Date: Sun, 9 Mar 2008 20:17:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Teague teague <teague1007@yahoo.com>
Subject: Drew's Daddy

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Author's Note:

This was supposed to be one chapter but it was too long so I broke it up
into two. I'm almost done with this story. Only two chapters left after
this. I've received many questions about the story of Drew's Daddy but I
can't answer them without giving too much away from the story. At the end,
I will try to address everyone's questions.

Thanks for everyone's support.



Teague

Teague1007@yahoo.com

Copyright 2008 Teague, All Rights Reserved.




Drew's Daddy

By Teague



Chapter Eleven

Nicholas Speets watched Max Poston through the glass wall of his hospital
room. The doctor was applying something to the teenager's bruised face. His
cheek and eye were swollen and looked to get much worse before it got
better. He watched how the boy moved. Every time the doctor touched him Max
would glare at him, obviously in pain, but he didn't flinch; which Agent
Speets found very revealing. The boy was used to getting hit. Pain was
natural to him. He waited until the doctor left and walked into the room,
closing the door behind him. A police officer stood outside the door, out
of sight from Max.

"Mr. Poston" Agent Speets said, moving closer to the boy. He held out his
badge and looked for his reaction. Max read over the large FBI symbol and
his face broke into something deeper than just curiosity. Smart kid,
Nicholas thought. This kid may not be so stupid after all.

"What do you want with me?" Max said, his deep voice strained a little too
much.

Nicholas took his time putting away his badge and paused before he answered
Max. He knew far better how the game was played.

"You and I have some things to talk about Mr. Poston" He waved a yellow
folder at Max but kept it closed. "Let's start with Adam Blake"

"That psycho! Did you arrest him?" He pointed to his face. "See what he did
to me!"

If Nicholas was impressed or sympathetic it never showed. "You have an
unusual relationship with that man" Speets stated. "I can't say pissing him
off is the brightest thing you've ever done" He tilted his head and
exaggerated his expression as he looked at the boy's bruised and swollen
face. "It's one thing to be able to take a beating, but son, do you have a
death wish?"

Max sneered. He didn't like it when he was called `son'. "I'm not the one
who beats people up!"

"No" Agent Speets corrected him. "Unless you're a nine year old boy or his
older brother that is"

Max's face blushed. His recent events came back to him. "Hey, I was just
protecting a little kid from that punk and his brother got the message loud
and clear"

He sounded just as Agent Speets knew he would. "He got the message
alright!" He opened up the folder and took out a picture of Sammy
Anderson. He put it in Max's face.

"THIS BOY IS DEAD!"

Max was stunned. He looked at the picture of Sammy and his face went
blank. Whatever aggression he had moments ago disappeared in a flash. His
entire attitude changed.

"Talk to me Max!" he growled.

Max looked up, clearly at a loss. Speets could tell that this was no
act,. Max was truly confused.

"I DIDN'T DO THAT!"

Nicholas's brow furrowed. "NO?" He waved the picture back at Max. "You
didn't beat up his brother? You didn't humiliate this kid in front of his
friends?"

Max opened his mouth but nothing came out. Any answer he gave was wrong.

"I don't know anything about this" he said, fear creeping into his
answer. "I've got nothing to say to you!"

"You better tell me something!" Speets countered. "Cause right now, I have
YOU, beating up this kid, his brother and witnesses! You wanna sit there in
your bed and tell me you're innocent? "

"I DIDN'T DO THIS!" Max yelled. He pushed the picture out of his face. "I
pushed him off his bike, and took it to his older brother! I never hurt
this boy!"

"NO? That's why you have angry Fathers coming after you? Because you're so
innocent? Just at the wrong place at the wrong time huh Max?"

"He attacked ME!"

"Why? What did you do to his Son?"

"I didn't do anything to Drew!"

Now we're getting somewhere Speets thought. "Drew...tell me about Drew
Max. How do you know him?"

"He lives in town; I helped him fix his bike when it broke down!" Max
poured out the story to Agent Speets as the man knew he would. He baited
Max by dangling hard violence in his face first and then allowed Drew's
name to come up. The teenager was bending over backwards to show how he
helped Drew, trying to offset the Anderson boy. Speets listened as Max ran
through the whole tale of Drew's bike and ending up with what happened to
Sammy's older brother.

"And then his psycho fucking Dad broke into my house and kicked the shit
out of me!"

"And where was Drew during all this?" Speets asked, watching Max's face
carefully.

Max shrugged. "I don't know...home I guess. I was busy running for my
life!"

"When was the last time you saw him?"

"Drew? The night before I guess. I met his Mom" He left out sleeping with
Drew in his room. Max wasn't that naïve. He looked at Agent Speets when
he didn't answer back. "I didn't hurt this boy!" He pointed to the photo
still in the agent's hand.

"This isn't the first time Mr. Blake has kicked your ass is it Mr. Poston!"

"Hey, I didn't start that! He attacked me and my friends for no reason!"

Nicholas laughed. "You never do anything wrong do you Max? You just an
choir boy at heart right?"

Max said it again. "I didn't kill this boy!"

Speets took in a deep breath. "I know Max...I've always known that"

Max was lost. He shook his head. "Then what the hell do you want from me?"

"I want to know where Andrew Blake is?"

"Drew! What are you talking about? You said this kid was dead!" He waved to
the folder.

He looked at Max deeply. "He is Mr. Poston. He is. But Andrew Blake is
missing and no one knows where he is"

"What?" he said in disbelief. "You think I had something to do with that?"

Speets shook his head. "No Mr. Poston, I'm sure you didn't in fact, because
at the time this boy was killed, you were running through the woods with
your tail between your legs" He waited for this to catch up to Max's
confused mind. "You see? You're each other's alibi"

Max understood.

"And now Mr. Poston..." Agent Speets began.








Miss Benet sat in the room waiting with Adam. Adam was beyond pissed. He
was still handcuffed, no one willing to allow his free reign due to his
size. She spent the better part of the hour calming him down after she
arrived. Right now they waited for someone to speak with them. She had a
rough idea of what was going on but no one told her the full story, saying
it was an FBI matter.

