To Folsum and beyond, part 8 lennoxbear@aol.com
The following is continuation of characters presented in Feelings of Security.
NOTE: This story includes references and descriptions to gay, male to male sex, if such matters offend you, please exit. Also, actions of a sexual nature occur in this story which are not a statement supporting unsafe sexual practices, this is a work of fiction and fantasy.
Darrell and Ron did their best during the week to be patient and wait for any news out of Chicago about Tom and Red. Vic and Ted made arrangements to get the guys' belongings from the hotel after the police searched the room. What ever happened, occurred after they had left the hotel for the day for their appointments. Darrell and Ron packed bags and headed for Chicago Friday afternoon following work, not far behind in their truck were Vic and Ted. They were determined to lend a hand in finding leads to the whereabouts of the young men.
Kyle and his parents were staying close to the phone just in case some word came from Tom. Kyle and Mark were staying at Eric and Tom's while Eric remained in the hospital with whatever ailment he had caught. The group of friends was strengthened in their concern about their missing friends. But the stress of not knowing was taking its toll. Marsh and Jack remained at work looking over Eric's affairs of business and keeping in touch with Dr. Pratt about Eric's recovery. Eric had inquired about Tom at moments when he appeared to be more lucid, but Dr. Pratt and Marsh only told him enough to satisfy him. They weren't sure how knowing the details might effect his health.
Darrell, Ron, Ted and Vic all managed to arrive at the hotel where the guys had stayed at the same time. They got adjoining rooms to be able to support each other. Bill, Steve, Tony and Dwayne arrived to recount what they had been doing to find the guys. They had spent part of each day combing streets where the two men may have been seen but no one reported having seen them at all. The police were looking for Tom's truck but felt it had already been stripped and sold for parts.
One piece that didn't add up was the time the guys apparently had been at Mike's checking out exercise equipment. The story from Mike, and that from his receptionist, didn't quite jive. They were sure Mike was lying and also sure the secretary was too ditzy to lie. They decided to split different aspects of Mike's life and business among them for surveillance. Ted and Vic were going to work with friends of theirs on the Chicago police force while Bill and Steve dogged Mike at his office. Darrell and Ron, along with Tony and Dwayne, were searching any other aspects of Mike's life, which might lead to clues. Darrell and Ron posed as prospective clients interested in exercise equipment. While the receptionist hunted for Mike in the back offices, Ron flipped through her Rolodex and found Mike's home address and number. Darrell kept her distracted when she returned with Mike. The time they spent with him talking equipment made them sure he was hiding something in another kind of business.
Tony had hung out around the business and finally tracked down the warehouse where the equipment was stored. While Dwayne went off to research Mike's warehouse and shipping connections, Tony decided to hang out in the warehouse district and keep an eye on the comings and goings at the other end of the business. His notes on the men that he saw entering and leaving didn't make sense. Everything from businessmen in suits to nervous muscle types too nervous for words to seedy lowlifes. Many of them looked foreign and arrived and left in cabs. He jotted down the names of the cab companies and the vehicle numbers in case the police needed to know. After the first day, he noticed very little equipment, if any, being shipped from the facility. Rather odd for a sales company.
Dwayne was finding out all kinds of unusual business connections through a friend of his at the university who managed to access some computer files. Very little activity showed up actually related to exercise equipment or clothes, etc. What was showing up made no sense. Dwayne dug further as Tony got braver. He dressed as if he were a day worker at a warehouse and returned to keep watch. As he was driving around to find the best unobtrusive vantagepoint he nearly collided with a black Ford pickup. He wouldn't have paid any attention to it if for the leather flag frame around the license plate. He quickly turned around and followed it to a lot not two blocks from Mike's warehouse. The driver jumped out and hurried back up the street as Tony dug through his notes for Tom's license plate number. Bingo, a match. He quickly phoned the police and Ted and Vic. Before the police could get there the driver had returned and began to drive off. Tony punched in the phone number for Vic and Ted and followed the truck while keeping the two humpy cops posted on the truck's movements. They in turn, relayed information to the police. The truck drove to a secluded street on the Upper East Side of town and parked. Tony drove past and watched the driver enter a storefront as the police pulled up next to him. He then watched silently as the police moved in and caught the man.
