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After getting dressed, I went to the living room. All the guys were talking about the turn of events. "What did I miss?" I asked. Hank said I had missed nothing. I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. When I returned, I started recounting what has transpired at Bryan's office. I did not go into the meltdown Sam had.
Hank was the first to speak, "Well, I am definitely not going to work for Jordy any longer, I had rather flip burgers." I told him he did not have to do that, I would take care of him until something better came along. Hank was a bit flustered, "Mike, I am not going to live off of you, you have done too much already." "Doing that, living off your kindness and generosity, would make me feel like a whore!"
I stood up, pulled him up, looked deeply into those amazing eyes and said, "Listen to me, listen very well and never speak those words to me again." "You are my partner, the love of my life and what I have is yours, no questions, no buts, nothing!" "You have made my life complete, you have shown me how to love and trust, you made me realize who I am, a gay man in love with a beautiful boy." "Do you understand that?"
Hank did not say anything, but pulled my face to his and gave me the most passionate kiss. I was rock hard in a second. Sam chuckled, "Get a room, guys!" I broke our lip lock, "I have a room, but it is occupied by a passed out, drunk old queen." We all laughed. I heard the dryer buzz, went to check to see if Jordy's clothiers were dry. When I came back with the clothes, I said I was going to wake him.
"Lukas, I want you to wait in the other bedroom, he doesn't know you are here, we should keep it that way." "Now, I need to call Roberta, explain what is going on and to be sure he is not going to be alone until he completely sobers up." I reached for my cellphone and called Jordy's home number. Roberta answered, I gave her a brief synopsis of what had happened. She was quiet for a moment, then asked, "What has he told you?" I thought that was an odd question, but replied he had said nothing, just cried a lot and said he was sorry. "Bring him home, I will take care of him, you can be sure of that." I disconnected.
"That scares the shit out of me." I said. I related what Roberta said. "You know, I think that poor excuse of a man has been living a hellish life for a long time and Roberta is responsible." Hank took issue with what I said, "Roberta is a doll." I told him he did not see how hard he slapped him the other day at the studio. "Jordy puts on a great act, but I think he is terrified of his mother." "I wonder what the real story is."
"Stop that crap, Mike, next thing you will be forgiving him, and helping him." Sam said sharply. I frowned at Sam. "You know that is not true, but some where in his psyche there has to be a reason he acts like this, does the despicable things he does." Hank stood there shaking his head. "Always curious about everyone, wanting to know the real story; thank God for you, otherwise I would still be on the streets." "You are a good man, Mike."
A tear was trickling down my cheek at that remark. I coughed, cleared my throat, "I am going to wake up Jordy now." As I walked in the bedroom, I stood there looking at the pathetic, naked man in my bed. He isn't a bad looking man, slim body, very hairy ass, and a decent sized cock, which was hard. Wonder what he was dreaming. I almost hated to wake him up.
I shook him gently, "Jordy! Jordy, wake up." He stirred slightly and grasped the pillow tightly. I shook him again. He opened his eyes, looked at me but did not move. I said, "Hey man, we need to get you dressed so you can go home now." He put the pillow over his head, began sobbing, "I can't go home, Mikey, I am in so much trouble." "Trouble, what trouble?" I asked.
"With Roberta, my fucking mother!" "She is going to kill me." I asked him why he thought he was in trouble with her. He explained, "Take a closer look at my ass, Mikey, and that is not a come on, just look." I walked over, looked closely, there, hidden his by the thick hair were raw welts made by a belt. "She did that to me today, after I fired you and Hank." "She has done worse, but today was pretty bad, the only thing that stops the pain is to get rip roaring drunk."
"Jordy, why do you let her do this to you, you are bigger and stronger than she is?"
He told me she has been doing this to him since he was a kid. "She is smart about it, always my ass, where no one will notice." He said he could not hit her or strong arm her, she was his mother. "Plus, she owns me and my business, it is her money that got me started." "I can get away with yelling at her as long as no one hears me." "The other day was an exception, you heard me and she slapped the crap out of me."
I couldn't resist, I had to rub his ass to determine how badly he was hurt. He yelped at my touch. I was surprised I had not noticed when I had him in the shower and I reasoned the yelling was not only from the cold water, but the painful ass as well. I told him I would be right back.
I went to the living room, told Hank and Sam to come with me. I warned them to just listen to me and keep their comments to themselves. Jordy was laying on his stomach, face planted in the pillow. "Jordy, forgive me, but I have to let Hank and Sam see this.: He started sobbing, saying "Please don't Mike, please don't." I told him I had to, just lie still. Hank and Sam came closer, looked at his ass and shrugged their shoulders. I told them to look closer.
