Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2005 21:05:03 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: STEALTH SUCKER

STEALTH SUCKER

PART 1

INTRODUCTION

Anton Koenig Auerbach, of German decent, had been appropriately
named because his initials were AKA and he possessed numerous AKA's.
As well as many names he possessed many passports, some genuine,
some forged and for each name he had a birth certificate, a Social
Security number, high school and college diplomas, a valid address,
deeds to properties and a bank account.   He is a highly educated man
of many talents and holds many degrees.  He is a licensed physician in the
State of California.

His wealth is beyond belief, beyond spending in the span of one human
life, with bank accounts in Switzerland, the Caymans and all the major
American cities.

I know him as well as anyone because I am his male companion along
with a 13-year-old boy he met at a Denny's restaurant in Hollywood.  A
boy named Bernie who Anton sometimes calls Bee because of his cute,
little stinger.

Many people know Anton only by reputation and refer to him as the
Stealth.

He picked me up in a bar in Kingston, Jamaica, where I lived.  He took me
to his hotel suite and took me several times, both orally and anal wise.  He
liked me because I had a huge cock that loved being sucked, especially
by a white man that enjoyed and was skilled at sucking large boners.  I
fancied white cocksuckers making love to my cock because they made
me feel as if they were finally giving black men their long overdue respect.

My name is Christian Summers; my father is a government official in
Jamaica.   Anton also liked my British accent, which all Jamaicans have.
My mother was a native black.   Three days after we met, Anton handed
me a forged, U S passport, in my name, stamped by Jamaican Customs
indicating I had passed through customs on the same day as Anton.  I
flew back to the states with him and his two bodyguards in his private Leer
jet to Reno and then by his helicopter to a private heliport in a remote
mountain region, roughly in the area of Lake Tahoe, California.

During the flight from Kingston to Reno, Anton twice nursed my cock to
arousal, hardness and finally ejaculation.  The first time we were flying
over
the Caribbean, the second time was somewhere between Miami and
Reno.  I haven't seen my parents since I left the island with Anton.

Anton, above everything else, is a cocksucker, an insatiable cocksucker.

However, occasionally, he did fuck Bernie or me.  I am getting ahead of
my story, but since I did, I'll proceed with what I started to tell you.  I
have
occasionally seen Bernie, a beautiful, young, skinny blond with a thin,
four-
inch, uncut penis sit, motionless on Anton's lap, facing him, with his arms
wrapped around him and Anton's hard, seven-inch cock fully engulfed
and embraced within his boy hole while Anton sucked one of the ten men
he kept prisoner in his secluded, secure hideaway in the Sierras.

Having his cock encased deep in the warm, loving, caressing circle of
Bernie's tight little, teen, boy pussy seemed to help bring him climax when
he sucked one of the ten prisoner's cocks.  I think it might even had been
the key to his being able to reach orgasm when he'd been away, was
tired from his travels, yet coveted a hard, cum filled cock to ejaculate in
his mouth.  I know that before Bernie arrived, Anton sometimes had me
masturbate him while he was sucking cock or he'd hold my erected
monster as he sucked.  When Anton climaxed with his cock in Bernie's ass
both he and Bernie screamed with delight at their sexual gratification and
always left, afterwards, for Anton's bedroom where the two of them
always slept together.

As I said, he was insatiable.  It was not however due to his lack of trying.

MISCELLANEOUS INFORMATION

Anton is, I estimate, 45 with light brown hair and blue eyes, tall, fair
skinned, in top physical condition and incredibly handsome in a
masculine sort of way with his square jaw and his cleft chin.   As a younger
man he had worked within the CIA, not as an agent but as a trainer.
Anton was a sharp shooter and still practiced in his soundproof shooting
gallery in the basement with the guards on his staff.   He is lean with
defined, well-developed muscles and demands those whom he keeps as
guards and those whom he selects as prisoners to be likewise.  The CIA
also used him to teach tracking in outdoor environments and tailing
persons on foot in urban areas.

I think those years are when he became known as The Stealth.

His walk is as silent as though he could move without putting one foot in
front of another.  He moves effortlessly and stealth like.  Sometimes when
he approaches me from behind he so surprises me that he literally scares
me out of my wits.

In short, he was as capable as any man to kill.  But he had never killed a
man.  He had no desire to kill.  He wanted only to suck cock.

The hideaway consists of a basement and two stories, a concrete
structure with an exterior veneer of native stone to match other mansions
hidden in the Sierras and owned by the wealthy.  It varies from other
mansions chiefly in that it has irregularly angled protrusions from the
central structure.  The architect knew that regular, geometric shapes are
not found in nature.  All of the zigzag forms were woven between tall pine
trees and some roof levels were of a custom green, metal roofing that
matched the trees and others were earth brown.  It was as invisible from
the air as it was possible to achieve.