Finally the door opened and Agent Speets walked in.

"Miss Benet; FBI Special Agent Nicholas Speets" he held out his hand to
her.

"Care to fill us in Agent Speets? We've been here for hours"

She wasn't intimidated by his title Nicholas noticed. Expensive he thought;
sizing her up.

"Sorry about that, these things take time. I'm sure you realized how
complicated a case like this is"

"A case like what Agent Speets?" she interjected firmly. "You have a man
charged with breaking and entering and assault. What's complicated about
that?"

"I'm talking about his missing Son"

She waved her hand in the air dismissively. "I'm sorry was my client
charged with that? Because last time I checked he was arrested for
assault. Are you filing new charges against him?"

She's good. Right to the point with no detractors. He looked at Adam across
the table. "Mr. Blake I know how upsetting this is to you. I want you to
tell me everything you can about Max Poston"

"EXCUSE ME!" Miss Benet barked, standing up to face Agent Blake. "If you
want to speak to my client, you will do so through me!"

"Mr. Blake" he continued, heedless of Miss Benet. "If you think I can't
hold you here after what you did you are most certainly mistaken"

"You're in no position to charge him with anything Agent Speets!" Miss
Benet was not to be ignored. "Unless the FBI is now taking jurisdiction in
local police matters? Are you charging my client with something?"

He continued to ignore her. "Mr. Blake until my questions are answered to
my fullest satisfaction, I can tell you exactly when you'll be released"

"That will be in twenty minutes when I get Judge Candrow on the phone Agent
Speets!"

He lost his patients with this woman and raised his voice at Adam. "I
suggest you look across the table to your high priced lawyer and get her to
explain the phrase `When hell freezes over' to you!"

She moved closer to Speets. "That sounds like a threat to me Agent Speets!"

"I have a dead boy not five miles from here! Strangled to death! And
another one missing! And the only thing connecting them is this man!" He
pointed to Adam.

"You mean besides Max Poston?" she asked. Agent Speets leveled his eyes at
her; unhappy with her knowledge. She pressed the point. "Because last time
I checked, not only was he with Mr. Blake's Son, but the Anderson boy as
well. Maybe you missed that in your investigation"

Nicholas started to speak and then smiled instead. "Very good Miss Benet"
he conceded. "I'm impressed"

"You're not the only one with a badge Agent Speets. Why do you think
Mr. Blake connects both boys?"

"Because Mr. Blake has a history of violence when his Son is concerned"

Adam looked at Miss Benet. He knows, Adam thought. If the statement
stumbled Miss Benet, it didn't show.

"That matter was resolved and the guilty parties were dealt with"

He nodded. "You can seal as many files as you like Miss Benet. I'm the
FBI. Until I know everything this man knows, he goes nowhere!" He moved to
the door to leave.

"You have no authority to keep him!" she called after him.

"I can be very convincing when I need to be Miss Benet. Judge Candrow will
hear my concerns as well. I'm sure he doesn't want to jeopardize an FBI
investigation"

"What do you want from him?" She waved at Adam. "DNA?"

"Oh no. He was nice enough to leave plenty of that at the crime scene" He
looked down at Adam's blood caked hand.

"Then what? What will it take to convince you he had nothing to do with any
of this? A lie detector?"

"Well now Miss Benet, I can't force a lie detector on your client. That
would be illegal"

"He'll agree to it!"

"Good. Say twenty minutes to get him hooked up" he said smugly.

Miss Benet moved until she was right in front of him. "You KNEW I was going
to suggest that didn't you?"

He smiled. "Miss Benet, I don't come to an interrogation room without
already knowing the answers to the questions I ask"

He walked out but not before he saw her eyes flash.









Adam sat in a large chair, his shirt open and electrodes attached to his
skin.  Miss Benet was behind him watching the procedure carefully. Agent
Speets stood before him and waited for the tester to nod to him, letting
him know to begin.

"Do you know Sam Anderson?"

"Yes, he hurt my Son"

"Just yes or no answers Mr. Blake" Agent Speets told him.

"Have you ever physically met Sam Anderson?"

"No"

"Have you ever been to your Son's school?"

"Yes"

"Have you been there in the last week?"

"No"

"Have you seen your Son in the last 72 hours?"

"No"

"Do you know anyone who wants to hurt you or your Son?"

"Yes"

Miss Benet looked from Adam to Agent Speets.

"Anyone beside Max Poston?"

Adam hesitated. "No"

"Have you ever hurt a child?"

Adam's mind raced to the supermarket and the kids he beat up. He thought of
his last time with April.

"Don't answer that!" Miss Benet said behind him before he could speak.

Agent Speets looked at her for a moment and then back to Adam. He didn't
correct her.

"Have you ever hurt your Son?"

"No" Adam stated quickly. Agent Speets looked at the tester who nodded his
head, telling him Adam spoke the truth. Nicholas didn't really expect any
other answer but he had to be sure.

"Would you kill to protect your Son?"

Adam didn't have to think about his response.

"Yes"

The tester moved back a little as if the answer upset him. He looked at
Agent Speets and nodded again.

"Okay Mr. Blake" Speets took a deep breath. "Do you have ANY information
about the death of Sam Anderson or your missing Son?"

"NO!"

Nicholas waited for the nod from the tester before he nodded to Miss Benet.

"Alright, I'm satisfied, your client can go"

Adam stood up and ripped the cords off his body.

"Now what the hell happened to Drew!"

Nicholas sighed. "Let's get you cleaned up and we'll talk in the next
room. He left with Miss Benet hot on his heels.

"You're ready to tell us everything?"

"As I said I'm satisfied Miss Benet. Mr. Blake couldn't have killed Sam
Anderson because he was with Max Poston at the time of the murder"

Her eyes glowed. "If you knew that what the hell was all this for?"

