The Mansion Boys...and Girl

While the intention was for Blaze to meet Wagner on that first day, Wagner had something come up that pulled him away. It would be a couple more days before they met. Blaze was getting settled in at the office and learning his way around. Jack was letting him shadow him so he could learn the finer arts of the work he did. Later that week, Jack sent Blaze to meet Wagner and get things rolling so they could find Garrett.

Bon, Wagner’s assistant and partner, saw the stunning Blaze walking toward him. Blaze was wearing one of his fancy new custom suits and looked like he was peeled off the pages of GQ. Bon began fanning himself like he was outside on a steamy July day.

Lee Bon-Hwa was a sweet, adorable Korean boy that Wagner met on a vacation and brought home with him. Bon and Wagner would not only fall in love, but they’d discover that they also worked really well together. Bon was tall and thin, but well sculpted. He paid attention to his body and it showed. He had jet black hair and porcelain skin. He is a real looker. Bon is completely enamored with American boys and has a strong taste for them. Wagner allows him to enjoy his pursuits, but only after Wagner has vetted the boy and given Bon permission. Wagner maintained a certain level of control in their relationship. Bon was definitely going to ask for permission to spend time with Blaze.

As Blaze approached Bon’s desk, Bon stood up, closed his eyes, lowered his head and bowed slightly. 

“Annyeong Hasimnikka, Mr. Blaze.” 

Bon spoke perfect English, but also retained much of his Korean heritage. He treated the office as a formal atmosphere and greeted Blaze as such - even though he was having very informal thoughts in his head.

“Um, hi. It’s just Blaze. I’m, uh, here to see Wagner.”

“Yes, I know. Mr. Wagner has been expecting you. You may enter his office.” Bon bowed slightly once again. Blaze awkwardly bowed back. Bon giggled as Blaze went into Wagner’s office.

Blaze also took note of how cute Bon was. He hadn’t really noticed many Asian boys before, but he certainly noticed Bon.

“Well, look at you, pretty boy. Get the fuck over here.” Wagner gestured to his side of the desk.

“Hello. I’m…”

“Yes, I know who the fuck you are. Jack was clearly too fucking lazy to bring you here and introduce you himself.”

When Blaze saw how handsome Wagner was, all he could think was that Jack hired the hottest people he could find. Were there any unattractive people working here?

“First things first,” Wagner said as he eyed Blaze up and down, “Take your fucking clothes off.”

“Um, what?”

“I know you’re not as fucking dumb as you look. You fucking heard me, take your fucking clothes off!”

Blaze was surprised. This isn't how he expected this meeting to go. Wagner was very brusque and gruff. He cursed like a character in a David Mamet play. Jack hadn’t warned him about this. What if someone walked in? What if Bon walked in? He came here for professional help and was now expected to strip naked?

“Um, I don’t think…”

“Right. You don’t fucking think,” Wagner said angrily, “you strip and you do what I fucking tell you. Then we’ll talk about business.”

Blaze sheepishly did as he was told and slowly removed his clothes. Wagner just leered at him, watching him in his discomfort. Soon, Blaze was standing there completely naked. Wagner smiled and stood up. He walked around Blaze and checked him out like he was a prize winning pig at the county fair. 

“Well, fuck! You’re a fucking stallion! Jack wasn’t lying when he said you were one of the hottest boys he’d seen. Fucking hell!”

Wagner abruptly grabbed Blaze’s semi-hard cock. Blaze jumped a little when Wagner squeezed it.

“How many times have you fucked the shit out of Jack with this hunk of meat?”

“Uh…a few… I guess…”

“You guess? Kid, you’d know if you were fucking Jack. He’s probably one of the most well used holes in America.”

Wagner finished his assessment and smacked Blaze on the ass.

“Go sit on the fucking couch,” he ordered.

Blaze did as he was told and went to the couch. Wagner pulled a chair from the nearby table and leaned back on it. He unzipped his fly, unbuttoned his pants and let them slide down to the floor. He pushed his boxers down too.

