THE WORLD ACCORDING TO THE WAY I LIKE IT

BY ANONYMOUS MASTER

[ part 1 ]

Prologue

Timothy Harlow VIII (estimated richest man on earth) is reminiscent in his thoughts as he looks out of his Custom made Bombardier Lear Jet plane window. He was thinking of how far he has come in pursuit of his dreams of power, influence and esteem on a Global scale. He was remembering specifically those early memories of his childhood most often than not painful moments, living with his tyrannical grandfather Harry. Old hatchet Harry was a mean bastard, ruthless, demanding in the extreme, possessing an incredible knack for seeking out weaknesses of others and exploiting them for his personal gain. Harlow the Fifth inherited his grandson when his father and mother were kid-napped and butchered by the cartel in a failed business venture when the boy was then two years old. Hatchet Harry, despite his billions of dollars and multinational influence was unable to successfully rescue Harry’s parents after listening to the FBI’s advice of meeting the 267 million dollar ransom price, in the end the extortionists were able to kill his parents and spirit away the ransom money. His grandfather never much of a family man, resentfully took on sole custody of his grandson, who he secretly harbored ill feelings towards as he was a constant reminder of his parents, his impotence in procuring them, and most importantly to the old man the loss of his money.

Old Hatchet vowed from that day forward to never be in such a weakened position again, he would answer to no one, no government, no law, no organization, he would see to it that he would be the most powerful, most influential, most dangerous man in the world. What he couldn’t buy he would take by whatever means available. His anger and resentment would lead Hatchet Harry to an all consuming passion to dominate everything and everyone around him, including his newly acquired grandson. His hellbent fury, enabled the man to find, and decimate those responsible for his son and daughter-in-law’s murders. He took vengeance on every last member of the cartels involved and every member within the “Familia”, down to every last man, woman and child.

It was somewhat painful to recall the causal abuse he suffered at the hands of his grandfather, and great-uncle. The punishments, education, physical fitness and diet regimen’s, the torture and then the sexual abuse and the total exploitation at the old man’s hands. Old Hatchet was the continual and constant source of this abusive attention and through the old man’s daily dose of doctrinarian discipline and sadistic abuse. Though Harlow reflected if it were not for these experiences he would never of become the self-possessed, driven, insatiable man he is to day. It is only natural he thought to himself, that I take what pleasure I can from my inheritance and position, after all the Old Man did leave him with abundant resources, and indulgent appetites which were eagerly engaged upon at his every convince.

One such pleasure was the pursuit of sexual abandon and exquisite escasy the type only which can be found beyond the reach of most ordinary men, hell, most Kings for that matter, his harems and flesh markets rivaled that of any in the world. He is the sole “Don” of pornography and slave trading in the rarest and pricey merchandise which only he can only provide.

His is latest acquisitions in boy flesh were the cargo on his plane 20 youths of Scandinavian, Eastern European decent aged 4-18. Heading back to Harlow county with him to be processed into the various industries associated with his illustrious empire.

He was at this very moment being less than skillfully fellated by twin 6 year old boys. His hands brutally forcing his thick long member down the naked boys throats while whipping their slim boy bodies with a vicious, biting whip, the boys were being for not being more adept at giving their first ever blow job (of course the real reason for the whipping was that he just enjoyed the hell out of causing pain to naked little boys). He Showed the two no mercy just as he was not given any mercy at three years of age as he was orally raped the first of many such rapes by his grandfather. A flashback to the dreadful experience excited his engorged cock all the more as he recalled, the dreadful awakening, the terrorized minutes of being stripped of his clothing, the brutal shock of being forced down onto the massive man-sized erected cock of his Grandfather, and the fear, oh the numbing fear, as it tore through him as his grandfather lost himself completely in his sexual escasy. The n the realization that the ordeal was not over but a prelude to an after-climax, the routine beatings, the torture, the mental and psychological abuse. At last, finally, he was cast aside a broken thrown away object, a broken little boy which sobbed, and shivered, and pissed itself into one harrowing nightmare after another until the new dawn and his new existence in hell began.

Which was the stronger of the two human emotions he pondered, pleasure or pain. Well I can always experiment he laughed, yes a long term study was in order. In the interests of science, we must pursue these answers, and will it be a most delicious journey of enlightenment. With that thought he rammed his pulsating cock balls deep into the six year olds mouth and blasted rope after rope of come down the choking spastic boy’s throat.