by DJ Manly
“Hi, babe, you and me got talking to do then later,” his eyes went to the billy club, “you’re going to be my daddy,” he cooed.
One of the men with the masks came over to Gian and said, “I’d love to be your daddy.”
“Hey, never mind him. What about me?” Cory demanded.
“I’ve never seen this one,” he looked at Andy.
“I’m not available,” Gian replied, giving the guy a deadly look. “So fuck off.”
“Why not?” He persisted.
“I have a date…with destiny,” he quipped.
“He’s impotent,” Cory chimed, laughing.
Gian held his tongue.
“Frank told me so, didn’t you Frank?” Cory jibed.
“I said maybe,” Frank managed to say through his mouth bit.
“Are you?” the man asked him.
“He is,” Cory said, “because he doesn’t want me and wouldn’t you say,” he sided up to the guy in the mask, “that any man who doesn’t want me has to be impotent?”
The man beside him grabbed him and kissed him. “Yeah, I’d say that.”
Gian rolled his eyes.
“And it’s a real shame,” Cory continued, moving closer to Gian, “cause he has one hell of a package. Bet it would make you cum just looking at this guy naked, but it’s faulty equipment.”
Andy watched the exchange between them and laughed. “Okay Cory, go do your thing. Impotent and I have to talk.”
Gian followed Andy into another room.
“He likes you,” Andy laughed.
“What?” Gian’s face blanked.
“Cory, he has the hots for you big time. He’s trying to make you jealous and he’s baiting you. Are you too stupid to figure it out?”
“I’m not into it,” Gian replied. “Now what do you want to talk about, Andy?”
“A business proposition between the two of us. Partners fifty-fifty.”
“In the porn business,” Gian said.
“Yes. But really sexy films, not the boring crap of today. I want to do things that even the most ex-rated porn’s won’t do.”
“Using the boys here?”
“Of course, and you. You are so beautiful that you could stop time, Franca. Don’t you think I don’t notice how hot the boys are for you and the other two guards, as well? If we made an occasional snuff movie, we’d be rich.”
“I’ll give it some thought.”
“Good. Now,” he moved closer, “you and I got a horny date. Take off my clothes and lick me all over.”
Gian stood. “Andy, there’s nothing I’d rather do, but I forgot something. I forgot to lock the office upstairs.”
“Forget the office. It’s okay. Do it later.”
“No. I left some sensitive stuff there. What if someone found it? Hold that thought. I promise I’ll be right back.”
Andy groaned as Gian left the room. He tried not to look at what was going on with Tony and Cory and the two men in leather, but at least there was no violence.
He ran upstairs and then removed the pen he had in his wallet. He had brought a small tape recorder into the room that was made like a pen. He pressed rewind and then play. He heard the last three seconds of the conversation he had had with Andy. If the D.A. wasn’t going to help him get the evidence he needed, then he’d get it himself.
He tucked the pen away in his locker and then took a long breath. He had to work up his courage to go back down there. He didn’t want to come within ten feet of Andy Falcon tonight, but he had no choice. He had to stay in his good graces and that meant he would have to do what he had to do. He’d known this when he took this job.
He squared his shoulders and walked back down the stairs. When he walked in, the leather men were gone. He walked into the other room to find Andy lying naked on the bed and Cory sitting on the floor next to him.
“Got horny,” he said to Gian, “so Cory took care of me.”
“Then guess you don’t need me,” Gian muttered.
“Oh yes I do. Cory and I decided that tonight we want to see you naked and Cory and I have a bet about you being impotent.”
“A bet,” he said flatly.
“Don’t make me lose,” Cory looked at him.
“You bet against me,” Gian told him.
“Sure I did. It’s not normal, you haven’t had me yet.”
“I think you are just a little full of yourself,” Gian scoffed. “Not every man who sees you wants you!”
“Then you’re a freak, abnormal and…asexual,” Cory taunted.
“If you say so,” Gian answered.
