Chrysalis Part 2--Chapter 5
This story is about a young man's quest to fix a major birth defect--he was born without a penis. On his quest he meets his soul mate and many other soon to be friends.
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Chapter 5--Slugger at Slackers
As was what was becoming a routine, Tom met Chris at the deli for breakfast.
"I need to apologize for Toby's behavior last night. The sinus medicine really wacked him." Chris could tell that Tom was not saying everything. Tom tried to lighten the tone by adding, "It sure made the sex great."
"Glad you at least had some enjoyment. I will no longer go out with you and Toby." Chris waited to see Tom try to argue that Chris was not being fair.
"I understand." Chris hated seeing Tom so distressed and so emotionally drawn, but there was little he could do. He could not change Toby or Tom. "Did Juan spend the night?"
Cautiously, Chris said, "Yes." He waited for an outburst from Tom, nothing came.
"Good, Chris am happy for you." Tom looked at Chris, who expected a but. "I really am. I was a selfish ass. You need your own life; I just don't want to lose you in mine. I was very afraid that I would and so tried to hold you tighter which drove you further away. I want you in my life, as a friend, even if it is only for breakfast each day. I want you to share what you are doing." Tom paused, "Not the creepy sharing of intimate details, but the things that interest you and make you happy."
"I received a text message from my sister." Tom brightened with a smile. "She is coming to New York the end of May on a class trip. "We're planning some time together."
"Can I join you, if it is okay?" Tom enthusiastically asked.
"Of course, she is expecting it." Chris smiled feeling some of the old Tom back.
After idle chatter about his sister and Ariel's opening, Chris cautiously asked, "Are you in love with Toby?"
"No," Tom quickly replied. "Don't get me wrong, I like Toby a lot. I consider him a friend. and the sex is phenomenal. If he left my life tomorrow, I would miss him but I would not be devastated."
"I think he loves you." Although Chris said the words, he was not sure it was true. If Chris were honest, he would have told Tom that Toby was manipulative and using Tom.
Tom paused to consider that. He reviewed Toby's actions over the two years Tom has known him. "No, Toby does not love me. He needs me. I am an anchor and a sure thing. His sex life is quixotic; he sees a man he likes; he beds him or them. Sunday, he wanted Donny. Donny was more interested in me. Toby was the link. We all got what we wanted."
"You wanted Donny?"
"Not particularly, I was horny; he was available. You know how it can go." Chris nodded. "How is it with you and Juan: lust, love, or convenience?"
"We are not sure. We've had the lust and the convenience. The love takes time. Don't get me wrong. It has been fun. Juan is kind, considerate, smart, and sexually curious."
Tom smirked at Chris, "Want some of my sex toys?"
Stella came up and put a plate of French toast, sausage, coffee and juice in front of Tom. "I just assumed you wanted the usual." She put her hands on her hips and smiled at Tom and then Chris. Chris was sure she heard the part about sex toys.
"Thanks," Tom said as he pulled the plate closer to him. He looked up at Stella, "Am I this predictable?" Tom gestured at his plate.
"Absolutely," She smiled and patted Tom's shoulder. "but I like that. It makes my job easier." She turned and left the two men, chuckling to herself.
Tom cut into his French toast, syrup dripping on the plate, and began going over the day's schedule visiting the Garment District. The day should be fun.
That morning, Chris and Tom toured several designer studios. In a couple, he was asked to try on a few rags. Tom said if they liked how he looked in the clothes, they might ask for his services for print or runway work. Chris played charming, flirty, and sexy. After a casual lunch at a Chinese restaurant, Chris added more names and numbers to his contact list. Tom dropped Chris off at Slacker Clothing, LTD. It specialized in very casual clothes: oversized jeans and shirts, very trendy. There were faint rumors about the place, but it was fashion and rumors was part of the business.
Tom introduced Chris to Maureen, the receptionist, and left. Chris sat in the waiting area watching the employees in loose jeans that reminded Chris of clown pants. The employees barely looked at him, and when they did, it was only a quick glance. The place was not happy like the ones he visited before. Except for Maureen, most of the employees were male, which Chris did not think odd since the clothing was primarily designed for younger men.
