Date: Thu, 8 Sep 2005 11:35:19 +1200 (NZST)
From: arthur carkkek <artcart101@yahoo.co.nz>
Subject: sinnerman part 1 (authoritarian)

				SINNERMAN

				Part One

				The Plan

				By Arthur

Authors Note:

	Well folks I have returned to the keyboard at long last, I
	hope that the following story will entertain you as some of my
	others have.
	Please note that the email address is now,  artcart101@yahoo.com


Sitting here on the side of the bed as I look down on the naked tanned body
of the teenage bellhop, the kaleidoscope of the last three days was still a
hazy jumble of sound and noise.

Had I really, after nearly thirty years, finally accomplished my long sort
after goal? Had the Midas touch truly carressed my senses and given me my
pot of gold? Was the rainbow chase finally over? A lifes work finished in
only three days?

My hand idly ran up the inside of the silken thigh and, as it climbed
higher, the legs once again parted slightly even while the boy slept the
sleep of the well and truly ravaged, thank you Viagra.

The boy looked about seventeen, a little older than I really like, but
then,last night was a once in a lifetime event and he had been willing to
share my good fortune in any way he could, even after 4.00am as I still
pounded away at his well ravaged hole as he cried tears of satiation and
his body became limp like a rag doll from over use.

The white sheets on the over sized bed of the executive suite were soaked
with large damp patches from his many ejaculations and my own semen still
ran from his bruised and gaping hole.

He was my final victory at the Casino, $7,480,000.00 in three days of
hectic and unbridalled gambling had brought my ship home in golden glory
and now my usual state of compulsion was sated, the urge to gamble had been
washed from the deepest regions of my soul.

So now what, Tanner? what are you going to do with your life now that your
only reason for living has been finally sated and you sit here with more
money than you have ever wanted in your wildest dreams?

I now had the money to do anything, be anyone I wanted to be, do anything I
wanted to do, go any where I wanted to go, but what? Where? As I looked
down at the boy again a sudden flash of pictures ran through my mind. I was
now in a position that I could fulfill I life long dream of comfort and
young teen boys all of whom would be bent too my deepest desire in my own
private hideaway.

The thoughts of the frenetic gambling spree faded into the past as the
vision of naked young teens filled my mind and my groin, I lifted myself
again onto the bed and pushed the silken thighs wide apart and, with one
savage thrust, buried myself once again deep into the boy until I could go
no further, his frightened cry of pain and shock only drove me on in a wild
thrusting, bone shaking power surge as he tried in vane to escape my savage
pounding.

The final thrust had all my 165 pound body behind it as stars cascaded
through my head and every bone in my body shook with the release as he
wimpered and cried his tears of helplessness. My withdrawl was in the same
manner as my entry, sudden and callous, with only my own needs of any
concern.

As I stood up from the shambles that had once been a bed, I reached over to
the night stand and counted out a $1,000.00, folded it and tossed it on the
bed beside the boy as he looked up at me with his now frightened eyes.

"Here Kid, thanks for the ride, go have a shower, Ive got things to do."

The boy looked down at the money beside him with distain and the first sign
of anger ran over his tear stained face.

"I'm not a..."

"Yeah, yeah Kid, just take it as a present then but move your butt, I got
things to do."

I turned my back and headed for the shower as the chastised boy broke down
again into silent tears. That was it, that was the power I was looking for,
now I was the king, now I gave the orders and that was the way it was going
too stay from now on.

Half an hour later, I rode the lift down to the Casino restaurant for a
late breakfast and to take time to make plans for my future. When I exited
the lift the sights, smells and sounds of the Casino brought back the
flashes of the last three days, everything I touched turned to gold, the
last $200 I possessed had gone on number three at the roulette table, at
33-1 it soon began to climb into a lot more zero's, three times in a row,
number three had come up and then on a hunch I took the money and walked
away from the table with just over $7,000,000, the next three days had been
pure fun until my need to gamble had been washed from my body.


