Odd realization...

Rett has forced  Liam to reveal just how deep he and Ben were into working with Georgie. They made money off supplying the man with guys to make use of, sexually. And they knew he recorded it. And their explanation is, the guys knew what they were doing and signed off on it.

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And all of a sudden, I was sad. And felt hollow. Like I’d just seen a truth I didn’t want to know about. There was nothing unusual about what they’d done. Nothing scary. You could find something like it in any town, any state, any country. 

Just some younger guys letting an older gay man buy some secret pleasure from them. Fill a life he felt was empty, if only for a moment. Maybe build a business to live off of, in the best way he could. No one would be hurt or killed... 

Well...not always. 

Not this time, anyway. 

This time was just a situation that, by being so commonplace...it was actually pretty natural. It had been happening for thousands of years. Yet too fucking many people in the world were demanding it be seen as wrong.

Ben and Liam had bought into that mentality, so were ashamed of participating in it. Fought to convince themselves they weren’t part of it...even as they used it for their own ends... 

The little hypocrites. That made me even more determined to show them they were a part of this world. 

I lifted Liam up and put him back on the couch. His shirt was still shoved up above his tits with his dick still lolling out of his briefs. He looked so young and vulnerable, I began to think he was underage, again. 

I touched his nips then pulled his shirt down his abs to trail my fingers along his treasure trail to his dick. I fondled him, for a moment, then slipped his dick back into his briefs. It was only the ass of them I’d torn. His cum was still drying on him, as was mine. 

I rubbed it. Spread it thinner. Then let my fingers drift down to tickle his basket, making him squirm. 

“Why is having sex with a man instead of a woman so bad?” I asked. “It’s just a connection between two people. Why do you think it’s okay to get other guys to offer themselves up to an older man, even help get them off...then act like you’re not that way?” 

“What you talkin’ about?” 

“The way you and Ben played me. Kept teasing me as i held back from trying anything with either of you. Let me believe you were underage. Then started acting like I was just some stupid, desperate faggot who’d do anything to have a pretty boy’s dick in my mouth. Joking like it’s a game. Getting pissy because I didn’t go along with it, in full. Thinking of me as a queer there for you to use.” 

“Rett...dude...you go it all wrong...” 

“Do I? So tell me, Liam, if I offered you six-fifty to help me get Ben off, would you say no?” 

“Don’t understand.” 

“I’m talking six-hundred and fifty dollars to just kiss Ben’s shoulders and neck, from behind, and pinch his tits. Like you did on Smoke’s video. Help me get him hard, again, so I can sit on his dick and get fucked. Isn’t that what you want me to do? Get fucked?” 

“That...that don’t make sense.” 

“You want the money, or not?” 

He shifted his gaze between me and Ben, and I could just see the gears whirling in his head. Thinking he might be able to get the upper hand if I got lost in being fucked by Ben. 

Except...why would he want to? I was offering him decent money to just play around with Ben as I fucked myself on him. Like his best buddy was a blow-up doll with a cool dildo. Split the cash with Ben. Not even, of course. He’d been fucked, so he was worthy of more. But it’s still a decent payout...and what if... 

“Make it a thousand?” he asked. His eyes sharp and cool. 

I had to chuckle, then I smacked his thighs and rose, my dick even with his face. “Seven-fifty,” I said. 

“Nine.” 

“Eight.” 

“Eight-fifty.” 

“Okay,” I said. And I cut off the tape that bound him.