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GANG MEMBER NEW BITCH 05
MM+, Anal, Oral, WS, Scat, Spit, Snot, Rough, NC, CBT,
SM, Bondage, Raunchy, Violent.
Homer Rios  writerbear2000@yahoo.com
Sunday, October 1, 2006
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Copyright (c) 2006 to Homer Rios and WRITER BEAR
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Six months gone by and Pedro was still making it big
at the various gallery shows that he was showcasing
his work.  Fifteen shows and thirty-two paintings were
sold, and all at mark up prices.  Pedro was a big hit
with all of the art gallery owners, especially the
women, who thought that he had the bad boy image that
made his paintings sale faster because it showed the
bad boys softer side.  

If they only knew.  Chad thought to himself on more
than one conversation.

Around October that year, Sherry came to the condo to
give a payment of yet another painting that Pedro
sold.  She recommended to Chad, who has taken the
business partner role over to a T, that Pedro should
open up a studio and gallery to showcase certain
pieces of his work.  She believed that Pedro having
his own gallery would be beneficial to showing the art
community that he was a well established artist.  

Two months later, Pedro purchased an old building in a
redevelopment area of town, and began transforming it
into Aztecs Art Gallery.  To help with the gallery
Chad suggested transforming some of the rooms in the
upstairs area into apartments that would be for added
income.  One of the areas upstairs was converted into
office space for the two men.  

January 1 the construction was completed on both
levels of the building and January 3 one of the four
upstairs apartments were rented out to a twenty-one
year old Hispanic guy, Felix, who needed a place to
stay while he was in college, part of the deal was
that Felix would help out at any of the gallery shows
that were put on at Aztecs Gallery.

The web site was bringing in over 10,000 hits a day
with at least sixty orders a month.  Pedro was
dumbfounded at the turn of his luck.  Just a year ago
he was starting over with a new companion/slave trying
to break ties with the gang crowd, only to become
disenchanted with the change, now he was a successful
artist that was raking in the money just for paintings
that he didnt feel were very good.  

He laughed at what Sherry told him at their first
meeting, People will buy crap!  Shit on a piece of
wood or canvases, give it a fancy title and someone
smuck will buy it!

Pedro was shocked with how well his relationship was
with Chad, who, in all honesty, was treated like
nothing more than a pet by him, and now is more of a
friend than any of those he called friends in the
gang.  Plus hes become a business manager and lover
(of sorts) to Pedro.  If Pedro was being honest with
himself, he has come to love Chad, not as a slave, not
as a pet, but as a friend and a lover.  

Chad has been there since the very beginning, granted
not by choice, but hes been there, being broken to
Pedros way of thinking, and going out of his way to
make sure Pedro was happy.  Pedro was certainly happy
and a big part of it was because of Chad.  

Pedro thought that none of this would have been
possible if it werent for Chad.  It was the slaves
idea. 

The night of Aztecs Gallery grand opening, Pedro was
nervous, like he usually was on a big night, pacing
back and forth in front of the bed in the bedroom.  He
was nervous like always as to how he was going to come
off, but after the same pep talk Chad gave him he was
able to calm down a bit.

The gallery show went fantastic with Pedro selling
three paintings and getting several requests for
special paintings.  Chad watched from a far as Pedro
put forth an uncomfortable presence that seemed to
endure him to the patrons.  He looked great in his
tuxedo, which hid all of his tattoos and any signs of
his former life.  

All the way home from the show, Pedro was talking a
mile a minute excited at the way things were
progressing.  Chad smiled watching him in the
passenger seat and just listened to his Master talk
about life now that he has gone legit.  Chad was
happy that he was the cause of Pedros new found
lifestyle and success, and hoped that everything would
work out for him.


Entering the bedroom, Pedro stripped down to his boxer
shorts and tank top and collapsed face down on the
bed.  Chad was naked (his usual attire at home) and
straddled his Masters back massaging his neck and
shoulders.

