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CHAPTER 17
(1)
"Damned fool!" Rogers Ames said. His voice was very loud, and very angry. He slammed a fist down on his desk.
"Sir, did you call?" The voice of a young boy came from outside the office door.
"No, but come in here anyway." Ames said. He walked around his home office with a quick pace.
The boy, around fourteen, entered the room slowly. He wore only the accepted uniform, a pair of Speedos. He was allowed to use whatever color he liked each day though. One of the few choices his foster father had allowed him. He wasn't afraid of Mr. Ames most of the time. The man was actually very nice to him as well as to the other boys who lived in the large mansion. It was only when his son, Clay, did something to piss him off that the man became hard to be around.
"That damned fool has finally screwed up big. Not only did he get shot by some obsessed, love struck boy, his operation was discovered by the police who came to the scene. Plus, oh, I love this one, there was another boy there who the police questioned extensively. My friend, Officer Grant, called to tell me the boy had spilled a great deal of information, plus got another of my son's discoveries to spill his guts."
"Oh, man." The boy said.
"Yes, well, that is a bit of an understatement." Ames said. His voice laced with sarcasm. He looked at the boy across the room. Jerry was one of his favorites, the first he had taken in when his parents abandoned him because of his chosen or born to lifestyle. He didn't care which it was. Gay boys made him money. Gay boys were easier to be with than complaining pain in the ass women or girls. Boys, enjoyed the attention and affection he gave, and they did what he wanted of them, almost always without question.
Jerry looked at Roger Ames with fear. He hoped the man wouldn't going to get angry with him.
"Jerry, son, come here." Ames said. He sat back down at his desk and relaxed into the leather upholstery of the over priced chair. "I'm not mad at you. Come on, no need to be scared." He smiled at the boy to reassure him.
Jerry smiled back. He walked over to his guardian on bare feet and stood before him.
"You are such a good boy. So much better than Clay ever was." Ames patted his left knee. "Sit." He requested.
Jerry moved his five foot four inch body onto the man's knee. He liked when Ames held him, and touched him.
Roger Ames placed his right hand on the boy's Speedo covered crotch, feeling the growing cock beneath. He ran his fingers along it's shape. The boy was growing in so many ways. When the boy had been brought to him by one of his talent scouts he had been twelve, hungry and very needy, with a small, painfully thin body.
"What are you going to do?" Jerry asked as he laid his head against the big man's shoulder, enjoying the stimulation from the man's working of his penis through the cloth.
"Now, or in general?" Ames asked lovingly.
"Both, I guess. I can call Mr Paul if you like." The boy said. He thought about the very large black man that Mr. Ames kept on retainer to eliminate problems with all due prejudice.
"Hmm, interesting idea. I can't get to Clay at the moment but I can get to those pint size loud mouths. Smart thinking, Jerry." Ames said with a smile. "Right now, I want something else though." He brought his moth to the boy's and kissed him, slipping his tongue into Jerry's mouth. He pulled away after several moment and looked closely at his boy.
"Yes. Sir." Jerry said. He returned the smile and knew exactly what he was supposed to do. He stood up and went to his knees on the thick blue carpet.
Ames unzipped his slacks and lifted his butt slightly, letting the boy move the pants down his legs to the floor. He relaxed his head against the back of the chair and closed his eyes.
Jerry moved into position, taking the eight inch cock into his mouth, working the girth that nearly stretched his lips into painful contours. He could taste the sweat as well as the thick man musk on the man's flesh and he loved it.
"Mr. Paul. Such a smart boy, you are Jerry." Ames said as he enjoyed the oral talents of his young ward.
(2)
The conversation with the detectives lasted for hours. The boys had told their stories over and over again, with the exception of Adam, who remained silent the whole time and was not mentioned in any way being involved with the nastiness at hand. If they didn't know about her son now, they didn't need to find out.
Francine had served coffee throughout the discussions which she insisted on being allowed to be a part of. Jesse was her responsibility and now it looked like Tommy would be as well. She still had to worry about how in the name of God, she would be bale to raise three gay teenage boys on her own.
