Finding Ford

"Dad, I think I've found Ford. Well, not found him but I've pinpointed where he might be," I said.

"Where?" Dad asked.

"L.A."

"L.A.? What would he be doing in LA?"

"I'm going to go find him," I said, and as I feared, it sounded like I was evading his question.

"You dodged my question," he said. "You know what he's doing out there?"

"You're not gonna like it," I said.

"I don't like that he disappeared," he said, sounding short.

I took a deep breath. How do you tell your dad that his youngest son is a porn star? "He's working in the porn industry," I blurted.

He scowled, rearing back in a double take. "The porn industry? How do you know that?"

"I could show you, Dad, but I'd rather not."

"And I would rather your little brother not be missing," he said, sounding angry now. "If you've got any kind of proof of this, I want to see it."

I went up to my room and got the video box that I'd found at the adult video store. It was difficult to go back down and face the man. "This isn't exactly my proudest moment, either, admitting that I frequent the adult video stores, but....well, I found this." I handed him the box.

"My Goddd!" he gasped. He studied the glossy photo on the front then turned it over to look at the back. There was my younger brother pictured on both sides, posing naked with another boy just as handsome and built, both proudly displaying their fluffed up oversized cocks with big smiles. "Geezusss! Why the hell would he be doing this?"

"I don't know. The money, I suppose."

"He can't need money this bad. Hell, why didn't he come to me?" he said. He looked at the box again. "Well, I see he hasn't exactly used his real name....Dayton Ford." Ford was his first name, not his last; he had assumed the name Dayton. "Have you seen this?" Dad asked, holding the box out to me.

"No, I bought the empty box from the video store," I said. "I'm going out there."

"Not by yourself, you're not," Dad said.

"Dad, you've got work.....?"

"And you don't have school?" he cut in.

"Dad, you don't really want to do this," I begged. "And Ford having to face you....."

"Ford damn well needs to face me," he cut in rather angrily. "Tell you what, you don't argue with me and I won't argue with you. Now, let's get packed."

That evening we were on a plane to L.A. It was a rather quiet flight. My dad didn't say much, leaving me to wonder what was going on in his head; certainly to rescue his youngest son, but what else? I had no idea how we would find Ford, or get him out of LA, and I doubted he did either; no plan, I mean, only that we would do it, no matter what. He was that kind of man, and for better or worse, I was his son.

We got a cab from the airport and checked into a hotel. Dad was ready to hit the streets, as he put it, but that wasn't a viable plan in my mind, especially at that wee hour of the morning, and I convinced him that we should get some sleep and start fresh the next morning, hopefully with clearer heads and a plan.

Next morning we showered and shaved and dressed casually in jeans and T-shirts and work boots that we were comfortable in, and baseball caps. I had to marvel again at how great my dad looked; what great physical shape he was in. He looked more like my older brother than my father. We headed out for breakfast; which we found in a small café near our hotel.

"Okay, is your head any clearer this morning? Do you have any idea how we're going to go about this?" dad asked as we were sipping coffee and waiting on our order to be brought to us.

"Well, for starters......," I took out the piece of the video box that I had cut out with the address of the company.

"Well, you're thinking farther ahead than I am," he said.

"Not that far," I said. "I haven't a clue how to proceed once we find the place."

"We'll play it by ear," he said.

"I've been wondering....do you think we should call the police?" I asked.

"No," he replied emphatically. "There would be a trial, with all kinds of publicity. God only knows when we would get back home. No, we'll take care of it ourselves, in our own way."

When we had eaten and I was paying the bill, I asked to see the phone directory. Not that I really expected to find my brother listed, but it was a place to start. I didn't find him. I handed the piece of the video box to the waitress at the cash register and asked her if she had any idea where the place might be. She had a tight, knowing smile as she handed it back to me.

"You and your brother going to try to break into the business?" she asked as she looked us up and down.

"Yeah, something like that," I said.

"Well, you ought to go over real big. Okay, you could ride the subway, but the best way to get there is to get a cab," she said, handing the piece of cardboard back to me.

"Thanks," I said.

"Good luck," she said.

"Brother?" Dad muttered under his breath as we were leaving. I laughed.

So we took a cab. It was an expensive ride, but as we soon found out, LA was an expensive city. We were dropped off in front of a small restaurant in an area that could only be described as a neighborhood. I checked the address and looked all around but I didn't see any sign of Younger Studios. I didn't even see the address.

"Maybe he dropped us at the wrong place," dad said. "I wouldn't put it past him."

