Steven Bullmer was a
genius. There is no doubt about that at
all. From his very earliest moments of
sentience, his eyes and his actions indicated this was one very
different little boy. His father,
Steven Bullmer II, was one of the world's richest men but few had even heard of
his name. He liked his privacy and his
estate, in the back woods of New York State, in a very private valley to which
only he had access, had very few visitors.
Once it became apparent that little Steven III was a very bright child,
his father decided that he would have a private education with only the very best tutors and trainers to nurture and develop the
boy's mind and body.
As he grew and acquired
knowledge at an incredible rate, another trait emerged: Whatever he did, he did
with a single-minded application. Only
the best was ever a good enough result for him and he applied his mind and his
body to it until he knew he could do no better.
This applied to his physical pursuits as much as those that required his
brain. The dictum, a healthy mind in
a healthy body was a very real principle in the Bullmer household and young
Steven became as good an athlete as he was a scholar. He was of Olympic class in fencing, gymnastics and equestrian events. He was very fast on
the track and skilful on the tennis court.
He was also an accomplished dancer and, if he had pursued that line,
could have made a top-class male ballet star.
He was very good-looking. He had fine, silvery hair and very clear and bright blue eyes. His skin was perfect and his physique that of
an athlete. There wasn't
an ounce of fat on his supremely fit body.
The first eighteen years of his
life were devoted to his education and physical development. There was no time for play or parties or
social intercourse of any kind except that with his parents and his
tutors. He left the estate rarely,
preferring to remain at home and apply himself to some new exercise his tutors
had set for him. This was his own choice
although his parents didn't really make a serious
effort to round his education by making him mix with people of his own
age. They were inordinately proud of him
and his achievements although seldom spoke of them-such was the nature of his
father's almost paranoiac obsession with privacy.
At eighteen, his father began
to involve him in his business affairs.
These were not in the nature of board meetings and management
strategies. Steven Bullmer's fortune was
in other people's companies. There was
no Bullmer Inc and the family name figured nowhere in the stocks and share
listings in the big exchanges of the nation.
His genius had been to know what to buy and what to sell-and when, and
he had built the modest fortune his father had left him into a portfolio whose
worth rivalled that of Bill Gates. Not
quite as much perhaps, but not far short.
He could buy and sell small countries-if he wished. He didn't. He treasured his privacy above all else and
the few secretaries who worked in the small suite of offices in his mansion at
the head of the valley was all he required.
Now, he began to teach his son those same skills he had been blessed
with or acquired.
Young Steven was as quick in
this regard as he was in everything else and his quick appreciation of what his
father was teaching him made the older man very proud. The family fortune began to grow at an even
faster rate but still they kept to themselves.
Neither Steven II, his wife or son were very
interested in the outside world.
Keeping fit, making money and enjoying their
beautiful home was enough. It was thus a
double tragedy when, six years later, the helicopter that was taking Steven II
and his wife to New York City for some medical tests for Mrs Bullmer, developed
engine trouble and crashed, killing all occupants outright.
Steven grieved but then he
picked up his life and went on as before, now the sole owner of an enormous
portfolio of stocks and shares. He was
happy enough in his own company and that of his servants and secretaries but
then he thought of the future. There had
to be an heir. He would need a wife.
With this, as with every other
pursuit, he attacked the problem with his customary dedication. He wasn't a snob. The word had no meaning for one as rich as he
was and even more particularly, for one who had lived a virtual solitary
existence all his young life. Family
background was therefore not a consideration.
Intelligence, good appearance and genes
were. He didn't
delegate this task. He went looking
himself.
That's precisely what he did... Went looking.
To him it was quite logical. He
needed a wife so he went looking for one.
The concept of love was quite foreign to him. He had loved his mother and his father and he
liked their servants but the idea of physical, sexual love was quite alien to
him. It had never figured in his
education-he had been far too busy studying economics, physics, literature, et
al, to waste time on such frippery.
Of course as he approached and passed through puberty, his body
changed. He knew the physical reasons
behind this but he buried the emotional changes under an even harder
workload. He never actively masturbated
and the involuntary night-time emissions he passed off as an unwelcome but
inevitable by-product of his body's development. The idea that he might derive
pleasure-physical pleasure-from a woman's body was as far from his mind as,
say, attending a party.
