I went down to the skate park a couple times over the rest of the week but didn’t see the guy. Nicky was absent, as well, but I got a hint from Vance he was off on one of his modeling jobs...so I put my plans on hold till I had Ben and Liam under control. How I was going to achieve that was still up in the air...but I couldn’t proceed till I knew all was well. I could just see those little shits pulling something on me just to prove they could.
Of course, they were nowhere to be found during the week, and I had no contact information. They’d always just shown up. Together. How those two managed to communicate was one of the world’s great mysteries, because I never saw them with a cell phone. They could appear...and now, it seemed, were keeping quiet at the same pace.
A couple of the boiz in the park cast me knowing looks, but none of them were of interest enough for me to look back. Either too young or too typical. But just to be decent, I gave a couple compliments on their form and ability. Which made them happy.
I spent the week digging more into Georgie and his videos. Backtracked the last full video to a porn site dealing with bondage and broke straight guys forced and non-con shit that was obviously staged. He had two dozen of the projects he’d done on it...including one of Ben auditioning to be one of the boys. And he looked almost the same then as he did now, just not as filled in and no tatts. And giving Georgie lots of human fluid at the end, from all kinds of angles.
Then I noticed something. He had a cell phone in his shorts side pocket. I didn’t find any of Liam on that site but did locate him on another site, where it started off with him focused on his cell phone...then bound hand and foot on the couch, with a gag and blindfold.
Where all he did was struggle and look lovely doing it, but no nudity or sex involved. Dammit.
Something was telling me these two brats must have been at least eighteen when Georgie was making these. He’d have to have documentation on hand to post them. That or he was flirting with a prison sentence. I let this one run all the was to the very end, and there was the disclaimer.
Records on file at what was now my address.
Paperwork that had probably been thrown out when Georgie died, because this place had been bare when I moved in..
I really wanted to find out what age Ben and Liam were, now.
Then Saturday evening, as I was about to fire up the new Bridgerton and sigh over the lovely asses it provided, Liam came knocking. All alone. In his usual shorts, t-shirt, and Converse tennies. I didn’t notice a cell hone on him, but his pants were so baggy I don’t think I could have known it was there.
“This a good time?” he asked, his knowing smirk on his face.
I just said, “C’mon in.”
I led him into the living room, where the first Bridgerton butt was frozen on my wide-screen. He stopped and grimaced.
“You watch that crap?” he asked.
“I watch all kinds of crap,” I shot back. “I’m in the business, and it keeps me up on how things’re being done.” And still didn’t see the telltale sign of a cell phone.
“Naked ass got nothing to do with it?”
“Yeah, his is nice,” I deliberately sighed, indication the ass on the screen, “but a little flabby. The first guy was best...”
“Black guy, right?”
I nodded. “A real beauty. Where’s Ben?”
He took in a deep breath, looked all around and said, “With his mom.”
“Didn’t know he had one. You want a drink?”
He shrugged then side-eyed me. “Lemme have a beer?”
I nodded. “You’re not driving. And I figure you two have been drinking since you were twelve.”
He chuckled and flopped onto the sofa. “Yeah, kinda. Ben more’n me, but he’s got cause.”
It took me a moment to tear my eyes away from the lovely picture he made. Slumped back. T-shirt lying over his fine pecs and belly. His shorts scooted up, a little, showing off even more of his well-formed legs. All very carefully arranged, I was sure...and he was being unusually free and easy with information. Like he was feeding it to me.
And then I noticed that on his right hip was a slight bump under the t-shirt that had the look of a cell phone in a holster.
So he was armed...
“Oh?” I asked, over my shoulder as I went into the kitchen.
“Y’know, there’s some people never should’ve got married. And his folks...”
I brought in a couple of Modleos, my new favorite beer. I left the cap on. I noticed him surreptitiously examine it before removing it.
“I’ve known couples like that,” I said. “Not my folks, but friends of theirs.”
He drank half of it straight down and lazed back, even more.
