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The following is intended for mature readers. It contains scenes of a sexual nature and attempted sexual assault and may not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion is advised.
Adam Golden, the newly elected baby-faced CEO of The Carrion Company, a multinational media conglomerate that specialized in children’s and family entertainment, sat alone in his recently refurbished fifteenth floor corner office and pored over the latest quarterly reports while a fire crackled behind him. Around him the overnight cleaning crew finished their rounds in near silence and if not for the occasional spritz of glass cleaner, he wouldn’t have even known they were there. After all the other daytime employees had long been home, perhaps even sleeping, Golden had chosen to stay after hours to deal with the more sensitive, non-Carrion related business that, if the majority of the Board of Directors discovered, would cost him dearly. Few had knowledge of his black market dealings and he preferred it that way. Even his own wife remained unaware, unlike his stepson, who had an intimate understanding.
He sat back and closed his eyes and let the erotic memories wash over him. He’d met Nancy shortly after her first husband had died; it was just her and a five year old boy with bright green eyes and a mess of blond hair. It was love at first sight and Golden, never one to miss an opportunity, went to work seducing the young widow. Within months she and Renn moved into his place and soon after, he began to work on the boy. It took five years but he eventually had him and loved every whimper, cry and scream.
“All set, Mr. Golden.”
He opened his eyes as the cleaning headed out. Finally alone, he placed the reports back into the manila envelope and pushed it aside and placed his patent leather briefcase on his glossy mahogany desk and popped it open. Inside were a dozen or so unopened letters with postmarks from around the world; most came from poor countries where food and education were fantasies though a few came from richer nations. One, an eight-by-ten envelope with URGENT stamped in bright red block letters had caught his attention when he’d picked them up hours prior; he was eager to see its contents.
He used the sliver letter opener his baby brother had given him when he’d graduated Saleene University at seventeen to tear it open; he dumped everything into his briefcase. There was a photograph of a boy with golden skin who Golden figured to be between eleven and thirteen with dirty blond hair swept aside above sparkling turquoise eyes in only a pair of white swim briefs, wet enough to be sheer. He slid the breathtaking image to the side and scanned the resume-type document that was filled with more potential than experience before opening the handwritten letter beneath. As he read it, he imagined all sorts of wicked, inappropriate and illegal scenarios that, much like the ones he’d been tortured with before having his way with Renn, ignited his desire for very bad things.
I found this beautiful boy wandering the dusty streets of Kelkin in but a torn up pair of frayed shorts in the days after that most tragic terror attack that nearly decimated that foolish religious school filled with innocent boys. As luck would have it, this child is an orphan! While that may be sad new for him, for us there could be none better. He is a fine specimen; about five-six and one hundred and ten or so pounds, size six shoe, he barely has any hint of muscular development. He is circumcised, as most boys in the area are; I know how your clients prefer boys that way, as do you, if memory serves. His remains untouched where it matters most, as far as I can tell, though he has quite a bit of practice with that pretty little mouth of his.
Golden felt his flesh strain against his silk boxers and freed himself from his material confines and wiped his chin with the back of his trembling hand. This boy will make me a handsome sum, perhaps even more than those incestuous twins from Heilbeinstein. Of course, he glanced at the last lines again as he stroked his pulsing erection, I might keep this supple thing for myself.
By the by, he will be joining you tonight. He is simply so spectacular I imagine you’d want to personally examine him as soon as possible. Expect him by midnight and do be sure to enjoy molding his tight little body to yours.
Robert A. Juno
I am sure you are aware that the school I mentioned is looking for donations to help with the costs of rebuilding. If you were to help them with, say, a million dollar endowment, you could find yourself guaranteed access to the fragile little boys desperate for a big, strong father figure to make them feel safe again. Just a thought, my dear friend.
“Hm… I should call my accountant in the morning and make arrangements; I can always use a new supplier and the unwanted ones are always available for a… fair price.” He glanced down at his watch; it was minutes to midnight. “How does Bobby expect him to get up here? Security’s not going to let some boy just wander the halls. Why would he send him here of all places? He knows I-”
The heavy oak doors opened and shined the florescent light from the hallway down the center of his dimly lit office. Golden was momentarily blinded by the sudden brightness; when his eyes adjusted he saw small silhouetted figure in the threshold.
“And you are…?” Golden asked. He gathered up his secret letters as the silent figure stepped inside, closed and locked the doors. Golden glanced at the photograph then to the boy who stared at him with a blank expression; he couldn’t suppress the wicked smile. “Right on time, that’s good. Now, come here, let me… examine you.”
“Yes… yes, sir.” He sounded young and innocent when he spoke, just like the lost boy he was. As he stepped closer, Golden saw he wore a green and black hoodie and dark brown cargo shorts. When he noticed the boy was barefoot, his heart jumped and his erection firmed; he loved boys’ small, delicate feet.