In the basement are the shooting gallery, as previously mentioned, various
storage areas; a communication and security center that probably
surpasses any other existing facility, even in the White House.  It also is
the
location of a high-tech printing room wherein Anton's forgers produce
passports and other documents as Anton might require.  It is rumored that
he once caught a forger in the process of making plates to print
counterfeit money.  Anton was fair with him; he had him taken to a small
village, well over a thousand miles from the Atlantic, on the backwaters of
the Amazon River.

The ground level floor houses a gymnasium with a walled and wooded,
exterior, exercise area and a medical facility along with apartments for
the staff, including guards, the domestic help and the helicopter pilots.
The jet pilots live in Reno.  Of course, there are many other employees
scattered throughout the world.

The second floor is smaller than the ground level floor and, houses, in
completely separated areas, the private apartment where Anton, Bernie
and I live and the prisoners rooms – notice I did not refer to them as
cells.
In the prisoner portion of the floor are also a lounge and a library.  The
rooms are cheerfully painted and furnished with a single bed, a lounge
chair, and a TV monitor that accesses channels selected by Anton.  Each
prisoner receives, every day, clean clothing and his hometown paper.
Food is ordered from menus offering a wide variety of gourmet dishes.  A
librarian attends the library, books can be checked out.  The lounge has a
bartender.  However, each prisoner is allowed but one friend in the
lounge, another prisoner from another city.  Two prisoners from the same
city never meet nor ever see one another.

All employees are carefully screened and scrutinized.  Some guards are
ex prisoners; some are wanted by various police departments around the
country.  Loyalty develops rapidly.  Anton pays his employees such
enormous salaries that they soon become richer than they ever dreamed
they would be.   And, all employees are annually given a two-week, all
expenses paid vacation to any location of their choosing.

The basement has an elevator to an underground level even with the
helicopter and vehicle storage area in an underground shelter at the
edge of the property where the ground levels off and where a clearing in
the forest is used for a heliport.  Golf carts are used between the lower
elevator lobby and the helicopter/vehicle storage area.  The construction,
security consultant wisely recommended that the same elevator not
connect all levels of the structure for security purposes.  The woods are
saturated with alarms that react to movement and sound, sometimes set
off by deer, other animals and sometimes by the wind.  All must be
investigated unless the cause of the alarm is verifiable by surveillance
cameras.

All windows have metal, vertical shutter that are open and closed on
signal from an electric eye so that no lights are visible from the exterior
at
night.

The gravel road past the property climbs higher up the mountain to a
farm house with barn and other accessory buildings before it ends; the
farm buildings are unoccupied, painted white with red roofs to serve as a
visual distraction from the hideaway, especially from the air at night when
the house is well lighted and has yard lights, too..  The road is blocked
from access a mile down the road from the hideaway.  There is a call
button by the blockade.  If pushed, armed guards and guard dogs
appear and send the person away, saying the property is vacant except
for guards.

ABDUCTING PRISONERS

I called your attention to the fact that the prisoners were quartered in
rooms, not cells.   Likewise, you could not accurately call them prisoners.
They were more like detainees, never more than ten at one time and
never detained for longer than three months.

When an existing detainee was ready to be released, Anton and myself,
accompanied by the bodyguards, selected a replacement in Portland
Oregon, Phoenix, San Diego, Long Beach, Hollywood or San Francisco;
identified in bars and picked up by our guards later on when they left the
bars.  Occasionally they were male escorts that Anton had arranged to
come to the hotel.  Very rarely they were just plucked from the streets at
night, but it occurred twice in San Francisco.

Once Anton saw and fancied a security guard in a Target store where
he'd gone with Bernie to buy some video game.   It was too close to our
home base to be comfortable with the snatch.  But, the guard made the
mistake of smiling at Anton and Anton had to have him.

All detainees had one thing in common; none of them were aware that
they had ever seen Anton and associated him with their abduction.

The cities for pick-ups were chosen because Anton owned private airfields
in or near each of them for the use of private plane owners.  They were
called Executive Airports and provided lodging and restaurants as well as
car rentals.  It made abductions quite easy.  Anton 's selection would be
lightly sedated, taken from the point of pick-up to Anton's private hanger
at the Executive Airport.  Every detail was planned.  Flight plans were
proper filed at the airport or from the cockpit by the pilot.  If the two
guards were seen boarding the jet with a wobbly legged man hanging
onto their shoulders it could be easily explained that he had too much to
drink.   Anton always conducted some legitimate business during the trip
to justify his being in a particular city at a specified time.

Once inside the hideaway, Dr. Auerbach tested the new man for AIDS.  If
he was infected, he was returned and another abduction was made
during the same trip.

