Too Much TV 4

Too Much TV - Part 4 (by Richard Pickman)

“Man, I don’t even know when my ass is going to recover,” said Bobby Cruz.

“It’s not every day you get super fucked, dude,” said Russ Granger.

The two, on bicycle patrol, were referring to the Halloween party their master Jeff had thrown days ago. He and his select Pacific Blue police minions dressed up as villains, pretending that they had mind controlled a host of heroes into having sex with them, and each other. The heroes were from Lux, an auto repair shop whose hot male mechanics also served as gigolos to wealthy ladies. The whole shop had been enslaved over a month ago. Cruz had been on the receiving end of the one dressed like Superman.

“It’s not often I get fucked, period. The only times were with Jeff and T.C.”

“Ain’t that the truth. No, no, I’m not complaining. You know how much I love you inside of me, baby. But I’ve only ever fucked women. I didn’t realize until the party how amazing it is to top a guy. I can see why you like it so much.”

“It’ll never be better than with you. But I have been kind of selfish. You should fuck me once in a while.”

“Really? I’m holding you to that. I’d say tonight, but we’ve got to work pretty late.” They were undercover investigating possible drug smuggling going on at Amazon, a popular Jamaican-themed local club. Jamie Strickland, a female co-worker, was there as waitress/bartender gathering information as well.

“Yeah. How about tomorrow night? We’re both free,” said Cruz.

“Speak for yourself. I’m not free, and I’m sure not cheap.”

“Don’t I know it. Kidding, just kidding. Tomorrow night it is.”

“We’re running low on condoms and lube. I’ll get some on the way home tomorrow. Poppers too.”

“Russ, are you out of your mind? You know Jeff doesn’t want us to.” Cruz stopped as he saw the smirk on Granger’s face.

“Gotcha.” Jeff did not want them using substances that might cause harm to their health. Poppers were high on that list. Besides, with what Jeff could do with his programming, there was no need of chemical enhancements.

Cruz laughed. “You did. You’re such a goofball. It’s one of the many things I love about you.” The two fist-bumped, since they were out in public and their relationship was a secret.

“How’s Teresa?” asked Granger. “I saw you were having a serious conversation with her last night.”

“She’s fine. Better than fine. I used to worry about her so much. It’s so great that’s not a problem anymore.” Cruz’s parents had been killed by a drunk driver years ago. This left him to raise his younger sister, Teresa. Being a police officer led him to be overprotective, which made her more rebellious when she got into high school.

However, Jeff had him convert his sister so she would have no problems with the relationship he had created between Cruz and Granger. Adding some responsibility into the programming as well, the seventeen-year-old was getting better grades and staying out of trouble.

“She was telling me that this older guy wanted to date her. She turned him down, of course. The guy’s been persistent, even though he hasn’t crossed any lines. She was letting me know, that’s all.”

“When you say older, what are we talking?”

“Twenty-four.”

“You know I’m twenty-three, right?”

“Yeah. And remember what a horndog you used to be?”

“Used to be?”

“You know what I mean. A different woman every week.”

“Every week? More like every night.”

“More like every other night. Still, you wouldn’t have slept with a girl Teresa’s age. Guys our age who want to do that are usually up to no good.”

“True, true. She told him no, but he’s not taking it well?”

“He’s not forcing himself on her or anything. But if he starts getting creepy, I’ve taught her how to handle herself.”

Their conversation was interrupted by a group of young women on rollerblades wearing very minimal bikinis skating by them. Both looked as they passed, the women giggling at the police officers. Neither were attracted to women anymore, but they had to keep up appearances. They continued watching until the bikini-clad babes were lost in the beach crowd. Turning back to each either, they winked.

“Tomorrow night.”

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That evening at Amazon, Granger was sitting with Rita, one of the waitresses he had been flirting with the last several nights. He thought he could get her to be an informant about the drug smuggling, given enough time and charm.

“How do I know you just don’t want an island girl for your collection?”

“Baby, do I look like a trophy hunter to you?”

“No, Russ, you don’t.” Rita leaned forward and started kissing Granger.

Strickland came to their table and said, “Hey, back to work and get the room, sister.”

Rita left, with Granger adding in parting, “See you later, sweetie.”

To Strickland, he said, “She can’t control herself. The Granger factor is in full effect. Ironic, what with not being interested in women anymore.”

“As long as it works on Bobby, that’s all that matters, right?”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself, Jaime. So, what’s up?”

“Look, I’m getting groped to death by thirsty customers, and they don’t just want beer and tequila. Can we move things along a bit?”

“I wouldn’t mind getting groped by some of these guys, but I hear you.”

Granger left to look for Cruz. He found his partner watching the club owner, Dominic Bolivar, and a couple who were talking to him.

“Hey, those our pigeons?” asked Granger.

“Maybe. But they don’t look like they’re carrying.” The three headed toward an exit towards the back. “You stay here. I’ll see where they go.”

Halfway across the floor, he bumped into another man. Before he could say anything, the man turned around.

It was Emanuel Mendoza.

How could he be out? Cruz thought. He was detestable, a serial rapist of young girls. Cruz had put him away a while ago and he should be serving a very long sentence. There was no way he could be out on parole.

“Did you miss me?” he asked. “I missed you.”

Someone bumped into Bobby, distracting him. When he turned back, Mendoza was gone. He went to the back to see if he had gone out that way.

There he was again, this time with a gun pointed at him. Cruz ducked around a corner, got his gun out and cautiously looked where he had seen Mendoza.

He was gone again.

Cruz continued looking, but could find no sign of him. He returned to the main floor of the club, telling Granger what he had seen.

“Are you sure?” Granger asked, putting a hand on Cruz’s shoulder.

“I’m sure. I’ll never forget his face.”

“I don’t want anything happening to you, honey. Call T.C., he can help. You sure you’re OK?”

“Knowing I’ve got you worrying about me and watching my back, that makes me feel a whole lot better.”

Cruz called his superior, T.C. Callaway, and told him what happened. After hanging up, he turned to Jeff and Tony Palermo, who were both in his bed. All were completely naked. “Bobby says he ran into a guy he put away for a very long time at the club we’re investigating for drug smuggling. Before you changed us,” he said, addressing Jeff, “I’d have thought he was seeing things and would have doubted him. But now if he says he saw something; I completely believe him.”

“You should,” said Jeff, “He wouldn’t lie and he wouldn’t be hallucinating. This needs to be dealt with. I am not going to have anything bad happen to one of my favorites. What’s going on tomorrow at work?”

“We’re tracking Amazon’s owner, Dominic Bolivar, and a possible drug exchange. It’ll be me, Bobby, Cory and Monica.” The latter two were female officers on the team.

“What’s Russ doing?”

“He’s working Rita, a possible informant on this case.”

“OK. I don’t want Bobby alone. While he’s on duty, have someone else with him, not let him out of their sight. Russ preferably. I don’t think either of them will object strenuously to that,” Jeff said, chuckling. “As for Rita, have him continue with her as best he can. But Bobby is higher priority.”

“Of course,” said Callaway.

“As for this Mendoza, do you know what prison he’s supposedly in?”

