Somerset Farm 

                                                                                        by Jamie Haze

 


Chapter 50



Two weeks had elapsed since Mohamed, quickly nicknamed Medi bought half the
first floor of Trasker Hall from Doug and Buck. Medi, as the Crown Prince
of a nation consisting of just over one hundred square miles of sand
floating on a vast pool of oil, was not used to being thwarted by anyone
except his father the King. When Doug refused to have the contractor work
his crews twenty-four hours a day and compromised with a double shift, or
sixteen hours, Medi agreed but promptly hired an additional contractor,
which doubled the number of workmen struggling to finish his suite of rooms
in a very narrow window of time he allotted them before the decorators
arrived to begin the task of furnishing.

Doug came boiling out of the bathroom with Buck right behind him. Both were
infuriated. They had finished what they had to do for classes the next day
and were getting ready for the evening and had gone in to douche and shower
when they discovered that there was no water, hot or cold. The reason was
obvious from the continuous banging of nail guns and whine of saws. Medi
was moving walls - again. They raced each other down the closest staircase
at their end of the hall to burst into a scene that resembled an anthill
being reconstructed after a flood. Workers were everywhere; too many Doug
thought, to be efficient and little Medi with his ever-present body servant
and looming bodyguards was at the center of the activity. Just then Medi
was pointing at two dripping copper pipes that until very recently ran from
the basement, up through a wall to supply water to Buck and Doug's bathroom
directly above them. The wall was gone along with the piping up to the
ceiling or where the ceiling would be eventually. It appeared that the
lounge bathroom was being enlarged evidenced by the missing wall and a
large rectangular hole that had been cut into the floor.

"MEDI!" Doug screamed, "What the fuck are you doing? That bathroom was
almost finished, and now there's no water in our bathroom upstairs!" He
reached out with his hands to encircle Medi's neck. Hussein, Medi's servant
stepped forward to offer his neck as a substitute while both robed guards
filled their hands with handguns and half drawn daggers as they further
blocked Medi with their bulky bodies.

Medi pushed between the guards with a giggle, "Sorry about that chaps," he
said happily, "but if I get so much as a scratch or a bruise, my father
promised that it would take them as long as a week before they died." He
switched languages to explain the problem and then added his own
promise. If any resident of the second floor were injured because of
over-zealousness, both would finish their tour of duty without hands. Doug
and Buck had no idea what he said but both guards seemed to be mollified
and bowed low to Medi first and then to them. Medi continued in English
with a wave at the hole in the floor, "It occurred to me that the little
spa pool would be inadequate when all of you come down to visit, so I'm
having a larger pool installed." He admired Buck and Doug's forgotten
nakedness and laughed, "While you both are dressed for the occasion, the
new pool won't be finished for two days." A foreman rolled his eyes and
held up four fingers. Medi caught the motion, "I said two, and that's the
end of it! Meanwhile connect those blasted pipes or I shall be evicted
before I move in." Medi took their hands so he was between them; "Meanwhile
I wonder if I could impose on you for some refreshment upstairs away from
this turmoil."

The boys allowed themselves to be turned around and led to the exit door
while holding Medi's hands as if it were a common thing. Buck was the first
to react, "Goddamnit Medi," he said with a giggle, "I can't wait to see you
crowned, you're already so bossy it's scary."

'Thank you I think, but I hope I won't be crowned until I'm old and gray
since my father is only twenty-three."

"TWENTY-THREE?" Buck and Doug managed to gasp together while Buck's thumb
unlocked the door into the second floor.

Medi couldn't stop laughing until they were in the lounge. "Everyone reacts
like you just did. My grandfather died suddenly from an aneurysm when my
father was twelve. He married soon after the coronation because the
succession must continue. You see ours is not a democratic monarchy, there
must always be a head of state. Lucky for me my mother was fifteen and my
father was already proven quite virile with two children from serving
girls. Anyway it's quite fun to grow up with one's father." Medi glanced at
Hussein who was already naked and kicking free of his sandals as he rushed
Medi to divest him of his tee shirt and shorts. The guards took up
positions against the closed door, barring any unannounced entries. No one
noticed Tommy near the fireplace, curled up in a chair that faced away from
them.

Buck and Doug watched the efficient valet service with their mouths hanging
open while Tommy watched with his widening blue eyes just above the chair
back with a growing erection and a silent giggle. "You said you were
thirsty," Doug began while eyeing Medi's pre-puberty erection.

"I believe I requested some refreshment," Medi interrupted, "and you
agreed." He pointed to Buck's rising cock, "And that magnificent tool will
be a rather fantastic start before I get to you. Meanwhile, perhaps you
would be interested in playing with this," he lifted and stroked Hussein's
package casually until his servant was standing tall with his legs spread
for balance, his hips thrust forward and his eyes closed.

"You don't understand Medi, we don't mess around much outside our group and
you're too young anyway," Doug explained. "How about a Coke instead?"

It was clear to Medi that both Doug and Buck were tempted; it was
impossible for them to hide that. He lurched on by turning around and
spinning befuddled Hussein to display their butts. He patted Hussein's
affectionately, "This was a virgin until I found him in the stable working
as a groom and he still is mostly since I can't do much as yet." He
caressed his own crack, "Hussein is the only one who has ever enjoyed
this," he giggled, "under protest at first, and while he's really
satisfying, I feel it's time that I made some new friends."

Buck shook his head to clear it and retreated to the fridge to get them
Cokes. He got one for Hussein as well. He saw Tommy grinning at him, and
tapping his chest while he mouthed, "If you guys don't want him, can I?"
Buck shrugged and then nodded after quickly deciding that Tommy, the
youngest of the group was also closest to Medi's age.

Tommy stood in the chair to betray his presence and his eagerness to be a
substitute. "How about Tommy here? He's only a little older than you and
you can see he's willing."

Doug giggled his surprise and relief, "In fact he's always willing just
like he's always ready, like now."

Medi appraised the alternative and nodded enthusiastically, "Brilliant,
chaps! I shall work my way up." He became all business, "Here?" he asked,
testing the carpet with his foot.

