James slumped back in his exquisite, leather chair. His lavish office expanded outwards from his desk, framed by the city skyline behind him. None of it pleased him as the last young thing strolled from his office. Five interviews in a row and not a single original thought between them. Nothing but pre-planned lines and a shitty handle on how to run on the fly to a client. Even his questions threw the idiots off. No one that couldn't stand up to Mr. Castle were welcome in his P.R. Firm.

James considered himself an eligible bachelor, as did several business culture news sites and magazines. Even at 31, he was considered the handsome businessman that everyone else wished they could be. But he never dated. No one dared doubt his masculinity though. His prowess taking over markets was unquestioned. As was his appeal in social circles.

The bachelor part did have one drawback. The company was so valued that control of it was worth having. Much of his own money went straight back into owning the business to ensure that control always remained in his hands. James always knew that he would have to think about a time where he could no longer handle the business. An heir? Something about reproduction did not offer any particular interest for him. He had hoped to hand it to an intrepid young mover and shaker, but years had come and gone with little evidence of the same fire he had seen in himself.

His secretary interrupted his reverie. "Mr. Castle?"

"Donna?" James latched the speakerphone.

"What do you want to do with the... uhh... sixth interviewer?"

James snatched up the phone. "You mean he is still here? It is almost five o'clock."

"Yes. He refuses to leave and won't tell me where he lives."

He let out a laugh. Spunk. Something about that sounded good to him. "Send him in."

Donna paused. "Are you sure about this? He is very insistent."

"I am always certain, Donna. You know that. Besides, I want to know how he got past everyone up to see us."

"Alright."

James adjusted the collar of his shirt before tipping back in his chair. When he heard of the sixth interviewer, he couldn't have been more intrigued. Even better, he was still here. Amusement would have to be postponed, he had decided at the time. He had instructed Donna to figure it out, but that clearly didn't work out.

When the door popped open, Donna was holding it with a stretch. Under her arm came the smallest businessman there was. Just under four feet tall, he strode in with more confidence than someone who was seven feet. James couldn't help but snicker. A scruff of blonde hair done in the new popular spiky fashion crowned a confident little face. He even had a briefcase and matching loafers. He wasted no time moving across the office, not distracted by the expensive decor. Instead, he strolled right up to James' desk, placed his case beside the chair, and stretched up and across the desk to offer a handshake.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Castle. I'm glad you could fit me in. I phoned ahead, but your secretary gave me the ring-around. So I dropped in. Sorry if that messed up your schedule."

James stared at the boy. He couldn't be older than nine, probably more like seven. But he talked like any good businessman unafraid to step on a toe to make a profit. After a second, he grabbed the boy's hand and shook it. Pretty solid for a grade-school kid.

"Not at all. I didn't catch your name though."

"Damien."

"Damien what?"

"Just Damien for now. I'm here to be interviewed for the position you have opened up."

James studied the boy. It was hard not to laugh. Why was this even happening? "Well, Damien, I'm sorry. I've already decided to pick one of the others that came in before you. Now..."

"No you didn't." Damien stared him straight in the eye, totally confident.

"...excuse me?"

"Each one of those guys was sitting in the lobby rehearsing every word they were gonna say. If you hired any of those guys, you weren't who I thought you were."

For the first time in his life, James was thrown for a loop. Such an easy lie was supposed to solve this problem kid. Not only did the kid see through it, but he slapped James in the face for trying!

While he was still stunned, Damien didn't even hesitate. "You are trying to get rid of me because you think I'm a stupid kid with an idea in his head. Well, I've been planning this for three and a half months. I stalked your website until I found an opening. Meanwhile, I planned an escape route from the home, saved up to buy the clothes once I was out, convinced your rent-a-cops that I was one of your publicist's son, made it all the way up here and into your office. And while your dumb adults sat in the lobby trying to come up with a line to wow you into hiring them, I beat down everything to get here."

James' smile grew the more he spoke. There was something in this kid's eye. "And for what, Damien? Why exactly are you here?"

"I'm here to get a job with your company."

"And what makes you think I'm going to hire you?"

"Because you and I both know that not just anyone can work for Castle P.R. It is the best. Which is the place I will start at."

What does one say to a little kid who already had more confidence and courage than the last five adults he spoke to that day? Damien had fire, that was for sure. It didn't matter, because there was no way hiring could happen, even if Damien was qualified for the job.