I cannot believe that one fat lady was interested in
that red painting, I was just fucking around with it.
 Pedro said after letting out a long moan of delight.

She wanted it because it would go good in her living
groom, which happens to be in different shades of red.
 A lot of people buy paintings to go with the décor
and that painting would definitely do that.  Chad
said massaging a kink out between his shoulder blades.

But $50,000, when I had the painting listed at
$1,000.

Six other people wanted it; Sherry said that there
was a bidding war on it, that fat lady won.  Chad
continued to massage.

After a few more minutes of massaging Pedro went a
sleep.  Chad picked up the tuxedos and hung them and
cleaned up the house.  He spent some time in the
kitchen working on the post gallery show spreadsheet
and retired to his cage.  He drifted off to sleep
dreaming about his former life.


Two days later, Chad was riding Pedros cock when the
telephone rang.  Chad forced himself to get off of his
Masters cock and answer the phone. 

Hello.  Yes this is the home of the Pedro Garcia. 
Yes, sir, his gallery show was two days ago.  I am
sorry sir, but that painting was sold that night.

Chad listened some more as he tried to stop him from
laughing, as Pedro stroked his cock and twitched his
nipples.  Chad returned to the conversation: Yes sir,
we could me with you later on today.  Sure you can
meet us at the gallery at two.  Yes sir we will see
you there.

What was that about?  Pedro asked propping his naked
body up against the headboard.

Chad sat down in front of Pedro, and said: That was a
Mister Cory Cameron that wanted to buy that painting
that you made that looked like a circuit board.  He
was very disappointed about the painting being sold,
and said that a late meeting prevented him from
getting the gallery opening.  Hed like to meet with
you today at two for commission of some sort.

Really?  Pedro asked.

Yes, why do you doubt yourself?  You are a great
artist and these people love you.  Lets meet with the
guy and see what he has to say, if you dont like what
he wants you to paint you can politely tell him no. 
Chad said stroking Pedros nipple.

Pedro pulled Chad to him and began kissing him; he
broke the kiss, Thank you.  Thank you for everything
you have done for me.  Without you I wouldnt have
been able to come this far.

Chad returned the kiss, and said, You had it in you
all along, but you just needed some help, I am glad
that I was able to help you.

Chad reached over and pumped Pedros cock to full mast
and inserted the veiny piece of meat up his ass, No
where were we?


Felix had the conference room up and ready for the
meeting a half hour before Pedro and Chad got to the
gallery.  Pedro was dressed in a pair of khaki
Dockers, and a long sleeve dark blue button up with a
white t-shirt underneathto cover the chest tattoos. 
He had his portfolios available and a presentation of
some of the things he can accomplish.  

Mister Cameron was escorted into the room at a quarter
to two by Felix, who offered him coffee and/or a
pastry, both of which Mister Cameron declined.  He
looked to be in his mid fifties, with short brown hair
that has white at the temples, wrinkle free skin,
stands about five foot ten inches tall, and weighed
about 200 pounds.  His eyes were dark blue, which were
barely visible between slits in his eyelids.  He was
good looking and looking good in the Italian cut suit.
 Chad made introductions and sat at the conference
table to get the ball running.

The gist of the meeting was that Mister Cameron wanted
the circuit board painting very badly and was willing
to pay triple the amount in order to get the original
back from the individual who bought it.

Pedro started, I apologize, sir, but once the
painting is sold that design is no longer sold.  Also
I cannot ask the guy who bought it to give it back
just because you offer me more money.

Chad shook his head at his Masters courage to stick
with the morale high road.  Mister Cameron seemed
impressed too.  Okay.  Then how are you with murals?

Chad showed the mural designs that Pedro created for
fun, and waited for Mister Cameron to respond. 
Cameron looked up from the portfolio and addressed
Pedro, You are a very impressive artist, young man. 
I would like to hire you then to do three murals for
me at my three office complexes.

