Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2023 01:00:00 -0700 From: John Henry Subject: Growing Up Ry Chapter 10 (Gay/Incest) DONATION: Nifty is a not-for-profit organization that heavily relies on our donations to keep the site free and accessible. Your donations pay for web hosting fees and other day-to-day activities for the wonderful staff of editors/publishers. You can donate on the website at http://donate.nifty.org/ Every little bit counts. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit, sexual content involving adults over the age of 21 and minors under the age of 18, with scenes of incest involving step-parents/step-children, and siblings. If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you're a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading this. If you're not sure about this legality, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. If you would like to leave any positive feedback, please let me know. Thank you. Chapter 10 Rollo and Toby drove south. The roads were better but the sky was still threatening snow. Toby was annoyingly nervous. Apparently, as part of his release conditions, he wasn't supposed to leave Washington without permission. Rollo had everything worked out, since they had to be back at the halfway house before 10pm. Toby was turning out to be a mixed blessing. The boy was eager to please Rollo, doing pretty much anything Rollo wanted; however, Toby was often whiny and extremely horny. Rollo guessed that cho-mo was sex addict and he was now the freak's dealer. Rollo also guessed that Toby was developing feelings that he shouldn't. Rollo had every intention on kicking the boy to the curb once Rollo was done with him, so using those feelings at the moment was an advantage; however, he also knew that they were a major liability in the meantime, since Toby could turn snitch at any point he became upset with the gang banger. "Keep your eyes on the road instead of my crotch," Rollo snapped. Toby averted his gaze to the road ahead. "I'll fuck you once we're done and not a second before, got it?" "I could jack you off on the way, though," Toby pleaded. "I've done it to loads of guys that way before. It wouldn't hurt anything." Rollo sighed and ignored his bitch. He distracted himself by going over the list of people needed to look for. Some were going to be harder than others. Clients caught up in the drug trade aren't very talkative, especially when the more high profile members are in holding awaiting a RICCO case in Federal Court. Sure it was in another state, but the Feds had no jurisdiction...hell, local cops didn't seem to have jurisdictions either, anymore. "Eyes on the road or I'm not to blacken one of them!" Franklin was a small city, especially compared to Washington. If Rollo hadn't needed to go there, he wouldn't have even known the place existed. The first place they went was a strip mall. Almost a decade ago, Will Parker had opened a small computer service and repair store front. Rollo couldn't find any record of it having closed or changed in management, leaving him to assume that Parker still owned the place. "Did you bring it?" Rollo asked Toby, once the latter found a parking space not too far from the story. "Yeah, it's in my backpack," Toby replied nervously. "What's crawled up your ass?" Toby held his tongue. Not your cock, he fought saying. He knew Orlando wouldn't have found it funny. "It's just nerves," he replied, trying to sound dismissive. "Nerves? You're not doing anything illegal! What do you have to be nervous about?" "I just am, okay?" Toby suffered from anxiety, which was made worse in prison. "You're just taking the laptop in to get checked and ask for a Will Parker; that's it." "Why can't you do it?" Rollo held his own tongue and temper. He wanted to back hand the bitch and put Toby in his place; however, they had more to do before going back to Washington, and Rollo wasn't in the mood to sit in a jail cell, in case the cops were called. "I told you already. Will Parker doesn't like me, okay. He owes me from prison, and if he thinks I'm around, he'll either bolt or call the cops. That's why we're parked over here instead of in front of the place. I don't want him seeing me." Rollo definitely could tell a good lie, which is how he managed to be an informant without getting stabbed. "I guess," Toby said, though not feeling convinced. "I just have a bad feeling about this, and I can't shake it." "You got kiddy porn on there?" Rollo asked, pointing at a bag in the back seat he knew contained the computer. "What?! Fuck no!" Toby said, sounding scandalized. "Then you have nothing to worry about then, do you?" Rollo wasn't entirely sure the freak didn't have child porn on his laptop, but he couldn't afford to dwell on that at the moment. "So, how about you get your ass in there?" Rollo reached passed Toby and opened the car door for him. To incentivize the boy, Rollo added, "If you get this done quickly and without problems, I'll let you suck my cock when you're done. How about that?" "Fine," Toby said, trying to hide his excitement. He got out of the car, grabbed the laptop and went into the repair shop. Toby looked around to make sure the coast was clear, despite not knowing anyone in the city. As he walked into the small shop, he noticed how empty it was. The walls had minimal supplies and the counter at the back wasn't