Date: Tue, 24 Feb 2009 23:58:37 +0000
From: Jacob Latson <jacob_latson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Agony & Ecstasy Chapter 12

Disclaimer:

This story will describe the life of John Miller from his time as
a man who has been devastated by divorce and turning it into a new life
of wealth.  This story will include descriptions of male sex, including
M/M, M/T, M/b, T/b and b/b.  If stories involving sex between
consenting males of all ages, including mainly gay sex, offends you, go
back to the Archives and pick a different story for your reading
pleasure.  Don't expect constant descriptions of erotic sex in this
story.  I always want to develop a plot and characters before the hot
action starts.

There has been minimal research for this story therefore, names,
places, and events are mostly fictitious and similarities to real life
are coincidental.

Some companies and organizations mentioned actually exist, but
references to the activities, policies, programs and procedures are
fictitious. This story will include references to the United States
government, the FBI, CIA and other agencies.  Any references are purely
fictional, and only used to develop the plot and characters.

Thanks to Bill again for his editing skills!!


Agony & Ecstasy

Chapter 12

The Plot Thickens!

John and Helen returned to the NAO Headquarters after their wonderful lunch
together, and went to the 12th floor and into Helen's office.  John wanted
Helen to be on her turf so she would be comfortable with his conversations
with his valuable assistant.

"What do you have planned for my afternoon?" John asked.

"Jacob Coleman, Financial Manager, is very upset about some lost shipment,
and demanded that I schedule an appointment with you," Helen said.

"Why can't our Traffic Manager, Brice Phelps handle it?" John asked.

"I think that Jake's talked to Brice and didn't get the answer that he
wanted," Helen replied.  "Be careful with Coleman!  I don't trust him!"

John was pleased that Helen was starting to open up with him about people
in very responsible positions.  He had noticed that Jacob Coleman and Glen
Young had been upset in the Staff Meetings when he announced that Helen
Baxter would be in charge when he was out of the office.  He was primed and
ready when Jacob came into his office.

"I'm sorry to bother you with a personal issue," Jacob began, "But I have
an urgent need to find a missing shipment that originated from Costa Rica.
A friend of mine shipped some furniture to me, but the shipment was lost."

"Why can't Brice Phelps find it for you?" John asked.

"My friend sent the shipment to the wrong address," Jacob admitted.  "The
crate of furniture was sent to the Houston store and then was sent by truck
here several months ago.  The crate disappeared, and it's vital that I
locate it immediately!  Brice can't find it and I need your help."

"What's inside the crate?" John asked.

"Just some furniture that my wife can't live without," Jacob replied.  "I
know that you've only been here for a short time, but I'm hoping that
you've seen the crate and can help me find it."

"Why can't Brice track it through the U.S. Customs tracking?" John asked.

"It might have bypassed Customs," Jacob said sheepishly.  "My friend made a
mistake and put the wrong address on the shipment."

"What address did he use, and why did the crate avoid inspection from the
U.S. Customs process?" John asked.

Jacob Coleman was anxious about the questions from John Miller, and John
immediately noticed his discomfort.

"He sent the crate to J.T. Blakemore, 322 S. Division Street, in Detroit,"
Jacob said.  "I don't know why he used the wrong address, but I MUST find
that crate, or my wife will go crazy!  Have you seen the crate when you
visited the home of Betty Anderson and Martha Jenkins, or at the farm where
your cars were stored?"

John bristled with anger that the man would implicate his two aunts with
anything illegal, but he tried to hide his anger from Jacob Coleman.

"My aunts don't have any crate of furniture," John said.  "Just how big is
this crate, and why did your friend send it to the wrong address?"

"The crate is 8 feet long, 4 feet wide and six feet tall," Jacob replied.
"I don't know why he used the wrong address, but I need your help to find
the crate."

After Jacob left the office, John got a phone call from Taylor Coleman, the
private investigator who was researching six loan applications.