“Probably Chino,” the colloquial term for the California Institution for Men, located in the city of Chino. “I know the warden there.”

“That’s only about an hour away, right?”

“Yes.”

“Can you set up a visit for tomorrow?”

“I may have to pull a couple of strings, but sure.”

“Good. This is what we’re going to do. This operation you have set for tomorrow, have Russ replace Bobby. Tony,” Jeff said, turning to the older man next to him, “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you. I want you and Bobby to go to Chino and find out what’s really going on.”

“We’re there, whatever you need,” said Palermo.

“By the way, T’s told me how you used to run the unit as very low profile. When you take over at the end of the month, get back to that. You know I love you,” Jeff said to Callaway, “but a policeman’s job is risky enough without giving danger an added invitation. It’s kind of outside the stuff that your department should be doing anyway.”

“He’s got a point, T.C.,” said Palermo. “I know you wanted to do more with the unit, but you don’t have to try cleaning up all the crime in Santa Monica by yourself. And now you won’t.” Looking at Jeff, he said, “I understand where you’re coming from. If low profile is what you want, then low profile is what we’ll do. Count on it.”

“Beautiful. Now that’s taken care of, T, let’s get back to what we were doing before we were interrupted.”

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When Cruz and Granger got home, they kissed and cuddled, putting the events of the night out of their minds. They ended up spooning, Cruz hugging Granger tightly as they fell asleep.

When the phone rang hours later, Granger picked it up since he was closest.

“Hello? Hello? If this is an obscene phone call, it’s not going very well.”

“What? Who is this?”

“If you don’t know that, I think you’ve got a wrong number. Who is this?”

“Fuck.” The phone went dead.

“Who was that?” Cruz said sleepily.

“No idea.” Granger used the callback function. He heard a phone ringing outside. Looking out the window, he saw it was the payphone at the curb.

“Whoever it was, they were calling from the payphone.”

“Mendoza. It had to be Mendoza. He is stalking me.”

“Well, he wasn’t expecting me to answer, so that probably threw him off. He has no idea what he’s really dealing with. Nothing’s gonna happen to you, baby. I’ll make sure of it.”

Granger got back in bed, but this time behind Cruz. “That’s right, baby. I’m taking care of you,” Granger said, his arms enfolding his partner. “Now and forever.”

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The next day, the stakeout went without a hitch. Both Bolivar and the drug smuggler were caught in the act, with the drugs in their possession. Hours after their arrest, the smuggler had made a confession and Bolivar was attempting to make a deal.

Palermo and Cruz got to Chino just after lunch. They were taken to a meeting area where they talked to Mendoza.

Or at least, the man who claimed to be Mendoza.

“Was it him?” Palermo asked.

“No,” Cruz replied.

“That’s what I was afraid of.”

“Me too. I knew I wasn’t wrong, but I was still hoping. Now we know Mendoza is really stalking me.”

“But he doesn’t know that you’ve got more on your side than he could imagine.”

When they returned to Santa Monica, T.C. showed them two pictures he had received while they were gone. One was of Mendoza when he was first arrested, the other of the man currently in jail. They were very similar.

“Pretty close, wouldn’t you say?” said Callaway.

“They could be brothers,” said Cruz.

“Probably are related. The false one´s a stand-in.”

“A what?”

“Someone who gets paid to do someone else’s jail time. I’ve seen it before. Likely they were in the same gang.”

“How does that work?

“I’ve seen it too,” said Palermo. “The right records just need to get switched. Unfortunately, that means as far as the prison and the courts are concerned, Mendoza´s locked up, which makes things worse.”

“How?” asked Cruz. “He’s stalking me. How does this make it worse?”

“Well,” said Callaway, “Since technically he’s in prison, he can commit any crime, even murder, without prosecution. As alibis go, you can’t beat it. Got to love the legal system. Or in this case, not.”

“Does that work both ways? Since he’s legally in jail, if I kill him before he kills me, I can’t be convicted either, right?”

“Maybe. But since you’re a cop and not a criminal, it might have other ramifications. I’m sure Jessup would love you doing something like that.” Lt. Susan Jessup was in Internal Affairs and had it out for their department for some time. “Tell you what. Don’t do anything rash until we talk to Him.” They did not use Jeff’s name at work, for caution’s sake.

“Speaking of Him, His birthday is tomorrow, isn’t it?” asked Cruz.

“It is.”

“Me and Russ want to get him something special, but we can’t figure on what. You have any suggestions?”

“Funny you should mention that. He thought you might want to get him a present. If you asked, He told me to tell you, and I quote, ‘T, if they want to get me something for my birthday, just a card will be fine. What they did to make that Halloween party happen is the best present in the world. I love you, ya big lugs.’ Me too, by the way. That party made him so happy.”

“Hey, we had some fun there too, you know.”

“I know. We all did. Oh, I almost forgot. He doesn’t want you to be alone until this all gets dealt with. So, until things change, while you’re on duty you’ll always have someone with you. As much as possible that’ll be Russ. Got a problem with that?”

“Spending more time with Russ? I don’t feel like I spend enough time with him.”

“Then this should help that. Now get into uniform, go find Russ and go out on patrol. But take off a couple hours early and go home. Put this all out of your mind for a while.”

“We had plans for tonight anyway, so this works out perfect. This means we can start early.” Cruz started to leave, but stopped and turned back.

“One more thing. Could I take that picture of Mendoza with me? I’m worried about Teresa. High school girls are his preferred target. I just want her to be on the lookout.”

“Here, take it. If you need any help with her, call me, anytime. We’re all here for you.”

“Thanks, Lieutenant, you’re the best.

“Go, go.”

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“Teresa, there’s a very dangerous criminal who’s stalking me. I put him in jail, but somehow, he got out. I’m afraid for you, since he’s a rapist who likes high school girls. I have a picture of him to show you. If you see him, keep away and call me or Russ right away. OK?”

“Sure, Bobby, whatever you say.”

As soon as she saw the picture, she exclaimed, “That’s him! That’s Tony, the older guy I said wanted to date me.”

“Oh, god,” Cruz hugged his sister. “I’m so glad you didn’t.”

“But that’s the thing, he keeps asking. Now I know why. I’m scared.”

“No, no, don’t be. Now you know. Stay in public, don’t be alone with him.” Stepping back, Cruz said, “I’ve got to tell T.C. so we can figure out what to do. Go to your room for now. I’ll be in once I finish.”

“I love you, Bobby.”

“I love you too, Teresa.”

After telling Callaway what he had just learned, he went to his sister. “You were going to go out with friends tonight, right?”

“Yes.”

“You can still do that. Just make sure you stay safe. You know what to do.”

“Normal curfew?”

“You can stay out later. Be home by midnight. Russ and I are staying in so we can, umm.”

“Bobby, I’m seventeen. You don’t have to act like I don’t know what the two of you do.”

“OK, I know. It’s just weird to talk about with my little sister.”

“When will you get it through your head that I’m happy for you guys. I hope someday a boy will look at me the way you guys look at each other.”