Tommy answered with a frown at Doug that included Buck. Doug interpreted,
"Tommy doesn't talk, he hurt his voice box," Doug gave Tommy the finger,
"He said that since we don't want to play, that we can't watch."

Tommy took Medi and Hussein's hands and led them to the door. Medi's guards
weren't fast enough so Tommy pushed them aside to get at the door
handle. He paused to look back and grin. His lips moved for a minute before
he towed Medi and Hussein from the room. He left Doug and Buck laughing and
holding each other up.

"Man, I can just hear Spencer now. He's still sensitive about what everyone
thinks of him rooming with Tommy, being totally pussy whipped and fucking
him whenever Tommy lifts his legs. He'll shit bricks when Tommy makes him
fuck little Medi AND Hussein!" Doug roared, "And he kicked Tommy out
tonight so he could catch up on his homework." Doug raised an eyebrow, "Now
Hussein," he mused, "Medi must make him workout or something, and he is
fifteen, and pretty well hung for a little guy." Doug waited for Buck to
react to his crack about stature.

"Yeah, but he's part of a package deal, I've never seen them alone," Buck
agreed. "Well for Spence tonight, there's homework and then there's
homework. Spence is going to be fucked up tomorrow after he gets fucked out
tonight." Buck had an idea, "Hey, let's give them a few minutes and go
watch them, no one, especially Tommy, minds walking in on us and it's about
time we returned some visits. We still need to shower anyway, so we may as
well use theirs."

Buck and Doug approached Medi's guards posted outside in the hall in front
of Spencer and Tommy's room hesitantly. They were trying to push each other
forward and arguing about which had the bigger balls or nerve to push the
brutes aside so they could get in the room when Noah came striding toward
them wearing his round wire rimmed glasses and still more than half
excited.

Noah followed their smiling eyes to look down at himself and explained,
"David and I were giving Chad and Rick a special lesson when we got
beeped. Five minutes ago, Snoopy said there's an intruder in the South
American's wing. You should get in a room and stay there while we check it
out."

"Just one?" Buck asked. He and Doug immediately started walking toward the
lobby, ignoring the admonition to get in a room.

Noah sighed and hurried to catch up, "Yes just one, but next time you
better listen." Hans and Herman came into view carrying the culprit between
them through the lobby door while holding their two monstrous fifty caliber
handguns on him, which interrupted Noah's scolding.

Evan and Billy were already there and waiting. Evan rolled his eyes, "Put
him down," he said, deflated. "Man, you two guys, you're too
proactive. That's JC, Juan-Carlos, he owns the joint so it's okay for him
to be down there whenever he wants to be."

JC's look of fear was replaced by one of embarrassment. Everyone assumed
that since he was only wearing a pair of bikini underwear that his motive
involved a bit of self-gratification in the privacy of his own
soon-to-be-completed quarters. "I am most sorry to be of inconvenience. I
was to sleep there this evening for the first time. I did not know you had
alarms there or I would not have intruded."

"No problem JC, you can sleep there if you want to," Doug assured him, "but
I sort of have to ask why you'd want to since it isn't finished?"

JC danced nervously, "There was a promise of rain tonight Douglas, and I
have been caught out before. Wet and cold is most bad."

"What?" Buck asked with amazement, "You've got a room, why would you camp
out?"

"It is security for me. If someone visits my room, they kill only blow up,"
JC paused, searching for the right words, "how do you say it? A blow up
dolly with life-like mouth parts and pussy and with real blond hair." It
was obvious that he was quoting parts of some advertising for an inflatable
fuck doll.

Everyone started laughing while JC's whole sleek body turned red from his
handsome Latin face down. "Next question," Doug asked, "does she work as
advertised?" This got everyone laughing again while they waited for JC to
answer.

JC ventured a small shy smile, "She was adequate both ways, but I have no
comparison as yet. I am most sure though that real one's are not as
difficult to clean after. You understand I think, yes?"

"Yup, gottcha," Buck nodded, "you only bought her as a decoy, but since she
was there and not busy."

"Yes, Buck, exactly. I thought to get some return on my investment." JC
grinned finally, enjoying the banter.

"Do you think someone is after you?" David asked. His question sobered the
room.

JC shrugged, "There is no way of knowing. My family has many enemies so I
endure discomforts to be alive each morning."

Doug looked down at Buck, who nodded his approval, "You'd be safe up here,
as safe as we are, if you want to stay," he hesitated, "but there's one
small problem, we're all gay. You'd find that out pretty quickly anyway as
soon as you moved in so you may as well know right now. I guess though we
could make one lounge off limits, you could sleep there and even move in
Miss Dolly," He giggled before continuing, "Of course if you do, you might
have to share her, at least once. If I like her better than Buck, I'll buy
my own and he's history." He wasn't fast enough to avoid the inevitable
playful fist to a kidney.

JC turned red again but grinned, "You could have her if you like her, in
trade for Buck." He joked before he became serious, "Surely you must know
that there are rumors on campus about this whole building, if one lives
here he is gay. That was why I wanted to move in, there is safety in
numbers, in part, and the other reason is your excellent security system
where I am caught without even the electricity turned on. I was a good
test. May I see the workings of these electronics?"

Buck gave Doug the finger and walked over to take JC's arm, "You just
better love Miss Dolly, motherfucker, since I just got a better offer." He
tugged JC toward their wing, "Come on Evan, show the man what snoopy can do
while Doug and I get a shower." He slapped his forehead, "Shit we forgot
about Medi, Tommy and Spence.

They didn't have to enter the room to know that Tommy was successful in
introducing Spencer to eleven year old Medi or perhaps Hussein who was
fifteen. Spencer's moans typically grew in volume until there was total
silence at the moment of truth.

###

When Tommy silently opened the door, they found Spencer sprawled on the
bed, on his gut, facing the headboard with his upper body propped up by his
elbows. He was reading a book. The sound system was playing soft rock and
Spencer was keeping time with the beat by tapping one foot on the mattress
and thrusting his hips so his ass cheeks alternately clenched and relaxed
in one quarter time. His position dramatized the width of his shoulders and
the extent of his relaxed back muscles by forming a deep channel along his
spine from his shoulder blades down to his waist.