He stepped closer to her. "Because he knows something. I don't know what it
is but he knows it nonetheless. Even if he's not aware of it. And I have to
be sure he'll tell me the truth before I tell him what we know"

"How are you so sure of that?"

"Because only Mr. Blake and Mr. Poston connect everyone together. Whatever
violent relationship those two have has spilled down on Sam Anderson and I
want to know why that boy, that particular boy, was killed"

"Then shouldn't you give Max a lie detector test as well?"

He opened his hands palm up. "I already did"








"This is what we know" Agent Speets began. Adam and Miss Benet were on the
other side of the table, no handcuffs held him down this time but two large
police officers where in the room behind him, just in case.

"At the time you and Mr. Poston were having your disagreement; Sam Anderson
was across town walking home from school when he was attacked in the woods
near his home. The last time he was seen alive was by four students who
spoke with him on school grounds. He left shortly after, not to be seen
again. His body was found uncovered in a secluded grove, strangled. Time of
death is consistent with the time a 911 call came in from Mr. Poston's
home. Which means, neither Mr. Blake nor Mr. Poston were there"

Miss Benet looked at Adam and put one hand on his thick forearm to silence
him.

"Roughly two hours later, a backpack belonging to Andrew Blake was found on
the side of a highway leading west, forty some miles out of town. Once
again, there is no way either of you could have been there, since
Mr. Poston was in an ambulance and Mr. Blake was in custody at the time"

"Then why do you think both boys are connected?" Miss Benet asked.

"Because a hair was found on Sam Anderson's body that matched a hair found
on Andrew Blake's pack" He looked at Adam carefully. "This hair didn't
belong to either boy, Mr. Poston or Mr. Blake"

"Who has my fucking Son!?!" His blood ran cold.

"I wish I knew Mr. Blake" Nicholas said truthfully. "But make no mistake;
something connects your Son to Sam Anderson, that much is clear. Both you
and Mr. Poston have a violent relationship in regards to your boy, and
Mr. Poston brought that same problem to Sam and his older brother. Andrew
was the center of attention each time but someone targeted Sam Anderson
specifically"

Adam's mind raced. He looked around, not understanding why anyone would
hurt Drew.

"Look Mr. Blake... I need to know everything you know. Somewhere, someone
else is involved with both of these boys and I can't find them without your
help"

"I'll do anything to help you!" Adam leaned forward.

"I believe you. The FBI is running every test on the backpack that we
can. Everyone at the school has been accounted for including bus drivers,
teachers and crossing guards. No one saw either boy after they left
school. Drew missed his bus, so he left by other means. Sam walks home
every day. Only Max connects both boys and only you connect Max to Drew"

Adam was frustrated. "Can I get out of here?"

"Yes, Miss Benet has seen to that already. You can leave right away. Don't
leave town Mr. Blake. As soon as I know anything you'll be contacted on
your cell phone" He looked at Adam as the big man stood up. "If you can
think of anything relevant please call me, no matter how small it may be"

Adam nodded his head. "What about Max?"

"Mr. Poston passed his test as well. He doesn't know much more than you"

Agent Speets walked out with a nod to Miss Benet. Adam turned to her.

"I need to talk to Max!" he said.









Max stood behind a car, keeping it between him and Adam. He looked around
at the people moving through the parking lot. He only agreed to meet Adam
and Miss Benet in a public place. He wanted as many witnesses as possible,
just in case.

"I'm not gonna hurt you Max" Adam told him. Max didn't believe him.

"Yeah cause your track record has been so good" he replied sarcastically.

Miss Benet came into the conversation. "Max, I'm Mr. Blake's lawyer, Lisa
Bennet" She looked over Max's bruised face and glanced disapprovingly at
Adam. "We know the FBI has already talked to you and we want to see if you
two can help find Drew together"

Max kept his eyes on Adam. "I told them everything I know. I took a lie
detector test!"

"I know Max, Agent Speets told us. He said you passed, as did Mr. Blake"
her hand waved at Adam. "The two of you need to talk Max" she looked from
him to Adam. "Figure out what connects both boys together"

Adam took a step forward and Max moved back. "Max?" he said with a deep
voice. "Did you ever hurt my Son?"

"NO!" he answered. "Sir..." he added. "I wouldn't hurt Drew"

Miss Benet looked from one to the other. "If he wanted to hurt Drew he
could have let him fall in the ditch or abandon him in the woods that day"
she said to Adam.

"If I was into hurting kids, I wouldn't pick one with a Father like you!"

Miss Benet's eyebrows went up in agreement. "He has a point. There are
plenty of kids to pick from without..." she looked Adam's thick body over,
"...putting his own life in jeopardy"

Adam didn't stop watching Max. "Max...I love my Son" He reached out his
hand in the teenager's direction. "Will you help me find him?" Max didn't
move; he only looked at the outstretched hand.

"Max..." Miss Benet's soft voice added.

Max looked up at her and then checked to see that people were still in the
area. It made him feel safer. He walked around the car and shook Adam's
strong hand. Adam reached up and put a hand on his shoulder. Max flinched
as he remembered the punch he took to the face earlier.

"Thank you Max" Adam said sincerely.

They sat on at a table outside a fast food store to talk. Max told them
about meeting Drew for the first time in the woods and fixing his
bike. Miss Benet had already found that information out but she wanted to
hear if Max's version was different from the one she heard. When he got to
the part about Sam and his friends, Miss Benet interrupted.

"Did you hurt Sam Anderson?"

Max looked around as if he didn't hear her correctly. "I...you know, scared
him a little"

She leaned in. "Did you touch him?"

Max shrugged innocently. "I may have pushed him off his bike, or maybe he
fell?" No one believed that.

"And after you pushed him?"

Max waited as if he didn't understand, in a vain attempt to hold off his
answer.

"Did you hurt him?"

He sighed. "I sort of kicked him..."

Adam looked around in frustration. Max jumped on his attitude.

"OH YEAH! Cause YOU never hit kids!"

