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I was deep into my work, when Sam came in to my office. "Mike, we need to go, it is almost 3p." I said to give me a minute and I would be right with him. I packed up what I needed to work on at home. I had already scheduled a day out of the office, planning to be at Jordy's tomorrow, but that was not going to happen due to Hank's 'illness'. I had to smile about that.
Sam and I left the office, heading over to Bryan's, which was 4 blocks over. The receptionist said hello to Sam, "Nice to see you, Mr. Burton." then told us to head back to Bryan's office, he was expecting us. I was in awe of this building and office, everything was top notch. Sam lead the way, poked his head in Bryan's office and said, "Hey Bry, we are here." "Come on in, and close the door behind you."
Bryan got up from his desk, stuck his hand out to me, "Hello, I am Bryan Franklin." I replied, "Michael Walz, glad to meet you, finally." Then he hugged and kissed Sam. "I am so happy to see you." he said. After exchanging a few more pleasantries, we got down to the business at hand. I explained what had happened with the videos and our plan for Hank and Lukas.
Bryan was deep in thought after I explained the plan. Addressing me, Bryan asked, "You are sure there are no loopholes in the agreement Lukas has with Mr. Coe?" I told him I was absolutely sure. "The only problem I see is the signed contract Hank has with Mr. Coe." He explained the contract gave Jordy the exclusive right to photograph any modeling assignment Hank might accept, which unfortunately included the assignment with HSC.
"Now the best thing about the contract is Hank cannot be forced to accept any assignment offered him." "That is ironclad." I replied that I was well aware of that, but wondered if he had any suggestions that may encourage Jordy to release Hank from the contract. "Probably not, as long as a deal with HSC is on the table; he would be a fool to release him."
I told him of my conversation with Luis Reyes, Creative Director of HSC. "Their interest in Hank was the only reason Jordy has a foot in the door, so to speak." Bryan asked, "How in the world did HSC become aware of Mr. Coe's work?" "They are such a large corporation, world wide, usually those kinds of operations have their own staff or use high profile photographers." Mr. Coe is, well, small potatoes."
I asked if he had seen Jordy's work? He said he had not. "I bet you have, but didn't realize it, he does lots of work for local businesses, etc." I said. "He is a genius with a camera.: I opened my briefcase, took out the small portfolio of Hank and handed it to him. He flipped through the pages, pausing occasionally, then said, "These are marvelous, who is the model?" I answered, "Your client, William James Henry, Jr., Hank!"
"OMG! He is absolutely stunning!" "Tell me how he became involved with Mr. Coe and how you know him, Mike." I looked at Sam, who shrugged his shoulders. Thanks a lot, Sam, you are no help, I thought. "What I am about to tell you is highly confidential and cannot leave this office." Bryan replied, "Of course, legal ethics." I related the story of how I met Hank and gave him a rundown of the events leading up to today. I, conveniently left out the sexual situations.
Bryan was not fooled. "He is your lover, isn't he?" I nodded, yes. "And how old is he?" I told him he would be 19 in a few weeks. "Listen, Bryan, this did not start out as a pickup, I truly wanted to know his story, why a nice looking young boy was homeless, and what could I do to help him." "The rest followed, natural progression; I have never set conditions or asked anything of him."
"You really want to know what attracted him to me?" "Look at his eyes?they are naturally that color, no contacts, no colorization, naturally emerald green." "I saw that under all the dirt and grime." "When he cleaned up, I was totally blown away at how handsome, how beautiful he is." Sam interjected, "And he is just as nice as he is beautiful, Bry." Bryan kept flipping the photos in the portfolio. "I have to meet him soon, after all, I am his attorney."
"Put your dick back in your pants, Bryan." Sam laughed. Bryan looked shocked, started to reply, but Sam kept on, "Mike knows our history, he knows you are closeted, not by choice." Bryan blushed, "You have a big mouth, Samantha!" "Yes, I probably do, but Mike needed to know why I was so high on you and your legal skills before he would let you represent Hank, and don't call me Samantha, you know I hate that."
"Sorry!" Bryan said. He went on to explain his ideas regarding Hank. "Mike, I will book our large conference room, a date next week, have to see what's available, then let you know." "You contact Luis Reyes, tell him to bring their legal representation on that date and time; you, Mr. Coe and Hank will be here, along with me and my two assistants." "I intend to play hardball and if HSC truly wants Hank, they will have to agree to our terms."
