Twisted Souls

“1947 has been a sensational year for the Stanton Corporation, and that calls for a sensational holiday party for its valued employees, it’s my pleasure to throw it! Enjoy, everyone! Let’s make 1948 even more of a success!” So, declared the charismatic Ethan Stanton on the stage of a Beverly Hilton ballroom. The orchestra resumed playing, as the crowd of 100 made up of white-collar workers in black tie, their well-dressed wives and distinguished invitees, resumed dancing, drinking and dining. Ethan Stanton strode off to socialize with the mayor and other Los Angeles municipal officials.

50-year-old Ethan Stanton was a vision of the successful American magnate he was. He stood six feet two inches tall; his athletic physique was encased in a custom-made tuxedo. His devilishly handsome face was becoming craggy which only made him seem more sensual and ruthless; he had a close-cropped head of silver hair, his blue eyes beamed. Born poverty stricken in Boston as Patrick Finnerty, he had ripped up his W.W. I draft notice and went West. He arrived as Los Angeles was taking off due to the start of the Hollywood film industry. He reinvented himself as Ethan Stanton, it sounded Biblical and respectable, which he wasn’t. He started working for a real estate company and cut himself in on many shady deals. Within in 10 years he was a millionaire. His wealth and influence increased amid the Depression. During W.W. II, he made another fortune buying up homes and businesses of Japanese Americans at rock bottom prices before they went to internment camps. Ethan Stanton lived the American Dream, while giving others nightmares.

23-year-old Daniel Henderson sat in his rented tuxedo with other single Stanton employees at a table. Married employees were permitted to bring their wives to the gala, single employees were not permitted to bring dates; Mr. Stanton’s largess was limited. Daniel finished smoking his Lucky Strike and his gin and tonic, he rose and went to the bar for another drink. He had worked for the company as a junior accountant for six months. He was five feet 10 inches, slim and good looking. He had short brown hair and brown eyes; his face was striking with an appealing sensitive dimension combined with quirky handsomeness.

“Gin and tonic” said Daniel to the bartender.

“Would you get one for me?” said a female voice behind him. Daniel turned around to see a beautiful 24-year-old woman wearing a festive red gown, its low cut emphasized her ample bust. She had long styled blonde hair, her face was alluring, and her blue eyes beamed. She was five feet eight inches and curvy in all the right places.

“Certainly, Miss” said Daniel.

“Join me at my booth” said the woman.

Daniel and the woman slid into a private booth in the back of the ballroom.

“You must be new at the company” said the woman.

“If six months is new.”

“I mean since last year’s party.”

“Oh, do you attend all of the holiday parties?”

“Yes, I do. I’m Charlotte Stanton, Ethan Stanton is my father.”

“Pleased to meet you, Miss Stanton, I’m Daniel Henderson.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Daniel” said Charlotte as she put her hand under the table, “Call me Charlotte.”

“Whatever you want, Charlotte.”

“This is what I want” she said groping Daniel’s erect seven-and-a-half-inch uncut dick through his tuxedo; she massaged his heavy balls, “I have a tradition of meeting an employee every year at the holiday party and getting to know him. I saw you earlier and decided I wanted to know you, now I really want you.”

“Well, Charlotte” said Daniel putting his hand under the table, he slid it up Charlotte’s gown and probed her wet pussy with his finger through her panties, “You are the boss’ daughter and can have anything you want, that includes me.”

“I like a man who knows the score, I took the liberty of booking a room, let’s go.”

They left the ballroom. They took the elevator to the 10th floor, Charlotte led them to a room, she unlocked the door, they went in.

Their hands and mouths were all over each other. The passionately kissed and felt each other up. Their clothes came off and they were rolling around in the bed. They were both aggressive and did what they wanted to each other. Charlotte voraciously sucked Daniel’s cock: he furiously ate out her pussy, he licked her tits and nipples. When it was time, he got on top of her and fucked her; there were like two wild beasts as they each came together; his cock spewing forth his seed in her squirting pussy. They drank gin and smoked Luckies in bed afterward. They showered and dressed. “I’ll be in touch, lover boy” said Charlotte as she groped his crotch, they went their separate ways.

The afternoon of the next day, Daniel was at his desk in a communal office with nine other clerks. He’d spent the day writing journal entries into a ledger.

“Phone call, Henderson” barked the supervisor. Daniel went to the supervisor’s desk and picked up the phone.

“I want you tonight” said Charlotte in her seductive voice, “The Almeda Hotel on Vine Street, 9:00 PM, room 405.”