Wagner stood there expectantly with his pants around his ankles, his nine-inch cock already fully erect. It jutted out as Wagner barked another order.

“Suck my fucking dick, boy.”

With a little moan of submission, Blaze slid off the couch, and dropped to his knees. He leaned forward, his hands sliding up Wagner’s legs, and opened wide, pushing his cock past his lips and into his mouth.

Blaze slowly slid his hand around the base of Wagner’s throbbing dick, playing a bit with his balls. He looked up at Wagner, looking for encouragement. Blaze was once again submitting to someone and thoroughly enjoying it. This wasn’t how he expected this meeting to go, but he wasn’t disappointed. 

Wagner nodded at Blaze, showing his approval and Blaze continued licking and sucking on Wagner’s big fat cock. Blaze’s tongue lashed around Wagner’s pole, gently at first. Soon, Blaze was ramming Wagner’s dick all the way back into his throat, pushing his face all the way up into the base of his cock and into his pubes.

Blaze moaned a little and stroked Wagner’s cock while he impaled his face on his dick, taking it deep into his hot, wet mouth. Wagner felt his teeth scrape lightly, and his tongue slathering back and forth against his cock as Blaze began moving his face up and down, stroking Wagner with his lips.

Wagner clasped his hands behind his head, leaned back and watched Blaze work. His lightly scruffy cheeks were puffed around the slick length of cock meat sliding in and out of his mouth. Blaze’s eyes were half closed with ecstasy, but would occasionally open to look up at Wagner. He reveled as Blaze sucked and licked, his legs shaking a little, his body vibrating here and there as he received this expert blowjob.

Wagner looked down at this hot young stud of a boy, his cock skewering Blaze’s mouth. Soon, Wagner lost the ability to hold off his own pleasure. With a feral grunt, he grabbed a fistful of Blaze’s hair, his fingers close to his scalp, and he held his head in place while thrusting his cock deep into Blaze’s throat. Blaze gagged as Wagner began shooting a copious load of man cum down his windpipe. Cum trickled out of the side of Blaze’s mouth and he struggled to pull back, just to breathe, coughing and retching at the cock pummeling his air passage.

Wagner finally mercifully let go of Blaze’s head, and he was able to slide his mouth off his cock. There was spit and bile flowing out over Wagner’s exposed balls, mixed with small streams of cum that Blaze hadn’t managed to swallow.

“Good fucking god,” Wagner gasped. “You might just be worth fucking, if you that’s how you handle cocksucking.”

“I hope so,” Blaze said meekly, “that was amazing.”

“Oh, this isn’t the last fucking time. You’re gonna fucking do this for me every time we fucking meet. And I’m definitely gonna fuck the shit out of you. Now, come have a seat and let’s talk about your boyfriend that we need to find.”

Blaze wiped his face off and walked over to where his clothes were. As he went to pick up his underwear, Wagner stopped him.

“Put that shit down. You stay fucking naked with me. I like looking at you stallion boy. Sit the fuck down.”

Blaze realized that Wagner hadn’t bothered to put his pants back on either. Maybe there was more to come after they talked. Wagner called Bon in.

Bon didn’t really bat an eyelash when he came into Wagner’s office. Blaze was naked, Wagner was half naked and Bon was completely nonchalant. Wagner had him sit at the table and take notes from the meeting.

Wagner quizzed Blazed on everything related to Garrett, but also wanted to know more about him too. So, Blaze went through his whole story. From his crazy childhood, to Claes, to being homeless, to Garrett and to now. Every once in a while, Bon or Wagner would lean into one another and whisper something to each other. Finally, Wagner had all he needed to find Garrett and hopefully bring him and Blaze back together again.

“Ok. We can fucking do this. I know all the right people. Jack knows all the right people. He probably got a few federal judges on the bench, so we fucking got this. We’re gonna find your fucking boy and you two can make sweet fucking love together again.” There was a ton of sarcasm in Wagner’s voice when he said that. “Have you thought about him maybe not wanting to be fucking found? Or maybe he doesn’t want anything to fucking do with you anymore?”