Tony could hear Ted and Vic screaming happily into the phone. He received congratulatory thank yous from the police, a squeeze on the butt from a particularly humpy cop, and then took off to return to the warehouse and his post. Dwayne phoned him as he was driving back to discuss a business address of a company that bore no relationship to Mike's business. Tony knew it was not far from his location and met Dwayne there. Ted and Vic arrived a few minutes later and Dwayne explained the doings of the business and why he felt suspicious. Vic cautioned him that nothing he had warranted surveillance, except his emotion over missing friends. They stayed to watch the mystery company as Tony and Dwayne returned to the warehouse.
Bill and Steve were keeping an eye on Mike and his home, a rather posh apartment on Lakeshore. Rather upscale for a man struggling to sell exercise equipment. He also drove a BMW. Everyone they ever knew associated with the fitness game drove trucks. The guys sold the equipment and delivered it in many cases. Mike didn't fit the type. They also determined he spent little time at the actual office. Most of the time he was at the warehouse. Things weren't adding up.
Vic and Ted returned to work with their police friends while Darrell and Ron staked out the mystery company. The police reported the truck was unfortunately very clean. They had an assortment of fingerprints but without having samples of Tom or Red's they could only eliminate the driver's from the collection. The driver also cleared with no apparent connection to Mike. He admitted to buying the truck from some guy he met and to being too stupid and lazy to change the plates. All the police had him for was possession of stolen property. He provided them leads on the guy who sold him the truck which Ted and Vic went to check out with their friends.
After several hours, Darrell and Ron began to suspect the mystery company as being a front for an escort service. All types of women and men in very good shape and wearing very seductive clothing came and went. They relayed their thoughts to Ted and Vic who shared it with the police.
Bill and Steve were beginning to get bored with Mike who didn't appear to do more than go to the office and then to the warehouse. When they compared notes with Tony, they had the same documentation on the men going into either Mike's office or warehouse. Their notes matched but the types of men didn't add up to exercise equipment purchasers. Ron asked the police to check out a phone number he copied from the switchboard at the office. There were three different main numbers, none of which had the same prefix. He thought that unusual in a small business.
By the end of the second day, the group of friends was tired and frustrated. While they had found Tom's truck, they had found no link to Tom and Red's whereabouts and had too many unanswered questions. They returned to Bill and Steve's for pizza and to review everything they had learned. Ted and Vic were anxious to hear from the cop buddies about the mystery business and phone numbers. They reassured the guys that they had done an outstanding job in gathering information and it would be very beneficial to the police. It was late on the second evening when the guys called back.
The business was suspected of being connected to an escort service and prostitution but had never gotten caught. The phone numbers were traced to the warehouse and to the mystery business. The friends decided, after some short naps, to split up into shifts and spend the night watching the warehouse and the mystery business. Darrell and Ron took the warehouse and Ted and Vic took the mystery business. They spent the next four hours observing the comings and going and documenting as many license plates numbers and people as they could. Darrell and Ron thought it highly suspicious that so many men would be coming and going to a warehouse between midnight and 4 AM. Ted and Vic unhappily didn't find all that much unusual at their post. When Tony, Dwayne, Darrell and Ron relieved them, the four men compared notes and found some people and license numbers to be the same. Several men appeared first at the business and then an hour later at the warehouse. The number of these matches was enough to raise suspicions.
The other men reported the same things from 4 to 8 AM. They decided to get some rest and then resume their posts by noon. Hopefully, the police would have more information on the man who sold the truck. Bill, Steve, Tony and Dwayne went back to their respective apartments to get some sleep. Darrell, Ron, Vic and Ted returned to the hotel. They all looked at each other and saw tired depressed men. They flopped in a group on one bed and slept wrapped in each other's arms. None of them noticed the message light blinking on the phone. It wasn't until almost noon that they retrieved messages from Kyle and Dr. Pratt. Both had left three apiece and Darrell hesitantly returned the calls. Tom Pratt's phone rang five times before he answered it. When Darrell said hello, all Pratt could say was, where the fuck have you been. Darrell updated him on their work and about Tom's truck. He heard the doctor take a deep breath and sigh.