“Confirmed.”

Daniel showed up that night, there was another bout of soulless fucking and sucking, this suited them both fine. That became their routine several weeknights a week, Charlotte was busy with social functions on weekends. A month of heated periodic trysts ensued. They were in the lobby before going their separate ways again.

“So, you’re the young man who’s been fucking my daughter,” chuckled Ethan Stanton, dressed in a dark suit towering over the couple, “This occasion calls for a drink.” They followed Ethan into the hotel bar, they sat a booth, Ethan ordered a bottle of superior champagne, he lit up a cigar. Daniel and Charlotte smoked Luckies as they drank.

“Congratulations Charlotte, this is your longest relationship with a man who hasn’t beaten you up; my private detectives’ reports have been most entertaining regarding your dalliances. Congratulations Danny, on finding the woman of your dreams. Charlotte, you’re 24 and at your peak, peaks end. Danny is your best chance in life. I want what’s best for you, and that’s Danny. I also want a grandson, so that my legacy is assured. I’m sure Danny would rather be married to the daughter of one of the richest men in California and all that brings instead of spending decades sharpening pencils. Your wedding will be announced tomorrow, Charlotte, go to the powder room, Danny and I need to talk.” The numb Charlotte got up and left.

“Son, let me tell you what you’re getting into” began Ethan, “As you know Charlotte is wild, it’s understandable. When she was two, her mother died in childbirth delivering our stillborn son. Charlotte and I never got over that. She was raised by nannies as I was busy conquering the world. She seduced her riding instructor, and it was downhill. She’s been expelled from the finest schools and been examined by prominent psychiatrists, she’s just wild, you two are a perfect match.” Charlotte returned to the table.

“Charlotte will you marry me?” asked Daniel.

“Yes” said Charlotte. They all toasted their champagne glasses.

The next morning Daniel was at his desk making journal entries into a ledger.

“Phone call, Henderson” barked the supervisor. Daniel went to the supervisor’s desk and took the phone.

“This is Mr. Stanton’s secretary” said a deep male voice, “He requests your presence in his office at 2:00 PM.”

“Confirmed.”

At 1:45 PM, Daniel took the elevator to the 27th floor of the Stanton building. He went through the glass door to the lavish outer office. A handsome suited young man was sitting at a desk. “Go right in, Mr. Stanton is expecting you.” Daniel entered Ethan’s opulent office, he was sitting at his grand desk smoking a cigar, sipping a glass of whiskey, he was wearing a red robe. He looked like a medieval monarch.

“Have a seat, Mr. Larrabee, Mr. Edward Larrabee”  said Ethan. The now red-faced Daniel sat before Ethan.

“The hiring screening at my company is pretty thorough, but the man who marries my daughter would be under more intense scrutiny. She is a magnet for fortune hunters, gamblers and degenerates,” Ethan said indicating the sheafs of papers and files on his desk, “You are a man of the world after my own heart, Mr. Larrabee. You’re an orphan, a scoundrel, a pervert and a killer!” guffawed Ethan. Daniel gazed at and examined the documentation of his life on Ethan’s desk, it was all there in black and white. County records, police reports, court transcripts, newspaper clippings, and private detective gathered interview statements, all charting his life journey.

He was born Edward Larrabee and grew up in a Chicago orphanage. While there he learned that boys could do more with each other besides playing stickball. Aged out of the orphanage at 16, he fell in with the kingpin of a shoplifting ring. Edward and other boys lived with the kingpin and spent their days stealing from Chicago’s finest department stores, security guards were in on the scam, the stolen goods were fenced. Edward was arrested at 18 while lifting a Vuitton suitcase. He pled guilty and got six months at the Joliette prison. His cellmate, 25-year-old Gabe Thornton set Edward straight their first night together. Gabe was a burly shaven headed tattooed mustached hellion in for armed robbery. He hauled out his big, angry looking uncut cock. Edward had become an artful cocksucker in the orphanage, and so serviced his stronger cellmate to perfection. Edward had also grown accustomed to getting fucked up the ass and had no problem when it was time to get on all fours to offer up his ass to be fucked by Gabe. Edward slept soundly in his bottom bunk after he had been used by the snoring Gabe.

Edward spent his days on his knees or bent over for the pleasure of fellow inmates and guards in exchange for cigarettes, candy bars and other assorted goodies. The six months sentence came and went. With the shoplifting gang broken up, Edward moved on to turning tricks. He’d hang out at known pervert bars and connect with traveling salesmen, randy businessman and any man seeking the services of a cute young guy. In between sex sessions, Edward went to the movies and was inspired.