I sat dawdling over breakfast as I let my plan form slowly in my head,
first I needed a secluded place without nosey neighbours, then I had to
find a means to transport six or seven young teen boys there without anyone
finding out and, of course I had to find the boys.

What I had in mind for them could not be openly advertised for and had to
be fool proof so that none of their families could come looking for them. A
soft cough beside my table made me look up, the waiter was standing there
with a morning paper in his hand.

"Excuse me sir, would you like a copy of this mornings paper?"

I was about to tell him to go too hell but his smile was infectious and you
never know what you'll find in a paper.

"Yes, thanks."

He laid the newspaper on the table and moved off, on the front page was the
usual story of another small company going broke and into the hands of the
recievers, some poor bastard put his life savings into his commpany and
lost out, wonder what it is this time?

I opened the paper and there was my answer to the transport problem, the
company was a small time one plane operation, the owner had got beaten to
death by the price cutting of the big boys and was in the hole too the tune
of $150,000 with his one plane about to be repossessed and no other
collateral to fall back on, I took note of the phone number and decided to
read through the rest of the paper in the hope of answering another problem
or two.

Twenty minutes later I was scanning the final pages of the property section
when my next piece of luck jumped off the page at me.

'Bank foreclosure. Sutton Island Estate. Auction to be carried out on
Saturday 1st of March.  Interested parties please contact B.D.Curry
National Bank Property Division.'

Well Mr.Curry, maybe you won't have to have an auction after all. The 1st
is this saturday so if I call today and get to look at it tomorrow then
agree on a private sale most of my worries for my boys are over, it only
remains to find my boys and sort out the transport.

Brian Curry turned out to be an up and coming young man, his need for
success was clearly written on his face as I tried to find out what the
bank hoped to realise from the auction, with a little lie or two and my
natural gamblers instincts working overtime, I reasoned that my offer
should be about 2.75 million too which he finally agreed and said the final
paper work would be done by the day after tomorrow pending my inspection
tomorrow, too which he had readily agreed.

Curry had assured me that there was a small grass airstrip put in by the
previous owners and that a twin engined airplane could comfortably land
there. After using his telephone I left the bank and called a taxi to take
me to my next stop, 'Basset Air Charters'.

Tony Basset was in his early fourties but the stress he had been under had
aged him quickly until now he looked in his late fifties. He welcomed me
with the tired look of defeat, probably thinking I was another vulture
after his liver.

Without preamble I got down to business, as I explained the outline of what
I wanted and what I would pay, the tired look of defeat began to leave his
face as he realised what it meant for his future.

"So Tony, that's the gist of it, $300.000 for three trips, one tomorrow and
the other one on Saturday returning Sunday and the third when I let you
know, the last one is no questions asked or answered, you up too it?"

"Sounds up front with me Tanner, besides after the third trip I'm going to
sell up anyhow and take the missus too Aussie to live so there won't be any
one around to ask questions of, that suit you?"

"Ok, you want the money in cash so the tax man doesn't see it?"

"Can you do it that way?"

"Not a problem, you act deaf, dumb and blind and I can come up with the
dosh for you."

With a soft laugh Tony got up and shook hands as I also rose to leave.

"Thanks Tanner, glad there's still some good honest larceny left in this
bloody country."

"Yeah same here Tony, see you tomorrow at eleven for the first trip, oh and
by the way, how much cargo can that plane of yours carry?"

"How many passengers?"

"Just you and me for Saturday."

"Hmmm, ok, Sutton is about an hour each way in the 402, if I drop a littl
fuel I could probably get close to a ton packed in, that enough for you?"

"Yep, that'll do nicely, ok see you tomorrow."

"Wilco."

I left Tony, found a taxi and headed back to the casino to pick up my old
car, after that it was home to my two room flat for a final clean out and
to make a list of goods I would need for my stay on the Island of my
dreams.