"I'll ask around," I said. I went inside and asked one of the waiters in the restaurant. He directed me down the block, said to turn into the alley; there was a bronze plaque on the door. I didn't know about going down strange alleys in Los Angeles, but it was daylight and we were together and we were both in good shape. And my dad had spent six years in the Marines; I figured we could handle ourselves.

Surprisingly, the alley was very clean and neat; bricked, with no sign of trash or homeless people. About half way down the alley we came to the bronze plaque. I tried the door and it opened into a small vestibule with a dark hallway leading off to the right. The floor and half way up the walls were made of gleaming, solid steel plating, like on a warehouse dock. We went down the hallway till we came to another door that opened up into an office, also of the same steel décor. A young man was standing at file cabinet, his muscular arms and chest bulging against his shirt. He turned when he heard the door, then glanced at the clock on the wall.

"You're early. But that's okay. Better prompt than late. Brock hates guys being late."

I didn't have a clue what he was talking about but I quickly processed the situation; he thought we were there to work.

"I'll get Brock. You guys can go ahead and strip down," he said.

Dad and I looked at each other.

"He thinks we're here to......," Dad started.

"Yeah. And I'm thinking we'd better go along with it, at least for now," I said.

"Go along with what?"

"Well, I don't think we should come right out and ask if Dayton Ford works here. He thinks we're here for an interview or a screen test, or something. We can find out more if we play along," I said as I bent down to unlace my boots. I could see that Dad was still hesitant. "Come on, Dad, it won't be the first time we've seen each other naked," I said. "Hell, Dad, you were in the Marines."

"I don't know, Son, if we should be doing this," he said quietly.

"We can't just leave now, it will arouse suspicions and we'll never find out anything. We have to go along with it so they'll trust us. And besides, it's not like you've got anything to be ashamed of," I said as I was already stepping out of my boots and pulling my T-shirt off over my head.

"Maybe we should go to the police," he said.

"Like you said, that would only muddle things up," I as I pulled off my boots.

Dad heaved a sigh. "Okay, you're right. But what if they actually hire us?" he said as he squatted down to unlace his boots.

"Like you said, we'll play it by ear," I said.

Just then the guy came back with a stocky-built guy about thirty five, with dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He wore a black T-shirt that he was bursting out of too.

"Guys, this is Brock," he said. "And you two would be? I failed to write down your names when you called."

"Shep Garrison," I said, putting out my free hand, my other hand holding up my pants. I left dad to make up his own name.

"Greg Garrison," Dad said, also putting out his hand.

The guy named Brock shook our hands but didn't say anything as he looked us over. I shoved my jeans down and pulled them off and stood in my shorts. Brock and his associate were looking at us with appreciation, and waiting for my dad to finish stripping. I waited, too; I wanted them to get a good look at him. He was older than most porn stars, but he was a good looking guy and he was very well built. I thought they would be impressed.

"So, you're both Garrisons; are you guys brothers?" Brock asked with a cocked brow, as dad pulled off his jeans.

"Actually, no, he's my dad," I said, without hesitation, and immediately thought I shouldn't have blurted it out like that, from the irritated look on my dad's face. But it was too late, and it turned out to be the best.

"No fuckin' shit!" Brock exclaimed with a wide smile. "He's your son?"

"For twenty-three years now," Dad replied smartly, much to my relief.

Brock was really looking us over now, with renewed interest.

"I've had a lot of guys walk in here pretending to be father and son, but there was no way they could pull it off. You guys....hell, you gotta be on the level, you look too much alike. Fuck, this is great," he said to his assistant. Then he turned back to us. "How about losing the shorts, show me what we've got to work with."

Without hesitation, I took the lead and we peeled our shorts down at about the same time, and straightened at the same time. Strangely, I was never more proud of my dad, or of being his son, as we stood there together, naked in front of the two strangers. It wasn't the first time I'd noticed how hot he was, and I was proud of the way the two men were looking at him, actually, more than me.

"Damn!" Brock swore as he eyed my dad. Then he looked at me. "Looks like you got your dad's genes," he said, as he walked around us. "Damned great asses, too." He turned to his assistant. "Adam, go tell Rick to get set up, I want a screen test." He smacked us on the butts. "Not that you need one with those asses, but it's policy."

Dad jumped when Brock smacked his ass and I thought he might deck him but he kept his cool. I didn't know what a screen test in the porn industry consisted of but I was suddenly very uneasy for my dad.

"By the way, isn't this the studio where Dayton Ford works?" I asked.

"Yeah, he's a Younger Studios exclusive. You a big fan of Dayton's?" Brock asked with a knowing smile.