The jackpot finally arrived; Edward was ready for it. One night at a sleazy bar popular with perverts, Edward spied a handsome young Marine in uniform smoking at the bar. Edward was struck by the Marine’s resemblance to him. They were the same height and had facial similarities; they looked as though they could be brothers.

“Good evening soldier, looking for a good time?” said Edward to the Marine at the bar.

“I sure am, and you look like just the queer to give it to me” said the man.

21-year-old Daniel Henderson had just been discharged from the service and was on way his home to Milwaukee. He had developed a taste for man sex after fucking around with a few fags that had been in his patrol. He stopped off in Chicago for some fun.

“That ought to cover it” said Daniel, handing Edward a five-dollar bill. They left the bar and walked a few blocks to Daniel’s dumpy hotel and went to the third floor.

Daniel lay nude stretched out in bed getting cock expertly sucked by Edward. Then Edward was on all fours, Daniel was roughly fucking him from behind. Daniel grunted as he came in Edward. The two young men lay back in bed smoking cigarettes.

“I sure had a good time!” chuckled Daniel.

From the end table, Edward grabbed the marble ash tray and swiftly brought it down on Daniel’s head, killing him instantly. This death was characterized by the crash of Daniel’s skull being fractured and a torrent of blood gushing from his head; Edward had learned a lot in prison. He wrapped the dead body in the bloody bedding, he carried it down the back stairway to the alley. He doused the shrouded corpse with lighter fluid and set it aflame. He went back to the room; he took a bath, cleansing himself of Daniel’s blood and semen. He dressed in Daniel’s uniform, grabbed his duffle bag, put a dollar for the maid on the bed, and left. A day later there was a brief newspaper story about unidentified charred male remains found in a hotel’s alley; police deemed it a gangland killing, no investigation was warranted.

 Edward boarded a train to Los Angeles. With Daniel’s wad of cash, he took a cheap hotel room. He used Daniel’s identification documents to create a new identity. He worked odd jobs while attending night business courses at a local college. He also began consorting with female prostitutes; he needed to learn how to satisfy a woman sexually, those talents would come in handy; he hadn’t had the opportunity or the desire to acquire those skills before. Six months later, he got a job as a junior accountant at a textile company. A year after that, with solid work experience he applied to the Stanton Corporation; he wanted to be where there was action. He was hired and was now about to marry the owner’s daughter and in its owner’s office.

“We’re cut from the cloth!” roared Ethan, “Take off your clothes and twirl around, I want to see what you’re working with.”

Edward stripped out of his suit and stood naked before Ethan. His lean and toned frame was displayed, his prize ass was on view, as were his exceptional erection and virile balls.

“Ah yes, I see what Charlotte sees in you. Boy, that is a mighty fine pecker you have, it’s going to give me a grandson while keeping my daughter happy. You also have the talents to keep me happy. Ah, there’s the ass that delighted many a convict and that was peddled on the streets of Chicago” said Ethan as he stood and disrobed. Nude, he just as impressive as clothed. His hairy 50-year-old body was solid and developed. His massive uncut cock was rock hard, and his mighty hairy balls dangled. Edward walked over to Ethan, he dropped to his knees.

 It had been two years since Edward last sucked cock, it was Daniel’s before he killed him. Edward thought he was past this, it was never something he craved, just something he did when he had to, and he nw had to suck Ethan Stanton’s ramrod. Edward opened his mouth wide and took his master’s manhood in down to the base. He licked it with his tongue and caressed it with his lips, lapping the salty discharge at the slit. He lavished Ethan’s balls with his tongue, all the while looking up and staring into his eyes.

 “Son, I’ve been sucked by the finest whores in the world, you are definitely in a class with them!” roared Ethan, “Oh, that’s it! You know your trade!” moaned Ethan as Edward worked on the underside of the head of cock with his tongue. “That’ll be enough, go to the sofa and make yourself comfortable on your back, I like to see the face of the person I’m screwing.”

Edward positioned himself on the sofa on his back with his legs raised and spread. Ethan applied Vaseline to his engorged prick and slathered Edward’s ass. He winced as Ethan forced his monumental erection into his slot. He hadn’t been fucked in two years, lastly by his murder victim. Edward had gotten accustomed to getting fucked but didn’t naturally seek it out, it had been forced on him or out of necessity. This bout of carnality was out of necessity. Edward lay back and experienced all the familiar sensations of being used again.

