Gary's Choice

There was a police car outside of the Union Square apartment where Robert has Aaron working as a whore. Robert and I were supposed to meet for drinks downtown and I was waiting in a booth at the bar. I got a text from Aaron telling me that there was an emergency and that I should go there.

I parked and got out of my car, entered the building, took the elevator up and opened the unlocked door of the apartment.

“Sir, you can’t enter. This is a crime scene” said the good-looking mid-20’s Hispanic uniformed NYPD officer.

“My son is here!” I yelled as I barged in.

I raced through the living room to the bedroom. Robert was nude and wrapped up in a sheet and sitting in a chair staring into space.

“Sir, you have to leave. This is a crime scene” said the magnetic late-20’s Asian-American uniformed NYPD officer.  

“This is my son! What is going on?!”

“I’m sorry sir, your son has been sexually assaulted and I'm abou to take his statement. I’m Officer Wang and my partner is Officer Duarte. We responded to a call about a disturbance. We found your son naked and hog-tied in this bed. The presence of blood and semen around his anus indicates he was anally raped.”

My mind was in overdrive as I tried to grapple with so much. Robert’s career and reputation must be protected; I went into damage control mode.

“Thank you officers for your assistance. I’m going to take my son home. There’s no need to continue this investigation or to seek the perpetrators. We prefer that this matter be dropped.”

“I understand your feelings sir, but police procedures must be followed. It’s going to be fine. I’m going to call Special Victims Unit. Those detectives are trained in sex crimes. Your son will be taken to the hospital to be examined and treated. A rape kit will be performed so that DNA evidence can be collected to trace the assailants. He’ll receive counseling from a therapist. He’ll be okay.”

“No! This incident cannot be made public. My other son is married to a member of the force. As a professional courtesy, please let this go.”

I showed Officer Wang a wedding picture of Nick and Timothy. He stared at me and went to his phone.

“There’s a situation…” he was speaking to Nick. How bizarre this all was. Our fate was in the hands of someone we never met and who no doubt hated us. “I see. Sure. It’s cool.”

“Officer Duarte and I are going to leave. No further action will be taken. Nick will be in touch with you” said Officer Wang as he left with his partner.   

“I’m going to take a shower. Then I’m going to my apartment. In the morning I’m going to work. That is all” growled Robert as he limped to the bathroom.

“It was horrible. It was three Russians. They used him” said Aaron to me when the cops were gone, and Robert was in the bathroom. He’d been hiding under the bed the whole time.

“I had a new client booked. When I opened the door, three guys busted in. One was Ivan, the mobster who took over running me in Moscow. Another I recognized as Serge, a previous client. He told Ivan about me. The other guy was Mikhail, another thug. They were all tall, dark and in their 30’s. Ivan told me to text Robert that there was an emergency in the apartment and that he needed to come over. I felt terrible but I had no choice. Robert got here a half hour later.”

“You stole what was mine and you must pay” said Ivan to Robert who had been punched in the stomach by Mikhail, and then handcuffed and gagged. “You will not be killed. You will wish you were.” Aaron continued:

They had a drill and drilled holes in the walls near and the ceiling above the bed. They screwed in hooks. They put ropes in them. They ripped off Robert’s suit and underwear. He was naked. They threw him on his back in the bed. They tied his arms and spread legs, up so his asshole was exposed. He was thrashing around and yelling through the gag like a farm animal about to be slaughtered. They took off the gag and put an open-mouth gag on him.

“Use your fucking tongue!” yelled Ivan as he stuffed Robert’s forcibly-opened mouth with his big uncut dick. Tears streamed down Robert’s face as he tried to give Ivan head while getting his face fucked. Serge and then Mikhail had their dicks in Robert’s mouth.

"The sounds Robert made when they gang fucked him were hideous with their three big uncut cocks. They used spit, no lube so it must have been torture for him. It was more brutality than sex. He was helpless and just had to take it. They each pulled out in time to cum on him. Robert’s great dick was so hard from getting his ass pounded out and at one point he shot off on himself and he was covered in cum. When they were done, they smoked cigarettes and cleaned their dicks on Robert’s suit. Ivan took Robert’s phone and called 911 to report a disturbance so the cops would find Robert all messed up. “Everyone will read about you in newspapers. We go to airport now” said Ivan as they left.

Robert emerged, all shiny and wearing khakis and a dark blue polo shirt.

"Aaron, your next appointment is in 10 minutes” said Robert.

Robert and I left. We were silent as I drove him to his apartment.