What the fuck?  Pedro thought to himself.  First
this guy wanted a crappy painting of his and now he
wants three murals for his office complexes.  That was
a jump of a lifetime he thought.

What exactly would you like sir?  Chad asked seeing
the astonishment on Pedros face.

I have offices in Eureka, Bakersfield, and Los
Angeles and would like you to design a mural
integrating those areas with my logo.  Ill pay you
well, but I insist on seeing a preliminary sketch
first.  He took out a piece of paper and handed it to
Chad after Pedro nodded his assent, and said, This is
a retainer for the composites and your time.  Let me
know when you are finished.

He got up indicating the meeting was over, shook
hands, and left without preamble.  Chad unfolded the
check and whistled, and showed Pedro as he stepped
beside him.

What the fuck!  $50,000 for a retainer!  You got to
fucking be kidding me?  Pedro said.

Nope, three offices, big walls, travel; I think this
is going to be a very lucrative deal.  Chad said
smiling.

Chad and Pedro spoke about the deal and agreed to that
this would be a deal of lifetime.  Chad was finding
himself in the role of confident-stroker and couldnt
understand his Masters lack of confidence after all
he did in the gang.  Weird.  He thought to himself.

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For three weeks Pedro designed and colored four
designs for the three sites.  Chad would look through
everything and give his opinions, but mostly give his
Master a shot of confidence whenever he doubted
himself.  The composites were beautiful and captured
the essence of the areas that they represented.  

Pedro worked into the night on the last day of the
third week, and was excited about the outcome of all
of the composites.  He didnt want to think of himself
as talented, but in the time hes been doing this new
job hes been a big hit.  He felt like he was on top
of the world and couldnt be stopped, he was a success
and he did it his way.  Nope that wasnt right, he
knew that he had help from Chad, who thought
everything up for him and got him up and running.

The meeting with Mister Cameron was successful, and he
picked the three that Pedro liked.  There were a few
items that they wanted to change that were worked out
over the next days lunch meeting.  Mister Cameron
stated that Pedro had plenty of time come up with a
new composite in full color.  In fact, he wanted the
project to start after the first of the yearonly four
or five months away.

Pedro was so excited he made rough sketches of what he
wanted to do and the changes that Mister Cameron
wanted that day when he got home.  He worked on
straightening everything up and began work on
designing a painting for a Mexican restaurant in the
neighborhood.  

The television was on in the great room, where Chad
was sitting on the couch working on a laptop computer.
 He currently working on a letter to the City Council
to get the street closed in front of the gallery for a
few hours.  The idea, which belonged to Sherry, was
simple:  Close the street down for about five hours
and have an outside gallery show to showcase young
artists in the area.  Sherry had at least twenty
artists lineup and wanted an up and comer to showcase
his artwork with theirs to get people in.  

Pedro didnt want to do it because he wanted to
concentrate on the pieces that he had and didnt want
to have the attention away from his-self.  Chad had to
convince him with the fact that Pedro was brought out
on a newcomer and that it would be a good to return a
favor to Sherry.

Besides what she is wanting will not happen, there is
no way that the City will close a block down for an
art fair.  Shes being too ambitious with this and the
City will not do it for the name of youth
advancement.  Chad had to explain to Pedro.

Chads letter was his request and plan of action to
the City Council and the mayor.  He didnt make a big
deal about it because he knew that the City wouldnt
do anything about it and probably loose all the
requests.

Looking up from the monitor long enough to catch a
glimpse at the television screen Chad stopped midway
back to his monitor at what he saw.  Oh shit! came
out of his mouth.

Pedro came running into the room to find Chad shaking
and staring at the television screen.  His expression
was a mixture of joy, horror, and recognition.  Pedro
turned his attention to the screen and saw the Chief
of Police from Mariposa Washington Police Department
addressing the crowd of reporters.  

Pedro came in at the tail end of the statement about
some new developments in the missing person case and
was going to turn the interview over to one of the
relatives of the missing person soon.  The chief
requested that all questions be held until after the
announcement.  


