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****Scene 1: Kayla’s POV**********************

After Eric’s mother’s dramatic outburst at the revelation of her husband’s infidelity, the District Attorney Christine Barrett simply sat down informing the entire courtroom that the prosecution had no further questions for the witness.

After that Eric’s father’s defense attorney, Jack Collins stood up and began his cross-examination of Eric.

“Earlier this morning, Mr. Smith you described your father’s nature as violent and your relationship with him somewhat estranged. Is that correct?”

“Yes that is correct,” Eric said breathing heavily.

“Is it also correct that your father did everything that was required of him as your father? Is it true that he provided a roof over your head? Clothed you? Fed you? Raised you into manhood?”

“Yes he did everything that you are saying but…..but.” Eric began before being cut off by Attorney Collins.

“Thank you, Mr. Smith.” Interjected. “So you see ladies and gentleman my client did everything that a father is morally, emotionally, and legally responsible as a father.”

“I’m not trying to imply that my client is not responsible for these acts…..But I will say that Joseph Smith committed these acts under distress.” Collins declared

“Objection your honour!” the DA cried. “The defense is implying that the defendant was forced into committing two attempted murders. This is insane he wasn’t forced to do this!”

“Overruled!” Judge Reinhardt snapped. “Continue counsellor.”

“Thank you, your honour,” Collins said, smirking at the district attorney who was glaring back at him through angry eyes. “My client was forced to cover up what he did all those years ago in order to protect his family and his children from a very real threat.”

“The Chandlers are a very powerful family and they are not one to be trifled with. I know that, all of us know that, including my client.” Collins added.

“Eric earlier in the day you mentioned that your father held a grudge against the Chandler family.” Collins continued. “Could you please tell us what you know of this alleged grudge?”

“Yes,” Eric said gulping. “He thought that they had wronged him.”

“How did they wrong him? Did they ruin his life, harm his family?” Collins pressed.

“Thank you, Mr. Smith.” Interjected. “So you see ladies and gentleman my client did everything that a father is morally, emotionally, and legally responsible as a father.”

“I’m not trying to imply that my client is not responsible for these acts…..But I will say that Joseph Smith committed these acts under distress.” Collins declared

“Objection your honour!” the DA cried. “The defense is implying that the defendant was forced into committing two attempted murders. This is insane he wasn’t forced to do this!”

“Overruled!” Judge Reinhardt snapped. “Continue counsellor.”

“Thank you, your honour,” Collins said, smirking at the district attorney who was glaring back at him through angry eyes. “My client was forced to cover up what he did all those years ago in order to protect his family and his children from a very real threat.”

“The Chandlers are a very powerful family and they are not one to be trifled with. I know that, all of us know that, including my client.” Collins added.

“Eric earlier in the day you mentioned that your father held a grudge against the Chandler family.” Collins continued. “Could you please tell us what you know of this alleged grudge?”

“Yes,” Eric said gulping. “He thought that they had wronged him.”

“How did they wrong him? Did they ruin his life, harm his family?” Collins pressed.

“My father told me that long ago his family, my grandfather owned valuable land that now belongs to the Chandler family.” Eric said.

“How did this land once owned by your father’s father come to pass into the hands of the Chandlers?” Collins asked. “Surely they must have paid a substantial amount for perceived valuable land.”

“No,” Eric muttered. “My father said that they stole the land out from under my grandfather by trading him worthless land.”

By they you mean the Chandlers right?” Collins interjected.

“Yes the Chandlers.” Eric mumbled.

“The Chandlers!” Collins declared loudly. “The very family responsible for so much that goes on in this town. The intended victims were both Chandlers were they not?”

“Yes but Michael would never do something like that…….he has a good heart” Eric said trying to convince himself that Michael’s family was not responsible for his father’s depressed state. “Michaels not like his grandfather.”

“Eric you might be right in claiming that Michael Chandler was not responsible for the acts that befell your father but his grandfather Victor Chandler was definitely responsible for them.”

“Victor Chandler is a name that is both feared and respected. The very mention of his name strikes fear into the hearts of many people. Why would it not strike fear, when the man who’s name it is has more billions then Bloomberg, is supposedly more powerful than the President and just as ruthless as the next.”

“Eric was your father afraid of what Victor Chandler and the Chandler family could do?” Collins asked. “Was he living in fear of what they might do to him?”

“No, “Eric began, sounding a little confused.