"I've got some news for you," Taylor said.  "It took some digging, but all
six development companies are connected to some S&JI employees.  The wife
of Jacob Coleman owns Johnson Properties.  She used her maiden name to
create the company.  Joseph Property Management is owned by the brother of
Glen Young, and Investment Properties is owned by three neighbors of Ben
Shaw, your Public Relations Manager.  To make a long story short, all six
companies are connected to Coleman, Young, Shaw or your former Chief of
Security, William Tennant and David Briggs, a maintenance supervisor."

"Very interesting!" John exclaimed.

"It gets better," Taylor said.  "They're trying to buy the six properties
about 20% above the fair market values to convince the current owners to
sell."

"You've done fantastic!" John said.  "Keep digging and let me know if you
turn up any more shady dealings.  Also, I'd like you to check out an
address for me.  See what you can find out about J.T. Blakemore, 322
S. Division Street, in Detroit.  That name and address is causing me some
grief, and I want to know who I'm dealing with."

"I'll get right on that!" Taylor promised.  "You've got a big credit with
me and I'll work it off."

John ended the call and sat behind his exotic desk trying to decide how to
use the information from Taylor.  He came up with an idea, and placed a
call to Ryan Carter, loan officer at WWI.

Ryan Carter was thrilled that John Miller was calling him, and hoped that
John would sign the six loan applications.

"I've looked over the loan applications and did some checking," John began.
"I think the loans should be approved if the applicants can come up with
some more collateral."

"I've reviewed the loans and assure you that we're secure," Ryan lied.

"The appraised values on the properties have a shortfall of about 20%,"
John said.  "If the applicants can provide us with primary liens on the
unsecured values, I'll sign the loan documents."

Ryan was pissed that John knew that the loans were for more than the
appraised values of the six properties, but tried to convince John to
change his mind.  He wasn't successful, and decided to call his friends to
get the required collateral.  He knew that he and his friends would make a
fortune when they sold the properties to S&JI for the new NAO Headquarters
in Chicago and for the five new stores across the nation, so he would
insist that they cover the unsecured portion of the loans.

John smiled when he realized that his plan would work.  He now had a "hit
list" for people in his company that he needed to watch closely, but he
didn't want to disclose his plans to anyone.  His phone rang, and he
listened to David Briggs complain about the new assignment for Howard Cole.

"I can't replace Howard," David said.  "No one else can clean the 12th
floor like Howard does.  Can you pick someone else for the training
assignment?"

"It surprises me to hear you describe Howard as irreplaceable, especially
after our conversation earlier today when you were ready to fire him!" John
replied.  "My decision's final, so move some people around until we can
hire some people for Howard to train."

The call ended, and John knew that David Briggs was pissed at him.  He went
down to the cafeteria and sat with Howard and Regina to discuss their new
assignments.  They were both excited about the new challenge and talked
non-stop about their ideas.

When John got back to his office, Glen Young, Personnel Director, and Jacob
Coleman, Financial Manager, were waiting for him.  They immediately began
talking about the proposed move of the NAO Headquarters to Chicago and the
new stores.

"I'm still thinking about those proposals," John said to the two men.  "I'm
interested in why we should move out of Detroit."

"James Stanton wanted to build a huge office building that will make this
one look like a dump!" Glen said.  "We have the artist renditions right
here for you to look at.  We should move fast on this or the properties
will be sold to someone else."

John was interested in the new building, and asked several questions of the
two men.  He also listened to the market research for the five new stores
that indicated the stores would be very profitable.  What John didn't tell
the two men was that he had a private investigator digging into their
proposals, and that he was going to bait them into a trap.

When the two men left John's office, they were excited that he had been
very interested in the proposed moves.  They whispered about the potential
windfall profits for them and their families and friends, and went to their
offices to make some important phone calls to get the additional collateral
for the six loans.

Jim Taylor called John on his cell phone and was very excited.  "We got the
distributorship!" Jim said excitedly.  "Sherwin Williams just faxed me the
fantastic news!"

"Wonderful!" John replied.  "I'm sorry that I won't be working with you
anymore, but I'll send whatever business I can to your store!"

"I wish that you'd tell me where you're working now," Jim said.  "I sure
miss having you at the store and at the soup kitchens and shelters, but I
know that you couldn't afford to work for $12 an hour from me.  I could
offer you a raise if you'll consider coming back.  Our customers have been
asking for you, and all I can tell them is that you found another job that
pays more."

