The next morning I got an email with a link to the edited version of the gangbang. They must have worked on it, all night. I propped myself up in the bed, Ben and Liam flanking me, and I started streaming it.
It opened with the six guys walking along a trail, goofing around with each other. Talking shit about the fun they were going to have initiating Dave in to their band of brothers. Groping his ass. Caressing his torso. Pinching at his tits through his shirt. Diving a hand down his jeans to fondle him. And him giggling at it all as he swatted their hands away.
Silver Daddy was the ostensible leader, while Eddie was the most obnoxious about being all over the guy. Even bumping his very obvious erection against Dave’s delectable ass. Which was understandable. It really did look very tasty.
But then they happened upon the tent. Exchanged glances and wondered who was inside, because this was their place to have fun. So they snuck over to take a peek.
And there I was, face down, fully dressed, with my ass looking very inviting, despite being in jeans, since one leg had kicked the sleeping bag part way off.
The exaggerated looks they exchanged said an entire world’s worth of things.
Then Ronnie nudged Silver Daddy and said, “How ‘bout we initiate Dave a different way?”
“I’m up for that,” the guy said, in breathless response. God, so lame.
They positioned themselves around the tent’s entrance, Dave at the rear of them, then piled in and grabbed me. And it went pretty much as I’ve already described. Dragged me out. Slammed the gag in my mouth. The phones recorded some really great angles of them grabbing my ass and crotch and tearing open my shirt (in glorious slow-motion) and pinching at my nips and carrying on like they had. Hands tied. Legs held. Jeans torn. Dick revealed.
Ben frowned through the whole thing, tight and unhappy. Liam was frozen.
Of course, there were shots of them mauling my dick and balls and pinching at my tits...and then of each one’s dick slamming into my ass as they howled and cheered each other on. Three angles of each of them cumming all over me. Ending with Eddie brutalizing me...though it had been cut down to seem more like rough sex than near murder. The blood around my left tit wasn’t commented upon, nor was the blood on Eddie’s lips. Finally, one phone got a great shot of me firing a wad into Ronnie’s face, under the table, and Dave diving in to lick at it.
The blood on Eddie’s face after I smashed his nose was also ignored. As was the blood from me being fucked until my rectum was torn and raw. I hadn't realized it was that harsh.
Then at the end I was unceremoniously dumped and they walked off, happy and free as they welcomed David into their group with massive congratulations. Me in the foreground, curled up in pain.
Then it faded into an AI rendition of me in the tent saying everything had been such fun.
Which I had never done.
Of course, if you paid close attention you could tell it was not my body, just my head pasted onto it in a fairly good job. But who was going to do that at the end of a bondage porn film? So that was the final fuck you from Vance to me. See? He knew what he was getting into and went, gladly.
By the end, the boys were silent and shaken.
All I did was send Vance an email saying, Love your work. Say hi to Ralph for me.
I got a nearly instant email back. Say it yourself. He’ll be here, tomorrow.
Love to, was my response. Eightish?
Wesson’s. Seven-thirty.
Got it.
“Get ready,” I said, “we’re going downtown to the DA’s office.”
“So you’re filin’ a complaint,” said Liam.
“Better. I’m getting Vance audited. For taxes. That should keep him busy, for a while.”
“Don’t that take time to get goin’?”
I nodded. “But once they do get going...from what I saw, they will tear him to shreds. Until that happens, we’ll have ourselves some fun with the son-of-a-bitch.”
I called a guy I knew in the DA’s office who was more than a friend. Paralegal, not an attorney. He set me up with an ADA for three-fifteen, so the boys and I had lunch at the In-n-Out by the airport. That way Liam could watch the jets land and take off. Then we hopped over to a Macy’s in the Culver City Westfield Mall. I got new suit and all the accoutrements; they each got new outfits to wear, including CK undies and cologne for us all. Changed in the dressing room and dumped our old clothes in the back of my HRV.
By the time I worked my way through the security system at the downtown office, I was a totally smooth operator. The boys kept the HRV and drove over to Echo Park to do some boarding while awaiting my call to pick me up.
No need to bore you with the info I passed along or how I laid it out. That ADA was fascinated and said he’d look into it. Meaning he was going to make out like he’d discovered this and help himself along, career-wise. I had no problem with that, though I did emphasize Vance maintained complete control of the tax filings so his people probably had no idea what had been done. He just nodded. Guess we’d see if he kept from being a dick to one and all.
That night, I had pizza delivered to the hotel and we stayed in and watched John Wick movies till midnight on the hotel’s widescreen TV. Keanu kicked ass, of course. Who wouldn’t, over his dog?
The next day I used my phone to check my door-cam and the security cameras at my condo, saw no indication Vance or anyone else had been there, so we checked out and I went there as Liam took Ben to get his things and bring them over. I moved my office materials down to the space supposedly designated as an office, ordered a decent bed for him...full size...and got sheets and a blow up mattress for him to sleep on till it was delivered.
By six, he was all moved in and actually seemed happy.
“Don’t need to tear out that wall,” he said. “I got plenty of room.”
“Then I’ll put in a door,” I said. “Make it a walk in closet. Or private bathroom, for you.”
“Shit, Rett, don’t go crazy.”
But it was obvious he liked the idea.
