by DJ Manly
Cory nodded.
“Wow,” Tim ran his hand over one of Gian’s arms. “You got bigger biceps than me and look at those pecs. I’ve been working on mine for years and—”
“Tim, shut up,” Andy said “and take Cory back upstairs.”
Tim quietly left with Cory.
“There’s a whip on the wall in the other room,” Andy said. “Have fun.”
Gian went into the room and looked at that pathetic bastard kneeling there, his hands together as if they were tied. “Don’t hurt me,” he pleaded, his gaze roaming over him. “If you take off those pants, I’ll be really scared,” he whispered, his chest heaving.
“Really?” Gian replied, his voice full of hate. “Well, you’re not going see what I got in my pants. You are a dirty scumbag, you know that, a lowlife not fit to crawl over the earth. I heard all about what you did to Daniel. You want a beating? It will be my pleasure to give you one.” Gian leaned over him, his lips very close to his ear. “I’m going to give you the beating of your life and then I don’t ever want to see you back here again. Is that clear?”
He nodded, breathing hard.
Gian took the whip down off the wall. “I’m going to enjoy this much more than you know,” he said, and each time he cracked the whip across the man’s buttocks, he whispered, “This is for Daniel.”
* * * *
Cory sat on the bed and looked at Tim.
“I want to fuck you, Cory,” Tim told him, “don’t you like me a little?”
He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter, does it, if I like you, or not? You’re going to do it anyway.”
“My biceps aren’t as nice as his and he has fantastic pecs, but maybe he’s got no balls and a small cock.”
Cory sighed. “Could be, but I doubt it.”
Tim ran his hands over him. “Lie down and let me touch you.”
Cory shivered at his touch, but it wasn’t half as bad as that cigar guy. He lay back, prepared for his fate. Tim got on top of him and Cory turned off his mind. Suddenly he gasped as he felt Tim being pulled off him. He sat up to see Gian, who had Tim by the collar. He wrapped Gian’s shirt around him.
Tim was on the floor. “What did you do that for?”
“Because Andy said he was mine tonight. I don’t want your sloppy seconds,” Gian growled. “Now, get out!”
Tim got to his feet. “Maybe we could share.”
“Yeah and maybe we couldn’t,” Gian glared at him.
“I think you’re hot.”
Gian shoved him toward the door. “I think you’re not. Now get out.”
He left with a sigh. “You’ll change your mind,” he called on the way down the hall.
“Yeah right,” Gian mumbled, “not even if the only thing left to fuck was a hole in the ground.”
Cory gasped, then laughed. “I can’t believe you said that to him.”
“What?” Gian came over to the bed.
“What you just said about the hole in the ground. That was wild.” Cory shook his head.
Gian looked down at him. Slowly, Cory removed the shirt from around his shoulders and lay on the bed. “You are so hot, everyone here thinks so. I can’t believe you want me. I want you, too. Finally I really want to do it with someone.”
Gian looked at him. He reached down and drew the blanket up over his nakedness.
Cory sat up. “What’s wrong?”
“I…can’t do this,” he said.
“But you said you wanted me.”
“Listen to me,” Gian said, sitting on the edge of the bunk. “If anyone asks, we did it tonight, all right?”
“Why are we lying? Why don’t we just make love?”
“I…” he hesitated.”I can’t.”
“I don’t understand. Are you impotent?”
“Impotent?” His eyes widened.
“You know…can’t get it up?”
Gian laughed faintly. “I know what it means, Cory.”
“Then?”
“Just do as I ask you,” he whispered.
“Will you kiss me goodnight?” Cory asked.
“No.” Gian got up from the bed. “Get some sleep. It will all be over soon.”
Cory watched him leave. What would all be over soon?
* * * *
When Gian left the room, he was shaking. He had just beaten an old pervert with a whip and part of him had enjoyed it in a sadistic kind of way. And then there was the way Cory made him feel when he looked at him lying there naked…and that, he didn’t even want to begin to think about.
