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seen nothing.
    â€œAre those figures ready, Mr. Edgerton?”
    I almost knocked him down.
    I found Johnson out by the boiler house, overseeing a couple of engineers who were patching up a leaky pipe.
    â€œSo, not content with running the office, you’re now the director of works as well, are you?”
    â€œAh, Mr. Edgerton. We’re attempting to save the business several hundred dollars a year by increasing the efficiency of the plant.”
    I looked into the boiler house, where two apes in heavy cotton coveralls were attacking the boiler with wrenches and saws. One of them, a heavy-browed, dark-haired brute of, I think, Italian extraction, had shot his load in my face one wild night at the White Horse. The other was a young, fair-skinned, freckle-faced Irish lad whose job seemed to be to hold things.
    â€œGood morning, gentlemen,” I said. “I see you have some very large tools. I hope you know what to do with them.”
    They looked up, puzzled, as if awaiting orders.
    â€œWalk with me, Jack,” Johnson said, taking my elbow. “Keep at it, Benny.”
    â€œSure, boss,” came a thick, hoarse voice from the boiler house.

    â€œBoss?” I squeaked, as Johnson hustled me across the yard to the stables. “So now you’re the boss! Is that what this is all about? You turn up here like a genie out of a bottle and suddenly you’re taking over—”
    He pushed me through a door and I landed on my back in a pile of straw. Thankfully, it was clean; the stables were mucked out in the morning.
    â€œNow shut that pretty pink mouth of yours, Master Jack, and listen to me. I heard what your Daddy said to you. I know you got all riled up. Your pal Mick left town, right? And you’re as fretful as a kitten up a tree. You start shaking your little white ass around the engineers, and you know they’ll give you a taste and make no fuss because you line their pockets. Well, it’s time you learned that you don’t treat people like that.”
    â€œJealous, Johnson?” I said, lying back in the straw and stretching my arms behind my head. “You want my pretty pink mouth and my little white ass for yourself?”
    â€œI should whip you for saying that.”
    â€œGo ahead. Take that thick leather belt and tan my hide for me.” I turned over and wiggled my tail at him, wondering how far this game would go.
    Crack! His belt found its mark, and it stung like hell. I was so shocked I could not even cry out. Crack! It came down again.
    â€œJohnson, stop!”
    Crack! A third strike, and even through the thick wool of my pants I could feel the bite of the leather.
    I looked over my shoulder to see him breathing hard, his mighty chest working inside his shirt. I was in pain, but I was excited too. His pants, unsupported by the thick leather strap that was doubled up in his left hand, were sliding down his hips.
    â€œDo your worst, Johnson. Fuck me if you want.”
    With a growl, he jumped on me, grinding his groin into my ass, pressing the rock-hard swelling against my burning cheeks. His mouth was on my neck, my ears, kissing, licking, and biting. He was like an animal in rut. I twisted my head to take his kisses on my mouth, pressed my hips back and up to meet his thrusts. The horses, separated from us only by a low wooden bar, stamped and snorted.
    â€œI’ll fuck you, Jack. I’ll fuck you from here to kingdom come.” His hand reached down inside my pants, found my hole, and started brutally fingering it. “You’ve wanted it ever since you first saw me, haven’t you? Waggling that ass at me like a barroom whore…”
    These words, so coarse in black and white, were murmured in my ear like the tenderest endearments. I felt my guts melt, and I was ready to take whatever he could give me.
    But suddenly, the thrusting stopped, the string of obscenities was hushed, and his body lay limp and heavy on top of me.
    â€œIt