DADDY'S PIMP
by Macout Mann
XII
While Clarence was contemplating Ben's proposal, Kyle was busy trying to find out what really had happened. He first went to Dwight.
"Man, you've got me and my dad into some deep shit," Kyle began.
"What d'ya mean, Jimmy?" Dwight didn't have a clue.
"That stuff you told Clarence about us."
"You know Clarence?"
"Yeah, and he's trying to fuck us big time. Dad could lose his job and even go to jail!"
"Jail?!"
"Yeah. You told us you were eighteen!"
"Well that was a lie. You say what people want to hear, you know. But since you didn't know it was a lie, what the hell difference does it make?"
"Makes a lot of difference to the fucking law."
Kyle reported his findings to his father, and got another chewing out, because he hadn't found out about Dwight's real age. But since the damage was done, and Roger really loved Dwight's total depravity, he had Kyle continue to bring the boy to the house.
Roger watched his son stuff his dick down Dwight's throat and watched Dwight swallow every drop of Kyle's rich seed. A giggling Dwight tormented Roger, saying, "Don't you wish you were the one sucking Jimmy, mister? He tastes so fucking good."
The idea did excite Roger, and it increased his passion as he took his turn with his amoral young toy. Dwight's well-plowed ass was still tight and he expertly flexed his sphincter muscles each time Roger thrust his pole home.
For a couple of hours anyway Roger was able to forget the Damocles Sword hanging over him.
Kyle's meeting with Conner was entirely different.
"What the fuck were you thinking?!" Kyle shouted.
"God I'm so sorry, Kyle. But I didn't know. He came and introduced himself. Said he was a friend of you and your dad's. Said he'd just moved back from the west coast or someplace.
"I thought you'd sent him and wanted me to get together with him. And I did. And I thought he already knew everything, so I didn't hesitate talking about it.
"Then when he produced the affidavit, he told me if I didn't sign it, he'd play the tapes he'd made for my parents. Shit! I couldn't let him do that!"
Meanwhile, Ben was telling Roger he thought he was making progress with Clarence.
Then Ben met with Mr. Beane. He seemed very troubled. "This is about the hardest thing I've ever had to do," he claimed, "but I have come into possession of some very disturbing information. It seems that Roger is being blackmailed."
"Blackmailed?" the older man replied. "Impossible."
"Quite possible, I'm afraid. A third party, whose identity I'm not at liberty to disclose, has given me copies of the relevant documents. I feel it's my duty to share them with the board of the foundation, but I wanted you to know the facts first."
He played the CDs and showed the affidavit in the order that would produce the most devastating effect. Mr. Beane was crushed.
"First my son, and now my son-in-law and my only grandson," the old man cried. "Queers! All of them." There was a long silence. Then he said, "Yes, you're right. You must go to the board."
That afternoon, the Chairman of the Board reacted by swearing Ben to secrecy until an emergency meeting of the Board could be convened without the presence of the foundation's President.
A quorum was assembled two days later. Ben announced that giving them this report was the hardest thing that he had ever had to do. If only they knew.
After hearing the tapes and receiving copies of Conner's affidavit some members were of the opinion that Roger should be brought in to defend himself. The Chairman said that the information before them was all they needed. It was their duty to act.
Ben had anticipated the members' reaction. "I would hate to see my friend of so many years have to go through the humiliation of facing the Board," he said.
After less than ten minutes of debate the Board voted to terminate Roger immediately but also to give him a handsome severance package in order to keep the whole matter quiet. One member proposed that they conduct a nationwide search for a new President, but he was quickly overridden. The Board elected Ben to become the new President of the Foundation for Morality in Public Life.
The next morning, Roger arrived at his office to find the Chairman of the Board sitting at his desk. He remained seated, when Roger entered.
"Sit down, Mr. Winters," the Chairman began.
"Johnathon?" Roger sat.
"Last evening, the Board met, having been informed of your disgraceful homosexual conduct, and we voted to relieve you of your duties effective immediately. You may resign, if you choose; but we expect you to be off the premises by the end of the day."
"But..." Roger interjected.
"No `buts,'" the Chairman spat. "Our decision is final. You have disgraced your position and the Foundation. Thank God what you have been doing will not become public knowledge."
The Chairman then explained the terms of Roger's severance, designed to insure that the matter would not become public. While generous for an eleemosynary institution, it was not an amount that Roger could live on.
Later, after Roger had dictated his letter of resignation and as he was supervising the removal of his personal effects, Ben came in to express his regrets. "I did everything I could do," he said. "I thought I was making progress with Clarence. I just feel awful."
It would not be until Roger read newspaper accounts of his resignation that he would learn that Ben was the new President of the Foundation. He would suspect that Ben had royally fucked him, but he never found out for sure. Sometime later he would learn in a chance encounter with Clarence that the Foundation had voted him a disability pension, but he attributed that to further hush money payments.
That night at home, however, there were recriminations aplenty. Margaret, Roger's wife, berated both husband and son for their lifestyles.
"Goddamn it, I'd never've known what fucking a guy was like, if you hadn't made me start messing around with Willie!" Roger retorted.
"But when you got to be an important figure, you should have had sense enough to keep your dick in your pants!" she rejoined. "Besides, you could have just paid Clarence off!"
Kyle also came in for his share of venom from his dad.
"Maybe you can get some kind of scholarship," Roger harped, "but you'll probably have to drop out of school. I sure as hell can't afford to send you!"
"We'll worry about that when the time comes," Kyle responded.
"I'm not worrying about it at all! We wouldn't be in the mess, if you'd been more careful about who you brought here!"
"Shit, Dad, don't get started on that again!
"You've never given a fuck about anything I cared about. You've always just seen me as nothing but your goddamned pimp!"
Kyle went to his room, crawled into his bed, and for the first time in years he cried. He could hear the muffled yells of his mother and father as they continued to argue. The more he thought about the situation the more furious he became. Finally he made a decision. "Well dad," he thought, "you don't have to worry about me. I'm out of here!"
Kyle walked out of the house, taking nothing but what he was wearing...and his car. He drove straight to Sean's place.
When Sean answered the door, Kyle said, "Hey, dude, d'ya mind if I crash here for a while? Maybe forever?"
THE END
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