Once the boy was within arm’s reach, Golden grabbed his wrist and pulled him onto his lap. He ran his hand through the boy’s silky hair, examined his small hands and teeth then slid his hands into his shorts. The boy gasped, grimaced and squirmed, which only increased Golden’s sick desires.
The boy’s eyes widened by he slid off Golden’s lap and did as instructed. As he pulled the hoodie over his head, a black shirt beneath slid up and exposed his smooth belly; Juno had been correct in his assessment, there was barely a hint of development. He couldn’t contain himself and tore the hoodie as he yanked it off the boy. Hungry for more, he ripped the t-shirt off the boy’s slim frame and dropped it to the floor. The boy looked nervous and awkward as Golden drunk him in.
“Shorts,” he said once he’d memorized every inch of exposed skin. The boy stepped back; Golden realized Juno must’ve understated his lack of experience and found himself even more attracted to him. He wanted to explore every part of his flesh and bring from him sounds of pleasurable pain. “Now, boy; get naked.”
As tears framed his eyes, the boy unbuttoned his shorts and let the drop to his ankles. Golden almost came when he saw the boy was hairless though he wasn’t sure if it was too soon in his development or a really good razor. Didn’t matter; he was too concerned with the fantasy he wanted to make reality.
“Bobby was right; you are perfect.” He lifted the boy’s arm and sniffed as he ran his fingers along the smooth skin. “That’s not from shaving. That’s good,” he released his arm. “Makes you valuable; the men and women I cater to prefer a prepubescent look and feel. You’re slightly bigger between the thighs than I prefer but still within the average for a twelve year old. You are twelve, correct? No, it doesn’t matter; you’re however old I say you are. There’ll be plenty of paying customers eager to fuck a cute little boy like you, no matter the size of your dick.”
Golden stood and let his slacks fall to the ground while he unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it onto his chair. He watched the raw emotion play out on the boy’s face; fear danced in his tear-filled eyes and his lips trembled.
“Tell me you like what you see.” Golden knew he looked good; at only twenty-five, he was slim but cut; between his high intensity workouts, tanning bed and regular electrolysis appointments, he had the body of a teenage and took pride in that. He also knew he could have anyone he desired but, since he first discovered his sexuality, only ever wanted boys of a certain age and development, like Renn.
He pulled off his boxers and delighted in the boy’s widened eyes in both envy and fear; he’d been uncovered since before the boy entered but it wasn’t until he was completely naked that he could’ve seen his full width and girth. He wasn’t huge but to a child, his bare package, at full attention, was a body tearing nightmare. His body screaming for the boy, Golden sat back down and pulled him back onto his lap.
“Ow,” he yelped as Golden forced him to straddle him. “Don’t, please… don’t hurt me.”
“Oh, my sweet virgin boy.” He grabbed a handful of the boy’s hair and forced his head back. He licked his neck, savored the salty sweat of fear. “Touch me.” He breathed the words into the boy’s slick skin. “Make me believe you love me.”
He convulsed with pleasure as the boy’s small hand gripped his organ and almost pushed him over the edge before he’d even begun to play. He fought to last longer; he wanted to release inside his new toy, not on him. He wanted to throw him down and force his way inside and ride him through the screams.
A sharp, piercing pain ripped him from his rancid fantasy that quickly spread up from his member. He looked down and pushed the boy off a scream tore from deep inside when he saw the handle of his letter opener the only thing visible; the rest had been buried inside his urethra.
“I’m sorry, what’ve I… done? Oh, Adam, the question you should be asking is what else I am going to do.” He grabbed the handle and twisted it; Golden screamed again as blood poured from the widened hole in his member. “Not very nice forcing pointy things into such tight places, is it?” He twisted it again then ripped it out; he tore the tip of Golden’s penis in half as he ripped the opener out.
“You little monster!” Golden slid off the chair to his knees as he cupped his bleeding and torn flesh. “I’ll fucking rape you to death, you little shit.”
“You couldn’t rape a corpse with that half a dick, so excuse me if your treat just makes me giggle.” The boy walked around him and dropped into the chair. He wrapped an arm around his throat and tightened his grip until the tiny veins in Golden’s bulged eyes began to pop. “You and those freaks you run with make me fucking sick the way y’all run around raping little fucking kids… age of consent exists for a fucking reason. But you’re more than just a sick pervert, aren’t you?” Golden tried to fight free but the boy was too strong. “Really? You’re gonna waste your strength and my time with your pointless attempt? Fuck, man, I’m not in the mood for your shit. I’m here to do a job and, honestly, I want to get out of this shithole as soon as possible. So shut up and listen.” The boy sighed. “Now then… not only do you rape little boys, you prefer the ones related to you. It is ‘cause they trust you? Maybe look up to you? Like your sweet little stepson? Or how about your baby brother?”
Golden felt sick to his stomach. Nobody was supposed to know about he and Alex; he’d never tell anyone. But how else could some kid know about his favorite lover?
“Who… are… you…?” He forced the words out; he needed to know.