"I doubt they will agree and they will withdraw." "This will take Hank and you out of the line of fire and Mr. Coe can only blame me." "Your job, Mike, will be to keep Mr. Coe, Jordy, in line." Sam asked, "Bryan, what if they agree, then Hank will still be working for that mother fucker?" Bryan said, In the unlikely event they do agree to our terms, Hank is going to be a wealthy young man, Jordy will finally get his 15 minutes of fame and last but not least, I will make a huge fee."
Sam started to protest, saying this did not punish Jordy for his past behavior. "I want that bastard totally fucked!" he shouted. Bryan looked stunned at this outburst. "Ok Sam, what did he do to you?" "I know there is something you are withholding, tell me now." He paused, then yelled, "Now! God Damn it!" Sam stood up, turned to leave, but I grabbed his hand, "You have to tell him, Sam, please." Sam took a deep breath, "Bryan, he fucking raped me, bareback."
The look on Bryan's face was priceless. "He did what?" "Raped me, bareback, in his office." Sam said. "Ok, Ok, back up, I need to know the whole story., Sam." Sam was angry, so angry, I thought he was going to punch the wall or someone. He opened his briefcase, took out the CD, tossed it at Bryan. "Go ahead and look at it, see what a fucking slut I really am." He turned and rushed out the door, leaving his briefcase. I excused myself and went after him.
I saw Sam go into the men's room; I quickly followed. He was standing at the sink, sobbing. I went to him, put my arms around him, which he promptly pushed me away. "Leave me alone, please." he said. "No fucking way Sam, I am not leaving here while you are this upset." I turned to see if there was a lock on the door, but there was none. I pulled Sam to the door, with both our bodies against it, no one could come in. I was holding him tightly as he sobbed.
Finally, he was able to get his emotions under control, looked me in the face and said, "Mike, what am I going to do, I am so humiliated by all this." "God, if I could kill that bastard, I would." I was still holding him tightly, "Sam, you are going to be ok, let's go back in the office and talk this out." He pushed away, went to the sink and washed his face. "Ok, I am ready."
We went back to Bryan's office. The CD was laying on the desk out of its cover. Sam sat down, as did I. There was troubled silence in the room. After a short interval, Bryan spoke, "Wow, that was something, I can see why you are so upset." "When did this all happen?" Sam told him it was a few weeks after Bryan had left him. "I was so torn up about the whole situation with us, I just didn't give a shit about myself or anything."
"Bry, you know I never have been attracted to fems, but at that time in my life, a hole was a hole, ass or mouth, it didn't matter." "I needed to be fucked and I asked that flamer to do me, but not bareback, we had condoms." He went on to tell Bryan of his humiliation and what a psychological toll it has taken on him. "I just want him to pay!"
"Sam, I think you can file rape and blackmail charges against him, or at least seriously threaten him with it." Bryan said. "I have a very good friend who is one of the ADAs; he thrives on this kind of case." If you decide to go through with it, have him arrested and charged, I am sure it will be necessary to reveal this CD." Sam said, "No, I do not want that ever to get out, we will just have to come up with another way to take him down."
"Well, I think this CD gives me the ammunition I need to get Hank out of the contract with Jordy." I asked how. Bryan explained his plan. "You need to bring Jordy to my office earlier than our scheduled meeting." "Hold on." He picked up his phone, "Hey Sharon, I need the big conference room next week for the whole afternoon, what is available?" "Ok, that is good, book it for me, thanks Sharon."
He hung up the phone, "We can have the room on Tuesday afternoon, 1p, is that ok with you, Mike." I took out my cellphone, looked at my calendar, "Yes, that is good for me." "I will call Jordy and Luis and tell them," Bryan went on with his plan. "As I said, bring Jordy earlier, say 11a." "I will have a release of contract drawn up, present it to Jordy, he will protest and look to you, Mike for help." "You will, of course, act as if you know nothing about this."
"If he does not sign the release, I will tell him Sam plans to have him charged with rape and blackmail." HSC, being a large corporation, and to avoid scandal, will withdraw and his hopes of being a world class photographer is never going to happen." "He will most likely have to do this assignment with HSC, if they accept our terms, because of the time factor. Afterwards, Hank will be under no obligation to him." Bryan went on to say he knew this was not the satisfaction Sam wanted, but taking Hank and Lukas away from him will surely hurt his business."
