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DADDY'S PIMP
by Macout Mann
XI
Conner and Roger were on the mattress, while Kyle, busy with homework, occasionally glanced over to watch the action. The passion typically exhibited by the younger man was absent, as Roger's dick pounded Conner's well-used asshole.
The older man dropped his load, pulled out, and asked, "What's the matter, baby. You're not being yourself."
"I'm sorry, man," Conner responded. "I gotta quit coming over."
"What do you mean?" Roger asked. "I'm not fun anymore?"
"Sure you are," Conner said, "but all this sex is making my grades go to hell; and if I don't keep up my average, I'll have hell to pay back home. I'm sorry, but this has got to be our last time together."
"Me too?" asked a surprised Kyle.
"For a while anyhow, dude."
Roger was of two minds. He relished messing around with Conner, but Conner did know who he and Kyle were, and Kyle could find someone else who would conform to the original rules that they had established. So it was probably just as well.
His attitude changed radically the next day. He had agreed to meet with Clarence, who arrived with a CD which he urged Roger to insert into his hard drive. Two titles came up on the computer screen, "Dwight" and "Conner."
"What the hell?" Roger said.
"Play it!" Clarence ordered.
"And then there's this motherfucker that lives up in Hillcrest somewhere. He's got this den that was made for fucking around and nothing else." The voice was unmistakably Dwight's. "He's into anything you can think of, and you know, his son just sits there and watches us mess around...Oh, him and me fuck each other too, but him and his dad never do. He don't understand why, and I don't either, cause they're both hot as hell...They don't know I'm just seventeen...One time the old man had me fuck him, cum in his ass, then keep my dick in his hole til I got it up again, then fuck him til I shot another load. Man that was fucking wicked. He just kept twitching his ass muscles until I started to get hard again."
The carefully edited monologue lasted over twenty minutes. Roger was visibly shaken, but at the end he confronted Clarence, saying, "So what? Who's Jimmy? Nothing said on that disc implicates us."
"That's right," Clarence answered, "but are you goanna be willing to show your den to anybody that wants to see it?
"Besides you haven't listed to the other track."
Reluctantly Roger clicked on the second title.
"And I'm not the only one Mr. Winters plays with. Kyle's told me about a young guy named Dwight who's pretty wild. I've never met him."
The voice was Conner's all right; and although the recording was much shorter than Dwight's it was much more damning. Also, the way it was edited put the identity of Roger and Kyle front and center.
"And here is a copy of Conner's affidavit, admitting to everything he's been doing with you," Clarence crowed. "I'll be releasing it along with the CD, unless you decide you want to help me out. Your secretary knows how to get in touch with me."
Clarence left the office without another word.
"Goddamn it! You should've been more careful!" Roger was blaming Kyle for everything. "Getting us involved with a fucking kid, and not making sure Conner wasn't a student at the university!"
"Look, Dad," Kyle angrily replied, "you didn't tell me to check birth certificates! Dwight told me he was eighteen. That ought to've been enough. And we've been through the shit about Conner already. I hooked up with him weeks before school opened. There wasn't any reason for me to think he was going to be in class with me."
"Well we're really in deep shit." Roger continued to berate his son, and Kyle got angrier and angrier.
"You don't give a shit about me," Kyle yelled. "All you're interested in is preserving your fucking reputation and keeping your dick and ass satisfied!"
"You know that's not true," Kyle cried, but he offered Kyle no further solace. "Ben's on his way over here. Maybe he'll have some idea about what to do," he concluded.
Ben arrived. He read the affidavit. He listened to the CD. He said, "Well, we can pay him off. That will relieve the situation for the time being. But that will only encourage him to increase his demands in the future.
"At the other end of the spectrum we can have him killed. I suspect you've already embraced that idea, Roger. It would end the problem we have with Clarence, but it would only allow another blackmail possibility, that is unless you're willing to do the deed yourself.
Kyle jaw dropped at the very thought.
"But I have another idea," Ben continued. "The evidence Clarence has gathered thus far doesn't involve me. Suppose I pretend to be panicked, go to him and try to get him to leave me out of it. If I can gather evidence that he's trying to blackmail you..."
"Yes," Roger responded. "We can make him fuck himself!"
That was actually the furtherest thing from Ben's mind. He was formulating a plan to force Roger out, mollify Clarence, and get himself promoted all without dirtying his own hands.
He found out where Clarence was living and unannounced came to see him one evening. Clarence was very surprised.
"So you've decided to help me after all?" he asked.
"I think that can be arranged," Ben answered, "if you will trust me. I've seen the shit you've got on Roger. Very impressive."
"Yeah, and it won't be hard to get a file on you too, Ben, starting with you taking Kyle's cherry. Just that could put you in the joint for a good while, and they tell me that the lifers just love to tear a new asshole for child molesters."
"Maybe you can. Maybe you can't," Ben retorted. "But I could really care less. I think you'll like my plan a lot better.
"I want you to let me have all the shit you have on Roger. I'll give it to Mr. Beane and the Board. Roger's ass will be fired; and because I was the one that uncovered his and Kyle's carrying ons, I'll become President of the Foundation for sure. There's nobody else qualified anyway.
"I don't know what'll happen to Margaret. She'll probably pretend she didn't know what was going on, divorce Roger, and go back to her father. Who gives a damn?
"But right away, as soon as there's an opening in Maintenance, I'll see that you get hired. Just a note from me to Human Resources will do the trick; and they won't check anything, so they won't even know you ever worked here before, much less were involved in the Willie scandal.
"Once I'm President, you'll have a small accident, fall off a ladder or something like that. I know a doc I can get to certify that you are no longer able to work. I'll tell the board that you were the source of my information about the Winters and say that Social Security Disability takes a long time to get and won't be enough for you to live on anyway. The board will vote you a special pension, and that'll take care of you.
"Think about it."
Ben was taking account of the fact that Clarence later on might not be satisfied with his pension, but he was counting on the fact that not he, but the Board had voted for the pension. He couldn't do anything about it, and if Clarence then went to be Board with tales about him, Clarence wouldn't be believed. And he sure as hell wasn't getting together with Clarence and getting recorded.
Clarence would have to be satisfied with his pension and Ben would be on easy street.
Clarence did ponder Ben's proposition. For almost a week. When he told Ben he'd like to talk again, Ben refused to meet him at his apartment. He wasn't taking a chance on being recorded. He forced Clarence to meet him at a straight bar.
"You're right that I've got to trust you, and I hate to have to do that," Clarence began; "but the plan sounds good, and you know I can fuck you, if you don't make good."
"Did you bring the stuff?" Ben asked.
"You'll get it when I get hired," Clarence replied.
The next morning Ben created a situation that resulted in a janitor with nine years experience getting fired for violating foundation rules. The following day he sent a memo to Human Resources. That afternoon Clarence applied and was hired. Ben had his affidavit and his CDs.
That night Kyle brought Glen by. He did homework while Glen and Roger did their thing. After taking Glen home, he went by Sean's pad. He wound up spending the night.
And the following day, Ben visited Mr. Beane in the morning and and asked the Chairman of the Foundation's Board to come by his office for an urgent conference that afternoon.