Behind the Lens (Behind the Lives) (43 page)

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Corey

Corey had given up trying to
escape. The door was locked from the outside and the windows were too high to
jump out of, and not like he could anyway, his broken leg making it impossible.
He crawled back onto the bed, feeling exhausted, frustrated and scared – scared
the most; because he couldn’t stand the way those men were looking at him, like
he was made to be fucked, which he totally didn’t understand. It wasn’t like he
was anything special, and definitely not someone worth kidnapping, and shit,
he’d been kidnapped! That only happened in movies, it wasn’t real, yeah, okay,
it was for some people, but they weren’t from New Zealand, okay, some might be,
but still, he shouldn’t be included in that lot, he was fucking ordinary.

The
door cracked open, capturing his attention. He sat up, praying it wasn’t Ant or
Leather Face – Leather Face the most, because that creep made him want to puke
in his own mouth, that kiss from earlier so foul.

Oh
God, it
was
Leather Face!

Corey
pulled the covers over himself, clamping onto them tighter as footsteps
approached the bed.

Leather
Face tugged at the covers, telling him to let go. When he didn’t, the man
started poking him, a jab to Corey’s waist making him lose his grip. Leather
Face stripped him of the covers, throwing them on the floor, then chucked
clothes at Corey. “Put these on.”

With
his heart pounding, Corey picked up the grey shorts and shirt, looking at them
in confusion. “This is a Wera High School uniform?”

“Yeah,
and a souvenir of Ant’s first love, so put it on.”

“No,
that’s just weird.”

Leather
Face pulled out a scrap of golden-coloured material from his pocket and chucked
it at Corey’s face. “If you don’t, I’ll make you wear this instead.”

Corey
held up the scrap of material, the G-string making his eyes pop. “LIKE HELL!!!”

“Just
pick one, and if you haven’t changed in five minutes, I’ll choose, and, little
girl, it won’t be the school uniform.” Leather Face headed out of the room,
closing the door behind him.

Swearing,
Corey chucked the G-string where the man had been, cursing Leather Face and Ant
in a hundred different ways. He started pulling on the school shirt, which
fitted perfectly. He did the buttons up then leaned over to pull on the shorts,
the cast making it difficult.

The
door opened. “Get out! I’m not finished!” he yelled.

“Too
bad, time’s up,” Leather Face said, closing the door behind him.

“No,
you didn’t gimme enough time.” Corey kicked out with his good leg as Leather
Face came closer.

The
man slapped Corey’s leg. “Stop it; I’m just here to help ya.” He grabbed
Corey’s ankles. “I said, stop it!”

Corey
went still, although his heart and brain were going crazy, the man scaring the
living crap out of him. He watched as Leather Face slipped the shorts over his
ankles, then pull them up his legs, going painfully slow, like a reverse striptease,
the touch of his hands repulsing him.

“Lift
your arse,” Leather Face said, nearing it.

Breathing
in nervously, Corey did as he was told, too scared to take his eyes off the
man’s hands. Leather Face yanked the shorts over Corey’s butt and zipped up the
fly, fiddling with the button for a moment, something Corey could have FUCKING
done on his own. The guy looked up, giving Corey a smile, telling him he damn
well knew it too.

“You’ve
got the cutest little face,” Leather Face said.

“Do
not.”

“Yes,
you do, and the cutest little body.”

“Don’t
say that!”

“Why?”

“Cos
you’re grossing me out, and get your hand offa my leg, you perv.”

Leather
Face grinned. “I’m gonna enjoy seeing your cheeky cunt get fucked.”

“No
one’s fucking me but my boyfriend.”

The
guy’s eyebrows lifted. “Is that so? Well, you better tell Ant that, because he
thinks he owns you.”

“Only
my boyfriend does.”

“So,
does your boyfriend fuck both your mouth and butt?”

“None
of your biz, you dirty old creep.”

“Forty-two
ain’t old.”

“It
is to me, and you look more like fifty.”