“Yeah. I did. I guess I’m willing to take that risk. I don’t know. Do you think I shouldn’t?”

“You’re in love. Find the fucker and figure it out from there. Oh, and you mentioned this Claes kid. Is this him?”

Wagner reached around to his desk and pulled a postcard out. It was promoting Claes’ show in Chicago. I collect art. This shit looks pretty fucking nice.

“Fuck. That is him.”

* * *

Harrison didn’t do what Justin told him that night. He just went to his and Jack’s room and climbed into bed and studied. He was uncomfortable with what Justin was telling him to do. Jack did eventually make it to bed, after Harrison had fallen asleep. The next morning they woke up to a passionate round of fucking and Jack went to work , while Harrison went to school.

That day, Justin came looking for Harrison. He wanted to know how things went - and he wanted to plow the boy. Harrison avoided Justin. He didn’t want to disappoint him. He was not sure how to handle all of this, but he knew he’d figure it out. He finally did run into Justin and told him he fell asleep. As promised, Justin denied Harrison any fun.

A few days later, Harrison and Jack were cuddling in bed. Harrison thought he really needed to talk about this stuff with Jack. So, he finally brought it up.

“Jack, are you happy with me, sexually, I mean.”

“Are you joking? Of course I am! I’ve never had better sex in my life! Why would you think otherwise?”

“I don’t know. You’ve told me stories about the wild things you’ve done and I want to do some of those things, but I’m just not comfortable with one thing.”

“You don’t want to abuse me. You don’t want to hurt me.”

“Yes. I just can’t Jack. I don’t want to ‘own’ you, I want to love you. You mean too much to me to treat you badly. I can’t even relate to how that gives you pleasure.”

“I know. It’s strange. I don’t understand it either. I have my own issues. I don’t know why I think I deserve to be abused. Maybe it’s because I’ve had such a rough time finding true love.”

“Wasn’t Joshua a true love?”

“No. Not really. It was all one sided. That’s not true love. Look, Harrison, I don’t want the things I had with other guys with you. I want the things that you and I are going to have together. I want to explore with you. I want to go on journeys with you. I certainly hope there’s some wild times and some crazy, kinky fun, but whatever it is, I want it to be ours. I want it to be something we go through together.”

“You realize, if I were Calista, I’d be crying right now.” Harrison still shed a tear or two as he said that.

“Harrison, I want you to be you. The hot, sexy boy that I picked up in the park. The sweet boy who gave me the fuck of a lifetime. I want you to be whatever you want to be, whatever you are. I love you no matter what and I’m so fucking happy with you. I’m so fucking in love with you, I can’t even describe it.”

“I know I’m young, but I’ve never been happy like this. Ever. I don’t think I could ever be as happy no matter how long I live.”

Jack and Harrison started making out. Harrison eventually climbed on top of Jack and sat up. He looked down at Jack and both of them smiled. Harrison’s giant cock was poking out of his boxers at full attention.

“There are so many things I want to do with you. I want to try it all.”

“We can do that. I would love that.”

“You know, I just have so much fun doing what we do. I don’t feel like I need anything else.”

“That’s fine too. There’s no pressure.”

“Like, we never played in the dildo room, or the play room, or this secret dungeon I’ve yet to see.”

“We can do all of those things…and more.”

Jack and Harrison just sat there quietly for a few minutes, simply enjoying each other’s company. They stared into each other’s eyes, softly giggling at each other as they intertwined their fingers in the air. This is what they both loved. Being with each other. They were so completely bonded to one another, so in love with one another, they didn’t need anything else. They derived such joy from just touching and looking at one another.

After a while, Harrison took one of Jack’s hands and rubbed it against his face. He held it with his hand as he used it to caress his cheek. He gently slid Jack’s fingers over his lips. As Harrison played with Jack’s hand, Jack took his other one and massaged his palm. Jack brought Harrison’s long, slender fingers to his face. He kissed them softly as he rubbed them across his lips. Harrison had now slid Jack’s middle finger into his mouth and was sucking on it, pushing it deep into his throat. It was from Jack that Harrison developed a bit of his own hand fetish. Jack’s was long developed and he regularly demonstrated his love of hands on Harrison. 

