it for a rainy day, but this b*****d Mr. Tate needs to go first before we can discuss letting you in our fine little club that can access that big pile of treasure and more things you could only dream of. There are only 12 members and one slot is open right now and some of those members are here some aren’t and a small handful haven’t checked in with us, but with Mr. Tate taken care of, that will make two slots open for you and your partner Mr. Carrion.

“I can’t say more, because we don’t know you, and we are wanting for proof that you have the resources and the money to stand on your own. So lets us come to an agreement for the time being. You help us get rid of this b*****d and we will talk again, but know this if you are screwing with us, and your nothing but a pretender that hasn’t earned his stripes. You’re a dead man.”

Mr. Vincent put out his hand said, “looks like we got ourselves a deal… now let’s go down and enjoy ourselves, send those a*s holes home that doesn’t belong here. So us real men can really have some fun.”

They each dried themselves putting on a robe deciding if it was worth it or just wear a waist robe or just go naked all together since they were just doing a simple meet and greet and have me and Stanley for dessert. Watching the man and white jacket come into the room telling us it was time. Mr. Wesley said tossing a wet towel in his face; “mind cleaning out the tub and refreshing the room… so when we come back… you can f**k off. Oh please bring Mr. Vincent things in here; he will be our guests and Mr. Carrion. When we are done downstairs we will give you our breakfast menu as well as our lunch menu and late night snack. Now excuse me I have some boys and girls I need to see before the actuation.”

He grabs a waist robe and checked to make sure he had his bank card, and checkbook, placing them inside the pocket. No one said anything, even when he turned and said. “What? We are just going to get naked again once the little p***y leave that can’t afford an all-day sucker.” If I didn’t need my checkbook and my card so I can access my money, I’d go naked.” He walked out of the room and went down the stairs as people were coming out of the dining room laughing.

Mr. Vincent and Mr. Bronson did likewise, Mr. Bronson said. “They have already seen us naked on the stage, no reason to be shy around a bunch of Marries and Toms like us. It will be easier to disrobe and have little taste of the boys and girls during the showing of the film; so if you got like we got it, then I say flaunt it. If not they can all go f**k themselves. In my home, none of the boys or girls wears anything but a waist robe. It saves me on clothing them on daily bases and saving me the trouble to make sure they stay clean and healthy for my clients. Then again I live in a warmer climate than this. I only come here for the skiing and to visit with my friends.”

Dad was still fully clothed as he met us on the landing with Jared and the two Vincent boys. They were both wearing a vest with no shirt, and a pair of shorts and barefoot. I looked around the room seeing all the older boys and girls were naked like me, Stanley and Rhoda. Most but not the guys like Dad were still dressed, as they were going to the tables where they picking out a waist robe or a full robe with house slippers; all their plus two's were either naked or still fully dressed.

Dad said. “So how did it go?” Handing us boys and Rhoda a card with our pictures on it and our number to wear around our neck. I whispered in Dads' ear that Mr. Bronson was wearing one of the keys we needed. He looked in his direction as he said. “Well, then we will just have to make sure he doesn’t go home with it.”

Mr. Vincent Said. “Actually it will be mine and our job, considering Nate has an appointment with finding a way to get Mr. Striker to give him his key. I understand that there are a total of 8 keys left but not all of them are here.”

Dad smiled looking around the room. “And do we know who they are?”

Mr. Vincent said. “No, not yet…We're hoping once they get comfortable and start taking off their clothes we might find out,” he said leaning in and pulling us to the side. “Nate tells me that our little ghostly friend said. “That we need Mr. Bronson to help us get to the rest of them, and haven’t worked out how we are supposed to do that, being he is the man in charge, him and Mr. Wesley.”

Dad rubbed his chin. “So we do a little pillow talk and see if we can get ourselves inside there little club.”

Mr. Vincent said. “Yes, but the thing is Robert there is one slot left, but according to them our Mr. Tate held the second slot and they just asked me to kill him to prove ourselves worthy of joining their little club. However, what they don’t know yet is that are about to find out soon that their short four members since we have their keys already. It could be tonight, or sometime soon when they have a meeting. 

"I intend to be at that meeting and I thought if you and I could persuade Mr. Wesley and Mr. Bronson, somehow we can fill the vacancies and take them all down; which is why I had you join our little sex party, getting them to think we are looking for new partners to run the late Mr. Tate’s business.”

Mr. Tate as Stringum and Mr. Kirkland  as Stringum stood on a table and said. “Ok folks here are the rules to get back in the door for the rest of the night. Anyone and mean anyone that has at least 20 million dollars in cold hard cash is welcome. All I need to do is show a bank receipt that says you have at least that. You have 2 hours to call your banker and have the men in white Jackets verify it over the phone that you have it. I don’t need to know how much you got, but if you don’t have at least that much, you are not going in there to bid at the auction only to be laughed out the door wasting our time. When we could be pleasuring ourselves with all these boys and girls you see naked all around you. 

“The starting bid for any of my boys and girls will be two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. I have 8 deluxe rooms left and 15 regularly rooms and 9 even smaller rooms downstairs. The price of each is also on the printout and on the map. Those that are left before the auction is left will be up for grabs to the highest bidder. You will find a list and a blueprint of the rooms on this table, with a robe of your choice and a pair of house slipper for those that don’t like going barefoot which you can take home with you.

“I have also have these nice cards that will see around our boys and girls up for auction, if anyone would like one where all you have to do is show your card and the men in the white jackets will be able to scan the number that will access your accounts instead of writing me a check every time you purchase anything, All I care about is if the funds are there nothing more. It’s between you and your bank; if they are closed and you can’t access it.