Pedro looked at Chad, who just sat there silently, and
wondered what has gotten into him.  He returned his
attention to the television and searched the ticket
type on the bottom of the screen for any information,
but nothing of importance was coming across.

Pedro noticed Chad stiffen when the podium was given
over to a man in his early fifties holding onto a
woman of similar age.  Both were tired looking, looked
as if they were crying for a while, both had some very
recognizable characteristics.  Pedro looked back at
Chad who was fighting with his body, which was
shaking.

The caption underneath the older man claimed that the
person was Adam Connors, father of missing person. 
The woman was Ann Connors, obviously mother of the
missing person.  She didnt say a word, but the man
took the microphone and spoke in a stern and crisp
voice.

I would like to thank the individuals that came
forward with this information and ask others to have
the courage and heart to come forward with other
information.  His voice cracked, and continued,
Thank you.

The parents walked away from the podium to a gathering
of other family members.  The podium was then taken
over by a man in his early seventies, dressed in an
expensive suit, tie, and had his hair coifed just
right.  This was definitely a man of power, Pedro
decided.

Oh no!  Escaped from Chads mouth, causing Pedro to
look at his crumbling friend/slave, but Chad just
continued to stare at the television not blinking
once.

Whats wrong?  Pedro asked, but to no avail there
was no answer.

The old man didnt waste anytime.  A year ago
individuals took a family member away from us.  We
made a local plea for his return but all that gave us
was a few leads, which we are thankful for, but it
hasnt given us back what was taken from us.

Today I come before you, my family and me, offering a
reward of one hundred thousand dollars for the return
of my grandson.  No questions asked.

The lady, Ann, came forward at some command from the
old man, who was finally identified as Vince De Luca. 
Chad we miss you and are praying for you to return
home to us.

There was some more talk, questions being thrown out
left and right, with only the chief answer, the De
Luca family quietly left with no interruptions.  Chad
just continued staring at the television shaking, and
crying, Pedro was trying to put two and two together
when the phone rang.  

He ignored and asked one more time, what the matter
was, and got a barely audible response: That is my
family.

Shocked he answered the telephone.

Hello...Yeah...What are you talking about?  When? 
The entire area?  Impossible!  Okay...Okay... Keep me
informed.

Turning back to the couch he saw that Chad was gone. 
He went searching for him and found him his bedroom. 
Chad was sitting on his bed looking out the window,
hugging himself.

Whats the matter?  He asked Pedro as his Master sat
down next to him.

That was Elena she said that the Warehouse District
has been burnt to the ground.  The members of the
gang, except three or four of them were all in the
hide out.  No one got out a live.  Pedro said feeling
a sense of lost.

I am sorry.

Why?

Because I am responsible for it, thats why.  Chad
said a bit bitchy.

I dont get it?

That press meeting and the reward money wasnt a
request to find me it was a warning to anyone out
there that is willing to fuck with my family.  My
grandfather probably had the information already and
had the area burned down a few minutes before the
conference.

What?

De Luca!  Vince De Luca is in the Italian mafia,
Pedro!  Hes a low level person, but he is high enough
to cause problem for anyone screwing with us. The old
man got information from someone and went hunting. 
Chad said.

The whole gang Chad!  Pedro said upset.

I know.  Be happy it wasnt their families. Chad
said snapping out of his sadness.

Whole family, you mean he would have killed their
entire family?  

Yes.  Thats how it is done.  Its no different than
what you gang does, but his gang is more organized
and powerful than yours.  Chad said without concern
for what is back talk would bring.

You are alright with this?

No I dont have anything to do with any of that side
of the family, and try to keep my distance from them. 
The only reason my parents are at the conference is
because they want me back.

Does the old man know everything?

He probably has a lot of information that he gleamed
before the fire, but if he knows that there are any
survivors hell be going after them.  Chad just sat
there sad. 