They engaged in this erotic little hand play for a while, basically getting themselves worked up for something more intense. Harrison leaned down and kissed Jack. Their tongues danced in their mouths as they pulled each other as close as possible. Harrison slid his body off of Jack’s and positioned himself in between Jack’s legs. Jack spread his legs apart and pulled them back. He could feel Harrison’s hard monster poking at his hole.

Harrison spit on his hand and rubbed it on Jack’s hungry hole. That made it nice and easy for him to push his big member in. Jack moaned as he always did. It was a feeling he loved each and every time. Harrison too loved this feeling of his cock deep inside of Jack. Harrison eased his cock back and pushed it in again. He pulled back a little more each time and thrust himself back in harder with each push. He eventually was pulling his cock completely out of Jack’s thirsty hole and then plunging it back in again. Harrison kept up this rapid, but controlled pace for a while. 

It wasn’t long before Harrison would begin to take control - the kind of control he truly enjoyed. It was control that gave him and Jack immense pleasure. Harrison was thrusting and pounding with all of his might, feeling a wave of hot-blooded passion come over him. It was a wave that seemed to increase in intensity each time he fucked Jack. Harrison was fucking his man at such a frenetic pace that he was dripping with sweat. He was going so hard that his glasses fell off his face - as they frequently do. Jack just let his boy ravage him. This is what he’s always wanted. Not the harsh abuse and pain, but this wild, fervent feeling. This intensity that connected them to one another. Harrison was dominant, he was in control, but it was with love and giving both of them immense pleasure. He was taking Jack for all he could right now, sucking every bit of energy from both of their bodies as he pounded and pounded the man he loved so much. 

These feelings worried Harrison when they first happened. He’d never known them before and felt he was doing something wrong, or bad. He knew now, this was his love for Jack that he was feeling. He eased up a bit on his pace and slowed to a more gentle fucking. He leaned in and kissed Jack some more. As Harrison slowed himself down and kissed Jack, he felt his body pulse and shake. He was going to blast his load deep into his man. He loved breeding Jack. He loved knowing that he was pumping his boy seed into this sexy man that was his. He shot stream after stream into Jack just as Jack shot his own load onto his and Harrison’s stomach.

Jack and Harrison pulled themselves into one another and intertwined their bodies. They kissed a little, caressed each other a little, and soon fell asleep. 

* * *

Alex was unimpressed by Harrison. He hadn’t met Blaze yet. He was pissed at Jack. He hated Justin. He was also unhappy with his situation, having to stay at the mansion while things were sorted out on the streets. Once again, on an otherwise quiet night in the mansion, he wandered away from his space to find food and booze. Jack had stopped stocking his kitchen, so Alex had to find stuff on his own. It’s not like there was a shortage of anything at the mansion. As he wandered the hallways, he ran into Calista who was just returning to their room after class and a therapy appointment. That night, Jack, Harrison and Blaze were out at a fundraising event and Justin was out on a very rare date. Alex was surprised to see Calista and rather than be an asshole immediately, he turned on his charm. He was horny and he saw Calista as a perfect target. 

“Well, missy, who are you?”

“I’m Calista. I’m a fr…” 

Alex interrupted her.  “I don’t give a f-” Alex caught himself and changed his tone. “Um, I mean its nice to meet you Clarissa.”

“Calista, it’s Calista. Who might you be?”

“Alex!” he said as he stuck his hand out.

Calista was uneasy about this situation. She now knew this was the guy she was told to avoid. Despite the fact that she found him incredibly attractive, she knew she should get away as soon as possible.

“Um, nice to meet you Alex. I need to get going. To bed. I have to study and get some sleep. Hopefully I’ll see you soon.”

Alex’s demeanor quickly reverted back to his usual self. He grabbed Calista by the arm.

“Yeah, uh no. You’re not going anywhere, tranny.”

“Hey! Stop, you’re hurting me!”