Even so, Damien was alluring. From his inner strength to his outward charisma, he exuded everything James appreciated in a man. The fact that the kid was a looker wasn't lost in the mix either. The harrowing tale of Damien's trip here was intriguing too. There was so much running around in that small package that there was no way James could ignore it. Sending the kid away with nothing was not an option anymore. A fire like his needed to be cultivated, lest something come along to stifle it.

"You said you broke out of a home?"

"Yeah. I've been living in a group home for two years. I've been watching the business pages of the newspaper ever since I got there. That's when I decided to go after Castle P.R."

Orphaned then. All the more amazing. If he could do all of this at his age, what would his courage allow him to do at twenty? Regardless, Damien could not get what he wanted today. But perhaps there was another option.

"Listen, Damien..."

"I don't take no for an answer, Mr. Castle. You don't start that way for an acceptance. I will not be nobody."

"So I see. I'll give you this: you have balls. They are the kind of balls I'm afraid to kick. Maybe they aren't strong enough to take it now, but I wouldn't be surprised if you came back twelve years later and fed me mine. So I'll make you a deal. Interested?"

"Depends on the deal."

Smart kid. "I can't hire you for the publicist position because I'm guessing you are under eighteen, among other expectations. I'm sure you knew that. But I'm thinking a proper business proposal is in order here." James sat forward in his chair, placing both hands on the side of the desk. "It is one of the truest sense. In a way, we both have something the other needs. You need the help of a powerful businessman. And I have often wanted the... presence of someone like you. We can satisfy each other's needs."

Damien nodded sagely. "Go on."

Even as he spoke, James was imagining what he was about to win himself. A beautiful, charismatic boy responsible for his needs. Being so surprised by his charisma, James had taken little time to consider any of this. It was awfully lonely in his home and finding the more common solutions to his own appetites seemed too dangerous, even for someon as rich as he. But this might do even better.

"So, here is the deal. Since you are in a group home, I will pull you out of it. You will live with me and study business. If you do well, you will have a place at Castle. I will provide you with food, shelter, education, and everything else you may need to get where you are going. In return, you will assist me in anything I need or want, satisfy any whim I have. You will answer to me and me alone. That way, we both get what we want. Any questions?"

Damien huffed. "So I would be your slave."

"Of course not. You will have your share of free will. But there will be some things that will be non-negotiable. Of course, if you have a problem with that, you are welcome to try some of the other P.R. Firms. Knowing my competition, I seriously doubt any of them will do anything to you besides calling the cops though."

Little blue eyes looked down at the desk for a second, then returned. "Deal."

"Excellent." James pulled a contract out from his desk and slid it across to Damien with a pen. The contract was standard, but Damien wouldn't be able to follow the language in it. "Sign at the bottom and we will start processing this immediately."

The boy scrawled his full name across the sheet and handed it back.

A smile crept over his face. Damien was his. "Donna?" James said into the intercom.

"Yes, Mr. Castle?"

"I need you to put together the adoption papers for a... Damien Nordman. To be Damien Castle. Call the law offices and have it all expedited."

"...adoption, sir?"

"Yes. I'm taking on interviewer six. Also, do me a favor and let the others know that they lost to a seven-year old."

"Eight," Damien corrected.

"My apologies. Donna, make it an eight year old."

"Will do. Anything else, Mr. Castle?"

"Yes. Have some drinks sent up. Non-alcoholic. I think I need to have a toast with the newest member of the Castle family."

"Right away."

The next few days saw a flurry of legal activity around the office. Though the team of lawyers attached to Castle's company were used to handling copyright law, law suits, and other corporate debaucles, they stood quite well in family court as well. Damien, of course, had to be sent back to the group home in the meantime, but James was already preparing for his new companion.

The guest room in James's high-rise apartment was set up for the boy during the social worker's tour. Lawyers answered most of the questions for him. Besides, it would all change once Damien was released into his custody. This kid was a dream come true. And, if everything worked according to plan, James wouldn't have to worry about an heir. Unless something happened in the growing up process, James was confident that this kid could take over Castle P.R. Hell, maybe he could without James's help with the way he walked in.

Of course, all of these things were distractions from what James really wanted out of the deal. For so long, his home had been empty. No woman or man could fill the hole he wanted and it seemed too risky to fill it with the things he actually desired. Now, Damien would fit perfectly in the space he had made.

"Welcome to Castle's castle."

