Date: Fri, 20 Jan 2017 12:24:08 +0000 From: Jesse Gibson Subject: Triangle Boys Chapter 8 TRIANGLE BOYS By Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin DISCLAIMER: THis story is fiction. It involves male prostitution with both of age and underage boys, primarily but not exclusively having gay sex. If you find this objectionable, please do not read. If you find this erotic, please enjoy Complaints, compliments, comments to revjpgibson@hotmail.com Please donate to Nifty to keep the stories coming EIGHT Sam had multiple problems all at the same time, each more vexing than the last. Unfortunately, they were all connected one way or another. Ian Hansford, natural born whore, was one, even if we were innocent of wrongdoing but was the catalyst, more or less, for the other problems. Austin was another. In the early 90's, Sam's uncle had introduced him to his first client and his suburban, middle class sensibilities coupled with youth had made him a popular boy, even at premium prices. Austin had been the second boy he had recruited to help him service his growing customer base, a bored gay suburban teen who thought that the life sounded cool and who had never quite left it. Now over 30, he had retired from prostitution long ago but he had taken Sam's money to start a gay pornographic web site. A very popular gay porn site. It was a real cash cow for Triangle and he had fully shared in its bounty. He was all ready a millionaire. He came up from Florida from time to time to do necessary business with Sam but was functionally an independent subsidiary, although he used the older boys in his videos. Thomas lately had become popular as had several other Triangle boys. Even Adam, though underage, was clamoring for a shot. But this wasn't an ordinary visit. Austin was angry. The anger was directed at the new kid. Or at Sam. Or both. But the immdediate problem was Javoris. Long an irritant, things had transpired just exactly right to make Javoris a problem that Sam now finally wanted to solve. It would be a risk, though. They had divided things a decade ago so that neither trespassed on the other. Sam parked in front of a shotgun house in the Thomas Square section of town, so named because you could stand at the door with a shotgun and hit everybody in the house. It was one room wide and four rooms deep, and in disrepair. This section of town had only recently been rediscovered for gentrification, the first suburb that had grown up with walking distance of the then modern streetcar. Only now, a hundred years after its glory days, were the gays beginning to move in and fix the place up. But they hadn't gotten this far yet. A large black man greeted them at the door, a man in his 20's who clearly knew how to take care of himself. Likely he had been in and out of juvenile detention before doing some time in jail. Another similar black man was standing guard in the back room where Javoris was. Josh – blonde, white and scared shitless- was in a chair in that room, his hands tied behind his back. The only other thing in there was an unmade mattress. "This punk ass shit has been stealing from me. It was just a little off the top at first, which I ignore. Everyone wants a little taste of their own, you know." Javoris said. "It's not true, Jay. You know I wouldn't" Josh cried out. "Shut the fuck up" Javoris snapped at him and made like he was going to hit him. Josh flinched backwards but the blow didn't come. "Then he got some bitch pregnant and took from me the money to pay for the abortion. Then, he took more. Now he's into to me for 10 G's." "I didn't. Swear to God, I didn't." "Sounds like your problem, not mine" Sam said evenly. "I'll sell him to you." "Not interested." "I'm not no fucking fag. Fuck you. I'm not doing none of that fag shit," Josh spit at Sam. "He wouldn't make no whore but you do that porn shit. Gays like straight boys." "They like the fantasy of straight boys. Boys that are straight acting, who'll say their straight but will suck dick and take it up the ass. Most of them are gay or bi and just play acting," sam explained. "Truth is that we don't have a use for him. He's not that good looking, not in good shape and, let's face it, probably not that good a lay. Sorry." "Yeah, well, fuck you, you queer ass fucking faggot," Josh snarled. "Just wanted to get some of my money back. Nothing you can do to help me out?" Javoris said. "No," Sam said. He had considered all sorts of scenarios but he didn't want to inflict more pain on the boy than he had coming all ready. He was going to die. Sam thought it best if it were quick. "Well, we're gonna have a little fun with him before we pop him. I want to talk to you about something else while he sets up," Javoris said, motioning Sam out to the front room. They went to the nearly barren front room. Where Javoris had gotten the house from or what we usually used it for Sam didn't know. But he figured it was some sort of safe house since the electricity was turned on. Even though the houses in that part of town were tightly packed, just like downtown, Javoris didn't seem to be worried about the neighbors or the possibility of noise. It was very likely the neighbors knew who was involved. That would make them scared enough to ignore just about everything. In large swaths of town, nobody was foolish enough to cross Javoris unless they had an army to back them up. Quietly, out of earshot of his lieutenants, Javoris asked, "How much do you get for selling dick? I mean, what's the going rate?" Sam laughed a little. For years it had been this way, men inquiring as to price. It was just that he never really thought it would be this particular man. "For locals, anywhere from $250 to a thousand, depending on the customer and the boy. For out of town, 900 to 1500." Javoris nodded and considered it. "That's serious money for fucking. I got some prime pussy, young and tight, real young. Not the skanky-assed Jefferson St. whores but premium pussy. I want to tap that high end money and you can help, for a cut of course." Sam looked away, formulating the answer. He had