“Ok then, could you tell us more about what the Chandlers did to your father? Surely Victor did far worse things than simply steal land out from under your grandfather.” Collins asked.

“No, “Eric muttered. “My father also told me that Victor Chandler was responsible for his losing his job.”

“And how exactly did this occur?” Collins pressed.

“Well a very long time ago when I was little, just a baby my father worked for one of the divisions of Chandler Industries. He worked at both the cannery and aboard their fishing fleet before being accused of stealing from the company. After that he was promptly fired.”

****Scene 2: Eric’s POV**********************

After both the prosecution and the defense had finished questioning me they allowed me to step down from that accursed witness stand. No sooner had I done this the defense called their first witness.

“The defense calls Michael Chandler to the stand.” Collins cried.

When I heard my boyfriend’s name I felt a sharp pain in my spine and all I could so no, no, no, over and over again. Because I never wanted him to lay eyes on my father ever again, because of what my father had done to him. Now he would be forced to relive that night, and all that my father had almost done to him.

Tears formed in my eyes when I saw the look upon his face, because I knew that that awful night was playing over and over again in his head.

“Good afternoon Mr. Chandler.” Collins began.

“Good afternoon,” Mike repeated.

“Can you please tell the court of your relationship with the defendant?” Collins continued. “How well did you know

“The defendant, Mr. Smith is the father of Eric Smith my boyfriend. I had seen him a few times but we didn’t really speak much…..not at all actually.” Michael replied.

Hearing Mike call me his boyfriend despite our current separated state gave me hope that there was still a future of us. If he still thought of me affectionately in his heart then I knew deep down that we would always have a place for me in his heart.

“Did my client love his family, and his children?”

“Yes,” Mike muttered. “Joe Smith, the defendant loved his children. There is no denying that. I know that he loved Eric very much but that doesn’t change what he did”

“Mr. Chandler you speak of love……..can you now speak of your grandfather, Victor Chandler and can you tell us if he is of the loving nature.”

“Yes my grandfather is loving towards his friends and towards his family…..but I don’t see what that has to do with this trial.” Mike began.

“Oh you will soon see that it has everything to do with this trial.” Collins smirked. “For you will soon see that the loving nature that your grandfather showed you was completely contrary to the ruthless nature he showed the rest of the world.”

“Objection your honour!” the District Attorney yelled out. “The defense is trying to paint the portrait of the defendant as a victim in all of this…..when I fact he is the perpetrator.”

“Overruled.” The Judge replied. “Get to the point counsellor.”

“Yes your honour.” Collins replied. “As I was saying your father, Victor Chandler has two sides, you only saw the loving and caring side but my client he saw the vengeful and ruthless side.”

“You are aware that your grandfather is a very wealthy man, are you not? You are also not unaware of the tales of your grandfather’s ruthlessness? Are you not?” Collins continued.

“Yes I am aware that my grandfather is very wealthy…..everyone in the Chandler family is. That is a well-known fact. As for my grandfather’s supposed ruthlessness he has to be when running a company….the corporate world is very cutthroat.”

“Mr. Chandler I’m not speaking of the business world, I’m instead referring to the lives that your grandfather and your family ruined. One life in particular that Victor Chandler, your loving grandfather ruined is that of Joseph Smith.”

“Your grandfather ruined the lives of Joseph Smith and his father. He made him lose his job.” Collins cried. “Then when he had done that he learned a secret about my client, and he threatened to expose this secret. He forced my client to act or risk losing his family and everything he held dear.”

“Do you deny that your grandfather led my client to take drastic actions?” Collins yelled. “Do you deny that your loving grandfather has ruined the lives of other people? With his power, with his influence, do you deny it?”

“No, I-I don’t know. I can’t,” Michael said breaking down. “No”

I watched my father’s defense attorney torment my boyfriend with his incessant questioning trying to bait him into saying his own grandfather was a monster (when in fact my father was the true monster) and I burned with anger.

Finally I could take it no more……. So I stood up. “STOP it! Stop IT!!” I cried out, stunning the entire courtroom. “Can’t you see that you’re upsetting him?”

“Michael’s grandfather isn’t the one on trial my father is….because he attempted to murder two people!”

“Order, Order, order in my courtroom!” Judge Reinhardt yelled. “Mr. Smith you will control yourself or you will be held in contempt of court.”

