by A M Snead
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The sincerity of the apology escaped Scotty’s detection, though he struggled desperately to hear it in the man’s voice, see it in his eyes. It felt more like an apology offered in exasperation to appease an irritatingly “sensitive” person.
Was he sorry at all for raping him?
He didn’t “rape” you. He was rough, is all. He’s been rough before and you liked it. It’s just how he does it. You are being too sensitive.
Maybe he was. But he couldn’t shake this new, unsettling feeling in his gut that insisted this was all an illusion; there was no love here, and although the man had once really wanted “him”…he didn’t anymore…he just wanted Jack. But Scotty didn’t want to believe that. To believe it meant that, soon, he would be alone again. Even though it didn’t always feel sincere…it felt good when the man said “I love you.” It felt good to be loved…on any level.
“Do you forgive me?” the man asked. His voice was low, even soft. But the softness didn’t reach his eyes. Scotty watched the man’s fingers tease the snap of his own pants then pop the button loose. “Let me fuck you again, and I promise, this time it’ll be good for us both.” He slid down his zipper. The bulge in his crotch was already prominent, and as the fly of his jeans opened, Scotty caught a glimpse of his hardened cock—no briefs.
For the first time ever—Scotty hesitated. Where he had so recently craved the man’s touch, needed to be consumed and possessed by him…he now experienced a flicker of dread. Even fear. The guy had hurt him last night and—as much as Scotty wanted to deny it—didn’t even care that he had.
“I forgive you,” Scotty whispered but made no move to undress.
“Come on,” the man chuckled low. It wasn’t as pleasant as Scotty remembered it to be. He stepped toward Scotty, unfastening his own shirt. “Strip down. I have to get back soon.”
Swallowing thickly, Scotty moved back rather than forward. “I…I don’t really…”
The man went still, fingers paused on a shirt button. “I said I was sorry. You said you forgave me. So, what’s the problem?”
“I’m…” Scotty reached for a truthful excuse—the guy could sense when he was lying. “I’m…sore.”
“Mm.” The man smiled and commenced opening his shirt. “I’ll be gentle. I need this. I can’t go back to the studio with a raging hard-on…especially with Jack in there…showing his cock…” Lust hazed his eyes as they went distant for a moment, his breath quickening. Partially lost in his fantasy of Jack, he shrugged off his shirt and grabbed Scotty, twisting him around. His hands went down to the front of Scotty’s pants and hurriedly opened them.
“Don’t…” Scotty heard the word fall from his lips but didn’t remember “thinking” it first. It was just there. “I-I don’t want to do this,” he choked quietly.
“I said I would be gentle,” the man panted, yet his hands were not being gentle as they shoved into Scotty’s crotch.
“No…” Tears welled up quick and spilled down Scotty’s face. “I don’t want to do this…anymore.” Scotty was as startled by his confession as the man was. Was it true? Did he want all this to stop? Even though he would be alone?
“No, baby,” the man cooed and kissed his head. He withdrew his hands and hugged Scotty in a strong, comforting embrace. “You do still want this.” He kissed his neck softly. “You do still want me. You know you do.” He sighed and slid his wet tongue around Scotty’s ear. “You’re just hurting, baby. And you don’t think clearly when the pain starts.” He worked one hand into Scotty’s pocket and took out the knife. “You’re hurting,” he murmured again, his thumb slowly pushing open the blade. “But you know how to make the pain stop.” He tucked the open knife in Scotty’s palm and pressed his warm lips to Scotty’s cheek. “Make it go away, baby,” he whispered. “Then let me make love to you. I know you want me to.” He hugged Scotty closer, his strong, warm body clouding Scotty’s senses, disrupting his thought processes.
Maybe it really was the pain messing up his perception, making him think the man didn’t love him anymore.
“I’ll help you,” the man said quietly, with affection. “If you want me to.”
Scotty swallowed hard, warm tears rolling down his cheeks. He nodded. “Not…not on my arms.”
“All right,” the man whispered then helped Scotty remove his pants. “Lean against the log.”
Still in his briefs, Scotty’s legs shook as he rested back against the rough bark of the large, fallen tree. He stared at the man’s face as the guy gazed back at him…with love?
“I love you, Scotty,” he murmured and kissed him with passion. “I don’t want you to hurt.” His hand wrapped gently around Scotty’s loose fist that gripped the knife, and squeezed firmly, locking the knife securely in Scotty’s grasp. “We’ll stop the pain…together.”
