Date: Thu, 19 Nov 2009 22:05:14 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Jason Adonis 14

Jason Adonis
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)

14:   Chicago

JP introduced us to our body guard and driver.  The three took coffee with
us.  I gave them our schedule for showing Drew the sights in Chicago and
our business meetings on Monday.  We talked briefly about the "Midway
Incident", as it was now being called.  The FBI had been successful in
linking the impersonators to our "friend Raffilie" but they were a long way
from making a conspiracy case.  Since the three were not citizens and had
unregistered weapons at an airport, the `Homeland Security" people held
them on suspicion, that would keep them out of circulation and out of
communication, for as long as we wanted.  I did not like the idea of, as
long as we wanted, it goes against my sensibilities.  I thought, we should
help the FBI make their conspiracy case quickly.  JP should tell the HS and
FBI that I suspect Raffilie was into conflict diamonds and perhaps directly
or indirectly into financing terrorism.

"Lets just not be to specific about, against who and exactly what kind."
My logic is, if nothing else, terrorism against the poor people of West
Africa.  Now that would not sit with the US authorities but if we leave it
vague enough, they will draw their own paranoid conclusions.  He acted on
that idea immediately.  Talking to an Agent Snipe.

Drew was listening with a young teen's fascination.  He watches a lot to
TV, you could tell by some of his suggestions.  That is not to put them
down, they often made sense.  I thought that we should put pressure on
Raffilie from several fronts at once.  Drew asked if his communications was
being monitored.  Yes and now that we played the "T" card, even more
closely.  "Let me see.  I can make sure he can't get any legal diamonds or
any other gems, by making a few phone calls.  The IRS could do a snap audit
on his business and personal taxes, probably freeze his bank accounts for
the duration too."  Drew thought we should make sure he found out, we had
arrived safely and completely unaware of any problems.  That should send
him into a frenzies, with us present and his people missing.  JP thought it
a good idea.  We could use unsuspecting Harland, by making sure he knew we
had arrived safe and sound, on our way out today.  Perhaps he would get
another tip for passing on the happy information.  Drew had a good idea,
this is a game, I think we will both enjoy playing.  He sure seams to have
picked up on the Adonis humor, perverse.

I suggested JP contact Willhem in Amsterdam and ask him to find out
anything he could about Raffilie, from the Dutch and other European police.
I would make some calls late Sunday night, which will be early Monday in
South Africa, the UK and Holland.  Raffilie would have purchased his last
legal gem for a long time.  I would also call my bank president.  If this
fellow had any business in Switzerland or the Caymans, I wanted to know it.
If he was laundering drug or middle east money, I wanted to know that too.
I knew I could find out information that the authorities could not; some
times an anonymous tip can lead investigators to look in the right places.
I also suggested that PPI find out who was giving these people information
about us.  Since the Challenger makes one or two trips into Midway a month
and we use Avatat, someone must have been watching us and since PPI has
only worked for us since the spring, how did they find that out?  And just
who is "they", anyway?  I sincerely hope, the man does not have a large
family that is not involved, they will undoubtedly suffer, through no fault
of their own.

Our intention was to see that any and all of his associates and clients
were forced into a defensive position, by investigating every aspect of the
man's business.  Mess with me and you mess with fire, endanger my family
and burns will be the least of your concerns.  Now, I have no problem with
someone debating my position or disagreeing with with me.  In fact, I
rather enjoy that.  Intimidation is just not on, but like a good chess
game, I play well and I play to win.  To tell the truth, I still have some
boyish traits, one of them is just being obstinate.  I think that one is
not just boyish but very Dutch as well.

I locked the 9 mm back in the safe and we headed out for our day.  I was
sure my planned stroll down Michigan Avenue, the so called Miracle Mile,
would drive our minders nuts.  The Adonis family is not easy to work for,
in fact we are damn difficult, we know that and as a result pay very well.
I wanted to take Drew into some of the great retailers along the way.  He
had more money to spend, than he could have ever imagined.  I wanted him to
indulge some of those fantasies.  One good look at the boy's mouth, reveals
his immediate future would hold a considerable amount of metal and perhaps
an appliance.  The orthodontist would have plans for this one, so he might
as well have some fun now.

Our day turned out mostly uneventful; interesting, informative, eye opening
for Drew, but uneventful.  We saw Harland in the lobby and Drew introduced
himself, as he had done the night before.  We laughed and joked while our
driver retrieved my 1956 Lincoln Continental, from the underground parking.
I am not into classic cars as such but my dad and mom had a real love of
this one, so Klass just kept it.  I like driving it but not in a city like
Chicago.  I don't like driving anything in this city or Amsterdam, it is
just no fun.  I sure like taking it on the open road.  Drew was quite
impressed.

