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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated
Part: 3 of 47
Universe: The Pact
Summary: Complications set in for the secretive little group created by the
Pact.  The boys stumble into a potential goldmine -- but are they biting off
more than they can chew?
Content: mc mm mF M-dom beast oral

The Pact:  Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated

Chapter 3

        Toby made four phone calls, getting mixed reactions to the
announcement that the dog was suitable for planned activities.  Teela said,
"Kewl!"  Sally's "That's nice," was quite a bit more subdued.  Rick and Lon
both grunted, basically; neither of them was thrilled.  They all set a date
for the next day at two.  Beth and Louise would be on the three to eleven
shift, so they really wouldn't be around; Jean would also be working.
Candace wasn't necessary to the operation; ditto for the Carter boys...
Toby figured that Damian had purchased a seat, though, no matter what
everyone else thought; he planned to invite him before the evening was out.

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        "Hullo?  Hey, Bro.  Yeah, I'll be along.  What?  Okay, I'll tell
Mama."  Terence hung up the phone and headed for the kitchen.  Fred,
intrigued, followed.  A lot of shit was happening around here he didn't have
a handle on...

        "Goin' to pick up Little Bro, Mama," Terence announced, entering the
kitchen.  "Dirk's all settled, but Beth needs a little somethin'..."  He
gave his mother a wink.

        "What about supper?" Louise asked.

        "Have you started it?" Terence asked.

        "No."

        "Cover Pa.  We'll get Beth to do somethin'."

        "Okay."  Louise's menu plans simplified to 'TV dinners.'

        "Bye, Mama."  Terence headed out.

        "Who the fuck is Beth?" Fred demanded.

        Louise thought about it -- what should she say?  "She's a friend of
mine.  Her son Toby just happens to be a schoolmate of the boys."

        "From the sound of shit, the boys are fuckin' her," Fred opined.

        "That would be interesting," Louise replied blithely, "since she's
my age..."

        "You wouldn't fuckin' tell me, anyway..."  Fred turned and walked
out.  Louise's dinner menu dropped to 'TV dinner'.  That was fine with her
-- Fred wasn't fucking worth it.

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        Fred got to his truck just as Terence was turning onto the cross-
street at the foot of the block; on impulse, he decided to follow his eldest
son and see where he went.  The trip was uneventful; never in his wildest
dreams had Terence believed his father might follow him, so he made no
effort at misdirection.  But as they neared the house, Fred came down with
an awful case of déjà vu...

        Toby answered the door; while he stepped back to let Terence in, he
picked up Fred's pickup, cruising by.  "Uh oh."

        "Huh?" Terence grunted.

        "Your pop just drove by, I think."

        Terence spun to look.  "Yeah, you're right.  He's turnin' around,
too!"

        "Ma!" Toby yelled, "Get some clothes on!  We've got trouble!"

        "Jeezus!  If I didn't know better, I'd swear..."  Fred scratched his
head.  Dark suspicions began to surface.  "Guess I'm gonna invite myself to
meet my boys' new friends," he grunted, turning around in a driveway down
the block.

        "How bad is this?" Terence wanted to know.

        "Well, we did the trap here.  Nobody here now was here then --
except me," Toby replied.

        "Did he see you?"

        "Not my face."

        "Little Bro!" Terence yelled.  "Leggo of Beth an' get her movin'
Pa's comin'!"

        "What the fuck?" Damian let go of Beth.  He'd ignored Toby's first
yell, except for holding her in place -- getting a nut was more important,
and Beth had been vacuuming his dick.  Having Pa here, however, was a whole
'nother smoke...  "Throw something on!  Quick!"  He jumped up and pulled up
his sweatpants.  There was another delay while he undid her handcuffs, then
Beth dashed off toward her room.  It wasn't any too soon -- Fred was coming
up the walk!

        Terence stepped out to provide a distraction.  "Hey, Pa.  You
followin' me around?"

        "I was curious ta see what was so great about this place," Fred
grunted.  He was looking around, taking in the house and its environs -- and
his face was set in suspicious lines.

