Having Ben had opened a new portal to my hell. I’d loved every second of being with him. I’d worshiped his tight, lovely body...and Liam was now catching my interest in the same way. His shorts had always been too loose for me to tell how much of an ass he had, but that didn’t matter, anymore. He had the legs and the pecs, and if he was bigger than Ben in the dick department, I’d be set.
So...he wanted a blow job for his belated birthday? I would gladly provide it. But there would be an exchange he wasn’t expecting. And I wanted Ben there to see just how lovely a good fucking can be. How even a guy who doesn’t want it can wind up loving it.
That’s not to say I’d given up on Nicky. But he was still in the planning stage whereas Liam was here and now.
Of course, Ben narc’d my intentions to him, so the next time I saw him he let me know, “Dick only. No ass.”
I just pretended to be hurt and whined, “That’s all I intended.”
The little shit smirked at me, so I reached over and pulled at the belt around his shorts and said, “Prove it now?”
He chuckled and backed away. “Later. Right time, right place.”
I shrugged and let him roll on down to the skate park, where I think Ben was waiting...but I did call after him, “I know what you’re up to!”
He just cast a wave without looking back.
To be honest, while I was ninety-nine percent sure they were double-teaming me for some servicing, I got the impression something else was also going on. Something Georgie had done or set up with them...and maybe they were trying to get back to that.
But what was it? Just being serviced? I’d already shown them I was up for that.
Which brought me back to Vance’s claim the square footage in the condo didn’t quite match up. I hadn’t cared; I liked the location and everything the agent had said about the place was right. Lovely ocean view. Good solid walls, not those flimsy things in most condos. Plenty of closet space in the main bedroom. Upstairs and downstairs bathrooms. Covered parking for my HRV. Yeah, I know, I know, I should be whipping around town in a Mercedes or BMW or something, but I loved my Honda.
Anyway, I got to checking out the floor plans of the condo...which looked good...but actually comparing them to the upstairs rooms and walls and suggested there was some space between my office and the bathroom that it didn't account for.
Since my office extended out over the garage, I had windows looking out over Speedway. but when I looked up at them from outside...they didn’t cross the entire wall like they seemed to, inside. Which I hadn’t really paid attention to.
It was a smaller room and had plenty of light. I hadn’t even bothered to repaint it, let alone do any decorating. It was going to be my sanctuary, and for that it was functional. Nothing more needed. Besides, I’d been too focused on my career and Nicky to care. But now?
Well, from the doorframe to the windows was a long blank wall. On the other side was the bathroom, with a built in cabinet of shelves along that side of the wall, for linens and towels and toiletries and such. The only window in it overlooked the wall of the house next door, so nothing to really pay attention to.
Except I figured out there a space five feet wide between the two rooms...maybe six...which didn’t show up in the floorplans.
I checked downstairs but that part of the condo was over the top of the garage. And I could find nothing more than space to fit my HRV and some crap I needed to get rid of.
So I went back upstairs to inspect that long blank wall. I’d put bookshelves along that wall so those got moved, then using a stepstool to go top to bottom I inspected every square inch of it, including the rather overdone molding along the ceiling....and noticed something spooky.
The molding had cracks in a couple spots...
And inside a wide-ish one was what looked like a lens.
A camera lens.
I removed every bit of that molding and found three small, hi-def lenses with connecting wires...one at each corner and in the middle. Those wires led back into the wall...and more wires led along the molding to the other side.
Now I’m not a paranoid freak, but that did get me going.
I inspected every inch of it with a magnifying glass, but there was nothing in the way of an opening to be found. I went into the bathroom and shifted the shelves. Took them all down. Used a flashlight to inspect the darker spots...
And I found it.
A small door neatly fitted into the side wall of the cabinet with a small recessed latch at the top. You had to be looking for it to see it. I pushed it and the door opened...in.
I slipped inside that space...found a light switch...flicked it on to see two-by-fours up and down and lost of insulation between them...
And along the wall fronting my office was a bank of slim monitors, all dark. All connected to a computer tower.
Of course I immediately latched onto my office having been a bedroom...which was probably where Liam and Ben did their hand jobs.
So Georgie had been secretly recording them?
Oh, this was too rich.
I hit the power button on the computer tower and the screens flashed then started doing their reboot thing. While they decided whether or not to come on, I checked the number of wires connecting to the cameras and there were nine.
Shit, the recording I’d done with Ralph had been amateur-hour compared to this.
Of course, I still had those recordings. I’d burned them to a DVD then shifted them to an external hard drive once DVDs went out of fashion. Which were in my office, in their own little folder. Which I’d watched a few times to jack off to, when in need.