"What a splendid body Hussein, don't you agree?" Medi whispered. Hussein
blushed, shrugged non-committally and looked away for a second although his
erection gained strength and he wasn't able to look away for long. Medi
frowned, "You know you like boys, I've seen to that, and now you'll like
someone older just as well if not better, so get over your pretense," he
snapped. That warning came out louder than expected and Spencer looked back
so quickly, his soft blond hair was an instant slower in slapping his
head. His big blue eyes widened and his mouth opened already forming a
protest while he made the mistake of rolling over without sitting up
immediately to hide his stunning hardness or protect it from Tommy when he
ran and jumped to land hard on top of Spencer to keep him in that exposed
and vulnerable position.

Tommy's mouth moved excitedly, "No WE don't have company, you do!" Spencer
answered. "You just take them and haul ass straight back to the lounge to
entertain them." He looked around Tommy's shoulder ignoring him further,
"Hi Medi, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but you're way too young for
me. Shit, he's too young for me, but he's my roommate, there's only one bed
and he's a sneaky little twerp. OUCH!" he shouted when Tommy slipped his
hand between their bodies and twisted. "Lay off Tommy! I mean it this time!
Please." Spencer's protests tapered off to pleading when Tommy changed
tactics and twisting became stroking. Spencer's body relaxed, his legs
opened and his arms flopped.

Tommy slipped to one side and motioned Medi to join him on the other side
of the bed. Medi grabbed Hussein's hand and very quickly both boys knelt
facing Spencer to study his body closely like a specimen. Assertive Medi's
hand joined Tommy's on and around Spencer's cock. Together they held it
upright. Hussein no longer wished to look away. Medi placed Hussein's hand
on Spencer's chest and when he let go, Hussein began to explore the smooth
skin and underlying muscles, and then rub Spencer's nipples until they
joined his big thick cock in being rock hard.

"This is what we'll do Tommy," Medi announced over Spencer's moans of
capitulation, "Spencer here will fuck dear Hussein to drive the last of his
hesitation away while you mount me. Then Hussein will add a bit more
lubrication to yours and I shall be ready." Medi frowned down on Spencer,
"Will you stop that incessant moaning? Your fate is sealed and come to
think of it, so is mine, but I for one can hardly wait, so let's all get at
it."

Medi slowly climbed over each of Spencer's thighs on his knees. He paused
in between long enough to weigh the heavy nut sack and smile his approval
while he directed Hussein to stretch out on his back with just a
glance. Tommy made room for Medi when Spencer rolled again to settle his
weight on Hussein.

Spencer looked down on Hussein, "Sorry about this. I have a serious
willpower problem when it comes to younger guys." Spencer almost said young
boys but caught himself in time, but not before an absolute realization hit
home. He loved Tommy under his body and he looked forward to Hussein and
Medi being there as well. Realization struck that he always favored petit
athletic girls and he could find little difference comparatively, in the
quality of the pussy each offered although Tommy was always more exuberant
and naturally aggressive though Spencer needed very little encouragement at
that point in their blossoming relationship. He was jolted from his reverie
by Tommy's gentle guiding hand and by so far silent Hussein.

"I too have difficulty resisting Medi," Hussein whispered and then caught
his breath when Spencer entered so very carefully and lowered his body so
cautiously while he looked into Hussein's dark eyes for the slightest sign
of discomfort or worse.

Medi watched Spencer while he pulled Tommy down as if he was an old
comfortable shoe and Tommy was the foot he belonged to. "Get on with it
Spencer, my uncle won't break," Medi ordered before returning his attention
to Tommy who was pounding his small body and moving it up the bed with each
thrust.

"Uncle?" Spencer missed a stroke.

"Yes, well, half uncle." Medi answered with difficulty as his head
disappeared under a pillow on its way to thump the headboard. He left off
pulling on Tommy's butt long enough to jam the pillow between his head and
the solid oak it was fast approaching before he resumed his explanation,
"My illustrious grandfather didn't think that virgin girls who were old
enough to work in the palace could keep their minds properly on their
duties, so he took steps to alleviate the problems as they arose, and so
Hussein is one of my half uncles." Medi finished his explanation just in
time to feel Tommy give him one last thrust and possibly a concussion, as
he pumped his seed into wonderfully tight but infertile territory.

Spencer followed quickly and promptly collapsed on Hussein, ready to take a
post-coital snooze. That was not to be however, not with silent Tommy who
used his fist on Spencer's shoulder and bossy Medi who punished him with
ridicule of being too old and tired to continue. "You just allow Hussein up
you great old man and stay awake to watch him. We are very practiced and
Hussein at least is very tireless. When he finishes I shall expect to see
your face smiling down on me eagerly while you enter me without all that
silly caution. As you'll shortly see, I don't break either."

Medi's orders to Spencer were like a command to Hussein. He mounted Medi
quickly and completely and then proceeded to pound his half-nephew without
mercy, though not for very long. He was too far along after enjoying
Spencer's size and studying his magnificent chest from a few inches
distance. Hussein was still dribbling when he pulled out to land on his
side with his back against Tommy while Spencer replaced him quickly.

"You wanted a smile but you get a grin, along with all of this," Spencer
thrust into Medi's still yawning hole and promptly sank until Medi's
adolescent body was all but buried under his. Medi nipped a nipple to
advise Spencer where his head was and that it was possible that he could be
smothered, Crown Prince or not. Spencer instantly froze in concern and went
to his elbows, "Am I hurting you?"

Medi grinned, "Just my lungs, from the need to breathe. You could help
perhaps with mouth to mouth resuscitation." He pulled Spencer's head down
by wrapping both arms around his neck forcing Spencer to bow his back
dramatically.

Meanwhile, since Tommy couldn't communicate with Hussein he demonstrated
how to make Spencer the meat in a sandwich by getting between his legs
after spreading them by pulling them apart one ankle at a time. Then he
spread Spencer's cheeks using both hands and invited Hussein to look at
what he exposed.