“Thanks, sis. I know you knew, but it’s so great to hear you say it. He does make me happy, more than anyone I’ve ever been with. I thank Jeff in my heart every day for bringing us together. And you’ll find that special someone too, I know it. Now go and have fun with your friends. Love you.”

“Love you more.”

Granger looked out their window. When Teresa’s friends had picked her up, he grabbed Cruz’s hand and said, “Good, she’s gone. Now I can show you what a real fucking is like.”

In the bedroom, they quickly shed their clothes. “On your knees and suck it. Get it good and wet. It’s the only lube I’m going to use to plough your ass.”

“Sir, yes sir! I kind of like this take charge side of you.” Cruz carried out Granger’s orders, drooling, as he deepthroated his partner.

“That’s it. Oh man, that feels good.”

When Granger felt ready, he said, “That’s enough. Get on the bed on your hands and knees. Baby, I’m gonna fuck you like there’s no tomorrow.”

“Do it, do it. I need it, fuck me, fuck me now.”

“OK, since you asked so nicely.” Granger plunged into Cruz’s ass, not stopping until he reached bottom.

“Damn, take it easy. I told you I hardly get fucked.”

“Sorry, babe, your mouth says slow, but your ass says go, go, go. I’ll stay like this for a little, though. Man, you’re tight. Feels so good.”

When Granger thought Cruz had adjusted, he slowly pulled back and then pushed in. Out and in, out and in. “That better?”

“Yeah, just keep doing it that way. Uuuuuhh.”

“Happy to. I want this to last a good long time.”

Eventually, Granger wanted to see his partner’s face. “Turn over on your back. I think we actually need more lube.” Granger reached over to the dresser and got out a tube, squeezing the contents liberally on his cock. “That’s it.” Granger pushed in more easily

Cruz’s head arched back. “Man, fuck me, fuck me.”

Granger happily complied. A stream of Spanish invective flowed from Cruz for a while, until speaking stopped and he only made inarticulate sounds.

Granger wanted to fuck Cruz from every angle possible. When he thought he was going to shoot, he changed positions. However, there was a point where he could not restrain himself any longer. “Oh baby, I’m gonna fill your ass. Cum with me all over your chest.”

“Yes, will, cum.”

“Close, close, gonna, gonna, cumming! Aaaaahhh!”

“Uuuuuhh!”

Granger emptied into Cruz, while Cruz’s chest was splattered as he shot off again and again.

Collapsing onto his partner’s chest, Granger said, “God, that was, that was, fantastic. That may have been the best fuck of my life.”

Cruz did not respond. His eyes were closed.

“Bobby. Hey Bobby.”

Cruz’s eyelids fluttered and opened. “Whaa, uhh, huh?”

“Bobby, are you OK?”

“Yeah, I think, I think so. I don’t know what happened. I think I blacked out. How long was I out?”

“Just like a minute. Oh. I think I know what happened. Sorry.”

“What?”

“It happened a few times before, when I was still straight. Some women, if I fucked them right, had orgasms so intense that they’d lose consciousness. Basically, I fucked them into a coma. Temporarily, I mean. I never thought that I could do it with a guy. Are you sure you’re OK?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. More than fine. Wow. That was the best fuck of my life. Although I don’t have much for comparison, at least with guys.”

“Jeff can fix that. A night with all the mechanics of Lux would offer a good sampling.”

“I love our relationship. We can fuck and get fucked by as many guys as we like. No jealousy, because I really love only you and you love only me.”

“True love. Thank Jeff for giving it to us. Let’s go get cleaned up. Maybe see what we can get up to in the shower. You first. Can you stand?”

“Yeah. I’m a little wobbly. It’s OK, I’m good.”

“Good. I want to watch that backfield of yours in motion.”

“Here it is, man. Come and get it, or get it and cum. Your choice.”

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Meanwhile, Callaway caught up Jeff and Tony with the latest information, “Now what are we going to do?”

“Let’s spitball here,” said Jeff. “We don’t know where he is, but we know what he wants. Bobby, probably to kill him. We know he likes high school girls. We know he’s been trying to get close to Teresa, probably trying to get Bobby in a vulnerable position. How can we use this? No idea’s off the table.”

“I hate to say it,” said Palermo, “but Teresa may be our best option.

“How so?”

“She can pretend to change her mind and say she wants to date him. She can lure him somewhere that we can deal with him. Their apartment. We can have officers in other rooms.”

“The problem with that,” said Callaway, “is that we know he’s armed. How do we stop things from turning into a bloodbath?”

“Drinks,” said Palermo. “She can invite him to the apartment. They can have drinks and she could slip him a mickey. He wouldn’t expect a young girl to have that much presence of mind. If you tell her to be calm and not scared, she would be, right?”

“Yes. That does sound like it would work. Other ideas?”

“There’s old fashioned investigation,” said Callaway, “but we don’t know how long that would take to find him. Bringing him to us seems to be our best option, before he can harm Bobby or Teresa.”

“You are the experts in the field,” said Jeff, “so I defer to your knowledge. Now for the even more important question. What to do with him once we have him? Converting is possible, like I did with the owners of Lux. But that would take time. Frankly, I wouldn’t object at all to killing him. No one threatens my boys, especially a loathsome scum like that. It’s what he deserves. But if we do that, how do we kill him and dispose of the body so it’s not traced back to us?”

“If he’s unconscious, there’s a bunch of options,” said Palermo. “Shoot him. We’d have to make sure the gun was untraceable. Beat or stab him, but that could be messy. Shooting too, for that matter. Any method that causes blood loss means the location of the murder could be determined.”

“How about less bloody methods?” said Callaway. “Poison. Something that metabolizes in the body quickly. Asphyxiation. If he’s knocked out, that could work very well. Drowning has the same benefits.”

“The ocean,” said Jeff. “If we took him out far enough and weighted him down, he’d drown and the body would be disposed of at the same time.”

“If some bloody fish scraps were dumped with him,” mused Palermo, “that would attract sharks which would further destroy any evidence. Things you learn when you run boat tours in the Keys. Also, it’d be good to get rid of him in international waters. Jurisdictional confusion would only be to our benefit.”

“This is sounding better and better. I believe Mister Armstrong has a vessel that would suit our purposes.” Armstrong was the owner of Lux, and had been enslaved with the mechanics. He ran the business, but gave most of his profits to Jeff for his nearly completed Modifier construction factory.

“Enough talk of death tonight. We’ll sleep on what we’ve discussed. We’ll finalize things as soon as everything’s decided and arranged. Come and join me, boys.”

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Five minutes to midnight, Teresa returned home. She opened the front door a little and said, “Is it OK to come in?”

Cruz and Granger’s voices through their closed bedroom door said, “Yes.”

Entering and locking the door behind her, she said, “I want to come in and say goodnight to you guys. Are you decent?”

After some muffled sounds, Cruz said, “Yes.”

“No,” said Granger.

“What do you mean, no?”

“She asked if we were decent. We’re nowhere near decent. We, my friend, are fantastic. Me in particular, but you weren’t so bad yourself.”

“What she meant, you dummy, was…”

“Was whether or not we were nekkid.” There was additional whispering, which she could not make out. If she had been closer, she would have heard Granger say to Cruz, “Bend your knees. You need to make a tent over your crotch, or she’s going to see the tent that ever so gorgeous cock of yours is making.”