Damien had worn the same suit to the court hearing to declare him officially adopted. A single duffel bag contained every possession and article of clothing he had, which James had snatched up from him. Most of its contents would be tossed as soon as possible. Old, ratty clothes did not fit a Castle.

"Not bad at all," Damien said, a sly grin on his face. "Why not get a house?"

"I like to be close to the office," James replied, dropping the bag by the door and snatching up a remote. Tagging a button, the curtains parted smoothly, revealing New York etched in orange, red, and pink. "That and I enjoy the view."

Damien kicked off the children's loafers one size too small off at the door and brought the plastic bag of leftovers over to the fridge. Fresh everything was just recently stocked, so he had a hard time finding a spot for it. James didn't normally buy food for the house often. He ended up eating at work most days.

"So, where is my room?"

James chuckled. "Well, you have two rooms, really."

"Two?"

"Well, I have a guest room where we can put some of your things. You can do homework there and such. And then there is my room, which we will share too."

"Why? What is in your bedroom?"

"Me, mostly. I will most likely need your presence in the evenings. I tend to do my relaxing there. Entertaining is done in the living room. So, we will probably spend much of our time there."

"Gotcha." Damien still wasn't totally sure what needs he would be solving. He only hoped it wasn't so much about bringing his new dad drinks and such. Being someone's slave was definitely not fun.

"Grab your bag and get it settled in the other room. Pick a few sets of clothes you want to keep and leave the rest. We will go shopping and get new clothes soon. I'll be in my bedroom when you are done with that."

James had sprawled out on his California-King bed. Strewn over a chair in the corner was a belt, a pair of slacks, dress socks, jacket, and button-up shirt. Only a pair of boxers and his undershirt kept him from being an image out of an erotic magazine for women. It was no wonder that women tended to seek entrance to his social circles and flirt. James worked out and made his appearance a part of the job. People naturally liked good-looking individuals, so he used that to his advantage.

It was in this way that Damien found his benefactor when he made it to the master bedroom. Damien had gotten rid of the suit jacket, but otherwise had kept his modesty intact. The sight of his idol half-way to naked caught him off-guard and his cheeks turned pink. "Do you, uhh, want me to come back later?"

James laughed. "Of course not. You can't lie in bed in business clothes. You can ruin them like that. So, get that stuff off and hop up here." He slapped the matress to punctuate.

Damien hesitated, a few nervous butterflies starting to flutter about inside his stomach. But he reassured himself that it was fine. This wasn't like the group home. One by one, the buttons came undone. His undershirt was tight across his chest, accenting two little nipples and a slightly rounded tummy. He caught himself on his cuffs, but quickly reversed and undid them as well. Leaning against the side of the bed, he swiped off the black socks and tossed them aside with his shirt. He didn't have a belt and the pants looked a little loose. Undoing the button was enough to get them free of his hips. James watched with rapt interest as the light material broke past his butt and downwards. He was wearing colorful underwear too small for him. It sucked around his butt and, as Damien turned around to come to the bed, it also made a lovely round bulge.

Ahead, the TV was playing some evening comedy show. James didn't really care what it was. His focus was addressing other matters. Damien had crawled onto the bed and was starting to settle in outside of reach. That would not do at all.

"No you don't." James's muscular arms grabbed the boy around his hips and dragged him over, pulling several pillows and some comforter wrinkles along with. Before Damien knew it, he was in the crook of an arm. It was warm there. Even for a kid as tough as him, there was no denying how nice it was to be hugged tightly. He hadn't come looking for it, but it wasn't a bad bonus.

"You know, as of today, you are technically my son."

"...yeah. I know."

"This is one of those things I needed. Someone here."

For over an hour, they relaxed like this to the tune of the television and each other's heat. Every once in a while, a commercial would come on and James would point it out as being a part of a campaign his company designed. But mostly, silence hung between them.

As the night grew on, James couldn't help but begin to explore his new son a bit. The arm around the boy's shoulder bent in to grip his shoulder at first, just squeezing it a little. Squeezing progressed to massaging, which changed into stroking the length of his arm. While Damien's eyes remained forward, James couldn't help but sneak glances to the side to watch the boy's chest rise and fall, to see his thighs rub up against each other and push that bulge out just a tantalizing inch more.

