Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2012 10:08:02 -0500 From: Sean Williams Subject: The Trap, Chapter 15 The Trap Chapter 15 Colby's '86 Datsun ground to a stop outside of the seediest motel in town, quite possibly the seediest motel in the entire state of New Jersey. It was an hour from midnight and the temperature had dropped from a manageable 65 degrees to the low thirties in a manner of hours. Colby hopped out of the car and opened the rear driver's side door to remove the two large heartstopper pizzas (snuggled warmly in their red leather carrying bag). He made sure he had enough change, he re-adjusted his cap, and then he walked up the stairs to room 69. It had been a long day for Colby. This was his sixth delivery of the night and his last two deliveries were notable for two old ladies who claimed that they had ordered veggie pizzas instead of sushi pizzas, a little kid who hopped in front of the car to catch a ball that had rolled into the street, and a grad student who decided that he really wanted a hummus pizza when Colby showed up on his doorstep with the extra-large pepperoni pizza that he had actually ordered. The only tip he had gotten all night was verbal ("Get a real job, loser!") and for the briefest of moments, all Colby could think about was how nice it would be to hop back into bed at his house in Northern California. But a world back home in California was a world without Rider. It was a world of struggles for dominance of the Board of Fitzpatrick Chemical, a world of privilege but no direction, and a world of gratuitous sex (alright, that part did not sound so bad). As much as he missed certain things about his life, not having to deal with irritated customers, for instance, Colby was slowly adjusting to the new world in which he found himself. He was learning to be a man, while still managing to have good times at the beach house with Rider. Now if only he could get a decent tip at this, his last delivery of the night, Colby could head back home, snuggle up to Rider in bed, and fall asleep. A sleep occupied by dreams of the orgies of the past: a past which grew increasingly more distant as Colby and Rider charged into an uncertain future. "Ahhhh! That's fucking awesome!" Colby heard a man's voice say as he stepped in front of the door to room 69. Colby hesitated, but he did not want to lose his tip for cold pizzas so he knocked on the door. If he caught someone having sex inside, he would just have to be Stoic about it and watch. "Just a minute, man," said a voice from inside. Colby rapped his fingers on a pizza box and suddenly the door swung open. Colby nearly dropped the pizzas. "Um... are these for you?" he asked. The jock standing before Colby grinned the wickedest half-grin Colby had probably ever seen, and then he nodded. "Sorry, man, I was just watching some porn," he said. "Yup, those look like mine. Come in, buddy." "It's alright, man," said Colby, feeling the beginnings of a cold sweat coming on. "I could just give you the pizzas right here." The jock laughed and flexed his visible pecs. A bead of sweat formed on Colby's brow, in spite of the cold outside, and trickled down his face. This was immediately followed by another bead of sweat, and then another. The young man standing in front of Colby was wearing a navy blue wrestling singlet which clung to his body like second skin. It looked like the singlet had been panted on; Colby could see every vein, ripple, and hair on the wrestler's body. The singlet was of the short variety that came just below the gluteal folds and showed off a wrestler's strong legs to full advantage. The singlet also accentuated beefy ass cheeks that occasionally protruded out from below the synthetic fabric. Only the sluttiest athletic directors picked these sorts of outfits for their wrestlers; the ADs probably jerked off to the pictures in the online catalog before they pressed "Submit" and ordered a full complement for the roster. The singlets seemed designed to give every red-blooded male in the audience a hard-on, whether they were married, engaged, or a member of the cloth. The wrestler shrugged at Colby's suggestion that he would stand right there. "Dude, it's freezing," he said. "Let me warm you up. I mean... come in and get warmed up." Colby was speechless. The wrestler's pink nipples protruded from the straps of his singlet. The nipples guided Colby's gaze down to the six-pack abs that were visible through the fabric. Colby could even make out the wrestler's pubes below his abs. "Suit yourself," said the wrestler. He turned and walked toward a table in the back of the motel room. As he walked away, Colby was given the view that he had wanted from the instant he had seen the jock: his ass. The navy blue fabric clung to the wrestler's ass and Colby instantly got hard at the sight of the long cleft in the wrestler's beefy butt. And, just like the athletic director at Slutty Jock University (or SJU for short) probably envisioned, the wrestler's meaty ass hung