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HONEYMOON
By Harry Kuntz
I
Barton had been treating the kid with contempt from the moment they met.
And no one knew how to show contempt better than Barton. John Barton. The
terror of Wall Street. Thirty-eight years old, and officially worth three
billion dollars. Some people said it was more like twenty times that, that he
could buy and sell Bill Gates and Warren Buffett with his spare change any time
he wanted to.
And he had made every penny of it himself, by out-toughing the other
tough sons of bitches on Wall Street. Hundreds of mergers he had forced down
their unwilling throats. And he made them wallow in their defeats. Hundreds of
former top bananas had been forced to accept Barton's deals on Barton's terms.
And Barton's terms always included two things: enormous profits for John Barton,
and the loser kissed John Barton's ass. Literally. And not just on the buns.
The former CEO's on Barton's payroll had two things in common. They had tasted
Barton's shit-lined rectum. And they had begged for the privilege. They had
seen plenty of execs just like themselves go down to ruin for displeasing Barton
in the slightest way.
Now John Barton was starting on his honeymoon. It was his second
marriage. He had dropped his first wife, Fran, who had begun showing signs of
middle age. Fran had hired one of the best known divorce lawyers in the country.
Barton had toughed him out the same as he toughed out every other son of a bitch
who tried to cross him. Now the lawyer was nursing his wounds, Fran was living
on $30,000 a year, and Barton was enjoying his billions.
He had married a babe. An incredibly beautiful Asian girl named Kim.
Just looking at her straight black hair, her incredibly soft, smooth skin, her
beautiful features, her willowy body, drove him crazy. She was 22 years old,
sixteen years younger than him. And it wasn't just that she was a babe. She
had brains. She had graduated first in her class at a top university. She had
been engaged to an Asian American boy who graduated a year ahead of her, the
only boy friend she had ever had. Then she had received an internship to work
one summer in the executive offices at Barton's Wall Street headquarters.
After one look and a few conversations, Barton knew he had to have this
girl. He went ahead and got his divorce from Fran, something he had already
decided to do anyway. He just blew away Kim's fiance, dazzling her with what he
could buy for her, the places he could take her, the people he could introduce
her to. What impressed her more than anything was the force of his character.
She could see his strength in his every movement. And she saw that the most
powerful people in the world cowered before him. John Barton always got what he
wanted, and Kim loved him for that. The fiance was history, and John Barton and
Kim were man and wife.
There was just one fly in Barton's ointment, one that he could never
completely put out of his mind, though almost no one knew of it and no one knew
how much it preyed on him. Sexually, the great John Barton was a grade A wimp.
Maybe that was what drove him to outcompete everyone who crossed him, to prove
that he had more balls than everyone else. Because in fact, he had less. Much
less. His tiny prick could hardly be seen in his pubic hair when it was soft.
When it was "hard," it was barely three inches long, was thinner than his index
finger, and, in truth, was not very hard at all. His balls were tinier than
marbles. He had trouble coming more than two or three times in a week, and when
he came, only a few drops of thin, almost water-like cum was ejected. Whether
it was Fran or Kim or any of the other women who were attracted by his money and
his power, whenever he fucked them they always had to ask if it was "in" and
whether he had cum.
Barton wanted an heir and Kim wanted a baby. But he had tried to get
Fran pregnant for years, with no success. The best medical specialists in the
world had been consulted. There was nothing wrong with Fran. It was just that
Barton's undersized testicles produced such little sperm, the odds were against
him. Following his doctors' advice, Barton had abstained from all sex for over
a month prior to this honeymoon. The wedding had been timed so that Kim would
be at the peak of her fertility cycle. And she was taking fertility drugs. The
doctors told them that with these steps, Barton had a reasonable chance of
making Kim pregnant. But things weren't fated to turn out that way.