Maureen would occasionally look up at him and give a tentative smile. After about five minutes she shyly looked up and asked, "Are you gay?"
Chris thought that the answer was none of her business, but he said, "Yes"
"That's good because Mr. Duncan prefers to hire gay men."
"Why?" Chris asked, but before she could answer a short, squat man interrupted, "You must be Chris Wentworth, Stu's new golden boy." Chris rose to shake his hand, but Mr. Duncan just proceeded to walk around Chris like judging a prize rooster. "Come on back to my office." He gestured toward the hall and then placed a hand on the small of Chris's back to guide him.
"The office was nothing special. The desk was old; the chairs politely called vintage. The room smelled off, like a boy's gym. Mr. Duncan pointed Chris to a chair across from the desk, but Mr. Duncan, leaned back against the desk just a few feet in front of Chris. "So boy, how are you liking New York? I hear you came from Chicago."
"Yes, Mr. Duncan, I arrived last Friday. I seem to be adjusting reasonably well."
"Finding any action yet?"
"No sir, I have not had much time to explore the city."
"Please don't be formal. Call me Dennis. You're gay right?"
"Yes, but I don't see how that is relevant."
"I like to hire gay men because they project more attitude than straight men. That edginess is part of our design."
"Yes I noticed many of your employees wear them. The clothes do make that statement."
"I require all employees to wear them. It is promotion. That's what the business is about."
"Do you design the clothes?"
"Nay, not that talented. I'm just do the promotions and am general manager." He paused to eye Chris like a tiger does raw meat. "What's Tom told you about this business?"
"Not much. I've spent most of the week in photo shoots and talking to advertising people."
"You and Tom." Dennis took one hand and formed a circle then with the index finger of the other poked in and out of the circle. He gave Chris a creepy leer.
"I assume you mean are Tom and I having sex. I think that is none of your business, but the answer is no."
"I don't care if you are or not. No skin off of my dick." Dennis leaned forward. "You do understand the little secret about to succeed in this business?"
"I'm afraid not." Chris tried to move further back in the chair.
"Let me tell you. You've got to fuck your way in." Chris swallowed. "I don't want to be crass, but you need to let the controllers of destiny fuck you in the ass, and you need to squeal with pleasure."
"That has not been my experience."
"Sadly, it is true, however." Dennis shook his head then smirked, "and I am one of the controllers." Dennis unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. Chris rose to leave, but Dennis shoved him back in the chair. "If you want to ever work in this town, you need to start by blowing me. And if you are good, I'll fuck you." He smiled at Chris. It was a kind benevolent smile that said you will do this because I demand it.
Chris managed to stand shoving Dennis's hand aside. "I'm not going to blow you, and I will not be fucked by you if you know what is good for you." The look in Dennis's eyes did not change, and the groping of Chris's ass did not stop. "I said no. I am leaving now." Chris managed to get behind the chair with Dennis in front.
"You are not going anywhere you faggot. You are just a cock tease and want me to beg. You'll get on your knees and suck. And if you are really good, I'll let you stay working on this island."
"I said no. And you cannot stop me from leaving." Chris was yelling at this point and making his way toward the door. He fumbled to open it, but it was locked. Chris thought desperately for a delay. "You know I'm a minor."
Dennis stopped and stared at Chris and laughed, "What the fuck do I care. I own this business. I've fucked twelve-year-olds into the ground, so you expect some scrawny seventeen-year-old to stop me. You know all you faggots are the same and all want the same thing." He took his penis and started shaking it. "You know you cannot resist any dick, pervert."
Chris had managed to unlock the door and open it when Dennis came charging toward him. "You touch me," Chris warned, "I will hurt you."
Dennis grabbed Chris, ripping his sweater. Chris wound his arm back, his fist hit Dennis in the nose. Chris turned and walked out to Dennis screaming, "I will have you arrested for assault. You will never work again."
"If you do, beware of the attempted rape charge" Chris tossed angrily over his should as he left the office. Maureen and several other employees were in the waiting area and the hall, heads down. No one tried to stop him.
By the time Chris hit the ground floor, Chris had calmed some. He looked at the torn sweater, Shit, I just bought this. He hit the street and headed toward Macy's to find Tom. Chris had met several men like Dennis Duncan on the street; he just never expected it from an executive in New York. He sighed; Asses are everywhere.