The detectives left after three hours and Francine shut and locked the door behind them. She let out the deep breath she had been holding in, worried that they were going to take Tommy, Jesse, or both of them away when they left.
"Damn." Tommy said. "What now?"
"I don't know, man." Jesse replied. "I guess we just have to wait and see if Clay lives or not. If he does, I guess we'll have to go to court. If not, then the deal will probably be over with for us since we don't know who Clay's supposed father actually was and very little about the man."
"Let's hope." Francine said as she padded back into the kitchen in her robe and bunny slippers. She had wanted to go back upstairs and change but there had never been any time. "I know it's a horrible thing to say, but I hope that man does die. Not just because of what he has been doing to you boys, but because he deserves it." She leaned her back against the breakfast counter.
"I don't know if he does deserve it, Mrs. C." Tommy said. "Clay's not a bad guy, not really. He did what he thought he had to do. His father, or whoever the man was, had such a tight hold on him for so many years. That had to have some effect on his mind." Tommy still couldn't believe that he wanted to defend Clay, but he did. Rationally he knew Clay had done bad things and deserved to be punished, but not to die, not for something he probably never wanted a part of to begin with.
"He could have walked away when he turned eighteen. Hell, he could have walked away before that and reported the man to the authorities." Francine Conner snapped. She hadn't meant to be so harsh but she was tired of hearing anything in defense of that man. As far as she was concerned he was as much a part of it as his father because he hadn't left, just because he hadn't had the courage to leave didn't mean a damn to her.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. C." Tommy said. He didn't want her to be mad at him. It wasn't that he was afraid she would change her mind about him staying with them but that she was finally warming to him and he didn't want that to stop.
"Honey, I'm not mad at you. There is just so much going on in my heard right now. I am so damn scared that things are going to explode. This is exactly what my father in law would use as ammunition in a custody case to get Adam away from me."
Adam looked at his mother, his face a show of emotion, mostly fear. "He couldn't. Could he?"
"I don't know, baby. I hope not. I'll fight the bastard tooth and nail before I would give you up to anyone. I'd die before letting him take you." She looked at the three boys. "I guess we are all in this for the long hall, guys. You stand with me, and I'll stand with you." Francine said. Her determination strong within her.
"I`m wiped." Jesse said. He stood up and pushed his chair under the table. "I'm going to grab a nap if that's cool."
"Sure, hon, go ahead. Adam, I want to talk with you for a bit in private." She said.
Jesse kissed Adam on the mouth, just a quick peck, and he was off to bed.
"I'm going to go for a walk." Tommy said as he stood up.
"Don't go far, okay? I really wish you wouldn't leave the house this weekend. Any of you. We don't now what that man's father would do or order to have done."
"Shit, I didn't think about that. I guess I'll just go watch TV in the den." Tommy said.
"Thanks, hon." Francine said.
Tommy walked out of the kitchen, pulling the swinging door closed behind him.
(3)
"Harry? It's Roger Ames. I need you for a job."
"Glad to hear it, Mr. Ames." Harry Paul said. He leaned back in his Lazy Boy cradling the phone with his right shoulder. "What have you got on tap?"
"Can you make it over here in the next hour?" Ames asked. He looked over to the couch where Jerry was jacking himself off. If he'd had time he would have given the boy a blowjob but he wanted to get Paul on the job as quickly as possible after he shot his own load. That boy was one hell of a great cock sucker, far better than Clay had ever been. Shit, Jerry was better at everything than Clay. He watched the boy tense as his cock spewed spunk in long spurts on his smooth chest. If he'd allowed it, Jerry would be a huge star, but he wouldn't do it. Jerry was his. Not for public enjoyment in any way, shape of form.
"I think I can manage that. Is this going to be an away trip or local?"
"Local." Ames replied. His eyes moved over Jerry's body as the boy used his Speedo to clean himself up.
