Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2006 21:47:45 +1100 (EST)
From: george <dog_oocl@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Brotherhood 13

Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of male/male sex
between consenting adults. If that sort of thing bothers you, or you are a
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This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual people or events is
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Chapter 13.

After we returned to Sydney, David was busy daily trying to sort out the
business of his entitlement in the family trust.  Apparently he was not
permitted to sell his 15% stake in the trust as that would require a
majority vote.  I wouldn't know what a majority vote from one end to the
other.  But he could take charge of the interests generated and accumulated
over the years. It was a huge, huge sum, just a bit over $180 Million!!!!
I though I heard him wrong, "Yes, that's the figure, excluding the capital,
more than 30 years of compound dividends and interests"

Compound?  I only knew pounding, pounded my arse, pounded his arse.

"What are you going to do with so fucking much money?"

"Buy some expensive jewelry for my No.1 bimbo"

"No shit" I hit him on his shouder.

"I've been thinking about it for a while, with the right help, some of
those young men at Darlinghurst Rd. could easily be steered away from
prostitution.  I have nothing against protitution, but we both know it's a
hard game, once they are over a certain age, passed their prime time, once
their looks and youth disappeared, their earning capacity will
diminish. Besides, how many of them ever think of saving up for the rainy
days? for the forced retirement days, which could arrive sooner than they
think, before they even turn 30?  How many of them fall into the traps of
drugs and alcohol?  I want to provide help, assitance, trainings.  Not back
to schools craps, waste of time, too late for most of them anyway.  I want
to provide something far more practical, some apprenticeships, to become
electrician, plumber, carpenter, chef , builder etc.  I wouldn't be able to
help everyone of them, but I'll do my best, and with the money I have, I
believe I could help quite a few, and I want you to be my first apprentice"
"But I'm already learning how to become a good bimbo"

"If you don't talk serious, I'll kick your arse" How about fucking it?  My
Gay Brother Teresa, holy shit.

"I'm going to set up scholarships, I'll make use of the existing
organisations from various groups, church and non-church, including
provisions of detoxification, counseling for those with personal issues,
mental illness, or if some kids want to reunite with their family, I can
give them financial assistance, and of course, the one thing all these
street boys need is decent accommodations, for that I can use some of our
family's companines to help out.  So, tell me, Josh, what would you like to
do? I worry about your staying home all day doing nothing.  I don't want
any more nonsense from you, Josh, perhaps a chef?"

"Oh, I don't know, I don't think I want to handle pots and pans, so cooking
apprentice is out of the question, besides, we have mom and Chan to prepare
meals for us.  Who needs a chef if you can eat fish raw? Nope, I think I
would like to learn to become a builder, like your father makes billions by
building houses"

"Well, I take it you want to become a house builder, that can be arranged,
but my father was more than a builder, he got lucky with the help of my
mother's money" "Oh, I have David Berg's millions at my disposal"

"Dana was right on one thing, young man, you definitely have a sharp
tongue, don't your agree, mother?"  he was addressing my mom.  It started
the day we returned from that horror lunch with David's parents.  Instead
of calling my mom Judy, he changed to "mother", and started calling his mom
"Dana".  My mom was beaming with joy since, David came first in all things.
"David likes to have his shirts ironed, David does't like sausages, too
much salt and fat, David likes Wheatbix instead of Corn flakes, too much
sugar" Hugs and kisses, on and on and on, and I was the bridesmaid.

Mom was busy knitting something, no doubt for David, she just nodded in
agreement.  Conspirators, those two.

"One question, aren't you going to do anything for the girls?"  "As a
matter fact, I did consider it, unfortunately, the girls are a bit more
complicated.  As most all of them have some attachment, pimps, boyfriends,
and majority under the control of organised crime.  One day when I put all
the threads together, I'll tackle the girls then, meantime, one step at a
time.  I have also decided on the name for my scholarship, I think you will
like it, mother"

"David Berg Scholarship?  Gay Brother Teresa Scholarship?"  I said.

"No, The Jenny Biggs Scholarship, in memory of your sister" I got hit on
the shoulder.