He went to New York as a
sufficiently concentrated centre of humanity and there observed people for the
first time in his life. He was just
twenty-four years old and had never attended a party, gone to the beach for a
picnic or a drive through the hills. He
had never had to interact with other people on a social level and indeed found
the bustling pavements most distasteful.
He also thought the vast majority of the
bustling people he saw on the streets quite horrible. Very few Americans eat properly or exercise
enough and after their middle twenties, it shows. Their skins are no longer clear and their
bodies become gross, their carriage ungainly and their minds clouded. How to find a suitable wife in this
hotchpotch of people, he wondered. As
with everything he did, he approached this problem with his customary
single-mindedness.
He wanted someone with
intelligence, beauty and athleticism. What better place to look than in the universities? There would be the concentration of the best
young minds and, having once established a girl's intelligence, the other
requirements were then easy enough to test.
He didn't arrive in a limousine. Pomp and show were not the family style. He took a taxi and then wandered the campus,
seeking out a girl who fitted his basic criteria. He sat in their cafeterias and listened to
conversations; he shamelessly eavesdropped on small groups sitting on the lawns
and in the libraries and then, having made appropriate mental notes, went back
to his hotel room and, using his highly sophisticated lap-top and his highly
developed computer skills, hacked his way into the university records to
establish what he already knew about the various targets.
In this way he narrowed his
selections down then checked out their sporting and athletic prowess. He already knew they were good looking and
possessed of fine bodies; he wouldn't have considered
them if they hadn't. It remained to
check out their physical achievements.
Love, compatibility and even their sexual likes and dislikes didn't occur to him.
He scarcely knew these things existed anyway, but even if he had, he
would have dismissed them as irrelevant. He wanted a wife. Someone capable of bearing his heir and that
was it.
He found a
number of girls he deemed suitable and approached them-and was quite
shocked to find them not interested.
Didn't these girls want to become wives and mothers? He didn't tell them
of his wealth, of course. That was quite
irrelevant so far as he was concerned.
He knew he was one of the world's richest men but his riches were there
to be built on, not used or to be considered as a reason to marry someone. For someone as bright as he was, he really
was very naïve.
Eventually he found someone who
at least evinced an interest. Amanda
Brown was perfect physically. She was
tall and very athletic, being a track star of some note. She was also very
attractive. She was also blonde
but her hair was curly and gold to Steven's fine silvery mop. Her skin was as good as his, though, and her
body, while curvaceous, was slim, taut and
terrific. Her belly was flat and
slightly muscular; her thighs showed not the slightest fat and were slim
although well-muscled. She had broad
shoulders and a slender waist. Her
buttocks were trim and also nicely muscled.
He asked her to go out with him
and took her to a good, although not top restaurant. There he explained his problem.
She looked at him
incredulously. "You mean you've come
here to New York seeking a bride?" she expostulated.
He looked back at her,
puzzlement very clear on his handsome face. "Is that so strange?"
"It's weird," she said. "People fall in love. They don't go looking for partners."
"Oh. But I haven't had the opportunity..." He went
on to explain a little of his background.
Not the wealth but the way he had been brought up and she softened, her
beautiful face melting into a mixture of pity and incredulity that anyone could
be so heartless as his parents had obviously been-particularly towards someone
as handsome and as well set-up physically as this young man.
She decided to see what came of
this strange encounter and although his conversation was stilted to say the
least-he had never had to make small talk in his life, she was expert at
bringing people out and she decided this Steven Bullmer was an intriguing
person. They didn't
make love. Not that first date. She kissed him and he found it a most
strange-but enticing act, stirring him in his loins as he had never been
stirred before. He decided he wanted to
see her body but he knew enough not to try to push that point too far-not yet.
In fact he decided to let her
lead the way-for now. She did. Having decided this young man was a catch and
a half-without knowing he was one of the richest men in the world, she set out
to snare him. It wasn't
a good decision. She had no idea of the
enormity of his raw intelligence or of his twisted understanding of the
world. To him, a wife was a possession
much the same as his shares or his house, or perhaps more appropriately one of
his secretaries. There might, as he was
now discovering, be a modicum of effort required to catch the girl but once in
his trap, she was his-to produce his children.
She had to do as he wished. Once
married to him, she would have no separate existence of her own-just as his
mother had been an extension of his father, so now would his new wife be... This was his logic and his understanding of
such matters but he didn't bother to discuss them with
Amanda. He simply presumed that was the
way all marriages were and that she would therefore already know of this.