The following night, Gian called Clint. He told him about his experiences so far.
“Are you all right?” Clint asked.
“No. I’m very depressed. Is it enough or not?”
Clint sighed. “Can you witness without participating?”
“Damn it, Clint, I can’t stand by and watch these boys being sexually assaulted. No, I won’t do that.”
“You need to get some of the boys to talk to you.”
“I’m working on that.”
“Can you take pictures?”
Gian moaned. “Pictures?”
“Make them believe you’re one of them. Tell ‘em you like to take pictures, or videos.”
“They’re not going to buy that.”
“Do what you can. Go straight nights now.”
Gian sighed and hung up. He phoned Mason to request the night shift. Before he went to work that evening, he threw up twice.
Daniel was ready to come out of sickbay, but when Gian came to work that night, he insisted he remain there.
Cory was in visiting with Daniel when Gian arrived. He was surprised to see him there at night during the week.
“I think he needs another few days,” Gian said.
“But I feel all right,” Daniel protested.
Gian came over to him and smoothed back his hair. “Stay here, Danny, its safe here.”
“Will you visit me?”
“Of course.”
Cory looked at him, then away. Gian left with a nod at Cory, but he didn’t say anything. Cory was hurt that he’d rejected him last night. He wouldn’t even kiss him, yet he’d gone off into a room with that old cigar man.
* * * *
“What’s wrong, Cory?” Daniel asked him.
“Nothing. See you later,” he stormed out. He found Gian coming out of the recreation room. “So,” he accused, “you prefer old men to me, eh?”
Gian lifted an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about. I’m talking about last night. If you had tried me, you…”
Gian took his arm and quickly steered him into the bathroom.
“This is more like it,” Cory said, trying to wrap his arms around him.
Gian untangled himself from him. “I asked you to tell people we had done it last night and here you are announcing at the top of your lungs that I never touched you.”
“Why didn’t you touch me? Do you find me ugly?” Cory demanded.
“No, Cory. I don’t find you ugly,” Gian sighed.
“Then why the old guy and not me?” Tears stung his eyes.
“I had my reasons.”
“I’m hurt that you…I mean…I really wanted to do it with you last night.” He lowered his head.
Gian lifted his chin with his finger. He smiled at him. “I’m flattered. Thank you. But I can’t make love to you, Cory,” his voice softened, “not now and not ever.”
Cory looked up at him with sad eyes. “Who are you anyway?”
Gian stepped away from him. “I’m a guard,” he said. “Now go and get ready for bed,” he added hastily. “And remember, you promised to keep our secret?”
“I don’t understand why you want me to lie, but if anyone asks, I’ll say we did it. Were you supposed to be any good at it?” Cory added with a grin.
Gian smiled faintly. “That part, I’ll leave up to your imagination.”
Cory took one last look at him, “With a guy
who looks as good as you do, shouldn’t be hard for my imagination to work overtime.”
He reached out and ruffled his hair, much the same way as he did with Daniel.
Cory gave him a curious look. “You treat me like a little boy.”
“That’s because to me,” Gian replied, “you are a little boy.”
“But I’m not. I’m almost nineteen and I’m not even officially supposed to be here.”
He left Gian in the bathroom, not quite sure what to make of this guy. He just knew that in spite of his physical attractiveness, he was a very odd character.
* * * *
Gian thought a lot about what Clint said to him on the phone. He really hated this assignment. He hated pretending to be a pervert and he hated waiting. He wanted to put an end to this and he knew that if he wasn’t careful, he could blow the entire thing.
He hadn’t been prepared for Cory, that’s for sure. Not only was Cory already suspicious of him, he seemed to be genuinely attracted to him. He was nineteen years old and a man. He had to keep his distance from him because he had literally been tempted last night for a fraction of a second when he lay naked on that bed in front of him. That wasn’t good.