Hussein looked and was shocked to note that Spencer's love hole appeared to
be already lubricated. It was difficult to imagine that such a magnificent
stallion would allow himself to be violated by a boy just into his teen
years, but then he didn't know any Americans well enough to understand
their relationships although Mohamed promised him that he soon would. This
select group anyway. He smiled and nodded to Tommy, that he understood and
even helped by guiding him into his beautiful older lover, but he was
really smiling while he thought of Mohamed's ingenious plan to get the
American boy's attention. First he increased the noise level on the second
floor by adding far more workers than necessary and when that didn't draw
complaints, he had a wall torn down to cut off the water supply to the
American leaders' bathroom and that worked splendidly.

Tommy got Hussein's attention back on track by taking his hand and placing
it, actually stuffing it between Mohamed and Spencer's body and then moving
it to between his and Spencer's. The light dawned; Tommy was inviting him
to feel all their bodies wherever he wanted. He knelt at their joined sides
and began exploring with both hands and Spencer's groaning increased an
octave keeping time with his mighty thrusts into eager Mohamed.

###

Evan and Billy's room was essentially decorated to reproduce Anton
Falconburg's lounge on Sea Song. The only changes were the addition of a
bed and the latest innovations in electronics including larger plasma
screens on one wall that were joined almost seamlessly so they could be one
huge screen or several at Evan or Billy's whim.

While Billy remained unobtrusive within the group, his quest to become a
pilot never wavered. He was enrolled in several classes at the Oaks Academy
so that he could win his high school diploma and be with Evan as frequently
as possible, and three afternoons per week he drove off in his Hummer to
attend a flight school at Newark International Airport. Evan helped him
equally unobtrusively by assembling a fleet of assorted aircraft at the
Trenton hanger, each commanded by an accomplished pilot ready to accompany
Billy whenever he wanted to gain additional flight time. This was in
addition to the flight school's aircraft and instructors.

When the intruder alarm sounded earlier, Billy and Evan had the giant
screen in a modified flight simulator mode that was actually more like a
fighter pilot's view while in actual combat complete with sound on a I-Max
screen. The scenes changed after varying periods of time because the
sequences were real. When Evan presented Billy with the DVD disc and they
watched it the first time, Billy asked where Evan got it. Evan shrugged his
ignorance. He'd asked Hans and Herman if such a thing was available and
several days later Hans handed it over with a wink and a whisper, "Is high
classified, top secret, understand Master? These fights never happen. This
disc does not exist." Evan nodded and didn't probe further.

When Evan and Billy ushered Doug, Buck and JC into their darkened room the
DVD that didn't exist was still playing. The current pilot had just
launched a rocket at a black dot on the horizon. The missile's contrail
indicated that the target attempted to evade, too late and unsuccessfully
as there was a burst of light and smoke. Doug and Buck loved to watch the
show but Doug beat Buck to Billy's chair and quickly put on the set of big
earphones so he could listen to the pilot conversations although in foreign
languages while he watched, happily using his hard cock as the pilot's
joystick as he controlled the erratic movements of the fighter, sometimes a
second or two after the actual pilot. He hadn't watched as frequently as
Billy and Evan. Both used their joysticks nearly simultaneously. Buck gave
up sitting in Evan's chair and pushed JC down instead and then placed
Evan's earphones on JC's head because his eyes were locked on Doug's choice
of joystick and he couldn't care less about the action on the big screen.

Doug glanced over at JC and laughed, "Get out of those cute panties and try
this out." He shook his free hands' index finger in warning, "Just don't
start jerking off, I'll take care of that later."

"The fuck you will," Buck giggled, "JC picked me and you picked Miss Dolly,
remember? I'll even go and get her for you, but I'm taking JC with me so
you can't try anything." Buck looked down at JC and became helpful while he
ignored Doug's absentminded finger, "Here JC raise up a sec, I'll help you
out of those before you break that." JC looked down and then become aware
of the pain from his erection that was becoming bent almost double in the
tight confines of his underwear. Buck quickly waved them like a trophy flag
before looking down at what he'd exposed. "All right JC!" he exclaimed, and
then, "Hey Douggie, check this out! Just look at what Miss Dolly doesn't
have."

Doug looked over at JC's handsome six-inch plus erection and then up at
Buck hopefully, "Can I at least eat him out of you?" he asked batting his
baby blues.

Buck grinned evilly, "Nope you can eat yourself out of Miss Dolly."

Without thinking, JC blurted, "Yuck Douglas, the taste of vinyl is very
strong. The directions do not mention this."

There was a short time lag before the others realized what JC said before
everyone started laughing and forgot the next dogfight on the screen. Evan
punched a button on the console to shut it off to expose several other
programs already running on individual screens. Evan frowned at the central
screen and then looked around the room. Billy saw the problem a second
later and pointed out a blinking red light on the console. "What the fuck?"

Evan reacted by explaining after issuing orders, "Okay guys keep doing what
you're doing. Someone in the control room has snoopy fixed on us, not on
the campus like it's supposed to be. The guy is either a Peeping Tom or
he's just watching to be sure we stay put or where we go if we go." He
picked up the phone and then replaced it. "Shit, Hans and Herman might not
understand, I'll call Dave and Noah first and they can grab my guys."

While Evan called, JC looked around, clearly perplexed, "What is happening
please?" he asked the room.

Buck nodded at the snoopy screen, "That's snoopy. That's how they saw you
downstairs. Right now the guy in the control room up the hall is watching
us, not tending to business as usual."

Doug reached across to hold JC's cock, "Look at the screen, see me holding
you?"

Buck batted Doug's hand away while JC watched on the monitor with his mouth
hanging open. "You can have sloppy seconds if JC says okay, but not until
then so lay off," he warned.

"Can we be heard?" JC whispered.

"Nope just watched, even closer if the guy wants to," Billy answered. And
then just like the controller was listening, he obliged them with a
demonstration by zooming in on Doug and JC stretched out on the two lounge
chairs facing the bank of screens. Snoopy was operating on the infrared
mode and the close up revealed the differences in the two boys' anatomies
in sickening green. Doug's shoulders were wider and his thighs were thicker
due to long hours in the pool. While JC was as tall as Doug, he was slender
with less muscle development. JC was paralyzed when his body filled the
screen, excluding Doug's and the others.