Hank was the first to notice. He gasped, "Oh my God, Jordy, who did this to you?" Jordy was still sobbing. As Sam was taking a closer look, I had Hank go to the medicine cabinet for some peroxide, cotton balls and antibiotic ointment. I took the supplies from Hank, but Sam said, "Let me do it." I told him to be gentle, fearing years of anger would come to the surface and he would really hurt Jordy. I was wrong, he cleansed the wounds then spread the ointment liberally, rubbing it in softly, all the while speaking in a soothing tone to him.
Jordy raised his head off the pillow, looked at Sam, "Thank you." He said he was so sorry for all the pain he had caused in the past. "I hope someday you can forgive me" Sam told him we could talk about that later. Then to me, "Do you know who did this to him?" I told him it was Roberta. "Cunt We cannot let him go home to that bitch." I was shocked. Just a few minutes ago, he was accusing me of being too soft and now, here was the one person I never expected to show compassion doing just that.
Sam told me to get my cellphone and take pictures of Jordy's ass. "Why?" I asked. "Evidence, you dumb ass, evidence." "I am going to make sure that bitch never does this again." "Do you have any pain medication or ibuprofen?" I said I did and went to get it, along with my cellphone. Sam told Hank to get Lukas, he needs to see this. Jordy pleaded with Sam not to do that. "Relax, Jordy, I need witnesses, the more the better."
Lukas came in the room, looked at Sam gently rubbing Jordy's ass. "WTF, Sam?" he said loudly. Jordy started wailing again. Sam motioned for Lukas to come closer. "Look at this." he said pointing to the marks on his ass. Lukas gasped, "Nasty, who did this?" Sam explained about Roberta and his suspicion of years of abuse she had most likely inflicted on Jordy. "We are not taking him home to her for fear she will continue with this abuse, he is going to stay here tonight."
I came into the room with medication and water for Jordy. "I brought my camera and cellphone, the camera has a zoom lens and I should get better pictures." I said. I snapped a lot of pictures with both. The wounds looked horrible. I said to Jordy that we may have to go to the ER. He screamed out, "No, I can't, I will be ok, this is not the first time this has happened." I told him to calm down, we would not go unless it gets worse.
Sam took my cellphone to call Roberta. When she was on the line, he explained that Jordan would be staying with us tonight and would not be in tomorrow. "You better go in early and cancel any appointments he has." he said. "Who the fuck do you think you are, Sam Burton, telling me what to do?" "Let me speak to Jordan." she shouted through the phone. Sam said firmly, "Listen you sadistic bitch, I should have you arrested for what you did to Jordy today." She was screaming at Sam to put Jordy on the line.
Jordy motioned for Sam to hand him the phone. Sam held the phone, put it on speaker, then Jordy spoke, "Mother, I am really hurt, you went too far this time, I can barely move. Sam and Mike are taking care of me." She began a tirade unlike I had ever heard before coming out of a mother's mouth, directed towards her child. Sam left the room with Roberta screaming at the top of her lungs. I followed him.
After a minute he said, "Shut the fuck up and listen to me." " I have pictures of Jordan's ass and I have 3 witnesses that heard you confess what you had done and what you were going to do to him when he gets home." "You better get yourself an attorney, because with this abuse and I am sure there was more over the years, I am going to have you put away for a long, long time." Then he disconnected.
He was very red in the face and breathing heavily. I hugged him tightly, telling him to calm down. He was on a roll. "I blame every despicable thing Jordy has done over the years on her." With that said, he dropped to his knees and wept bitterly. I knelt beside him, holding him. Lukas came out, knelt down beside him. "Baby, it is going to be ok." "What a magnificent man you are; I love you so much."
Sam looked at Lukas, tears streaming down his face. "I don't know what is wrong with me, I should hate that bastard, should not care that his fucking mother has been beating him for years, but I do care, no one deserves to be treated like that." "No one should have the physical injuries he has, not to mention the mental issues." "Oh God, what am I going to do, I want to forgive him, but how?"
Lukas continued to console Sam, telling him they would work together on this, finding a way to forgive him and finding a way to help him at the same time. "I think after he is fully awake, we should talk to him, hear his story?the 4 of us." "Hank and Mike are surely going to be the most objective, since Jordy has not abused them physically." "What do you think, Mike?" I shook my head in agreement.