        Time for another distraction; Toby stepped out through the door,
hoping he could keep the man outside.  "Nothing much, I'm sure," he
interjected.  "I'm Toby.  I live here.  I go to school with Terence and
Damian."  He stuck out a hand sweaty from his worrying that it -- or his
voice -- might be recognized.  Fortunately, Lon had done ninety percent of
the talking -- and Lon wasn't here.  And while it was possible that Fred
might recognize his hands, it wasn't probable; the one item on Toby that
Fred would have found memorable was tucked safely away in his pants...

        Toby was safe; Fred merely saw a shrimpy white kid.  He shook the
clammy hand, grunting, and thinking, 'Wimp...'  The house was a lot more
interesting -- and he still didn't know why the boys would be here...

        Beth arrived, looking thoroughly disheveled in a quilted housecoat.
"Hello.  I'm Beth.  I'm Toby's mother.  Louise and I work together at the
hospital..."

        Fred grunted, thinking, 'Chunky bitch.  Nice hooters, though.'  He
squeezed her extended hand and dropped it.  "Anybody else here?"

        "Me."  Damian came around the corner.  "That'd be it..."

        Fred didn't get it.  "So, what the fuck you two here for?"

        Damian took it.  "Kickin' back.  Watchin' sports on Toby's TV."

        "You can do that shit at home," Fred pointed out.

        "Toby wouldn't be welcome there," Damian replied evenly.

        "So?"  Fred favored Toby with another glance.  What was so special
about the boy?  He turned on Terence, "I thought you was comin' over here
for Beth?  Sounded to me like you was talkin' about fuckin' her..."  Terence
just looked startled, so Fred turned his attention to the white bitch.

        Beth looked startled, too.  Her mind was awash.  Left to her own
devices, Beth might have made dangerous admissions at that point, but Toby
had an idea and projected it, forcefully.

        As far as Beth was concerned, she ran with the first thing to pop
into her head.  Glaring at Terence, she put her fists on her hips and
blasted, "Just because you've seen me in a bathing suit, doesn't give you
the right to insinuate that you've had carnal knowledge of me!"

        "Huh?"  Too many big words, too much stress -- Terence had no idea
what was up.

        Damian did, and he laughed.  "She said you shouldn't be tellin'
people you're fucking her, Big Bro!"  Turning to his father, he added the
thought that he'd had time to come up with.  "Beth needed us to move some
furniture in her living room, Pa."

        Fred grunted.  Everything seemed innocent.  This place didn't seem
innocent, though...  Turning on Beth, he observed, "They've seen you in
that, too."

        "I do shift work, like your wife," Beth replied.  "I was just
getting ready to step into the shower."

        'Yeah, right,' Fred thought.  "You got any daughters?  Big, tall,
blonde?  Little scrawny brunette?"

        "No," Beth replied shortly.  "Only Toby."

        Fred glanced again at Toby and frowned as a thought flickered
through his brain.  Later.  Right now, he had other pursuits.  "This house
seems awful familiar -- like I've been here, lately.  Mind if I look
around?"

        "I... need to get on with my shower," Beth replied.  "I'm not
surprised about the place looking familiar; this is a development -- every
third house has the same floor plan and looks the same, inside and out.  I
embarrassed myself by driving up to the wrong house a couple of times when I
first moved in here.  Look over there..."  She pointed at the house one door
down across the street.  "Only the roofline is different on that place.
You'd think builders would show more imagination..."

        Fred turned around and followed her gaze, frowning.  The bitch had a
point -- but this place...

        Dirk arrived at that point, took one look at Fred, and, sensing the
tension there on the porch, growled.  This proved fortuitous -- Fred took
one look at the dog and his certainty about the house eroded.  There damn
sure hadn't been any damned dog there when he had gotten suckered and
fucked...  "Uh, right.  You boys get on with whatever furniture moving
you're gonna do.  I'll see ya later."

        "Beth is makin' dinner.  We'll be a while," Terence pressed.

        "Right.  Nice meetin' ya," Fred grunted insincerely, and headed back
to the truck.  'Fuckin' house...  But that fuckin' dog...  I need a drink.'
He got in the truck and headed off to his favorite bar.