JC recovered to grimace his hatred, "This is why I do not sleep in my
dormitory room. I wish to interrogate that man if he is captured alive. May
I?"

Everyone shrugged. Doug answered, "He'll be alive. He can't get out,
there's only one entrance. The guys will nail him."

Evan agreed, "Sure, Hans and Herman won't hurt him just like they didn't
hurt you. They always like to have a conversation with anyone after me
before the bad guy can't talk anymore, ah, ever."

"Whatever happened with all those transmitters at your airport?" Buck asked
Evan.

Evan grinned, "The receivers were in an old abandoned farm house
nearby. Remember when Hans and Herman disappeared for a few days just after
we got back here? They went back to have a chat with the guys manning the
screens. They worked for a private surveillance contractor who was working
for three guys on Grandfather's list. They were interested in stealing the
air freight business and were trying to get some idea of the volume of
business we do by monitoring our European hub." He suddenly looked
sorrowful and waited.

Buck, Doug and Billy knew Evan too well and refused to ask the obvious
question but JC didn't, "What happened to them if I may ask?"

"I bought the snoopers out and sold the business to Buck's father to add to
his company and give him a presence in Europe. The three main guys got into
some kind of lover's quarrel after they signed over most of their assets to
me. One guy found his two buddies in bed together fucking up a storm. He
shot the guy on top and it went clear through the guy on the bottom before
he turned his weapon on himself. A head shot, really messy. He had a real
cannon, very unusual, fifty caliber I think."

JC had time to picture two similar weapons pointed at him earlier before
the phone chimed and his image on the screen disappeared to black. Evan
touched the speakerphone button so they could all hear. It was David's
voice, "We got him but he banged his head on the console and broke a
switch. Can you guys over ride and get snoopy back up? We need to search
the campus pretty quick. This guy had his cell phone out and was talking to
someone. We don't think he alerted them because he just disconnected when
we walked in."

Evan pulled up a chair to sit at the keyboard. His fingers flew while he
answered, "Okay, snoopy's coming back now. I'll do the search from
here. Oh, we think the dude was interested in JC, at least he zoomed in on
him."

"Yeah, that figures, this dude is Hispanic, we'll ask him as soon as he
wakes up."

Evan superimposed a grid on the campus and began his search from Lasker
Hall out by increasing snoopy's magnification of each block until he was
satisfied that there was nothing out of normal, "No please," JC begged
David, "I would like to ask the questions since he was interested in my
whereabouts."

"JC will ask the questions," Buck ordered in his father's voice that
brooked no argument.

"Okay, gottcha, where?"

"The basement?" JC suggested.

"Nope, not yet, the contractors will be around for another hour." Doug told
them after a glance at his watch.

"Screw the basement," Buck countered, "There are too many people around
here, let's take him home. I'll call in the chopper."

Evan swiveled in his chair briefly. He grinned at Billy, who suddenly
looked flustered for some reason, "I, I can't Evan, I only just qualified
for solo instruments in that. I can't take anyone up with me."

"What are we talking about here?" Buck growled.

Evan giggled, "Our Billy is qualified to pilot a chopper at night and
someone gave him a brand new eight passenger jobber for his birthday and it
just happens to be parked out on the campus pad right now."

"Guess who the 'someone' is?" Billy laughed after administering another
thank you kiss on the guilty party.

Evan giggled, "So all you need to do is pilot with your eyes straight ahead
or wherever. We'll go to our house not Trenton Hall. You can't be blamed if
you have a few stowaways."

Billy shook his head in disbelief; "I suppose there's a lighted landing pad
there too now right?"

Evan looked smug, "Yup, and the remote control for the lights is already in
the bird," he answered with his eyes and half his attention back on
snoopy. "OOPS!" he sat up straighter and pointed, "Hey David," he said to
the phone, "there are two targets pasted to a wall near the northwest
corner of Smith Hall on the side of the building."

"Okay we'll go get them." David answered. "Get out your radio Evan; let us
know if they move. Noah and I will look like students sneaking in after
curfew."

"Hold hands and look like lovers," Doug quipped.

"Oh, I forgot about you guys. You stay right where you are. We'll bring
them in."

"Okay!" Buck agreed over his shoulder already following Doug to the
door. He motioned JC to follow them silently with a finger to his lips.

Buck answered JC's unasked question in the hall, "Come on; we'll go
help. We need to get dressed and our pieces. You can wear Doug's clothes,
he won't need them after I kill him."

"Why? What'd I do now?"

"Nothing except remind David that we were there, so he could order us to
stay put."

"Oh. Well he already knows we're on our way, he had to say that to cover
his ass with your dad. Come on, if we don't hurry it will all be over."

JC ran to their room with them and accepted the shorts that Doug threw at
him from the closet while Buck scooted to a night stand by the bed. "Is a
nine millimeter okay?" he asked JC and handed him the weapon in
question. "Here's a silencer." JC looked like he'd been struck by
lightening, "You CAN shoot one of these things can't you?" Buck asked.

JC giggled and nodded, "Children of other families got water guns as toys,
but mine looked and worked just like this." He pulled the full clip and
worked the slide before reversing the procedure and chambering a round. He
still looked amazed when Buck produced an automatic machine pistol and a
matching silencer and Doug accepted his favorite, a thirty-two caliber with
a silencer already attached, when he came out of the closet wearing a pair
of shorts.

"Shoes?" Buck asked with an excited giggle as he tied his gym shoes while
Doug and JC remained barefoot.

"Shoes! Right, I forgot shoes for us JC. Why didn't you remind me?"

Two minutes later the three half dressed but well armed boys were streaking
across the Oaks campus until they were one building away from Smith
Hall. Doug whispered in Buck's ear, "Our radio's would have been nice to
have too."

Buck shrugged, "So we aren't very organized, it's too late now." He looked
around after they worked their way through some bushes along the building's
side and decided to hide there. He gestured, "This is the closest parking
lot to Smith. Maybe we should wait here in case the dudes run. If we get
any closer without the guys knowing." Doug and JC nodded. It was
unnecessary to say they risked getting shot by their own bodyguards.