Now it was time for me to meet Vance and Ralph at Wesson’s. I left the boys at home with one admonition...do not let anyone in. At all. No matter who it was...except for me.
Liam eyed me, wary. “Is it always gonna be like that?”
“Not after tonight,” I said.
“You so sure?” Ben asked.
“Well,” I said, “if I’m not back by midnight, no. But if I am, yes.”
“So what do we do if you’re not?”
He was standing in the middle of his new room, in shorts and t-shirt, sandals on his feet, looking very, very lovely...and I felt an overpowering wave of protectiveness wash over me.
“Whatever you have to,” I said.
Then I headed on in my little HRV.
Wesson’s was busy but not overly so. Valet was on top of things, though I did get a condescending huff when I handed my keys over. But I looked acceptable in my suit.
I knew Vance would be late, meaning Ralph would be, as well, so I waited in the bar. Got a Virgin Mary and chose a spot near a window so I could see when they arrived. I needed a clear head to deal with Vance after the last few days. What helped me was, he gets irritated when you aren’t there waiting for him to arrive.
Vance drove up at seven-forty-three...with Ralph in the passenger seat. He got out and damn, he hadn’t changed one bit. Big, bad, buff Ralph in a neat beard and sharp black business suit that probably cost five-thousand dollars, it fit him so right. He’d been doing well for himself.
Vance, for once, was in a similar outfit, though his suit was a finer cut. Of course. No hoodie to hide in. Did that mean Ralph was a more important partner than I thought? Was he the one running the show?
I let the maître d’ seat them in a semi-private booth, finished my Virgin Mary, checked my phone to make sure it was still at one-hundred percent, and strolled over to join them.
Ralph saw me coming, first, and neither said nor did anything until I was at the table.
“Hi, Vance,” I murmured, keeping in tone with the restaurant. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting. Good to see you again, Ralph.” And I pronounced it Ray-ph, like he preferred. “You haven’t changed a bit.”
He barely nodded. “You’ve bulked up some.”
I shrugged and took a seat next to him. “Had to. Sitting and writing all day’ll put the pounds on if you don’t watch it. You still a Jersey Boy?”
He almost smiled. “When have I not been?”
“Well, it has been years...”
“Garrett,” said Vance, a bit of warning in his voice, “I notice you’re alone. No Ben or Liam to back you up? Leave them at home?”
I looked at him. I’d honestly thought he’d wait at least till the main course to start his bullshit about the boys, but I guess he didn’t like not being the center of my and Ralph’s attention. So all I said was, “Don’t.”
Which sent him into ice-cold mode. “Don’t what?" His voice was calm, but his eyes were so sharp on me they could have cut diamonds.
I sighed. Looked like dinner would be a bust, and I really did like Wesson’s pasta. But you pull shit on me, get ready for Armageddon.
I opened my phone, pulled up an excerpt from the recording I made of raping Ralph. It was when my dick was cumming in his mouth. I played it...on silent mode, of course.
“So, Ralph,” I said, “am I correct in assuming Vance didn’t let you know he knows about this? Has a copy of it?”
I have to give it to the guy. He didn’t flick an eyelash. Just looked at me as cool as ever then shifted his eyes to take in Vance. Who was still in ice-cold mode.
“Is this why you brought me here?” Ralph asked, his voice showing no serious emotion. “You think you can use this nothing man to embarrass me? In a public place?”
“Do you really think I’m that much of a fool?” Vance coolly shot back. “This is just another one of Garrett’s inexhaustibly childish gambits.”
“Childish?” I asked with faux hurt. “You mean like this?”
Then I pulled up the part of my rape where I was face down on the table and Eddie was fucking me...from all four angles, one after the other. That one brought a flicker of a smile to Ralph’s face on top of a glance of joy sent my way. So I shifted to the recording of Nicholas seated on my couch, bound, gagged, and ejaculating. It was under the tender ministrations of Ben and Liam, but they were not visible in this clip.
“Have you had him, yet?” I asked Ralph, my voice still low. “His ass is really tight. Little used, as of a week ago.”
That brought a moment of careful control to his face and eyes as he said, “So you’ve had him? Like this?”
I batted my eyes at him, smiling.
Vance was not happy. “Garrett, this getting to be...”
“Shut up.” That was Ralph with his don’t fucking cross me voice. Still low and cool, but sharp as a knife.
What surprised me is, Vance did.
Ralph took the phone from me and opened the clip of me being fucked, again. Watched it all the way through. A full sixty-two seconds of it. Then handed my phone back to me.
He sighed and said, “You’re not really into that, are you?”
Something in his tone said, be honest with me. So I said, “No more than you were.”
He nodded and looked around the restaurant, saying, “I’ve heard the pasta in this joint is shit.” Then he looked straight at me. “I know a real Italian joint near Canter’s. You up for that?”
I nodded.
“You still got that stupid shit Honda?”
I chuckled. “How’d you know?”
“’Cause you’re a cheap-assed son-of-a-bitch, but loyal. In the right circumstances.”
I wasn't sure how to take that comment, but when he stood, I stood.
Vance began to stand but Ralph said, “You’re not invited.”
To my shock, Vance sat back down...without a word.
Holeeeeee shit. I had to do an immediate re-evaluation of Ralph.
And I actually liked what it seemed to be coming up with.
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