"I really appreciate what you did for me by giving me that job," John said
honestly.  "I always return favors, but you'll have to wait a while to
understand.  You're a great person and friend, and I'm going to miss
working for you."

John got a phone call from Taylor Coleman, and was surprised that Taylor
had worked so fast.

"There is no J.T. Blakemore, or 322 S. Division Street, in Detroit," Taylor
said.  "The address is a vacant lot next to a church, and I can't find any
record of Blakemore anywhere in the Detroit Area.  I did some quick
checking, and the only connection I can find is that Brice Phelps, your
Traffic Manager, and Glen Young, your Personnel Director are members of the
church."

"Very interesting!" John said.  "Thanks for the fast work!  Keep digging
for more information on the six investment companies to see exactly who's
going to benefit from the loans.  I'll be out of the office for at least
three weeks, so please call Philippe and keep him posted on your findings."

"Should I tell Philippe what we've found out so far?" Taylor asked.

"Tell Philippe about the loan investigations, but don't tell him about
Mr. Blakemore," John said.

Later that afternoon, Helen called John on the phone.  "You have two
visitors who asked to talk to you about a personal matter," Helen said.  "I
don't recognize either of the men.  Do you want me to ask them to make an
appointment for later this week?"

"I'm trying to get some things handled before I leave on my trip, but I'll
talk to the men now, John replied.  "Please ask them to come into my
office."

John hit the switch to turn on the audio and video surveillance system that
Donald Cassidy had installed in his office.  Having a record of unusual
conversations might be important for legal reasons.

"Mr. Miller, thank you for seeing us without an appointment," the first man
began.  "My name's Michael Costanza and this is Paolo Carpetti."

John shook hands with both men and realized that Michael Costanza was a
dead ringer for Luca Brassi, the Mafia hit man in the Godfather movies.
Both men were dressed in expensive Italian suits and were very polite, but
John suspected that they were dangerous men.

"Would you gentlemen like a cup of coffee?" John asked.  "Let's sit over in
the lounge area and you can tell me what kind of personal matter we need to
discuss."

When the three men had their cups of coffee and were seated in the exotic
leather furniture, Michael Costanza began talking.

"We have a very delicate matter to discuss with you," Michael began.  "The
man that we work for has an urgent need to locate a certain shipping crate
that we believe was delivered to this location by mistake.  Our boss would
consider it a very special favor if you would help us locate the
container."

"What kind of shipping crate?" John asked.  His interest was keen that
these two men looked like they worked for the Mafia, and he wanted to be
VERY careful in what he said.

"It seems that the crate contains some very valuable merchandise that was
supposed to be delivered to J.T. Blakemore, 322 S. Division Street, in
Detroit, but for some reason, the crate was lost in shipment," Michael
said.  "Our boss is willing to offer you a generous `finder's fee' if you
can help us find the crate and deliver it to the proper owner."

"What makes you think that I know anything about the crate?" John asked.

"The son of our boss was involved in the transport of the crate from
Houston to Detroit," Michael said.  "Because the crate was lost, the son of
our boss is in grave danger.  Certain people that I can't name are
threatening to kill Delano, and we can't let that happen!"

John listened and was now convinced that the strange crate in the pole barn
contained drugs or something very illegal, and he was afraid that the crate
would cause some major trouble for him and the company.  If he was ever
forced to testify in court, he wanted to be able to say that he never knew
what was in the crate.

"I've been authorized to give you $20,000 if you can help us obtain the
crate," Paolo said.  "I can't overemphasize the importance of finding the
crate to save the life of Delano!"

John made a quick decision, and said, "It's a generous offer, but I can't
accept money from you two gentlemen."

"We could go higher," Paolo said, "How about $50,000?  Do you know where
the crate is?  It's vital for us to find it!"

"I have a different offer in mind," John said to the two concerned men.

"What about $100,000?" Paolo asked.  He was unsure if John Miller knew
where the crate was located, but he knew that his boss would pay any amount
to save the life of his son."