It seamed that every time I touched the boy, usually by placing my hand on
his shoulder, not only did his flash a bright smile but would press his
upper body into mine.  By the end of the day we were discreetly play butt
tag.  His reaction was immediate and visible, even in his baggy pants.
After visiting museums and other places, we were dropped off at the Art
Institute.  Drew was blow away.  A lot of teens are not all that impressed
by art but this one is, I wonder if he harbors some talent along those
lines.  By the end of the day we were both highly charged from the frequent
sexual titillation.  At closing time we met up with the driver and the four
of us walked the 10 or so blocks north along Michigan Avenue, back home.
Most of the stores were still open so we had lots of side trips.  Drew only
bought a few things but I could see how proud he was, to do it on his own
and with his own money.  The funniest was in Eddie Bower.  He was
purchasing a small but very expensive box, for Klass to hold his cufflink
collection.  After making his selection the clerk had turned toward me for
payment, Drew wiped out his AMEX Platinum card, receiving the attention a
paying customer expects, in an establishment like EB.

Our day may have been uneventful but for others it was quite something.
When Raffilie got the news of our arrival he went overboard, making quite a
few phone calls.  All of which were taped and traced.  We learned later,
search warrants were issued for his home and business.  I understand, he
even called one of the cell phones taken from his henchmen and started
yelling at the FBI agent that answered it, not realizing who it was until
too late.  Clive was on duty by the time we got back and he told us about
the cops coming and going all afternoon.  Harland, with great shock, told
him Raffilie was taken away in hand cuffs.  We feigned surprise, somehow
holding our mirth until the elevator doors closed.  I figured Clive had a
good idea what was happening, you don't spend 30 years on the force without
learning something.

........................

"Your sure?"

"I'm sure, I want to be "your boy" and you to be "my man", I'm sure."

"Do you know what it means, to be "my boy"?"

"Yes, it means my body is at your service."

"It means that but it means a lot more too.  It means that for the next few
years "my boy" is my apprentice in sexual matters but in other ways too.
It means your man's pleasure is more important than his boy's.  It also
means you will learn your man's ways and attitudes.  Are you prepared for
that?"

"Yes, I am prepared for that, not because I really understand what it means
but because I trust you not to abuse your power.  All I know is you have a
power over me.  When you touch me, especially my butt, or kiss me, I am
totally within you influence.  I love you Jason.  I have never loved anyone
before, but I love you."

"Oh, little one, I love you too.  I am proud to be your man."  We kissed
and held each other.

"The first thing a boy needs to know is how to clean himself."  I lead the
lad into the bathroom and began his instructions.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, my legs spread.  My manhood proudly
displayed between my legs. "Your sure you want to do this?"  I asked.

His eyes traveled from my crotch to my face, several times.  He nodded.

"Come here, then," I said, and motioned him between my legs.  "My boy needs
to keep his man well sucked and fucked.  A boy's man needs to keep that boy
well fed.  Lots of protein."

Drew walked over to the bed and knelt down in front of me.  I stood up; my
bulging thongs were now at the same level as his face.  I touched the back
of his head, my fingers sliding through his blond, curly hair, and eased
his face into my crotch.  I rubbed Drew's' face back and forth on my
crotch, by gently moving my hips.  He opened his mouth, trying to kiss my
bulging shaft and balls.  He buried his face in my crotch, licking and
sucking on my manhood through the material.  He got his face under my balls
and moaned, as my endowment glided across his beautiful, rosy-cheeked face.

I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my thong and slid them down.  My
now, fully hard penis, popped out and bounced up and down, slapping Drew
gently in the face; my balls swung heavily between my legs.  With a soft
whimper, Drew again buried his face in my crotch, licking and slurping on
my inner thighs and my testicles.  He sucked each of my egg-sized testicle
into his mouth, weighing them on his tongue, sizing them up, playing with
them.

My penis was leaking, throbbing as it arced up over his face.  I pushed it
down against his face, my broad penis gliding across his right cheek ...

I tenderly pulled his face from my crotch and looked down at him.  Sticky
strings of my precome glistened in his hair and on his cheek.  His lips
shone with his spit from the tongue bath, he had just given my testicles.
He stared, hypnotized by my crotch.

"I love it, I love you."