somewhat below the low cut of the singlet. Although not the biggest guy in the world - Colby guessed the wrestler probably stood at 5'7 or 5'8 and wrestled somewhere between 130 and 140 lbs. - the jock's muscles were so densely packed on to his lean frame that he more than made up for this relatively small size. The wrestler fumbled on the tabletop for his wallet. He knocked the wallet on the floor. "Whoops," he said. The wrestler bent down to pick up the wallet and just happened to flex and relax his ass cheeks in the process. Colby swallowed. He could picture the wrestler's tight pink hole underneath the singlet as he flexed his ass. He imagined pinning the jock to the ground and fucking the bejeezus out of him. In his head, he could picture himself bearhugging the wrestler tightly as he rammed his footlong dick in and out of his virgin hole. The jock seemed to want it. The handsome young man had the look in his eye that was unmistakable to the initiated: "I need to get fucked... bad..." that look said. "Are you up to it?" Colby managed to stop himself from giving his cock a squeeze through his pants with his one free hand. He knew that Rider waited at home for him. As the jock fetched the money, Colby wondered: "How the Hell am I gonna get outta this?" The wrestler walked back over to Colby with a crisp twenty dollar bill that he held in his calloused, veiny hands. "Keep the change," he said. Colby nodded as he took the cash. After he pocketed it, he handed the pizzas to the wrestler, who seemed to be staring intently into his eyes with a pair of the most intense, deep-set brown eyes that Colby had seen in a long time. The eyes were set off by dark brown hair and tanned skin. The singlet was cut so low that Colby could see the jock's tanlines around his waist. This kid was one of the hottest guys Colby had seen in his life and he was standing in front of him wearing only a skimpy wrestling singlet and a smile. "You sure you don't wanna come in, man?" the wrestler asked. "I'm watching the baseball game. Fuck, I wish the Pirates could pull something out this season." "Are you from Pittsburgh?" Colby asked, stepping into the room. He did not seem to have control of his feet and he did not realize he had walked in until he was sitting on the bed. The wrestler smiled. "Yup. I'm in Jersey on a wrestling scholarship." He sat down beside Colby on the bed. The wind blew the door closed. "Damn, I heard the pizza boy was cute," said the wrestler, "but this is ridiculous!" Colby looked down sheepishly. "Thanks, man," he said. "Wow, you're really shredded," he added. The wrestler looked down at his striated chest and his abs. "You think so?" he asked. "Yeah," Colby admitted. "You wanna touch?" the wrestler offered. He reached for Colby's left hand and placed it on his chest. Colby swallowed in anticipation. He ran his cold hand over the wrestler's chest and worked his way over toward a nipple. He squeezed a nipple and watched as the wrestler tossed back his head in pleasure. "Yeah," said the wrestler. "I love gettin' my nips worked." Colby's hand passed over to the other nipple and gave that one a rub between two fingers and a firm squeeze. "When a guy accidentally grabs my nips during a match... oh my god! It gets me so fucking hard. And then he shoves me face down into the mat with his junk against my back... it's unbelievable..." Colby could scarcely believe what he was hearing. "What's your name?" he asked. "Ezekiel," said the wrestler, "but everybody calls me Zeke." The wrestler stood up and Colby found that his face was exactly level with Zeke's abs and crotch. "Yours?" the wrestler asked, grabbing Colby's hand again and rubbing it over his abs. Colby's wrist accidentally bumped against the wrestler's growing cock. "Colby," replied the former heir to the Fitzpatrick Chemical fortune. "My name's Colby." "Colby," Zeke repeated, committing it to memory. Colby continued to rub Zeke's abs and thighs, but the hottest feeling for Colby was the sensation of the wrestler's hand resting atop his: guiding it up and down every shredded ounce of flesh. "That's an awesome name," said Zeke. Colby laughed, but became serious again when he noted that Zeke's cock seemed to be growing to full length. Initially curling up underneath his balls, the large cock was made to face down and out by Zeke who readjusted it. Soon, the head of Zeke's cock was sticking out below the lower hem of his singlet. It was possibly the pinkest cock head that Colby had ever seen. It was wide and thick, much wider than the shaft of Zeke's dick. Zeke's cock begged him to kiss and suck on it. Colby could not hide that he saw the cock and when Zeke noticed that Colby was getting hot at the sight of his growing, pulsating dick the first drop of precum oozed out. It oozed out slowly until it was hanging an inch or two from the head of his dick. Zeke scooped up the precum with a finger and brought it to his mouth. He sucked on the finger for a good minute and Colby watched closely as his masculine adam's