“You
cheeky little bugger. Well, two can play that game, because you look fourteen.”

“Do
not! You’re just saying that to piss me off.”

“Maybe,
maybe not, but either way you look so innocent it makes me want to dirty you,”
Leather Face said, flicking open the button on Corey’s shorts that he’d just
done up.

Corey
smacked his hand away. “Don’t touch me!”

“Or
what, you’ll bite me again?”

“Yes!”
Corey said, doing up the button. “And I’ll punch you in the face.”

Leather
Face laughed. “You try to look and sound tough, but it really doesn’t work, it
just makes you even cuter.”

“I’m
not cute!”

“Then
adorable, and you’re the first male I’ve wanted to fuck.”

“Aren’t
I lucky? NOT!”

“You’ve
got balls smart-mouthing me, which I totally don’t get, considering you can’t
do shit to stop me from fucking you.”

“You’re
not allowed to fuck me!”

“Yeah,
shame the boss won’t share, but there are other ways I can have fun.” He
grabbed Corey by the hips and yanked him down, making Corey scream and hit out.
Leather Face grabbed Corey’s hands and climbed on top of him, leaning down to
kiss his lips.

Corey
moved his head from side to side. “Stoppit!”

Leather
Face lowered his mouth to Corey’s neck and started kissing it, making Corey
thrash about under him, but the guy was too big, and oh God, it was disgusting,
repulsive, gross... “GET OFFA ME!!!”

Leather
Face grabbed Corey’s crotch and squeezed it, making Corey squeal. “Yeah, sing
for me, girl, cos when Ant gets bored with you, and he will, I’m gonna use you
like a chick.”

“Mack!
Get off him!”

Leather
Face jolted, then jumped off Corey. “It’s not what it looks like, boss.”

A
big Samoan man stalked towards him. “Don’t bullshit me; I heard what you said.
You want to use the boy like a chick.”

“You
misheard,” Leather Face said, backing up into the bedside cabinet. “I’m not a
fag.”

“I
don’t care what you are; all I care about is you doing your job, which is not
taking liberties with the boss’s property. Now, take him where you were told,
before I decide to tell Ant you were touching his boy.”

“Ant
shares his twinks.”

“Twink?
I thought you said you weren’t a fag.”

“I’m
not.”

“Like
I give a damn. Just take him to the ballroom.”

Leather
Face turned to grab Corey, making him scream and flail about, the thought of
the guy touching him again too much.

The
Samoan man shoved Leather Face aside. “Calm down, kid, I’ll take you instead.”

Corey
scooted back, unsure about this new guy.

“I
promise I won’t do anything inappropriate,” the Samoan said, holding out his
hands, his face attractive, pleasant almost, not fitting in with this place at
all.

Corey’s
gaze moved to Leather Face, who was glaring at the back of the new guy’s head.
Corey nodded at the Samoan man, figuring if Leather Face didn’t like the dude,
then he couldn’t be all bad, plus the guy reminded him of The Rock, and he was
a good dude.

The
Samoan slipped his arms under Corey, and lifted him off the bed. Scared of
being dropped, Corey wrapped his arms around the guy’s neck, placing his chin
on his shoulder as he was carried to the door, with Leather Face following.
Corey poked his tongue out at the prick.

Leather
Face blinked. “He just poked his tongue at me, like a little kid.”

The
Samoan opened the door. “He
is
a kid.”

“Am
not! I’m seventeen,” Corey said as they headed out.

“You
just proved my point,” the Samoan replied, “which means
that
sick fuck
shouldn’t be mauling you.”

“I’m
not a sick fuck!” Leather Face yelled behind them.

“Just
shut up and go help organise the fluffers downstairs; you might get a blowjob
from one of the ugly ones.”

“Bastard!”
Leather Face pushed past them and headed down the staircase.

