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The Boys Who Knew Too Much

by Apollo Moriarty

Chapter Eight

“I don't think Zacky needs anymore chemicals tonight,” Josh said softly as they waited on the sidewalk for Calvin to drive up.

“Oh, of course, he does,” Thad said as he watched Zack pose provocatively for two more men entering Raggazzi di Napoli. “And, I think you do, too! Especially you!”

“Thaddy, please,” Josh said softly.

“Come on, Joshy-Girl!” Zack cried. “Let's party!”

Josh forced a grin and said, “I am, Sissy Boy!”

“I am a sissy boy!” Zack declared. “I love sex! I love sex with men! I'm a sissy boy!”

“There you go, Zacky!” Thad responded. “You tell 'em!”

Zack giggled joyously and Josh sighed.

“You're turning him into a Circuit Boy at ten. It's not right.”

“Josh, we're escorts, for God's sake. We're whores. We have sex for money. Get off your damn high horse.”

“But, we're different from the other services. You don't want to turn Zack into the very thing we try not to be.”

“I'm not,” Thad countered, “but I see some very lucrative business possibilities here. If we play this right, we can make some serious dinero with this boy. Zacky's a natural.”

Josh sighed and said, “I have to go in and pee. You won't drive off without me, will you?”

Thad rolled his eyes and said, “Go pee.”

Darkness was descending on the city at that moment as Zack watched Josh's retreating figure.

“He's not leaving us, is he?” he asked.

“No, Joshy-Girl just needs to pee,” Thad replied as Calvin drove up. Thad opened the door and let Zack crawl into the car. As he climbed in he asked Calvin, “Did you get what I asked for?”

Calvin nodded and held up a DVD.

“Cool. And, some herb?”

Calvin grinned and handed Thad a pipe and a lighter. The man grinned and asked, “Zacky, have you ever shotgunned?”

Zack grinned and said, “That's the only way Dad and me ever got high.”

“Cool. Well, get ready.”

Zack grinned and Thad lit the pipe. He took a long hit, held it, and then put his mouth on Zack's. They boy inhaled and held it and then exhaled. A few seconds later, his eyes grew wide and then droopy.

“Oh, wow.”

“One more?” Thad asked and Zack nodded eagerly.

They did and then Zack lay against Thad as the man looked out the window and saw Josh leave the restaurant. As Josh opened the door, however, Thad leaned over and said, “Joshy, I've been thinking and I think you're being a bit of a wet rag tonight. Zacky's in a really great mood and the two of us really want to have some fun tonight, so I think we're going over to my place. Do you think you can catch a cab home?”

Josh looked at Thad with shock.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. I want this to be a happy and fun night for Zacky and you're just being a poop.”

Zack giggled and sang, “Joshy-Poopy!”

“You'll be okay. I'll bring him back in the morning and we'll go to Gordon Bentley and get his new wardrobe. Okay?”

Josh gave him a murderous look and said, “I'm responsible for Zack.”

“Joshy-Pooper! Party-Pooper!” Zack sang before he started giggling hysterically.

Thad grinned at him and then looked up at Josh. “I know you are and I'm your employer. Get a cab, Josh.”

The young man pressed his lips together as he felt the greatest betrayal of his life. He nodded silently, stood back and closed the door.

As he watched the car drive off, he stood in the street for a full minute before he saw a cab approach. Slowly, he raised his hand and it pulled over. He climbed in, but instead of the address on Third Avenue, he gave one on West Eighty-second, on the Upper West Side.

He couldn't be alone tonight. He needed to be with someone.

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“Joshy's a pooper!” Zack sang with a maniacal grin.

“Yes, he is!” Thad agreed with a grin.

He leaned forward and whispered into Zack's ear, “Zacky, you're the beautiful, fun, sexy, party boy I always wanted Joshy to be. He was fun and sex with Josh is great, but he'd never completely let go. Now you! You're a party boy, aren't you?”

“Yeah! I'm a party boy! I want to party all night!” Zack declared joyously.

“Cool, because we are going to have so much fun and we are going to have the hottest, nastiest sex tonight! You want to have hot, nasty sex, Zacky?”

“Yeah, man! Let's do it!”