Overall good looks and sexual appeal to Anton, never cock size, were the
determining factors in selection.  If a detainee turned out to be married,
his wife received, monthly, six $1,000 postal money orders, by registered
mail for somewhere in the country but never from the same place twice
and the envelope always had a fictitious return address.  Anton did this in
the event the wife was dependent upon her husband's income.

Upon his release, each detainee was given $25,000 in cash, even the
married ones whose wives had already received monthly payments.  This
was part of the rumor mill and verified by the guards early in the game
and helped diminish resistance to abduction.  Returning detainees was
much more difficult than abducting them and will be described later.

SUCKING THE PRISONERS

Why ten detainees?

Anton was an insatiable cocksucker.  The number of cocks he sucked an
evening depended on his mood, what he and Bernie, or he and I, had
done during the day, how much he'd had to drink and probably other
factors of which I am not aware.  At a minimum he required four and I
have seen him suck all ten in one evening, taking only one break for a
scotch, a cigarette, occasionally a joint.

The sucking room, as I call it, could be entered from the corridor in the
prisoners' area as well as from the private apartment.  When Anton and I,
or the two of us accompanied by Bernie, entered the prisoners had
already been prepared for sucking, which always started at 9:30 PM.  By
that time they'd been fed, liquored up, showered, genitals shaved if
necessary and strapped, naked, to a comfortable, padded gurney similar
to a hospital gurney except the portion that supported the legs could be
lowered then separated and spread apart to provide comfortable access
to the occupant's genitals.  The bottom, lower part of the gurney was
rolled under a one-way glass divider into the sucking arena while the
upper part remained in an area behind the glass where overhead videos
played both straight and gay movies.

Except for the light from the videos, there were no other lights in the two
areas of the room.

Each prisoner was identified with a number from 1 to 10, which both
Anton and the guards used to identify the prisoner.  It was also the
number of the room they occupied.

After each person's number Anton added a code that identified cock
size, ball size, climaxing characteristics and his overall rating on a scale
of
1 to 10.  Each evening instructions were given the guards as to which
prisoners to prepare, usually five men initially.  Anton didn't want to
drain
each man's balls every night.

Anton and I, Bernie if included, always entered naked.  For that reason
the room was kept at high temperature and the floor and walls were
carpeted to prevent reduction of normal body temperature.  The lowered
ends of the gurneys were in a row with five feet between each.  Anton sat
in an office chair on rollers, rolled it back and forth, pausing before each
man to look at and fondle his genitals, sometime rising from his chair to
engage in frottage with one of the men's cock, and then he'd begin
sucking cock.

I found it sexually arousing to the extreme just to watch Anton orally rob
the prisoners of their man juices.  He conducted the process with such
genuine talent and with such an obvious love for cock that I never tired of
witnessing his evening ritual.  Sometimes, before Anton had finished all the
prisoners, Bernie and I became so aroused we'd end up masturbating or
sucking each other.

Anton was generous.  He often let Bernie or me select a cock and suck it.
Bernie was an amazing cocksucker for his age.

Some of the guards were gay, some were straight but liked to fuck ass.
They were allowed into the room occasionally to suck a cock or fuck a
prisoner that had made it know he liked to get fucked.  A prisoner was
fucked in the same position as if he were to be sucked, except he was
tied to the gurney stomach down and his ass hole accessible.  Of course
Anton and myself watched while we sucked a cock in an adjacent
sucking station.

If Anton found he obtained special pleasure from sucking a particular
prisoner because of some feature of the prisoner's cock or balls or his
reaction to being sucked, he would have the prisoner prepped and
delivered to the sucking room by himself at any time of day or night that
Anton felt his cock becoming sexually aroused because of thinking about
the man.

The security guard from Target was one of those persons.  He was of Italian
decent, of average height with black hair worn in a crew cut on his arrival
(all of the men needed a haircut at the end of their three-month
detainment).  The Target guard had the complexion usually associated
with young Italians, average height and husky in build.  He had a
whopper of a penis and a hefty pair of cum filled knockers.  He became
No. 7.  Anton loved his cock and loved sucking it. I knew the act aroused
the Target Guard, too, as I could see his cock grow bigger and harder the
longer it was sucked.  Anton could climax while sucking the Italian without
ever having touching himself.

Luckily, the man was blessed with a male organ that lusted for sex and
frequently ached for relief.   I mean luckily for Anton as he sucked the guy
a minimum of twice a day, sometimes in the wee hours of the morning.  To
enhance his and the prisoner's pleasure he sometimes reached under the
one-way glass barrier and held a bottle of poppers to the Italian's
nostrils.

Anton liked to bring him close to climax, which he could perceive
happening because the urinary track along the underside of the penis
would enlarge and any cocksucker working on the cock would be aware
of it.  When this phenomenon reached eminent climax status, Anton
would remove his mouth from No. 7's cock and watch his body yank
against its restraints and his cock throb and jerk as it propelled his semen
into the air to land wherever it might fall.