So he probably knows about me?  Pedro asked more to
himself than to anyone else, his survival instincts
kicking in.

Chad answered anyway, Most likely not, but there are
possibilities that he does.

Pedro got up and started pacing the room, talking to
himself rapidly, Chad could tell that his Master was
scared, and was trying to figure out what to do.  Chad
couldnt help him no matter how much he wanted to.  

Get up! Pedro told Chad in a harsher voice than he
wanted to.

Why?

What the fuck do you mean, why?  Pedro said
incredulously.  Im not fucking dying because I still
have you around.  There are members that are alive
still and I am not taking a chance of fucking them
over because you are still around!  Pedro was talking
fast, obviously scared.

Chad just shook his head and held his ground.  I
cant go home!

What!

What?  What?  You think you can just kidnap me, turn
me into your slave, and at the end when you are scared
shitless you can just send me back to my family
without any consequences?  Chad said angry.  He
continued, Not only youll pay the consequences but I
will too!

What the hell are you talking about?

Look at me!  Hair finally grown in, but you can still
see the tattoos, piercing or two, and lets not
mention the fact that the last year and half I have
served as a slave, and sexual slave to you and your
friends.  He paused shaking his head, You think I am
just going to be welcomed home to my family?  If you
do then you dont know my family!

What they are going to turn their backs on you? 
Pedro asked not believing what he was hearing.

Thats exactly what they would do to me.  I am
damaged property and brought shame to myself and
worse, the family!  Ill be allowed to come home, but
the rest of my life would be miserable.  Ill be cut
off financially; no one in the family will talk to me,
or have anything to do with me.  My life is basically
over with.  He said in perturbed voice.

Your own family, you tell me that your own family is
going to disown?

Thats exactly what I am telling you.  I am better
off here than anywhere else.  The day you kidnapped me
and modified me was the day you made it impossible for
me to ever go home.  So I am staying.  Chad said
defiantly.

You have to go home!  Ill be the next person that
your grandfather will be after!  Pedro yelled back in
a whining voice.

If he hasnt found you by now then he wont find you,
hell be after Manuel and the survivors.  He probably
doesnt know anything about you!

Pedro left the room saying that he has to think,
meaning he was going to go for a drive.  Chad just lay
down on his bed and looked up at the cottage cheese
ceiling wondering what will come next.  Chad fall a
sleep pushing events out of his mind and hoping things
will return to the new normal soon.

A few hours later Chad was being rustled awake by
Pedro, yelling, Get up!

Chad woke up and looked at Pedro, who was scared and
moving him into a sitting position.  Getting up Chad
saw that Pedro has a department store bag with him and
taking out some normal clothes that Chad assumed was
meant for him.

Put these on!  

NO!  Chad said.

No?  Pedro slapped Chad in the face, What the fuck
do you mean no?  I said get up and get dressed.

NO!  I am not going home, not after what has been
done to me.  You are safe and have a project that
needs to be taken care of.  I am here to help you and
will help you as long as I can.  Chad fought back.

Pedro walked up to Chad and looked into the slaves
eyes, I do not want to die, that is why I got out of
the gang.  Keeping you here will get me kill.

Chad touched his Masters shoulders and told him, You
will be safe as long as I am alive and am with you. 
My grandfather will not make a move against you with
me in your presence.

Chad and Pedro went to the kitchen to fix something to
eat and talked about what life was going to be like
now.  By two in the morning, the two have come to an
understanding.  Chad would stay on as Pedros business
partner, but their relationship will have to change
from submissive to a pseudo lover.  Pedro was still
scared, but saw the logic of Chads thinking.  The
next morning life continues as if nothing ever
happened, but the fear remained in the back of Pedros
mind.

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Four months to complete one chapter!  I am sorry it
has taken me so long to get through this chapter, but
I finally finished it and will hope to finish the
series in short order.  Hope you enjoy this
installment and tune in for the next.

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