a lot of reasons to not want to be business with Javoris or any of his gang. But, there was one overriding reason that had the virtue of both being true and one that he could accept. "Look, I can give a tour, show you how we do it, give you some advice. But, it won't help you that much. There's no cross over on the market for dick and the market for pussy. The men that want my product don't want yours and vice versa. Plus the market for pussy is a lot bigger but there's a lot more competition. High end girls are all ready out there. My market is smaller but I own it. There's me, some Asian guys and some Russians. That's it. Totally different deal." "Yeah, I thought so. But I thought maybe you was full service and I just didn't know. But maybe I want a little more than a tour, you know? I ain't saying I'm gay or nothing, and I ain't prejudiced, but every now and again, I get worn out of snatch and want to tap some booty. I got a boy stashed away, on the down low but I'm thinking I might like to try some high class white boy ass, even at those prices." "Well, some of my guys have bad memories. You're money is green as far as I'm concerned but there is a history there," Sam answered reluctantly. On the one hand, he knew exactly how dangerous Javoris was, and that was extremely dangerous. On the other, he knew that there were enormous problems with agreeing, both immediate and potential. "It would have to be one of the younger guys and I'd have to think about where. You got a boy in mind?" "I was thinking the kid that whooped ass on Josh. Adam." Sam knew that was coming. The way things were going it was inevitable. In fact, if Javoris had just had this conversation before tonight, he wouldn't have to be here. That's how bad his luck was running. But there was no way. "Not him and not the kid that was with him either," Sam answered. "And why the fuck not?" Javoris snapped, crowding in on Sam menacingly. "You remember how we came to have our agreement? How we don't compete. We have the club drugs, you have everything else. We do boys, you do girls. Adam is his son." Javoris grinned, showing the gold on his two front teeth. "No shit. I don't mind none. Daddy was a regular fuck machine." "Yeah, but I mind." Dangerous or not, there was only so far Sam was willing to go and no further. After all, he was a little dangerous himself. "Don't worry. I'll set you up. You'll be happy with it but the price is the max considering the shit I'm going to have to take for it." But Sam knew what the solution to his Javoris problem was going to be. Whoever succeeded Javoris might be worse but that was tomorrow's problem. The next of today's problems was waiting for him at the Club Hellfire. Austin, blonde, slender Austin. Sam's oldest friend. Only Danny Dixon, his lover, knew more of Sam's secrets than Austin did. He was waiting in the upstairs area, the loft overlooking the main dance floor. "Sam, I want out. The thing is that what I do is legal. There are a lot of people that don't like it but it's legal, more or less. I'm in my 30's now. I just want to have my money and know that I'm not going to jail and lose everything. As long as I am connected with you, that can't be true. I want to buy you out." "You are one of us. We started this together. Both businesses, the prostitution and the porn," Sam said. What made it so hurtful was that Austin had been there since practically the beginning. He was Daniel Dixon's cousin and Danny had brought him on board when he was 16. They had been together since. "Now you want a divorce? You want to take half of the business and leave everybody else high and dry?" "The half that I built," Austin reminded him. "The legal half." "That we paid for, all of us together." Austin didn't see it that way. As far as he was concerned, the money, for the start up at least, had come partly from him and from Sam, Danny, Carlos, Brandon and Corey. The guys that were working at the time, and from Justin, too, even though he is dead. The newer guys were just reaping the rewards. And since most of them were underage, they presented the greatest risks. He didn't want to say it but he thought that Sam was losing his grip on the business. In the world of vice, he had been a genius but he was past his prime and Austin could see things beginning to fall apart. Looking back on it, Justin dying had been a watershed mark for them. As it was, his sins were beginning to came back to haunt him. Out of past loyalty, Austin tried to tell how he felt but Sam wasn't listening. He thought that he had no options but to do what he had done at each step. "Sam," Austin finally said in frustration. "You've got ticking time bombs right under your nose. Everybody knows it but you. And when it does blow up, I want to be well out of range. And let's be realistic here. I want to pay you a fair price. I don't have to, not the way it was structured. There's no legal avenue that you can take if I just stop paying you the cut. There's no court you can go to." Sam looked at him hard. He knew that this was not a spur of the moment decision. He had talked to lawyers all ready. "A million dollars." Sam said. "I can come up with that. Are we going to walk away as friends?" "I don't think so. And don't kid yourself, if it blows up, you won't be out of range." "And don't kid yourself, Sam. The kid is a mistake." Sam sighed. "I didn't have much of a choice. It's not what I wanted." "That's what you said when it was the other one, Adam." Austin said, leaning back, relaxed now that he had a plan for getting out. "I get it. That kid is a natural born whore. I guess it's in the genes. Justin was the same way and so was his mom. He gets it honest. What's this kid's name? Ian? He's your fucking nephew, Sam. You couldn't think anything better?" Sam nodded. "Nope" "Adam's not stupid, you know. They're going to compare notes and he'll figure it out. Then you're going to have another on your hands. You know that right? What you think they are going to do when they figure out Javoris killed Justin? NOthing? I don't think so." "I have a plan for him."