"And I too, love you," I said, bending down to give him a kiss.  I caressed
his cheek with my sticky fingers and stood upright again.  I pointed my
penis at his face and waved it at him. "Take it," I half ordered, half
pleaded.  Drew moaned in response and leaned forward.

He wrapped his hands around my thick shaft and stroked me a couple of times
before leaning forward and taking my swollen cock head between his lips.  A
steady flow of precome was now leaking from my cock.  He eased his head
forward, I eased my hips forward, feeding him my penis.

Drew's lips opened wide around my penis as I fed him inch by inch.  "Watch
your teeth."  He kept one hand wrapped around the base, stroking me while
he sucked, just as I taught him this morning.  His tongue swirled all
around my cock shaft, continuously painting the surface of my hard penis.
He alternated sucking and stroking, taking as much of me into his mouth as
he could.  I began thrusting my hips, my dick sliding through his hands and
into his mouth.  I pulled back and thrust forward, fucking his hand and
mouth.  Drew slurped and sucked, his mouth making wet, hollow sounds each
time I pushed into it and pulled out.

I eased Drew's hand off my penis and put my hands on the back of his head.
I held his head, lacing my fingers through his thick, curly hair and pushed
my hips forward while I pulled his face down, impaling his mouth on my
cock.  He gagged when the swollen mushroom head hit the back of his throat,
but I continued pushing.  I speared my dick into his throat, forcing every
inch into his mouth.  I tried not to chock him, his hands groped at my
thighs, grabbing onto me, but I was all the way in.  My testes hung on his
chin and his lips stretched obscenely around my shaft.  Happy with getting
him to swallow all of me, I pulled back, letting my dick slide out of his
mouth with a loud, pop.

Drew gasped, trying to catch his breath. "Still love it?" I asked. "Even
when it makes you choke?"

"God yes," Drew responded, leaning forward and swiping his tongue under the
tip and around the head.  He grasped the base again and started stroking,
taking the head back into his mouth.  I started fucking his hand and face
again, my balls swaying wildly as I thrust into him.  I knew that I wasn't
going to last much longer.

I began gurgling, increasing the speed that I was fucking his hand and
face.  My balls started to tighten.  Recognizing the signs, Drew sucked
harder, I was impressed that he knew that.  His lips, red and puffy, were
now coated with spit and precome.  I had my hands on his head again,
directing him up and down on my shaft. "Oh fuck," I groaned, the first
volley of ejaculate rising in my shaft.  I felt my cock head swell, opening
to release.

The first volley shot out.  Drew choked on it, swallowing as much as he
could, but already come was leaking from the corners of his mouth.  The
second volley followed immediately.

Drew rubbed my cock all over his face, smearing himself even more with my
ejaculate.  He must have seen that in a porn flick.  I gazed down at him.
Drew was even more gorgeous like this, on his knees, shiny with my
ejaculate.

I pulled him to his feet.  Some ejaculate had dribbled down his chin, onto
his neck and chest. "You're a mess," I said, "but it looks good on you."
He smiled at me. "Your turn," I said, reaching for the tent in his briefs.
A large wet spot had formed on them.

Dropping to one knee, I kissed and licked his abbs and around his navel,
sticking my tongue into the sexy depression, we are both ninnies.  I pulled
his briefs down.  Although it is only about average in length, for a 13
year old his penis is beautiful.  It had a smooth look to it, shapely, like
it had been carved.  It arched up at a perfect 45-degree angle from his
sparse blond pubes.  His testes hung in a soft, wrinkled sac.  I buried my
face in his crotch, licking and sucking his sack.  I sucked the loose skin
into my mouth, bathing him with my tongue, while I stroked his rock hard
cock.

I slid my mouth off of his testis and pressed my lips against the underside
of his penis.  I slipped one hand under his testicles and began teasing his
prostrate from the outside.  Sticking out my tongue, I licked up the
underside of his cock with one long stroke from the base to the tip.  I
swirled my tongue over the wet tip of his cock head, tasting his sweet
precome.  I sucked harder on his cock, taking him deeper into my mouth.
With my right hand, I continued poking and prodding at his prostate.  I
felt his penis throbbing harder in my mouth.  I pressed my left hand on his
butt and the thumb of my right against his anus.

Drew's hands were in my hair, holding onto my head while I bobbed up and
down.  I sucked him harder, taking him all the way in, his cock head just
sliding into my throat, my nose buried in his pubes.  God I love his smell,
I love the smell of my boy.  I pressed hard on his prostate with my index
and middle fingers, my throat contracting around his swollen cock head.
Drew let out a gasp and arched forward, his upper body leaning over me as
he grabbed my head and shoulders for support.