 “Ah, you’re miraculously so goddam tight! Considering that you’ve been around the block!” sighed Ethan as he increased the tempo of his fuck rhythm. Edward found himself overcome, Ethan was quite the cocksman, he was sending Edward in unbelievable dimensions of pleasure. Edward’s own considerable cock was twitching in anticipation of release, this old bastard was fucking him to new heights. Edward sobbed as his cock blasted gobs of his thick young cum. Ethan pounded away at him and was soon howling as climaxed in Edward’s distended ass. He pulled his warrior cock out of Ethan’s ass. “Let’s clean up.” Edward followed Ethan to a lavish bathroom, they showered together and got dressed in their suits.

 “That was a most invigorating meeting” chuckled Ethan as they sat at his desk smoking cigars and sipping whiskey, “We have a standing appointment for a meeting every Thursday afternoon at two o’clock. Don’t go back to your desk, go see Mr. Clark in personnel, you’ve been promoted to a senior analyst with your own office and secretary, as befits my future son-in-law. These are the keys to a modest house; you have my permission to live in sin there with my daughter until your wedding next month. I took the liberty of having your things moved there from your rooming house. You’ve had a hard life not having a father, I’m happy to fill that role, you’ll be the son I never had. You don’t need to worry about anything ever again, I’ll handle everything. You’re going to make me a grandfather…”

 After learning of his new duties at the company, and settling into his office, Edward drove to his new home on Roxbury Drive. Charlotte opened the door and kissed him, “Why don’t you take a nap and rest, we’re going out tonight.” Edward walked around the elegantly furnished house to the master bedroom and passed out. Later, dressed in finery, Edward drove them to the Mocambo for dinner, drinks and dancing. They were an attractive young couple who fit in with the swell set of Hollywood stars, executives and dark business types. When they got home, they fucked like wild beasts. Edward went to the office every weekday and learned more about the business. Charlotte loved dressing up and having an attractive man to go out with; Ciro’s Cafe Trocadero and the Coconut Grove were now among their regular nightly haunts.  

Their wedding took place a month later at the Church of the Good Shepherd, the grand reception was well attended by those of influence; it was held in a ballroom of the Roosevelt Hotel. “It feels feels tremendous to now be fucking my daughter’s husband” said Ethan when he was having sex with Edward in a hotel room during the festivities. Two weeks in Hawaii was Charlotte and Edward’s honeymoon. Eight months later, Ethan Stanton Henderson was born. Ethan threw a fabulous celebration for the birth of his grandson and a few weeks later an equally great soiree for Charlotte and Edward’s first wedding anniversary. Edward became a valued member of his father-in-law’s firm, while continuing to bitch out for him weekly. Charlotte and Edward became socially prominent and enjoyed their eventful evenings on the town. Life was beautiful.

 “There’s a Mr. Thornton to so see you” said Edward’s secretary over the phone.

 “Send him in” said the glassy eyed Edward. Of course, he thought, the past is never the past.

 In walked the hulking Gabe Thornton wearing a black suit and tie, they had not seen each other for five years, since their prison cell days when Edward took Gabe’s cock in his mouth and up his ass every night for six months.

 “What can I do for you?” asked Edward.

 “A lot, Eddie!” chuckled Gabe, “Awhile back a private detective came to the joint to interview anyone who knew you. The guards didn’t remember you; they deal with so many inmates. I sure remembered you; I gave that dick plenty of memories. His business card said LA, so I figured you were up to something big here for him to be snooping about you. I just got out of the joint and took the next train here. You were easy to find, your picture being the papers with your sexy wife. You with a wife, that’s a riot! Now, it would be mighty scandalous if it got out that a pillar of the community like yourself was really a jailhouse cocksucker who bent over for all the guards and half the inmates for a Baby Ruth or a pack of smokes. Get me a job.”

 “That can be arranged” said Edward.

 “I’ll need an advance.” Edward wrote a check for $1000 and handed it to Gabe.

 “Take care of this” said Gabe unzipping his suit trousers and hauling out his mean-looking big uncut cock and hairy balls.

 Edward rose from his desk and got on his knees before his former and now current master. He opened his mouth and once again began sucking Gabe’s cock and licking his balls.

 “Just like old times” laughed Gabe. Edward continued servicing Gabe. “That’s enough of that, I want to fuck you now.” They undressed, Edward got on the sofa on all fours, Gabe greased up his cock and Edward’s ass with Vaseline and threw his former cellmate a vicious fuck. They both came, showered and dressed. From the bar, Gabe poured himself a whiskey and lit up a Camel.