"Yeah, probably his biggest fan. I would really like to meet him."

"He's not working today. You can meet him later," Brock said. "Better yet, how would you like to work with him?"

"Oh, man, that'd be great!" I said excitedly. "Would that be possible? I mean, to get to work with a super star like him......"

"Well, just breaking into the game you wouldn't have a starring role or anything, but I could work you in as extras.

And hey, appearing in a film with Dayton Ford is the best exposure you can get."

Adam popped his head in the door and said, "Rick's set up."

"Let's go see how the camera likes you," Brock said.

We followed Brock and Adam into a small studio with various backdrops hanging from the ceiling, and cameras and all kinds of lighting equipment that Rick was messing with. He glanced around when he saw us all come in.

"You guys brothers?" he asked us with keen interest.

"Got a real nice surprise for you, Rick," Brock said. "This is Shep and Greg Garrison. They're dad and son."

"No shit! Fuckin' great! So, let's get started."

Rick took me first and posed me in front of a white backdrop. I felt rather awkward taking the poses he directed me to but he said I was doing fine. Then he took Dad. I was surprised how he seemed to take to it, moving from one pose to another as Rick directed him.

"Are you sure you haven't done this before, Greg?" Rick asked him.

"I don't even like having my picture taken," Dad said.

"Your dad is a natural," Rick said to me with a smile. "Shep, you wanta move in here with your dad now."

I didn't feel quite as much at ease as I thought dad was. When we tended to stand too far apart, Rick urged us closer together; and closer, till our bodies were touching.

"You need to get over being so shy with each other, you're going to be doing a lot more than just posing and touching," Brock said. "Don't get me wrong, you're both doing great, you've got great bodies, and fuck, those cocks....but you need to try to be more relaxed."

In the back of my mind I wondered how far the 'interview' would go, and I began to try to decide how I should handle it. And I would have to handle it if things went too far with my dad, or somebody would be lying on the floor with a broken nose, or worse. I was working on an idea when Rick came in and positioned us with me behind my dad, and moved us right up against each other, so I was sort of spooning him from the side. I felt dad tighten up at the touch of my manhood against his right butt cheek.

Please, please, don't get hard, I prayed silently. Which was dumb, because by now I pretty much felt that getting hard was only the beginning. What would my dad do if they asked us to actually have sex together? I knew he would do anything to find Ford--he'd said we were going to pull out all the stops--but that?

"When do you think we'll get to meet Dayton Ford?" I asked. I wanted to see just how close we were to finding him.

"If this goes well....and it is so far....tomorrow," Brock said. "He will be here for a shoot and I'm thinking I might just have the script changed to include the both of you."

"Man, that would be great!" I exclaimed.

I saw Brock look at his watch.

"Rick, from where I stand this screen test is a mere formality. We've got a few minutes, let's shoot a few scenes while we're waiting; put 'em into some action," Brock said.

"I knew you were going to say that," Rick said, laughing. "Why don't we do some action clips that we can edit into the film?"

"You knew I was going to say that too," Brock said.

Adam pushed back two huge sliding doors that opened up into a studio set. It was the interior of a barn, with bales of straw stacked around, and loose straw strewn on the floor, and large feed barrels and pitchforks and other farm tools. There was also a horse stable with horse blankets draped over the boards, and a saddle and bridle hanging from pegs in the wall. The place even had the smell of a barn. I didn't know how they did that but it certainly added to the atmosphere.

"We're going to dispense with the costumes, you guys look great just like you are," Rick said as he began turning on lights and focusing cameras on large tripods. "We'll backtrack and add the costumes later." Then he took one of the horse blankets and spread it across some straw bales.

Oh God, I thought, it's coming. They're going to ask us to have sex. I watched dad closely. I didn't think he fully grasped the situation and I was still not sure he would go through with it. I was more sure he would not; I was even more sure that he would walk out and find another way to find Ford. But we were so close....tomorrow.....

I froze inside at what Rick said next.

"Okay, Shep, why don't you go lay back on the blanket, and Dad, you go over and get on your knees and give your boy some head, get him warmed up for the main event."

I wanted to die. I looked at Dad, not sure that he even understood what giving head meant. And if he did, Godd, I could see him tearing into somebody. I couldn't let him do it. It absolutely wasn't in his makeup--I doubted if he'd ever had a gay thought in his entire life. I had to act quickly before he blew our cover.

"Excuse me but....I mean, I don't wanta tell you how to do your job but....well, would it be okay if we reversed roles?" I asked. I managed a side glance at Dad and was relieved that he didn't look surprised; I still didn't think he fully understood enough to be angry or surprised.