I had still not come up with a plan on how to find the types of boys I
wanted on the Island or, how I was going to get them there, but as they
say, necessicity is the mother of all invention and something would turn up
sooner or later but for the moment I had my plate full with my impending
move

Brian Curry had supplied me with a photograph of Sutton Island and it
looked like the perfect hideaway for what I had in mind. Sutton was about a
mile long and roughly half that at it's widest part and looked a little
like an elongated kidney with Home Bay the only access facing the west and
almost totally enclosed from prying eyes.

Home Bay was also the only place on the Island that could be landed on from
the sea, the small airstrip had ben excavated along the western face of the
hill in the centre of the Island and stopped just short of the main house
that looked down on the bay with it's stone jetty and white sand semi
circular beach.

The closest neighbour was another Island about two miles away and then a
further eight or ten miles to the mainland, the closest land to the eastern
side of the Island with it's towering volcanic cliffs, was South America
and that was 3,000 miles away, lady luck was still on my shoulder and as
the last wise man had said on his death bed,

'when she's riding there, play it too the last dollar.'

The next piece of business would be to get a reasonable launch for the
Island as I didn't want any old plane landing there at odd times and,
besides, I happen to like boating and a spot of fishing for relaxation and
if I had my way with the boys, I was going to need some relaxation at some
time.

I looked around the small flat, there was nothing personal about it, just
somewhere to hang my hat, I had family a long way from this town but from
the age of fourteen I had lost contact with them and had from that moment
on decided that I was alone, which after they had found out what I was, was
probably for the best for both of us.

If I had taken the time too look back I suppose my life had been a gamble
from the very start and the practise of gambling had been a foregone
conclusion of who I was. Now was the time for planning and making of a
shopping list and not all of it was going to be foodstuffs, I would have to
make another trip into the city to a specialty shop for most of my needs as
well as a good hardware shop for other basics for my boys education.

Wait a minute, what did I just say? Education! well now, where do you find
young teen boys from the age of thirteen to fifteen? Ok, secondary schools
have teens of that age, but how too get too them?

Come on man think, you've got a whole bloody Island, what do people go to
Islands for? Hollidays, special camps, lots of things, all you have to do
is come up with the perfect excuse to get them interested and their parents
satisfied and you're home free.

Now what sort of boys do you like most, that's easy dummy, those silky
slinky Island boys mainly, and what do their parents like for them to be
involved with, good old fashioned religion, there's you're angle dummy.

The rest of the day was spent in a frantic shopping spree and getting the
promise of delivery to the airport on Saturday morning for our flight out
to Sutton.

My last item was a good computer and printer unit, I was no genius on a
computer but I had learnt the basics some time ago and could find my way
around for what I needed and besides the immediate use I had for it,it
would come in handy on the Island for keeping tabs on the boys affairs and
maybe an internet link up would come in handy later.

The next morning dawned fine and clear with just a hint of a breeze forming
as I made my way out to meet Tony for our first flight to the Island. As I
parked beside the small office, Tony came out to meet me with a smile on
his face that stretched from ear to ear.

"How are you Tanner, jeez I woke up this morning thinking I had been
dreaming yesterday, the missus is over the moon about getting out of here
and overseas soon, she's started packing already."

"I'm good thanks Tony, and tell the missus that she can take her time, the
last flight might not be for a couple of weeks yet, the final plans haven't
been set yet."

"Not a problem Tanner, it'll keep her out of my hair for a while, you
ready, I've sent in the flight plan and we can get going when ever you
want."

"Yep, all set, by the way, here's a down payment for the future and, ahh,
while I think of it, the final flight can't have any flight plan sent in."

"Yeah I thought of that, I have to submit one so I'm going to tell them it
is a personal flight around the bays as a sotr of farewell before going
overseas, won't be a problem, I've organised an open ticket with the big
boys so I can be out of the country by the next morning after your last
flight, how does that sound?"

"Good as gold to me Tony."

Tony stuffed the $200,000 in the pockets of his jacket as he lead me to his
airplane, it was a sleek looking twin engined cessana 402, it had been
immaculately kept and Tony was obviously proud of her.

"What are you going to do with the plane Tony?"

We had settled into the seats and Tony was going through his preflight
checks as he answered.