Mother sat up straight, "Oh, David, you are too kind", she ran over and
hugged him, kissed him, hugged him again, went teary, no, crazy.  He had
now been elevated to the status of Sainthood in my mother's book.  The
Patron Saint of Darlinghust, aka Brother David.

"Tomorrow is the big day, I'm going to my father's office with my
solicitors to arrange the official sign over of the money, when I return,
we shall go to the Chan's for a little celebration" So, by the end of day
tomorrow, we'll be free from his parents, and I gained a rich sugar
brother, The Sugar Brother of Darlinghurst.

That night, I put my sharp tongue to good use.  He got hooked to the
rimming game. My favourite position was for him to sit on my face.  I loved
being able to watch him when he came.  My tongue went straight through the
pearly gate, swirled around the ring of no return, that mother of all
rings. I used one hand to rub his nipples, and the other to masturbate him.
He was in heaven, our Patron Saint of Darlinghurst, his face distorted, his
lips opened slightly, looking up to heaven, nailed to the cross, asking the
question.  Then felt the sensation of hot spunk splashing over my face,
when the drops from heaven stopped, when his breathing recovered, The
Patron Saint returned to Earth, and took care of my need.  Kissed me
fiercely, tasted his own arse. Bit my nipples hard.  Fine line pain and
pleasure.  Sucked on my king size "Spring Roll" as he once called it,
expertly rolled his tongue around the crown, took the whole length down his
throat without choking.  Chomped away, Brother.  I pushed deeper, tested
his limit, force-fed him, pulled back to let him breath, backed in again.
Then the shakings, contractions, his mouth now a giant vacuum, my whole
being at its mercy.  I came, ejeculated billions of sperms into him, trying
to reach the egg, to find it, to fertilize it. Oh God, why man couldn't
conceive?  So fucking unfair.

The next morning, David left home 9 a.m. sharp.  Shortly after, while mom
was cleaning up the breakfast table, the phone rang.  "Good morning, is
that you Josh?  This is Mrs. Berg.  Can I come and have a quick word with
you?  Oh, I'm just around the corner, 2 minutes' time?"  Hated surprises,
what that super bitch wanted?  I suspected she and Warren were up to no
good, she planned this meeting without David's presence, she must be
waiting outside the gate, intercom buzzed almost straight away.

Breezed in Dana, the mother of our Saint.  "Good morning Judy" "Good
morning Mrs. Berg, please take a sit" Lovely perfume, not the cheap stuff
Michelle used, some very expensive dress she had on, egg size diamond ring
with matching ear rings.  The giant money sign sat down.  "Would you like a
cup of tea or coffee?"  "No, I only drink one coffee a day, I had my
ration" Not a word of thanks, that arrogant bitch, that's my mom, not your
servant.  "Would you excuse me Mrs. Berg?"  "No, stay, I want to talk to
both of you" Like talking to a dog, stay, sit, paw.  Game time.

"I'll go straight to the point.  Me and my husband," What did she think she
was, the fucking Queen of England?  "both agree that David's accociation
with your family will do untold damages to David's career and his
reputation, our reputation.  Both your sister and father committed suicide,
albeit their sad circumstances, you, a street walking male prostitute,
despite you portrayed yourself a social worker, really, a male hooker you
were" she used her tongue like a knife, and she twisted it to extract
maximum pain, just you keep, bitch.

"We the Bergs, of very high social standings, I'm on various charity
organisations, our family members occupy high positions in the government,
some are lawyers, medical professions.  And your family, without going into
details, anyway, you know what I mean"

"But, the purpose of my being here today is not to humiliate you" Oh, what
did you call this, compliments? Thank you bitch "but to make an offer you
can't refuse" Keep talking, bitch.  Mom's face was all white, I'd never
seen her so angry, like she might throw the hot kettle over that bitch any
minute soon.