Andy motioned to him. He held up a greased billy club. He handed it to Cory and turned on his stomach. “Give handsome the club,” he instructed.
“Maybe I should,” Cory said, looking up at him from the floor. “Maybe I should do this to you.” He crawled over to his feet and moved his hands up Gian’s thighs.
Gian sucked in some breath. “You won’t be doing that to me.” He took the club out of his hand and threw it aside.
Cory clutched his knees, raising his eyes to his groin. “Let me take it out, hold it a minute?”
Gian moved away from him. “No,” he said. “Go to bed. I want to be alone with Andy.”
Cory frowned, narrowing his eyes. “Fine,” he got up and threw the blanket down. He stood there completely naked. “But you look at me and tell me you don’t want me!”
He looked at him and away. “Go to bed,” he said, his voice hard.
Cory swore. “If you want that more than me,” he hissed as he walked past him, “then have a good time.”
Gian took a breath. Then he heard Andy say, “I’m waiting.”
“I’m coming,” he replied and picked up the club off the floor.
* * * *
Cory did something he hadn’t done in a long time, he cried bitter tears when he got into bed. Not only did Gian not want him, he preferred a smelly, stinky, fat man to him. Although the other night he could have sworn that he was turned off by the sight of Andy naked. How could he want him? He didn’t understand.
* * * *
Gian went home after his shift and slept the entire day away. He felt like shit when he woke up. He stopped by the station and told Clint that he was recording conversations at the institution. He gave him the first tape.
“How are you getting away with it?” Clint asked. “Be careful, Gian. Falcon is dangerous. If he caught on, he would—”
Gian cut him off. “I can’t do this forever and I can’t wait for the D.A. to take their thumb out of their ass.”
“Have you had to do things that are difficult for you, Gian?”
“Damn right, more than just difficult, disgusting is more like it and I have a boy with hurt feelings on top of that.”
“Who?”
“Cory. The one I’ve tried to get to talk to me. He won’t, and worse he seems to have developed this crush on me. I can’t return his affections even if I wanted to. He thinks I don’t like him.”
“And, do you want to?” Clint’s eyes widened. “How old is he?”
“Clint, relax, number one he is almost nineteen and I said, even if I wanted to, not that I wanted to. If circumstances were different and…” he trailed off, “never mind. Anyway, I have it under control.”
“I hope so,” Clint replied.
“How’s Daniel?” Gian enquired.
“He’s in a group home and doing all right, but he has nightmares.”
“I’ll go by and see him tomorrow after I leave work.”
“He’ll like that.” Clint looked at him. “Gian, the commissioner says this case is taking too long. He wants to pull you off and I’m fighting him on this.”
“Damn it, Clint. I want to end it now, too, but the D.A. wants more hard evidence. If Commissioner Howard pulls me out, it’s over. The D.A. wants to make it stick and I understand that. But no one will help me. They block me at every turn. What do they expect me to do, invent proof?”
“T
hey’re afraid when they drag their asses into court that they’ll get off because the defence will cry entrapment. If that room is bugged by the NYPD, it could look like a set up.”
“Stupid,” Gian sneered. “Guilt is guilt. How can they be set up for being creeps? I have a solution. I could beat the crap out of them.”
Clint patted his arm. “I know how frustrating this job gets, Gian. Be careful, son.”
Gian nodded. “I will.”
“If you get Cory and some of the older boys to come forward, along with the tapes, I think the D.A. would go for it.”
“Easier said than done, now that I’ve pissed Cory off.”
“Well, he has a crush on you, use it. Charm him. You’ve got more than your share of that.”
“Clint, he wants sex,” Gian said. “I can’t do sex. So what do you suggest, I have simulated sex with him?”
“Sweet talk him.”
Gian shook his head. “I can tell you’re not gay, Clint.” Gian laughed, “and not eighteen years old either. Talk is the last thing he wants from me, sweet or otherwise.”