Tom's parents were trying their best to remain calm but they became more distressed each day Tom was missing. Kyle had wanted to go to Chicago to help look for the guys but their parents insisted that he remain at Eric and Tom's house near the phone. Dan would stop by to workout with them and then they would meet Tom Pratt for dinner. Frank and Don also took to stopping by frequently for updates. Both had recently changed jobs and were feeling awful about being out of the loop and not supportive. Kyle reassured them it was fine. They all did what they could to keep Kyle and Tom's parents minds off the situation. But the longer Tom and Red were missing, and the longer Eric remained in the hospital, the more difficult it became.
Bill was convinced Mike had something to do with the disappearance. Ted and Vic, along with their cop buddies, kept reviewing the information they had but there wasn't anything there that warranted bringing Mike in for questioning. Ron finally got brave enough to call the escort service number and ask for information. Nothing was directly said about providing sexual favours but a lot was implied. He hung up before ever having to commit to anything. The cops from Chicago warned the guys about trying any sting operation on their own without police support. As things stood right now, if the mystery business was indeed a front for prostitution, busting the place could cover or destroy any lead to finding Tom and Eric, if they were not on the premises.
Tony kept coming back to the numerous men of all types who came and went from the warehouse at all hours. While it was suspicious, nothing appeared to be happening that would raise alarm. All was quiet and clean from the outside. The friends were getting very frustrated but were reassured from the Chicago guys that leads were being followed. Patience was difficult but very important right now.
Finding the guy who sold Tom's pickup truck to the man they arrested didn't lead to Mike. He claims it was parked in a secluded lot with the keys in it and was an easy steal. He sold it for next to nothing to get some quick drug money. The police found his prints in the truck and held him for theft. Again, nothing led them to Mike's business no matter how hard Bill insisted. The truck was a dead end.
Darrell and Ron reluctantly returned home Monday evening without their partner and without much hope. Ted and Vic stayed on as "on loan" to assist in the investigation. They stayed with Bill and Steve and put in many hours calming Bill. Steve just shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. When the big guy got an idea in his head, there was no shaking it. The only thing that would distract him was sex. Vic volunteered and spent the next couple of hours standing after his butt was fucked raw. The search plodded on through to another weekend.
Tom and Red had lost track of time in their sex prison. What little day light they saw was not enough to tie to the passage of time. They had not seen each other since the one time someone paid for them to have sex together. Mike taunted them with tales about each other's depravity. In the back of their minds, they knew they had to submit or who knew what would happen to them. Mike was not without making threats and his guards were more than happy to flash their guns. They had also lost count of how many men they had serviced. No matter how many times they got fucked or how many cocks they sucked, their getting off was of no consequence. Tom felt his own nuts swelling but he was afraid to let go out of fear of punishment. Even when he had to fuck someone as part of the scene, he was often pulled off or stopped before he could shoot his load. Red found out by not controlling himself, he often got whipped. They were becoming cattle in Mike's sex market. The food and forced workouts kept their muscularity and both thought they might actually have had increases. The drugs they were being given to make them submissive gave them little joy in their gym accomplishments. Tom had heard Mike bragging about a big weekend for his two fuck animals and was looking forward to one customer in particular who was paying the biggest bucks yet.
