Building A Tasty Treat Part 1

Chapter 273

Building A Tasty Treat

Part 1

 

Everyone said yes, as everyone placed their names in the empty cloth bags; while the guys in white and black jackets removed the rest of the unused tables and refreshed our condiments only needing 5 tables for the remaining rounds. It was a little past 11 pm but nobody cared. Mr. Striker took his time picking out the names out of the bags as we were told to stand by our tables.

Stringum cringed looking at the clock noticing how late it was getting. Asked everyone if they would prefer to wait until tomorrow afternoon to show the premier, said if we did that he would allow his fine crop of boys and girls to mix and mingle with the remain guests that have elected to stay over for additional night instead of going out in the storm; allowing them to wheel and deal as they would like, with him and their owners to their hearts content.

Instead of one night, they could have two tonight’s and all day Sunday to see how well they can perform at half the cost of their normal fee and he would give away the deluxe rooms for a minim cost of 30,000 dollars including meals. The smaller rooms he would rent them out for 10,000 dollars also including meals. The other rooms would be free to anyone that wishes to use them. Or for those that would like to leave they can. But with the roads, canyon roads closed for the night. The only hotel is about 20 miles and it’s a dump.

We knew what he was doing. He was trying to give them a chance to kill Mr. Tate wanting them to find his body and wonder which one of them killed him. He was also stalling for time so our men could have time to take down as many of them we can, as well as give our men time to get to those boys and girls they are holding hostage that weren’t here. Then there were the keys we wanted.

We all knew we couldn’t do it all in one night without raising the alarm that they had all walked into a trap. He said. “I know its late guys, and I am sorry, but I will sweeten the pot. The five members of your original group you have personally chosen for this advent will get 70 million dollars instead of 60 million splits five ways and a chance to use a discount of 250 thousand for each boy or girl they purchase tonight from the auction.

“I will also allow you to decide among yourselves who the leader will be in each of the 5 tables. Is that acceptable, or do you prefer to watch the movie or movies tonight rather than spend the time with the boys and girls you would like to see perform tonight in your private rooms to your heart's content? Knowing you could have more time, and make more money among yourselves, by extending your stay?

“The offer will remain on the table for 30 minutes while my men finish setting up for the last 3 rounds. If the majority of the vote is yes; then we will have the auction after we determine the winner of tonight’s game and allow you to claim your prizes and return to your rooms.

“The movie is about two hours long. These games will end approximate 1 hour and 20 minutes; taking us to about 12:30 am and the auction is about 40 to forty-five minutes long. Or the second option is we quit the game, and pick up where we left off tomorrow afternoon, for those that want to continue; however, if that is the case. The prize money will be only 60 million dollars split 5 ways and there will be no 250 thousand dollar discount for those that win the game.

“And for those that are still wish to see more, Then I will allow those for a modest fee to experience what my boys and girls are capable of doing. But I must warn you; this group of boys and girls I have collected are the best you have ever tasted. I have put together three sets of movies inside each of your grab bags. Those same movies will be shown tomorrow night on the big screen behind me. It is my finest work to date, and I think you will be impressed with its quality.

“You are more then welcome to watch them in your rooms of course, and if you would like to see a personal demonstration to see if they are real; or if you have doubts that these boys and girls and the people in my movies are performing with movie magic. I will be happy to have them demonstrate for you that it is real. Trust me what some of these boys and girls can do will blow your mind.

“They have been trained by the best; as you have read their profiles I did not exaggerate the truth. In all my years I have not seen anything like it, but don’t take my word for it. See it for yourself, test them, and take them for a spin. I promise you will not find boys and girls like them anywhere. I have taken the cream of the crop and have saved them just for you. But it’s getting late and an old windbag such as my self needs to shut the hell up so you can decide what you would like to do with the time remaining tonight.

“You now have thirty minutes to decided and talk among yourselves… When you have made a decision take a red or green or a blue poker chip, and place it inside these three empty ice cream containers. Red: Stating you what to finish the games and want to see the movie tonight after the auction…

“Blue: You want too end the game and finish in the morning and go right into the auction; knowing if you do so you are giving up the chance to win 70 million dollars of cold hard cash tax-free. And a 250 thousand dollar discount with a winning auction bid for any of my boys and girls tonight for each of the chosen 5 group members you have chosen tonight up too 1 boy or girl you choose.

“Green; we finish the game and go straight into the auction, collect our winning, go to our rooms for the night. And for those staying the additional night that still have money. We will play a new game we all like known as a little boy blue or blue balls; where you must get as many little boys blue balls into the holes before the other team does. Winning a nice purse of 50 million dollars from me personally and any winnings you might get during the match and we will hold a second auction where you get a second chance to bid for the boys or girls you would like to take up to your rooms for the night.

“Then leave first thing in the morning after a nice hot breakfast. So the time is yours to decide. Red, blue or green and cast your vote.” He stepped away from the table as three of his men quickly placed three large empty ice cream containers and placing the lid on them and strapped them down with tape and cutting a slit in the middle for the poker chip wrote Red, blue and green on the sides and the top of the containers.

Watching the last man open up a case of chips with the colors he had indicating and handed out one of each color per person and had them sign their name and the number from their cards around their neck, so they know they could only cast one vote. Well except for us kids we didn’t get a vote because it wasn’t our decision being we were Mr. Tate’s sex toys. Not even the women like our mothers got a vote. Indicating Mr. Tate was sexes pig when it came to the rights of women.