Hank came out of the bedroom to see the 3 of us sitting on the hallway floor. He smiled, "You know the couch is much more comfortable." I stood up, asked how Jordy was and headed to the living room, everyone following. "He is sleeping now; the ibuprofen is working." "His ass is a mess, we are really going to have to watch that for infection."
I asked Hank if he had talked anymore? "Yes, my God, what that woman has done to him mentally." "He is so scared of her, at 33, he is as terrified of her as if he was a small child." Hank went on to tell us some of the things Jordy had said. It seems the abuse started around age 12. Roberta had a boyfriend who wanted to fuck Jordy and she made him do it and anything else this pedophile wanted to do to him?suck him, piss on him?whatever. When Jordy would protest, she would beat him.
Hank continued with the story. "When Jordy began to age, this piece of shit was no longer attracted to him and he left Roberta." "Of course, that was Jordy's fault and he took daily beatings until she found another boyfriend." Fortunately, this one was not into boys, he was into photography and encouraged Jordy's interest." Hank said at this point, Jordy drifted off to sleep.
"OMG!" Sam said, "No wonder he is so fucked up." "I am calling in tomorrow, none of us have to work." "I want to hear the rest of the story." Hank said one other thing Jordy had to do,to satisfy his mother was to be over the top flamboyant, just another humiliation she imposed on him. "I think that must have been the only way to be sure Jordy never found love and left her." "Sick!"
All four of us were silent, thinking about the abuse he must have suffered for 20+ years. After a few minutes, I said was going to check on him. As I walked into the bedroom, Jordy opened his eyes. "Mike, thank you so much for being so kind to me." I told him it was ok. "Do you want to talk?" "I have wanted to tell someone about this for years, but was too afraid of my mother." "She threatened to expose me as a pedophile if I did." What do you mean by that, Jordy. Surely you have never had sex with a minor."
"For a casual wear assignment, I hired a beautiful young boy, Jon." "His resume showed he was 18, but I found out later, he was just 16." "I was totally smitten with him." "You have never met him, have you?" I said Hank had mentioned him and recalled that he, Jordy, had also mentioned he might be a part of the HSC assignment.
"As i said, I was smitten, no, I was in love with this boy." "Not only was he beautiful, he was so nice, actually talked to me like he cared about me." "Over time, what was a professional relationship became personal, he came on to me?me, the flaming fag!" "He told me I did not have to be over the top with him, and around him, I was not, perfectly normal acting, more conservative in my clothing; I wanted to be what he wanted me to be."
"When did you start having sex with him?" I asked. Jordy said it began one evening, after the photo session was done. "I thought everyone had gone for the day, I was sitting at my desk reviewing all the shots. I hear a noise, turned around and there was Jon, naked, he came to me, sat in my lap, kissed me and told me he loved me." "I couldn't stop myself, I had to make love to him."
"He had me stand up and began stripping me, kissing down my body until he came to my cock, which he took in quickly and began to suck, I knew this was his first time as he was nervous and clumsy." Jordy said he stopped him, asked him if he had done this before, the answer was no. He told Jon he would show him what to do. "He was a quick learner and soon I was filling his throat with cum, while he had a hands free orgasm."
"After cleaning up, he said he had to go, his mother was probably wondering where he was." "I said I would give him a ride home, but he said he had his own car." This was getting interesting, looking at Jordy's face I could see the love and pain. I was hesitant to ask questions, but my curiosity was getting the best of me. "And?."
Jordy told the story of their clandestine meetings in the studio, motels, etc. "I was totally in love, I wanted to be with him, live with him, make love to him for the rest of my life." I asked if he still saw him and was he still in love with him. He began softly crying. "Not so much anymore and yes, I still love him." "Mother found out about us and put a stop to our relationship; she had found out he was a minor and threatened to report me unless I ended it." "So, all I had left of him was a video of us making love and now that is gone." "I watched it almost every day."
I asked, "How old is he now?" Jordy said he was around Hank's age, 19. "Well, he is of age now, what is stopping you from being with him?" "Jordy, life is too short to live miserably, especially not being with someone you love, someone who loves you in return." Jordy said I did not know how viscous his mother could be, she would expose his affair with Jon and ruin 2 lives. "So, I stay away." "Bullshit, not now, we have the upper hand here and will not hesitate to call her bluff." I said.
I asked if he had Jon's number, he said yes. I handed him my cellphone and told him to call him. He was hesitant, but with my encouragement, he said he would. "What am I going to say to him?" "Tell him the truth, everything, and most of all tell him you love him?do it!" He took the phone and punched in the number. After a few seconds and deep breaths,, he said, "Jon, this is Jordy."