“Well, we're going to party first and then do it!” Thad replied.

Zack giggled and nodded. He crawled up on Thad's lap and faced him. He put his hands on Thad's shoulders and looked into the man's face with a sultry, sexy look and said, “I want to have the hottest sex in the world with you! You make me crazy horny.”

Thad grinned and said, “You remember when we talked about breaking the rules tonight and pushing the envelope?'

Zack nodded and breathlessly answered, “Yeah.”

Thad picked up his leather case and opened it. He took out a small vial from which he removed a round pellet and held it up.

“You know what this is?” he asked.

Zack's eyes grew wide and said, “That's Tina!”

Thad nodded and grinned and said, “You can't get much more radical than that. You want to do that with me? It'll make you so horny, you'll be screaming and begging me to fuck you all night long. You want to get totally fucking sex crazy tonight?”

“Oh, yeah,” Zack breathed. “One of Dad's friends wanted to do Tina with me and Dad threw him out because he said it was too much for me. But, I'm ready. I want to do it. I'll do anything you want me to. I love you. Thad!”

“I love you, too, Zacky. God, I love you. You're the perfect boy, Zacky. You're the boy I've always wanted.”

He looked up at Calvin and said, “Take your time taking us home, Calvin.”

“Yes, sir.”

Thad put the Tina back in the vial and then removed a second vial with white powder. He held it up and gave Zack an enticing grin.

Zack excitedly nodded his head.

“It's the same stuff, except we're going to snort this right now and then you're going to get naked and dance your fucking little ass off!”

“Cool!”

Zack was thrilled that Thad was treating him this way. He was a real party boy! He had made it! He was cool! He was the coolest kid in New York! If only all those dicks and bitches in Austin could see him now!

As Thad pulled a small spoon from the bag, he looked in Zack's eyes and said, “You're the coolest kid I've ever run into. You are too cool for school, man!”

Zack giggled and said, “I've never felt so good! I want to do everything that's hot and cool and dangerous and nasty. I want to know it all! I want to do it all! Man I am so fucked up!”

Thad chuckled and lifted the spoon to one of his nostrils. “Watch,” he said before he sniffed.

Zack paid careful attention and Thad held the second spoon to Zack's nostril. He sniffed hard and inhaled the whole amount. Thad took a spoon-full to his other nostril and then gave Zack one to his other nostril. As he put it away, he grinned and said, “In about another minute, it's gonna hit you and you're gonna feel so fucking fantastic that you won't know what hit you! You'll be so happy you'll think you've died and gone to Heaven and that I'm God!”

“You are God!” Zack declared before laughing.

Thad leaned forward and the two kissed for several seconds before he pulled away and said, “Get naked, Zacky.”

“Yeah!” Zack growled before he whipped his shirt off and tossed it aside. He rolled off Thad's legs and removed his shorts, tossed them over, kicked off his sandals, and crawled back onto Thad's lap. He placed his hands on Thad's shoulders and looked into his eyes with a crazed, hungry look. He bared his teeth and said, “I feel so fuckin' good, man! I feel so horny! I feel like I could have sex for days!”

“Yeah, baby! It's hitting ya, now!”

Thad grinned at Calvin, who turned on the CD player. A second later, electronic dance music exploded through the car and Zack screamed, “Yeah!”

“This is a mix disk of the music from this gay dance club I own up in Chelsea called Singularity!”

“You own a dance club?” Zack cried as he threw his arms up and began dancing on Thad's legs, his knees on both sides of Thad's hips, his little erection throbbingly iron-hard before the man.

“Yeah! I have a private party suite there! We'll go one of these nights and gave some fun!”

“Cool!” Zack declared.

“I bet you never thought you'd be having this kind of fun back in Austin, did you?” Thad shouted above the music.

“Never! I feel fantastic!”

“You look fantastic!”

As Zack danced, Thad pulled a small brown bottle from his pocket, opened it and sniffed it.

“You know what this is?” he asked.

“Poppers!”

Thad grinned. “Have you done them?'

“It was the only thing besides pot Dad and I did,” Zack replied. “We did it when we were having sex or when we were dancing at his parties! Give me some!”

“This is better than the shit you were sniffing,” Thad warned. “This is real amyl, from Canada!”