Sam said he guessed there were no other options at this point. Bryan said, "Wrong!" "With Mike being his attorney, he can control him without him realizing it." "Every model he hires should have a contact, preferably drawn up by another lawyer than you Mike, since you are Jordy's lawyer." "Send them to me?that will lock his jaws!" "If there is any hint of impropriety, it will cost him mega bucks." "The little flamer will just have to find another source for his pleasures." We all laughed.
We finished up the small details. I told Bryan I would have Hank here earlier than Jordy?he needed to meet him first so Jordy would not be on to us, that he had never met his attorney. We said our goodbyes and left. I told Sam things were going to work out, it just might take longer than we hoped. "At least Lukas is free to go wherever he wants without fear of Jordy's threats." I said. That made Sam smile.
"Mike, you are the best friend a man could have, you are there for me no matter what." "I cannot tell you what that means to me." I told him I had not really done anything but support him and try to keep him focused. "That is big, Mike, BIG." Just as I was about to respond, my cellphone rang?it was Hank.
"Guess who just got fired?" "Me." he said, excitedly. I was stunned, sat down on a bus stop bench. "And why, may I ask?" Hank was laughing hysterically, "He went to his backup source and all the files were empty, called me, screaming that I was a back stabbing little mother fucker and he was going to kick my ass, as if he really could." Hank said he still played the 'sick card', denied knowing what he was talking about and told him to call you, I was too sick to talk, then I hung up."
"Hank, you did not tell me you erased all his files, really, did you do that?" I asked. He said he had, but he only copied 4 files, Sam's, Lukas', Chase's and Jon's. "I don't know Jon, who is he?" I asked. "Another really nice kid that Jordy has screwed with." he answered. "There were a lot of others I did not know, but I have names, I figured I would leave him nothing to hold over anyone."
Sam was chomping at the bit to know what was bring said. I held up my hand, a signal to hold on. "So he fired you, did he mention the HSC job?" "No, I think he was so mad, he wasn't thinking straight?pun intended!" Hank replied. My phone was signaling I had a text. I told Hank I would call him back. I looked at Sam and shouted, "Touchdown!" "That old queen fired Hank, accused him of erasing all his files." Sam was drinking a bottle of water, choked, sending water spewing out his mouth and nose.
We were both laughing so hard, people were looking at us like we were crazy. I had tears running down my face from all this laughter. I knew I had to get control of myself and see who had sent a text to me. But every time I looked at Sam, I started laughing hysterically again. "Stop it!" I cried. At last, I was able to read my text. It was from Jordy.
"I just fired that, that mother fucking assassin you planted in my studio. I fucking hope you are satisfied. You are fired, too." I showed it to Sam and we both started laughing again. The phone started ringing, it was Jordy. I answered. Jordy was screaming so loudly, I put him on speaker phone. Every other word was an expletive. I let him rave on until his voice sounded hoarse and he was gasping for air. "Are you quite finished, now? No answer, just heavy breathing.
"Jordan, I have no idea what the hell you are talking about or what brought on this tirade." "Are you calm enough to explain?" Jordy took several deep breaths before speaking, "I trusted your cousin to have access to my files, to download my work; he was doing that the other day while you were diverting my attention and he erased all my files." "Surely, you have these files backed up in an off site service." I said calmly. "That is what is missing, my entire backup files."
"What you need is on your computer isn't it and can be downloaded again." "Jordy, you are not dumb, I know you have more than one back up source. If Hank erased your files, it had to be accidental." Jordy wailed, "It is not my regular files?they are intact, it is my special file." "What special file, Jordy?" Are there files I am not aware of?" I asked. "Yes." he meekly answered.
"When your computer files were subpoenaed, you testified under oath that what you revealed to the court were your only files." "And now, you tell me there were hidden files." I yelled. "You could go to jail for perjury." Jordy was hysterical. "What am I going to do, Mikey, those files were important to my business.?" I told him I did not have a clue, ask your attorney. "I am asking him?you." "Sorry, Jordy, you fired me and you fired Hank." "I suggest you retain another attorney to meet with HSC on Tuesday at Bryan Franklin's office and explain why Hank is not available." "And, when you have another lawyer, have him/her call me, I will send all your files." I disconnected.
Sam shouted, "Woo Hoo!" "Way to go, Mikey!" He grabbed me, pulled me into a bear hug, then kissed me on the lips, forgetting we were in public. "Someone called out, "Hey, get a room!" We both burst out laughing. My phone was ringing again and again. I ignored it, but it was becoming annoying, so I shut it down. I told Sam to call Hank on his phone. He handed his phone to me as it was ringing.