“Sorry your honour.” I murmured as I sat back down in my seat. In reality I wasn’t sorry, not even in the slightest; because there was no way in hell I was going to let anyone make my boyfriend feel that way. I didn’t give a damn who they were.

As I sat back down I noticed that Kayla flashed me one of those “what the hell are you doing face”. I simply smiled back at her and continued to watch the trial unfold.

A few minutes later it was the prosecution’s turn to question Michael. I hoped for their sake that I would not have to make another outburst.

“Mr. Chandler earlier today there was an outburst made by your current boyfriend. He claimed that his own father was responsible for two attempted murders. We know that one of the would-be victims were your grandfather and we know that a bullet that was meant for you ended up in your boyfriend’s chest. Could you explain how this transpired?”

“Ok on the night that Eric was shot I was at Chandler tower on my grandfather’s laptop and I found evidence that Eric’s father was having an affair. I called Eric to tell him, but it went straight to voicemail because he was in detention. I went to his house and his father was there and eventually the paper confirming his deception happened to fall out of my coat and he picked it up and read it.” Michael said.

“And that’s when he turned on me….. He pulled out a gun and he would have shot me if Eric had not showed up in the nick of time. Eric saved my life.” He sighed.

“What do you mean he saved your life?” District Attorney Christine Barrett replied. “Are we to assume that if young Eric Smith did not arrive in time we would be holding a murder trial and not an attempted murder trial? Is that correct?”

“Yes that is correct.” Michael added.

“Is there any doubt in your mind that Eric’s father would have killed you?”

“No,” Michael sighed.

“Do you hear that ladies and gentleman there is not a doubt in Michael Chandler’s mind of the murderous nature of Joseph Smith?”

“I assure you that there is not a doubt in my mind either that the defendant would have murdered his son’s boyfriend if given the opportunity. If given the opportunity he will attempt murder.” The DA added.

A whole hour passed during which time more witnesses were called and recalled and finally the trial ended, leaving the jury to deliberate. The trial ended just in time for us to make it to school in time for lunch.

****Scene 3: Jake’s POV**********************

After getting ready for school I drove to Brett’s house to pick him up for school. Neither that letter, nor even that video deterred me from my budding relationship with Brett. When he opened his front door he was standing there looking so fucking sexy that one thing led to another and soon we were upstairs in his bedroom fucking like rabbits. Thank god his parents weren’t home.

Brett thrusted his pink cock down my throat, causing him to groan loudly. Brett groaned even louder when he came. I opened my eyes for a mere second and saw him throw his head back in ecstasy as he shot a load a warm sticky cum straight down my throat.

Brett pulled his hard cock out of my mouth and I instantly wanted it to return. Very soon he granted my wish when he pressed his slippery cockhead once more against my wet lips. I allowed it to pass into my mouth, smiling when he moaned loudly.

A few seconds later he gripped me by the hair, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth as he tried to get all the pleasure out of the oral massage I was giving his cock. I slurped up the manly juices that were pouring out of Brett’s cock for what felt like a lifetime.

In time Brett began pumping his hips, thrusting back and forth as he fucked my mouth, using my throat like a substitute cunt. “Oh Yeah, fuccccck!”

As Brett began to thrust harder and faster I struggled not to gag on Brett’s cock, which was already causing me trouble to breathe. Brett is such a tiny guy that when he drops his pants and he pulls out his dick, his humongous dick he seems like little more than an appendage to that thing. It’s like he’s a fucking tripod. That huge meat monster was making me work extra hard today….

Sensing my difficulty, pulled his dick out of my mouth, allowing me the time to catch my breath and recuperate from the cock-invasion of my mouth. Even as I gagged a little, spitting out salvia mixed with precum, Brett rubbed his slippery cock against my face as it continued to leak sweet precum.

In the whole time that I had spent pleasuring Brett’s cock I had not even touched my cock, not even once. But when I looked down at it, it was throbbing hard and leaking precum. It was begging for release and I was damn sure I was going to get it.


“Brett I can’t wait anymore. I want you to fuck me.”

“Right here……..right now.” I begged.

Within seconds the roles were reversed. I was lying on my back on the bed, my ass pushed upwards and waiting to be penetrated. While Brett aimed his cock at my puckering hole……. With one masterful stroke, he thrusted his dick into my ass and I let out a huge moan.

As Brett slowly began to pound my ass I closed my eyes concentrating on the wonderful sensations of having my hole plowed by such a……… big…………..fucking……..dick. But I was always mindful to open them so that I could catch a glimpse of his thrusting torso. His tight abs……his muscular body. God Damn….