        "FUCK!" Toby nearly collapsed on the porch.  "That was CLOSE!"

        Terence eyed him.  "Why?"

        "We did the whole movie thing RIGHT HERE!" Toby gasped.

        "Oh," Terence replied.  "I heard that went down, but I haven't seen
it..."

        Toby sobered.  "Yeah, well, you probably don't want to."

        "Mama said the same thing," Damian interjected.

        "Why?" Terence asked suspiciously.  "It's just Pa fuckin'..."

        Toby grimaced.  "Terence, it isn't just that.  We didn't settle for
a video of your Pa screwing Sally -- there's a lot more to it.  Now that
it's over, I'm not proud of it -- but it's a better deterrent."

        "So, let's see it!" Terence pressed.

        Toby looked an appeal at Beth, but she was of two minds on the
matter.  Damian was, too -- especially after the recent run-in on the porch.
Finally, Toby said, "Your Mama has a copy..."

        "You do, too, don't you?" Terence replied.  "I can't watch it at
home -- what if Pa walks in?"

        Damian pursed his lips and nodded.  "I heard about the content, Big
Bro -- you're not gonna like it.  But maybe we oughta see, so we can
understand what just happened and how Pa is gonna react to shit."

        Toby hung his head.  "I don't think you're gonna like me, after..."
The Carter boys just looked at him.  Beth pursed her lips.  "I think they
deserve to know, Toby."

        "Yes, Ma."  Toby trudged off to collect the DVDs.

        Damian turned to Beth.  "I thought you were the bottom of the totem
pole, here."

        Beth nodded, trying to decide whether Damian wanted to shift modes.
"I am.  But this is a parental authority thing -- an exception."  Damian
nodded.  "I'll get us all more tea," she added, heading off.

        Damian turned to Terence.  "Big Bro, you are NOT gonna like this --
guaranteed!"

        "Tell me."

        "Mama says they roped him in with Sally -- but then they took over.
There was some suckin' and fuckin'..."

        "Pa?"

        "Pa.  With Lon and Toby.  At first, it was forced, then Pa
apparently got into it.  Are you SURE you want to see it?"

        "Howcum he didn't recognize Toby?"

        "I don't know."

        "I wanna see it."  It was firm -- Terence HAD to see it, in fact.

        Beth brought tea back in -- the refilled pitcher and two more
glasses with ice.  She eyed Damian.  "Damian..."

        "Not now.  You'll know when."  Beth nodded.  Fun time was over --
maybe forever.

        Toby put the DVDs in the player.  "There is a lot of raw stuff," he
said.  "I'm going to play the video I put together, then on the outside
chance you need to see anything else..."  He rubbed his face, then handed
Damian the remote.  Dirk wandered in and lay down in the corner.

        "Why don't you sit in the chair," Beth suggested to Toby.  "I'll sit
with the boys..."  She settled herself on the couch with Terence on her left
and Damian on her right.  Damian fired off the video.

        The thing started off as expected, of course.  The take-down was
shocking, but the boys knew it was going to happen, empirically.  Then Lon
stuck his cock in Fred's mouth.  Terence turned to Toby with a deer-in-the-
headlights look, but said nothing -- but when Toby inserted his cock in
Fred's ass, Terence got visibly angry.  If looks could kill, Toby would have
been reduced to ash, right there.

        "Fuck!" Damian gasped.  Who would have thought that Lon and Toby
could get this wild?

        When things backed off and got less brutal, Terence became
incredibly embarrassed for his father.  There wasn't any doubt that Pa was
sucking and fucking on his own...

        Beth had a hand on each boy's leg, and they were running up and down
their thighs regularly.  The movie made her hot; things she had been doing
to comfort them became another source of arousal for her.  "I'm so hot..."

        Damian misconstrued her meaning... maybe.  "Take off that waffle
thing, then," he directed, pausing the video.  "Hurry up!"

        Beth was out of her robe in no time, settling back down between the
boys nude.  "That's better!"  She'd been naked with them before -- recently,
with Damian.  Besides, he had told her to...