They made love of course. She persuaded him that it was perfectly normal
these days and was in fact a sort of compatibility test. He was quite agreeable but had no idea how to
proceed. She therefore slowly and
sensuously undressed him and then herself while he looked on in amazement-and a
growing lust as her lovely and so athletic body was slowly revealed to
him. After that, nature just took its
course and while she tried to make him slow down, he couldn't. Not then.
But he was an extraordinarily virile young man and this was his first
ever sexual encounter. He hadn't even masturbated himself. Accordingly, he was able to perform three
more times-to her astonishment - and the fourth, although requiring a break of
some fifteen minutes, was nearly as powerful as the first.
He courted her assiduously
after that and it took only another three weeks before they were married. It was not a society affair. Steven had no time for that and Amanda still
had no idea she was marrying a billionaire of the first class. There were just her parents and relatives and
a few friends. Steven wasn't
really into even the wedding breakfast but as soon as he had decided to marry
he had researched the customs and went along with it.
Now, he also researched sex-in
all its permutations, devoting his whole energies to the theory and practice of
the art. As a result, his performance
increased geometrically. From the crass
tyro of that first encounter, he rapidly became skilled in controlling his own
emotions and his bodily reactions to them.
Amanda was both astounded-and ecstatic about the change. She had delighted in his body from the first
moment she saw him nude. The
near-perfect physique; the finely wrought muscles and clear skin; the grace of
his movements; and the size of his accoutrements ... Now, as he used his physical and mental
attributes to consummate his sexual skills, she found herself even more
attracted to him.
For his part, she was still
merely a means to an end. A quite
attractive female human who gave him some pleasure with her body; but which
body was really for one purpose and one purpose only: the means of providing
him with an heir. His efforts to make
himself a more than competent sexual partner had to do more with his standard
procedure of attaining perfection in everything he did that in satisfying her
(to him) animal urges. He had that rare
(and not attractive) ability of being able to stand apart from himself and
observe his actions. He found this new
sexual act physically pleasurable but mentally or rather emotionally, quite
distasteful. He decided, without
informing Amanda of his decision, that once she was pregnant, he would not
indulge himself again. She would have
been appalled and would have run a mile.
Sex, to her, was an essential part of her make-up. She had indulged, not promiscuously, but
healthily with her boyfriends, all of whom were athletes like herself and who
wanted a lot of sex-as she did. She had
found Steven's newfound skill in this area wonderful and assumed he enjoyed it
as much as she did.
He had told her he lived alone
on an isolated estate but she had just assumed there would be the usual round
of dinner parties and the like. She
could have had no conception of his way of life-it was truly bizarre. She was at once taken with the house. It was built in an Elizabethan style and was
set in acres of sweeping lawns, with trees, shrubberies and flower beds dotted
here and there seemingly at random but actually in a
carefully planned layout. There were
ponds and an artificial stream that babbled down and round and through the
shrubberies. She was welcomed by the
servants. But even here, she had no idea
of the devotion they held towards their master.
He was everything to them; she was merely an adjunct to him.
At first all was well. She settled into her new role as mistress of
the house unaware, at least for a while, that her orders, while received with
perfect courtesy, were not really being followed. When she complained to Steven, he smiled and
said the servants knew the way he liked his house to run and she should leave
it to them...
Sexually, he was all
attention. Every night he was
dutiful-and very competent. She still didn't realise he had not even a microgram of love towards
her. But when she realised there were
going to be no parties; no visits; not even drives around the countryside-at
least with him, she began to wonder what she had let herself in for. She took to wandering about the gardens. They were really superb
and very extensive. Acres of them. Brilliant green lawns, stately trees,
magnificent shrubberies and flower beds that, at least
in the spring and summer, were a riot of carefully planned colour.
There were three gardeners to
take care of this magnificence. John
Dodds was the head gardener and he had been looking after and developing these
sweeping lawns and the rest for Steven's father for twenty years. He had two assistants. One, Michael, had been with him for the last
five years and there had been another but for family reasons he had left six
months ago and another apprentice had been put on. This boy, Peter Williams, was just nineteen
years old, had dark curly hair, was good-looking and possessed of a very
muscular body. He was proud of it and
whenever the weather permitted, went about in only a pair of ultra-brief cut-offs
that displayed his lithe athleticism very well.