“Alright, alright,” responded Cruz.

Louder so Teresa could hear, Granger said, “You can come in, it’s safe. All our naughty parts are covered up.”

Teresa entered their bedroom and saw the two were in bed, blankets pulled up well past their waists.

“How did it go tonight, sis?”

“Great. I didn’t see that guy, so that made it even better. How about you two?” Teresa knew how embarrassing this was to her brother, which was why she asked.

Granger, who knew what she was up to, played along. “Like I said before, fantastic. I’ve been around, a lot, as your brother never hesitates to remind me. But he is, well, like I said. In fact, he’s got tricks I never even thought of. There’s this thing he did in the shower with his…”

“Russ, shut up, this is my sister.”

Granger’s head hung down; a hangdog look on his face. Raising his head, he looked at Teresa and winked. The two then burst out laughing.

“Ganging up on me,” Cruz said. “I see how it is. Lucky for you I love you guys so much. Go get ready for bed. I’ll come in a bit to tuck you in.”

“Bobby!”

“I’m invoking older brother prerogative, because of that little stunt you just pulled.”

“OK. I love you anyway.” She had secretly hoped he would do that. It always made her feel safe whenever her brother tucked her into bed. With a psychopath after both of them, she needed that feeling of safety more than ever.

“Love you anyway, too.” Cruz turned to Granger. “And you, mister, what am I going to do with you?”

“Since you’re asking, I have at least eight suggestions off the top of my head. Give me a little time and I’m sure I can think of more.”

“I meant to punish you for that stunt.”

“Punish me? Well, if you’re going that route, I can add seven more to the list right off.

“There’s a word for people like you. Incorrigible.”

“I think encouragable is the word you’re looking for, but whatever. You should go and tuck little sis in. I’ll just wait here, then, and think of things you can do with me. And to me. I’m leaning in the ‘to me’ direction. By the way, love you. Your ass, too, which was fantastic. If I said that before, sorry, but some things bear repeating. And baby, that ass should be bared, repeatedly.”

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Jeff decided that the ocean plan was the best. Cruz was obviously concerned when he was told about Teresa’s part. However, Jeff assured him all possible precautions would be taken. Even though Jeff could have made him consent, he preferred not to exert extreme control unless absolutely necessary. Cruz’s eventual agreement meant he did not have to.

For someone as vicious and clever as Mendoza, he was incredibly gullible. Or more likely his ego would not let him consider a girl taking advantage of him. He did not question Teresa’s change of heart to going out, or coming to the apartment in the evening while Cruz was supposedly working late. Some iced tea, and Mendoza was out on the floor.

“You picked the wrong hombre to mess with, Manny,” Cruz said to the unconscious criminal. He was tempted to kick him, but did not want to leave any incriminating bruises. Still, he took satisfaction in knowing what was going to happen in a very short time.

Zac Chaney and Dan Rizzelli, two of the more muscular Lux mechanics, came up when Cruz called them. They loaded the criminal into a van they had waiting in an alley behind the building. Going to the marina, they brought him on Armstrong’s boat. He took them out more than thirty miles, making a forty-five degree turn when they got fifteen miles out to obscure the drop-off area.

When they reached the necessary distance, Chaney threw buckets of chum overboard and waited. They weighted the body down and made some cuts so his blood would make him a target. After ten minutes the water started churning and large fins were visible. Mendoza was carefully pushed overboard and rapidly sank.

They waited half an hour, but no body or body parts came to the surface. Their job done; the boat returned by a different route to the marina.

A week went by. Mendoza’s body did not turn up. Callaway checked for reports of missing persons. Mendoza’s name never turned up. It seemed like there was no one who missed him. Everyone relaxed, especially Cruz and his sister. Mendoza would never trouble his family, or anyone else, again.

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“Send in the first one, Miss Heathington,” said Jeff. Turning to Palermo, who was sitting next to him, he said, “Let's get this show on the road.”

When Jeff had made T.C. his so many months ago, he only intended to use him to take over his police unit and father’s company. Plans changed, though, when Granger had stumbled onto the Lux operation. After taking over the owners, he had them cautiously convert more mechanics.

One night after a particularly passionate lovemaking session, T.C. said to Jeff, “It’s a shame only guys with car repair experience can work at Lux. It’s not like that’s where most of the money comes from.”

“Go on.”

“Why not get guys who just do the escorting? They can work through Lux, but not as mechanics. Just have them live with the rest. All their free time could be spent exercising and practicing sex to, you know, improve their pleasuring skills.”

“I am liking what you’re saying. The thing is, how do we get them?”

“Well, there is this local organization that is filled with hot people of both sexes.”

“Pray tell.”

When T.C. said the name, and that they already had a working relationship with them, Jeff said, “Tempting though it is, I don’t want to take on another group like that. Let’s get the Modifier factory up and running and take over your dad’s company. Then we can focus on new major acquisitions. And that one, yes, I do want to acquire. So, what other simpler options do we have?”

Both were silent for a while.

“Wait,” said Jeff. “Wait, wait, wait. We’re in the largest concentration of attractive people in the world, the deep end of the pretty pool. Actors. And getting them will be easy. Auditions for a movie, actors eighteen to thirty wanted. There can be screening to weed out those incompletely affected by the Modifier due to vision or hearing issues. Verifying they’re of age will be important. Though if they’re over thirty and still hot, I won’t necessarily turn them away. Yes. When I think you can’t be more amazing and inspiring and lovely, you surprise me. Come here so I can show you my appreciation.”

Jeff rented office space in Burbank for the fake movie company, Argee Productions, which he named using the initials of Russ Granger. “After all,” Jeff told him, “this wouldn’t have ever happened without you.” As far as the movie itself, he chose to depict it as a sci-fi/horror movie. The behavior of athletes at a small college was changing one by one. Football players, swimmers, wrestlers, all were acting oddly. A couple of nerds were trying to find out the cause. That way a whole variety of physical types would audition.

Resumes were requested first. After going through them, appointments were set up. This took longer than Jeff had expected due to the flood of resumes received. He should not have been surprised, considering the number of struggling and out-of-work actors there were in the area.

Jeff chose to have morning and afternoon interviews first. He was supposedly the director, while Palermo was the producer. The morning ones were eight to noon, and the afternoon ones were one to six. A television was in the waiting room, letting the actors be exposed to some preliminary subliminals. Therefore, the first interviews were conducted at eight thirty and one thirty.

Suggested attire was casual, t-shirts and jeans, since the actors would supposedly be playing college students.

The first actor entered. He was tall and black, with thin dreadlocks. His short-sleeved shirt showed his upper body was extremely well muscled. His jeans were not tight, but did nothing to conceal his full meaty ass.

As he sat down, Jeff said, “And you are?”

“Keith Hamill,” the man said in a deep voice.

Jeff looked at Palermo, raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“Where are you from, Mister Hamill?”

“Cleveland, Ohio.”

“Family?”

“My parents and two sisters still live there.”