"I'll be there in half an hour or so." Harry Paul said. He hung up the phone and hit the volume button on the TV remote. His eyes had never left the screen as he talked with Roger Ames. He watched as the two boys engaged in a sixty nine position. He loved watching the old tapes of Clay and who ever he was with for a scene. The boy had always been a favorite of his because there were few boys in Ames' stable that could take his eleven inch cock, with it's girth of a solid four plus inches around. It had been a bad day for him when Clay said he wouldn't do it any more. That he was going into a new business and a new life. That had been the last he'd seen of the young man.
The black man jacked his cock with long firm jerks, barely raising his hips from the recliner. He wondered if there was a way he could get Clay to spread his legs again. Ames had said that he should feel free to just take what he wanted from any of the boys but that wasn't his style. He wanted the boy's to want his giant black cock, not have it forced in them. He continued his pace for several minutes as he watched a well hung black teen shove his bare cock into Clay's inviting hole. A few strokes later, Harry's load erupted in long, thick ropes across his muscled abs and chest. He sighed with pleasure and reached for the cum rag on the coffee table. Time to get up and go to work.
(4)
Adam walked into the bedroom. His mind going over what his mother had told him about his grandfather and what they were going to face if the old man found about any of this. It would be bad enough keeping the fact that he was gay from becoming an issue if the man decided to fight as he threatened on so many occasions.
Jesse lay sleeping on the bed, still dressed as he had been that morning. Adam walked to the bed and got as close to his lover as he could without waking him. He prayed that they would never be separated.
Downstairs, Tommy watched a re-run of I Love Lucy without really paying it much attention. His mind was too far away, thinking about his past, his present, and sadly, his future. The future part worried him the most because of the things he had done in his past. How could he even consider to get Jesse and Adam involved and further in his troubles? If Clay's old man decided to have him knocked off, he'd probably order Jesse killed as well. That is if Phillip didn't get to either of them before the old man's goons could.
(5)
Phillip sat in his truck watching the Conner house. He'd decided to drive back into town but wasn't sure why. His head was still cloudy about what he was supposed to do. He remembered the gun under the passenger seat but wasn't sure who he was suppose to use it on. Most of the last day seemed to be like an old movie he'd watched when he was a kid. He wondered when the last time he knew what he was doing could have been. It seemed like forever ago that he felt in control.
The ideas of driving the truck off into the lake had been floating through his mind a lot in the last few hours. That was one of the reasons he had left his refuge. He didn't know how long he could resist that urge. There was just too much that needed doing yet.
He heard a noise and looked up. Darkness was beginning to settle in over the quiet neighborhood. He watched Tommy walk out the front door of the Conner house and walk away, acting as though he expected to be shot to death if he was noticed. The temptation was very strong to do just that. Shoot him and have one less witness to deal with later. No, his mind yelled within his head. It's not time yet. Wait for the moment. The time when all three targets were in one place and make a clean sweep.
Phillips didn't know why he was suppose to kill Tommy. It certainly didn't matter about him being a witness now. Everybody knew who had shot Clay because it was on the front page of the morning paper. The shooting, the studio in back of the comic shop, and all the master tapes that the police had seized. There were no secrets left to try and keep. He knew he would have to do what he was told. Do it or be driven slowly insane.
(6)
Tommy made sure that Adam and Jesse were sleeping, and that Mrs. C was at work in her upstairs office, before sneaking out of the house. The only place he could think of to hide would be at Ryan's house. Nobody knew of a connection between him and Ryan Little. He hoped that Ryan's guardian, Greg would let him stay there. No matter what happened, he didn't want Jesse, Adam or his mother to die because he led his friend into a terrible situation. It was all his fault and now he had to find a way to make things better.
He reached the gas station two blocks away without attracting attention to himself. Once inside the phone booth, he dialed the number Ryan had given him.
"Hello?" A man's deep voice met his ear.
"Is Ryan available?" Tommy asked.
"One moment." The man replied.