“I have two options for you; wake that pricks up or borrows the money from your friends or the banker that too lazy to get out of bed and vouches that your money is good. If you have a lot of money and investments as I do. That b*****d would run to his bank in a blizzard just too keep you happy,” everyone laughed stating it was true.

“I do not care what you do inside these rooms; you can do whatever you like with boy and girls you purchase at the auction. Except maim them, or kill them. I don’t mind a little slap and tickle; as long as the bruise isn’t too deep where I can’t use them. Bruises and dead boys and girls earn no money. Your clients and my clients wouldn’t like to pay for bruised merchandise and the ones that do, won’t pay enough to make it worth our while. They want pretty boys and pretty girls, not ones that look like death warmed over. If I find that you have damaged my fine little crop in my home. The same thing will happen to you or worse.

“Now then you can do what you want with your plus ones, considering they belong to you free and clear. Sell them, beat them and kill them… I don’t care. As long as you take responsibility for the cleanup. If I find one dead body here in my home and you left me to deal with it. My men will take it out on you… trust me, each of my men either in white jackets or black jackets are trained killers. True as you know by now my men and white jackets are good with verbal and signed contracts but make no mistake they are just as deadly. They will not put up with your s**t, because I pay them not too. But if you try to outsmart them or best them in any shape or form. God help you.

“The last rule before let you leave or mingle with your friends is. I don’t care what you do inside once you are past these doors as long as you pay for it. A hand job is always free, either by you or them. But if you want them to do you orally that’s up to them. If they say no, no means no. not until you pay for it. No sex. No sticking your horny little penises or big penis’s inside their little sweet boy p***y’s and that goes for the girls as wells. Again you can do that with your plus twos or each other, I don’t care it’s totally up to you. But if you pay for it you will get a nice little green band to wear around your wrists stating you have paid for it.

“But for the dessert portion you or they are yours to do with as you like, call it a free sample. It's on the house; I want you to try them before buying. I want you to f**k the hell out of them. Have all the penis and a*s you can stomach while you are here, we are all here to make money. This is my event and my rules; which have been the rules at each of our gathers we hold at each other's houses. It’s my turn, and you all accepted my invention like I have accepted your invitation over the years and your rules. We have all been friends and business partners for many years. So let’s have a good time and make some money and tell the world to f**k itself.

“And those that can’t afford it then I don’t know what to tell you, other than. Get the f**k out and learn how the business is run and get your hands dirty. People want what we have to offer or none of us here would be swimming in, living in a big house like this and not caring one tinker’s damn if the world out there hates us, knowing they will be on our doorstep begging to let them in our doors. Paying us to let them have their little indiscretions or sorted affairs in our brothels and our w***e houses, in our strip clubs, or their little private parties.

“They want it, and we give them what they want. If they want little boys to play with they pay for it. They want young sweet innocent girls they pay for it. If they want drugs they pay for it. We are the money makers of today society, but the world sees us rapists and murders. Yet when they want their little fantasy fulfilled. Who do they come to?” Everyone screamed “us." Mr. Tate as Stringum said. “When they want porn mags and movies, who do they come to?” Everyone screamed "us." He then asked. “Who do they pay making us filthy rich?” Everyone screamed "us." He said. “Damn f*****g right they do. Now let us spend some that f*****g money knowing that those people out there will give us more then we will spend tonight.

“You now have two hours, to change clothes, call your bankers. Mix and mingle getting to know each other. Get acquainted with my group of boys and girls, but anything else, you have to do what?” Everyone screamed laughing pay for it. He said. “Oh one other thing, if you would like a private table just for you and your chosen guests with the option of two boys or girls or both or one of each it's your choice, but the price is set at  50  thousand dollars or you can go for option B known as the leftovers, both are just as tasty. But it’s nice to get what you really want first.

“On the board behind me you will find a list of boys and girls that have been already bought for this event with their names and numbers that correspond on the their profile or on the tag cards around each of there necks since many of them are naked for your own close look and what they look like. So touch them… feel their nice smooth skin. taste them if you feel the need, fondle them to your heart's content. Other words kick the tires and look under the hood folks.

“For some of you it will be the last chance you will get; unless you can persuade the one that is holding their temporary or life contract to part with them that it includes the boys and girls on the board behind me, but its your job to outbid that person directly and pay them not me since they had already paid me for their nice private dessert. But just so you know they are all in my care until the bidding is over, and you take them to your rooms, for the night. My men will be watching to make sure you obey the rules I have just outlined.

“However that offer is only good, for two hours, and those two hours begins in 30 minutes. Then the doors will open and you can claim your desserts for the remaining time you have until 2-hour window has closed. Then they will leave to clean up while the tables are being put away and sofas are scooted into place; for the movie and the auction. If you would like a bib too bad, a wet towel or a tongue will have to do unless you have purchased a room that has a shower or a tub.

“Showers and small tubs are only in the small bedrooms with a bed and few treats I have personally picked out. The deluxe rooms are priced heavily for the extra large bathroom and 8 person tubs and shower, sitting room and bar both are fully stocked and large than life bed. And pull out couch or if you would like a sleeping bag that too can be arranged.

“And it comes with a hot breakfast and lunch of your choice, for those that like to sleep late on the house and any verity of snacks you might want from our kitchen up until 3 am. You will see a list here or in room. I wish those that aren’t staying goodnight, there are cars waiting outside when you are ready to leave to take you down to the canyon to a hotel of your choice or to the airport or bus station on your own dime. Until then bon appetit and au revoir, adieu.”