Miss Benet held up her hand between them before Adam could answer but he
managed to lean in enough that Max moved back and out of range.

"Did he tell you he broke my Dad's ribs?" Max said to her, pointing a
finger at Adam. "Or how he knocked me out with a strangle hold?"

Miss Benet glanced at Adam for a moment and nodded her head. "Yes Max, I
know all about it. I know your relationship with Mr. Blake is somewhat
tangled, but we're here about Drew right now. Let's stay focused on that
alright?" She said this to Max but it was clearly for Adam's benefit. He
shrunk back in his seat at hearing his Son's name used.

So Max continued to tell his story up until finding Sammy's brother Jake.

"So you went to tell him about his little brother?" Miss Benet asked. Both
Max and Adam looked at her for a moment. It was obvious she didn't
understand who Max was.

"I don't think talking was on Max's mind when he went. Was it Max?" Adam
asked. Miss Benet took a quick minute and realized how naïve her
question was.

"Hey, I got my own way to communicate with the locals" Max lifted up his
arms and laced his fingers behind his head showing off his big biceps. Adam
wasn't impressed. "I'm what you call a people person" he grinned.

"You hurt his brother too!" Miss Benet looked from Max to Adam to make sure
she got it right. Adam nodded to her.

"I got him in his garage with his two buddies"

"Three of them and just you?"

Max grinned at her. "Yeah. They didn't stand a chance"

She didn't believe him. She turned to Adam but he continued to look at
Max. She tilted her head to the side with doubt in her eyes.

"Do I look like I'd lose in a fight?" Max asked her smugly.

"Want ME to answer that?" Adam leaned in making Max sit up and lean away
again. His face lost the grin and he became quiet.

Miss Benet began to speak but Adam interrupted her. "Get talking Max!"

Max finished his story without all the embellishments he usually added when
someone was present to brag too. Adam wasn't his usual company and saw
through his slick charms.

"And you told all this to Agent Speets?" she asked. Max nodded. "Well I
know he's been working with your ex-wife" she said to Adam. "But I don't
see how all this couples Drew and the Anderson boy"

"I took a lie detector" Max offered.

"I know Max, and we believe you" she said. "Agent Speets believes the two
of you somehow tie both boys together"

"I've never even heard of him before" Adam said, of Sammy Anderson. "Why
did you approach those kids to begin with?"

Max shrugged. "Just because I don't live here anymore doesn't mean people
don't know me. I'm not having Drew run around with me so he can get beat
up. One of my friends gets pushed around then I take it personally"

"First of all, you're a nineteen year old boy. My Son doesn't `run' with
you Max! He's only eight. You had no business branding him with your
reputation"

"So he's safe with his Stepdad then?" Max said. "Because when I met him, he
didn't look like anyone I would be afraid of. Drew is a little kid with no
brothers, he could use a wing to hide under, you know?"

"Max I thought last time we met you would have realized Drew only needs ME"

"Except YOU don't live here Mr. Blake..."

Adam sat back, not liking how Max pushed him into a corner.

"Gentlemen, this is a moot point. Drew is missing and the Anderson boy is
dead. Cooperate"

After another thirty minutes of comparing stories, Miss Benet got up and
looked at her phone. "I have to make some calls. I want to speak with the
FBI again and make sure the news conference about Drew is ready. I'll call
you as soon as I know something" She looked at Max. "Give me a dollar"

Max looked confused but reached in his pocket and gave it to her.

"Now I'm your lawyer Max. Anything you tell me is confidential"

"Do I need a lawyer?"

She nodded her head. "The FBI is looking into your past, and I'm sure your
years as an altar boy will speak volumes about your character" she said
sarcastically.

"I was a juvenile. Those records are sealed" he paused. "Right?"

"They're the FBI Max. There's no such thing" She stuffed the bill in her
pocket and left. Adam stood up and took his keys out of his pocket.

"Where you staying?" Max asked him, trying to sound indifferent. He was
suddenly uncomfortable being alone with Adam. Adam shrugged.

"I'll get a hotel nearby. I can't stay with my ex, she'd drive me up the
fucking wall"

Max looked around and nodded. "Well...you can bunk with me"

Adam looked at him. "With you?"

"Yeah, my mom's away and I'm at her place. No one else is there" He looked
Adam up and down. "But the phone works fine and the police can be there in
minutes!"

Adam leered at him. "Well if you're frightened I can go get some handcuffs
from the police while you hug your teddy bear"

"Who said I was scared?"

Adam lunged forward quickly making Max jump back. He gave Max a knowing
look.

"Whatever! You can sleep downstairs by the door you busted down"

"Come on tough guy!" Adam said impatiently

They walked to the parking lot and Max climbed in Adam's truck. He didn't
have his own vehicle because his windshield was cracked during the
fight. He felt self conscious as Adam filled up the driver's seat with his
muscled body. It would take him a second to kill Max and he left his door
unlocked just in case he needed to jump.

As they drove off Adam said, "She's not here anymore Max, it's just us guys
now. You have something else to tell me?"

Max shook his head. "No sir. I don't" He thought of Drew snuggled up in his
arms and the way the boy gravitated to him physically.

"Well, we'll have all night together to think things over" Adam said,
looking straight ahead. He was so concerned with Max and what he knew about
his Son, that he forgot to turn his cell phone ringer on after the police
gave it back.

If he had, he would have seen a missed call from Tony.








Max had a pizza delivered and he sat on the sofa with Adam. Adam had taken
some boards from the shed and made a makeshift door. They talked as he
worked and shared stories about Drew. Max told him about fixing his buddies
car and showing Drew what all the parts did and how excited he had
been. Adam listened carefully making sure not to interrupt him. He wanted
Max to spill everything about his Son.

Adam watched the television as the police came on and spoke of Drew's
disappearance. He felt sick to his stomach as his boy's picture was shown
on screen. Max put a hand on his shoulder but didn't say anything. It was
on every local channel. It had been playing in different forms for the last
few hours. Miss Benet ran the televised news conference with Agent
Speets. Every news channel was eager for the story but Adam couldn't watch
anymore. When his ex-wife came on and pleaded for Drew's return, Adam
turned off the TV.