Damien didn't even seem to notice the occasional growth of his new dad's boxers. The day had been long and the soft hand at his side only relaxed him more. It wasn't until that hand followed his own arm right onto his bare thigh that Damien began to stiffen up a little. The little butterflies were stirred up again. James had abandoned his arm, sliding up almost to his armpit, then back down his side to his leg.

It was getting hard to focus on the show. James's shoulder had hooked him in a bit, pushing him onto his side. As he got pulled closer, his lazy eyes were aimed downwards for the first time. With his face pushed into the chest beside him, the now-tented boxers were apparent. As his mind drew the lines of what must have been hiding underneath it, that hand rested itself on his ass, stopping to take a gentle squeeze of the bounty to be found there.

Damien wanted to get away from this. Even though he couldn't deny liking the hand rubbing his body, he had also heard the horror stories of rape from the group home. But this was also his big chance. What would happen if he tried to stop it? Mr. Castle was going to make him the best. Maybe not if he didn't go along.

James knew the boy was starting to get the picture. No need to hold back. Fingers dipped into the back of those little white undies, grabbing a handful of boy butt. One digit slid between the cheeks, just barely touching a twitching entrance. Damien was shivering a bit, but that wouldn't last long. Unceremoniously, James pulled away the patterned boxers from a raging seven-inch circumcised cock that had been threatening to break free. How long had he waited to pull his cock out so close to a boy's dazed and confused face? Slowly, he grasped his own cock and began to jack it in front of his adopted apprentice.

Behind him, Damien's undies had been pulled away, tucked just underneath his ass cheeks. Fingers followed the length of his back to the edge of his balls and back, putting extra pressure over his little hole as it went. As enjoyable as it was to play with him, it was time to get serious.

Damien watched as the giant cock was jacked, but soon found it laying flat on the stomach before him, leaving it mere inches from his face. Light from the TV glistened at the tip. Behind his head, a voice whispered. "Go on."

The boy froze. He really didn't want to do this. And when he didn't do it right away, James's free hand grabbed his and placed it on the burning hot rod. Soft fingers pulled it straight to standing and began to jack it slowly. James grunted in response, but also adjusted his hand and his speed. Unable to do anything but watch and jack, Damien focused on his new task.

James's hand had engulfed his crotch from behind, rolling his half hard cock and balls around in their little pouch. Though he didn't want to encourage it, Damien was pushing his hips into it, getting harder by the second.

Eventually, the free hand came down and stopped Damien's hand. James pulled himself up a little more while holding the boy in place, getting that cock almost to touch his face. "Put it in your mouth."

Though the cock poked at his face, Damien resisted it. He let out a few whimpers as precum began to coat his lips. The hand that had given him the little pleasure he was getting out of it left to get a grip on his chin while the other held his cock steady. "Open," James said, the patience beginning to leave his voice.

Resigned, Damien closed his eyes and felt James open his mouth for him. His head was pulled down onto it, the spongy head sliding past his pink lips. The taste of salt hit him. He sat there for a moment, feeling the cock pulse against the roof of his mouth as James reveled in the initial heat. But it soon wore off. "Suck," he said, pushing the boy's head down farther on it.

Through trial and error, a rhythm was established. Though Damien could not go as far down as his new dad seemed to want, he was making up for it in tongue play, trying to masturbate whatever part of the cock he managed to fit. Licking and stroking the underside and head, he added his hand to jack the lower half in time.

"Good..." James whispered, returning his hand to the boy's ass. His sweet little pricklet had gone limp, tucked close to his belly. Finger and thumb took him in stride, deftly stroking him. Slowly, but surely, he teased out the boy's erection. Meanwhile, his other hand had returned to the boy's bubbly butt.

Something wet found its way to Damien's rear. It was the same finger, but it stroked his little hole in small circles, making it slippery and pliable. Between his front and his back, his little hips couldn't decide which way to push. Though his mind was working hard to stay attentive to the cock that filled his mouth, his body was shaking and twitching from all of touching.

James was loving it. The boy wasn't going to get him off too soon, even as erotic as it was to watch those blonde spikes bounce on his shaft. He had other plans for Damien. And it was quickly becoming clear to both of them as the tip of a finger wedged itself inside of the ring of muscles protecting his cherry. Damien let out a gasp from around the shaft of the cock in him and paused. James just pumped his hips up into the boy's mouth, getting him going again.

Careful not to cause him pain, James gently drove his middle finger in until his knuckle met the boy's ass. Inside, he felt like silk. Damien squirmed against the intruding object, but did not give up the cock in front of him.