        Terence took it all in.  Beth was something -- she certainly was NOT
the way he had been led to believe women were...  Damian resumed the video
and Terence went back to his own private Hell.  He was angry with Toby --
but his dick wasn't.  His dick was blued steel, and Beth was bumping it with
her hand...

        On screen, things moved into Round Two.  Pa started sucking on
Toby's dick like it was gonna give him the magic elixir of life, or
something...  Terence's erection was killing him, stuck pointing down and
rock hard.  Beth's breath was hot on his ear, "Can I have it?"

        "Yeah," Terence gasped.  He rose up enough to allow his sweatpants
to be dragged down over his hips, never removing his eyes from the video
where his Pa was being triple-teamed and apparently loving it.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!!!"  Beth's lips were like Heaven on his swollen glans.

        Beth was leaning over into Terence's lap to blow him, which
presented Damian with her ass.  He stuck two fingers in her soupy snatch,
but didn't do much with them, being powerfully distracted.

        The whole thing was tough on Toby.  The video was hot, Ma was giving
off powerful signals, and there was the ever-present threat of one of the
Carter boys jumping up and clocking him, incensed at the video's content.
He sat there, riding it out.

        Terence blew his nut into Beth's hot mouth watching his father take
Toby's spunk.  It was as embarrassing as all Hell, but it was SOOOO hot!  He
was in recovery while Lon got his nut and his Pa blew a load into Sally's
mouth, and was almost back to normal when the screen faded to black.  Beth
was thoroughly agitated, and Dirk had hopped up, sniffing the air, but
Terence ignored them.  "What happened after that?"

        "We put the regular blindfold on him and drove him out to the woods
somewhere and dropped him off," Toby replied.

        "What was that weird thing you put on him?"

        "Blinders," Toby replied.  "They kept him from seeing anything much
but the cock he was working on.  He, um, wanted to see it."

        "If you'd showed him your dick at the door..." Terence mused, his
voice empty of emotion.

        Toby turned red.  "Terence, I..."

        "Shut up," Terence cut him off.  "You can't fix it.  But I learned a
few things."  It had been right there on the screen; Pa sucked dick -- and
he liked it.  He liked a dick in his ass, too.  Pa talked big shit about
this kind of thing -- and he lied through his teeth.  Terence DAMNED SURE
didn't need to feel any embarrassment about liking a little dick...  "You
owe me.  Lon owes me."

        "What about Sally?" Toby asked.

        Terence thought about it, shook his head.  "Nah.  She was doing
something she'd been asked to do -- by Mama.  You guys took it 'way
beyond..."

        "That's fair," Toby admitted.  "But we were looking for something
better than just a video of your dad fucking a minor -- he might not have
been bothered enough by it.  And Lon was mad that the bait had to be Sally."
He gathered himself.  "It was my idea."

        Damian kept an eye on Big Bro.  He was less affected by the whole
thing, having been let in on things and having suffered more from his
father's neglect.  The stuff on screen had been kind of gross, but it had
also been pretty hot.  Damian watched Big Bro clutch the couch arm and
reached out a hand, "He's right, you know.  Pa would have wanted a copy of
the vid to show the boyz and brag.  It wouldn't have covered us.  Not like
this."

        "It's still...  You FUCKED him!" Terence accused.

        "Yes," Toby admitted.  "I'd never done that.  I'd only been sucked
once..."

        Terence lurched in his seat -- that once had been HIM!  Slowly, he
got control.  "Did you learn anything?" he croaked.

        "Terence..."  Toby REALLY didn't want to get his ass stomped, even
if he WAS willing to take the heat.

        "Go on..."

        "I don't want to hurt you any more than I already have..."

        "I'm waiting..."

        "Well, okay."  Toby thought about it.  "Ass is ass, I think.  I
prefer to look at a woman's ass, but from the inside they are about the
same, I think.  But guys have a leg up when giving head.  I figure that it's
because they know how it feels and what we want.  Girls can do a fine job,
but a lot of the time, they don't understand what we go digging for when we
fuck, so they don't understand what's good in a blowjob and what isn't.
They like having their clits licked, and they expect to be able to lick us
like that...  Guys know that the in and out thing is important."