It didn’t take long to tally up the votes; the majority voted was Green, that we finished the games with a chance of winning the 70 million dollar purse and getting that 250 thousand dollar discount. It didn’t take a genius knowing that they would be crazy to pass up a chance to win 70 million dollars split five ways. However many of them were unconvinced if regarding the canyon roads were being closed or rerouted because of the heavy snows.

Stringum gave them a chance to view the weather report and send someone from their team outside and see for themselves, but they had to be back by the time the round begins or chose another person to fill their place for this round, known as an alternate; Fair was fair we wanted them to trust us, we need them to trust us so they would let their guard down. 

It worked as each member that hadn’t been chosen to represent their group. As there were 5 tables contesting of 25 bad guys we had 35 of those; plus our own set of 10 as they quickly decided which member was going out in the blizzard?  None of us envied them, in fact, the moment they opened the front door they soon turned around, but by that time we had begun round two of the game build your own sundae. Everyone laughed when they came back telling them it was freezing cold and they couldn’t see more than 2 feet in front of them.

My team consisted of only 4 people I knew personally which were Eli, Kirk, Fran, and Cindy. Everyone else was new to me. Two boys from various bad guys plus ones and 3 girls who consisted of the bad guy's mistress or nannies; yet I knew everyone one of our 5 bad guys. Mr. Wesley and Bronson’s the head of our group and Dad, Mr. Holliman and Mr. Vincent. 

Mr. Striker and his group of 5 members consisted of him; Mr. Donaldson, Mr. Fairchild, Mr. Gregory and Mr. Jacobson who had come in late said he was standing in for someone else’s by the name of Harrison Mr. Arnold Harrison one and according to Stringum and our reports he was worse than Mr. Tate…

The rest of my friends were scattered between the other five tables. It didn’t take long for our group of bad guys to come up with a plan. Now that we were limited to 10 people per table; all that meant we had to be creative. We had all kinds of props at our disposal like larger than life foam bananas, cherries and marshmallow we including the straw and the spoon, everything to make a sundae. Dad and the boys quickly got together and within minutes they had a plan.

Dad and Mr. Wesley quickly picked 3 guys and two girls to be the inside of the sundae and the girls were told to grab two of the bananas Mr. Wesley order the girls not in a nice way to insert them in each two of the boys butts having, me Kirk and Eli stand with the girls as the smaller boys got on their hands and knees.

The table began to rotate when the 15-minute count down stated and begin to speed up, as everyone was jumping on the moment they were covered in ice cream, which was ice cold, and very sticky. We all swayed a little loosing or footing, because it was slick and because the speed was increasing.

The remaining boys and girls got on and quickly got on their hands and knees. As someone was covering us and tossing things making it even a bigger mess as the ice cream started to drip down from our hair making it hard to see. The trick of this round was every table had to be different causing everyone to change something in the pattern. But because we were quicker then everyone else did since we only had one person in charge instead of five people screaming at telling them what to do it was a disorganized mess.

I hated the fact I what was about to do as I couldn’t apologize, or it would come off that I wasn’t raised by monsters like everyone else. Stringum and made it clear, that Mr. Tate nor his friends here didn’t care about our feelings. We either obeyed or we were punished or possibly killed. It was how their world worked. Cruel and heartless; you either did it or paid the price.

Yet even monsters have a weakness, which was their plus twos on what or what they couldn’t do, which was having sex if they hadn’t been prepared yet; and wanted to save them for tonight hoping to get a higher bid because they were still considered virgins. None of them were here in this group, I wish I could say that for the others, but I couldn’t. 

I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Since no matter what sometimes tonight those that had bought them for that privilege was going to fix that problem. However, for now, it wasn’t my problem as I cringed the moment I placed myself into another 6-year-old boy, and I couldn’t tell him I was sorry that I was going to rape him, all because I was expected to do it without questioning it. God help me for the choice that wasn’t mine, considering it was a life and death situation, mine and the boys I was going to rape tonight to keep us both alive.

The boy didn’t jerk instead he ready himself as I felt him relax as if he had done this more times then I could care to count. Dad had warned us that tonight of all nights that we couldn’t show any signs of compassion for anyone, or these monsters could smell blood in the water and then we were done for.

One by one we took our places like dominos as each of the five, three boys and two girls knelled in place as the table spun a little bit faster, then all of sudden it started to rise then stop at the top reaching 36 inches off the ground. Then spin as it corkscrewed downward. Watching everyone on the other tables either fall off hitting the ground or fell into a mass of bodies having to rebuild again as their people screamed at them to get back into place. Only to have it rise, spin and drop again quickly.

Stringum as Mr. Tate smiled and chuckled. “Not as easy as it seems is it, boys and girls? Wait until the final round. By the way, you have 5 minutes on the clock to get your sundaes built folks.” However, with some minor adjustment as Mr. Wesley told us all to lock our arms feet and legs and get in tighter. The next time it spun and dropped we had no problem staying on as Dad and everyone else quickly adds the straw, spoon and all the cherries and marshmallows.

While Mr. Bronson and Mr. Vincent add the whip-cream and throwing two large buckets of chocolate sauce right when the buzzer went off and started the counter above us for 6 minutes as we worked as team while everyone either had fallen off and had been disqualified because they couldn’t come to decision on too where their team members needed to be. We won by 1 minute and 32 seconds as Mr. Striker’s team fell apart at the last 1 minute and 15 seconds.