"Hey, it don't matter to us," Brock said. "Roles are going to be reversed anyway. Okay, Dad, you stretch out on the blanket."

I looked at Dad with my pleading eyes telling him to take directions and assume his position on the blanket. He gave me a look of uncertainty, but trust, and walked over to the stack of bales but he didn't lie down.

"Just lay back," Rick said. "Let your legs hang over the bales of straw."

He lay back on the blanket with one leg slung over the stack, his big cock lying against his thigh, hanging over his heavy balls. I felt myself getting excited, and tried to keep it under control. I was just as nervous, even scared, I sure as hell didn't want to pop a total boner and appear too anxious. I wasn't sure how this was going to go down when my father fully grasped that I was going to go down on him. He might tear into me as well as the others. I reminded myself not to be too eager. It had to look like I didn't have any choice; it was simply something I had to do in order for us to find my brother. I knew I would get hard, but we would talk about that later.

I went over to the bales and instead of going directly to my knees I leaned up over him, like I was going to kiss him. I didn't of course; it was only to get close enough to speak to him. "Let me do this, Dad. We're close....tomorrow."

I thought he knew now, what was about to happen. How could he not? I was going to go down on him; his own son was going to suck his cock. He didn't. He thought we were still just posing. I knelt down between his legs and ran my hands up his massive, hairy thighs while the still cameras zinged. He didn't offer any kind of protest till my hands were in his crotch and I took hold of his cock. I didn't hesitate. I didn't dare. I needed to strike while the iron was hot, before he fully grasped the situation. Please, please let me do this, I prayed as I leaned in and sucked his thick rubber cock into my mouth. That's when I got a reaction.

"Whoa! What the hell!" he yelled as he grabbed my shoulders to push me away.

"Please, Dad, let me do this," I begged as I struggled against him.

"Hey, I love it, the shock effect," one of the men in an off state whisper. "These guys are going to be great. Hell, they don't even have a script."

I quickly picked up on that and created my own script. "Just this once, Dad. Please, we've come this far," I begged but he knew I wasn't acting. The others thought I was but he knew what I was doing and he let his guard down to go along with me. His grip on my shoulders weakened and I took his cock in my mouth. I tried not to be too good at it. It took me a moment to get him hard; he was no doubt repulsed. But despite everything, his cock had a mind of its own and he was soon throbbing hard in my mouth. I began sucking him in earnest and he responded with tiny moans of pleasure.

"Raise up so we can see his cock," Brock said.

I rose up and held his cock upright for the camera.

"Damn, Dad, you're a star already," one of them said. "Let's see yours, now, Shep."

I moved my leg to reveal my hardon.

"Yes, no doubt, you are your father's son. So, go back to what you were doing."

I went back down on him, trying not to appear too eager.

"Greg, show a little more enthusiasm," Rick said. Put your hands on your son's head and shoulders. Hump your cock up into his mouth. Let him know you like it."

Much as he hated it I didn't think it was all that hard for him to respond. I sucked him lovingly, not just for the cameras but partly because he was my dad. I didn't deep throat him though; I didn't want him to know I was that experienced. After a few minutes of it, Rick told us to break; he wanted to film us fucking. I froze with panic but Brock saved the day.

"Naw, let 'em finish, we'll get to the fucking tomorrow, with Ford. I wanta see them cum," Brock said.

"Alright, we go for the money shots," Rick said. "Okay, go back down on him and get him off. Greg, let him know when you're getting close and at the crucial moment, Shep, you pull off and let him cum on your face, but get some in your mouth to swallow, then go back down on him and drain him and clean his cock good."

I followed the instructions to the letter. It wasn't difficult; I wanted to do it. My dad couldn't have known it but Godd, this was a fantasy come to life for me. I'd wanted to do it for such a long time. I had to fight to keep from moaning with the pleasure that was building up inside me. I sucked him for several more minutes. I even ducked down and sucked his balls and licked at the crack of his ass but he didn't relax or spreads his legs for me so I didn't push that envelope. I'm not sure he would've allowed me to rim him, even for Ford. When he warned me that he was getting close I reared back a little and licked and sucked and licked till he started cumming. The stuff shot out like a canon being fired, blasting my face with thick ropes of cum. I aimed his cock to get a couple of spurts in my mouth then let him whitewash my face and neck. I was a mess. The guys applauded.

"Great! Now clean his cock," Rick said.