“This is nothing missy. Don’t fucking fight me, it will only get worse for you.”

Calista was a little taken aback by the angry manner that Alex addressed her and how aggressive he’d become. She was definitely afraid and didn’t know what to do. She remembered what Jack and Justin had said about him, that he was dangerous. 

“Really, please, just let me go!” Calista yelled as she tried to pull away. Her thin, wiry self was no match for the much stronger Alex.

“What the fuck do you think you are, missy?” 

“Nothing that concerns you! Please just leave me alone.”

“How about you come with me to my room and have a joint with me. I think you need to relax.” Alex grabbed Calista tighter and was now dragging her towards his door.

“Please don’t hurt me.” Calista was now in tears. She feared for her safety. She knew there was no way she could fight Alex off. 

“It will be fine little buddy. We’re just gonna have a joint. We need to get to know our house mates, don’t we?" 

Going from the mansion hallway to the servants quarters, where Alex stayed, was like night and day. The mansion was well kept, Alex’s space was not at all. It smelled like pot and dirty clothes. Alex clearly didn’t take care of things. Alex pulled Calista closer. Holding on to her arms, he looked right into her eyes.

“Oh, I am going to have fun with you sissy boy.”

Alex basically carried Calista into his room. He dropped her onto a loveseat in the corner. The loveseat was pretty gross. Calista didn’t even want to know what the stains were, and it smelled stale. It felt like she was out on the streets again.

“Don’t do a fucking thing until I tell you.” Alex barked. 

“Can I please go?” 

“It will be fine, just relax.” 

“This doesn’t feel ‘fine’!” Calista was feeling very nervous and still crying. Alex stormed over. 

“How about you SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. Or I will pummel you!” he screamed right in Calista’s face with his finger pointing right into her chest. Not only did it hurt, Calista was now visibly worried and was doing all she could to stop crying. She just looked helplessly at Alex. She thought maybe she should try to reason with him.

“Hey, dude, maybe we cou…” 

“I’m not your fucking dude. Shut the fuck up.”

Claista just sat in silence. 

Alex brought over a couple of joints that he was rolling and sat next to Calista on the loveseat. 

“So, you think you’re a girl, huh?” He asked as he lit one of the joints and took a long drag. 

Calista was hesitant in responding. She knew he wasn’t interested in a real conversation about this. He was just taunting her. Making fun of her. Alex pushed the joint in her face.

“This will feel a lot better if you get high.”

Calista took the joint and took a small toke off it. She wasn’t much for drugs, but knew she needed to play along at this point. Alex took another deep hit off the joint and dropped it on the floor. He stepped on it to put it out. He then focused his attention on Calista.

Calista sat there whimpering slightly with tears rolling down her face. She just stared at Alex and was so afraid of what was about to happen. She wished she could scream for Blaze, who had always protected her. Alex leaned into Calista and ran his hands over her face. He put his other arm over her shoulders and pulled her in. He was breathing heavily on her face. She could smell his pot breath. 

“I don’t think you’re a girl. You look like a boy to me.” Alex wiped his fingers over Calista’s upper lip. “See, there’s little hairs here. You’re not too sure about this aren’t you. Girl? Boy? Freak? I don’t know what the fuck you are.” 

Alex was turning up the mean on Calista. “You’re pretty ugly actually. I’ll bet you look worse naked.” Calista felt a rush of fear. She looked around to see if she could get away. She knew she couldn’t. She was completely helpless. “Who would fuck you and mean it? Someone actually kisses you? Gross. You’re fucking disgusting.”

Calista felt awful.

Alex jumped up and stepped back. “Stand up!” 

Calista hesitated. “STAND THE FUCK UP!” Calista stood up. She felt woozy from the hit she took and nearly fell over.

“The first thing you are going to remember is you do what I say. Got it?” He pushed his finger into Calista’s chest even harder than before almost causing Calista to lose balance again. 

“Yes Sir.” Calista said pathetically through tears. 

“That’s the first smart thing you said, pussy boy. Now take off your clothes.” 

Calista did as she was told and took her clothes off. 

