7. Noir #5
My job was to return to the house as if nothing had ever happened, and bring Harold out to the car.
I wasn’t looking forward to the task. We drove for about an hour, and I could see the Millicent Arbagast estate looming in front of the windshield.
Larry pulled up about fifty yards from the front gate and I got out.
I walked to the gate, feeling nervous and exposed.
I rang the bell. The voice box answered. It was Phipps.
“Yes? Who is it?”
“It’s me, Phipps. Peter Piper. Open up.”
“We expected you back two days ago.”
“I got delayed,” I said. “Open up.”
I heard a buzzer and a release in the gate. I pushed on it. It opened. I was in. So far, so good. I walked down the long path from the gate to the steps leading up to the front door. I climbed the steps and rang the bell. The door swung open. Phipps stood there. I pushed past him.
“Where is everybody?” I asked.
“Mrs. Arbagast and Master Harold are in the library,” he answered. I nodded and walked down the hall. I could hear the television through the door. They were watching Jeopardy, and Harold was showing his mother he was smarter than any of the contestants.
“Wonderful, darling. How do you know all that?” she enthused.
I pushed open the door, and she and I looked at each other. “Where have you been?” she asked. You were supposed to be back two days ago. I should fire you, you know.”
“I know. You should. You really should,” I admitted. “Hello, Harold,” I said nodding to the attractive blonde boy.
“Hello,” he said, smiling faintly. I think he was glad to see me. I think he maybe was missing a little something when I wasn’t around.
“Mrs. Arbagast, I’m afraid we’re going to have to have a little talk.” She looked up at me with a puzzled expression.
“Yes?”
“I’m going to have to take Harold.”
“What?” She didn’t even know what I was talking about. I pulled out my pistol and held it on the two of them. Harold’s eyes were as big as saucers. “Come on, Harold. Come over here. I’m taking you to your father.”
Harold started walking over to me like a good boy, but his mother was not so agreeable. With a samurai shout, she came tearing across the room, aiming to put me down for the count. I put out my arm and shoved her backwards. She went sprawling on the floor.
“You, bastard,” she screamed.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t have any choice.”
“How much is he paying you? I’ll double it.”
“It’s not money,” I said. “It’s my life. If I don’t do this, there are people who will kill me.”
She burst into a crying fit. “No. No. No,” she sobbed.
“Harold, my baby.” She threw out her arms, beseeching him not to go with me.
He came with me. He walked in front of me down the hall to the front door, while I held the gun in my hand.
Phipps was standing there like a statue, his eyes glued to the weapon.
I waved the gun a little to tell him to get out of the way.
We went out the front door, and back down the long path, and through the gate.
Larry gunned the motor and the big vehicle pulled up directly in front of us.
The back door opened, and I helped Harold get in the long car.
Big Mickey took his arm, and sat Harold down next to him on the back seat.
I climbed in and sat at my window, on the other side of Harold.
Nobody said anything. We drove in silence.
Occasionally I would glance across from me, and note that Wilbur was tenting for Harold as well as for me. Horny hung bastard.
We drove more than three hours and pulled up in front of another big estate.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“My father’s mansion,” said Harold.
“Holy hell. It’s bigger than the other place.”
“My father’s richer,” stated Harold.
This time the gates swung open on their own as we approached, and the big limo proceeded down the long driveway, stopping at the very front door. Larry shut off the motor and we all got out. The front door opened. Standing there was a well-tailored English valet.
“Mr. Arbagast is in the library,” he told Big Mickey. He said ‘library’ funny. He kind of slurred it.
“Thanks, Mason,” said Big Mickey. Apparently he was a frequent visitor.
We walked down the hall. Big Mickey had his arm enlaced with Harold’s.
He pushed open the library door, and there in a big fancy lounging chair was the impressive Mr. Marvin Arbagast. He was a big, powerful, lion-like blonde man.
An older more masculine version of Harold.
His complexion was pink under his blonde whiskers.
He got out of the chair and held his arms open. “Harold. My boy,” he said.
Harold immediately broke free of Big Mickey. He ran across the room and threw himself into his father’s large embracing arms. Harold hugged him desperately around the waist.
“Oh, daddy. Oh, daddy,” he cried. “She wouldn’t let me see you.”
“I know, honey. I know. But you’re here now.
” They hugged each other like sumo wrestlers.
