Date: Wed, 27 Oct 2004 12:25:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bill Thomas <hottoppop@yahoo.com>
Subject: Senior Moment, Part 11

I heard chatter in the kitchen the next morning; it
woke me.  One of Charlie's personal business ventures,
as opposed to family business, was a training program
for corporate or personal protectors and servers.
Those in the program were usually college age or just
out of college, very fit and very smart.  The boys
were usually orphans, or from broken families, poor,
and of mixed or other than white race.  They learned
to cook, clean house, drive evasively, install bugging
devices, use all kinds of recording equipment, enter,
leave, plant evidence or gather it, and search through
stuff without leaving tracks.  Uncle Tran did that and
Charlie worked on their stealth, fitness and fighting
skills in the gym he had had built in his old barn.
Their college and living expenses were provided;
graduates were highly sought after by those people
needing this type of service.  As I understand, the
graduates were very well paid.  Charlie's partner was
Tran Nugyen, a kid he had found or rescued in Viet Nam
in the mid 60s.  Early on, I had agreed to be one of
their guinea pigs; it got my home cleaned free and
lots of great meals prepared.  Uncle Tran or Charlie
would plant things, leave things, or give the guys a
list of things to look for or find.  How quickly they
accomplished these tasks led to rewards.

Carlos brought me my breakfast in bed; a rare treat.
I sat up in bed and stretched.  He took one look at me
and laughed out loud.  "Mr. Bill, I think you need a
shower."  There were dried cum clumps in my chest
hairs.  I told Carlos I would tend to that later and
asked him to stay for a minute.  I asked him to do a
small job for me; we were encouraged to use their
services freely.  I told him that I wanted him to buy
Mike some clothing; I had no idea of what a young guy
would like.  He needed slacks, socks, shirts,
underwear and a decent jacket.  I had checked what he
had left in a single drawer; it was old and worn.
"Ahhh, the young man that is now staying with you?" he
asked.  I blushed a bit and nodded.  "I shall be happy
to do that for you today and bring it back later.  He
is very handsome and big."  Carlos was no taller than
5'7"  and had not one ounce of body fat.  He was a
handsome miniature.  Today, I noticed for the first
time, his tight fitting pants.  He had a full basket,
or so it seemed.  He excused himself and began to
gather laundry, etcetera.

I Finished my breakfast and left the crew to do their
thing.  Telling Carlos I had left $200.00 on my
dresser for his shopping, I went over to the gym.  I
often joined the classes; but, I always was in the
last row.
Theses were beautiful to watch; especially now that I
had begun to develop a "taste" for the male form.
Eventually, we broke for lunch.  Charlie and I, still
in Speedos, ate alone.  We talked about Mike's home
coming, etc.  One would think we had been apart for
months, so great was my enthusiasm or need.

Tran had asked to speak to Charlie privately and they
moved to the back of the room.  When Charlie returned
he was very quiet.  I noticed that Tran had pointed at
me during their conversation but I asked no questions.
 About an hour later, Carlos came into the pool area
where Charlie and I had settled in to read.  He was
followed closely by Uncle Tran.  I sensed trouble.
Charlie stood, walked over to Carlos and slapped him
hard across the face, twice and then used just his
fingers in a jab under his breast bone.  Tran grasped
Carlos from behind, taking an arm in some lock-type
grip, and forced Carlos to his knees.
I can't tell you if it was Carlos or I who was most
shocked.  "You took money that did not belong to you."
was all that Charlie said at first and then he
continued with a tone of disgust,  "You were warned
before.  This is your last chance; you will be
punished now."

"I took nothing!"  Carlos gasped.  "I took nothing."

"We have photos; the money was on Mr. Bill's dresser."
 I began to say something, but Charlie looked at me
and ordered, "Silence.  This is not your affair."
There was a look in the boy's face.  He was angry.  He
shook his head at me, indicating I should say nothing.
 I was unsure.

"You choose to believe me or not; I give you my word;
I took nothing."

"Take of your clothes!" Charlie ordered and he sat on
a bench.  Tran held out a short whip type thing.
Again I tried to say something.

"Mr. Bill, please be quiet.  Carlito, you are a coward
as well, I see."  was Tran's taunting response.

Carlos turned towards the door; "You and Mr. Charlie
are assholes."
He slammed the door.  The silence that followed was
deafening.
Moments later, the door opened and Carlos walked back
in.  He was naked.  "I am not a coward."  He walked
over to Charlie and taking the whip from Tran's hand,
gave it to Charlie.  "Make me cry, big man.  You think
you own this world."  Charlie sat on the bench, placed
his hand on Carlos' neck and bent him over so that his
body was across Charlie's lap.

"NO!"  I shouted.

"Mr Bill, this is not your concern."  Carlos spoke
quietly. "Stay if you wish, but say nothing."

Again I started to speak.  Tran's hand went over my
mouth and he spoke quietly into my ear, .  "Be silent,
Sir, or leave."

Whack  whacK  whacKK  WhacKKK  WHACKKK... the blows
fell fast and furiously.  Carlos made not a sound; he
did not whimper, he did not exhale loudly, he laid
perfectly still and stared at the floor.  Welts rose
on his beautiful camel colored ass flesh.  It turned
red so quickly.  WHACKKKK  WHACCCKKKK  WHACCCKkkk;
the sound echoed in the room.  Tears streamed down my
face; I saw them now in Carlos' eyes.
WWWHHHACCCKKK   WHACCCKKKKK... I watched Carlos stir.
His body began thrusting down into Charlie's lap with
each stroke of the whip.
There was a new expression on his face; one I did not
comprehend.

Charlie's face showed even more rage."You lying,
sniveling, little fucking cock-sucker!" he roared.
Standing, he dropped Carlos on the floor.  Carlos'
very thick 6" long boy cock was at attention,
quivering, and ropes of cum continued spurting from
his piss slit landing all over the floor.  Gobs of it
stood out on Charlie's Marine red bathing suit.  "You
fagot bastard!  Clean that off of me."  Charlie was
beginning to show signs of excitement himself, his
general's weapon stretched the fabric tight.  Bending,
he grabbed Carlos head and jammed the boys mouth
against his body, ordering, "Lick your shit off of
me."  Carlos began doing just that.  He breathed hot,
short breaths against Charlie's ever enlarging wedge
shaped cock.  Soon, the head emerged from the top of
the suit, seeking its own freedom.  Not touching
Charlie, Carlos ate him up.  Charlie pushed the trunks
down, allowing his man flesh complete freedom.  Carlos
struggled a bit but swallowed the 10" long cock that
was before him.  Charlie cried out. "I'm cummmmmmming
you cock-sucker.  Eat it all."  He grabbed Carlos head
and held it still; you could see the obstruction
blocking his throat.  Carlos could not breathe.

"Stop IT, Stop it!"  Let him alone you bastard."
Charlie let go of Carlos.  I broke free from Tran and
pulled Carlos to me.  My voice shaking with anger and
excitement, i screamed, "Why didn't you let me tell
him, Why?"   I turned to Charlie.  "I left the money
for him.  He used it to buy clothes for Mike.  God, I
asked him to do it.  Charlie, what have you done?  Who
were you beating?  Am I a 'Fagot Bastard" too.  With
my arms around Carlos, I headed for the door.

"Bill, wait, wait!"  Charlie came towards us.  The
look on his face was like death, he was ashen.

"Get the fuck away from me.  Leave us alone."  Once in
the locker area, I helped Carlos dress.