Date: Sat, 11 Jun 2022 08:52:32 -0500 From: Jake Stone Subject: Hollywood East, Chapter 12 Please check out all my other stories under the Authors section! Let me know which ones you like best! Thank you for the continued support. Please support Nifty!! Donate:: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html studbluecollar@gmail.com. All my stories are pure fiction from my twisted mind. I use real places but with made up people. The situations are fantasies. Hollywood East, taking place in Hollywood and Miami, Florida Where we left them:: "Before I answer I should confess. I slept with your son." Rory said, scared of Cory's reaction. Cory chuckled and said, "Yeah, he told me, he said he loved your cock. I agree. Anything else you need to get off your chest?" "Fuck, is this for real? Please don't ever fire me. I want to stay here forever, sir." Rory said. "Then forever it shall be. How soon can you get that thing ready to fuck me? Then, after, we should shower and join the others. I'm tired of being in this bedroom. Time to join the living again." Cory said. "If you're sure you're up for it, sir. I'd like to eat that muscle ass before I fucked it." Rory said, sort of cocky. Cory smiled and said, "Get at it, brother." Hollywood East, Chapter Twelve:: George Doyle was sitting in solitary confinement. The guard he paid off snitched. Spilled everything. But George, in his sick mind, thought he could somehow still do away with his off-spring and get what was his. He would still find a way. All Cory was to him was something he used to fuck. Before he knocked off his wife Cory was starting to get too old. He was looking for something else by then. Maybe a foster kid or two. The wife would have agreed to anything. Too bad he had to cut her up. He would be in solitary for thirty days and then there was talk of transferring him to a higher security prison. He would see about that. He was under the delusion that he had some pull somewhere. He was a Doyle afterall. But that delusion was far from the truth. That guard was the last one that fell for Doyle delusions of grandeur. Everyone, prisoners and guards alike, were able to watch the news at one point or another. They learned that even if he somehow got out of prison the Doyle fortune was off limits to him even if his son died. It was all ironclad. Lawyer after lawyer was interviewed. They all said the same thing. George Doyle would never see another dime of the Doyle fortune. This would make George Doyle unsafe at his current prison. He lorded over the rest of the cell block like king of the hill. Capturing everyone's imagination of his fortune and what he could do for them on the outside. But that was all old news now. Many lifers thought that a good shank was in order. But, since he was in solitary, there was no getting to him. Meanwhile, back at the penthouse, Anton was coming in the front door, at about 4 PM, with some heavy stuff on his mind. He went off to find Cory. He walked into the primary first and the room had been refreshed. No one was in there. He decided to strip off while he was in there and put on some board shorts. He was sure the others were wearing a lot less but he would feel better for now. Maybe after a few beers... He went through the kitchen to grab a beer and saw some activity outside the doors to the terrace. As he went through the doors he saw Cory, Scott and Rory at one of the patio tables in the shade. Obviously catering to Rory's aversion to the sun. Mateo and Josh were nowhere to be seen. Probably their late afternoon nap, or fuck. He was never sure which. It had been three weeks since the bombing. George Doyle was going to be charged along with the guard and the other two on the outside that were arrested. Low lifes that believed anything Doyle told them. Anton was almost about to give in and let the family move back to the compound. But not just yet. He walked out to the terrace and, as he always did, Cory looked up at him like it was the first time. He did the same. They both still had a way of looking at each other like there was no one else in the room, or terrace, in this case. Anton went straight to him first and kissed him hello. Then to Scott, and then Rory. His other men. This month they sure went through some changes. But he felt they were richer for it. Scott and Rory were a good match and yet they were still entangled with Cory and Anton. All four wouldn't have it any other way. But it wasn't always the four of them. They paired off more times than not. But not always with their significant other. Anton still liked to fuck Scott alone whenever they had a chance. And Cory and Rory were two peas in a pod it seemed. Same traits and personality. And close to the same age. Anton still really hadn't been alone with Rory yet. But it was all working out, that's all Anton cared about. Anton sat