“Cool!”

“More powerful!”

“Super cool!”

Thad held the bottle to Zack's mouth and the boy sucked in a hit. Thad was taking his own hit as he saw Zack's eyes roll up, his face turn red and his dancing become twice as wild. Thad grinned. As the poppers hit him, he bopped to the music as his right hand fondled Zack's rigid penis and his left slid lovingly over the boy's thigh and then up his torso. He fondled and felt the wildly dancing boy for several minutes as Zack lost contact with any reality beyond the music, the beat, and the hands on his body.

Thad had the poppers ready for the next song when Calvin signaled it was to begin. Suddenly the music faded and the beginning of another song started. Zack's face almost exploded with rapture as he screamed, “Savage Garden!”

He smiled joyously at Thad, who said, “I had DJ Derrick copy this disk especially for you while we were in Raggazzi!”

“I love you!” Zack screamed. “Poppers!”

Thad held the bottle to Zack's nose and the boy finished sniffing in time to sing the chorus. Despite the prodigious amount of chemicals in his system, Zack was still able to sing the lyrics of the chorus and to look into Thad's eyes with a sexy, hungry look before the hit became too extreme and he simply surrendered to the feelings and the music.

Thad's hand wrapped around the penis of the wildly gyrating boy and held it as Zack danced around on the man's knees. However, as Thad slowly began to manipulate the boy's erection, Zack opened his eyes and began to pay attention to what was happening below his tummy. Within seconds, all thoughts of dancing left the boy's mind as he scooted forward on Thad's legs. He leaned forward and the two began to kiss, deeply, passionately, sexually. Thad's hands immediately went to the boy's nipples and Zack began moaning wildly.

The car turned and headed to the north through what had once been known as Hell's Kitchen.

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Josh stood on the sidewalk before the nineteenth-century townhouse, working up the courage to climb the stairs and knock on the door. He needed to be around someone, someone who knew and understood him, someone who would care and he realized with a shock that almost everyone he knew was through his sexual life. There was, of course, Angelica, but she was the last person he needed to see at that moment. The other escorts were all on assignments. Peter was a client. How could he pour his heart out to him? And, Thad... well that obviously wasn't an option. He realized that he actually had no friends who weren't somehow tied into his sexual life. He felt an overwhelming, stifling, almost drowning feeling of loneliness and despair—and self-hatred. He was Joshua Hoffman. He was always happy, always in control, always professional. He was one of the top escorts in New York. He did not do this. He did not do depression and self-pity. He was Josh. He was too cool for this.

He looked up at the darkening overcast sky. The lights in their windows were on. He saw shadows passing the curtains. They hadn't yet gone out for the evening. Would he bring them down? Would he be a wet rag, as Thad obviously felt he was at that moment with Zacky.

Zacky. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around Zack and love and protect the little guy. He wanted to save Zack. He wanted to shoot himself. What the fuck was he thinking when he agreed with Angelica to do this? Who in their right minds lets a ten-year-old boy become a gay prostitute?

A young man with overly processed blond hair peeked out the windows and saw him. He became extremely animated and seconds later, the door to the townhouse opened and the blond shrieked, “Joshy-Girl! What are doing down there? Come in! Come in! Oh, my God, Mikey! Joshy-Girl's here!”

With a forced smile, Josh climbed the steps and entered the townhouse. He followed the excited queen into a living room choked with IKEA and sat on a couch.

“Joshy, you do not look happy, sweet thing. What can we do for you?”

“I need chemicals, Randy.”

“Well, you've come to the right place! For your hair or brain?”

“There's nothing wrong with my hair. My hair's perfect,” Josh replied.

“Well, even perfection can be improved,” Randy replied with a grin. “So, I guess we need chemicals for our bitchiness tonight?”

“Among other things,” Josh replied with a sad smile.

Well, let me check with the chemist,” Randy replied before he shouted, “Mikey! Joshy-Girl's here and she need drugs to kill the pain!”

“What kind of pain?” a voice replied.

“I'm depressed,” Josh shouted, “and I want to kill lots of perfectly innocent people in a senseless act of random violence!”

“Okay! I've got what you need!”

A moment later, a man with a black bowl-cut ran down the stairs with a vial of leafy, green matter and entered the living room.