I sat on an overstuffed chair diagonal to the couch, keeping my feeling casual and really liking how he looked, at that moment. Except he was not looking at me...and not in a studied way, but like he was really troubled about something.
Which, of course, gave me my in.
“I haven’t seen Ben around all week,” I said.
He nodded, absently. “Yeah, been a shitty time.”
“Anything you want to talk about?”
He shrugged. “Not my place, man. Not my place.”
“Is Ben all right?” And now I was really concerned.
He shrugged...which was beginning to irritate me.
Then he side-eyed me and said, “He told me what you did to him. All of it.
Okay, I’m not playing this game. “You come for some? Pun intended.”
“Huh?”
“C’mon, Liam, stop being a silly bitch. What’s going on? Did Ben tell you I raped him? Is that why he’s upset? He wanted me to blow him...”
“No, man! He just...he don’t wanna come back here. And I don’t wanna come here without him.”
“But here you are.”
“To let you know.”
“Great. I give the little shit the best blowjob of his life and he spits on me.” And I really laid on how upset that made me, when in fact it was funny. I’d shown him some truth and he couldn’t handle it.
“You did more’n that,” Liam snapped. “How many guys you done it to?”
Okay, you little shit, time to play. “Not enough. You want some, we can do it here.”
“No, man, no...”
“Bullshit.” I jumped to in front of him. He crushed back into the couch. “Ben got your curiosity up. He shot his wad harder than he ever had, before, and knows no one else could do that to him but me. He’s not upset I came in his face. I mean, what the fuck else did he think I was going to do? Jerk off and mingle my cum with his on his belly? Would it have been better if I’d tied him to a chair and torn his boxers off and sucked him dry as you played with his tits?”
That jolted him. He tried to get up, saying, “I better go...”
I shoved him back and straddled him, tight. “What the fuck kind of game are you playing? You came here for your birthday present and you’re going to...”
The doorbell rang.
I laughed. “Oh, is that Ben, come to save you? Or make it a three-way?”
I got up, went to the door, and there he was, looking flustered. T-shirt, fitted jeans, topsiders, he looked so preppy, I was a bit taken aback.
“Hey. Liam here?” he asked,
“You know fucking well he is,” I snapped, then yanked him in.
He cast me a glare then went straight to the living room and sat on the coffee table, across from Liam. And I saw the cell phone in his back jeans pocket. I’d never seen one on them, before, so now I knew they were up to something.
And I didn’t care. I thought it might be fun.
“You okay?” he asked Liam.
Who nodded and glared at me. “We thought you were cool, Rett.”
Ben even cast me a look of reproach. Had he been listening to us via Liam’s phone?
Okay, trying to guilt trip me was the final straw. I smiled and said in the gentlest voice I could muster, “I am.”
Then I held up my phone and showed them an image capture from the video of Georgie sucking on the skater guy as Liam played with his tits. I’d loaded it into photos the day after I found it.
“Who’s your friend?” I asked, still gentle and kind.
They both froze with that deer in the headlights look that is so funny. That, they did not expect.
“I’d love to meet him,” I continued. “He has a hell of a lot to offer, and I know he still comes to the skater park, sometimes. Maybe you should invite him over. We could tie him down. Tear off his clothes. Have lots of fun with him. Just like Georgie did.”
They began to breathe heavily, like cornered animals, so I had to groan and say, “Cut it out! You little shits have been lying to me. Withholding information. Teasing me. And you got the nerve to get upset with me for catching on?”
They looked at each other, lost, so I continued with, “How old are you both?”
That made Liam sit upright. “We told you...”
“But this is from nearly four years ago, Liam. You telling me you’re fourteen, here?”
Ben rose to his feet. “What if he was?”
Oh, he was the brainy one. “Both of you? Were your IDs forged?”
“Both of...?”
“Saw your audition tape. I got a lot more out of you than your right hand did.”
He sank down to sit on the coffee table, again.
“Who cleaned out Georgie’s condo, after he died? You two help?”