“Your resume says you’ve been in Los Angeles for eight years. You’ve done a lot of theatre, as well as some small television and movie parts. Pretty much constantly working, it looks like. Not much time to see your family.”

“They never approved of what I wanted to do. I hardly talk to them at all anymore.” He normally never shared his personal life with strangers like this, but for some reason it seemed alright.

Some reason, indeed. Some Modifier reason.

“Such a shame. Sounds like they hardly miss you.” Yes, Jeff thought, you’re perfect. Sexy as all get out, and with no one to worry about him going down the path of being a male gigolo. “In any case, I think you could fit in our production very well. Here’s some script pages. Memorize them. Talk to Miss Heathington at the front desk. She’ll set up an appointment for you to come back in a few days for an audition. I have a good feeling about you, Mister Hamill, a very good feeling.”

Jeff and Palermo shook Hamill’s hand. After he closed the door, Jeff said, “If the other guys are anything like him, then we have an embarrassment of riches. Send in the next one, please, Miss Heathington.”

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“It’s happening. It’s finally happening.”

Jeff and Callaway were standing in what had once been a warehouse on the waterfront. Thanks to the funds obtained from Lux, a quarter of it had been transformed into a factory for creating more of Jeff’s Modifiers.

Originally, he was going to wait until Callaway had brought his father’s company, Callaway Industries, under his control and use the entire warehouse space. But when Lux became his, he decided to open a smaller scale version with the money from that business. Working out bugs would be less complicated, thus allowing the full-scale operation to run more efficiently.

The Lux revenue went into preparing the rest of the space as well. The Callaway Industries money would allow the rest of the warehouse to be used for Modifier production that much sooner. He had already immunized Callaway to the Modifier so he could use them for the takeover unaffected.

Also present were a number of Pacific Blue officers sitting at desks. Each had been programmed with the information on how to perform one of the steps necessary. They would only be working part-time until Jeff could obtain more permanent workers. Homeless from neighboring counties, he thought. Some reprogramming and they would have the ideal labor force: well-fed, basic needs taken care of and eager to make whatever Jeff wanted. It was ironic that he would be using Modifiers to convert people to create more Modifiers. It’s sort of the circle of life, he thought.

There were some steps too complicated to program, which Jeff would still have to do. But the fact that he did not have to construct every part himself would enable faster creation.

“It’s time. Gentlemen and ladies, please begin.” The officers started their assigned tasks. Jeff grinned. His long-term goals had just become less so.

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“Happy birthday, big guy.”

Callaway was showering when he heard Jeff’s voice behind him.

“Your birthday slash going away party is coming up soon, but I wanted to give you my present now. The day you fell in love with me and we made love for the first time, again. The day you knew who I was to you, T. Remember?”

“Yes, master.” He had not called Jeff that for so long. He realized how much he missed saying it.

“I’d love to have your mouth filled with my cock, but,” as Callaway started to kneel, Jeff gestured for him to stand. “it's your ass I've been dreaming about for years, and it's your ass I really want to fill."

“Please, master, let me fulfill that dream.” Callaway raised his arms, putting them and his broad chest against the cool tiles. “It's just that I've never been fucked, Master.” They both smiled. Callaway had stopped counting how many times he had been fucked by Jeff and others. “And your cock . . ."

"I know. Just relax, and we'll take it slow, T. We'll start with fingers, and loosen you up a bit."

That first time, Jeff had used soap as it was what was available. This time he was better prepared, generously covered his right hand with the best lube money could buy. He gradually worked his index finger up Callaway's ass.

"Oh, Master, that feels amazing. I never know it could feel this good."

"Hey, we're just on one finger. It gets better."

"I can hardly wait!"

Jeff's middle finger soon joined the first, followed by another.

"Uuuuhh!" groaned Callaway, wriggling his ass around Jeff's fingers, "give me more!"

"I think you're ready for the grand prize, T."

Jeff removed his fingers, rubbing them along his own cock. He placed the head precisely. He'd done this so many times now, but each was as good as the first.

"Ohhh, here we goooo!" As he spoke, Jeff steadily pushed himself into Callaway

"Master, uuuuhh," moaned Callaway, moving back against Jeff.

Jeff stopped when he was in halfway, then set up a leisurely rhythm of fucking.

With each thrust, Jeff pushed a little further into Callaway. Reliving that first night was such a turn-on to both men. Callaway’s head hung loosely, his shoulders swaying, and his ass corkscrewing around and squeezing Jeff's cock. His low, guttural groans were broken by high-pitched cries whenever Jeff hit Callaway's prostate.

Sooner than before, since Callaway was now far from a virgin, Jeff's pubes were brushing Callaway's ass.

Feeling Jeff's pubes was the trigger. Callaway roared, "Fuck me, Master, fuck me hard, fuck me good," slamming his ass into Jeff's crotch at each "Fuck!"

"You've got it, T!"

Even though Jeff knew what would happen, it still startled him. Their sex was gentler and more passionate than at the beginning. This kind of raw fucking had not happened for a while. Callaway was like a mindlessly voracious sexual beast again, with his ass being the hungriest part.

"Aw, fuck! Aw, fuck," Jeff yelled, reaching around Callaway and stroking his dick rapidly, "This is it!"

Callaway took his hands off the wall and reached back until he was firmly holding Jeff's ass. "Give it to me, Master! Fill me up! Ohhh, do it, do it, do iiiiiit!"

"Oh, man, T! Aw, fuuuuuuuck!!! Uuuuuhh!!!!!"

With that, Jeff let go. Cum blasted from his cock as he furiously pounded Callaway's ass, growling like a bear. The cum boiling inside him caused Callaway's own eruption. Throwing his head back, he let out a coyote-like howl, thrusting his dick in and out of Jeff's slick hands, jets of cum spraying out all over. Jeff's orgasm was so intense that, like before, he lifted Callaway off the shower floor a couple of inches.

Finally, both men were completely drained. As Jeff's cum leaked around his cock out of Callaway's ass, they both slid to the floor, the shower washing their creamy ejaculate down the drain.

"Fuck!" said Jeff after he had recovered a bit, "That was better than last time.”

“It should have. We know each other so much more now. There was no way it couldn’t have been better.”

Yes, Jeff thought, his softening cock still in Callaway’s tight warmth, his arms around his police lover’s waist. It could not have been better.

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“I had to see it to believe it. You’re really going through with this.”

Callaway was at his going-away party at the station. It was his last day running the Santa Monica Bike Beach Patrol unit. Next week, Lieutenant Anthony Palermo, who had been in charge before, would return to command. All was going as Jeff wanted.

The speaker was Lieutenant Susan Jessup, part of the Internal Affairs department and a thorn in the side of the unit since Callaway had taken over a year ago. She had nearly gotten some of the officers jailed for procedural violations, including Cruz and Granger. She was also seriously attracted to Callaway, and had made numerous advances, all of which he rebuffed. This was even before he had met Jeff.

“Leaving the police force to work for my father? I did it just for you, Jessup. I’m sure Palermo’s by-the-book approach will make you happy.”