"I have a very delicate matter that's causing me grief," John replied.  "I
happen to know where the mysterious crate is located, and I want to get rid
of it immediately!  I'll give you two men $10,000 each in cash if you can
make the crate disappear and wipe out any evidence that it ever originated
in my Houston store."

Michael and Paolo were shocked!  John Miller had just admitted that he knew
where the important crate was located, and had countered their offer of
$100,000 with an offer to pay them to get rid of it!

"Mr. Miller, I'm very confused!" Michael admitted.  "We offered you
$100,000 and now if I'm hearing you correctly, you're offering us $20,000
to take possession of the crate!"

"Every import store in the United States comes under very intense scrutiny
from the U.S.  Customs officials," John said.  "If anyone finds out that a
crate left Costa Rica and bypassed the customs inspection, my company could
be in serious trouble.  My offer stands!  I'll pay you each $10,000 to make
the crate disappear and wipe out any evidence of how my company was
involved in a port violation."

"Wonderful!" Paolo exclaimed.  "We accept your generous offer, but it isn't
necessary for you to pay us to resolve this critical issue!  When can we
take possession?"

"You'll need a truck to transport the crate from a pole barn on a farm that
I own," John said.  "There's a fork truck in the pole barn and a loading
platform to use to load the truck.  When can you arrange for a truck?"

"IMMEDIATELY!" Paolo exclaimed.

"Why don't you make a call to arrange for the truck and you can follow me
to the farm right now!" John said.  "I want this issue resolved
immediately, and you're doing ME a big favor!  I only ask one thing from
you two gentlemen.  I don't want to know the contents of the crate and I
never want to see it again!"

John wrote down the address for his farm and decided to leave the office
for the day.  He was anxious to get rid of the crate, but didn't want to
have any of his security officers witness the transactions with the two
strange men.  He would take his Beretta in his shoulder holster, just in
case of trouble.

Paolo excused himself to make the important phone calls, and quickly
returned with good news.  "The truck will be there within two hours," Paolo
said.  "I assure you that no harm will come to you for doing us this huge
favor!"

"Let's leave now!" John said.  He walked into the spacious bathroom that
was attached to his office and collected his Beretta.  When he walked out
of his office with the two men, he stopped at Helen's office and said, "I'm
leaving for the day.  Will you please make the drop?"

Helen understood the importance of "making the drop" and was filled with
fear that John was in serious trouble with the two visitors.  "Derek and
Lindsey will be waiting for you in the lobby," she said.

"Please tell them that I won't need them until later tonight at my home,"
John replied.

"Are you sure?" Helen asked.  She didn't like the looks of the two
visitors, and feared that John was in some sort of trouble where he would
need the muscle of the two bodyguards.

"I'll be fine!" John said with a smile.  "These two men are helping me with
a personal problem that won't take long."  John could tell that Helen was
very upset, and he added, "I'll call you when I get home."

"I'll meet you in the visitors' lot," John said when they got to the lobby.
"I'm driving a bright red car that shouldn't be hard to spot and follow."

Paolo and Michael were excited about the prospect of getting the important
crate and got inside their black Lincoln Town Car.  They had been prepared
to offer John any sum of money to save the life of their boss's son, so
they still couldn't believe that they would get the crate at NO cost!

"Can you believe that we're going to get the crate?" Paolo asked Michael.
"Mario's going nuts after hearing from me!  He said that we should do
everything that John Miller asks us to do.  We can't let anything mess up
this opportunity!"

"HOLY SHIT!  LOOK AT HIS CAR!" Michael exclaimed when he saw the Ferrari
Testarossa.  "That car must be worth a fortune!"

"What did you expect from a man in his position with a company like his?"
Paolo said excitedly.  "I'd love to come back here and just look at the
lobby and his office!  That aquarium was spectacular!  Those oil paintings
must be originals, and would cost millions to buy!"

When they arrived at the farm and drove up to the pole barn, John disarmed
the security system and unlocked the door.  He invited the two men into the
small office at the end of the pole barn and said, "Can I offer you a
drink?  I have my own special recipe for Manhattans."