“Fuck dude!” Alex shouted. “You have got to be one of the skinniest, most worthless pussy boys I’ve ever seen. You’re nothing but fucxking bones!” 

Calista was full on crying at this point. Alex turned and slapped her. Hard. 

“Keep crying, all it does is make me hornier.” 

That was all the confirmation Calista needed to know this was taking a decidedly darker turn. 

“Go to that table and bend over! Stare right into that mirror!” Alex commanded. “I want to be able to watch me fuck you.” 

Calista bent over the table and quietly pleaded with Alex. “Please…please don’t hurt me,” she said with tears and snot running down her face, “I don’t want to do this.”

Alex began to laugh hysterically. “You really think I give a shit what you want, asshole?” Alex tied Calistas’s hands behind her back. Then he tied her feet to each of the legs of the table. The rope was rough and tied way too tightly. Calista just whimpered, “No no no, please no…” 

Alex spit on his hand and rubbed Calista’s hole. He shoved his middle finger in forcefully causing Calista to jump. As he did the rope seemed to tighten even more on her ankles. Alex dropped his pants and exposed his assault weapon. He spit some more on his cock and shoved it mercilessly into Calista’s ass and began pounding her roughly. Calista was in pain from the abrupt opening of her hole and the hard thrusting of her rapist's cock. She stared into the mirror, watching this animal abuse her.

“Yeah, I'm gonna destroy this hole.” Alex shouted as he started to build up a rhythm, fucking this poor girl as viciously as he could. “Yeah, you wanna be a girl? I’ll make you a little bitch!”

Calista just prayed this would end soon that this would be all of the abuse she had to take. Her heart was breaking at what was happening. That for the first time in so long, no one was there to protect her. Her life had finally gotten better. She was in a safe space - at least she thought she was. She was finally able to be herself. And now, this. 

Alex pulled his cock from Calista’s ass. It was covered in filth. Alex didn’t seem to care that he was fucking someone who hadn’t cleaned out for him. He went around to her mouth, pulled her head up by her hair and shoved his filthy cock deep into her throat. He brutally fucked Calista’s face. She just felt more pain as she strained to handle his cock. She gagged and retched, spitting up all kinds of gunk. Alex began to blast his load into Calista’s mouth and then pulled out and shot the rest of it on her face. He patted Calista on the head. “I might like having you around, little pussy boy.”

Calista could barely lift her head. She had cum dripping from her sore mouth. Her throat was throbbing with stabbing pain. Her ass was sore and tingly and felt like it had been ripped apart. She was so uncomfortable bent over the table. She was bruised all over from the rough handling of her attacker. The ropes around her hands and ankles were causing her to bleed slightly. She couldn’t believe that she was fucked by this evil man. She was exhausted and just laid there hoping to be freed soon. Unfortunately, she had to endure a little more humiliation.

Alex sat back on his loveseat and grabbed another joint. He lit it and took another long drag. He blew the smoke into Calista’s face. He leaned back, looking very accomplished, like he’d succeeded at a special mission. He was smiling.

“You are nothing but a little freak. An ugly, worthless fucking freak. All you're good for is taking cock. You shouldn’t even exist.”

Calista was too hurt and beaten down to even cry at this point. She just stared blankly with her mouth slightly open, numb to everything at this point.

Alex got up and wandered off. He came back into the room with a knife. Calista screamed out, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Alex slapped her in the face. “Cutting you loose you fucking idiot.”

Alex cut the ropes, freeing Calista from her bondage. He slapped her on the ass. “You can get the fuck out of here now. And do it quickly. I’m done with you until tomorrow.” He snapped as he walked toward the bathroom.

Calista could barely stand up but she managed to get up and grab her clothes and she went to the door without even getting dressed. 

“Hey cunt boy, wait…” Alex called to her, “don’t fucking say a word to anyone or I will really make you suffer. I fucking mean it.”