With a sound that was a scream of intense pleasure, Brett let out the orgasm that had built up in the last hour of hard fucking. I cried out in a mixture of pleasure and slight pain as I felt Brett’s cock slam into my ass, his cum rocketing into my ass. As Brett’s cock spurted out load after load of cum; his cum seeming to find its way all the way up to my stomach. The cum that could not find a place in my ass, leaked from my ass as Brett continued to plow away.
"Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Oh, Goddamn!" Brett kept moaning and muttering to himself, while he continued to thrust furiously in and out of my cock. As he thrusted I began to push back onto his cock, trying to savor every minute of our love-making until it was time to part.

After several more intense minutes of fucking I felt myself getting to the edge and by the way Brett was fucking my ass he was about to cum for the second time too. During the end of the race his hips never slowed as he hammered away at my ass; not even when his cock exploded with cum for the second time, cum flooding into my waiting ass.

The wonderful sensations caused me to lose myself and soon I simply burst. My cock rubbing up against both our stomachs, cum smearing all over both our muscular bodies.

"Oh, fuck! Shit! Goddamn! I-I-I’am Cumming, cu-cu-cummmmmmming!" I gasped, as I screamed my head off.

I was in heaven…….

****Scene 4: Narrators’ POV**********************

Jake and Brett were in such a state enjoying their hot sweaty bodies, panting and groaning as they fucked like animals that they paid no attention to the fact that they were even in that most intimate moment were being watched by a figure. An angry figure.

This person was the very one who had sent Jake the threatening letter. Now the blackmailer had more than enough information to destroy both Brett and Jake, but their relationship too. The figure watched the hot scene unfold from inside Brett’s closet, allowing the closet door to open ever so slightly so that they could see every thrust, see every clinch of Brett’s ass and most importantly to get everything on tape.

Not for one second did Brett or Jake notice that someone was watching them intently with hungry and lustful eyes. This very someone was the one who wanted to destroy their relationship. The blackmailer licked their lips intently as they watched Brett’s cock plunge in and out of Jake’s waiting ass.

Several minutes later Jake and Brett had cleaned themselves up and were walking into the school, just as lunch had started and the other guys had returned from the daunting trial. Jake had arrived at school expecting everything to be the same as before……but this day would not be the same as before…..

Not after what everyone had seen……..not after what everyone had seen him do. Not after what they had seen what he and Brett did.

Jake had noticed a couple of guys snickering when he and Brett walked by, but he had paid it no mind. That was until he passed more people and the snickering continued. He thought to himself that surely something very hilarious must have happed just before lunch to have the whole school in such an uproar.

But then he realized that the snickering followed him and Brett wherever they walked. They walked over to where Kayla and Mike were standing, but that was when a simple-minded twig made the mistake of calling Jake a faggot under his breath.

The poor fool had uttered the words because he had heard it whispered throughout the hall in passing, but his words were loud enough for Jake to hear. The twerp tried to laugh it off, but unfortunately for him Jake was in no laughing mood.

“What the FUCK did you just say?” Jake yelled out.

“Um…uhhh…..I-I don’t know.” The boy stammered, he was utterly scared shitless and unable to even move as he looked into Jake’s enflamed eyes, that bright red face staring back at him. “Jake I-I didn’t even mean anything by it.”

“I-I was….” The boy began to speak, but before he could even finish his words, Jake’s hard fist had made contact with his face, sending him crashing into one of the nearby lockers. Everyone in the halls were left standing there their eyes glued to the scene and their mouths gaped open.

Even Kayla’s mouth was open but not for the same reason. She was stunned by what she had glimpsed on her phone. It was a video…….not just any video….but the video of Jake fucking Brett in that Barn. Once she realized what it was that she was watching she immediately looked away because she considered Jake to be like a brother and to see him like that was disturbing to say the least.

“What the fuck is that jerk’s problem?” Jake asked nonchalantly.

“I think he was talking about this.” Kayla answered, as she held her phone up to Jake. That video the blackmailer had sent still playing on her phone….

Michael was shocked, Brett was shocked, Kevin was shocked, and if Eric had been there at that moment he would have been shocked too. But none of them were more shocked then Jake. He was so shocked that all he could say was….. “What the fuck?”

STAY Tuned…………………………………

 

Mike

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