Tommy heard the click as the receiver was placed on a table or something. He could hear distant voices through his own hand set.
"Hello?" Ryan asked. He had been helping his brother, Harry with homework so they could play.
"It's Tommy. Dude, I need help. Bad." Tommy said, nearly whispering.
"Shit, man. I saw the paper this morning." Ryan said.
"Me too. I need a place to hide where nobody will have an idea how to find me. I can't let Jesse and the Conners' take any heat. I got them into this pile of shit, I have to get them back out again without risking their lives."
"Fuck, man. Just come over here. At worst, we can hide you in Greg's office playroom. There's a hidden door to it and nobody would know it was even there."
"Thanks, man. I'm going to be a while walking there."
"No way, dude. Just tell me where you are. Me and Greg'll pick you up."
Tommy told the boy where he was and that he would find a hiding place where he could watch for the suburban. They spoke a few more seconds before disconnecting.
Tommy replaced the receiver and went in search of a hiding place with good visuals of the parking lot.
(7)
Phillip had followed Tommy at a distance, watched him make a phone call, then sneak across the street to the arcade. He decided to sit and watch to see who might show up next.
(8)
The big Suburban pulled into the parking lot of the convenience store. Nobody got out or moved close to the SUV.
Tommy waited for a minute before leaving his hiding place behind the abandon Dairy Queen across the street. He crossed the quiet street and went to the truck. A back door opened as he reached to open it. He climbed in quickly and pulled the door shut behind him.
Ryan looked at him. The boy was very nervous, scared even. "Dude, you okay?" Ryan sat back against the seat beside his friend. He knew there was a risk to helping Tommy but he and Greg, and even Harry had agreed that it was worth the risk to help the boy.
"Yeah, I'm cool. When we get to your place, I'll call Mrs. Conner and tell her that I am safe and not to worry about me. I just want her and the guys to watch out for themselves, you know?"
"Yeah, man." Ryan said. He took his friend's hand and squeezed it tight. "You're safe now, dude." Ryan smiled slightly. His worries were just as strong as they had been when Tommy had called but he hoped he would relax some now that they were on the way back home without a problem.
Greg Harris drove down the streets toward his home across town. The idea of giving Tommy a safe haven was the right thing to do. He knew that. He just didn't Ryan or Harry put at risk for any reason. He loved the two boys like they truly were his own sons. He liked this boy, Tommy, a great deal. He was sexy as all Hell and the thought of getting a chance to spend some time with him was strong, but he had to protect him first. "Hey, guys? You know anybody that drives a small truck?" Greg asked.
Ryan and Tommy looked back through the rear window to see the small truck following at a short distance.
"Phillip." Tommy said softly. "Fuck. Phillip's behind us."
"Oh, God." Ryan said. He could feel the fear that he had experienced at the comic shop the previous night come back in a rush.
"Damn." Greg said.
"Just stop and let me out. He'll probably stick with me and leave you guys alone." Tommy said. He had released Ryan's hand and moved close to the door so he could make a quick escape so Greg could get away quick.
"No way, Tommy. I'm not leaving you for some whacked out guy to make a run at you. We are in this for the long haul. We made that choice before leaving the house." Greg looked back at the boys through the rear view mirror. "We have to hide some place." He thought about Harry, who had stayed home because Greg thought it best at the time. Now he wished the younger Little boy were beside him. He couldn't lead this psycho back to Harry.
Greg hit the gas after making a quick turn onto the freeway. He switched lanes trying to throw their pursuer off the track. To get noticed so easily, the boy couldn't be too much of a driver. He would go out to the cabin. Then, when he felt it safe, he'd make a run back to the house for Harry. He didn't like the idea of leaving the boys alone in the woods, but he couldn't leave Harry alone at home either.
(9)
Phillip followed the Suburban onto the freeway and tried to keep as close to the truck as he could. He knew that he had been spotted so now his only goal was to keep up. Who was this guy? He turned his radio volume up and settled in for however long this trip might take. His nerves and his temper growing short with each passing mile.