“Our friendly botanist from Columbia—the University, not the country—we only buy American—just delivered this an hour ago. Sweet thing, two hits of this and all your violent tendencies will float away on a cloud of joy and stupidity. You'll be sitting in the corner over there by the fake Eames chair, drooling and babbling incoherently about life, the universe, and everything.”

“Give it to me.”

The two sat down on either side of Josh as Randy pulled a bong out from behind the couch. Mikey loaded the bong and Randy asked, “So, who's shitting on your parade today, and if you say Thad yet again, we're throwing you out onto Eighty-second Street without a second thought.”

“Then, I'm afraid I can't say anything,” Josh replied as he took a massive hit from the bong. He handed it to Randy who also partook and then to Mikey.

With a weary tone, Randy asked, “All right, What has Thaddeus the Nefarious done this time?”

“I really can't believe what is happening,” Josh replied. “Twenty-four hours ago, I was quite happy with my life and...”

Mikey interrupted and said, “This is starting off like one of those horribly written 'true confession' stories from the thirties and forties. This isn't something that Joan Crawford would have appeared in?”

“I'm the star and I have red hair. I would prefer Katherine Hepburn play me. Joan had those horridly thick eyebrows you might find at some swarthy S&M bar in the Tenderloin back in the seventies.”

“What do you know about the seventies?”

“Just what I read in Andrew Holleran and Edmund White.”

Randy sighed and said, “I think the sacred herb is leading us astray from the point of Joshy-Girl's pain and suffering.”

“Huh?” Josh replied. “Oh, yeah. Right. Sorry. I'm also on X and I think we did some G at one point before Zack went in the back to let Peter Lindholm molest him for six hundred dollars and...”

He stopped and took a deep breath as Randy and Mikey stared at him dumbly.

“As I was saying,” Josh resumed, “Angelica Cavendar has a son.”

Mikey looked at him with horror and exclaimed, “You can't be serious.”

“Angelica?” Randy asked. “Cavendar? The absolute last human in New York who should have been allowed to reproduce? Damn. The state of New York should have neutered her decades ago.”

“Tell me about it,” Josh replied.

“His name isn't Damian, is it?” Mikey asked. “Gregory Peck didn't try to stab him to death with sacred knives, did he?”

Ignoring him, Josh continued, “His name's Zack and he's ten years-old and he was living with his father in Austin when Daddy was run over by a truck outside a queer bar. Well, Zacky has come to New York to live with Angelica, and neither are very happy, primarily because Daddy was diddling Zacky before he died and turned him into a raving sex maniac.”

“Whoa! Slow down!” Randy cried. “This is a lot to digest. I'm still trying to get my mind around the idea that any male was able to penetrate that nasty vagina of Angelica's.”

“Wait a minute,” Mikey said. “You didn't get caught getting it on with Zack, did you, because Randy and I are not driving up to Attica on weekends to see you, Joshy. We don't do Upstate.”

“Will the two of you please shut up? I actually haven't gotten to the interesting part yet.”

“Holy shit,” Randy exclaimed. “If there's more, I need another hit.”

'How much more interesting can this get?” Mikey asked.

Josh shook his head, took another hit from the bong, and said, “Angelica met me at Gallery Zeus last night when I was on a call with someone and wanted to meet this afternoon at Elaine's after she had lunch with Julian Spenser.”

“Oh, my God,” Randy muttered. “They haven't locked her away yet?”

Josh ignored the comment and said, “Angelica told me that Zack has serious issues with sex. He seems to be insatiably horny and was on the verge of getting into serious trouble in Austin.”

“Shit,” Mikey exclaimed. “You do not want to be queer and in trouble in Texas.”

“Well, she's afraid it's going to continue here in New York and she can't deal with this. Well, we decided that treatment wasn't going to do much more than simply label him for the rest of his life and so, to give him an outlet for his rather intense sex drive...”

“Holy fucking shit,” Randy cried. “You didn't!”

“Oh, my God,” Mikey breathed. “He's working for Thad.”