Harold tilted his boyish face up, and Arbagast tilted his down, and before I knew it, they were madly soulkissing.
They were sucking each other’s tongues. Harold was playing with his father’s bulge, and Arbagast was stroking the back of his son’s pants.
All this, right in front of everyone. Big Mickey smiled knowingly.
“I’ll send you a check tomorrow,” Arbagast told Big Mickey.
“What do you want us to do with him?” Big Mickey asked, meaning me.
“Get rid of him,” said Arbagast.
“Oh, no, daddy,” said Harold. “He’s nice. I like him. Let me keep him.”
“You want him?” the father asked.
“Please, daddy.”
“Then you got him,” said Mr. Arbagast, again kissing his son’s already irritated red lips and sucking them into his mouth. His hands were kneading the kid’s ass.
“Oh, thank you, Daddy,” said Harold, and gave me a little wink. I was saved. The kid had saved my life. I was in his debt forever.
“Okay,” said Big Mickey. “We’ll be going now. Come on, boys.” He gathered his goons and they went toward the front door. Wilbur gave me a last lascivious look from down the hall, just before he went out into the dark night. He ran his tongue over his lips.
Mr. Arbagast lifted his face off his son’s for a moment. “You can be my son’s bodyguard,” he said to me. “I’ll hire you as his body guard. I want you to be with him every second I’m not around. Okay?”
“Okay,” I agreed. Old job. New employer.
“How much was the cunt paying you?”
“Three thou a week,” I said honestly.
“I’ll make it four,” he said.
“Great,” I answered. “I had stumbled into a wonderful new profession. Personal bodyguard. Mr. Arbagast pulled a thick silken cord on the wall. From somewhere far away in the house, I could hear chimes. After a few minutes, Mason appeared.
“Mason,” Mr. Arbagast told him. “Mr. Piper is going to be staying with us. He will be Master Harold’s new bodyguard. I want him to sleep in the antechamber.”
Antechamber. That sounded real fancy. Like more than a room.
Actually it was a room, but it was just outside Mr. Arbagast’s bedroom door.
Which meant you had to go through my room to get to his.
Which meant that if someone wanted to kill Mr. Arbagast, they would, of course, have to kill me first. Oh, well. Every job has its hazards, I supposed.
Mr. Arbagast went into his bedroom and brought me out a pair of his own striped silk pajamas.
He brought me a toothbrush, and showed me where the bathroom was.
I was waiting for him to go into his room, but he just stood there with Harold next to him waiting for me to get ready for bed.
I guess he wanted to know how the pajamas fit me.
I took off my clothes, and stood there bare-ass while he appraised me, and my dangling big dick.
I put on the pajama shirt and buttoned it.
I wanted to give him a little more time to survey my equipment, if that’s what he wanted.
Then I stepped into the pants part. The pajamas were way too big for me.
When I took a step, they caught under my feet, and I kept having to roll back the sleeves.
“We’ll get you some of your own pajamas tomorrow,” Arbagast laughed, amused at the guy in the extra-large PJ’s.
“Come on, Harold,” he said. “Time for bed.” He took Harold’s hand and led him into the master bedroom and closed the door.
After brushing my teeth I got into my own bed in the antechamber, right outside their door.
I was bushed. I had been through mucho. I really wanted to go to sleep, and was just about to doze off, when I heard sounds.
“Ohhhh. Ohhhh. Daddy. Ohhh. Ohhhh. Yes. Daddy. Do it.”
“My baby boy. My precious baby boy. Suck your daddy’s big cock. That’s it, honey. That’s good. That’s soooo good. Yes.”
“Fuck me, daddy. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your big thick daddydick in my hot asshole. Fuck me, daddy.”
“Anything you want, baby. Anything my baby wants.” I heard some creaks in the springs, and then…
“AAARRGGGHH, yes, daddy. That’s it. That’s it. I feel your big cock in my hole. It feels so wonderful. Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me.”
“I’m fucking you, baby. I’m gonna fuck my little guy’s ass every night till the end of time. Let that bitch try to take you away again. You’re mine. Your ass is mine.”
I actually shot a load, listening to the two of them go at it.
I had never heard anything so hot in my life.
I lay there with scum dribbling out of my dick, staining the pants part of my silk pajamas.
I ruefully remembered that you couldn’t even wash silk.
They would have to go out for a dry cleaning.