The other garden and house staff liked him for his cheeky humour and
actively encouraged his ostentatious exhibitionism since all secretly admired
his body and were not at all put out by his extravagant displays of its
muscles.
It took but three weeks for her
to fall pregnant and another month to realise it. When she proudly announced it, Steven
congratulated her but then his sexual attentions ceased. "I can still make love, Steven," she
said. "Only at the last stages will that
be unwise ..."
"We cannot chance you taking
the slightest risk, my dear," he said.
And that was that. Nothing she
could do or say would budge him.
By now of course, she knew he
spent hours in his suite of offices and was beginning to understand he
controlled vast resources. How big they
were, she didn't know but they were big-she understood
that. She was thus alone for much of the
day without anything to do. He had a
well-equipped gymnasium at the back of the house and she spent some hours of
every day there, toning her fabulous body.
She also spent some hours in the huge library since she had an active
mind and the library's contents covered many subjects. She no longer bothered trying to run the
house. It was pointless since the
servants listened politely, agreed with her-and then went and did their own
thing, perhaps following orders long ago laid down by Steven II or his wife.
The rest of the time she spent
out in the garden-and this was what led to her undoing. She, as much as everyone else in the house (with the possible exception of her husband) delighted in
Peter's body. To this point, she had had
no more than a passing admiration for it-and him; but now, as sexual
frustration began to set in and her own ministrations gave so little relief,
she began to look upon him as a sexual object: as something to figure in her
dreams and she began to wonder what sort of sexual equipment he possessed. If the bulge in his too tight, too brief
shorts was anything to go by, he was exceedingly well blessed.
She took to seeking out his
whereabouts and having a chair brought out so she could sit and (ostensibly)
read nearby but her eyes were constantly lifting from the book to watch as the
muscles of his arms, shoulders and back rippled as he weeded, dug, raked or
whatever. He was at first pleased to
have her close for she was a beautiful lady and her body was quite
something. But then, as he realised she
was perving on him, he began to worry.
He mentioned his worries to John.
"I've noticed, Pete. Something's
wrong. You better be very
careful, boy. Our master is
wonderful to us but he doesn't understand women. You watch yourself, eh?"
This advice was of little help
to the handsome young man. He knew it
himself but when he took to wearing a shirt and jeans to cover more of his
body, she looked so disappointed and in fact asked why he had changed his
clothing. He was at a loss to
answer. Anyway, when she asked him to,
he went back to his former attire, now more worried than before.
Things went from bad to worse,
however. As the summer came on, she
began to shed more and more of her own clothing, revealing her more than
sensuous body to his eyes. The bikini
tops became smaller as did the tiny triangles at her loins. She took to getting up and removing article
after article of her outer clothes in full view of him, piece by piece, as if
seeking relief from the heat but in fact trying to tease him into reacting.
He didn't
dare mention his worries to her, or now, even to John. He was becoming infatuated with her and even
more, with her body. She tanned it
lightly in a machine in the gymnasium-all over.
And since Steven had asked her to, had had her sex permanently depilated
by electrolysis. He had had his own body
treated years ago, believing body hair detracted from the perfection of the
human form. She was thus tanned a light
honey-gold-all over. As her bikinis
became briefer and briefer, he stared goggle-eyed at her body in all its
magnificent suppleness and perfect shape. Her muscles were apparent, but not too much
so. Her waist was very slender and her
belly flat. Her breasts were full but
not too big and her thighs a perfect shape.
Her golden curls set off her lovely face to a tee. In short she was as lovely as Steven was
handsome and Peter was stricken.
He gave up resisting her now
obvious blandishments sometime in the second month after she laid out her
charms to him. Not that he wanted to be
disloyal to his employer but just that he no longer had the strength to resist. She looked so forlorn and her body so
enticing, he simply couldn't resist any more. And so, when she stood up and moved over to
him as he was raking a garden bed, then put her hands up on his muscular
shoulders, he turned to her and fell into her arms. They were in a corner of the garden hidden
from the house by the shrubberies and in three seconds, her bikini top was off
and his hands were feeling her lovely breasts.
In another few minutes, she had pushed the pants down off his lean hips
and was examining his genitals, very pleasantly surprised by their size and now
their virility. Her own tiny scrap of
cloth quickly followed his and they were standing together, his hardness inside
her and his body thrusting powerfully in and out of her so naked quim.