        Terence didn't know what he had expected, but this wasn't it.  He'd
figured that Toby would come out with something really insulting, and he'd
get a free shot at the little shit.  Instead, he got this reasoned analysis
of gay sex...  "Really?"

        "Well..." Toby threw up his hands.  "A couple of weeks ago, I'd have
known nothing at all -- and I haven't exactly surveyed a zillion guys.  But
that's my best guess."

        Terence sat there, numb.  Toby had been worried about saying what he
said -- why?  Because it meant that Terence gave good head?  Terence guessed
that it was a compliment, sort of.  It would have been easy to bluster that
the idea was hurtful, and that Toby had labeled him a cocksucker -- but he'd
just be raising Hell to protect his rep, like Pa did -- and he'd just
watched Pa suck Toby's dick, and knew that Pa was a big, fat liar...  His
head hurt; he needed some air.  "I'm going for a walk," he announced,
standing.  Looking over at Toby, he grunted, "You owe me."

        "Okay."

        "I'll be back."  Terence walked out.  The other three heard the
front door bang.

        "THAT went well," Damian grunted.  "You guys..."

        "It seemed like a good idea at the time," Toby interjected.

        "Yeah.  I get that."  Damian's eyes were hooded.  "It still is.  I'm
gonna try to let it slide."

        "Ma wasn't party to it," Toby insisted.  "Neither was Lon's Mama, or
Jean, or your Mama or Rick and Teela.  Sally wasn't really, either -- she
was just the bait.  We didn't tell her what was coming because we wanted her
surprised.  This was Lon and I."

        "I'm not taking it out on Beth or Candace," Damian replied.  "In the
first place, I can just about do whatever I want to either of them, anyway
-- right, Bitch?"  He pinched Beth's ass.

        "Yes, Sir."  Beth slid into submissive mode without complaint.

        "See?  Waste of time." Damian rubbed Beth's ass, then gave it a
swat.  "As for you, Lon and Sally, well, it WAS a fuckin' stroke of genius.
I think you went overboard, and you ought to pay -- but you already are.
I'm gonna hold out for a future draft pick, or something."  Standing, he
grunted, "I need a fuck.  Bend over the couch arm, Bitch."

        "Yes, Sir!"  Beth was more than happy to oblige.  She took his
abrupt penetration -- despite the fact that it felt like he tore one of her
inner labia off -- and his anger-driven pounding.  And she took the hard
swats on her ass that went with it, taking them in the spirit in which they
were given.  She even took Damian's harsh "No!" the first two times she
asked if she could orgasm.  Eventually, he relented -- and she got a big
one, and her snatch sucked his semen out of him in the process.  Toby spent
the whole episode sitting in the chair, watching Ma's big jugs swing beneath
her to Damian's pounding and tasting the joy she extracted from both her
pleasure and her pain.  That was exquisite punishment in and of itself; the
tension caused by watching the coupling and feeling his mother's sensations
from it were maddening.

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        Terence let his feet do whatever they felt like while he mulled over
things.  First things were first; Pa was a chickenshit hypocrite with a big
fucking chip on his shoulder.  He lied, he cheated...  And he was as queer
as a three-dollar bill when he felt like it.  If nothing else, Terence could
stand up and admit to what he'd done and how he felt about it.  There was a
whole lot less to be ashamed about, now.  He was his father's son in his
sexual tastes, if not in how he handled them.

        Toby and Lon, well, they'd gone too far.  Okay, maybe it was for the
best, but what they did wasn't even legal!  Terence didn't see himself as
being particularly bothered by that aspect, but it WAS rape -- at first, at
least.  Later, well, it sure didn't LOOK like it.  Terence could understand
Lon being pissed that he had to donate his girlfriend to the cause, but
still...

        Mama had asked for the help -- and the whole group benefited --
himself more than most.  That video put to bed a lot of fictions about how
Pa was and what he was capable of.  If Pa had been above chasing underage
pussy, he'd have avoided the whole thing -- but he didn't.  The setup hadn't
taken weeks to engineer, it had taken days -- hours!  Pa hadn't gone through
any soul-searching -- he'd smelled wet pussy and followed his nose.  Other
incidents came to mind -- mostly ones Terence had overlooked, thinking that
Mama was at fault for the situation.  Now he knew better...  Anyway, he
couldn't stick it to Lon and Toby TOO hard, because they did it for him...
And Little Bro was right about just getting Pa on video fucking Sally; Pa
would use it as the basis for more lies about what a stud he was with the
ladies...