Josh sat back on the couch and said, “It was Angelica's idea. She pointed out that I was eleven when Thad brought me to New York and I've not done too badly and why couldn't Zack do it? It would give him a structured environment in which to release his rather energetic sex drive and he'd be taken care of. It's not like we kidnap our people and hold a gun to their heads. I mean, it worked for me, so...”

“Well, I suppose I can see the logic, such as it is,” Randy replied. “So, what's the problem?”

“Well, I met Zack this afternoon and took him home to begin his training...”

“What training?” Mikey interrupted. “You throw your legs up and get fucked.”

Josh gave him a disgusted look and said, “What I do takes a lot of skill.”

“Yeah, you stick a bump of Tina up your ass and you're ready to take on the 89th Airborne Division.”

Joshy turned to Randy and demanded, “How do you stand living with this ignoramus?”

“I usually just stick my dick in his mouth and that's shuts him up.”

“Anyway,” Josh resumed, “I did it with him and I can verify that he is quite the little sex pot and he is... sweet, intelligent, beautiful, sexy...”

“Oh, fuck,” Randy interrupted, shaking his head. “You've fallen in love. Joshua Hoffman, the Ass from Hell, the Man With the Iron Heart, has fallen in love with a ten-year-old sex maniac.”

“If you met Zack, you'd understand,” Josh replied, embarrassed and suddenly regretting turning to Randy and Mikey. “Well, Thad come over to meet him and, well, you know Thad. He's got that charisma and that need to control and, well, he and Zack seem to be bonding quite well. Zack has fallen under Thad's spell and Thad seems to have found his new Josh and... it's rather intense between the two and Thad took us to Raggazzi di Napoli tonight and got Zacky fucked up on G and X and pot and... well, he had his first call at Raggazzi tonight and made six hundred and is thrilled and delighted and he absolutely worships Thad and... well, I complained about all the drugs Thad was giving Zack and Thad thinks I'm a wet rag and told me to catch a cab home and that he's taking Zack back to his place and... Randy, he's going to fuck him. I've seen Thad when he gets into one of these states. He finds a new recruit and uses him before he either tosses him aside or puts him to work and he's going to use the hell out of Zack. I know it, and the boy isn't going to be able to recover from that and... I know Thad. He's going to give him a bump tonight before they fuck. He's going to get the kid hooked on meth at the age of ten. I know it. I know it. Zack has the ultimate addictive personality. He's sexually compulsive and anything that amplifies the sex is going to send him into a frenzy. He's with a charismatic character and he's just not going to be able to resist anything Thad says or does.”

“Fuck,” both Randy and Mikey muttered simultaneously.

“And, it's all my fault,” Josh said mournfully. “I could have refused to let Thad come over this afternoon. I could have stood up to him. I could have refused to let Zack go to work for him and just let him live with me and I could have taken care of the little guy's sex drive. I mean, there are a million things I could have done, but I pussied out. I couldn't stand up to Thad. I never do. I hate him. I love him. I just can't... say no to him.”

“You're addicted to Thad, just as you're addicted to sex,” Randy said softly. “And you always will be until you decide to end this. Dear God, Josh, we are all sick to death of hearing about this bullshit hold Thad has on you. You love him. You hate him. You whine about how he controls you and then you wax poetic about how wonderful he is. Jesus. Make a decision about him, Josh. You can't keep on like this. Either get him the hell out of your life or accept that he's your Higher Power. One or the other. You can't keep doing this to yourself—or to your friends who are so sick of hearing you talk about how Thad made you a little queer boy sex maniac. Jesus, wasn't writing a book about it enough of a catharsis?”

Josh looked shocked, as if he had been slapped. He stared straight ahead and said nothing.

“One of these days, Josh, you're going to have to accept that you're a hyper-sexual man, that you love sex and that you're gay. You're one of the hottest escorts in New York, but you hate yourself because you're not, what? An insurance salesman in Topeka, Kansas fucking an overweight hausfrau with a brood of screaming kids?”

After a long silence, Randy softly said, “Joshy?”

Josh slowly stood up and walked to the front door.

“Oh, for God's sake, Josh,” Randy exclaimed with impatience. “Come sit down. You're in no condition to be walking the streets.”

Josh ignored his friend and walked out. He descended the steps and stood in the glow of a street light for several seconds before he turned to the east and began walking.