"I've seen many gold diggers over the years, thanks to that disgraceful
husband of mine" "You mean unfaithful?"  She ignored me, and continued "and
you are, in my experience, a small time gold digger, but, I want to be
generous, and I've drawn up a cheque, Warren told me it's too much, to
recompese you for the sexual services you performed for the benefits of my
son David.  The money should set you and you mother up for life, you will
never have to walk that street in Darlinghurst Rd. ever, on the condition
that you leave my son straight away, and stop all future contacts with him
and my family, you can keep whatever gifts you received from David,
including the cars" "No, the cars are in his name" "Oh, he is smarter than
I thought" "No, we didn't want to accept it as gifts" Mom replied.

"Whatever, here is the chque" she handed it over to me.  I'd never seen a
$1 million cheque in my life, not in my dreams, not even a fake one, let
alone a real McCoy.  I let out a whistle, then passed it on to Mom "what's
your thought, mom?"  "Josh, it's your life, your decision, I'm sure you'll
make the right choice" She looked at it as though it was a piece of super
market receipt.  Diplomatic she was.

"Mrs. Berg, how do I know that it won't get bounced?  You can easily cancel
it as soon as we get out of that door!  I'll need to bank it and make sure
it won't get bounced" She was most helpful, "Oh, how about you stay on
until the cheque is cleared and the money physically being credited into
your bank account?  It that a deal?"

"Sure, thank you Mrs. Berg, it's a deal, but I will tell David myself about
my leaving him, after the cheque cleared, not before, and if you utter one
word, the whole deal is off, you get me?"  A million bucks for less that
few months of work?  Thank you ma'am.  She breezed out, pleased, mission
accomplished.  Warren, good news!

"You are not going to take the money, are you, Josh?  You are not going to
repay David with such despicable act?  He loves you, how can you?  I know
it is a lot of money, but" "More than a lot, mom, huge, as a matter of
fact, a million bucks" "Oh well, I have my say, you do what you want" she
went into her room and slammed the door on me.

I went straight to my bank with my saving account passbook, I presented the
cheque, the bank teller from the Commonwealth Bank looked over the counter
like I was going to rob them.  He asked me to wait, and went to talk to his
manager, they mumbled for a little while, then the bank manager approached
the counter, all smiles.  "Mr. Biggs, thank you for banking with us, it's a
lot of money, we will need to check with the drawer to make sure it is
legitimate, which I'm sure it is, just a matter of bank policy, really.
What are you going to do with such large sum? Perhaps you would like to
talk to one of our financial planners who could provide free taxation and
financial advice to help you investing your money?"  "No, but thanks, so
how long it will take to clear with the drawer?"  "Oh, right away, please
do sit down, there are chairs over that corner, and I'll call you as soon
as it's done" Money talks, money talked, I felt big, Mr. Biggs, no body
ever called me that except David, and that duty police officer at the
Acacia Ridge station.

It was all done within 15 minutes, and I was told the cheque required 3
working days to clear, I could lay my hands on one million bucks 3 fucking
working days later!  Wow.  I almost got a hard on thinking about it.

Mother was glum when I returned home, I was in a cheery mood though.  In
order not to put her through too much miseries, I let her in my little
game.

"Mother, how could you even think that I would be so ungrateful and take
the money and leave David? You think I'm such a low life?  Such a prick?
After what he did for us?  Shame on you"

"But, but, you did take the cheque and bank it"

"Why not, it's good money mom, but not for our benefit, mom.  I'll give the
money to the Jenny Biggs Scholarship, our contribution, you silly cow!"  I
was elevated to the Sainthood immediately, The Patron Saint of Love and
Loyalty.

Final round, K.O.

We jumped when we heard those wheels crushing the gravels.  We wer the
jumpy lot these days. David walked in the door all smileys.  Thank you God,
such wonderful man landed onto my dick, into my life.  Lord of the Ring?

When I showed him my bank saving passbook, you should see the expressions
went past his face, queries, doubts, revelations.  "Dana?"  After he was
told the whole story, "What are you going to do now?"  When I mentioned the
down payment for Jenny Biggs Scholarship, he laughed so hard, mom joined
in, I joined in, tears rolling down our cheeks, and I'd cemented my status
as The Patron Saint of Love and Loyalty.  Couldn't wait to see Dana in
three day's time.

The Chan's chinese cookings were delicious.  Mom even had a little sip of
bubblies.  I had too much that night, David carried me home.


To be continued......