Clint smiled at him. “Might be surprised. Maybe he needs a friend.”
Gian grinned. “Right,” he said, not buying it. He raised a hand and left the office.
When Gian arrived at Beaconsfield that night, Ace was acting out. Tim had him on the floor with his arm behind his back, whispering in his ear.
“Leave me alone,” Ace yelped, “son of a bitch.”
“Problems?” Gian asked, coming over to where they were on the floor.
Cory and Frank stood close by, looking pensive.
“He’s being a little shit and I’m going to break his arm if he doesn’t smarten up!” Tim growled.
Gian took Tim’s arm and pulled him up to his feet. “Let me try.” He leaned down and extended his hand to Ace. “Get up.”
Ace gave him a hesitant look, then reached out for his hand. His face was wet with tears. He wiped them away, embarrassed.
“What’s going on?” Gian asked him.
“I don’t know. Nothing,” he said. “I don’t feel so hot, that’s all.”
“It’s a bunch of crap,” Tim spat. “Just trying to fuck with my head.”
Ace glared at him. “Son of a bitch. I hate you.”
Tim took a step toward him, but Gian placed a hand on his chest, preventing him. “I’ll take him to sickbay.”
Cory looked at Frank. “Wow, he took care of that fast,” Cory whispered as Gian took Ace’s arm and steered him out of the recreation room.
“He’s just blowing you, Franca,” Tim called after him.
But they were gone.
* * * *
“Okay,” Tim looked at Cory and Frank. “Stop standing around. Go and do something like homework.”
Just then Andy came in. “Where’s Gian? I need to talk to him.”
“He’s taking Ace to sickbay,” Tim complained. “Ace is just bullshitting him. That Gian is gullible. He lets these kids pull him around by the prick.”
“He’s not gullible,” Cory protested. “He’s compassionate, something you wouldn’t know anything about, Tim.”
Tim sneered. “Keep out of it, you little shit. Then he mocked, “He’s not gullible, he’s just compassionate.” He stuck his finger in his mouth. “Why don’t you say it again and make me vomit.”
Andy looked concerned.
Just then Gian walked back in.
Tim glared at him. “I was handling things all right,” he whined. “Why don’t you mind your business?”
Gian ignored him.
“I don’t think you need to drag these kids to sickbay all the time, Gian,” Andy chastised him. “They are rarely sick, just faking.”
“Okay,” Gian replied. “If you want to take the chance that the kid is really sick and doesn’t get medical attention, then fine. But I’m glad you’re the head guard and not me. I’d hate to have to answer a lot questions if the kid croaks on you. Want me to go and get him?”
Andy hesitated and then shook his head. “Leave him there.”
Tim groaned. “Andy!”
“Look, I’m the boss. I have to take responsibility for all this shit.” He stopped and then looked at Cory and Frank. “What are you two still doing here? Go do something.”
They both scrambled out of the room.
Cory sat in the library beside Frank, looking through a travel book. “I want to go to Europe one day.”
“That would be fun. Maybe we could go together. Do backpacking and shit.”
“Yeah,” Cory said.
Tony came in now, looking bored. “Where’s Ace?”
“Sickbay. You missed a good one,” Frank said and began to explain what had happened.
“Cory said that to Tim?” Tony squealed, referring to Cory’s comment about Gian being compassionate.
“He’s nuts about him,” Frank teased.
“Am not,” Cory protested, looking down.
“Are, too. I bet you write all about him in your diary.”
“I write everything in that book.”
“Where do you hide it?” Tony asked, giggling.
“Never mind.”
* * * *
Gian happened to be going past the library and he overheard the conversation. A diary. Cory kept a diary. He wondered how long he had been writing in it and if he made reference to that room downstairs. That could be an excellent source of evidence to add to the case he was building.
He had called Mason and asked to meet with him in the morning. He had come up with something he felt that the D.A. couldn’t find any problem with. He just had to convince Mason to do it and do it right away.