"A drink sounds fine to me!" Paolo said.  "It looks like you have a huge
collection of cars stored here!  Why do you have them covered up?"

"This building has a special atmospheric control system to protect the
cars," John said.  "The dust covers keep the cars clean."

"Would it be possible for us to see the crate?" Michael asked.  He wanted
to be sure that the crate was in the building before he would accept any
alcohol.  "We're both anxious to see the crate so we can be sure that it's
the right one."

"Before we look at the crate, I need to confess something to both of you,"
John said.  "I have audio and video recorders in my office that captured
our entire conversation today.  When I asked Helen to `make the drop' it
was a signal to her to get the recordings and send them to a secure site.
If any `accident' would happen to me, the recordings would be retrieved and
forwarded to my security chief and the police."

"That's very smart of you, but you have nothing to fear from us," Michael
said.  "We would never harm a man who's doing us a huge favor!"

"I know that you're both carrying weapons right now," John said.  "My
surveillance system at the door showed me a red light."

"In our line of work, we always take precautions," Paolo said.  "Our boss
is not in the Mafia, if that's what you're worried about, but he has some
important friends who handle delicate matters for him.  I repeat that you
have nothing to fear from us!"

"Here's the crate," John said when he led the men to the end of the pole
barn.  "Go ahead and lift the tarp and make sure that this is what you're
looking for."

"This is it!" Michael said excitedly.  "This is the crate that we've been
looking for!"

"Good," John said, "Now, how about that drink?  Do you smoke cigars?"

"We love cigars!" Paolo said.  "You said that you have a special recipe for
Manhattans.  What is it?"

"Three parts Canadian Club, one part Martini & Rossi sweet vermouth, a half
teaspoon of maraschino cherry juice and cracked ice," John replied.  "It's
my father's recipe, and I love it!"

Paolo and Michael accepted their drinks and sat down to wait for the truck
to arrive.  They couldn't wait to get the truck loaded so they could call
their boss.

John opened a humidor of cigars from the top of his desk and used his cigar
cutter to clip the end of his cigar before handing each man a special cigar
and the use of his cutter.

"These are Monte Cristo cigars!" Michael exclaimed.  "How in the world did
you get them?"

"I'm impressed that you recognize the best Cuban cigars in the world!" John
said.  "Of course, they're illegal for us to have or smoke here in the
U.S."

"Our boss would give anything to be here right now!" Paolo said.  "He loves
a good cigar and I know that he'd love this drink too!"

"I'll be right back," John said.  "Please make yourselves comfortable and
help yourself to another drink while I'm gone."

John went into the house and opened the special room with the stacks of
cash.  He counted out $20,000 and locked up the house before returning to
the barn.

The three men chatted about sports and the weather before Paolo's cell
phone rang.  He answered the call and said, "The truck will be here in 10
minutes."

"Good," John said.  "How will you eradicate the markings on the crate?"

"When it's delivered to the proper person, we'll spray black die over all
of the markings or ask them to remove the boards completely," Michael said.
"I give you my solemn promise that no one will ever know about your store
in Houston or the customs issue."

When the truck arrived, Paolo and Michael were obviously excited to get the
crate loaded.

"Thank you for the drinks and cigars," Michael said when the truck was
ready to leave.  "We can't thank you enough for what you've done for us and
our boss.  You just saved the life of an important person, and if you ever
need any help with a delicate issue, please call me."

John accepted the business card from Michael and hoped that he would never
need the services of the two enforcers.

"We have one thing to do before you leave," John said.  "Here's the money
that I promised you and I have gifts for you and your boss."  He handed
each man $10,000 in $100 bills and then went to the closet in the office.
He returned with six boxes of Monte Cristo cigars and said, "Please forget
where you got these cigars."

"We feel guilty for taking your money and these cigars, but we thank you
for your cooperation," Michael said.  "Our boss will be thrilled now that
we have the crate in our truck.  I apologize that we can't stay longer, but
we must escort the crate to a special location.  Please call me if I can do
anything to repay you."