I spent a long moment sucking and cleaning and draining his cock, till they told me I could stop. Then I shoved myself to my feet and put my hand down to pull my dad up. I will never forget the look of surprise on his face. I tried to avoid the pained, confused look that followed when I pulled him to his feet and I couldn't allow our eyes to meet.

"Fuck, can the screen test, we're going straight to the action," Brock said. "And have the script rewritten to encompass this scene and add a fuck scene. You can bring Dayton up to speed when he gets here tomorrow. Okay, guys, there's a shower back there if you want to use it, and we'll see you at ten in the morning."

We showered and dried off quickly and silently. Dad was quiet as we were getting dressed. We hadn't called a cab and when we left the studio we were just walking. I couldn't find the courage to speak and I was scared to death of what he would say when he did speak.

"What the hell did we just do," he said he said finally.

"What we had to do. You can do your thing tomorrow once we've got Ford in our grasp."

"What do you mean, do my thing?"

"Tear the place up. Break some bones. Just so we get Ford out of there. Just don't get us arrested for assault."

We walked for a while then hailed a cab and went back to our hotel. Dad was still moody, even with the cab driver.

"And don't take the scenic route," he warned the driver.

Back in our room he took another shower. "I don't know if I'll ever be able to get it washed off," he said as he was drying off.

It hurt that he was referring to me sucking his cock. "We're going to get Ford back," I declared as justification. Then I asked, "Have you thought, what if he won't come back with us?"

"He's got no choice in that," dad said.

"What're you going to do when we do get him back? Have you thought about that?"

"Well, he's lucky you're here to keep me from breaking bones," he said. "I don't know. I just wanta get him back; we'll deal with the rest later."

"Don't forget he's still an impressionable kid," I said.

"My ass. He's eighteen."

"Barely, by a few days," I said.

"Yeah and he didn't even bother to be home for his birthday," Dad said.

"Bsides, eighteen is just a number," I said. "He's an adult only by act of congress."

"Do you think he's gay?" he asked. "Do you think that's the reason he's done this, to get into that lifestyle?"

"He doesn't have to make gay porn to get into the lifestyle," I said.

We got quiet and settled into an old war movie. When it was over Dad said we should get something to eat. We went to the same café near our hotel. It was funny the way the waitress was so friendly with my dad--almost coming on to him--and he wasn't even aware of it.

At one point I said, "In case you haven't noticed, our waitress is coming on to you. If you want the hotel room for a while, I can get lost."

"You're out of your mind."

"No, you're out of the loop," I said. "I never hear much about your social life."

"You mean my sex life."

"That, too."

"None of which is any of your business. I don't pry into your private life."

"But you would like to," I said. He scowled at me. "After what I did back there," I said. "You haven't mentioned it. I wish you would; we have to talk before it becomes a wall between us."

"I never took it as anything but doing whatever it takes to get your brother back. We both did. And I'm going to make damn sure he appreciates it."

"I think you would like to believe that, but I don't believe you do," I said. "You asked if I thought Ford was gay. Why haven't you asked if I am?"

"Are you?"

"I'm leaning in that direction," I said. "I've been wanting to tell you but didn't know how."

"I guess we can thank Ford for giving you the opportunity," he said.

"That's it? You're not surprised, disappointed, disgusted or anything?"

"Surprised, yes, but no more surprised than me allowing it," he said, taking a sip of coffee. "Disappointed? Disgusted? No. Your preferences are your business, just like my sex life is mine."

"Just tell me you have a sex life."

"I do," he said.

I could see his laugh lines as he looked at me over the top of the cup. "Couldn't help but notice you were pretty damned good at it."

"I could've been better but I didn't want you to know that."

"How long?" he asked.

"My freshman year at college," I replied. "There's a lot of it going on; it's hard to avoid."

"Just tell me it wasn't some dirty old man that seduced you in a dark alley."

"No, it was another freshman; a total stud. And it'd be a tossup as to who seduced who."

"Well, you're old enough to know your own mind. Ford isn't."

"Are you going to tell Ford we had sex?" I asked.

"No. Unless it comes out tomorrow, he doesn't need to know."

"You know they're expecting us to take it to the next level tomorrow," I reminded him. "With Ford," I added.

"If Ford shows up it's not going to get that far," he said sternly. "When he comes on the scene we're getting the hell out of there and those guys can damn well fuck themselves."

I had to laugh at how he expressed himself. It was only the second time he'd ever used the word fuck in front of me and the other time was in swearing. It was getting late and he rolled over with his back to the television. I turned it off.