Randy was right. His life was never going to change until he decided one way or the other. Was he deeply in love with Thad and willing to accept the hold he had on him, willing to accept that he was a sexual person? Or was he finally going to cut the umbilical chord that had connected him to Thad and his charisma since the age of seven, almost fourteen years? No. He couldn't. He just couldn't. He loved Thad. He loved him too much. And hated him for that hold he had over him. No, it was never going to change. It was never going to get better. And, now he had brought another person into Thad's sphere, a sweet ten-year-old boy who was never going to be able to resist Thad's charisma and control. What had he done?

He had never seriously considered ending it all. He had always been able to rationalize everything. He made too much money as an escort. He had written two books and had a third on the way, supposedly. He modeled for one of the world's great fashion designers. He had it made. And yet...

He was too much of a coward to actually do it. He would never be able to pull the trigger or swallow the pills. No, he was a coward. There was, however, another way to do it.

The Ramble was just a block away. He walked past the NYPD's Twentieth Precinct as he considered the chances of something happening in Central Park. For much of the spring of 1998, the news had included stories of an uptick in anti-gay violence in that glorious part of Central Park, an area of natural trails, brush, and wooded land where New York's rejected and ostracized had gone for more than a century to find solace, love, and adventure in the arms of other men seeking the same. How often had he turned to The Ramble on his nights off from La Famille, seeking to satisfy the powerful desires of his mind and body, the desires that had controlled him since the age of seven and sometimes seemed to overwhelm him. Perhaps he would one night come up against one of those who came to The Ramble not for sex but for a target for their hate and their need for violence. Maybe someone else would be able to do what he was unable to do for himself. And if that didn't work, there was always another way. How many circuit boys did he know who had given up using condoms? How many young gays thought it better to have five or ten years of hot, wild sex instead of five decades of selling insurance in Topeka? He could always stop using the condom. With as much sex as Josh had, that would do it. Yeah. As Angelica had pointed out, it only takes once. Sure, he always did it bareback with Thad, but Thad had never been a bottom. Bareback. The feel of skin and not latex. Danger. Danger always added a little kick to the sex. Yeah. He could just give up the condom.

He reached Central Park West and stood on the corner, watching the evening traffic pass by, glancing up at the tall, old apartment buildings on either side of him when he heard Fur Elise coming from his hip. He glanced at the phone and started to pull it off his belt, but then changed his mind. No. He couldn't deal with more of Thad's emotional abuse that evening. No. He wanted to be free tonight, to get lost in the park, to get lost in the high of cruising, to get lost in the sex. He let the phone play the song until it ended and then sprinted across Central Park West to the sidewalk on the other side and hopped over the low stone wall and into the brush on the other side. He made his way through it to the walk and then turned left.

It was really too early for prime cruising, though one could really cruise The Ramble any time of day. The best time, when one could come across a four-some or ten-some under one of the stone bridges or discover a hot man or boy behind a tree or lurking in the brush was later in the evening, closer to midnight or after. There would still be some targets of opportunity, though, even before ten.

Fur Elise erupted from his hip again as he slowly walked up the pathway. He pulled the phone off the belt and silenced the ring as he checked the number. Marcel? What the hell was Marcel doing calling him at this hour? No. He was out of action for the night. He was not going out on assignment. He needed some cruise time, some fuck time for himself.

He crossed the Transverse and headed into a more wooded area. He passed a man in his forties dressed in leather and smoking a cigarette. The rough look turned him on sometimes and the guy would probably be a savage and satisfying fuck, but he wasn't ready just yet. He nodded and walked on.

After some time, he came to a fork in the path and saw a slim figure in dark clothes leaning against a tree. He slowed down and realized it was a kid, maybe fifteen or so, wearing a black tee-shirt and jeans. He had dark, shaggy hair and his lanky frame turned Josh on. It was a turn-on to him to think of doing someone under forty. So seldom did he have a chance to make it with someone his age or younger. He nodded and the kid nodded back, turned and walked into some bushes, glancing back over his shoulder. Josh nodded, groped himself, and followed.

Inside the brush, he stood before the boy and grinned in the dark. The boy's shirt was also a Red Hot Chili Peppers concert tee.