I quietly left the room. Back in the living room, tears rolling down my face, I related the story Jordy had told me. Hank said he had met Jon once when he came in for an assignment. "You worked with him, didn't you Lukas?" Lukas said he did but had no idea there was a connection with Jon and Jordy. "There was lots of tension during the session. Jordy hardly spoke to Jon and thinking back now, that is the only time I remember Roberta standing guard at the door, watching everything Jordy did."
As we continued our conversation, a naked Jordy came into the room. "Mike, do you have a pair of shorts I can put on?" I went to the bedroom to find something for him, which would swallow him, since he was thinner than me. When I returned he put on the boxers and tee shirt, the sat in the recliner, adjusting his position to ease the pain in his ass. "So, how did your conversation go?" I asked.
"See this smile on my face, he still loves me and wants to be back in my life, openly, not hidden like before." Jordy said. "I told him what had happened and he said he did not care what Roberta said or did, he would deny anything she had to say about our relationship before he was 18." "He wants me to live with him until I get all this sorted out, if not permanently."
"Sam, I am so, so sorry for what I did to you, I will spend the rest of my life trying to earn your forgiveness and respect." "Lukas, I owe you my deepest apology for holding our indiscretion over your head to keep you from leaving me, going on to bigger and better things, which you certainly can do." "Every beating I had from Mother is my physical punishment for the wrongs I have done."
Sam jumped up, "Stop this nonsense, Jordy, no one deserves to be abused like you have been over the years." "I hate what you did to me and it will take me a long time to forgive you, but I will." "Are we ever going to be friends, I just do not know, but I can and will help you get out of that situation." "And for that help, all I ask is you never return to the sneaky, deviant behavior again, respect your clients, treat them with kid gloves and for God's sake, love Jon like you have never loved anyone in your entire life."
Lukas got up, put his arms around Sam, "Ditto, what Sam said." Hank put his arms around me and kissed me. Jordy looked stunned. "What?" I asked. Jordy just shook his head, "This has been a strange day." "First I fire you and Hank, then my mother makes be strip naked and beats my ass until it is bloody; I get shitfaced, come over here threatening to kill myself; I throw up all over you; you clean me up, and put me to bed. At this point, Jordy started crying again.
He took a deep breath, "You know the rest, but seeing you and Hank kissing?kissing cousins?" I looked at Hank, he shook his head in agreement with my thoughts. "Jordy, Hank is not my cousin, we made that up to keep you from hitting on him and I was not ready to come out yet." "Hank is my partner, my lover, whatever you wan to call him." "I fucking knew it from the first time I came over here and saw you two together, you couldn't keep your eyes off him." "Holy shit!" "And Sam with Lukas. Do you have anymore surprises?" I said that was enough for tonight.
Jordy asked Hank to go to his car and bring his cellphone and wallet inside. "I don't think I locked the car, in fact, I don't know where my keys are." Hank went to the kitchen table, picked up the keys and rattled them at Jordy, then headed outside. Returning, he gave the wallet, keys and cellphone to Jordy. Looking at his phone, there were multiple calls from Roberta, which he erased without listening to them. However, the last call was from a number he did not recognize.
He put the phone on speaker and listened to the message. It was from the police department where his business is located, telling him to please call as soon as he got this message. Jordy was trembling so much, he could not redial. I took the phone, called the number, identified myself as Mr. Coe's attorney. The officer I was speaking with told me Mr. Coe's studio had been vandalized and they had a suspect in custody. "She claims she is Mr. Coe's mother."
I told the officer I would bring Mr. Coe to the studio to assess the damage, etc. When asked about the suspect, I told him I had no interest in seeing her or talking to her, she needed to call her own attorney. I disconnected. "That OK, Jordy?" I asked. "Yes." he answered. "After we go to the studio, take me home so I can get some clothes, some of my conservative clothing, I never want to wear those ridiculous outfits again." "Do you have anything that might possibly fit my skinny ass?" I suggested a track suit as it would be easy on the sore ass.
I helped him to the bedroom to change, which was difficult because he was so tender and sore. I said we would take my car and asked him if he wanted any of the others to go with us. "Shit yes, why not? He took a deep breath and said, "I'm ready."
Another installment completed. I wrote this at least 4 times, different versions, but decided to go with this one. Hope you enjoy it. I appreciate you reading this story and welcome any comments you may have. Additionally, please donate to Nifty.