Next morning we had breakfast--his waitress wasn't there--and got a cab to the studio. We arrived early, about 9:30. We were handed a script to read over while we waited for Ford, and Rick explained briefly what would be happening. They would film another scene with dad going down on me then we would move into a sixty-nine. Ford would walk in on us to make it a three-way that would develop into a fuck scene. No specifics, the director would call the shots as we went along. I wasn't sure he knew what a sixty-nine was and I asked him, pointing to the word on the page.

He scowled and laughed. "Of course I know what it is. What, you think your generation invented sex?"

"No, but I think each generation strives to improve on it," I replied smartly.

"Well, I've been there and done that a few times myself," he said. "With women, not with guys," he added quickly. "But don't worry, it's not going to get that far."

Brock became irritated that Ford was late and told Rick to go ahead and start filming the two of us; Dad sucking me.

"We'll move you into the sixty-nine when Ford gets here, then he walks in and catches you," he said.

I saw the look on Dad's face and froze inside. There was no way he was going to do it and I was afraid of what he might do before Ford got there.

"Dad?" I said quietly.

"He'll be here any minute. We need to stall," he said.

"I can suggest a different scene," I said.

"I appreciate you trying to protect me, son, but I don't think they're going to keep letting you call the shots," he said.

"What're you going to do?" I asked.

"I don't have much choice, do I?"

"Dad, they're going to want you to go down on me....suck my cock." I pained me terribly to even say the words.

"I'm gonna kill that boy," he growled under his breath.

"We have to get him back first," I said. "Okay, Dad, if it comes to that, don't do it all the way, for real," I said. "Just nuzzle around and stall for time."

"Well, it's not my first option," he said.

"What is?"

"The minute he shows up, I start breaking some faces while you grab him and get him out of here."

"I doubt it'll be that simple. Dayton Ford's a big name. They'll try to protect their investment. Or, he'll try to run," I added.

We didn't have time to ponder it further. Rick called us to the set and told us to get undressed. I took over stalling for time. Instead of getting undressed right away I took my dad in my arms and began nuzzling his neck, kissing along the side of his face while I groped his crotch. Fuck, he was big, even in that state. I ran one hand inside his shirt then started unbuttoning it; I would do the undressing. When I had his chest exposed enough I leaned in and started kissing his pecs and licking and suckling his nipples. He moaned and put his hand around the back of my head to press my face tighter against his hard muscles. I really didn't know if it was a true reaction or if he was acting. It didn't matter; we were buying time. My next thing was to finish unbuttoning his shirt then go down on my haunches and slowly undo his belt and his jeans and work them down, then spend some time mouthing the front of his short while I pulled is jeans off.

"This is off script," someone said, sounding impatient.

"It's right on," Brock said. "They're hot; let 'em build up to the script."

I breathed a sigh of relief but it was short lived. We continued till I had my dad undressed down to his briefs and socks. I spent a moment mouthing the bulging pouch then tugged on the waistband to pull them down.

"Give him a few licks then reverse roles," Rick said. "Greg, you do the same to him....undress him....and get things back on script."

Time was running out. I still didn't know if Dad would go through with it. We were so close and he'd said he didn't have any choice but I still expected him to explode at the last minute and tear the place apart along with everybody in it. If he did, I would have his back.

Dad followed my lead and my "script" even going down on his haunches to undo my belt and my fly. He pulled my jeans down to my knees and pressed his face into my shorts. His hot breath felt incredibly good. He spent too much time there and Rick told him to move it along. My stomach was in knots as he tugged on the waistband of my shorts. As he pulled them down I prayed that Ford would show up. My cock swung free, rubbery hard, and nearly hit him in the face.

Don't do it! Keep stalling! Ford will be here any minute.

I felt his hot breath on my manhood but he averted my cock and ducked, pressing the top of his head against them. I was on the verge of shoving him away to avoid him doing it. Just then Ford came in.

"It's about fuckin' time," Rick said but from the shocked look on Ford's face, I didn't think he heard him.

"Dad! Jason! What're you guys doing here! Dad....Geez, what're you doing!"

"You know these guys?" Brock asked, surprised.

"Yeah, that's my dad and my brother," Ford said.

Dad was already on his feet, pulling up his clothes and I was doing the same. He didn't bother with anything but the top button on jeans before he took hold of Ford's shoulder.

"And this is my sixteen year old son," he announced. His voice was dangerously calm; he was a bomb ready to explode. It was a stroke of genius on his part, scaring the crap out of them.

"He's eighteen; we've got a birth certificate," Brock said.

"I've got the original in my pocket, you wanta see it?" I said to back up my dad.