        Shit.  That brought on another question -- how good was he with
girls?  He looked up, trying to get his bearings; he didn't remember making
any turns...  Time to go back; he began retracing his steps.

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        Damain stepped back from Beth's dripping snatch, panting.
Considering the number of loads he'd dropped today, that had been a big one
-- Beth was some fine pussy, especially when she was making like a slave!
He swatted her on the ass, "Turn around here and clean me up, Bitch!"

        Dirk was up, wandering around, panting and wagging his stubby tail;
when Beth turned around and knelt to take Damian's cock in her mouth, Dirk
ambled up and started sniffing, then tried to hump her hip.

        Damian laughed.  "Give us a minute, Dirk, then you can have a piece
of your new bitch!"  Dirk kept humping, even leaning forward and getting in
Beth's way to take a swipe at Damian's dick with his tongue.  "Awright,
awright!" Damian laughed backing off, "Get down and let him have some pussy,
Bitch!"

        Beth got down on all fours and presented her chunky ass; Dirk backed
off and gave her a few good licks, then crawled on.  When it became apparent
that he was aiming high again, Damian reached gingerly in and redirected
Dirk's shocking pink penis into Beth's gash.

        Once socketed, Dirk went nuts!  Beth had to brace herself to keep
from being pushed across the rug!  But again, the whole thing lasted about
thirty seconds before Dirk stopped, buried, while his balls bounced up and
down in tune to his spraying ejaculation.  He'd grown a knot, but not
managed to bury it; when he was done, he hopped off and wandered into the
corner to attend to his toilette.

        Beth was somewhat disappointed; if Dirk had gone a full minute, she
might have gotten an orgasm.  As it was, well, it had been an experience...
She looked up; Toby hadn't moved from his seat in the chair.

        She had no idea that she was broadcasting on about six different
frequencies, and Toby had the only receiver in the room!  Toby was
overwhelmed by her output from the sex act with Damian, and when it segued
into the doggy-fuck, he'd already been attuned and absorbing.  He knew the
various flavors of her reaction -- the humiliation, the animal pleasure at
the fierce pounding, the disappointment that the dog had no staying power, a
little self-disgust, fear of Damian and desire for his approval.  Licking
dry lips, Toby croaked out, "Tell her she did a good job."

        Damian blinked, cocked his head.  Toby seemed... fucked up.  His
mind went back to their earlier conversation...  Snapping his fingers, he
snapped, "Come here, Bitch!"  Beth crawled forward and Damian stuck his hand
in her hair, playing in it, pretending she was a long-haired mutt of some
kind.  "You did a fine job there -- you're a good fuck for dogs, too, I
see."  Beth actually rubbed her head against him.  "Maybe Dirk will give you
puppies."  He reached down and collected the cuffs from the coffee table.
"Gimme your paws..."  He locked her wrists together before her, then stepped
back.  "Go fix us all something to eat.  Be careful -- don't fuck anything
up and hurt yourself!"

        "Yes, Sir!"  Beth climbed to her feet and sashayed out.  Little did
Damian know that she was an expert at cooking in handcuffs -- if a little
rusty...

        "Yeah, that was good," Toby croaked.  "She's all happy now.  That
little twist of the knife over puppies was good, too -- it hit her
humiliation button."

        "So you CAN read their fucking minds!" Damian exclaimed.

        Toby made another run at denial; he wouldn't have said anything, but
his vicarious participation in the episode had nearly torn his mind from its
moorings.  "I just know Ma," he lied.

        "I'm not buyin', Dude," Damian retorted.  "You know too much.  And
you haven't moved in that chair for I don't know how long, but you look like
somebody beat the shit out of you.  Did you blow a wad in your pants?"