"I've got an old friend in business down South will take her for a good
price and in cash as well, with this money I'll pay off the leaches and the
last payment and the cash from the sale it will give me and the missus a
good start in Aussie."

Tony started his taxi run as he finished talking and with a smoothness that
showed the real professionalism of the man, we were airborn in a couple of
minutes and heading for my future home.

The sea sparkled like a million diamonds and the high sirius clouds chased
each other across a field of azure blue sky, yes, the lady was still riding
high on my shoulder, it was a perfect day for the start of the perfect
future.

Sutton Island from the air looked like a typical picture book sanctuary
nestled in a field of blue water, solitary but infinitely inviting.

Tony put the plane down as though we were settling into a bed with silk
sheets, the grass runway hissed softly beneath us as we taxied up close to
the house. The picture did not do the place any justice at all, it had been
well maintained, the grounds around the house had that womens touch to them
and the view in all directions was spectacular. The small beach stood out
stark and clean as the water lapped without a sound on its eadge.

The homestead was huge, it had been built back into the side of the hill so
that the veranda that went around three sides of the house, was a good ten
feet from the ground and the basement floor was obviously a games room
which I would definately turn into another style of games place, this was
perfect, even if I'd had to pay double I would not have been able to resist
it.

After half an hour of inspection, I motioned to Tony that I was ready to
leave and we made our way back to the cessana.

"This is some place Tanner, I've been here once before when I brought the
original owner out here, he was an arogant bastard to say the least, didn't
deserve a place like this."

"Yes, it's just what I've been looking for Tony, you still ok for saturdays
load out?"

"Yep, you're the only booking I've got and it's going to stay that way
until I leave, I'll be ready when ever you call."

"Thanks Tony, you still ok with the deaf and dumb bit?"

"Sorry can't hear a thing you said, bit deaf in the right ear and I can't
hear a thing with the left."

I gave a small chuckle as Tony smiled widely then, with a flick of the
wrist we were once again in the air with his natural smoothness. The trip
back was just as pleasant as the outgoing one had been and it seemed no
time at all and I was once again in my old car heading for the city.

Four hours and $380,000 later, I was the proud owner of a 43 foot Surtees
diesel powered launch, which would be ready by Saturday, fully fueled and
serviced, I hadn't told Tony that I was buying a launch and would take it
out ot the Island to meet him and leave it there while I flew back with him
after dropping off the supplies I had ordered. I would tell him on Saturday
to wait for me at the Island and then we could both unload the plane and
fly back Sunday as planned.

As I sat at home that evening I discovered that this was more than half the
fun of gambling and the final payoff was going to be even better. Now that
all was ready I did a quick count up and reasoned that I still had a little
over $3,000,000 left to live on and that would be more than enough for the
life style I had planned, even after I had invested 2/3 of it the cash
balance was going to give me a good living.

All day in the back of my mind, the plan to find my boys had been jumping
around and as I fiddled around with the Winword program on the computer,
the right type of notice began to appear on the screen. I made a few more
alterations and there it was.

I checked again on the dates and then ran off four copies on the printer, I
would only need the four copies as the schools I had targeted as the most
likely were only in four areas. The flyer read as follows.

'The International Christian Society invites applications for a bible study
camp to be held from the 7th of March until the 18th of March.  To be held
at their special camp at Bethfield.  Applicants must be between the ages of
thirteen and fifteen and have parental approval.  All expenses will be
covered by the Society and transport too and from the camp will be
provided.  Applications must be in by the 8th of March and final selection
of the six candidates will be made on the 9th of March with departure the
next day.  Please provide a recent photograph for identification when
making the application Please send applications to P.O.Box ****'

While this was not totally foolproof if was however, sufficient for what I
had in mind and the target group of parents was not usually over endowed
with being able to see through the line.  I had selected the dates as that
was the school holliday period and most parents don't want their kids under
their feet all day long during those times.

I then set too and set out a business card for the society so as to
validate myself when approaching the schools to place the flyers adding a
false name to the card just in case, when I was happy with the result I
printed them out on the white card I had purchased for that purpose, it all
looked very official and I was happy with the result.