"Good boy," James groaned as Damien pushed a little farther down on his dick. And so he rewarded his charge by speeding up on the little pricklet between his fingers. Even at the awkward angle his hand was at, it was getting to the kid. Huffing through his nose, Damien was climbing to new heights and learning to enjoy it. Even if he had no love for sucking cock, the reward was starting to become worth it.

In no time, Damien was being finger fucked and jacked off. He could barely keep up with James's cock and frequently had to pull off to gasp for air and whimper. Even when a second finger pushed in, the pleasure was more than the pain for the kid. James could feel him shuddering all down his body. Damien was a dream come true that James had no intention of waking up early for.

Keeping him impaled on his hand, James pulled little Damien off of him The cold air of the apartment struck his dick, instantly making him miss that warm mouth and tongue. As the boy fell back onto his back, James climbed up on all fours, kicking away his boxers as he did. Two little legs spread automatically to help the invading fingers get easy access. Wet, adult cock bumped and rubbed his rock hard little dick and shrunken sack. Damien swallowed hard and panted, feeling the intense heat of this man hovering just above him. Thinking was an impossibility, prediction inconceivable.

And then the fingers were gone. The afterglow of the sensations was fading slowly as his senses began to return. Everything felt so far away. Damien could sense that his hips were lifted up into the air. Hands were around his hips and he was pulled away from the pillows at his head. The ceiling was blurry. His shirt had ridden up.

The world came crashing back. James's cock, slicked with the boy's saliva, was centered at his entrance. Both of them let out a harmonious groan as the head broke through. Damien's back arched, feeling the sudden spike of pain in his ass. His eyes opened to the look of lust on that man's face, wholly unrecognizable from the man he met in the office. Damien's ass clamped down hard on the shaft, afriad of what would happen if it kept coming.

This was the moment James had been waiting for. His first boy fucked. It was everything he had always imagined and more. Feeling that ass tighten and squeeze around his girth just turned him on more. Getting a good grip on the bony waist, James languished in the electric waves of it. Slowly, he pulled those hips towards him to see where his new son would bottom out. Three fourths of the way down, Damien's entire body stiffened and he let out a little cry. That was the limit. As long as he didn't force it farther, they would both be fine.

"Perfect," James growled into Damien's ear as he pulled his cock almost all of the way out, then drove it back in suddenly. With each new thrust into his bowels, Damien gasped anew. He cringed and winced, but also moaned and pushed into the thrusts. As James leaned forward for extra leverage, he could feel Damien's penis, still hard, pressing into his abdomen. The boy was still turned on.

It was too hot to handle. James began to pick up the pace, pumping into the young little ass he had gotten for himself. His cock was sliding through a velvet vice grip, a pleasure that erased all thought. Instinct kicked in. Pumping progressed to longer strokes. Damien was gasping and groaning, his feet scraping at the bed sheets behind them. Even then, James's cock wanted more. Strokes becaming a pounding, accompanied by the slapping of his ass to James's stomach. He was bottoming out, driving all seven inches into Damien. Somewhere in his vision, James knew the boy's eyes were tearing up, but his groans and moans still spoke of pleasure too.

"Fuck!" James shouted as he drove his cock to the hilt into his boy. Every muscle tensed as volley after volley of cum filled Damien up. Together, their bodies shook and their joints locked up, drenched in the sweat and juices they had made. Boy and man clung to one another, connected.

James's faculties did not return to him until he felt his cock, quickly softening, slipped free of the newly stretched asshole. Damien had gone limp in every way, overwhelmed. In the soft light of the TV, his body was shining, an image of beauty James could never have bought. He had to stop for a moment to drink in the outline, from rounded belly to tiny toes. And best of all, a beautiful little package that was to be enjoyed again and again.

By the time James decided to say anything, Damien had fallen asleep. Who could blame him? There would have to be some serious conversations in the morning. Everything from where he would go to school to the importance of eliminating one's gag reflex. Who knew where this was going? James hoped for the best. Despite the fact that he had set this up mostly to satisfy a sexual urge, there was no doubt that Damien could eventually be an heir to his company. And he did intend to get this kid to the top of his game and to success in the business world.

Flicking the TV off, James laid back in bed next to his sleeping, naked son. "Well, goodnight... son?" James thought on the word a moment, asked himself if it was the right word. "Goodnight, son."