 “Take this to Mr. Clark in personnel”, said Edward handing Gabe a note specifying that he was to be hired by the security department. That division employed several tough customers the Stanton Corporation retained for unsavory actions.

 “See you around” said Gabe.

 The next few days went perfectly normal for Edward, days at the office and nights out with Charlotte. On Friday, he received a call from Ethan’s male secretary requesting his presence at Mr. Stanton’s Beverly Hills home Sunday evening at 8:00 PM. Sunday, Edward drove to his father-in-law’s sprawling house, the butler greeted him and told him to go to the drawing room. There was the sight of the nude Ethan and the nude Gabe Thornton smoking cigars and sipping whiskey in crystal tumblers, both had raging hardons.

 “Ah, Danny, so glad you could make it!” boomed Ethan, “I noticed that a Mr. Thornton had been hired and that name rang a bell, of course! He was your past incarcerated associate! With his background, I thought he’d be perfect to be my new bodyguard. He’ll be around a lot! Why don’t we all get reacquainted.”

 Edward dropped to his knees and sucked his father-in-law’s cock while stroking Gabe’s. Like a whirling dervish he switched back and forth with his mouth and hand on his tormentors’ cocks. When Ethan was ready they moved to the sofa, the nude Edward got on all fours. He was spit roasted at both ends by Ethan and Gabe who took turns filling his mouth and ass with their cocks. The three men all had explosive orgasms. Edward showered, dressed, went home and fucked his wife as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

 On Thursdays, Edward went to Ethan’s office for their weekly fuck session, on Sundays he went to Ethan’s house for the weekly three way with Gabe Thornton. Edward had told Charlotte that Sunday evenings her father wanted him over to his house for strategy sessions.

 On a Sunday night a few weeks later, Edward was in Ethan’s house nude on the sofa, he was sucking Gabe’s cock and Ethan was fucking him from behind.

 “CHARLOTTE!” yelled Edward after he took his mouth of Gabe’s cock. She was standing in the doorway holding two different revolvers in each of her hands. The first shot landed in Gabe’s forehead, right between his eyes. The second shot hit Ethan in the chest as he was fucking her husband.

 “That’s my girl” wheezed the grinning Ethan before he slumped to the floor, involuntarily withdrawing his cock from Edward’s ass. Blood gushed from the nude slain fornicators’ bodies.

 “Get dressed” said Charlotte to Ethan, “We’re free and clear now; everything is ours.” She picked up the telephone and dialed.

 “Abe, there’s been an incident at the house.”

 “I’ll be right over and take care of everything” said the voice on the other end of the line. 45-year-old attorney Abe Birnbaum was Ethan Stanton’s fixer. He knew where the bodies were buried and was responsible for many of them. Charlotte drove herself and Edward home.

 The next afternoon, the newspapers had a field day with coverage of the double fatal killings. TYCOON AND EX-CON BURGLAR DEAD IN SHOOTOUT, was typical of the headlines. The story was that Ethan Stanton surprised a burglar who shot him as Ethan shot the intruder. There was no mention of Gabe Thornton having been a Stanton employee, the chief of police declared that no further investigation was necessary.

 As Ethan’s heir, Charlotte was now the majority shareholder of the Stanton Corporation; the board of directors installed Edward as chief executive officer. Edward went to Ethan’s opulent office which now had his name on the door. The handsome young male secretary informed Edward of his arrangement with Mr. Stanton. Shortly thereafter, he was sucking Edward’s cock and then was spreading his glorious ass for Edward to fuck it. The secretary was kept on as his clerical skills were as impeccable as his sexual skills. Edward cleaned up and went to his first meeting with the mayor.

 Three months later, was the groundbreaking ceremony for the future Ethan Stanton Civic Center. Edward, then Charlotte, holding their son, each gave eloquent orations attesting to Ethan Stanton’s love of the arts and how this state-of-the-art edifice would burnish his legacy of being among Los Angeles’ most magnanimous visionaries and philanthropists.

 “1949 has been a sensational year for the Stanton Corporation, and that calls for a sensational holiday party for its valued employees, it’s my pleasure to throw it! Enjoy, everyone! Let’s make 1950 even more of a success!” So, declared charismatic CEO Daniel Henderson on the stage of a Beverly Hilton ballroom. The orchestra resumed playing, as the crowd of 100 made up of white-collar workers, their well-dressed wives and distinguished invitees, resumed dancing, drinking and dining. Daniel Henderson strode off to socialize with the mayor and other Los Angeles municipal officials.