The last piece to do was the application forms and those I kept as basic as
possible but gave me all the infomation I would need to make my final
selection.

At a little after midnight I was finished and sat back with a sense of
achievement as I looked through my handywork, yes it would do very nicely,
after the bank tomorrow, dressed appropriately, I would visit the four
schools and have the flyers put up and wait for the results. The Post Box I
had hired earlier today under the name of the Society and, as it was a
Society I didn't need personal identification, beurocracy is very handy at
times.

I was not concerned at being later identified as I had only done the post
box at the busiest time of the day and the counter staff had barely looked
up as I handed over the application and paid the money, I would do the same
at the schools, picking the busiest time for them at the start of class and
each of the breaks when the kids were running rampant through the schools.

The following day, everything went according to plan, the bank was only too
happy to finalise all the paperwork and deeds, the school staff hardly
noticed me as they told me to place the flyers on the notice board while a
thousand kids caused havoc around them.

By four o'clock I was finished and was sitting in a small coffee house
feeling very smug and satisfied at the outcome of the day. Tomorrow was
saturday and as I thought about the changes I would make to the house, I
decided to offer Tony a bit extra to fly home alone Saturday and come back
on monday to pick me up, I felt the less he saw the better for both of us
and the extra time to set things up would be best when I got the boys
there.

By five o'clock I was seated at the computer searching the internet for
some favorable sites to help me with what I wanted to do at the house and
to get a few extra ideas on how to keep discipline in my house, it's truly
amazing what you can find when you hunt around, some of the ideas were
going to be simple to put together and I could see a lot of fun was going
to be had by all.

I met Tony at the airport and explained about the boat, he had no problem
with doing it that way and was only to happy to do the extra trip out on
Monday afternoon so we parted and he went towards the plane for his take
off as I drove away to get the boat.

While the sea was a little choppy it didn't slow the boat at all as it rode
with ease over small waves and at thirty knots made the island in just over
four hours, it was an exhilerating run and the boat performed like a true
deep water boat.

Tony was waiting on the jetty to help moor her alongside and with a smile
asked if I had had a good run out.

"Yeah, she goes like a dream, I'm going to get a lot of pleasure out of
her."

"Well I've unloaded most of your stuff, there's only those heavy timbers to
get out and I'm done for the day."

"Right, Lets get that done and you can get home to the missus, by the way,
that last flight will be late in the afternoon of the tenth."

"That sounds great, how late?"

"You won't get home till after dark probably, still ok for you?"

"Perfect, there's a flight out for Aussie at 4.00am, the missus will be
stoked if we can get that one."

"Good, then that's fixed, ok lets get that timber out and let you get
home."

Once tony had left I began to get all the goods up to the house and for the
next three days worked like a gally slave to get the house ready for my
future guests and on Monday afternoon, as I heard Tony's plane circling for
a landing, I took a last look at my handy work in the play room and with a
smile locked the door and made my way towards the taxiing plane, another
week and I would have my future all set.

All the following week I spent clearing the post box and sorting through
the pile of applications, the response was startling, by Friday the 8th I
had collected close to 400 applications, the sorting took long hours of the
day and night until I had it down to the last twenty, these were definately
the pick of the crop and all that remained was to select the final six.

Seven were a little easier as there was no contact phone number and I
didn't want to be seen by too many of the parents so had decided to make
the final selection and telephone the six only.

At 3.00am I had made the last selection, it almost broke my heart to have
to turn down the others but six is what I had decided on and I knew better
than too change my plans.

I knew deep down that while the bible study part was attractive to the
parents, the real grabber had been that it was all for free and that they
would hardly notice the driver of the van as they would be more concerned
with making sure their boy was behaving himself as they got excited about
the trip.

When I rang the six families, three of the fathers were obviously half
drunk and the other three weren't home but the mother was happy that her
boy had been selected and would have them at the right place and time for
the bus to pick them up.

The final six were truly tight little gifts, I'm not a big guy being only
5' 10" and medium but solid build and I like my boys a bit on the small and
slim side so, had picked them on that basis.