“That part I like. You leaving, not as much. Don’t get me wrong, Lieutenant Palermo is a strong, capable officer who I look forward to working with. But we won’t have the same kind of relationship that you and I have.” Jessup put her hand on Callaway’s bicep, gently squeezing. “Or at least that we could have, if you’d let go of Chris.”

Callaway and Chris Kelly had met when they both joined Pacific Blue. They fell in love and married, but Kelly’s career became more important and she left to follow it. The two had been separated for almost a year, but had not gotten divorced. As long as she did not come back, Jeff was satisfied. If she did return, she would get the Modifier treatment and after that it would not matter.

“I have let go. I found someone, someone who I care for, someone who I love more than I’ve loved anyone in my life.” Callaway looked behind Jessup to Jeff, who was standing nearby, and had been listening to the entire conversation with interest. He grinned, then turned back to the officers to whom he had been talking.

Jessup turned to see who Callaway was looking at. “Is she here, this love of your life? I’d love to meet the competition.”

Callaway laughed. “There’s no competition. She has more going for her than you could ever possibly hope to have. Why not find some nice guy in I.A.? Or better yet, someone who’s not even a cop?”

“I couldn’t do that. I like a man with a gun and handcuffs, and knows how to use them. Like I know you do.”

Callaway stepped back, breaking Jessup’s hold. “Not going to happen. I’m starting a new life in a new city, and I won’t be looking back.”

“You make it sound like you’re moving to Alaska. Newport Beach isn’t that far.” At Callaway’s expression, she continued, “What? It’s public information. You don’t even need to be a cop to find it out.”

“Jessup, if I see you there, I’ll report you for stalking. Let it go.”

“Whatever. I’m sure I can find more sociable company. Where’s Granger? Now there’s a guy who’d be a fun weekend in Vegas.”

As Jessup left looking for other prey, Jeff casually went over to Callaway. “What’s her story? I don’t remember you talking about her.”

“That was Lieutenant Susan Jessup. She’s from Internal Affairs, and been a pain in the ass pretty much since I took over. Bobby and Russ almost got thrown off the force and put in jail because of her. Though to be honest, they did commit some major violations, and I was thinking about kicking them out of the unit. One of the many reasons I’m glad you came into my life. You made them so much easier to handle.

“She’s always had a thing for me. I’ve heard that she calls me delicious, though she doesn’t know from personal experience. Only you know how tasty I am.”

“Not totally true, but close enough. Save the dirty talk for your party tonight. I wish you’d told me about her sooner. Anything that threatens my guys, I want to know about, OK?”

“I didn’t want to worry you, but I understand.”

“Do you think she could be a problem in the future?”

“I’m not sure. With everyone Modified and Tony in charge, the unit won’t be doing anything worthy of I.A. investigation. I even found out after Jaime got Modified that Jessup had been blackmailing her to spy on the unit. That of course stopped. As long as we make sure all new recruits are treated as well, she won’t be able to sneak anyone in to spy on us, which I wouldn’t put past her.

“As far as me, I didn’t realize she was this obsessed. I don’t want to be looking over my shoulder all the time.”

“Then I think, my dear T, that you should tell Miss Jessup that you have something to show her. Nothing tawdry, though if you lead her to think so that won’t be a bad thing. Take her to the conference room, but not for at least fifteen minutes. That will be long enough to increase the strength of the Modifier there.

“Show her a training video or surveillance video. I’ll leave a piece of paper by the television with some things to tell her when she’s tranced. Things that will make her amenable to watching more videos. How fortunate that you’re no longer susceptible.”

TC nodded. “It’ll be nice not having to worry about her. Plus, someone in I.A. who’ll look on the unit favorably can’t hurt. That could be your next target.”

“I was thinking the same thing. Control Internal Affairs and you control the whole department, wouldn’t you say?”

“Absolutely.”

The two separated and mingled.

After tweaking the Modifier, Jeff saw T.C.’s brother Teddy. “Hello, we’ve never been properly introduced. I’m Jeff, your brother’s roommate. We’ve been blissfully cohabitating since August.”

“Nice to finally meet you. I believe a very large thank you is in order for convincing him to give up all this,” Teddy said, waving his hand around.

“I just helped him take a look at his life and work out the pros and cons. The decision was completely his own. He’s all packed, too. There wasn’t much, really. I’m staying, and since he’ll be living with your dad for a while until he finds his own place, he won’t need to transport furniture. Just clothes and some personal stuff. Some of the folks here are going to help with the move this weekend, so he should be settled in with your father before he starts his new job next week.”

“That’s great. Still, I feel like my family owes you a favor. How about season tickets for the sports team of your choice?”

“No, that’s alright. I’m not a big fan of sports anyway.” Besides, Jeff thought, your family will be doing me favors you could not even dream of before you know it. Time for you to join the team, little brother. “Come to think of it, there is something you could possibly do for me. Can we go out back and talk away from everybody?”

“Sure.”

Once they were out of earshot of partygoers, Jeff said, “What you can do for me is use my title.”

“Your title? I don’t know. Wait. Of course. It’s master.”

“Good.” Unknown to him, Teddy had been subjected to the Modifier for a while. Jeff thought the party would be the perfect place to complete the conversion.

“You’re not unattractive, but frankly I think T.C. got the lion’s share of the looks of the siblings. One Callaway sibling is enough for me. That’s why I decided to leave you with your original sexual outlook. What you’ll do for me is help your brother convert your father. I want access to the company assets to help fund my research, and that’s a good place to start.

“Yes, master, whatever you wish.”

“Leave. T.C. will contact you as to ways you can assist him.”

A couple of hours later, Callaway called Jeff to tell him that everything had gone according to plan with Jessup.

That evening, Callaway met Bobby and Russ at Lux. They could hear dance music playing inside. All were wearing white buttoned long sleeve shirts, dark leather jackets, black slacks and dress shoes.

“You’re looking good, Lieutenant,” said Granger.

“I’m not your boss anymore. Hell, I’m not a cop anymore. You guys can call me T.C.”

“Well then, you’re looking mighty fine, T.C,” said Cruz.

“Back at both of you.”

The door opened from inside. Jeff was there, dressed like them. “Great timing. Come on in.”

Entering, they went down a corridor until they reached the work area. All the cars had been cleared out and several lit disco balls hung from the ceiling. Some of the mechanics were there, all in tuxedos.

“For me?” Callaway asked. “You shouldn’t have.”

“Some are for you, the leftovers the rest of us will share. For starters, you remember Chris Katzin from the Halloween party? He was our very muscular Flash. You told me afterward that you wished you had more time to play with him. Well, here you go.

“And to make it a family affair, here’s his younger brother Reece.” A lean medium height blonde with very curly hair stepped forward. “He’s a recent acquisition and will be joining the Lux staff soon. Tonight, you can start to break him in. I know they don’t look very similar, but I’m sure he’ll be as entertaining as Chris.”

“As?” said the younger Katzin. “Try more. Anything he can do; I can do better. Way better.”

“Watch it. I’ve got over a month head start on you, little bro, and I’ve been very dedicated on learning how to please men.”

“Sorry, but I think I know more in that department. Unlike you, I’ve always been gay.”

“What? I never knew.”

“That’s because I knew how you would have reacted. Now, I know you’ll be fine with it.”