John was relieved when the two men left his farm.  He locked everything up
and hoped that he would never see or hear about the crate again!  He
suspected that Jacob Coleman would continue to pester him to find the
crate, and knew that Jacob was involved in smuggling.  He'd have to figure
out a way to expose Jacob without drawing the company into a federal
investigation.  He used his cell phone to call Helen, and told her that the
situation had been handled and that he was headed home for the night.

Helen was relieved!  She had been a bundle of nerves ever since John had
left with the two visitors, and she was still upset that John left without
the security officers.  She hoped that would never happen again!

Derek and Lindsey were waiting for John at his home on Long Lake, and it
was obvious to John that they were upset with him.

"We're supposed to stick to you like glue, and we're both upset that you
don't trust us enough to be with you today," Derek said.  "Don threatened
to fire us if this happens again, so please tell us what we did wrong that
you wanted to be alone."

"I'm sorry if I upset you, but I had a personal matter to handle," John
said.  "You haven't done anything wrong, and I'll talk to Don to set things
straight."

"We're both relieved that you're okay, and Don insisted that we call him
immediately when we saw you," Lindsey said.

"Everyone needs some private time alone," John said.  "What if I want to
whack off, or nail some bimbo?  Am I supposed to let you watch?"

"You could make sure that she has two friends for us!" Derek joked.  "When
we're on duty, we normally sit outside the house in a car.  Maybe that's
what we should do to make you more comfortable."

"I like having company, but when I go downstairs to fire up my computer, I
don't like to be disturbed," John admitted.  "Some of you will go with me
on my trips, and I think that you'll enjoy the hospitality in the Bahamas.
Philippe has a lot of beautiful young girls and boys who wear next to
nothing when they're at my Presidential Villa.  Everything in the Bahamas
is exotic and the pace of life is much slower than here in the U.S.  I'd
love to go there right now, but I have to get ready for the trips with some
important customers."

"What will you be hunting for?" Derek asked.

"The trip to Texas will include hunting for Rio Grande turkeys, mule deer
and pronghorn sheep," John replied.  "We'll go into Guatemala to hunt for
Ocellated turkeys and ducks and geese.  Whatever I shoot will be mounted
for display in the headquarters or in one of our stores."

"I don't like Guatemala," Derek admitted.  "Everyone's corrupt, including
the police!"

"That's true of a lot of foreign countries," John said.  "After the hunting
trips, I'll take another customer to South America to fish for Peacock
Bass, Wolfish, and some other exotic fish that I've never seen before.
I've been doing some research on the Internet, and I'd like to bag the
Grand Slam for turkeys and the North American Grand Slam for four different
types of sheep.  James Stanton had trips scheduled for the next year, and
I'm supposed to take all of them."

"It sounds like a dream come true!" Lindsey said.

"I'm going to make some organizational changes in the future," John
admitted.  "There are some shitheads that I'll eliminate, and some
fantastic people who are grossly underpaid!  James Stanton was a strange
man, but he built a fantastic company, but I think that I can make it
better!  I need to make changes in my organization before I'll feel
comfortable traveling around the world."

John needed a break from the tensions connected with S&JI and getting rid
of the mysterious crate.  He decided to order pizza for him and his
security officers and to spend a quiet night at home.

Derek had called Don Cassidy, and listened to his boss make it perfectly
clear that he must stay close to John Miller.  Don had his own
investigators looking at the S&JI officials and their business practices,
and he was getting some disturbing information.

After the casual supper of pizza and beer, John told Derek and Lindsey that
he was going down to the basement to do some research on his computer.  He
didn't want to be disturbed, and grabbed four cold beers and a box of the
Cuban cigars before going down the stairs.

Derek waited for John to leave the upstairs before calling Donald Cassidy
again.  "Did you run the plate?" Derek asked his boss.

"The car is owned by the Genovesi Concrete Company," Don began.  "I sent
the images from the security camera at the lobby to a friend in the FBI.
He knows both men and said that they run `errands' for Mario Genovesi, the
owner of the company.  The Genovesi Family used to be one of the most
powerful Mafia families in the United States, but it appears that Mario has
cleaned up his act.  He runs a legitimate business and lives in Bloomfield
Hills.  Michael Costanza and Paolo Carpetti have some prior arrests for
assault and battery, but they've never served any prison time."