Trembling, crying quietly, Scotty nodded and allowed the man to direct the knife to his thigh. He closed his eyes as his soft skin seemed to melt beneath the sharp blade and warmth oozed down his leg.
“How does that feel?” the man whispered.
“Better…” Scotty shuddered, a fraction of the pain seeping out of him.
“Good.” The knife touched another part of his thigh and Scotty slowly opened his eyes and watched the man move his hand, guide the blade—and cut him again. He flinched and whimpered when it sank a little deeper. “Relax,” the man said quietly. “If you cut deeper…the pain will go away faster.”
Fresh tears spilled out, but Scotty didn’t stop him, though a quiet fear sprouted up in the back of his mind, pressing at his consciousness. He resisted it as the man kissed him, slithering his tongue into Scotty’s mouth then pulling it back. His head pushed against Scotty’s damp brow, his breath uneven. He rubbed his thumb through the blood, slick on Scotty’s leg.
“You’re a freak, Scotty,” he rasped. “I’m the only one who wants you…who will ever want you.” His lips lingered on Scotty’s mouth. “You have no idea how much I really want you. Do you really want to leave me, be alone for the rest of your life?” He traced the tip of his tongue over Scotty’s lower lip. “Hmm?”
“No,” Scotty choked and pushed his face into the man’s neck. “I want to be with you. I want us—”
A snapping twig and startled gasp jerked their attention to the path.
A wide-eyed, frightened Mickey stared back at them in quiet horror as he took in their half-naked bodies…the knife…the blood.
A different, more crippling fear gripped Scotty when the man’s hard eyes locked on Mickey and he backed away from Scotty, moving toward the other boy.
Mickey. No…no, you can’t be here, you…you can’t “see” this.
42 “The Closet Caper”
“As soon as Garrett shows up, we’ll get the camera crew in here and begin the intro.” Gideon walked to the door. “Until then, just relax. But stay here. I don’t want to have to hunt you down when we’re ready to go.”
“Aye, aye, Cap’n.” Lucas saluted and grinned. “Should we start fluffing each other?”
Gideon chuckled. “Whatever it takes to get you ready.”
“Mmm.” Lucas squeezed Jack’s neck in the crook of his arm and nibbled his earlobe. “Yay.”
“Good luck.” Gideon shot Jack a look of mock sympathy, shook his head, and left the day room.
“Fluffing?” Jack looked at Lucas. “Sounds like what you do to a pillow.”
Derek laughed. “Sometimes in porn, they hire people to”—he smiled—“keep the guys aroused between shots, make sure they stay in performance condition. They’re called fluffers.”
Jack stared at him, feeling like he should know this stuff—he’d done enough porn research before coming here. Were they just fucking with him? “Seriously?”
The other three busted up. “Seriously.” Zachary laughed. “If I had to choose, though, I would much rather be the fluffee than the fluffer.”
“Oh yeah?” Derek smirked. “So, in our last scene, you didn’t enjoy fluff
ing me?”
“I was blowing you,” Zachary corrected. “Not fluffing.”
“What’s the difference?” Lucas chuckled. “Blow job, hand job…isn’t it all fluffing?”
“It’s…not the same thing,” Zachary laughed.
Jack raised an eyebrow, grinning. “So, does Gideon hire fluffers?”
Lucas snorted and stretched. “No need to. We can hold our own.” He wiggled his hips.
“Yeah,” Derek agreed. “As long as we got a hot, horny co-star…we’re good.”
“Sometimes,” Zachary chimed in, “the twins volunteer, just for the fun of it.” He grinned.
Jack nodded and smiled—he could believe that.
“Can you imagine putting that on your resume as past employment?” Lucas snorted. “My last job, Mr. Employer? Oh, I, uh…made sure the porn stars maintained their hard-ons. So, yeah, I’m good with my hands. Wink. Wink.”
“Fuck,” Derek laughed. “I’d love to see that employer’s reaction.”
“The right employer would whip out his goods and tell the guy to prove it.” Lucas nodded.
“Well,” Zach mused. “Now we know what kind of employer you would be.”
“Hey.” Lucas smirked. “You can’t just tell me you’re good at something. You better be fucking ready to prove it, is all I’m saying.” He flopped his head toward Jack and smiled. “Which brings me to you.”
Jack held up his hand. “Hey, I never claimed to be good.”