Max handed him a fresh beer and watched as Adam drank it all down in one
gulp. He didn't need to be asked, he simply handed another one to Adam and
left him his space. It was getting late and he had a long day, not to
mention how his face still hurt. He went to his room.

Hours later Max woke up and sat up in bed. He heard sounds from down below
and jumped up defensively. Then he remembered how Adam was downstairs and
what happened over the last day. His face hurt badly and he went to his
bathroom to take some pain medication. His face looked terrible but in a
way it made him look even more badass then he already was. He grinned at
his reflection. Damn that man could hit.

Max found Adam leaning up against the kitchen counter, another beer in his
hand. He was wearing his jeans but no shirt and his strong chest and broad
shoulders were even more impressive bare. Max walked in, making noise, not
wanting to surprise him. Adam looked at him with glassy eyes. Max knew
there would be little if any beer left in the refrigerator, but on impulse
he opened the door and found a few left.

"You holding up?" Max asked softly. Adam lifted the bottle in salute and
drank from it deeply. He took a beer from the refrigerator and tapped his
bottle to Adam's. He nodded to the living room and Adam followed him
inside. "It's gonna be alright. We'll find him"

Adam didn't look convinced. He walked over to the front door and looked
outside through the boards he put up. Max stood near him.

"You really love your Son"

Adam stared outside. "You have no idea"

Max had never felt the way Drew must feel. He didn't know what it was to be
cherished and cared for the way Drew was. Or to be held in his father's
arms or rocked to sleep by his mother. Max was troubled for good reason. He
saw in Drew what he never had. He moved closer to Adam. For some reason he
felt closer to Drew's life when he was near the big man. As if it might rub
off on him and his life would be better for it.

"Hey" he said. Adam turned to him. "I'll do anything to help you. I mean
it"

Adam put a hand on Max's shoulder and squeezed him. He moved it up and took
hold of the back of his neck and began to rub him. Max felt so small all of
a sudden. He was trying to be tough in front of this imposing man but he
knew if he spoke now his voice would crack. Adam looked at him with
affection, in a way his own father never had.

"You're a good boy Max. I'm glad you're watching over Drew"

Max felt himself swallow. He didn't have an answer for him and even if he
did, it would probably come out wrong. He looked out the makeshift door and
took in the silence. Adam's hand stayed on his neck and continued to rub
him.

Suddenly Max turned to him.

"Do you hear that?"

Adam's brow furrowed. "Hear what?"

Max looked around. "Something's ringing" He moved away from Adam and into
the living room. "It's not my phone"

Adam reached into his pocket and found his phone. The ringer was off but
the phone wasn't active. He turned on the volume and looked around with
Max. He heard it too. Max went back to the door and stepped outside on the
porch. He turned to Adam.

"It's coming from your truck!"

Adam bounded down the stairs. The ring was definitely louder now. He opened
the door and heard the phone. It came from his glove compartment. He knew
what it was instantly...the prepaid cell phone Tony gave him. He reached
for it and flipped it open.

"Hello?"

"Adam, where the fuck have you been? I've been trying to get a hold of you
for hours!" Tony's voice was fast and irritated.

"I've been busy. The cops had me for questioning and I've been through
hell!"

"I know you have. I've tried your regular cell too when you didn't answer
this one. I saw the special about Drew on the news"

"Hang on a second" Adam turned to Max. "It's a friend. Go back inside"

Max turned away not questioning Adam. He went back up the porch and when he
disappeared Adam gave his attention back to Tony.

"I appreciate the call Tony but I'm not in the mood to go over the story
again with someone else"

"No Adam!" Tony interrupted. "We have a problem! I think I know who took
Drew!"

"WHAT!" Adam barked.

"Are you alone?"

Adam looked at the house. Max was still inside. He walked near the woods
anyway after telling Tony to hang on a second.

"I am now"

"Adam I got a phone call from a peer. And by that I mean someone else in
the business that does what I do" Adam knew exactly what Tony meant,
another film maker. "He said a client has been paying large sums of money
for any and all movies featuring Drew"

"Drew! How would he even know about him? You sold the movies we made to
private clients"

"And that's the problem Adam. Two of the movies went to the same client..."

"The overseas buyer?"

"That doesn't mean much when you have large sums of cash like that. He
travels in different circles than most of us"

"Wait! Go back! How do you know any of this?"

"My friend knew I supplied the movies to this guy because the guy told
him. He wanted to know if any more were floating around"

"Why didn't he just ask you then?"

"He did, and I told him no. I don't work like that Adam you know that. I
make movies for select clients and I don't advertise who has what"

"Go on" Adam said, clinging to each of Tony's words.

"Anyway, this man contacted not only my buddy but others in the business as
well, all with the same request. He wants Drew!"

"Wait! Fucking wait! How would he even know where to find Drew, or what his
full name was?"

There was a pause on the phone. "We made the last two movies for him, but
the first one went to a different client. You remember that first film?"

Adam remembered of course. It was Drew's first time on camera. Adam was
completely out of frame in the shot and he never used Drew's name. It was a
straight blowjob film. It was made to get Drew's feet wet and see how he
took to video.

"Of course I do" he replied.

"Adam" Tony said firmly. "You remember how that film started?"

Adam's throat clenched. "GOD DAMN!"

And he remembered...



Drew's First Film:



Tony sat in his van with the one way mirrored windows and filmed Drew as he
walked off the bus. He was beautiful and Tony remembered how bright the
boy's blue eyes were when they met the previous day. He knew Tony would be
making a movie of him and his Dad, but Tony wanted the opening shots to be
spontaneous and natural. Drew's silky hair bounced around his angelic face
and he bounded down the big steps of the yellow bus and landed on the
blacktop. He had no idea he was being filmed.