Rick was foolish enough to grab Ford by the arm and say, "We have all the proof of age we need. He's under contract; he's our property."

I'd never seen anyone move so fast. Dad lunged and slammed his shoulder into Rick's middle, taking him down the wall, and started beating the hell out of him. Within seconds Rick's face was a bloody mess and I could hear the bones cracking under my dad's fists. I moved in to stop him before he killed him.

When I grabbed his arm Dad let his drawn fist fall and wiped the blood on Rick's shirt. He got to his feet and looked all around.

"We're leaving now," Dad said, "but not before we take care of a couple of things." With that he grabbed hold of the desk and literally tossed it against the two men standing behind it, knocking them against the wall. Then he went after Brock. I couldn't see what all he was doing to him; I was busy doing my part, destroying the cameras. I shattered some of the lighting in the process.

"Stop him!" Brock yelled.

"He's a Marine, I wouldn't fuck with him if I were you," I said to the two men who started to make a move towards them. "I'm not a Marine but you're gonna have to fuck with me, too."

All the while, Ford cowered back in horror, looking very much like the boy he was. It all happened so fast that I really didn't know how much damage we did but no one was making a move to stop us. They were just standing there looking at us in horror. I jerked open a file cabinet and began tossing files everywhere while Dad went into a closet and started tearing piles of videos and DVDs off the shelves and tossing them in the pile.

"This stuff burns easy, doesn't it?" he murmured as he took a lighter out of his pocket.

"It's very toxic," I warned.

"No! Don't light it! The place will go up like a tinderbox." Brock screamed.

"Then you'd all better start running," Dad said as he leaned down and started lighting the boxes and papers from the files. "Jason, grab your brother."

I grabbed Ford by the arm and pulled him to the door and out in the hallway. The little fires were taking hold, flames were dancing all over the pile of debris.

"Dad, come on! Get out! We don't want to be here when the police and fire departments arrive."

We all rushed out together. Outside, the three of us went one way while the others escaped in another direction, yelling and screaming for somebody to stop us. We got a cab about a block away. Seeing the commotion, the cabbie wasn't going to stop till Dad got in front of him, pounding on the hood and cursing like I'd never heard him. The cab stopped and I got in and dragged Ford in with me. Dad tumbled in with us and gave the address. In front of the hotel he told the cabbie to wait while I went up to get our stuff.

The cabbie refused to take us to the airport till Dad leaned up and grabbed him by the neck.

"Listen, you scrawny little fuck, get this vehicle to the airport before I break your fuckin' neck and drive it myself."

The driver had a quick change of heart and had us at the airport in record time. I wondered if he'd shit his pants. Once he started to pick up his mike but dad swatted it out of his hand and told him to say off the squack-box. He never touched it again.

At the airport Dad paid the fare, even giving the frightened man a generous tip, then we went into the terminal. We headed straight for the restroom to get washed up; we didn't want to attract the kind of attention we knew blood would attract. Within an hour we were boarding a plane home. We sat three to a row; me sitting between Dad and Ford. I thought it best. That's when I realized that Ford hadn't made a peep since the whole thing started.

The steward came through and Dad ordered stiff drinks for him and me. He and downed his and ordered another. He offered Ford a drink of that one. Ford still didn't say anything, just shook his head. A short time later Dad was asleep.

"I've never seen him so mad," Ford said. It was the first time he'd spoke since the fracas in the studio.

"I haven't either," I said.

"What do you think he'll do?"

"I don't know, but I would keep my distance for a while if I were you. Let him come to you."

"I feel like a criminal being taken back to be hanged," Ford said.

"You better start praying for a reprieve," I said.

"I just hope you're there when the time comes. I'm afraid he'll kill me."

"He's threatened to," I said.

"How could I be so stupid."

"They say you can't fix stupid, but you can count on Dad trying," I said.

"Please be there," he begged.

"I will if he'll let me. But you may have to face him on your own."

Back home Dad sent me to pick up the car while he got our luggage. Ford said later that Dad never said one word to him the whole time they were waiting. He didn't talk on the drive home either.

At home, before any of us got out of the car, Dad turned to Ford and said, "You go straight to your room and don't come out till I send word."

"Yes, sir."

I was a little surprised at his meakness. I thought he would rebel and defy him.

"Do not make any phone calls, do not turn on the television, do not turn on any of those gadgets. The only thing you are allowed to do is breathe, do you understand?"

Ford didn't disappoint me with his stupidity.

"I'm legal age," he said.

I thought Dad might explode and I stepped up closer to Ford just in case.