JC leaned in close, "Please, if they come this way is it possible to wing
them only?"

"I'm good at kneecaps, will that do?" Doug asked. JC blinked and nodded,
not knowing whether Doug was joking or not.

Suddenly they heard the sound of feet pounding along toward them on the
brick paved sidewalk. "Here comes someone in a hurry," Buck warned
unnecessarily as all three boys raised their weapons. "Shit!" he exclaimed
and raised his muzzle further when he saw the two boys wearing school
blazers with neckties flying over their shoulders in the dim security
lighting.

There was the sound of a paper bag being popped behind the two and then the
sound of glass shattering somewhere in the parking lot. Doug fired at the
closest retreating figure, that one fell and attempted to crawl while
holding his leg above the knee, "I think I was high," he mumbled and drew a
bead on the second figure who was further away by then. That one crumpled
to the parking lot pavement and held his knee while he rolled around in
extreme pain, "Yup," Doug said, he felt vindicated, "I was a tad high, but
I got that motherfucker dead on the knee as requested."

"What the fuck are you doing Douggie? They're students and you shot them!"
Buck was shocked when Doug grinned in response.

"Name me one student in this joint who wears a complete uniform anytime
they aren't required," he said simply to defend his actions. "Especially at
this time of night," he added.

Buck looked thunderstruck, "Sonofabitch!"

Just then a vehicle started in the parking lot and accelerated quickly. A
van pulled up near the two injured boys and the rear door slid open. Wonder
of wonders, the bad guys forgot to disable the interior lights. The driver
and another school uniform who sat in the rear seat were clearly
lighted. Both screamed at their colleagues, their words were unintelligible
to Doug and Buck, but not to JC, he understood the frantic pleas to hurry
before both in the van began firing un-silenced weapons in the general
direction of where the two ran from. Doug fired a third time and the party
in the back seat dropped his weapon in favor of holding his leg. Doug
shifted his aim and emptied his clip somewhere. Not to be out done, Buck
fired a three shot burst at the closest rear tire while JC chose the
front. With two flat tires on the same side, the van suddenly slumped to
match the driver's attitude. "David got the driver with a head shot," Doug
announced. "Damn it, I was fishing for his legs through the passenger
door. That wasn't fair," he bitched. "Come on let's shut up these screamers
before the whole school is out here."

JC burst from their screening bushes first to run at the two on the
pavement. He barely slowed his momentum as he brought his weapon down on
first one and then the other head. "Speak English you swine!" he demanded
of the bad guy writhing on the backseat, pleading for mercy in hysterical
Spanish. "You dare to beg mercy from me who you would have killed this
night? Which is your leader? Speak now or die slowly and speak later before
you do while eating your useless tiny gonads!" JC's weapon slashed down
twice on the unprotected head and the pleas stopped.

Buck and Doug caught up to JC in total silence except for the van's idling
engine. Doug looked at JC in awe, "Man, you are on our team from now on."

JC jerked his head twice in the affirmative and tucked his borrowed weapon
in his waistband before he hugged both Doug and Buck fiercely, "I thank YOU
most humbly and invite you to be my friends and brothers for I truly have
none other in the world."

"What the fuck are you guys doing out here?" David demanded when he, Noah,
Hans and Herman ran up to the three 'band of brothers'.

Buck shrugged, "I guess we were just helping you guys out. What I'd like to
know is who killed that windshield over there?" he asked to place the
guards on the defensive and further humbled them by asking, "Also, how'd
the asshole get hired to run the control room?"

Noah studied his feet, "I did, I mean I missed, I guess I need to spend
more time on the range," he mumbled with such humility that it was
impossible for Doug and Buck not to smile at him.

"Not a problem, we got them, or Doug did, except for the driver, Dead Eye
David got him." Buck said.

"Not true," David announced, "Hans got him. We fired at the same time but
the mess on the other side of the guy's head is bigger than I make."

"Maybe both together are good shots," Herman suggested as he unscrewed a
twelve-inch silencer from the muzzle of his small cannon or over-large
handgun.

"YAH! That is it!" Hans agreed happily willing to share the kill. "Now we
need to clean up and get vermin away. You boys go back to dorm, tell Billy
to ready chopper, we go to new American home to discuss evil ways with
three out of four," he shrugged, "not bad odds."

###

The unfortunate three out of four wounded young men sat in the rear most
seat of Billy's new helicopter with their hands tied and further lashed
together by their arms so one couldn't move without dragging his two
companions along. Their wounds were also bound, but only to keep their
blood from staining the leather seating or plush carpeting. Doug, Buck and
JC sat in the middle seats with Doug attempting to twirl his weapon
artistically with a finger in the trigger guard. The prisoners didn't know
that the chamber was empty and got resigned to their probable deaths from
his frequent twirling goofs. The three boys were relaxed after gaining full
confidence in their pilot Billy who handled his tricky craft as if he'd
been flying choppers at night his entire life. Evan sat in the co-pilot's
seat and kept nodding and grinning his approval of his lover's demonstrated
expertise. The four somewhat chastened bodyguards waited impatiently for
Billy to return and pick them up for the fifteen-minute trip by air to
Evan's newly purchased estate, Somerset Farm.

Somerset Farm was in that large estate region of once rural, but fast
becoming suburban New Jersey and had changed significantly since Doug last
visited as Evan's tour guide. Mrs. G had enthusiastically given her
consent. She was thrilled with the thought of selling to someone who could
afford to live there in preference to the many developers who hounded her
to sell. The developers were only interested in stealing the beautiful
property from her and they frequently disparaged the estate as a white
elephant to drive the price down. Evan sealed the deal by paying the asking
price and presenting Mrs. G (who was then in Scotland) with a case
containing a one million dollar cash down payment.

When they landed on a new helipad carved in a slope above the old walled
pool, Doug was astonished to see that the size of the old thirty-four room
house had more than doubled with the addition of wings added that matched
and complimented the old structure. He giggled when he saw a big loader
that bore the 'Henderson Constructors' logo. He looked down on the dark
pool and thought of Paul, his wonderful first time gay sex partner.