I took his penis from my mouth and stood up. "Lie down on the bed."  I was
hard again.

I joined Drew on the bed, getting into a 69 position with him.  My cock
hung down over his face.  He grabbed it and directed it to his mouth.  I
did the same with his.  I pulled his rigid tool away from his smooth, boy
body and pointed it up.  I buried my face in his crotch again, taking his
boyhood all the way into my mouth and throat.  We sucked each other for
several minutes.  I eased my manhood into his throat and mouth repeatedly
while I bobbed up and down on his.  His hands were gliding across my ass
and his fingers probed between the cheeks.

I reached between his legs again, poking and prodding at his prostrate,
this time slipping my index finger into his anus.  Cooperatively, Drew
opened his legs for me, spreading them wide into the splits.  I removed his
penis from my mouth and licked my fingers.  I began teasing his hole now,
running my index finger around the outside of it.  Drew moaned, his mouth
stuffed.

I craned my neck down between his legs and stuck out my tongue.  I found
his hole and was licking and tonguing him while, I teased and spread him
open with my fingers.  Drew moaned again, sucking harder.

I alternated between his hard 13-year-old cock and his tight ass for
several minutes before stopping.  I pulled my penis from his mouth and
swung around so that I was between his legs.  Lifting his legs, I rolled
him up onto his back so I could have full access to his ass.  My hard cock
throbbed between my legs, wet with precome and spit.  I buried my face
between Drew's smooth cheeks and started licking his ass.  I ran my tongue
all around the hole, teasing it, before shoving my tongue into his tight
ring.  I tongue fucked him, feeling him open up for me.

With his legs spread wide around my body, I positioned my penis at his
anus.  I looked into his eyes while I teased his hole with my thick head.
My cock was pointed directly at his opening, the very tip of it resting
just inside the ring.  He could feel it throbbing, leaking around his hole.
I stared at his face; he looked back at me.

"Are you sure?" I asked him, with a quick jab of my spear forward.  He only
moaned in response.  I jabbed forward again, pressing harder against his
hole, making him feel it without actually going in.

"Please, God, yes!" he moaned, thrusting his hips against me, pushing his
ass onto my manhood.  I slipped on a condom and applied lots of KY to my
penis and his anus.

I smirked and pushed forward, applying more pressure to his ass. His anus
began to open up, slowly stretching around my penis.  He let out a little
yell as the head passed through the sphincter.  I leaned over him now,
covering his body with mine, and with short, quick strokes I fed my cock
into his ass until my balls came to rest against the smooth, round globes
of his ass.

I held myself up on my arms above him, my cock resting deep inside his ass.
I began to rotate my hips, screwing myself into him, stretching him wider
and wider.  Drew was moaning continuously as my shaft repeatedly ground
against his prostate.  He was breathing hard, his ass squeezing and milking
my manhood.

I slid out of him, inch by inch pulling myself from his hole.  He sighed.
I shoved it back in, one long, hard stroke.  He gasped.  I did it again.  I
fucked him like this for several minutes, hitting his ass deep,
long-dicking him.  On my knees now, I lifted his legs up, resting them on
my shoulders to get deeper access into his tight anus.

I stopped, pushing his legs up to his chest, folding his smooth, toned body
in half, propping myself up on my arms again, with his body folded beneath
me, I started plowing him.  No longer did I fuck him with deep, slow
strokes.  I began hitting his ass with short jabs, pushing into him hard
and fast.  I never pulled more than a few inches from his ass, keeping him
completely full, stretched wide open.  My balls slapped his ass hard with
each thrust.  He moaned loudly each time my cock pounded against his
prostate.  I knew he was getting close.

I let his legs drop, again covering his body with mine.  I bent down and
kissed him while I continued fucking his ass.  I could feel my own load
building in my balls, traveling up the wide tube of my penis.  With each of
my thrusts now, I rubbed my hard abbs against his hard cock, and I could
feel him leaving sticky trails of precome on my stomach.  Then he came.

Drew thrust his hips up against mine as I drilled my cock into him again.
I felt his penis throb, his ass twitch, and then a hot stream shot out,
hitting our chests.  He continued shooting, his ejaculate sticking to our
bodies.

Now it was my turn.  With a final thrust deep into his guts, I let loose my
load into Drew's tight ass.  With each jet of come my dick swelled larger
inside Drew.  He held on to me, his legs wrapped around my waist, his arms
around my neck, and his ass milking every drop from me.  I let my softening
penis slide from his ass, being evicted as it were.  I bent down and hugged
him to me, kissing him, our bodies sticky with come.