It wasn’t the first time he’d been tempted on an undercover assignment. Sometimes the job called for it and, attracted or not, he was forced to sleep with someone. He hated using and manipulating people and sometimes he had no choice, but having any sexual contact with Cory could hurt this case. It was unethical and a potential powder keg.
He had managed to put Daniel in a place where he at least was protected for the time being. He had talked to Mason and Mason agreed to keep him in sickbay for as long as it took. He couldn’t protect them all, but Daniel was the most vulnerable right now and he was suffering already.
He was going to have to become an insider, whether he wanted to or not. He had to convince those creeps that he was just as sick and twisted as they were without actually participating. That was a trick.
He was beginning to get close to Daniel, who he was sure in time would confess everything, but it would take awhile. That was perfectly normal given his experience with adult men. As for Cory, he wasn’t sure how far to push this with him yet. He could turn on him, tell Andy he’d been asking questions.
He had bought a movie camera and tonight he would tell Andy that he wanted to take pictures for his own personal viewing pleasure. He would see what kind of reaction he’d get. He seriously doubted Andy would go for it, but it was worth a try.
Next week, Mason promised that Daniel would be moved out of sickbay and transferred to another facility. No one would ever hurt him again. But right now, he had to keep working on him, try to break him down so that he would tell him about the things that had happened to him.
Gian began doing bed checks. He saw the one they called Pug supervising some of the boys as they came out of the bathrooms after brushing their teeth. He watched him pull Ace aside, whisper something in his ear and then fondle his genitals roughly before he pushed him away.
Gian made his hands into fists and slammed his jaw together. It was hard to stand there and watch that, but he had to let the little things go until he was sure he had enough of a case to arrest all three of them.
Pug came down the hall now. He did have a face like a bulldog, ugly as sin. “Hey, stud,” he cooed. “All quiet down here?”
“It’s fine,” Gian said. “What about you?”
“Cool. So,” he said, lowering his voice, “how long you been into S and M?”
“A while. I like to experiment,” he shrugged.
“Maybe sometime we could experiment together.”
“Maybe,” Gian replied. “But I like to take pictures you know…use a video camera.”
Pugs eyes widened. “You’re one sick puppy. You like to watch it after you do it, eh?”
“Well, its something to watch,” Gian met his eyes boldly, giving him a cocky grin.
“I bet it is,” he drawled, his gaze following Cory down the hall. “You see that?”
“Yes, I see it,” Gian replied.
“That’s one hot guy. You should have seen him when they first brought him in…what a cocky street whore he was. The rougher you gave it to him, the better. I’d love to see the two of you together. Bet he’d really get off on you.”
“I would love it, but he’s not my type.”
“Oh, he’s everyone’s type when you want it rough and dirty. He’s one horny guy. What about the other night, did you enjoy it?”
“The other night…yeah…well it was all right for an entree.”
Pug laughed. “Let’s go get him, bring him downstairs just the two of us before Andy comes, rip off his clothes and do him good.”
“I can’t right now. I have bed check. Maybe later.”
“I wouldn’t mind ripping off your clothes,” he said softly, close to his ear.
“Oh yeah?” Gian regarded him with a bland expression. “Don’t distract me, honey. I have work to do.”
“Hey,” Pug said as Gian began to walk away, “tell Cory I’ll see him later and that you and me are going to do him good. That should get his juices flowing.” He started laughing.
Gian gave him a forced smile. “Sure, if I get the chance.” When he arrived at Cory’s room, he was already in bed, the lamp on. He was reading a book. “Ready for bed?” Gian walked into the room.
“Are you giving me an invitation?” Cory smiled.
“Yeah, an invitation to turn out the light and go to sleep.”
“Boring.”
Gian laughed. “Well, I for one like boring old sleep.”
“Is Daniel ever coming back? I miss him,” Cory said. “Is he all right?”