apple moved up and down when he swallowed the precum. Zeke bent over Colby and removed his hat. "The pizzas are gonna get cold," Colby whispered. "I don't care, man," said Zeke. "I need this." Zeke began to unbutton Colby's shirt, revealing his muscular, hair-covered chest. "Holy shit," Zeke said. "That's a hot chest, man." Zeke leaned forward some more until Colby's face was resting against his abs and his chin was pushed up against Zeke's cock and balls. Suddenly, Colby pushed Zeke away. Colby's face had turned red and he jumped up. "Zeke, I can't," he said. "I'm sorry, man." "What's the problem, bro?" Zeke asked. "It's just that... it's weird." "What's weird? Just spit it out." "It's just that I'm in love and I couldn't do this to... to them," said Colby. "You're super-hot, and like ridiculously handsome, but I just can't." Zeke reached forward and rubbed Colby's face with his hand. "It doesn't have to mean anything, buddy," he said. "Your girlfriend doesn't have to know. My lips are sealed," and Zeke passed two fingers across his lips as if he were actually locking them closed. "I can't," Colby repeated several times. "I'm sorry. I can't." The wrestler looked genuinely disappointed, but he walked over to the night stand and used a pen and a pad provided by the motel to write down his number. "This is my number," he said. "I'm in Jersey, so if you ever want to hang out or anything, just look me up." Colby did not reply, he did not even make a gesture, but he took the paper and folded it in half. Seconds later, Colby was seen charging down the stairs of the motel. As he approached his car, he thought he could make out a shadowy figure sitting on the hood. This suspicion was soon confirmed when the figure suddenly stood up. "Wow, you've changed," said a familiar voice. Colby stopped in his tracks like a deer caught in the headlights. Did this night really need another twist? "It's not like you to wimp out on a situation like that," said Arun. "That wrestler was hot and bothered and ready for the taking. The old you would have fucked that kid to smithereens." "Where are you going with this?" Colby asked. Gradually he regained his composure and he found himself becoming increasingly angry. "Why are you here?" "I came here to find you." "I figured that, but why?" Arun shrugged and began to walk pensively in a circle. "I just couldn't leave things the way they were. I always planned to find you, to clear things up, but not as soon as this. I figured on waiting a few months, maybe even a year, but I just couldn't do it. I had sleepless nights, man. Lots of sleepless nights. I just had to clear it all up." A few moments of awkward silence passed in the quiet parking lot of the motel. "What is there to clear up?" Colby asked as he walked toward the driver's side door of his car and put the key in to unlock it. The lock would not turn. "Stupid fucking Datsun!" shouted Colby, kicking the driver's side tire. "Colby, I have a lot to tell you," said Arun. "You may not believe any of it. Honestly, you'll probably think it's just another twist in this elaborate trap you stumbled into, but I assure you, it's all true." Jiggling the door open, Colby hopped in the driver's seat. He took off his baseball cap and tossed it into the backseat. Arun repositioned himself in front of the open driver's door. "Listen," he said. "Gruder tricked you. He's a maniac and he caught you. What he did with your shares, depriving you of them all and placing them in the hands of the trustees: it's completely illegal. There's absolutely no legal precedent for it. Gruder does not have the mandate to disinherit you, regardless of what you may or may not do." "Uh huh." "Having sex with dudes is not a crime," Arun continued. "This is not 19th century Britain. It's not like he can deprive you of your seat in the House of Lords because you got caught shagging one of the queen's dragoons. This is 21st century America and Fitzpatrick Chemical is a corporation, a corporation primarily owned by your family. Gruder has no authority to deprive you of your inheritance as the Chairman of the Board. The idea alone is patently ridiculous. Colby, it was a trick." "Arun, I know," said Colby calmly, not looking at him. "I know." "Wha... what? What do you mean, 'you know'?" "How stupid do you think I am, Arun?" Colby asked. "Until recently, I was a student at Princeton and I attended the best boarding schools in the country before that. I have had people talking business around me as long as I can remember and I have a pretty good idea of what Gruder can and can't do. I know perfectly well that Gruder can't lawfully deprive me of my shares, but in that moment, I was so embarrassed, so ashamed, that I just didn't care. I just wanted to run away. I didn't care about the company. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, least of all Fitzpatrick Chemical. And ever since that day, I have had a lot of time to think. Probably more time than I needed, but I used this time to reevaluate my life, and I think that what Gruder did was possiby the best thing that ever happened to me." "Colby, what the fuck are you talking about?" Colby shrugged. He started the car. "I don't think you know what it's like," Colby resumed, "to have everything but to really have nothing. The private jets. The drivers. The servants. It was all awesome, but I didn't really have what I wanted. But because of what Gruder did, I have it now. The one thing I wanted in life I have now, so if you don't mind getting out of the way... I'd like to go home to him. And if you see Gruder, thank him for me. He fucking changed my life." "Um... are you seriously delivering pizzas, Colby?" Arun asked. "What the fuck happened to you?" "I know you only thought of me as some stupid jock," replied Colby. "Some stupid overprivileged douchebag that really didn't deserve what he had, but you never gave me a chance. I was more than that. That wasn't me at all. I wanted to let you into my world, to show you the man that I really was, but you just didn't give a shit." Arun could not find the words to respond to this, but as he watched Colby, he wondered if he had misjudged him. "I changed direction in life and I've never been happier," Colby added. "And it's all because of Gruder and the intricate trap he set for me." Arun's face suddenly changed, mutating into a combination of anger, disbelief, and frustration. "Snap out of it, man!" he cried. "What happened to the evil yuppie I grew to love?" "That's just it, Arun," said Colby. "I never was that evil yuppie. You saw me how you wanted to see me and completely overlooked the man I really was. I tried to show you... I wanted to show you that it wasn't about the money. That wasn't me. I was someone totally different. I'm a happy-go-lucky guy that likes to have fun and with a crazy family and boardmembers that try to sabotage every fucking thing I do for their own interests... I never got the direction I needed. I have that now. I have Rider and he's the one thing my life has been missing. Dude, you can't imagine how happy I am." Colby reached for the handle to the door and he quickly pulled it closed. Arun had to move his hand out of the way to prevent it getting caught in the door. Colby put the car into "drive" and Arun jetted out in front. He placed his hands on the hood. "Colby, wait," he said. "I have so much to tell you, bro." Colby switched into reverse and backed the car out of the lot. Arun ran up behind the car and banged against a rear window, but Colby never gave him a second thought. Arun was left to stand alone in the parking lot, his handsome baby-face visible to Colby in his rearview mirror. And as Arun stood there, for minute after endless minute, hoping that Colby still loved him and would turn around and drive back to him, he thought about all that he wanted to say. He wanted to tell Colby that Gruder had convinced him that the Fitzpatrick boy was a spoiled brat and a bully and that the company would be better without him and the other members of the Fitzpatrick family in it. Gruder said this before Arun met Colby and the evidence of a jet-setting, rugby lover at Princeton who shagged anything that moved was strong and Arun had nothing to counter it with. In time, Arun realized that Colby was more than how he had been presented, and how he appeared on first encounter, but Arun had already been sucked into the scheme: the plan was to frame Colby and oust the last remaining member of the Fitzpatrick family from the company. Gruder presented the case to Arun as one of modernization: the time of the large privately-owned industrial enterprises - the age of the Vanderbilts, Carnegies, and Rockefellers - had long since passed and those few remnants that remained were a blight on American industry and undemocratic to boot. Just as the time had come for the great families of yesteryear to pay the piper, so to speak, the Fitzpatrick family's time had also come. They needed to be swept away like all the rest. Arun was the instrument with which Gruder hoped to bring Fitzpatrick Chemical charging ahead into the future with a prestigious merger. And with the time coming when Colby would reach his majority and have a say in the company, he needed to be removed immediately. As Arun came to know Colby and came to appreciate him for what he was, he realized that he and Colby might turn the tables on Gruder. If Colby was led to believe that he was out of the company, Gruder would let his guard down, and this would give them time to perfect the right scheme to oust Gruder for good. Arun already knew precisely how to do it, how to give Gruder the perfectly-timed kick in the ribs that would send him crying back to his manstress in Bangkok, but it seemed that Colby had moved on and was not interested. With a sigh, Arun turned on his heels and walked over to the inconspicuous car which he had driven all the way from California. It would be a long drive back home. [TO BE CONTINUED] [Send e-mails, comments, etc. to the address above. Thanks, guys!]