He met Tom on the street heading toward Slackers. "What's wrong?" Tom asked when he just looked at Chris's face. "What happened to your sweater?"
"That bastard at Sluggard tried to rape me, so I decked him."
Tom put an arm around Chris and pulled him into an alleyway. "Your safe now. Take a deep breath and tell me."
"That bastard, Dennis Duncan, came onto in his office. Pulled out his dick and told me to suck it. I refused. He threatened to ruin my career if I didn't. I continued to say no, I really did. When I finally managed to get to the door and unlock it, he grabbed my sweater trying to pull me back into his office. I hit him a good one and left." Tears flooded Chris's eyes; Tom pulled him into a firm embrace, head onto Tom's chest.
"You are safe now. It is okay. It is okay."
Chris pulled himself firm, drying his eyes on the sleeve of the sweater, and laughed. "His cock was like a three-week-old hot dog left out in the sun."
Tom laughed too. Gently taking his hand he said, "Let's go home."
Once Tom had Chris safely home, Chris went directly into the bathroom. Chris came out feeling better, Tom said he would be back in a few if he would be okay alone. Chris nodded.
Chris collapsed on the sofa lost in a fog. Chris heard someone at the door but didn't turn to look. Benjie sat beside him and held Chris's hand. "You okay." Chris nodded. "You are a celebrity on local news," Benjie said. Chris looked at him curious. "Someone had their cell cam on. Got the bastard saying how he abused children, and even better, you decking him when he tried to pull you back into the office. His scraggly dick flopping like a flounder." Chris smiled. "Of course, your face was blacked out, victim of sexual assault." Benjie moved closer, putting an arm around Chris. "You are a fucking hero, the way you stood up to that bastard. I am proud knowing you." Chris thought he would cry again.
"I don't feel like one. When I think what he was pressuring me to do, and all the other poor bastard who were afraid to say anything. I got really pissed off."
There was another knock on the door. Chris was too tired to answer so he just yelled, "Open, come in."
Two police officers entered and stood in front of Chris. "Mr. Wentworth, I'm Officer O'Neil and this is Officer Donaldson. We would like a statement, if you feel up to it."
"Great, now I get charged with assault."
"No, sir." Officer O'Neil smiled. Chris looked up and saw humor on the officer's face. "We are here to get your statement about the sexual assault you suffered this afternoon."
"No charges against me?" Chris eyed the two officers looking for a catch. "I did clock the guy pretty good."
"Yes, you did sir." This was Donaldson speaking. "But from the eyewitness reports and the video, it was self-defense. He attached you first." Officer Donaldson squatted down to be eye level with Chris. "Off the record. You should have kicked him in the balls too." Chris laughed and then realized how soft blue the officer's eyes were.
"Were you injured?" O'Neil asked.
"Just my sweater and my ego. I knew he was a scumbag when I saw him in the waiting room. I've met too many men who think just because I'm gay that I want every dick."
Donaldson smiled, "I hear that." Chris gave Donaldson face a careful scrutiny and was rewarded with a wink.
The officers were just finishing up, when Tom returned with arms full of Italian food. They pulled Tom aside and suggested that someone stay with Chris tonight. At the door O'Neil said, "Good night Mr. Wentworth. We want to thank you for your time and your service for exposing that pervert. If we need more information, we will contact you." They left quietly closing the door.
"What is all that?" Chris pointed to the mounds of food on the dining room table.
"I figured you might need some comfort food, and for me, that's Italian. Benjie, please join us." Tom's phone rang, "Stu, need to take this. Start without me." Tom slipped outside the door.
"Chris, Oh Chris, baby, are you okay" Juan flung himself at Chris, shoving Benjie out of the way and almost upsetting Chris's manicotti. Juan was panting and almost out of breath. "I saw it on the news. They didn't give your name or show your face, but I recognized the sweater from this morning. "Are you hurt? Is there anything I can get you?" Each word staccato between gasps for air.
Chris put an arm on Juan's shoulder and gently pushed him onto the sofa. "Did you run all the way here?"