Tony zoomed in to show him smiling at his friends and waving in the air to
them. Some of them approached and patted Drew on the shoulder the way kids
do, and Drew's face beamed with delight. At that age he didn't have a care
in the world and it showed as he interacted with the other kids.

Tony pulled back some to show the others but the focus was always on
Drew. The others only framed the shot. He followed Drew up the walkway and
into the front of the school doors. He panned away.

A large sign came into view on camera..."Pinecrest Elementary School"

Tony ended the first part there, picking up hours later when Adam told him
he would be at recess. Once more Tony filmed the boy playing outside with
his friends and having fun running back and forth playing with a
Frisbee. Tony took some high speed shots of Drew with a telephoto lens. The
boy's flushed face and innocent smile would look great on the movie menu!

Drew was at home doing his homework. Tony filmed him from one angle to the
next, slowly moving around him with the expensive video camera. Drew didn't
pay any attention to him. This took some doing as Drew kept giggling when
Tony came near, so that was remedied by using the zoom instead. Drew was
doing a great job, but he was only a kid after all and couldn't be expected
to win an Oscar for his performance. That wasn't the point anyway. Tony
knew, after meeting Adam and his Son, that the chemistry between them would
come over on film like fireworks.

The first time he saw them together, Tony knew he struck gold. The boy's
eyes literally gleamed whenever he looked at his Dad. It amazed Tony that
they were even related. Adam was so big and rugged and Drew had thick
blonde hair and a slight frame. He couldn't imagine the boy growing up to
resemble his Dad. When he heard that Adam was divorces he just assumed Drew
was so affectionate because he missed his Father, but Adam assured him Drew
had always been that way. And after spending the better part of three hours
with them, Tony knew Adam had told the truth. The child never tiered of his
Father's touch. If Adam moved too far away, Drew closed the distance
himself.

The boy clung to his Dad's bulky frame, his small hands squeezing the large
muscles in Adam's shoulders. He watched Adam as he spoke to Tony, his face
lit up like a Christmas tree! The boy was in love.

Every time Adam said something about Drew he would look at his Son, and his
face would soften just slightly. It was a look that only came out for his
Son, but for a professional like Tony, it was film magic. These two were
not only incredibly hot by themselves, but together, they were fire. Tony
watched as Adam unconsciously kissed at his Son when the boy spoke or
laughed. Drew never flinched away like most kids would. He soaked up the
love like a sponge.

Tony took it all in, every second of it.

Drew seemed comfortable with Tony but Tony knew in reality it had nothing
to do with him. The boy would feel safe no matter where or who he was with,
as long as his Dad was there. It was a level of trust that only a real
Father and Son would have.

Tony pitched the film to Adam and they agreed to keep Drew's name out of it
and not film the man's face. This was the first film for both of them after
all, so Tony wanted to give assurances that Adam couldn't be identified in
case the unthinkable happened.

So Tony kept the shot low and Adam was conscious not to refer to his boy by
name.

Drew sat at the table with his books spread before him.  Tony zoomed in on
the boy's beautiful face and got a great close-up of his bright blue eyes
as the child looked from page to page. After a few moments Tony felt the
floor list as Adam entered the room.

He walked up behind the boy and reached out with his large hand to stroke
at the white blonde hair. Drew responded instantly to the touch. Tony
pulled back the view slightly to show the Adam from just above the waist on
down. There was no question the man was built. His large thighs bulged out
from his jeans and moved powerfully underneath them. His hand had thick
fingers that ran across the young boy's head and followed up to a mighty
forearm with soft brown hair. Veins bulged out from under the flesh and
when he ran those fingers down Drew's neck, the boy shivered in delight.

Drew turned and gave Adam a big smile, looking up at the man who was off
frame. Tony couldn't see him either. He liked to film the action the same
way as the viewer would see the finished product. It made editing less
hassle in the long run.

"Hi Dad"

Adam's fingers ran gently up the child's baby soft cheek and then worked
back down the same path.

"Hey baby" a deep voice echoed.

Drew kept his genuine smile fixed on his Father.

"You almost done?" Adam asked him. Drew nodded his head.

"Almost"

Adam's hand moved to Drew's mouth and Tony zoomed in to show the large
thumb rub across the boy's full pink lips. Drew never stopped smiling.

"Can I take a break Dad?" Drew asked Adam.

Adam moved away but held out his hand to his boy. Drew took it; his small
hand completely engulfed by Adam's, and let himself be pulled from the
chair.

"I think a break sounds good Son"

Adam led Drew to an open part of the living room and moved him around until
they faced each other.

"You love your Daddy?"

Drew nodded and Adam stroked the boy's face again.

"Yeah you do"

Adam's hand dropped to his side and he simply stood there before Drew. Drew
looked down the man's muscled body until his eyes rested on the heavy mound
between Adam's legs. Without a word, Drew reached out with one hand and
placed upon it. Tony zoomed in slowly as Drew began to squeeze and rub at
it. He caught Drew looking up and smiling at his Dad before the boy's face
was out of frame. The action now centered on more important things.

"What a good boy you are" Adam said softly to his Son. Drew's other hand
came up now and began to work at his Father's heavy crotch
aggressively. Adam's dick began to jerk beneath his jeans. It swelled up
right as Tony filmed it, lengthening and stretching outward, looking for
more space in which to grow. Drew was no novice at this. He didn't fumble
or hesitate; the boy knew what he was after. His small fingers found his
Dad's prick and he traced it up and down, moving more and more as the cock
grew bigger and bigger.

Slowly Tony pulled back. Drew's eyes were locked in concentration on his
hands as if Adam no longer existed. To say Drew was mesmerized was putting
it lightly. Tony doubted if Drew even realized he was getting filmed
anymore. Somehow nothing else seemed important to the child at that moment
than the large lump between his Father's legs.

As the minutes past Drew's face scrunched up in semi frustration. He was
having some difficulty with the thick fabric of his Dad's jeans and wasn't
sure what to do about it. Adam was throbbing underneath and Drew found less
and less slack in the man's pants to work at the treasure below. Just as
Tony thought the boy might get too annoyed, Adam spoke up.