JC brought him back by asking a question. "I'm sorry JC, what did you
want?"

"I asked if you would help me lift this one," he pointed to the prisoner he
thought of as the weakest link, "up, while Billy is still on the ground but
preparing to leave. This one's silence should depart his head before his
head leaves him in slices. He lowered his voice, "I do not believe we are
tall enough to do him damage but he may not think of that."

The bad guys were all young and Hispanic with little or no English that
they were willing to admit to. The one that JC thought most likely to crack
was the first one Doug shot. His wound was superficial, but he was so
scared he thought it was nearly fatal. JC and Doug hauled him to his
feet. The one hired to man the control room issued a warning and JC left
Doug a few seconds to kick the man in the temple. "Pig, you have sorely
inconvenienced me this evening and no one does that to Juan-Carlos Escobar,
the most high lord of the white powder." JC muttered just loud enough to be
heard by the two bad guys lying on the ground together. "And the only one
who does not wish to be in the business," he added to himself, "but perhaps
my new friends and powerful brothers can be of help?" he wondered as he
rejoined Doug.

JC nodded to Billy who increased power on cue to the point the down draft
was on the verge of knocking them all from their feet. He and Doug lifted
the frantic young man by his arms. He screamed his terror and his
willingness to answer any questions while he lost control of his bodily
functions and shit and pissed himself simultaneously. Doug let go and ran
to Buck and Evan holding his nose and cursing, "Man, I don't know what that
little motherfucker ate but it sure does stink coming out," he shouted
while the boys ran away laughing at him.

JC motioned Billy to take off and soon the silence was deafening except for
a distant wop, wop of the rotors. JC joined them, "We are alone here?" he
asked Evan.

"Yup, smack dab in the middle of four hundred acres," Evan answered
proudly.

"Perhaps you would all take a walk?" JC suggested and collapsed his gut
rather than pull out his waistband to draw his weapon.

Evan was impressed, "You're a bad ass just like Grandfather! Oh, there's a
backhoe around here somewhere. Hans can run the thing when he gets here. Is
twelve feet deep enough?"

Ten minutes later JC walked in the huge house and called out to
them. "We're up here!" Evan answered, "In my bedroom!"

"The swine were contracted by a local, rumored to be supplied by a
competitor," JC admitted without being asked when he found them sitting on
Evan's bed and just talking. "There is little doubt that the new cartel
wants to take over my father's business and since they can't find him, they
have come after me to force him from hiding."

"The business, you mean drugs?" Buck asked, more than somewhat horrified by
the thought that a drug war had begun at Oaks as well as what his father
might do to JC when he found out.

JC took a deep breath, "Yes, drugs. My father died in his sleep eight
months ago, of natural causes I think. I buried him in the garden
personally so there is no one who knows. I then spread the rumor that he
was in hiding because he was injured in an attempt on his life. That was
when actual attempts began. You see there is a new cartel made up of long
time rivals but while my father was visible and strong they did nothing,
fearful of his retribution. I continued to run the business in his name
while I hid at various homes until it was time to come here. I thought that
I could just walk away and simply let them take over so I started another
rumor that my father died of his injuries. I never imagined that they would
follow. I am most sorry that I endangered you all, my friends. I will leave
you now if there is a car I could borrow."

"What will you do now?" Evan asked.

JC arched an eyebrow, "Since it seems they won't just accept a smooth
running efficient organization gratis, I shall take over more publicly and
my first official act will be to erase as many of the five as I can reach
until the rest sue for peace."

"Can your operation be put out of business?" Buck asked.

"Easily by me but not by anyone else. Efficient also means secretive. There
are many more links in my distribution chain than anyone imagines," JC
grinned, "and now there is also more than one chain. I find I very much
enjoy business management and have had many successes in the past eight
months."

Doug snapped his fingers, "If these guys won't take a gift, how about a
sale? Offer to sell out. Would that work?"

"Hey yeah!" Evan said while Buck laughed. Both joined in the planning
eagerly without realizing it. The thought of JC leaving school was pushed
to the back of their minds. "But first you have to make an example. Hit one
guy but first let the others know when, where and how it's going to
happen."

"Yeah like forecast a heart attack in twenty-four hours," Buck
suggested. "Pick on the strongest one, that will let the others know how
vulnerable they are."

JC's eyebrow went up again, "This might surprise you, but the strongest of
the five is an American, their money manager. The others, like my father
rose from near poverty and have little education, but this one is also more
vulnerable because he cannot go about surrounded by an army of
bodyguards. He has no reason to without betraying himself."

David, Noah, Billy and the Dobermans walked in at that point. The boys had
heard the chopper but ignored it. Buck looked at David, "One of the guys
that tried to hit JC needs to have a heart attack as pay back."

David tried to look confused but his grin gave him away, "All four already
died of lead poisoning, wouldn't a heart attack be overkill? What should we
do with them?"

"The usual I guess," Buck shrugged his indifference.

"What is 'usual'?" JC wanted to know.

"They disappear," Evan answered.

"Could they be found all together with their van in a ravine, oh, yes, in
another state as well? I will pay all additional expenses."

"Sure JC, we already loaded up their van in a closed truck." David grinned
at Doug, "By the way there's a really nice tight pattern in the passenger
door. That was nice shooting Doug."

"Thanks but it didn't work. I was trying for the dude's legs."

Hans laughed and squeezed the back of Doug's neck affectionately. Doug
winced in pain, "Yah you did! Two times, but already uncaring from
headaches!" Hans announced with pride.

###

Buck and JC had their heads together during the short flight back to
school. Doug watched them from the corner of his eye until they both looked
at him suddenly. He turned away so they couldn't see his grin. He knew that
whatever they were planning involved him and probably Miss Dolly. Actually,
he looked forward to meeting her and trying out one of her vinyl lined,
life-like openings at least once.