Tom was lead into the gym and put through an intensive, exhaustive workout. He was fed well to keep up his muscle strength and allowed to shower leisurely. Per the customer's instructions, Tom was given an enema to be properly cleaned and any weights removed from his nipples. This guy wanted to be able to enjoy as much titplay as possible. Tom was ushered back to his cell and tied back on the rack. A hood was placed over his head to ensure the client's privacy and he lay there waiting. The door opened and two men entered the room. Mike was bragging about this prime beef and how hot a fuck Tom was. He felt Mike slap his ass and spread his asscheeks for the man to inspect. He felt a hand rub over his round butt and squeeze. Then move down his legs outlining the muscles stretched tight in restraint. Mike walked around to Tom's face. He sensed the other man was also standing there listening to Mike brag about the service to be provided. Mike's hand slid down to his mouth and Tom sucked on Mike's fingers. Mike cheerfully explained Tom was hot to suck cock.
He told the man to enjoy himself in his two hours. If he needed anything, there was a button by the door, just ring for assistance. Footsteps moved toward the door and Tom heard Mike exit. The quiet steps of the client came around to his head. Warm hands tenderly caressed his head and neck, massaging the stiff, restrained muscles. The fingers came down to Tom's mouth and Tom sucked them down. He waited as the man stepped back and undressed. The sound of clothes dropping to the floor signaled the man was getting ready. Tom heard something mumbled about cameras in the corner. He hadn't thought about any of this being taped but now realized it would make Mike even more money. He felt tears of humiliation running down his face. The warm hands soothingly massaged his body. The man stood at his head nuzzling what appeared to be a big dick against the hood and working the kinks from the aching shoulder muscles. The man worked his way down Tom's back. Tom couldn't believe this person was actually treating him so sensuously. He smelled the man's crotch so close to his face and his head started to spin. He really wanted this man and not because he was pumped full of drugs.
His visitor slowly massaged each arm, working out the kinks from hours of restraint. He did each leg, rubbing, licking and caressing every defined muscle. The man fondled Tom's huge nuts and removed the weights from his nutsack and PA. His nuts were sucked and fondled. The man slowly stroked Tom's cock to full erection before settling in to eat Tom's exposed butt. The tongue running all over Tom's cold skin made him shiver and moan. The man seemed to really like sucking on Tom's hole and soon had his tongue buried as far as he could go. The man stepped back and held both of Tom's cheeks in his hands and rubbed the moist skin. He leaned over Tom and rested his weight on the prone young man. Tom felt how heavy the man was and pictured someone easily as big as Eric making love to him. The man slowly humped his big cock along Tom's ass. Tom felt the wetness of precum being spread along the asscrack as his own cock began to ooze. The man lay on top of him and began working his nips. Sparks flew through Tom's body. Tom's head jerked up in response as a huge hand covered his mouth.
He felt the hot breath on his neck and a tongue licking him on the sides. The breath made the hood seem hotter. The man pulled and played with the hot nipples with one hand and held Tom's mouth shut with the other. The arm playing with his nipples wrapped around him tighter and tighter. Tom felt the support in the middle of his chest begin to push into him. The beard of the big man dug into the side of his neck.
"Remember. I said I owned you. You belong to me and no one else. I will get you back." The hand clamped tighter over his mouth as tears dripped continuously from under the hood. Tom felt the enormous horse cock slowly push into his butt. A cock he knew so well. He was fucked slowly, seductively, sensuously and with love. The back of his neck and shoulders were lightly bit as the arm held him tightly and stretched his sore nipples. The hand slowly went down to his dick and jerked him off. Tom felt stream after stream of cum shoot from his throbbing dick. His ass was pounded. Tom had no idea how long he was fucked but the load of cum that shot over his back was more than any one man had done till now. It filled the hollow at the small of his back and dripped down the sides of his waist onto the floor. The big dick was slowly pulled out and the hand removed from his mouth. The man came around to the front and teased Tom with the uncut cock head. Tom swallowed the still hard tool and felt the warm hands hold his face. The cock was withdrawn and replaced by a tongue. A quick kiss and it was over. Tom lay there in total fear.
He heard the man get dressed and quietly walk to the door. The sound of the doorknob turning was almost drowned out by the beating of his heart. The door was opened only a small amount. Then nothing. Just as quickly the door flew open, to the sound of several voices and shouting.
Two gun shots and silence.
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