“But I have,” Lucas sighed and flicked an eyebrow. “So, I guess during our scene, I should be the one…” He leaned down and lightly bit Jack’s crotch. “…fluffing you.”
Jack groaned low as his cock twitched. He chuckled. “That word just does not inspire me to get hard.”
“Oh, it will,” Lucas murmured, his mouth still touching Jack’s goods. “Trust me.” He nipped Jack’s growing bulge, causing him to flinch and moan, then slipped his hand between Jack’s thighs and underneath him, squeezing his balls through his pants. Lucas took a bigger mouthful of his crotch and worked his teeth just firm enough to incite a full-on erection.
“Fuck.” Jack laughed unsteadily, his breath suddenly quick. He raised his hips, providing Lucas’ hand more room beneath him as the guy massaged his balls with a firm thumb. “Mmm!” Jack drew a deep breath through his nostrils and slid his hand over Lucas’ head, his fingers tensely flexing in the man’s hair. Jack dropped his head against the back of the sofa and bit his lower lip. His eyes closed a little and lips parted, breath catching in his throat. He wasn’t aware that Zachary had moved until his mouth touched down on Jack’s own and his warm, wet tongue ventured inside. Jack moaned deeply and pushed into the kiss. His free hand snaked under the hem of Zach’s t-shirt and rubbed up his ribs as the guy rested on one knee beside him, hovering over him.
“Fuck,” Zachary panted heavily, breaking the kiss, his lips still on Jack’s mouth. “You’re a fucking hot kisser.”
Jack smiled and swallowed thickly. “So are you.”
Moaning, Zach dragged his lips down Jack’s neck. “I can’t wait to fuck you, Jack.” He sucked Jack’s skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful and sexy.” Drawing back, Zachary nudged Lucas’ shoulder.
Lucas lifted his head from Jack’s lap. “What?”
“Move.” Zach smirked. “My turn.”
Lucas scowled but sat up and scooted out of the way as Zach straddled Jack’s lap and ground his hard cock against Jack’s throbbing crotch. The guy was wearing skintight pants of a thin, flexible, spandex-type material that left little to the imagination and allowed Jack to “feel” him in vivid detail.
“Come on, Jack,” Zach breathed hot against Jack’s ear. “Show me what those hips can do.” With that, he clutched Jack and dropped down on the sofa on his back, pulling Jack over on top of him. His hands went under the back of Jack’s shirt and his short nails raked his skin. “Give me a preview.” Zach curled his legs around Jack’s body and pushed his hips up.
“All right, now we have a show,” Lucas groaned. “Go on, Jack—Derek and I will be your cheerleaders, cheering you on.”
They fell into a unified chant—“Jack, Jack, he’s the man—if he can’t make Zach cum, no one can!”
“Shit,” Jack laughed and licked his lips as he stared down into Zachary’s face. Good God, the boy was fucking gorgeous. Skin so smooth and perfect…made Jack want to lick him. He kissed him instead—he would save the licking for their shoot together. Zach sucked Jack’s tongue deep into his mouth and grabbed his ass with both hands and began rubbing his stiff cock against him. The guy was too much to resist and Jack rolled his hips, curving low, deep down into his crotch, pressing firm against his heavy balls, and pushing upward, dragging over his cock. Zach gasped into his mouth but didn’t release his tongue, merely sucked harder, urging Jack to keep doing what he was doing.
Jack closed his eyes and Garrett’s face instantly appeared, flickering behind his eyelids like an old film strip, propelling Jack backwards in time to their first shoot together, replaying the scene detail for detail.
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Derek hugged Lucas’ neck with one arm as he leaned against the guy’s back, fist pumping the air with his other hand in time with Lucas and the chant, both of them urging Jack on, laughing—and growing hotter and harder by the second. Lucas’ back began to heat up under Derek’s chest and his left hand shoved back into Derek’s crotch, squeezing him hungrily.
The rear view of Jack’s rolling ass, even concealed within his pants, was enough to cause Derek to overheat. The guy’s Dockers sucked to his firm, flexing ass cheeks, clinging as he began to sweat beneath the fabric. Derek bit Lucas’ shoulder and growled, “Fuh-uuck.”
Jack moved with a fluid rhythm that had his body “rolling” from top to bottom so smoothly it brought to mind his performance onstage—which only made Derek harder and hornier. His fist ceased pumping and his fingers began to flex, reaching wantonly for the guy’s ass. Lucas laughed and smacked his hand back, his other still clutching and working Derek’s rigid cock through his pants.