down and chatted with his guys for a while before he blurted out the news. Josh, at some point, had brought out some appetizers and more beers and then disappeared again. But not before saying that dinner would be ready at six. Mateo would make an appearance at dinner. He was either playing video games or sleeping. Just before dinner Anton said, "So, um, I have a bit of news." "Oh crap." Scott said. Wondering if this was going to ruin the good evening they had going. "No, no, not horrible. I guess. But, Ben submitted his resignation today. In private I asked him if it had to do with Rory." Anton said while glancing over at the red headed hunk. The other two were just watching Anton for the punchline. Then he continued, "He said no, it had to do with Louis. He confessed he was pretty broken up about it. I guess Louis and Ben had a relationship that ended about a year ago. I never knew anything about it. They were pretty much under the radar." "That's Ben. He likes everything to be kept under the radar. Behind closed doors with shades drawn" Rory interjected with a bit of a sneer. Feeling sort of rejected because of how Ben wanted to hide everything and keep a tight lid on it. "But, yeah, I knew about it. They were hot and heavy for about a year or so before me. But Louis was much more obedient about keeping it all hush hush." Everyone knew how different Rory and Ben had been for each other. Scott, weeks ago, gave up feeling guilty about taking Rory away from Ben. They would never have lasted. "Well, ok, in any case, it seems that he still had a thing for the big guy. And it affected him. So he's retiring early. You know in this job we don't take two weeks. Once you resign you clear out your desk and or locker and leave. So, that's it then, Ben is gone." Anton said with a bit of a sigh. Cory reached over and grabbed his lover's arm and held onto it tight. Anton put his other hand over Cory's. It wasn't that Cory was broken up about Ben leaving. Ben was always a bit off as far as Cory was concerned. But Anton had a professional relationship with Ben and he was sure Anton would miss him. Rory was for sure not going to shed any tears. Ben was a take it or leave it kind of guy. Very black and white when it came to relationships or rules. Rory still wondered how much he had really fallen for the guy. Or was it just a relationship out of convenience. All Rory knew was that he was happy now. He still had a fantastic job and he had an in with the boss and his family. Well, his own family now. Josh soon served dinner as Mateo surfaced and joined them. After dinner it was a quiet night. Some TV and then bed. The couples separated that night. Anton and Cory in the primary and Scott and Rory next door. Mateo and Josh in Josh's room. Everyone seemed relaxed in their new roles. It seemed like peace had at last blessed them. Several days later a new guard had been hired at the prison. The same prison George Doyle was at. His name was Rex Peters. Not his real name but his documents had been forged professionally. He even had a resume with prior experience and references that could be called. He paid a lot of money for it all. And it was perfect. Even the background checks were somehow fake. The job was secure. Rex took his time. Learned the ropes and fell into the culture of the prison guard. He found that half the guards were on the take. But it was usually not for anything really criminal. More like extending privileges for a blow job or a good fuck. A muscular black guard, by the name of Herb, took Rex under his wing. He also fucked Rex in the bowels of the prison when they were on break. Herb had Rex's number from the time he met him and loved having his cock buried in some good white ass. Rex went along with it from the beginning because Herb had seniority, and therefore, connections. Not that he didn't like the large black cock up his ass now and then. But that wasn't what he was here for. During the few weeks Rex had been employed there George Doyle had gotten into trouble with another guard and his solitary was extended another thirty days until he was moved to another prison. Rex didn't know what had happened but it sounded more like politics than something George actually did. One day Herb confessed to Rex, during one of their breaks where they had just fucked, that the guards had actually all been fucking Doyle. One guard would stand outside his cell while the other took his ass. Wanting to know if Rex wanted a turn. "Afterall," Herb said, "How often do you get to fuck someone semi-famous?" It was the invitation Rex had been waiting for. Or, at least, something like it. A few days later Herb took Rex down to solitary. He had arranged for it just to be the two of them. Let the other guard take a break. They all knew what was happening. Herb opened the cell door and Doyle looked up. He sneered