        "Almost," Toby admitted.  "A couple of times.  I was punishing
myself."  Damian just waited.  "Okay, it's new.  Maybe it only works with Ma
and other women I know well.  Maybe it will go away.  I need to keep it all
under wraps -- I'm not sure it's right to be doing this."

        "Why?"

        "Unfair advantage."

        Damian looked toward the kitchen, where Beth was clattering pans.
"Sometimes, they don't want it to be fair."

        Toby absorbed this, tried to process it.  Damian had a point, maybe.
But it all felt like going over to the dark side...  "Maybe."

        "What can you do?"

        "Don't know yet."  Toby mustered the willpower to reach down and
collect his glass of tea and drink from it.  "Receive.  Transmit a little,
maybe."

        "Everybody?"

        Toby grinned -- and it wasn't nice.  "If it was everybody, we
wouldn't be having this conversation."  Damian chuckled, and waited him out;
Toby was impressed with his unruffled demeanor.  "Women.  Women only.  It
started out being just when I was hot, but there has been a breakthrough."

        "What happened just now?"

        "It was too much," Toby replied.  "Ma was putting out more noise
than an AC-DC concert.  I was overwhelmed."

        Damian's wheels were spinning wildly.  There were some sharp edges
to this...  "That time with you and Terence and Mama..."

        "That was an accident.  I think I just picked up something she was
thinking about and let her run with it without inhibitions.  It was an
unconscious thing; I wasn't sure I was doing anything to anybody, at that
point.  That incident caused me to really start wondering about what I might
or might not be doing," Toby explained.

        Lots of sharp edges...  Lots and lots...  "I can't trust you."
Obviously, Toby could influence a woman to do something violent, if he
wanted.

        "I think you can -- as long as I can trust YOU!" Toby retorted.  "We
still have to keep this quiet -- for the same reasons I indicated before."

        "Being?"

        "Funny farms.  Let's say the government hears about this.  You get a
straightjacket and a gag and shock treatments to ruin your memory -- and I
get dissected..."

        "Nasty."

        "It's how the world REALLY works," Toby asserted.  Damian didn't
argue.  "I think we're gonna need to be real close, from now on," Toby
added.

        "What about Big Bro?" Damian asked.

        Toby shook his head.  "No offense, but you're a lot smarter than he
is.  He'd get us all killed -- or worse..."

        Damian nodded.  "Awright.  I might want a piece of this for that
future draft pick."

        "If it isn't too illegal or immoral, you got it."

        "Who gets to draw the line?"

        "Me."  Toby grinned weakly.  "I'm trying not to go to the dark side
if I can help it."

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        Terence came into the room.  Little Bro was standing talking to
Toby, naked below the waist.  Toby was sitting in that chair like he hadn't
moved in all the time Terence had been gone -- like that statue of
Lincoln...  Dirk was in the corner, licking his balls.  Beth was nowhere in
sight -- but there were noises coming from the kitchen.  Terence addressed
himself to Toby, "We need to talk."  He flicked a glance at Little Bro.  "In
private."

        "Okay."  Toby started hauling himself out of the chair.  He was
moving like an old man.  "My room?"

        "Yah.  Perfect."  Terence stepped back so Toby could pass him.

        Little Bro grabbed his arm.  "You planning on kicking his ass?"

        "Dunno.  He might need... persuasion."

        "Don't slap him around too much.  Don't hit him upside the head,
especially."

        "Why?"

        "We need his brain."  Damian grinned.

                       ----------------------------------

        Toby heard the conversation, but it didn't seem to matter much.  Now
that he was undoubtedly going to get his ass whipped, bravely throwing
himself between Terence's wrath and Lon and Sally didn't seem like such a
bright idea.  And Ma's sexual gyrations had sapped his will...

        Terence entered the room behind him and closed the door, then, after
examining it for a moment, locked it.  Toby settled himself in the task
chair at his computer desk; he could always stand again if Terence needed a
bigger target...

        Terence came and stood over him, saying nothing for over a minute.
Finally, he grunted, "That was rape."

        "Yeah, you're right.  It was."

        More silence.  What Toby didn't know was that Terence had no idea
what he was going to say or do; he was casting about for a tactic.  Finally,
he said, "Don't you think that's wrong?"

