Knocking On Hells Door Part 1

Chapter 276

Knocking On Hells Door

Part 1

Mr. Bronson came over with Terry, Ethan, Hale, and Dan said to Mr. Carrion and me. “It looks like we have some time to kill. And I was thinking that I would like to get to know Nate and Terry a little bit better now that I have seen the premier and some of their latest work. Most of you have met my new boy Ethan who I purchased from Mr. Gregory, as well as Hale and Dan from Mr. Fairchild; hoping that you Mr. Carrion and Mr. Vincent could go over in greater detail about this idea of using my older boys that aren’t here with us in adult filming. I never cared for the idea of retiring my boys at such a young age.

“It seems such a waste of good product after spending years training them. And if Nate could perhaps teach these boys the best way to pleasure my clients back home. I would be willing to pay top dollar for his and your services. Perhaps even consider going into business with you. I don’t have as much money as Mr. Wesley does or nearly enough to run for cadence, nor am I interested in what they have to offer. In fact, tell you the truth, what they have to offer isn’t worth the risk, if any what we have just heard is true, I want nothing to do with it.

“I am no fan of the satanic church business; I think they are nothing more than a bunch of crazy fools, I for one hope that their so-called god, takes them all too hell. But I can not speak for Mr. Wesley, even though me and him have been friends going on 30 years, but that’s his business, not mine. The moment I found out, what Mr. Gregory and Mr. Fairchild did to those poor boys today. I knew that I needed to make sure that these three boys need to be free from men like them for they were facing a true demon from hell its self. 

“As for Mr. Striker, and his friends, I do not want to be anywhere near them. And many of us here are either leaving tonight the moment we secure our victory tonight. Or making perpetration as we speak; now that we know what Mr. Tate and they are planning to do tonight. Many of us are right now, either running scared or looking to see how this turns out. If things go bad, I as we think it will, if Mr. Striker gets those votes and takes the mantle of leadership. We know that our lives are in danger, after what we have wittiness today.

“But until we know for certain who is in charge now that Mr. Tate is dead. We feel we can not leave… Many of us are backing Mr. Wesley thinking he would be a good leader and a wise one; a man of character who has come up from the ranks like many of us, and has offered friendship; whereas Mr. Striker and Mr. Gregory and Mr. Fairchild have not earned our friendship, treating us like fatted cattle. 

"Mr. Tate may have been a snake, and liar and very bad movie producer, but those three are the far worst; which is why many of us are backing Mr. Wesley, and have gathered our resources to ensure he his cadence. Anyway, I thought you and I could do some business, see where it takes us. Providing your interested.

“If you are you know where to find me I am going to mingle a bit and see if I can get Mr. Holliman and his wife to join me tonight. After all, she promised me to make me howl like a coyote, and ride me and my nightstick as I have never been ridden before. Your more than welcome to bring your wife as well that way we adults can have a little fun of our own and my boys here can get to know each other a little better before we leave tonight.

“I have one more request if I may ask, it’s a little awkward. But I heard last night from Mr. Striker and Mr. Holliman that Nate here prepared his boy Larry using that new method I have heard so much about. I was hoping he would do the same for my boy Ethan. And perhaps show me how it’s done. It always makes me nauseous hearing my younger boys scream in such pain before they feel the pleasure we guys get after we have been prepared. I willing to pay double the price Mr. Striker and Mr. Holliman paid up to 20 thousand if necessary so when I take Ethan home he will be a good earner and I won’t have too worried about him.”

Dad said. “Sure why not, it’s not like we are doing anything until the game starts, I was just going suggest that. Let’s say we all meet in my room in about an hour that way my boys can have time to work the room a bit and change into some clothes. Considering you said you wanted them to teach your boys how best to please your clients.

"I for one find it more fun than simply get naked and have sex when we have all this time on our hands until the big game. In fact, you will find that Nate here can be quite the client pleaser which is why I charge extra for him for one night with them. Trust me when I say after that one night they come back requesting him because they have died and gone to haven.

“The only question is Mr. Bronson is, are sure you really want to spend all your money now? Or wait for the auction? If you really want the full experience; may I make a suggestion? You say you want to be far from here with your boys when the madness starts. I for one and Mr. Vincent here do not plan to stay a minute longer once those idiots, choose a new leader. We plan to take all our boys and girls we have come with and purchased, and get the hell out of here.

“We live about 20 miles or so away, and if you are serious of about going into business with us we can give you a detailed plan and see how we might be able to put a business plan together. Rather than spend another dime here for something we already have, which are the boys and the girls we already want. Why pay and addition nights stay when you can have free room and board at our cabin and leave these idiots to their insane devil worship.

“You seem like a decent guy and business partner that could benefit us both. So let’s wrap up our business dealings here and go up to my room, have some lunch and some fun. In fact, let’s call it a free sample and put away our checkbooks. Don’t you think we have spent enough money here? I know I have and I don’t plan to spend a penny more, just so I can have sex with my boys I have already purchased. All my slots are filled, so why bother spending more money on the same boys.”

Mr. Bronson smiled rubbing his chin and said. “You got yourself a deal, Mr. Carrion. Should we say about an hour that should give me plenty of time to pack, and finish up here? By the way, do you have any more of that tea we had last time when we were together? I am fresh out, you must tell me how I can get my hands on some more.”