The
Samoan carried Corey across a foyer and into a ballroom. A large chandelier
hung from the middle of the ceiling, its light reflecting on the paintings on
his right, which surrounded a huge plasma screen set into the wall. Corey’s
mouth dropped open, because, holy shit, the images were of Dante doing
different women. Corey angled his head to get a better look as he was carried
to a long table. The man headed around it and placed Corey on a chair, then
pushed him up to the table.

“You’ll
be here for the next couple of hours,” the guy said, “along with a few actors.”

“What
actors?” Corey asked, still looking at the pictures.

“Porn
ones.”

His
head snapped around. “No way!”

“Yes,
way, and you’re one of them.”

“No,
I’m not!”

“Kid,
you need to stop shouting, it’s not acceptable here.”

“But,
I don’t do porn.”

“Yes
you do.” He tapped the table in front of Corey, making him look down.

Corey’s
eyes widened. A stack of photos sat in front of him, the top one showing him
with his bare arse stuck up in the air. He flicked through the rest, horrified
at the one of him wanking and another with him pulling down his boxers,
displaying his cock and balls. “No, no, no...” he shook his head in disbelief.

“Unfortunately
for you, it’s a yes,” the man said. “So, I’ll give you some advice if you want
to get through tonight. There will be a lot of people coming up to the table,
wanting to touch you, some to kiss you, others to just talk and get an
autograph. If you want to make it through without too much trouble, let them do
what they want, even if they are ugly like Mack. And under no circumstance are
you allowed to be rude or hit out at them. They are clients, who are paying a
considerable amount of money to be here tonight, so if you upset any of them,
you’ll be sent straight back to Ant’s room, and, boy, you do
not
want to
be there, especially if you’ve lost Ant money due to a client going home upset.
Do you understand?”

“No,”
Corey said, covering the photos, “cos I shouldn’t be here at all, they
kidnapped me.”

“Keep
that to yourself and just do the job at hand. Please the customers; please Ant,
then you can go home tomorrow.”

“No!
Cos if you don’t take both me and Juliet home right now, I’ll tell everyone we
were kidnapped.”

The
Samoan man grabbed Corey’s jaw. “Not a wise thing to say, unless you want to
end up dead. Do you?!”

Corey
shook his head, trying his best not to cry.

The
man let go. “Thought so. Now, you can either make today go relatively easy or
very painfully. My advice is to take the first option, because painful here can
mean whips and chains or multiple cocks in every hole.”

Unable
to stop the tears now, Corey wiped his face.

“Sorry,
kid, but you need to face reality, and if you’re lucky you’ll only be here for
one night.”

“But,
you just said I wuz definitely goin’ home tomorrow, so did Leather Face.”

“Nothing’s
definite, and who’s Leather Face?”

“The
man who molested me.”

“His
name’s Mack, and what happens to you depends upon what Ant wants.”

“But
what about what I want?!”

The
man breathed out. “Even after I warn you, you’re still shouting. Well, kid,
looks like you want it the hard way.”

“No!
I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry.”

“Then
clamp that mouth of yours shut.”

Nodding,
Corey pressed his lips together.

“Good.
Now, in a minute people will be joining you at the table, others in similar
situations to yourself, your boyfriend’s brother Dante being one of them. Take
comfort in him.”

The
man turned and walked out of the ballroom, leaving Corey alone with only his
fears to keep him company. He wiped his cheeks again, then looked down at the
photos next to him. Dante was lying naked across a bed in the top one. Corey
flicked through the others, which all showed Dante in various sexual poses,
some of them the same as the ones on the walls.

He
turned his head to look at the pile of photos on his right, this lot of a cute
guy with reddish hair. Most of them showed the redhead getting fucked by rough
looking men, the one in the shower the hottest. Corey’s hand stilled on the
last photo. He picked it up and stared at the image of Ant. The man was laid
flat on a bed with the redhead riding him, Ant’s body so damn divine it made
Corey want to jerk off. He screwed the picture up and chucked it into the
fireplace behind him, not wanting to be turned-on by the prick. In a way he
wished Ant was ugly like Leather Face, so it would be easier to hate him.