Hank said, "Hello, Sam, what's up?" I replied it was not Sam and explained why I was on Sam's phone. "You, too? I was just about to shut mine down, I am never going to talk to that shithead again." I explained what had gone down and that we would talk more when we got home. "Is Lukas still there?" I asked. He said he was. "Listen, shut down your phone, use Lukas' phone if you need to call." "Lock all the doors and turn off all lights, I fully expect Jordy will show up and I don't want you to be alone with that freak."
"Mike, puh-leeze, Lukas and I can handle him." "Hank, listen to me?he is desperate, no telling what he might do." "Please do as I say, please." Hank said he would. I told him I loved him and would see him soon. I turned to Sam, "I am worried about what that maniac might do. I better call him." I pulled out my phone, turned it on, there were at least 10 missed calls and voicemails. I called him, without checking the messages. He did not answer. I was panicked. "We need to get home as fast as we can, I am really scared."
The train ride seemed like it took forever when we finally arrived at my stop. Sam and I ran all the way to my house. Sure enough, there was Jordy's car, parked askew in the driveway. I ran to the door and burst in, not considering my safety. I had to see if Hank was alright.
Jordy was sitting on the couch, head in his hands; I did not see Hank or Lucas. I was amazingly calm, "Jordy, where is Hank?" Jordy looked up, tears streaming down his face, but he did not respond. "Jordy, where is Hank?" I was almost screaming. Then, I heard Hank's voice coming from the kitchen, "I am in here making coffee, he is very drunk." I mouthed, "Where is Lukas?"
Hank motioned for Sam and me to come in the kitchen. There was Lukas sitting on the floor in the utility room. Sam immediately went to him, picked him up, hugged and kissed him. I went back to the living room, Jordy was still sobbing. "Jordan, what the fuck are you doing here in my house terrorizing Hank?"
"I am so sorry, so sorry?.I fucked up, I fucked up?." he was babbling almost incoherently. Hank brought a mug of coffee to him and told him to drink it. Jordy took a sip then said he was going to be sick. As I pulled him up, he hurled all over himself and me. Hank brought in some paper towels and started cleaning up the mess. I took Jordy to the bathroom where he started praying to the porcelain God. After he finished, I told him to get naked and get in the shower. I turned on the cold water.
I pushed him into the shower; I was behind him, fully clothed, holding him under the freezing cold water. He was screaming at me to let go of him. Between the dry heaving and cold water, he was as limp as a dishrag. After 10-15 minutes, I decided that was enough, pulled him out of the shower and dried him off. Hank took over as I adjusted the water temperature, stripped my wet, soiled clothing and got in the shower.
When I had scrubbed myself almost raw, I got out, dried off, wrapped a towel around my waist and went to the bedroom to get dressed. There was Jordy, naked, sprawled on the bed, fast asleep. I was thinking, "Hell no, not in my bed!" Hank walked up behind me, put his arms around me, kissed me and said, "Let him sleep a little while, then we will wake him up and take him home."
I asked Hank how he got inside. Hank explained he was pounding on the door, threatening to kill himself unless he let him in. "I had Lukas go to the utility room, then I let him in." "He had a gun in his hand, which I took from him, no resistance." "Hank, I asked you to not open the door to him, why?" I asked emotionally. "Mike I was afraid he would kill himself of the door step, I hate the bastard, but I don't want him dead."
I had not noticed Sam and Lukas had walked in the room. "I do, I want him dead." Sam said. I spun around, dropping my towel, "No you don't, you are understandably angry, you want revenge, but I know you do not want him dead." "Sam, you are a better man than that." Lukas put his arm around Sam, "Mike is right, you do not want him dead and neither do I, punished yes, but not dead."
Sam smiled, then noticing I was naked, "Put on some clothes Mike and come to the living room, we need to let the boys know what happened today." I said I would be there in a minute. To Hank, I said, "We need to wash and dry his clothes, so he has something to wear who he wakes up and we take him home." Hank said, "It was already done, but your suit needs to go to the cleaners first thing in the morning." "Throw that fucking thing in the trash, I don't want it."
"That suit costs you a couple of grand, no way are you pitching it." "Now get dressed." he demanded. "Yes sir!" I said as I snapped a salute. He left the room as I was getting dressed. I love this boy, man or whatever you call him, he is mine, all mine.
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