"Yeah." Juan slowly regained his breath. "Watching TV with my ma and brothers and sister. Saw the sweater, screamed `That's Chris's', I jumped the sofa and ran. Never ran so hard, so scared."
Chris gathered Juan into a gentle kiss on the lips. "I'm doing fine. Ripped sweater was the only damage. It was a new sweater too." Juan did not say anything, just snuggled into Chris like a child's teddy bear.
"Just got off the phone with Stu," Tom broke the tableau. "He and everyone there is livid. They had to physically restrain Miriam from hoping a plane and beating Duncan's ass." That elicited a chuckle from Chris, "I assured him that you were fine and the police were handling the situation." Tom pulled one of the easy chairs over beside of Chris. "I also got a call from Cynthia. She would like to see you in her office tomorrow."
"That can't be good," moaned Chris.
"She didn't say what it was about, but she didn't sound angry."
Chris's phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and whispered to Tom, "Slacker." Tom mouthed answer it.
"Hello," Chris was tentative.
"Hi Chris? this is Maureen from Slacker; I got your phone number from Dennis's contact book. I hope you don't mind me calling." She sounded unsure and afraid.
"No, it is okay." Chris responded, still cautious.
"Everyone here wants to make sure you are okay."
"No damage to me, thanks for asking."
"Everyone wants to thank you for slugging the bastard. I worked that place for six months and suspected something was going on but no one would say anything. Most of the guys rigorously avoided Dennis. If he caught them alone, he would demand sex. They were cowards and afraid of what he might do if they told anyone." Maureen paused trying to control her anger. "One had the nerve to tell me, after all the shit went down, that he considered it `just one of the hazards of the job'. Can you believe that Chris, getting your ass plugged a job hazard. I am proud you stood up to that son of a bitch. At least you had the balls." Chris hit Tom's hand to stop the snicker. "After the police arrested him, they searched his office. They found dozens of pictures of him with young boys, I mean fucking young boys. If I knew that fucking shit was happening behind his fucking door, his fucking balls would be in my grandma's meat grinder. Let him fuck that." Maureen paused taking a deep breath. "I guess I am a little, no a lot, worked up about it."
"I agree with everything you said Maureen," Chris then asked, "Who took the video? You know it made the news."
"Don't know. We heard you telling Dennis the Perv `no' repeatedly and his insisting that it meant the end of your career. We knew that you were not going to cave, so we had our phones on to record the fallout and maybe pressure the owner of the company to make a change. I'm not sure now what will happen to the company, I really like the people I work with, except one--the boss."
"Hi Maureen, This is Tom Greenwood, Chris's friend from today."
"Hi Mr. Greenwood. I am so sorry what happened to Chris." It sounded like she was starting to cry.
"Thank you Maureen for your concern, but Chris is one very tough cookie and has survived worse." Juan gave Chris a quick look. "I talked to Chris's boss Stu a little while ago. He was in contact with the designer, who was appalled. Mr. Stigniski, will be in tomorrow at 9:00 to discuss the issue and plan for a better future."
"Thanks, Mr. Greenwood. I'm still at work. I was to upset to leave. I will message everyone to be here at nine. I also think the police will be in most of tomorrow too. What a mess."
"It is," chimed in Chris, "but it is getting better."
"Yeah, it will," Maureen concurred. "I am very happy that you are okay. I've got to run. Maybe you will stop in sometime and say hi?"
"I would love to see you and meet the other people. You take care." Chris ended the call. "Now if everyone will back off, I'm hungry and want to finish eating."
Since most of the food was cold, Tom and Juan manned the microwave. As one family, they all sat at the dining room table sharing Chianti, even Benjie, although Tom pretended not to notice.
"This is my first diner at my table." Chris said. "Not as formal as I would like, but the company is first class." Glasses were raised.
After the dishes were washed and the food put away in the refrigerator and Benjie departed to tell Stan and Stella that Chris was fine, Chris, Juan and Tom sat quietly. Sipping a cognac Tom brought. Chris gave a large yawn. "Time for me to head home," Tom said. "Will you stay the night with him, Juan." Juan nodded. "Goodnight Chris, see you in the morning." Chris waved, too tired to talk. As the door closed behind Tom, Chris wished that it were Tom that was staying.