"What was John doing with them?" Derek asked.

"From what we can tell, it might have been an innocent meeting about some
contracting work," Don replied.  "They were at the farm for about three
hours, and a truck came and went before everyone left.  I'm going to give
John the benefit of the doubt right now, and let this incident go."

John wanted to forget about the turmoil of his new job, and decided to
watch the rest of the "Gang Initiation" video.  He retrieved the CD from
the hiding place in the ceiling of the basement and got the computer
running.  With his new job and the constant attention of his security
officers, John's privacy was virtually gone.  He thought about Jamie
Jeffries and wondered what the boy was doing with his raging hormones.
He'd love to have Jamie spend a weekend with him at his home, but that
would be impossible with two bodyguards living with him.

When John got the computer file running, he ran the video forward to the
last part that he had viewed.  The blonde haired boy with the wire frame
glasses was undressing and it was obvious that he was getting prepared for
his initiation.  John watched the boy give himself an enema before
showering and putting on clean clothes.  The video was tastefully done with
no view of the effluent that erupted after the enema.  Watching the
hairless boy taking a shower was stimulating for John, and he felt his dick
inflating in his slacks.  He drained his beer and opened another while he
watched the cute boy leave the house and join his friend outside.

The dialogue was in Czech and the sub-titles were in English.  It was a
great way for John to refresh his knowledge of the Czech language that he
had used when he was with his grandparents on their farm.

The older boy led the blonde boy to a building and up the stairs to an
apartment.  Once inside, four teens were waiting.  All six boys in this
movie were beautiful and John would love to have just one of them for his
own sexual pleasure.

Five teens sat down and watched the blonde boy undress.  They each examined
his genitals closely, and the boy became fully erect.  One teen used a
ruler to measure the boy's erection, and the camera moved in close so the
size of the boy's tool could easily be seen.  The ruler had both inches and
centimeters, and the boy's cock was 4 ˝ inches long.  When the camera was
zoomed in, John could see some light fuzz that proved that the boy wouldn't
be hairless for long.

The boy was told to get on his knees, and the first teen dropped his jeans
and briefs to reveal his erect cock.  The first teen had brown hair and a
nice bush of brown pubic hair above his cock that looked about six inches
long.  The boy immediately started licking and sucking the teen's cock
while the other teens voiced their encouragement.

Most porn videos repeated the footage of hot action to drag out the length
of the movie, but Boy Charms Productions was completely different.  Instead
of 15 or 20 minutes of different camera views of the same action, the
blowjob only lasted about five minutes before the teen pulled his cock out
of the mouth of the boy and ejaculated on the boy's face and directly into
his mouth; one rope of cum landed on the left lens of the boy's glasses,
but the rest went directly into his mouth and was quickly swallowed.  The
boy licked and sucked the cock until the teen pulled away to allow the next
teen to join the fun.

John barely had the time to pull his cock out of his pants before it
erupted with a huge wad of hot cum.  He couldn't remember when he had
blasted so much cum into his hand, but he slurped up the tangy liquid and
wished that it were Jamie's cum that he was eating.  He paused the movie to
clean up his cock and hand, and lit a cigar to bask in the afterglow of
sexual release.  He had the volume down low to keep the men upstairs from
hearing the movie, but correctly guessed that they wouldn't understand the
language even if they could hear the sounds.

When John resumed the movie, he watched the boy suck the other four cocks
to orgasm.  When the last blowjob was completed, the boy's glasses were
covered in cum along with his entire face.  The teen who had sponsored him
to join the gang stepped in and licked up all the cum off of the boy's face
and even off the lenses of the boy's glasses.  Another orgasm wracked
John's body when he watched the boy and teen kissing and sharing the thick
liquid that had coated the boy's face.

John cleaned up his mess and drained another beer before putting the CD
away in the hiding place.  It was the best boy video he had ever seen, and
he wanted to save the rest for another private moment.  He composed himself
before doing a Google Search to learn more about hunting for mule deer,
pronghorn sheep and turkeys and fishing in South America.  John suspected
that Donald Cassidy knew about his trip to the farm without the two
bodyguards, but he also wasn't going to give up his personal freedom.  He
decided to call Don to talk about his need for privacy.