"That's it Son. Take your time"

Drew didn't look up but his face changed. As if hearing his Father's voice
was all he needed, his brow smoothed out and his fingers seemed to relax
and enjoy the moment. This was no acting and Tony knew it. This came as
natural to Drew as breathing did.

The boy's hands pushed and gripped at the heavy meat trapped inside Adam's
jeans until the outline of the man's massive prick stood proudly out.

"You ready love?" Adam asked softly. Drew didn't respond. He just kept
rubbing at the big dick. Adam's hand came up and stroked Drew's cheek to
get his attention.

"Baby?"

Drew's eyes stayed where they were. Adam gently lifted the boy's head up by
the jaw until Drew's eyes looked up.

"Daddy?" Drew said, as if just waking up.

"You ready angel?" he asked, a little amused.

It took a moment before Drew understood. His face broke into a big smile
and he nodded his head.

"Tell Daddy what you want" Adam coached him.

Drew's eyes stayed locked on Adam, and without missing a beat he said, "I
wanna suck your cock!"

Adam stroked Drew's cheek again and then let his hand fall back to his
side. Drew looked back down and pulled at the button of Adam's jeans. He
tugged the zipper down and pulled open the jeans as best he could. Adam's
thick cock leaped out at Drew and stood rigid before the boy's face. Tony
had to pull back some to get the whole thing in frame. Drew's hands wrapped
around it and squeezed.

Adam's cock thickened immediately at the boy's touch and throbbed wildly in
his hands. His small fingers could barely hold it steady and once again
Drew lost touch with everything else in the world except what was in his
grasp. He leaned in and rubbed the beastly prick against his face.

Tony was beside himself. He had never seen a child so into sex before. This
boy wasn't coached or instructed in any way. Drew did all of this on his
own like it was second nature to him. Tony had made many films with all
type of cooperation, from non-existent to fully compliant, but never
unscripted, where the child controlled what happened.

Not until now that is.

Tony kept the camera steady. He placed it on the ground, letting the tripod
hold it still. He had to look at Adam for a moment to see if he was going
to do anything about Drew. He lifted his head up. Adam was looking down at
Drew, his hands still at his side. The big man seemed as unfocused as his
Son. His eyes were locked on the boy but he made no move to interrupt the
child in any way. Adam was disconnected.

Tony looked back through the lens at Drew. The boy was still lovingly
rubbing his Father's heavy prick against his face, running the head across
his lips and cheeks and beneath his nose. Drew breathed deeply, taking in
his Dad's smell. He pulled back and looked at his Father's large cock. He
held it at the base with one hand and stroked it gently with the other
hand. He leaned in and kissed it.

FUCK! Tony thought to himself. Who is this boy?

He heard Adam groan. It wasn't loud but loud enough that the camera picked
it up. This big man can't be losing control already Tony said to
himself. He didn't have time to look up at him, he had to stay focused on
Drew.

They boy began to kiss at the fat head, over and over again, as if each
previous time wasn't good enough and he had to try again, just to get it
right. Adam made no move to stop him either way and Tony wasn't about to
object to the incredible sight. The boy was so small and should have been
scared by the size of Adam's prick. But this kid, this little blonde boy
was so drawn in by Adam's cock; Tony thought he would probably throw a fit
if it was taken away from him.

Drew's soft red lips parted and his small tongue came out and licked gently
at his Father's pulsing cockhead. The large muscles in Adam's thighs
trembled and Tony almost jerked the camera to see what happened to the
man. He lifted his head to see Adam's eyes opening and closing. The man's
upper body was moving back and forth in slight movements, clearly
responding to the boy's tongue.

Drew circled the head of his Dad's cock over and over again and started to
lap at the flared hole in the center. Tony zoomed in as best he could
framing Drew's face and half of Adam's huge prick. Drew stretched out his
tongue and lapped at the underside of the cock. The shaft pulsed in reply
and seemed to thicken even more if that were possible. Drew pulled back and
gazed lovingly at the massive rod in front of him. He kissed it again.

SUCK ON IT KID! Tony thought to himself. He almost couldn't stand the
anticipation anymore.

As if Drew could read his mind, the boy's mouth opened and he wrapped his
lips around the solid cock throbbing between Adam's legs.

There was a problem though and Tony saw it instantly. He was so caught up
in the sight of Drew's obsessive behavior he just now saw Drew for what he
really was...an incredibly small eight year old boy.

He can't do it Tony thought. And he was right. Drew's lips moved down the
flared head of Adam's hard cock but stopped short of taking it in. He was
too small!

Tony zoomed away. He had to see the whole thing. Drew's tiny body stood as
tall as he could and Adam's cock looked like a baseball bat in his
hands. Adam's legs were tense and the large muscles flexed beneath the
denim fabric as Drew feasted on his big dick. Tony looked up at Adam. The
man's eyes burned into the boy's face. An earthquake couldn't have
separated the two. Tony knew he was as lost as the boy was but for
different reasons. Drew didn't see the problem it was clear to Tony. He
didn't hesitate to stroke, kiss, and lick or even suck his Father's heavy
prick. But Adam was straining to hold himself back. It must have been
taking a great effort not to thrust his cock inside the child's mouth and
take what he wanted. Especially considering his size.

But that was it Tony knew. Adam never forced Drew. The child didn't know
what it was to be forced to do anything. He never had fear because he was
never given reason too. Adam protected him.

Tony filmed as the blonde boy sucked as much of the throbbing prick that he
could. For the first time since he started filming, Adam's hands came up
and gently pulled Drew's away. The boy closed his eyes and rested his hands
on his Daddy's big legs and began to nurse.

Damn! Tony thought. This is gonna make lots of money! The kid's head
twisted slowly from side to side, in a vain attempt to somehow capture more
of his Dad's large cock in his mouth. Adam was no bystander either, or at
least his cock wasn't. It seemed to be trying to cooperate with the boy on
some primal level, all by itself. It pulsed and twitched in the air as Drew
sucked on it, as if it knew what the boy was trying to do.