He walked into the library now and told the boys it was time to get ready for bed. He felt Cory’s gaze on, him but he avoided looking at him.
Tony and Frank groaned a bit and then filed out.
Cory let the others go on ahead. He stopped and looked at Gian for a moment, then asked, “Why don’t you like me?”
Gian glanced at him. “Where did you get the impression that I don’t like you?”
“You don’t even like looking at me.”
“That’s untrue.” Gian shook his head.
“No, lately you look directly at the other boys, but not at me. I make you uncomfortable.”
“Come on, Cory. This conversation is a waste of time. I like you. Id like to be your friend if you’d let me, but you don’t trust me.”
“I’d like to be more then your friend if you’d let me,” he threw back at him. “I’m eighteen and a half. In six months, I’ll be nineteen for Christ’s sakes if that’s the problem.”
Gian met his eyes. “I won’t be here in six months, Cory, and neither will you. Now go on and get ready for bed. It’s getting late.”
“Why bother, I’m only going to get pulled out anyway. And what do you mean you won’t be here in six months. Where you going?”
“I don’t know for sure, but I might move on to another job or something. Now go on, I’ll be up to check on you later.”
Cory sighed and left the library.
Gian went up to the third floor. He waited until Cory was down the hall and then into his room. He started searching for that diary. It was not in the drawer, not in the closet. Finally, he got the idea to look under the mattress and there it was a thick red book. Gian took it out, flipped through it rapidly. It was full of writing. Some of the dates were that of three years back. Perfect. He couldn’t take it now, Cory might miss it. He’d wait until tomorrow morning when Cory was in class then he’d copy it and put it back before it was missed.
He lifted the mattress and slid it back in place. Cory came in soon after in his pyjamas.
He seemed surprised to see him standing in the middle of his room. “Come to kiss me goodnight?” He raised an eyebrow.
“No,” Gian replied. “Just a room check.”
“Ah.”
“What is up tonight anyway?” Gian asked him.
“You’d know
better then me, they’re your buddies.”
“They’re not my….” Gian began, “doesn’t matter.” He waved that away. “I just wondered if anyone was coming in tonight.”
“Not that I know. There’s been a lot less of that since you’ve come. They must be distracted,” he ran his gaze over him meaningfully. “Can’t say I blame them. I’m sure it will just be the jolly old crowd of three, four now, sorry.”
There was a bitter edge to his voice. “Don’t you want it to stop?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Maybe I like it,” Cory replied, meeting his eyes defiantly.
“That’s bullshit,” Gian told him.
“I get off sometime, so what’s that?”
“That’s just involuntary bodily reaction. That’s not because you like it. You are not sexually attracted to any of those guys.”
“I’m sexually attracted to you, but you like big fat slobs,” Cory threw at him. “And maybe little boys.”
Gian sighed. “You really are pissing me off.”
“What do you want me to think?” Cory balled his hand into a fist. “You say go tell people what’s happening here, but why in hell don’t you tell someone? Sometimes you seem to approve and other times, it’s like you want to kill those guys. Which is it? You get off, but you feel guilty after? Is that it?”
“Something like that,” Gian lied. “Go to bed.”
“Are you going to be with them tonight?”
“I don’t know,” he answered.
Cory crawled into bed and pulled the covers over his head. “I’m a slut. Don’t try saving me. I don’t need a hero. If you had a brain, you’d take what I offered.”
Gian had no way of responding to that. He left the room.
Gian went downstairs at around eleven o’clock. He kept Andy talking about all his plans for pornography. All the while, he taped their conversation. Then he got in a heated discussion with Tim about how he had pushed his weight around earlier.
Pug was drinking and in a foul mood. “I’m going to get Cory, he can make me feel better. I hate this job, this life. Damn.” He stood.
“I can make you feel better,” Gian told him, meeting his eyes. There was no way he was bringing Cory down here tonight, not in this mood.