I rolled off we lay next to each other.  I turned to him; he was looking at
me already, a huge smile on his face.

"You're fucking amazing," he said, gazing at me. "Your cock is huge; it
felt fucking awesome inside me."

"Thanks, man," I said, looking up at the ceiling.  He reached over and
began rubbing my chest and stomach.  I put my arm around him and pulled him
next to me.  He kissed and licked my chest a couple of times, his head on
my shoulder.

.....................

"Perhaps you should have thought about that before you volunteered to be my
boy?"

"I did, you know I thought about it a lot, but now I'm just not positive.
Klass told me I was free to interact with the others, including you, any
way I wanted.  He said he was not interested in sex with young boys."

"So don't you believe him?"

"I believe him.  He also told me he had only romantically loved one man in
his life, ever."

"That would me my dad, Drew.  As I remember it, they were almost
inseparable when I was a boy.  He sure liked my mom too but I don't think
it was sexual."

"Dad also said he had a boy when he was just a little younger then you.  He
said his brother had some kind of power over some boys and that he got one
of them to be his, he took the other.  He warned me, he though you too had
that power."

"In your case I guess I do.  So why would Klass be in the least bit upset
with you being my boy?"

"I don't know but I thought I should be his boy, after all he has done and
is doing for me."

"No, Drew that is not the right reason.  Klass would never accept that, I
would never accept that, your brothers would never accept that.  Sex in
this family is all about love, bonding, brotherhood, sharing but never
about obligation or power or even duty.  Klass does what he thinks is the
right thing, what Jack Henderson would have done, in your case.  You have
no debt to him or any of us, save you always do you best, always try to do
the right thing no matter how tough that may be and if the opportunity ever
arises, help a child that needs help.  You have honored us, the Adonis
family, by becoming part of us.  Now as for being my boy and me your man,
that is strictly between us.  You and I can share with the others and I
know I will.  Between you and me is something a little different, kind of
special, that too will grow and change with time, but we honor each other,
It is the way of things."

"I will share with the others if you ask me to."

"No, Drew I can not ask you, ever.  I know if I put my hand on you ass and
said fuck or suck, you will.  That would not be your free will choice, it
would be mine.  If you share with anyone, it must be your choice.  Until
you are 16 I want you to ask Klass' or my permission, to share with any
adults outside the family, that is for your and our protection.  With the
brothers or your school friends it is up to you and them.  They may not
want your body, ever think of that?"

"Ya, for a about 10 seconds, until I looked in their eyes.  They all lust
for me and well to be honest, I think I lust for them too.  But they all
treat me like I might brake or something.  I don't know about the other
kids at school yet."

"Give it some time, that overly protective stuff won't last, especially
when they realize you are "my boy" and not a virgin any more.  As for the
other students at Strathmore, your hormones will start to express
themselves soon enough."

"I guess its not a good idea for me to go around saying I'm Jason's boy and
he's my man, is it?"

"About as good an idea as me saying, Drew is my boy and I'm his man.  Some
things are best left unsaid, except to each other."

"Ya, Jason, please don't touch my ass for a while."

"Sure kid, why."

"When you touch it I want your cock in me so bad but right now it's just a
bit tender."  I nodded agreement and kissed his forehead and than his lips.
He kissed be back and our tongues dulled for what seamed like a long time.
I know we were both rock hard but the door bell rang.  God I wanted him and
I know he wanted me.  I'm still not sure why he wants me and I doubt that
it has any mystical or magical things, related to me touching him.  I
suspect it has something to do with emotional vulnerability, hormones and
pheromones.  Probably pheromones, being the otherwise missing factor in
these situations.  The touching bit, just getting correlated with the
intensity of pheromones, in close physical presence.  I think I will send
him for a few weeks to the Foundation next summer.  I'm sure they can give
him some special training and perhaps even some physical enhancement.  On
the other hand, his new brothers will give him lots of experience, if he
lets them.

This new child in the family presents some wrinkles in my plans.  Primates
and homo sapiens are primates, naturally form orders of ranking, based on
physical strength, aggression or some other dominance factors.  Klass and I
kind of share the Alpha male role, at least for now, he has age and
experience, I have youth and a strong personality.  I had hoped to manage
the others, in such a way, that each would have dominance in areas that
they excelled and deference to the others, for their areas of excellence.
Drew is younger and naturally falls in below the others.  He should catch
up with them in his early 20's.  Until then, he will naturally be the baby
brother.  I only hope their education and experience in the Foundation's
special program, is sufficient to manage this natural tendency.