“Of course I am. That’s means you’ve slept with a few guys?”

“A few? Try a lot. I don’t mean to sound conceited, but you think I’d have problems getting guys to sleep with me?”

“He’s got a point,” said Jeff. “Enough banter for the time being. Guys, do your thing.”

The two men took Callaway to a chair and made him sit down. Both started dancing, slowly removing their bowties.

“You got me sexy male strippers. You’re the best.”

Jeff bowed, and then said, “You’re welcome. Bobby, Russ, take your pick. I know what I want.” He went to one of the mechanics and pulled him away from the others. “OK, Ray, I said I’d be spending time in the very near future with you, since you impressed me so much at the party as Spiderman. I don’t like breaking promises, especially with guys as impressive as you. I want to see if you can impress me again.”

“You can count on it, master. I’m going to impress you so much your balls are going to be drained for days.”

“I think you’re exaggerating, but I’m happy to let you try. Have at it.”

The two began removing each other’s clothes. Cruz and Granger had chosen their partners, and the unpicked were dancing for Callaway as instructed.

“Happy belated birthday, T.”

“Thank you so much. I love you.”

“I love you too, darling, I love you too.

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“I’m so happy you’re here, son.”

It was Saturday night. Callaway’s move was done, so he and his father were relaxing in the living room of the rustic four-story mansion. Callaway Senior had bought it six years ago. With over four thousand square feet of space, the villa had five bedrooms, each with its own bathroom. Built in the late 1920s on the waterfront on Balboa Peninsula, it was one of the only houses from that era still extant. The place had cost over five million dollars and was worth every penny.

Callaway had only visited a couple of times, but had always been impressed by the place. Now he would be living there. Having time to really look around the area, the only down side for him was it was not right on the beach. However, a beach was on the other side of the peninsula within a five-minute walk.

If all went as intended, Jeff would join him soon. Then they could decide where to set up permanent residence. All things considered; it would be hard to find a better place to live.

“I’m happy to be here, dad.”

“Maybe it will inspire your mother to visit more often.” Callaway’s parents had separated recently. His father’s life ironically mirrored his own. That is, before Jeff came into his life. Callaway smiled. Jeff would make his father’s life better too.

“Maybe. So, I start Monday?”

“No, there’s not a hurry. We’ve got to get you work appropriate clothes. You can’t sell annuities looking like a surfer. We can do that on Monday. Then you can start training and orientation on Tuesday or Wednesday.”

“Whatever you think best, dad.” Before, his father’s subtle digs about his former lifestyle would have started an argument. Now, the comments rolled off him. He knew his father wanted the best for him. He wanted the same for his father. Once Callaway Senior’s eyes were opened to the knowledge that Jeff was the master of him and his sons, they would be the happiest family ever.

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At the station on Monday morning, Palermo called all the officers together. “Some of you know me, some of you don’t. Just know that I’m here for you. I’ve got your back. If you have any problems or issues, don’t hesitate to talk to me.

“There’s going to be a change in how things are done. We’re returning to standard police work. Patrolling the area, keeping citizens safe. Unless it’s something exceptional, there’ll be no undercover work. There are other departments that are far better equipped and trained to deal with that kind of stuff.

“I know, that’s sounds boring. But making the community a good place to live is important work. Should any of you want to do something more exciting, talk to me and I’ll be happy to get you a transfer to another department. That’s it. Let’s get to work, people.”

Palermo grinned as everyone scattered. He knew no one would ask to leave, since they had all been converted. This was for show. Once more Modifiers were built at Jeff’s factory, though, some officers would pretend they wanted transfers. This would be the next major step in expanding his dominance throughout the area.

I wonder if he’ll take over the whole state, Palermo wondered. If anyone could, it was Jeff.

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“I can’t remember the last time I dressed so fancy.”

“Your high school prom. It’s nice to see you dressing like an adult.”

Callaway chuckled at his father’s comment. He had to admit he looked good in a suit. It did not even feel as confining as he thought it would be. Jeff had told him more than once that he would look good in anything, even a potato sack. Seeing himself in a properly fitted suit was a revelation. He could not wait for Jeff to see him like this. It was amusing to think of how long it would take before Jeff wanted him out of it.

The two had gotten Callaway some stylish suits, sophisticated shoes, and other tasteful accessories. After setting things up in his closet, he went downstairs.

“Hey, dad, let’s see what’s going on in the business world.” Callaway turned on the television and tuned it to CNBC. “I’ll get us some beers and be right back.”

“Thanks, son.”

When Callaway returned, he said, “You want your beer.”

“Yes. Just put, put it on, the, the table.” Callaway had installed the modifier last night after his father went to bed. It was working true to form.

“Keep watching, dad. What you see is going to change your life. Forever.”

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During the days, Callaway learned the ropes of his father’s company, his brother Teddy often with him. At night at home, his father was reprogrammed by the Modifier. Jeff wanted the conversion to be thorough, so it was set low. There was time, no need to rush.

When the proper duration had passed, he told his brother to come over the following night without telling his father.

“Teddy, what a surprise!” His father ushered him inside. “We were just going out to dinner. Did you want to join us?”

“That’s be great, dad.”

T.C. was in the living room. “I asked Teddy to be here because I wanted to tell you something, and I thought it was important for him to be here. We can go out afterwards.”

“OK, son. Is everything alright?”

“Oh, everything’s fine. Great. Actually, as great as anything possibly could be. You remember I told you about my roommate Jeff?”

“The one who got you to quit the police force and join the company? Yes. I’ve wanted to thank him. Did you get him anything, Teddy?”

“I did, dad. Something very special.”

“And now you’ll have a chance to thank him too,” said T.C. “Jeff has a title. A very special title. I know it. Teddy knows it. You know it too. You just have to say it. What is Jeff’s title?”

A puzzled look crossed their father’s face, and then his eyes widened. “Master. It’s master, isn’t it?”

“Yes, dad, it’s master. He’s been my master and lover since before he moved in with me. Teddy learned the truth at my going-away party. Now you know. He’s the master of all of us.”

“That’s great, T.C. How did he do this?”

“He invented a device he calls a Modifier. It’s attached to a television cable or television itself. It makes people realize that Jeff is their master. He used it on me, and then I helped him use it on everyone in my police unit.”

“I’m glad he’s my master now. You said you’re his lover?”

“Yes, dad. He has others, slaves, that he has sex with. But I’m the one he loves. He’s made me so happy.”

“What an honor, son. How about you, Teddy?”

“He doesn’t want to have sex with me. He says T.C. got the looks. I’m just here to help him.”

“Dad, Jeff has some things he wants you to do for him.”

“Of course, son, whatever he wants.”

“Good. He wants you to show your board of directors a video from a new potential client. There’ll be a Modifier attached to the TV so that they’ll be brought under Jeff’s control like us. Then you’ll discreetly funnel money to him so he can build more Modifiers.

“By the way, make a list of any handsome and wealthy men, or young and handsome men from wealthy families, that you know. I’ll bring it to Jeff so he can decide if he wants them in his power too. Do you understand?”

“I understand. When should we start?”