Donald Cassidy was pleased that John was calling him, and had decided to
change the way he was protecting John.  "I've learned that the home next to
you is for rent," Don began.  "I made a mistake in letting my men live with
you in your home, so I think we should make a change.  While you're gone on
your trip, we can install surveillance cameras on all four sides of your
home and give you a pendant to wear around your neck when you're alone.
Before you enter your home, my men can be sure that no one got inside.
We'll monitor the cameras around the clock, even when you're away, from the
house next door.  If there's an emergency, all that you'll have to do is
push the button on the pendant and my men will rush to your aid.  How does
that sound?"

"It sounds great to me!" John admitted.  "When I want some company in my
home, can I invite your men inside?  Sometimes I need to be alone, but I
love to cook and usually end up throwing out a lot of food."

"I'll handle everything while you're away," Don promised.  "My men already
told me that you're a fantastic cook.  Maybe I should come over for a meal
sometime.  My wife can burn water when she boils it."

John laughed and promised to invite Don over for one of his favorite meals
to prepare.  The changes in the security plans would give John some private
time and freedom to entertain guests without any interference.

John spent the next day at the headquarters building, and listened to Helen
describe the restaurant owner from San Francisco who would be hunting in
Texas and Guatemala with him.  "He's nothing like you," Helen said.  "He's
overweight and very obnoxious, with a nasty disposition and he cusses like
a sailor.  He spent over $10 million with us to redecorate the interior of
his restaurant, and expects to be pampered on the hunting trip."

"How did you learn that much about him?" John asked.

"Marcel can handle any shithead, but Tony Leopold drove him crazy!" Helen
replied.  "Tony kept demanding changes to the décor, but Marcel held to the
original plans and the results were spectacular!  Cuisine Magazine voted
Tony's Restaurant the most beautiful restaurant in California!"

"I haven't met Marcel yet, but his reputation sure speaks volumes for his
importance to our company," John said.  "I read what you wrote about
Marcel, and he sounds like a very unusual person."

"He's the most effeminate man that I've ever met!" Helen laughed.  "He
flits around like a butterfly, but no one can transform a home or business
like he does.  That's why we pay him so much."

"Could someone look at my home and make some suggestions for improvements?"
John asked.  "Like I mentioned before, I don't want pink walls with purple
furniture or rugs, but the furnishings in my living room and family room
were bought from Goodwill Industries or the Salvation Army stores and
nothing matches."

"Marcel Green wants desperately to meet with you and I know that he'd love
to work on your home," Helen said.  "He's flying back here from West Palm
Beach this afternoon with his life partner, William Fillmore and they both
can meet with you before you leave on your trip."

John spent the rest of the morning learning more about his guests on the
hunting and fishing trips.  Timothy Cater owned a major real estate
business in Dallas, Texas, and he had been on trips with James Stanton in
the past.  Tim was a millionaire from his shrewd business practices and had
made several referrals to S&JI for refurbishing the homes of clients
involved in the oil business.  He was an avid fisherman, and had competed
in decathlon competition for many years.

After lunch in the cafeteria, John met Marcel and William.  At first he was
shocked by the feminine dress of the two men, but quickly realized that
they were both experts in the field of interior decorating.

Marcel was immediately attracted to the handsome man who was in charge of
S&JI, and the bulge in his pants proved that he wanted to do more than
visit John's home for discussion of new furnishings.

When the two gay men left John's office, William went into a rage at the
obvious way that his life partner was lusting over the new CEO!  Everyone
on the 12th floor heard the commotion, and knew that Marcel and William
were having another lover's spat.  It didn't take long for the two
effeminate men to resolve their differences and profess their love for each
other.

Helen laughed and returned to her office after watching the spectacle in
the hallway.  She had witnessed Marcel and William having arguments before,
and knew that they were devoted to each other.

"Have a nice trip!" Helen said.  In a rare display of her emotions at the
NAO Headquarters, she hugged John and after realizing that people were
watching, she ran back to her office.

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