Anyway, one monitor finally came to life and showed a frozen image of a small bedroom with an uncovered mattress on a narrow metal frame positioned under the windows. And a very buff guy was bound onto the bed, hands and feet at each corner, blindfolded and gagged, his jeans and underwear pulled down to his knees and his dick flipped back on his belly...with a fair amount of some fluid gleaming just above it. Need I say what I figured it was?
In truth, all I cared about was he wasn’t Ben or Liam...though he did look familiar. Mainly due to a tattoo on his left pec and shoulder.
A porn actor, maybe? He had that kind of gorgeous, not overdone build you’d see in some of the kinky clips, a dick that was obviously big enough for porn, and even legs worth mentioning in any praise of the male form.
Other monitors came to life. They were of other angles, closeups of his dick being jerked and lovely nips being pinched and one where his jeans were being yanked down to reveal boxer briefs covering his very nice erection.
I ran one clip...a close-up from a three-quarter angle of a man’s fat hand fondling his dick and balls through the briefs with one hand as the other caressed his treasure trail. He was squirming but not in a way that made me think he was trying to avoid the man’s hands. Finally, his briefs were pulled down to reveal his nice, fat cock...cut and lovely in every way. Then an older man leaned into frame to suck on it.
Probably Georgie. Who looked like he was nearly seventy and truly creepy.
And who really should have done a better job of sucking on the guy. Just bobbing up and down on him with a hand holding his dick in place as the poor guy continued to squirm and clench and twist a little. No fondling of his balls. No caressing of his hips or legs or abs or tickling his treasure trail or anything. Just bop-bop-bop until the guy thrust his hips up.
Georgie stopped sucking and a moment late, with a bit more work from his hand, the guy fired off some cum. Actually did a fair amount. That’s what wound up glistening on his belly. Then Georgie let go of him and let him keep clenching and pumping and cumming in a way that was actually very erotic, even as Georgie’s hands just rested at his sides. Fortunately, he was pretty enough and his dick was lovely enough to where it almost didn’t matter...
But he really deserved better lip service.
To the right of the editing suite, shelves held what had to be over a hundred DVDs labeled with dates that went from ten years ago to nearly four years back. I took the one that had the latest date and backed out of the room, then wen to my laptop, plugged in my DVD player and fired it up.
This one had the same guy, but in different clothes...shorts and a wife-beater, sneakers on his feet. But he was bound to a dining chair, hand and foot. Blindfolded and gagged, again, as Georgie felt him up for a few minutes. Then yanked his shorts along his legs to reveal a pair of cheap briefs...and tore them open to show the guy had a nice erection, again. Then Georgie went down on him.
From four different angles. Sucking on him just as poorly as before.
What made it insane was, Liam walked into frame!
Came around behind the guy, pulled that wife-beater up to expose his nips, and began to pinch at them as the guy shook his head and grunted no and struggled a lot more realistically than he had on the bed.
Liam didn’t do anything more than that...and in moments Georgie pulled back and the guy shot load after load, grunting for joy each time...as Liam kept flipping at his .tits.
I stopped it and looked at the date. Fuck. Liam was illegal, then! I mean, yeah, he didn’t do anything sexual. Didn't even try to touch the guy’s dick. But still...I felt dirty having watched it.
So came the question...did Ben and Liam know about this set up? The hidden cameras?
Was the guy whose image was on the editing suite a buddy of theirs? I couldn’t tell how old he was, but I doubted he was still in his teens. It looked like Georgie hadn’t finished editing when he died.
Which beg the question...should I finish it for him?
And could AI make Georgie’s pathetic blow jobs better? You never know.
Then I remembered the guy’s tattoo. At the skate park. A couple weeks back, when I was shooting film of Nicky.
Oh, he was a fine-looking guy with a tight, trim body, nice ass and legs worth chasing. Mid-twenties. On the short side. Maybe five-eight? But worthy of fun and...
Wait...could Ben and Liam have procured him for Georgie? They were sneaky, those two. Aware in too many ways. And having had Ben and now knowing Liam was on one of the DVDs in a finished project...I could just see them convincing a buddy it’s an easy couple hundred bucks. Or more. Depending. And the dude would never know he was on camera.
Or would he? Why do videos like this if you can’t make a few bucks off them? I’d seen plenty of sites good for this kind of content. So maybe I should check into that and...and...
WTF? See if Georgie was a porno producer?
Shit! Had I bought the condo of a porno producer?
Wow...this was beginning to toy with my psychoses...and in both a good and a bad way.
To cut my spiral into madness, I decided to give Liam his belated birthday gift, that weekend. Show him what a real blow job is like. I'm sure Ben had spread the word that I make Georgie's lips seem like something off a blow-up doll.
Oh...and maybe even see if Liam could bring in his buddy from the skate park.
Show ‘em what I had? Use a bit of threatening persuasion to get them both? Include Ben in it?
Then use them to help me get Nicky...
Ah, to my eternal joy a plan to Take Nicky was beginning to form.
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