Adam's hands clenched into fists and Tony couldn't help but look up. The
man's face was tense and showed his concentration. He pulled his arms
behind his back, his hands still balled into fists.  Tony watched as his
hands opened and closed, gripping so hard the blood ran from the knuckles.

"Suck it baby" he managed to say to his Son. "Suck it for Daddy"

Drew moaned his reply, still keeping his eyes closed. He heard his Dad's
voice. It made his small body tremble. One of Adam's hands came around as
soon as Drew moaned, but stopped before touching the boy. Adam didn't want
to interrupt his Son's concentration and with extreme effort he brought the
hand behind his back again, once more making a tight fist.

"That's my boy" he groaned out.

Drew's brow furrowed in concentration as he sucked hard on the head of his
Daddy's big dick. His fingers dug into the heavy thigh muscles on Adam's
legs unconsciously, but Tony knew the kid could have drawn blood and it
wouldn't have mattered to Adam. The man just wanted his Son to suck his
dick; any way the boy could!

It didn't take more than five minutes of this before Drew's efforts were
going to pay off. Tony knew a pending orgasm when he saw one. Adam's legs
began to bend at the knee and he kept adjusting himself to stand back
up. The man's hands took hold of the back of his legs and gripped them with
strong fingers. His eyes moved from Drew's face to the ceiling, over and
over again.

Tony zoomed closer to Drew's face. There was no way he could get both the
boy and Adam's cock in its entirety so he picked the boy. Drew's mouth was
open to the limit and his moaning became louder and louder. Maybe Adam was
feeding the boy pre-cum, Tony couldn't be sure because Drew never let it
out of his mouth.

"That's it Son! That's it!" Adam's voice was strained.

The big muscles in the man's body flexed at the same time. His prick
swelled to its fullest thickness and he came in Drew's mouth.

The first shot came out with so much force that Drew's eyes opened wide and
his hands came up to grab the shaft instinctively. His head pulled back but
his mouth was still open. A white river of cream flowed past his bottom lip
and ran down his chin. He was about to cough but he was also moving to take
the dick back in his mouth. Before Tony could think, Adam's hand shot
around and gripped Drew by the hair and pulled him away. The boy coughed
reactively, his mouth closing for a moment.

Adam's big dick erupted another jet of thick cum that splashed against the
boy's face and coated his skin with gleaming fluid. Drew, to his credit,
quickly recovered and opened his mouth again. Adam's cum ran down his face
and past the boy's open lips just as another load arched in the air and
landed in his mouth.

Drew pulled forward, he used his hands to bring himself closer but Adam was
far stronger. Drew barely moved at all. Adam was looking down, watching his
Son carefully. Another blast erupted out of Adam's horse cock and hosed the
child's face again. Adam reached down with his other hand and took hold of
his cock, moving it around as he continued to cum. Drew's face gleamed with
the thick white baby making fluid, and his efforts to redirect his Dad's
dick to his open mouth proved futile.

Finally after a virtual river of cum escaped from Adam's heavy prick, he
let it go and allowed his Son's hands to aim it back at his mouth. He eased
up on the boy's blonde hair and once more Drew had his Father's cock back
in his hungry mouth. He closed his eyes and Tony filmed as the kid began to
swallow over and over again.

JESUS! Tony thought. He filmed the boy for long minutes, Adam dick never
seeming to tire. His hand changed from gripping his Son by the hair to
stroking his head lovingly. Tony looked up at Adam to see him smiling
lovingly down at his Son. The man turned to Tony for the first time. The
spell was broken and Adam was back to reality even if Drew wasn't. He
smiled proudly.

Tony nodded at him and finished filming until Drew was done. When the boy
opened his eyes the first place he looked was up at his Dad.

"I love you kitten" the man said to his boy.

Drew smiled for a moment and then remembered what he wanted to say.

"Dad! I wanted it!"

Adam grinned at his blonde Son. "I know love...I know"

Drew looked back at his Father's big cock and started to kiss at it
again. Whatever anger he had passed quickly and once more he took what he
wanted from his Dad. Adam watched and stroked his Son's hair as the boy
licked at his wet prick and rubbed it against his gleaming face.

Tony didn't know how much money he was going to get for this film, but he
knew it was going to be a lot!  He panned out showing Drew's small body and
the massive lower frame of the man standing before him, the big dick still
thick and jutting from between muscled legs.


The film ended.







"The school sign!" Adam said to Tony over the phone. "He saw the fucking
sign!"

"And he had the other films already" Tony added. "The one's where you used
Drew's real name"

"My face is on one of them!"

"I know Adam"

Adam took in a deep breath. "I can't go to the police with this Tony!
They'd throw me in jail for the rest of my life. I'd never see Drew again"

"Adam his name is Simon Angervoe. He bought the first film from the other
client of mine. I checked. And he's hosting a party about 100 miles of
where Drew lives"

"What kind of party?"

Tony heard the anger. "The kind of party all my clients want. One's with
real live kids!"

"This is all my fault! I may as well have gift wrapped Drew and put him in
the car myself!" Adam moved back to the truck and punched the side, leaving
a large dent.  "Where is it!" Adam demanded.

Tony gave Adam what information he could. Adam grabbed a pen and wrote the
address down. He looked up at the dark house where Max lived. The boy
looked out to see what the noise was.

"Tony listen to me..." Adam spoke quickly. When he was done he asked Tony
if he understood what he wanted.

"Yeah, I got it. What are you going to do now?"

Adam saw Max looking out at him. The boy was big, bigger than Adam gave him
credit for. No wonder the other kids were scared of him.

"I'm going to get my fucking Son back!"

"You're gonna need help" Tony told him. "I told you what to expect"

Max leaned against the frame of the doorway. Adam looked him over.

"I have help" Adam stated truthfully.



....To be continued