The oldest was Beni at just on fifteen, he was the smallest of the boys and
had very sexy eyes, next was Tana at fourteen and a half, slim and with a
wide open smile and a tight and compact body, next came Pita at the same
age as Tana but a little smaller and from what I could see of his body in
the photograph was almost hipless.

Those three were all Samoan, the last three were all between thirteen and
fourteen, Koru from the cook Islands had the most amazing face and a long
plaited pony tail of shining black hair, Moana and Mila were from Tonga and
had that pure innocence that was not going to last long if I had anything
to do with it.

I had introduced myself as a Mr. Carstairs and told each parent that our
driver would pick up the boys at 1.00pm tomorrow at the community hall in
Falstone, which was close enough for all of them to make in plenty of time.

I had had some stick on signs with the Societies name on them, for the
sides of the van, I had bought it for cash through the local paper and no
questions and was going too dump it, minus the signage, out of the way
before the plane took off for the Island.

When I pulled up at the appointed meeting place, my hunch had been correct,
the parents barely noticed the Palangi driver as their boys hurried about
trying to get onboard and away from the hugs and threats. Seeing them all
for the first time was even better than their photographs, even done up in
the Sunday going to church best, didn't hide the delights that were
underneath, their excitment was palpable and while they were all strangers
to each other, the event had given them a common bond.

My plan was simple in that I would drive them down country for a couple of
hours and, as they were city boys they would soon be lost, and then when
Tony rang me at 4.00pm as I had asked him to do on my mobile, I would tell
the boys that there had been a fire at the camp and we were going to take
them to another place on an Island instead. I was sure that the thought of
a plane trip would setle any fears they might have and as I planned to feed
them most of the day until they could hardly stand up, they would be tired
and sleepy by the time we got onto the plane and out to the Island, as well
as a little help I had planned for them.

Everything went entirely to plan and after the glum looks at the missed
camp, the news of ten days on an Island instead had the boys all set for
anything, Tony had rung me at exactly 4.00pm and I told him to expect us at
6.00pm, that would put us on the Island just on dark so the boys wouldn't
see too much of their surroundings, if they were still awake and I doubted
that very much.

After all the food and goodies they had consumed during the drive, most of
the boys were already napping by the time I pulled up beside the
plane. Tony sat studiously in the pilots seat looking straight ahead and
not seeing anything as I woke each boy, gave him his 'airsick pill' and
belted him into his seat. When the last one was on board I told Tony I
would be right back and drove the van away. Twenty minutes later I had a
taxi drop me off at the gate and walked over to the plane after he had left
the area.

Taking the seat next to Tony after checking to see the boys were all asleep
I gave him the go ahead and we smoothly took off into the darkening sky.

"You going to be able to unload all the cargo by yourself Tanner?"

"Yeah, I think I can manage, might make it a bit dark for your takeoff
though."

"Not a problem, I'll give you a hand to put it on the ground and then I can
leave, the bloody missus has gone and got us a booking on Thai Air for
midnight so I'll be leaving the country earlier than I thought."

I handed an envelope to Tony.

"Popped a bit extra in for you, thought it might come in handy if the
missus wants to go shopping."

"She'll do that right enough, thanks and don't worry about the unloading,
with two of us it won't take long."

True too his word, Tony soon had the boys on the airstrip away from the
plane and, with a smile and a wave was half way down the strip before I got
the first boy on his feet to help him make his groggy way towards the
house.

One by one I walked them to their selected room and with no resistance from
each of them, helped to undress them down to their boxers or underpants
before settling them under the single cover where they immediately went
back to sleep.

I gathered all their clothes and took them back outside where I had left
their single bags, stuffed the clothes as best I could in the various bags
and took them down to the boat to be disposed of tomorrow, the boys
wouldn't be needing them anymore.

Now the fun can begin, and as I made my way back into the house, my groin
was starting too play its usual tune with the thought of what was to come
but, first I had to make sure the boys were ready for the morning.