“Like your shirt,” the kid whispered with a grin.

“I like your red hair,” Josh replied. “Dude, you look like me from about five years ago. Man, this is like doing myself at fifteen.”

“Maybe I'll be as hot as you in five years,” the kid replied as he reached forward to grope Josh's crotch.

Josh roughly took the boy's head and pressed his mouth against the boy's. He wasn't the kind of sexual partner he had been hoping for to hurry his demise, but that could wait. He fiercely held the boy against him, his lust exploding as the kid moaned, “Fuck me.”

Josh froze. He looked into the boy's eyes and sighed.

“I can't, unless you have a condom.”

“Don't need one,” the kid said. “I trust you.”

Josh felt as if he had been punched in the gut. He closed his eyes for several seconds before he reopened them and said, “Dude, you never, never, never get fucked without a condom. You're too young and beautiful to risk it, especially out here.”

“Why, Dude? Why?” the kid replied. “I love getting fucked man. I love it. I live for it man. I'd rather have a few hot years than a lifetime of boredom.”

Josh felt a sudden rush of nausea. The kid was hopeless. Nothing Josh could say would matter to him. No one could have talked Josh out of selling his ass at fifteen. No one was going to talk this boy out of barebacking. He sighed again and then kissed the boy gently.

“Take of yourself,” he said softly. “Please.”

He turned and walked away as he felt his phone vibrate. This time he turned it off.

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Marcel Corbin sat on the couch and gazed out the window at the beautiful and exciting city, the only illumination in the room coming from several candles, the glow of the computer monitors in the corner, and the lights of the towers beyond. He sipped a glass of Chateauneuf-du-Pape and listened to Jean-Luc Ponty as he held Salman Rushdie's The Satanic Verses in his lap. Rarely did he have an evening alone to enjoy good wine, good music, and a good book and he was savoring each moment. Thad was out having fun with their new boy. All their escorts were on assignments. He had nothing to do accept to take calls for future assignments and to enjoy the quiet. Yes, life was nice.

Until the front door opened. He turned his head and found Thad entering the apartment the two shared, holding a black-haired boy whose arms and legs were wrapped tightly about the young man, his hips humping frantically against him. Marcel raised an eyebrow.

“Hi. Change of plans,” Thad said, his eyes red and his pupils dilated as he closed the door. The boy attached to him was moaning softly and whining, “Fuck me, Thad. Fuck me.”

“I can see,” Marcel replied with little enthusiasm. “Where's Josh?”

“I sent him home,” Thad replied as he walked across the room toward the hallway. “He's being a bit of a bore tonight. Marcel, I have to tell you. Zack is the greatest thing to happen to La Famille since we started. This kid is fucking amazing. I'm in love, man. He is fantastic. I'm about to have the fuck of my life. I tell you, we will make a fortune off him. He's amazing.”

Marcel frowned. “What's he on?”

“Ecstasy, weed, and Tina,” Thad replied, “but he handles it pretty well. This kid is a dynamo. I love him. I may just keep him to myself!”

“Thad!” Marcel called.

“Just a sec,” Thad replied as Marcel heard a door open and the boy whine, “Fuck me, Thad! Fuck me!”

A few seconds after the door closed, Thad returned to the living room, a fierce erection in his slacks, his face flushed and a wild look in his eyes.

“You know we try to keep drug use among the boys to a minimum,” Marcel warned. “We aren't like the other services. We take care of our little angels.”

“Oh, he's okay. Yeah, Zacky's a trooper. He'll be fine. Excuse me, though. I have the fuck of my life waiting!”

“What happened to Josh?” Marcel asked with concern.

“Oh, you know Joshy-Girl. She's got her emotions all out of order. You know how she gets.”

Thad turned and said, “Gotta go. I have the hottest, sweetest kid in New York begging me to fuck the hell out of him! And I intend to.”

He hurried from the room and Marcel sighed as he closed his book and set it on the coffee table. He rose and walked to the computers with his glass of wine and sat down. Keying in some instructions on one of them, a window opened and a view of Thad's bedroom appeared on the monitor. He could see that Zack had undressed and was now on his knees on the bed, a beautiful, short erection pointing upward from between his legs. Marcel felt his erection grow in his slacks despite the concern he felt over the situation.