She sighed as she opened the door and left. She ran as fast as she could to her room, dropping her shoes in the process. Once she got to her room, she closed and locked the door and immediately jumped in the shower. She desperately scrubbed herself, trying to rid herself of any of the stink of what had just happened. As she dried herself off, she looked in the mirror and saw the bruises on her body. She burst into tears and ran to her bed, burying herself under a mound of comforters and covers. Calista curled up into a ball and just stared into space, sobbing and shaking.

* * *

The date Justin was on turned out like most of them, bad. Justin was hard for boys to connect with. Outwardly, he came off pretty gay. His appearance and mannerisms gave many boys the wrong impression. They envisioned him as a fem boy and a bottom. When they discover that he is a strong personality and is even stronger physically, they don’t like it. They are always surprised to find out that he's a rough, dominant top. His date that night, a handsome, masculine, ‘bro’ type of guy, was expecting to take Justin home and fuck him. That wasn’t going to happen. When they went back to his apartment, things didn’t go well, so Justin left.

Feeling a little lonely, Justin went upstairs to Calista’s room. He thought he could chill with her for a little while and maybe even cuddle. Justin prided himself on being a loner, but sometimes he needed a little love.

As soon as Justin got to the top of the stairs, he felt something was wrong. He walked toward Calista’s door and saw a few drops of blood on the floor. He looked down the hall and saw her shoes not far from the door that leads to the servant’s quarters. He became furious. He was ready to go beat Alex into oblivion, but realized he should check on Calista first.

Her door was locked and she didn’t answer. He ran to his room to get his keys and opened her door. 

“Calista! Are you here? Are you ok?”

She didn’t respond, but he heard her sobbing. He went right to her bed and pulled the covers back. She was lying there, naked and bruised, crying and shaking. She flinched when Justin leaned in to her.

“Fuck, What happened? Are you ok? Calista?”

“Nothing.” Her voice was barely audible. She pulled a sheet over her head again. “Go away.”

“Oh, no. I’m not going anywhere, little girl. I’m going to go get you some tea and probably a little bourbon. When I come back, you’re going to tell me what Alex did to you. I have a feeling I already know.”

Justin went off to the kitchen. He was so angry, his hands were shaking. He knew he had to control himself, for the moment. He texted Jack and told him that he might think about coming home. He didn’t respond when Jack asked why. 

Calista sat up in bed. She knew she wasn’t going to get away with not telling anyone anything. She trusted Justin and felt comfortable around him. She knew he’d take good care of her. Justin came back with a hot toddy. She felt much better after drinking a few sips.

“That guy you all warned me about. Alex. He attacked me. It was awful.”

Calista went about telling the horrible story about what happened that night. She shared as much of the horror as she could without going into shock all over again. Justin was able to figure out the rest. He pulled Calista close to him and held her gently.

“I’m so sorry we didn’t protect you from him. I didn’t think he'd fallen this far. I’m going to fucking break him in half.”

The calmness in Justin’s voice scared Calista a little. She could tell he was serious.

“Just stay with me, please.”

About half an hour later, Jack and the boys came rushing up the stairs. They rushed into Calista’s room.

“What the fuck is going on?” Jack demanded.

“Calista! What happened?” Harrison yelled as he and Blaze ran over to her. They jumped into bed and comforted her while she cried.

Justin walked Jack out of the room.

“That fucking monster that you won’t kick the fuck out did this to her. I won’t even say the word, but let me fucking tell you, it was bad. She’s a mess. A fucking mess. If you don’t let me deal with him right the fuck now, I’m done with you, Jack. All the stupid shit you do man, all of it. Your twisted fucking bullshit. It only hurts you. It only makes you suffer. Now look at that poor girl! You fucking saved her life so she could come into this?”

Justin was trembling. He was beyond upset. Jack had never seen him like this. He, too, was infuriated. He was also feeling terribly guilty. He knew he bore some blame here.

“Ok. You’re right. You’ve been right all along. We’re going to deal with this now. Right now. Give me a minute.”

Jack went to Calista’s bedside. He was shattered. He put his arm around her.