Now they looked at me with puppy dog eyes and near tears. “What you gonna do to us?”
“Our folks can’t know,” Liam almost wailed.
“Oh, cut it out,” I snapped. “I’m not going to use it against you. Anything. It’s just...now I know why you didn’t want to talk about Georgie. You were his procurers. Hope you got paid well...”
“You don’t understand,” Liam almost wept.
“So how about we discuss it...in depth?”
Ben was eyeing me, not so much wary as...well, I could all but see the gears clicking in his head. He knew...I had plans for them. He was the smart one of the two.
“Okay, let’s hear it,” he said, his voice plain, his expression casual, his stand loose and easy.
“First, show me your IDs,” I said.
Liam didn’t move but Ben pulled his out of a pocket. No wallet for him.
The little fuck was twenty-one. Meaning Liam probably was, as well.
“Shit,” I said, “you’re this old and I’m the first good blowjob you got?”
“I’m not queer.”
“You’re just easy,” I shot back.
“Georgie never did it to us!”
“Bullshit. Anything for you and fuck everyone else?”
“You had no problem with it.”
“Neither did Georgie.”
“Where’d you get that picture?”
I glanced at Liam, who was still too shaken to speak. Which surprised me. I’d thought he was in better control than that. So I just said, “Does it matter? Come on.”
I headed up the stairs to my office. Ben followed me, straight off; it took Liam a moment but he joined us. I opened my laptop and went to a folder marked Georgie’s boys. It had a dozen gifs in it. I clicked on one.
The line of images popped up showing Liam behind the bound guy on the chair, this time in a tennis shirt and chinos pulled down his legs, with boxer briefs torn open to reveal him. Liam was tearing his shirt off, making the guy really struggle as Georgie held his hips in place and kept bop-bop-bopping on him. Pulling back once to reveal what a lovely dick it was. Hard and glistening and perfectly shaped. His torn briefs adding to the eroticism of the moment. His balls were fondled and Georgie licked up the shaft of his dick...and he came just as the last image showed.
“Does that guy know this is available for sale on the internet?” I asked.
Ben sighed. “Everybody Georgie got with had to sign a waiver.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“That’s all I know. Knew. Whatever.”
“What’s his name?” I motioned to the screen.
“Just knew him by Smoke.”
“Smoke?”
Liam nodded. “He leaves everybody in his smoke, he’s so fast and good.”
“I think he’s married,” Ben said. “Got a kid or two.”
I nodded. “I want you guys to bring him to me.”
That made Liam blink. “Why?”
“I want to replicate this, for myself.”
That made them look at each other, then Liam said, “I don’t think he will.”
“He didn’t like what happened, that time.”
“He doesn’t have to know what it’s for.”
“Shit, Rett,” Ben said. “What you doing?”
“Will you bring him to me, or not?”
Liam sighed. “We don’t really know him, anymore. He really was pissed about...”
“Stop lying to me!” I snapped.
“We’re not lying,” Ben said, slightly hurt. That was a good touch, I had to admit, but it wasn’t going to work.
“You know what’s sad about this?” I asked them both. “I really liked you two guys. I took you at face value and felt protective of you and enjoyed your company. And I never made a move on you till you told me you were old enough. I was open and honest with you, and you laughed at me the whole time.”
“So now we get the sad little me bullshit,” Ben sneered.
“No, not sad. Mad. Pissed off. So you have two choices, now. You bring me Smoke...” I motioned to the guy in the chair. “Or I really fuck you up in the skater world. I’ve got over a hundred videos Georgie made, and you two are on half of them, helping him molest other skater boiz. I have them set for release, online. This time next Saturday.”
“Fuck, Rett...” whispered from Ben.
“That’s what I’m going to so. And you’re going to help me, since you don’t want me fucking you...unless one of you’re open to offering up your ass in his place.”
That made Liam gulp.
Ben just glared at me. “What a motherfucker you are.”
“No, Ben,” I said as sweetly as I could. “Fatherfucker.”
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