        "Yes."

        'Fuck.'  If Toby would just argue with him, or whine or beg or
something, he could get up the anger necessary to slap him around.  But Toby
was just sitting there, agreeing with him, awaiting whatever...  And Terence
didn't know what form 'whatever' should take...  They were frozen and silent
for more than a minute before inspiration struck...  "You know that blowjob
theory of yours?"

        "Yeah."

        "We need to test it."

        Toby blinked.  He knew the answer, but...  "How?"

        Terence snatched his sweatpants down to his ankles.  "Suck."

        Another time, Toby might have fought -- or at least argued.  But he
had no energy, and no shot at fighting Terence in his current condition --
and Terence actually had a right to make this particular demand.  There was
a lot of water under the bridge between them -- not the least of which was
the time Terence had been coerced to do the exact same thing.  Slowly, he
leaned forward and collected Terence's already half-hard length in his hand.

        "You ever done this before?" Terence demanded.

        "No."  Toby jacked Terence slowly, firming him up.

        "Ever want to?"

        "No."  Toby kept jacking.

        "Want to now?"

        "Not particularly."  Toby brought his other hand up to cradle
Terence's big balls.

        "But you're gonna, right?"

        Toby's answer was to engulf Terence's glans.  "Yeah, shit," Terence
hissed.  "I guess you are."

        Toby was too intelligent to have visceral issues with what he was
doing.  Girls did it, other guys did it -- he could do it.  Terence did it
-- to him!  No problem...  It didn't mean he was gay, or even bisexual -- it
just needed doing, so he would do it.  He threw himself into the effort,
intent on getting his reward -- if you wanted to call it that.

        "Damn!"  Terence had both hands in his hair, but wasn't interfering
with him.  "Can I take these off?  I don't wanna break 'em..."  Terence had
Toby's glasses.

        Toby backed off long enough to say, "Yes," then went back to what he
was doing -- absorbing as much of Terence's length as he could, then
dragging his lips back over the shaft and glans to the tip before moving
back in.  Terence fumbled with the frames, folding them and placing them on
the desk.  "This... theory of yours..." Terence grunted.  "You may have
something, there..."  Toby was good -- not as good as his mother, but better
than most of the other women.  Sally hadn't been this good, either.  Terence
lost himself in the sensations, occasionally flicking the fingers on the
hand cupping the back of Toby's head to encourage him.

        For Toby, this wasn't anything super or mind-bending.  It didn't
help him define his sexuality.  It was just something he needed to do to pay
Terence back for the wrongs done him.  And it was infinitely preferable to
bumps and bruises and broken ribs and black eyes -- and any number of other
physical injuries!  The quality of his effort was driven solely by
perfectionism -- not by lust, or pleasure -- but it was enough; Toby knew
pretty much what made him happy during a blow job, and he knew how to detect
pleasure in his partner -- and from there to doing a bang-up job was a hop,
skip, and a jump...  He kept his lips in motion, applied enough suction to
keep the inner surfaces of his mouth in contact with Terence's cock while
avoiding trying to suck all of the blood out of it, and laved the sensitive
underside with his tongue.

        Terence lasted less than three minutes before clutching Toby's head
to his crotch, groaning, and flooding Toby's mouth with semen.  Toby wasn't
wildly excited about THAT, either, but it was there, and he liked for women
to swallow his, so...  'Something to drink would be nice,' he thought; the
stuff coated the tongue and mere saliva didn't seem to remove the taste.
But it was done and over with -- he hoped.

        It was.  Terence staggered back and plopped himself on the bed for a
moment, gasping; Toby's mouth had been great!  And Toby had been cool about
it, but Terence could tell it hadn't been the experience that would spark
Toby's interest in gay sex, either.  Well, if it had been it wouldn't have
been punishment...  "Awright, we're square.  I dunno what I'm gonna do about
Lon, but we're okay."

        Toby heaved a sigh of relief -- but then Terence climbed up on the
bed on his hands and knees.  "Now for the other thing," he announced,
looking at Toby over his shoulder.  "Fuck me."

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