“I’ll install a Modifier in the main meeting room. The rest depends on how soon you can call the next board meeting and have several more right afterwards.

“Oh, and Jeff will be moving in with me. I picked my room deliberately to be as far away from yours as possible. Sometimes we can be a bit loud, and I didn’t want to disturb your sleep.”

“Whatever you want. I can get earplugs to block out the sound if I have to. My house, my money, everything I have is his.”

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“I think your unit is perfect for the job. Unless, of course, you don’t think you can handle it.”

The police chief was speaking to Palermo and Cruz in the house of attorney Jerry Collier. He had been shot to death after a rally for which Palermo’s unit had provided security. At the rally, Collier announced he was filing a wrongful death suit against two white police officers who had killed a black man.

Since Collier had similarly sued many policemen, particularly in the homicide division, the chief thought having a less involved unit like Pacific Blue investigate would reduce claims of impropriety. He directed his idea at Palermo.

“As I said, sir, our unit is not suited to handle homicides. You want people who are better acquainted with the proper procedures. You’ll need the case to be airtight.”

“Well, I did give you the chance. I’m sure I can find someone else who’ll be more willing.”

After the chief left, Cruz said, “Wow. T.C. or Cory would have jumped for that one.”

“True. But us not getting involved in these kinds of cases is exactly the direction He wants us to go. It may be dull, but there you go.”

“Hey, as long as I’ve got Russ, I don’t care if work is dull. He’s all the excitement I need. Though we are always open for more. We still on?”

“Are you kidding? Why would I miss a weekend with you guys? I’ll let Him know about all this. I know he’ll be happy we’re going the way he wants. He’ll also be happy that Lieutenant Jessup is now one of us. Not having her on our case all the time will be a relief. Having a spy in IA won’t hurt either.”

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“You did tell me the place was amazing, but really, the place is amazing!”

Jeff and T.C. were standing outside his father’s house, cooled by the ocean breeze. T.C.’s car was parked in one of the two garages, with what few things Jeff wanted with him. He was marveling at the Callaway family home.

“You think the exterior’s something? Wait until I give you the full tour.” T.C. ushered Jeff inside. His father had been sent away until tomorrow. Jeff wanted the first night together with T.C. in their new home to be just them, particularly since it had been weeks since they had seen each other.

An inner courtyard gave access to the rest of the house. “I’ll show you the outside stuff first.” A huge outdoor patio and dining area were in back. A gate led to a private pier with room for two big boats to dock.

“Now for the inside.” A door at the pier went to a master suite. Down a corridor and they were in the kitchen, which mostly looked like it had when the house was built. The modern appliances were disguised to appear as though they were from the 1920s. Next to it was a large family room with a fireplace.

“I can picture us snuggling here in the winter, roasting marshmallows. This place!”

On the second floor was a living room with another fire place and two-bedroom suites. There were three more suites on the third floor. A room like a crow’s nest on a ship was on the roof, with windows on all sides.

Pointing to the south, T.C. said, “And as you can see, the beach is close enough to walk to in minutes. What do you think?”

Jeff pushed T.C. against the wall and forcibly kissed him. T.C. hugged Jeff closer and kissed him back as strongly. Stopping eventually and leaning his forehead against T.C.’s, Jeff said, “Does that answer your question?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, it’s yes. Very, very much yes. You know we’re going to have to have sex in every room in the house.”

“It’s a tough job, but someone’s got to do it. Let’s see how many we can knock out tonight. We can begin here, and work our way down?”

“Down what? Our bodies, or the house?”

“No reason it can’t be both.” The two kissed again, peeling off clothes. They had the whole house to themselves for the night, and took advantage of every moment.

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T.C.’s father called a board meeting the following week. Modifier exposure made them receptive to attending additional meetings over the next few days. Jeff thought it best to finish the takeover after the holidays. “What a way to start the new year.”

Christmas arrived, with Jeff telling everyone that he wanted no presents. The enslavement of so many hot men over the last several months was more than gift enough. He did tell Cruz and Granger they would get a two-week romantic cruise next year through the Caribbean, the dates to be determined.

“I said I was going to get this for what you’ve done, so here you go. Enjoy, boys. You more than deserve it.”

For T.C., he got some sexy thongs. “And you’ll be wearing those New Year’s Eve. How convenient that it’s on a Friday this year. No big party, though. Just the two of us for the weekend at your dad’s house. Merry Christmas, T.”

“Merry Christmas, Jeff.”

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“Happy New Year, gentlemen. Let’s begin.” T.C.’s father was conducting the first board meeting for the new year. “I want to introduce a very special guest. Someone who’s going to change the company’s direction forever.”

Jeff entered the room. None of the board members recognized him, but felt he was oddly familiar. “Hello, I’m Jeff. It’s time for you to officially recognize my role in this company. On the count of three, please all call me by my title. One. Two. Three.”

The entire board said in unison, “Master.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear. I won’t be here most of the time. I’ll leave the day-to-day in the capable hands of Mister Callaway.” Jeff shook hands with everyone. None were of interest to him sexually. He had T.C. do research on each board member, and none of them had children he was interested in sexually either. But that was not what they were for. As long as they provided funds for the Modifier factory, that was all that Jeff cared about.

“I’m going to find T.C. and have a long lunch. I’ll bring him back sometime this afternoon. I want to spend more time with him, too, so please cut his hours in half. Not his pay, though.”

“Yes, master,” said Callaway Senior, “as you wish.”

Later, Jeff and T.C. were at a local Italian restaurant. “It went off without a hitch. With the money we figured we could safely siphon off from the company, the factory should be fully operational by the end of this month. Your hours are cut, by the way, but not your pay. We’ll finally be able to spend more quality time together.”

“That’s great. You know I want to spend every waking minute with you.”

“I know, but I never get tired of hearing you say it.”

“How about we go home for a nooner?”

“Mister Callaway, that sounds like an excellent idea. Let’s get the rest of our meal to go. I want to get inside you as soon as possible. But then, don’t I always?”

“You do. And I love it.”

“You’re a doll, T. You know, all my original plans are pretty much completed. Make you fall in love with me, check. Enslave your entire unit, check. Get you to quit the police force so you can help me take over your dad’s business, check. Enslave your brother and father, check. Take over your father’s company, check. And bonus, enslave a whole garage full of hot male mechanics/gigolos as well as actors, check.

“I put off talking about new projects a while back, but now I’m ready. Let’s meet with Tony soon so we can discuss. Then you can both tell me everything you know about the Los Angeles County Lifeguard Service.”

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CAST:

The Police:

· T.C. Callaway – Jim Davidson

· Bobby Cruz - Mario Lopez

· Russ Granger - Jeff Stearns

· Tony Palermo - Rick Rossovich

The Mechanics:

· Zac Chaney – Bailey Chase

· Ray Chastain – Chad Michael Murray

· Chris Katzin – Jeff Timmons

· Reece Katzin – Christopher Atkins

· Dan Rizzelli – Dan Cortese

Others:

· Emanuel Mendoza – Zeus "Alex" Mendoza

· Keith Hamill – Keith Hamilton Cobb

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To be continued . . .