Thad undressed. Even after all these years, the twenty-eight year-old had a magnificent, smooth body and his uncut cock was beautiful, thick and long, with a nice nest of strawberry hair around it. Marcel watched him stand before the boy as Zack wildly went after Thad's cock. He would have preferred to watch the boy in action without the clouding effects of the drugs, to see the boy as he truly was and not as some crazed, methed up party boy.

His black hair was stunning. Thick and falling over his ears and forehead, it made Zack look like an ordinary boy with extraordinary desires. Marcel thought how nice it would be to cuddle with the boy on the couch, teasing, caressing, loving him in a quiet and beautiful way, not the wild, rutting crazed way he and Thad were going at it.

Thad was holding Zack's head and fucking his mouth. How he could force that cock into that mouth was beyond Marcel. The kid's jaw was surely going to be sore in the morning—or the afternoon or evening, whenever Zack finally awoke from the drug and sex marathon in which he was running at that moment.

Thad reached down and played with Zack's erection as the boy hungrily devoured the man's cock. Marcel remembered watching Thad and Josh playing for him when the boy had first come to New York. Josh loved to suck Thad. Josh. He had been such a beautiful boy, so eager, so enthusiastic, so horny. Zack seemed just as hungry for cock as Josh had been. Was Zack the new Josh?

Josh. Marcel felt a wave of concern. He picked up the mobile and entered Josh's speed-dial number. No answer. He left a message, “Josh, it's Marcel. Please call me. I'm concerned about you and what's happening tonight. I want to talk with you. Please call back when you get my message.”

He set the phone down as he watched Thad lie down with Zack atop the bed. They wildly rolled around, the man kissing and devouring the boy as Zack writhed and cried out. Marcel was almost sorry he wasn't recording this. He could make a fortune just on this video, but this wasn't right. This wasn't what La Famille was about.

He grew more concerned when he saw Thad handcuff Zack to the bed frame. The boy was gazing rapturously up at the man as Thad lifted his legs and began licking and kissing his anus. The boy was wild, but then, Thad dropped his legs and began rubbing, pulling, twisting the boy's nipples, sending Zack into delirious paroxysms. And then, he was tickling the boy. Endlessly. Marcel watched him tickle the kid without mercy for maybe five minutes. Zack never lost his erection. The kid loved it. He had to admit that this was one of the most erotic and arousing things he had seen. This was the kind of fun Thad and Josh used to have, without the chemicals.

Josh. Marcel picked up the Nokia and called again. Still no answer. Perhaps he had gone to the bar... or The Ramble. Marcel hated for Josh to do that. It was just a matter of time, he feared, before Josh's behavior took a more self-destructive turn and what was happening on the computer monitor before him he was certain could well be the catalyst for that self-destructive turn.

And then, Thad began to apply lubricant to the boy's anus. Zack cried out in pain. Marcel knew exactly what kind of lubricant Thad was using, one mixed with meth, which caused the anus to burn, though it entered the system and made the user ravenous for sex. This was alarming. This was only supposed to be used with adults—or older teens—not with boy's as young as Zack. Marcel had definite rules about his boys. This was not to happen.

Then, the most disturbing of all, Thad had a pellet of Tina in his fingers and inserted it into Zack's anus. The boy cried out again and Thad was soothing him. Marcel rose and strode angrily to the door of Thad's bedroom.

“Open the door, Thad! This instant!”

“Not now!” Thad replied. “I'm obviously busy!”

“Open the door before I kick it in!”

“Kick it in and I'll shoot you!”

Marcel knew he wasn't serious—or was he? He was on meth and only God knew what else. Maybe he really was dangerous. Marcel hurried back to the monitor and watched as Thad pushed his cock into the boy, Zack crying in pain for several minutes before the screams transformed into cries of rapture.

Marcel called Josh again. Josh would be the only person who could make Thad listen to reason at that moment. Josh had to come over. He called him again and begged him on his message to call or come over. He sent a text message, “call or come. 911. pls.”

He watched Thad rock the boy back and forth. It made him sick to see it—and wildly aroused. He hated Thad at that moment, but he loved watching what he was doing. He hated himself for being so aroused by it.

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