at them and said, "Here for another piece of ass? I've already been fucked twice. Can't you assholes give me a break?" "Fuck you Doyle. We'll do as we please. Got a new one for you anyway princess. He's going to take good care of your pussy for you." Herb said. Doyle looked over at Rex and considered the man. He was muscular in all the right places. About 40ish. Not bad looking. Then he said, "Fine, what choice do I have? Let's get it over with." George got up and dropped his shorts and leaned over the sink pushing out his ass and bending down. "There's a couple loads up there still so it shouldn't be any trouble." George said. Rex thought he almost liked giving up his ass at this point. Rex and Herb gave each other a grin and then Rex made the motion to unbuckle his belt. The only rule was that the fucker needed to remove his gun belt and give it to the guard watching the door. As Rex removed his belt he proceeded to hand it over to Herb. But he kept his other hand on his gun. As Herb grabbed the belt Rex was able to slip the gun out of its holster. Herb didn't notice at first. Not until the gun was shoved into George Doyle's rectum. And then it went off. George Doyle's insides were obliterated. Rex had been sure to load his gun with special bullets. Illegal bullets. They did their job. Herb was in total shock of what happened. But not so much that he wasn't able to do his job. He handcuffed Rex and called up to the office. Soon there was a swarm of guards down in solitary. Rex was booked. During the process it was found out that Rex was not his name. It was Ben. The same Ben that worked for Doyle Industries. So many scandalous headlines followed. But it was concluded that Ben was a lone wolf after resigning his post at Doyle Industries. Distraught about his friend being killed during the explosion that injured Cory Matthews. Nothing was connected back to Cory. But the investigation at the prison was another matter. Ben told them how he had gained access. How all the guards were raping Doyle. That scandal lasted for months. The warden resigned. Guards were replaced and a total restructure was in place. Once the circus died down it was Fall. Well, Fall in Florida is basically just another month. But Mateo would be entering a private school. And Anton finally agreed to let everyone move back to the compound. Now that Doyle is gone. Cory also had been working in secret with Roberto. So far they have only succeeded in getting the walls around the compound extended to the parcels of land on either side of the compound. It was now quite large at three parcels. Plans were to build two more 'guest' houses on those parcels. It was all in the works. With six more parcels of land surrounding the compound it would be more than private for years to come. A week after arriving back at the compound, Cory and Anton went for a walk, wanting to see the progress of the work. They wore shorts and a tee shirt as they would be walking through some brush. They had walked for a long time, sometime in the untamed parts of the property. Anton seemed nervous. Out of sorts. It worried Cory but he knew Anton would let him know soon enough. They found a clearing by the northeast newer part of the wall. It was actually a good walk from the main house. While Cory inspected the new wall Anton had removed his shorts and shirt and gotten down on one knee naked. Cory turned around and saw his insanely attractive man kneeling before him. "Anton?" "Cory. I have never seen myself deserving of such a man. Such a perfect man. But, I will take a chance and see if you could...," then he looked up into Cory's eyes, "If you could give me the honor of marrying me." First Cory's eyes went wide. Anton? Anton wants this much commitment? He was overwhelmed. But he stayed silent. Anton worried for a moment that he had overstepped. Cory then removed his two pieces of clothing. He kneeled before Anton and put his hands on Anton's shoulders. All Anton could think was this was either the nicest rejection in the world, or, he didn't know what. Cory looked into Anton's eyes for a moment with the slightest smile on his lips. And then he asked deadpanned, "Where's the diamond? Shouldn't there be a diamond?", then he started to chuckle. "Of course I'll fucking marry you. I'll shout it from the rooftops. I love you, you idiot!" Anton was taken back for just a moment and then started to laugh, himself. They hugged tightly and then started to make out. As their passion grew Cory said, "Since you don't have a diamond you better cum up my ass to seal the deal." "Out here. Like common animals?" Anton asked amused with his eyebrow raised. "The more common the better," Cory said. As they made love their new chapter was to begin. Here in their Miami Compound. THE END. Should there be a Book Two? 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