“He’s fine. Don’t worry about Daniel,” Gian told him, leaning over and switching off the lamp.
Cory reached up and wrapped his fingers around his wrist.
Gian paused.
Cory pulled his hand down to his lips and kissed it.
Gian slowly slid his hand out of his grasp. “What was that for?”
“Just because you’re the kind of man I’d want, if I were out there looking for one.”
“Ah.” He wasn’t sure what to say to that.
“Goodnight, Gian Franca,” Cory murmured. He rolled over and closed his eyes.
“Goodnight, Cory,” Gian replied softly and left.
“What’s this shit about taking pictures?” Andy demanded as Gian came out of the guard’s office.
He was face to face with Andy now, all three hundred and fifty pounds of him. Gian towered over him, which made him feel somewhat bigger, at least in height.
“Nothing, I just told Pug that I like to video tape shit, that’s all.”
“What shit?” He eyed him.
“Like the boys. I’d like to video tape the boys.”
“With you?”
“Not necessarily. They could be with you. It’s just a hobby of mine. Maybe you could turn it on for me sometimes when…you know, the boys are down there and you are getting hot.”
“How bout you turn it on for me?” Andy took a step toward him. There was no one in the hallway. It was dark except for the emergency lights.
He smelt really bad. How repulsive.
“You talk the good talk, baby, but do you walk the walk?”
“I really like to watch,” Gian breathed, bringing his mouth close to Andy’s neck. “It turns me on.”
Andy began to undo his shirt, revealing those rolls of fat. He had breasts as big as any female. He was breathing hard. “Suck on these,” he invited, lifting his nipples.
“Here? Now?” Gian looked around. “How ‘bout we do this downstairs later so I can give those my full attention?”
Andy reached out and brushed his hand against Gian’s groin. “I want to see it.”
“Downstairs. Will you let me bring my camera?”
Andy began to do up his shirt. He looked up at him. “You might be pretty, but that doesn’t mean a damn thing. I�
��ll expect you downstairs later and bring that camera. I’ll give you a show you won’t forget. And when you come, bring Cory and Tony with you.”
He swallowed. “Okay.”
“You do like them, don’t you?”
“Sure.”
Andy eyed him, then he reached around and pulled the tie off his hair. He looked at him for a moment. “Damn, you are something to look at. Tonight we’ll spend some time looking at the rest of you.”
Gian watched him waddle off down the hall.
Andy paused suddenly and turned around. “I’ll have another uniform issued, cause baby tonight I’m going to rip that thing off you with my teeth.”
“Can’t wait,” Gian whispered. Andy laughed all the way down the hall. Gian went into the bathroom and ran cold water over his face, being within inches of that fat bastard made him feel as if he’d been rolling around in vomit. He couldn’t imagine having to put his mouth on any part of that, let alone suck those woman sized breasts. Damn, there was something’s he wouldn’t do, even for the NYPD.
He put off going to get Tony and Cory until the last minute. He brought the video camera with him. He could do this. He could fake what ever he needed to in order to get this on film. Even if he had to touch that piece of garbage, he would if it meant he could be the one to put his ass in jail.
Cory was half asleep when he walked him down the hall. Tony seemed resigned. “Who’s there?” he asked.
“Just us guards,” Gian said.
Cory glared at him. “So, you’ve joined the perverts finally?”
“Just shut up and hurry,” he said. In order to convince the guards, he had to try and convince everyone. If he did this right, he’d make himself the main player tonight and he would spare the boys misery. Andy was focused on him.
He decided as he pushed both of them in the room that he better give an academy award performance because Andy was looking for more then talk.
Tim came over to him. He was shirtless and he did a curl with his bicep. “I’ve been working out,” he said. “Soon they will be a nice as yours, nicer.”
“Congratulations,” he said.
Cory and Tony stood over by the wall. Cory was giving him a look that was tearing out his heart, but he had to ignore him.