“Look, Calista, I am so sorry. I should never have let this happen to you. I let you down. I let all of you down. This was supposed to be a safe place for you to live the lives you deserve and instead this happened. I don’t know what to say, but I’m going to fix this. Justin and I are going to fix this - well, at least the part we can fix immediately. I’m so sorry. I love you. I love all of you. I will do everything I can to make this up to you.”

“Jack, it’s ok. You didn’t do this. You didn’t let me down. I still love you. I’ll be ok. I have my family here. That’s all I need.” Calista reached over to Jack and gave him a big hug. She whispered in his ear “please make it hurt.”

“Oh, I will. Don’t worry about that.”

“I’m coming too. That fucking loser needs a taste of this.” Blaze growled.

“No, you…”

“Fuck that Jack. I’ve been taking care of her long before you showed up.”

“Ok! Ok! Harrison, will you stay with her?”

“Of course. Be careful boys.”

The three angry men stormed into the servant’s quarters. There was loud music playing and smoke lingering in the air. Alex was severely baked when they got to him. 

“Hey duuuudes! You here to party? Light one up!”

Justin lunged forward. Jack held his hand up and held him back. He went and sat next to Alex. Justin and Blaze hovered over them.

“Alex, how was your night?”

“Fuckin’ wild man. I banged that sissy boy. Nice tight ass. Or is it a cunt?”

“Wow. You’re not even trying to hide anything. You’re such a fucking idiot.”

“Fuck you, Jack. Don’t harsh my buzz.”

“I’m going to do a lot more than harsh your buzz, asshole. I have given you everything you could ever need. You never had to work. You had a nice house. A nice truck. Everything. I asked for nothing. You have treated me like shit. I don’t care about me, I deserve it. But you fucked with the wrong person.” Jack was very calm in his diatribe. He leaned in closely and focused intently on Alex. “I want you out of here right the fuck now. Do you hear me? Just pick up and leave. Walk away while you can. If you don’t, this is going to be very painful.”

Alex jumped up and pushed Jack. Since he was so stoned, he almost fell over. 

“Fuck off, you sick fuck. I ain’t going anywhere. Get the fuck out of my face.”

“Ok, you made your decision. Justin…” Jack motioned to Justin who then grabbed Alex from behind. 

Jack was not much for inflicting pain on others, he was more accustomed to having it inflicted on him. However, at this moment, he took a few shots at Alex. Once he was done, he left Justin and Blaze to finish the job. He told them to not go too far, but to definitely make sure Alex remembers this moment for a long time. 

“When you’re done entertaining yourselves, drive him downtown. Drop him off in Metcalfe Park. Let’s see how tough he is there. The clothes on his back are all that he leaves with. Bye Alex! Have fun back on the streets.”

“Hey! I’m sorry man! Jack! Please! Don’t fucking do this! I’ll get it together man! I can’t go back out there! DUDE!! Fuck!!”

For a moment, Jack felt bad. At one time, despite how he was treated, he kind of liked Alex. He saw potential in him. He thought he could be a successful artist. He knew he was sentencing Alex to a potentially dangerous fate, but he also knew he couldn’t let him abuse his generosity or his new family anymore.

* * *

It was pretty late and a very nice night. Jack took Harrison and Calista out to the beach house on the lake. He texted the boys and let them know where they all were. They built a bonfire and hung out on the beach. It was a nice way for everyone to relax. They sat around and talked and drank. It took the edge off of an otherwise dreadful night. 

Hours later, Justin and Blaze finally returned.

“That took longer than I thought,” Jack inquired.

“We, um, decided he hadn’t suffered enough.” Justin smirked.

Blaze just started to laugh, “his ass is going to be really sore for a few days!”

“Jesus Christ. Well, I hope it was fun.”

“It kinda was.” Justin laughed as well. He and Blaze high fived. This was clearly a bonding moment for them.

“Ok, you hornballs, come over here and hug me - carefully! It still hurts.”

Jack smiled at everyone, seeming to have a good time again. He got up and walked away for a few moments. He wandered over to the lake and sat in the sand. Harrison went over and wrapped his arms around Jack.

“Hey sexy man, you ok?”

“I think so.”