Doug laughed when JC and Buck walked in Evan and Billy's room after
claiming they were going to JC's to get some of his clothes as soon as the
chopper touched down. Doug, Evan and Billy were already in bed and waiting
for them since JC chose Buck to be his first lover, they would comprise the
evening's main event in the middle of the bed and then after, if JC was
interested, they would be ready to experience him as well.

JC carried Miss Dolly tucked under one arm and first dropped his collection
of clothing before sailing the doll at Doug like a javelin with his hand in
her crotch to give his throwing arm more force. Doug caught her easily,
climbed out of bed and placed her on the spot he just vacated. He walked
toward Buck and JC laughing with them all.

He took one of JC's hands and one of Buck's, "Come on guys, you know we've
been all night trying to get in a shower plus we need to get cherry boy
here all nice and clean just in case he wants to lose that one too."

They returned to the bed twenty minutes later. Buck and Doug held JC's
hands between them again. JC's whole body looked sun burned, "I shall have
to get used to the lack of privacy and all further modesty when I'm with
you my brothers," he mumbled as he lay down in the space made for him by
Evan and Billy. Doug found that Miss Dolly had slipped off the bed and was
waiting for him on the floor. The others including JC laughed when he
picked her up and kissed her passionately with tongue after restoring her
to their third of the bed.

Doug pulled away from her crudely painted lips with a grimace, "Man you
weren't kidding about her tasting like plastic JC, YUCK!" He giggled,
"Fortunately my cock doesn't have taste buds."

"We took the liberty of getting her all lubed up for you," Buck advised,
"so all you need to do is mount up and go for it."

They watched Doug attempt to do just that, mount up, but he couldn't seem
to penetrate. JC offered a tip, "I found that you must not lay on her, put
weight on her before you put your cock in her, there is too much pressure,
however after, more pressure is a very good thing."

Doug was getting frustrated, "So okay expert," he rolled to his side
holding Miss Dolly, "there, now get me in her," he demanded of JC.

JC went scarlet, "I would have to touch you."

"DUH! Yup, you will. All cocks in this bed are fair game for touching
anytime just for the record, even yours." Doug demonstrated by holding JC's
excited tool up for Buck to take in his mouth. JC forgot about Doug's
difficulties in that instant until Doug grabbed his hand. "Me first and
then you can get back to watching Buck."

JC brazenly jerked Doug until Doug moaned his pleasure and began pumping
precum. JC spread it over Doug's throbbing head and then guided him into
the vinyl hole, "Okay, now you may roll back over and as Buck said, go for
it."

Doug rolled to discover that JC was right, the more of his body weight he
allowed to settle on the doll the better she squeezed his cock because of
the increased pressure. He began pounding her in earnest and collapsed on
her when he came, the four boys watching went silent as Doug rather quickly
settled closer and closer to the bed with his steady decent accompanied by
the sound of air escaping from a split seam under one useless arm. The boys
including Doug couldn't stop laughing hysterically for five minutes as Doug
pulled out, stood up and rolled Miss Dolly up starting with her legs. When
he finished she was unceremoniously deposited in the closest wastebasket
where her head lolled on the rim and her painted eyes stared at Doug
accusingly.

###

Tommy and Spencer skipped the morning run and didn't appear with Medi and
Hussein until breakfast was nearly over. Spencer's eyes were just barely
open and he appeared to be walking on rubbery legs as Tommy and Medi each
held a hand to steer each time he stopped and tried to turn back to their
bedroom, while Hussein walked behind Spencer and continually pushed him
forward. Medi's two guards brought up the rear. They looked as fresh as
they did the previous evening considering that they spent the entire night
standing in the hall guarding Medi since he forgot to dismiss them as he
usually did when he was in for the night.

When Spencer was seated, Hussein rushed from the lounge, down the stairs
and then ran as fast as he could across the campus to change into his
school clothes and fetch school clothes for Medi. When he returned, Medi
stood up still eating a bowl of Cheerios while Hussein dressed him and even
combed his hair. When Medi felt he looked presentable for the day, he
motioned to Hussein to straighten out Spencer's clothing, which included
buttoning most of his shirt and tying his tie properly.

"You both must come home with me for holiday," Medi told Spencer and Tommy,
"my father will be most happy to meet you both."

"I doubt it," Spencer mumbled, "except to kill me for fucking his heir
three or four times in one night."

"I think only two, you didn't come that last time so it didn't count." Medi
corrected with a giggle.

"Don't I get points for Hussein?"

"Half points only since he's my half uncle." Medi granted.

Spencer shrugged at Medi but winked at Hussein, "The other little reason I
won't go home with you is that I'm a Jew."

Medi showed his surprise but then giggled, "We are very liberal in my
country and treat everyone equally even our Jewish population, that is not
a problem."

It was Spencer's turn to look surprised, "Wow, how many Jews live in your
country?"

Medi and Hussein both laughed, "Actually, none," Medi answered. He
explained as they were all leaving, "We were a Bedouin tribe in my
great-grandfather's time. During the Second World War, travel became
difficult so they camped at a large oasis near the Gulf. Everyone was
comfortable and safe. When the war ended the tribe stayed put and
Great-grandfather claimed the land as his. At the time no one knew about
the oil and our boarders were respected. Now we pump oil and are a thriving
tourist resort where every luxury is commonplace for visitors of any faith
as long as they bring us their money."

Doug and Buck caught up to them, "Hey, Evan wants to visit his mom this
weekend, do you guys want to go along?"

"Sure," Spencer answered at once. Tommy jumped around and nodded his
excitement at seeing his parents as well.

"Where does she live?" Medi asked.

"On my island in the Bahamas," Doug answered proudly.

"Where does she live?" Medi asked. "I shall charter something suitable."

"On my island in the Bahamas," Doug answered proudly, "and forget
chartering, Evan's plane is always ready to go."

"When do we leave?" Medi answered, delighted to be invited. He winked at
Hussein, who nodded in reply, he had his foot in the second floor doorway,
his avenue to more exciting new friendships. Being the crown prince of
another country was fun but being a lonely prince in America was not. He
wondered what it would be like to wander outside the Oaks' gates without
his guards and if he and Hussein would look Latin or Italian if no one knew
their true identity. Now that was something to consider further.

###

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