"You are in my house," he said in his dangerously calm voice. "You are going to stay in my house and you are going to follow my rules even if I have to chain you to the goddamned bed. Now, is there any part of that you don't understand?"

"No, sir."

I went upstairs with Ford and Dad went to his den in the basement. Ford went to his room and closed the door. Much later when Dad had gone to sleep I took it upon myself to allow Ford to use the bathroom and I took him up something to eat.

"Won't you get in trouble?" Ford said.

"I might."

It was well after midnight when Dad woke up and called Ford downstairs. I hung around for security reasons. Dad was in his chair, Ford sat on the couch. Thankfully, Dad let me stay.

"Now, do you wanta tell me what the hell you thought you were doing?" Dad demanded.

"I wanted to have some excitement, see more of the world," Ford said.

"That part of the world? That kind of excitement? Tell me first, are you gay?"

"I think I am."

"Those videos you've been making don't leave much doubt, but you traveled all the way out there to find out?"

"Are you gay?" Ford snapped back. "What I walked in on didn't leave much doubt either."

I was shocked with horror. Dad got up and grabbed Ford by the front of his shirt and jerked him up off the couch, one handed, his other fist drawn back. I jumped up to grab his wrist.

"Don't, Dad. You'll regret it," I said. I couldn't have held back that arm--he could've still crushed Ford's face--but he let me draw his arm down. He slammed Ford back in the couch and walked out.

"Geezuss, Ford, watch your mouth," I said, angrily. "Don't you have any clue what that man did and would've done to get you back!"

"Who says I wanted to be brought back," he snarled.

It was my turn. I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him to his feet just like my dad had done and got in his face. "Listen, you little prick, it's time to grow up and stop thinking about somebody besides yourself. I don't know what Dad's got in mind for you but here's my take; one of two choices. You march your sorry little ass in there and apologize....no, you get on your knees and beg his forgiveness and thank him for loving you so much, or you pack your bag and get out right now. Get on a plane and go right back to California and have your excitement and your new life and I guarantee I will NOT let our father come to get you again. And neither will I. You can rot in a dumpster for all I care, and that's exactly where you'll end up as soon as those slime balls are done using you. Make up your mind, right now, 'cause you've caused Dad enough heartache and I'm done fucking with you."

When he had time to think about it I knew he would leave. He did, two days later. I let him and I didn't tell Dad he was gone. When I went in to see Dad he was sullen.

"I was too rough on him," he said.

"No you weren't. You almost were."

"I'm glad you stopped me."

"We both know I didn't, actually. You could've easily broken my grip and slugged him."

"Have I always been too rough on you boys?"

"No. You've been a good dad."

"Then why? Listen, I want you to go back out to that video store and every other store you know of and buy up all of the videos he's made."

"There's no need. He'll just make more," I said. The pained, confused look he gave me tore at my gut. "He's gone, Dad. He left. He's going back to California."

"What!" He jumped up but I stopped him.

"No, you're not going after him again!" I yelled, holding him back. "If you do you'll have to chain him up in his room. He's going to do this. The only way he'll come back is if he hits rock bottom. All you can do is wait and be there for him when it happens."

"You know I can break through you," he said with a tight grin.

"I know you can. I'm hoping you won't. I'm hoping you'll listen. You know I'm right. Dad, I let him go. I called him a cab."

"So I have to stand by and watch my son be devoured by a pack of wolves."

"They'll chew him up and spit him out," I said.

"How could you let him go?" he asked with a pained look.

"How could we stop him? If not now, tomorrow, or the next day, or the next week."

He relented and slumped back in his chair and I saw his chest heave as he started crying. At that moment I hated my brother.

I went to the video store and to three others I knew of in neighboring cities and bought up every copy of Ford's videos; twenty six in all. At every store I informed the owner or manager that Dayton Ford was my brother, he was underage, and there would be legal consequences if I found any of his videos in their stores again. The pervert in me wanted to keep them for private viewing but my common sense prevailed and I put them all in a garbage bag, poured a bottle of cooking oil over them and dumped them in the garbage. Then I sent a registered letter to the studio informing them that Dayton Ford was a minor and enclosed a copy of his birth certificate. I also said that I would be sending one of their video boxes and a birth certificate to the authorities.

Over the next several weeks I browsed the video stores and gathered the names and addresses of other studios and sent them the same packet; the letter, the fake birth certificate I'd managed to obtain, and a cutout from one of the video boxes with his picture.

I cried that I might be sending him into that dumpster but I was intent on destroying Ford's career.

And now we wait.......

The End

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