manned. The floor space in the middle was limited with no displays. He looked around and noticed several cameras, including one pointing at the door and a few more pointing at the register. There was a small desk bell with a sign reading: RING FOR HELP. Toby put his bag on the counter and rang the bell. He couldn't help but shuffle from foot to foot, he was so nervous. "Welcome to Franklin Electronics and Repair," a man a few years older than Toby said, as he walked out from a back room off of the main floor. "How may I be of service?" Toby's jittery fingers fumbled with the clasps on his bag. "Sorry," he said nervously, "hands are a bit cold." "Completely understandable," the clerk replied. He stood, waiting patiently for Toby to open the bag. Just under a minute later, Toby pulled out his laptop. "Having issues?" The man asked jovially. "Yeah, it won't work." "Won't it turn on or was there another problem?" The clerk turned the small netbook toward himself and lifted the screen. It looked very old, almost a decade from what he could tell. "I don't know," Toby mumbled, as he struggled against his inner flight response. "You don't know?" The man asked gravely. He had dealt with tweakers before, hoping to get their stolen electronics fixed before selling them for drugs. This man acted like an addict, but there was something missing from the equation. He pressed the power button and the device didn't turn on. "Have you tried charging it?" "Is there a Will Parker here?" Toby blurted, hoping to be done with everything. The man looked confused. "No. Never heard of him." He closed the laptop and pushed it back towards Toby. "Do you have identification?" "What? Why?" Toby asked excitedly, almost demanding. "I need to set up an account for you, Sir, and in order to do that, I need some identification, such as a driver's license." He was shocked when Toby pulled his ID out and handed it over. Most junkies would've refused to ID themselves. If this guy is new or he's an idiot, the clerk thought, as he began writing down Toby's information. "Are you sure there isn't a Will Parker here? He's the owner." "I'm quite sure," the clerk said, handing back Toby's ID. "I've worked here for about eight years and have been the manager for five, and our owner's name is Tony." "Oh," Toby said, relaxing a little. "My guess is that the battery is either dead or old, but I can't know for sure until I get a good look at it." "Don't worry about it," Toby said, stuffing the laptop back in his bag. "Okay?" The clerk said, a little taken aback but relieved. Toby bolted from the shop and practically ran back to his car. Rollo had watched the entire interaction with gritted teeth. Toby couldn't have been more obvious. Rollo was pissed at his bitch but more pissed at himself for trusting the freak. "No wonder he got caught," Rollo spat as Toby rushed back to the car. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Rollo demanded as soon as Toby got into the car. "I panicked," the boy explained. "Why would you fucking panic? You had the simplest job in the fucking world!" "I don't know. Something's not right about this." "Did you at least ask about Parker?" "He said he'd never heard of anyone named Will Parker." Toby was nearly hyperventilating. "And you believed him?" Rollo asked, clearly sounding skeptical. "I guess." Toby's hand's shook so bad he could barely hold his keys as he tried starting the car. "What do you mean, 'I guess'? You either believe him or you don't, motherfucker!" Rollo snatched the keys and threw them out the window. He then grabbed the boy by the throat and squeezed, turning Toby's face a bright red. "Did you believe him?" He bared his teeth in anger, making it clear that Toby's life was worth less than the answer he was seeking. "I believe him," Toby managed to croak out with what little breath he had. Tears fell from his eyes as his face grew a darker red. Rollo contemplated killing the punk. Toby was clearly more of a liability than an asset at that point; however, Rollo didn't have the time to deal with a body, especially at a strip mall. He released Toby's throat and moved his hand behind the boy's neck. Rollo pulled Toby into a gentle, tender kiss, which sent chills up the boy's spine. "See," Rollo cooed, "it wasn't that hard, now was it?" He got out of the car, allowing Toby time to think about what had just happened, while he got the keys. The clerk sat in the office surveying the parking lot. He didn't like what he saw, as the younger guy was nearly choked out by some thug, but it definitely didn't settle well when they kissed. Not that he was homophobic, but his mother had been in a domestic violent relationship with his stepdad. As much as he wanted to intervene, he knew he couldn't. Protocol required that he observe until the right time. He zoomed in on the license plate and took down the number, and he made sure to get a clear look at the thug after the piece of shit got the keys. His anger boiled as the pair drove away towards downtown. "Hey, it's me," the clerk said on the phone. "Someone came in looking for Mr. Parker. I sent you the details. No, I told them the story you came up with. I'm sure he believed me, but the guy he's with looks dangerous. Yeah, I ran a background check on the one guy. Yeah, I can do that. Alright." After hanging up, he called the Washington Police Department. ***Coming Soon, Chapter 11***