Dad laughed. “I think we can find a few bags. Considering my two wives here own a store that sells it and of course my husband Mr. Vincent is always looking for clients such as your self that might be interested, but that’s not the only thing we sell, the other items we sell are just as popular with our client’s base here, like that bubble bath and skin oils.

“Tell you what, I’ll let you browse our catalog and try some of our free samples, on one condition. You spread the word that Mr. Striker is going to lose big tonight, our team is going to be the ones taking home that 120 million dollar purse. I bet money on it, trust me, when I say my boys are athletes, just look at Nate here, he works out, and he has won many trophies over the years.

“I have made a killing off people like Mr. Striker and his friends underestimating my boys. Because they are smaller compared to his guys he is putting together. He is my secret weapon, and with the rest of my older boys help we will be smiling pretty when they wipe the smile right of Mr. Striker and his team of idiots.”

Mr. Bronson said. “I would like nothing better to see that man lose. You got yourself a deal.” He shook hands with all of us. And we all parted ways, Dad and Mr. Vincent went to find the rest of our party.

The moment he found Stringum, I heard him say. “Are you crazy?” Dad whispered something in his ear, and Stringum looked at Mr. Wesley and then he looked at Mr. Bronson.

He wasn’t happy, but he liked the idea because everything else we had tried in getting the information we needed so far hasn’t worked. Already people were starting to leave, not wanting to be here a moment longer than necessary, but most of them were only staying for the big game wanting a chance to win that great big purse.

Tony and his men had their hands full. Making sure none of them left without being interrogated and certainly not with their boys they have purchased or brought with them. Mr. Striker was pacing as he kept looking at the clock as he kept his people running to find out when his men are coming. He went nuclear the moment someone had just told him that Colby’s brother still hasn’t been found.

Mr. Gregory and Mr. Fairchild were also in a panic about something, as they quickly informed Mr. Striker that someone by the name of Gray shadow had just sent them a message, watching Mr. Striker crumble the massage in his hand using the other to strangle the messenger. Telling them they had better find that boy or their heads will be on pike decorating his new lawn.

Stringum went over and said. “I take it there is a problem? Or are you just venting your frustration due to the fact your guests still haven’t arrived?” 

Mr. Striker said. “No,” letting go of the messenger. “Just a small inconvenience, they’ll be here long before the deadline, my question is Mr. Stringum have you made your decision as time is growing short. We will not tolerate any delays once they arrive and we take the final vote. Once they arrive and you haven’t made your final decision. You will not be allowed to change it, nor will you be brought into the fold later once I take the thrown. Then once that happens we will deal with you, in regards to your occupancy here.

“We can not allow you to dwell here as a non-member of our society. Our god will not tolerate it, being as this is his house and according to our bylaws. The one who takes the throne inherits this house and all of the properties that the previous Lord and master had from the moment he has left this earth. You, sir, will have to vacate the premise post haste.

“However if you join us, and pledge yourself to our God, you may stay on as caretaker serving me and my guests. Until I die and the next election is held where you can then put your name forward. I can not offer you anything better than that since you have already removed your cadence. Either you’re in or your out, you can not have it both ways. So see to my guest, for it seems that many of them are leaving before the main event.

“We need to make them feel welcome when our Kings and Magistrates arrive. There must be food and wine overflowing and rooms for all of them. For tonight we celebrate the dawning of a new era. Many of them will want company, after a hard long day of travel over many miles. Where are the boys we have seen last night may I ask? I was told they would be here when my guest arrives. Or you refusing my guest the pleasures you and Mr. Tate have promised us?”

Stringum said. “Oh which boys are you referring to? Considering the ones you and your friends laid waste to not more than a few hours ago when you killed Mr. Tate. If you haven’t noticed Mr. Striker most of your friends here have removed them so you can not lay waste to them as well. If you think for one minute that they are willing to just hand you over their boys to you and your friends after what you told us and what you have done today with your own boys.

“Somehow I doubt any of them are willing to let you anywhere near them. If you want boys then you better think about bring some to replace the ones you have laid waste too. I for one will not provide any of mine. Not after what you said you intend to do with them. And as far as my answer goes; my answer is no, and as for me vacating the premises, must I remind you, you have yet to secure the throne. When that happens I will be more than happy to let you have this place. So excuse me why I tend to my guests as lunch is now being served in the small dining room.”

Stringum left him there as he eyed the room and whispered to his friends. Something said whatever he was planning it wasn’t good, but for now, there was very little he could do until his people arrived. The clock on the wall read. 1 pm. his people need to be here no later than 6 pm. Stringum made his way to stage and tapped the microphone getting everyone’s attention. Said lunch is being severed in the main dining room, for those that want it.

“May I remind you that if you haven’t made arrangements with me in regards to final sales, now is the time to do so. We will be concluding the evening with a final auction at 7 pm right after dinner is served; I will be posting on the north wall which boys and girls are still up for bid. For those that are preparing to leave before the weather turns; I hope to see you next year, with a new crop of fresh young boys and girls.”

He nodded to his men in black jackets to the left side of the room, where their main dining room was. Dad and Mr. Vincent were just wrapping things up when Mr. Striker and his friends were approaching him. Dad said. “Go to hell, we are not interested in anything you have to say,” watching him and Mr. Vincent brush by him. Next thing I knew Mr. Striker pulled out a knife and things got interesting as the room became silent.