When his cock calmed, Anton would lick his semen off his body, even the
carpet if some ha landed there.

PROBLEMS

Some men were difficult for the guards to handle and became real
troublemakers that needed disciplining, which Anton always
administered.   The offender would be taken to the basement shooting
range and shackled, naked, to the rear wall where the targets would
normally be placed.  His arms would be extended horizontally, his legs
spread wide apart, his head immobilized and fitted with ear protectors
that blocked out the shooting, which in an enclosed room could cause
deafness.

Before shooting, Anton would remove the ear protectors and ask,
"Are you a Catholic and if not, have you ever seen a Catholic make the
sign of the cross and do you know what he says, or at least thinks when so
doing."  If the prisoner were unaware, Anon would make the sign of the
cross on his own body, saying as a finger touched his forehead, "In the
name of the Father" and as his finger touched his breast, "and of the
Son", then while touching first his left and then his right shoulder, and of
the Holy Spirit, Amen."

Then, to the problem prisoner, he would say, "I am now going to walk
back to the shooting end of the gallery and make the sign of the cross
upon your body with bullets."

Speaking into a microphone that transmitted sound into the prisoner's ear
protectors, Anton would say "In the name of the Father." The bullet would
enter the bullet- absorbing, sound- deadening material at the prisoner's
end of the range, two inches above the prisoner's head,  "and of the
Son". The second bullet would enter between his legs, two inches below
his genitals.  Anton never had to use the bullets intended for the Holy
Spirit,
so he would just say "Amen" and return his pistol to its holster.  The
second
shot was always when the men sagged from fright, physically unharmed,
and succumbed to unconsciousness.  When they re-entered a conscious
state, they seemed to have gone through a personality change.  They no
longer used profane, abusive language when addressing the guards; they
were always polite and obedient.  So, it was a lesson learned.  No harm
done.  It was as if they had been born again.

However, to make certain that the men connected their punishment to
their bad behavior, Anton had them taken, upon regaining
consciousness, to the sucking room where he blew their nuts.  After
ejaculation, he would say, aloud, "End of today's lesson."

MORE SUCKING

Another prisoner that Anton enjoyed was the first one picked up right off
the street in San Francisco.   What a perfect match the two of them
turned out to be.  He enjoyed having his cock sucked as much as Anton
relished sucking it.  He turned out to be gay and getting sucked off once
or twice a day was not enough for the young guy.  Until abduction he
had been a habitual patron of porno arcades and had acquired the
need to climax four or five times a day.  Usually Anton sucked him, but
sometimes arranged for Bernie or me to service him.  His cock was on the
long side but thin for its length.  He let it be known one day that he
thought we should have a glory hole; he really liked to get sucked through
a glory hole.  So, adjacent to one of the glassed in sucking areas we
added a glory hole.  The kid from San Francisco could be placed in the
room and he would stay for hours without restraint, reading porno mags
that had been placed in the room, waiting for one of us to stick a finger
through the glory hole signaling for him to stick his cock in the hole and
get a blowjob.

RETURINING PRISONERS

On return day, the prisoner was mildly sedated, taken by delivery van to
Reno, where the vehicle entered the private hanger where the jet was
housed.  On arrival at his home destination he was retained in a private,
guarded, room in a trailer adjacent to the hanger.  One of the guards,
using one of our numerous vehicles, checked into one of the cheaper,
chain motels, like Motel 6, requesting a room at the back to avoid street
noise, which usually meant it was out of sight of the office, also, and paid
for two nights with cash.  Once in the room, he would read a magazine or
watch TV to kill an hour, being careful to immediately remove any items
he'd touched and then return to Executive Airport.

The private hanger had the machine and blanks necessary to make
duplicate keys.

In the wee hours of the morning, the returnee would again be sedated
sufficiently to make him sleep all-night and taken to the motel, put to bed
and we would leave locking the door with the duplicate key.  The
returned prisoner would wake in the morning, see the clothing he was
wearing when abducted hanging up, dry-cleaned or washed and
pressed.  His shoes cleaned and if the weather were cold, a new jacket
would also be there.  An opened brief case would contain his $25,000
stud fee. Beside the briefcase would be the real, tagged, room key, a
receipt for the room rental, in his name, along with a note reading.
"Thank you.  Please be aware that you were abducted once.  If you
involve the police upon return home, you will be abducted again.  All our
best wishes for your success in life from now on."

It was always amazing how little the kidnapping of an adult male of no
renown was printed in newspapers, of which the victim was aware,
having received his hometown newspapers daily in his room.   Likewise on
how little effort the police expended in looking for him.

Once back at the Executive Airport, Anton chose, out of a hat containing
the names of the cities were we made abductions.  The city where the
return had just been made was not in the hat.  This kept the pattern
random, one of the many small precautions made in the name of
secrecy.

TO BE CONTINUED