Beneath Jack, Zachary moaned and panted. His legs squeezed Jack’s hips and hands shoved down the back of Jack’s pants, groping his ass.
Derek bit Lucas again. “Not fair, man,” he groaned in agony.
“Fuck!” Zach choked on a hard gasp as Jack’s hip’s surged and pumped against him. “Fuck,” Zach panted and moaned when Jack shifted just a little. “Oh God…right there…yes…you’re gonna make me fucking cum, baby.”
“Oh my God.” Lucas shuddered and squeezed Derek’s cock. “I think we’ve surpassed fluffing.”
A low snicker from the doorway dragged their eyes off the two boys on the sofa. Bailey leaned against the doorframe, arms folded over his chest, a smirk on his lips. “I see you’re all working hard.”
“Oh, hell yeah,” Lucas growled and lunged off the sofa. “You’re right on time.” He strode quickly across the room and grabbed Bailey, crushing him against the doorframe. He kissed him hard and groped his body hungrily. “Come with me,” Lucas panted when he came up for air. Bailey didn’t have time to respond before Lucas practically dragged him to the walk-in closet, pushed him inside, followed, and closed the door behind them.
“Thanks for inviting me to join you!” Derek called out, then shook his head and muttered, “Selfish bastard.”
It didn’t take long before it sounded like a wrecking ball was slamming through the closet, metal hangers clanging, items crashing to the floor. A whole lot of grunts and pants and muffled demands to “Fuck me harder!” burst through the thin closet doors.
“Animals,” Derek snorted, eyes burning into Jack’s perfect rump, following every little flex of his ass cheeks beneath his thin pants. “Fuck. Enough already,” he growled and leaned forward, scooping his arm around Jack’s waist. “Come back here and visit me now.” He sat back sideways on the sofa, pulling Jack off Zachary and backwards onto his lap. Jack moaned and dropped his head against Derek’s shoulder. Both
of Derek’s hands went to Jack’s crotch, squeezing and rubbing.
Zach lay still for a moment, panting hard, his raging erection stretching his tight pants. He rubbed himself and propped up on his elbows. Derek looked at his bulging crotch then beckoned to him. Grinning, face glistening with a light sheen of sweat, Zach curled forward and crawled up between both Jack’s and Derek’s legs, latching his mouth onto Jack’s slick, hot neck. Derek kept one hand on Jack and rubbed Zachary’s rock-hard package with his other as the guy rocked against his palm.
“Fuck,” Derek gasped. Jack swayed his hips slowly back and forth, grinding his ass against Derek’s pulsing erection. “Oh my God, you both feel so fucking good.” He tugged his hands free and slid them over Zachary’s ass, so sexy and well-defined beneath his tight stretch pants, squeezed and pulled him harder against Jack. “Do it,” Derek groaned. “Fuck Jack.”
“Uuh!” Jack wailed low when Zach began to rock against him, in turn shoving Jack harder into Derek’s crotch.
“Oh, fuck yes…” Derek shuddered and gripped Zachary’s ass tighter, fingers digging into his luscious, sweaty cheeks, the dampness seeping out through the stretch fabric. He delved into his crease, savoring the hard flex of his ass with each thrust. “Ahhh fuck…” He swallowed thickly, breath laboring. Jack’s own hot breath puffed forcefully against his ear, the guy’s hot body curving and rolling with Zach’s rhythm.
The sudden clearing of a throat halted their activity. “I should have known I couldn’t leave you boys alone without adult supervision,” Gideon observed.
Zach backed off reluctantly and dropped onto the sofa, facing forward. He wiped an unsteady hand over his sweaty, flushed face and grinned. “We were just…fluffing.”
Derek lifted Jack off him and set him between himself and Zachary. “Yeah.” Derek exhaled hard and dragged his arm across his wet brow. “Fluffing.”
Lifting an eyebrow, Gideon gazed at them skeptically. “I don’t think fluffing was exactly the kind of effing you were doing…or very nearly doing, anyway.” He smirked and shook his head, crossing the floor. He glanced around. “Where is Lucas? I told you all to stay here—” A loud grunt exploded inside the closet along with a hard thud against the wall, signaling the finale of Lucas and Bailey’s wild, rushed session. Gideon sighed and scratched his temple, gazing at the closet. “Finished?” he called. “Can we get to work now?”