Chapter 61 - All Tied Up. (Wednesday, August 31st - Continued).

Brian sighed and handed the giant fake cardboard check he'd been given as part of the awards ceremony over to a waiting servant. He was glad that part of the evening was over. Now if only the rest of the night would zoom by as quickly and relatively painlessly. But that was probably too much to ask. Especially since Michael was still around here somewhere and they hadn't really finished having it out with either Jennifer Taylor or the Munchers.

Brian politely shook hands with two more of Ted's apparently endless stream of sponsors and then looked around to find his blond. Justin was a few meters away, seemingly deep in conversation with Todd, aka The Master. That little revelation still had Brian reeling - he'd never have guessed the backroom's resident bottom boy to be anything much, let alone The Master of this whole production.

Coming up behind the still chatting pair, Brian slipped his arms around the slender blond. "Hey, Sunshine. Todd. How's it going?" Brian asked.

"Fine!" Both Justin and The Master replied in unison. They laughed and then Justin continued. "Hey, Brian. we were just talking about Todd's 'Seymour Bhutz' books. Apparently he's been writing them forever, which makes sense seeing as there's about a million of them. He says he started when he was just a littłe older than me."

"It's true," Todd said with a big smile on his face. "And I do most of my research for new books in the backroom at Babylon. It's a great source of new material. You'd be amazed what you see and hear back there."

"No. Actually, I wouldn't, cause apparently I'm one of the guys you've been watching and listening to. I THOUGHT some of the shit Justin and Mal were reading about in those books sounded familiar . . ." Brian shook his head and gave Todd an incredulous look, both because of the revelation that Todd was spying on him and also because he’d never heard Todd say so many words together at one time.

Todd just shrugged and chuckled a little. "Like I said - great material. In fact, it's so great that I've parlayed some of the research I've been doing into a doctoral thesis. If things go right, I'll be finishing up my doctoral dissertation and have my Ph.D. in Psychology by next spring. And I suppose I'll have you, Brian - at least in part - to thank for it."

"Yeah, well, just remember that if I ever come to you to get my head shrunk - I'll expect you to do it for free," Brian demanded.

"It'll be my pleasure, Brian," Todd replied. "In fact, considering some of the 'Mother Issues' YOU have, maybe I'll have to consider paying you! From what I've surmised so far, that would easily be enough material for a whole second dissertation!"

"Fuck you, Todd," Brian answered, his words offset by the sheepish grin on his face. And he might have said more if he hadn't seen a flash of perfectly coiffed blond hair approaching out of the corner of his eye. "And, speaking of 'Mother Issues' . . . Mother Taylor. Come back for more, have you?" Brian addressed himself to the petite blond woman who was now standing next to him.

"Sorry to interrupt . . ." Jennifer smiled at them all then looked over her shoulder to where Debbie Novotny was waiting as her apparent wing man.

Justin sighed defeatedly, knowing that he couldn't put off this little talk with his mother any longer. "Mom. This is Todd Burke, one of the producers of the show. Todd, may I introduce my mother, Jennifer Taylor."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Burke." Jennifer replied in her WASPish best manners. "This is all so impressive. I had no idea that pornography was so . . . Lucrative."

"You have no idea." Todd laughed at the woman's statement as well as at her evident unease. "On that note, though, I think I'll excuse myself and go thank a few more of our sponsors. Brian. Justin. Congratulations again. Both of you really deserve it. And I'm sure I'll be seeing you around the next time you guys hit Babylon!"

"So, wow, that's a lot of money, isn't it," Jennifer started off awkwardly as soon as Todd was gone, looking over at the big checks where the props were leaning against the wall. "And before you start, no I'm not going to give you a hard time about how you earned it," Jennifer held up both hands, palms out, in a 'pause' gesture and looked at Debbie who smiled and nodded at her supportively. "I admit that it threw me at first. But, with some help, I've gotten over it. And I'll also admit that my plan tonight was to come here, convince Justin to come home with me and then somehow try to talk him into still going to Dartmouth the way we'd always planned. But you were right Brian, my son HAS done a pretty good job of making his own decisions lately. So . . . I'm going to try and control my urge to be an overprotective mother and just let you carry on the way you have been, Sweetheart. Sorry if I was being too overbearing. I just can't help it. I AM a mother, you know." Jennifer smiled indulgently at her son. "Now why don't you tell me more about your plans for art school and whatever else you're thinking about doing . . ."

Justin started in on his plans at the same time that Debbie grabbed Brian by the arm. "Come on, kiddo. Let's let them talk." When Brian seemed hesitant to leave his blond, Debbie laughed at him. "She's his mother for fuck's sake. She's not going to bite him or anything. Let them talk. And meanwhile you can come talk a bit more with me and Vic. And the girls - I'm sure they'll be leaving soon to get Gus home. And don't worry, that boy isn't going anywhere without you - you can see that from the way he looks at you. He's definitely a keeper, kiddo. A real keeper!"

Brian reluctantly let himself be pulled away from his Sunshine, feeling a little lost not having the blond fireball by his side for the first time that night. He mentally berated himself for being a lesbian, though, and followed Debbie back towards the group that included his family. Deb had been right that the girls were about to pack up and go. Gus was sound asleep on the big couch already. Brian looked down at the innocence of the sleeping child and couldn’t help smiling.

“He’s perfect when he’s asleep, isn’t he?” Lindsey came up behind Brian and hugged him with her hands around his waist. “Of course, when he’s awake and throwing food on the walls, I know he’s just a regular little boy and then I can’t wait for him to go back to sleep.”

“I know I’m going to be busy with starting my own agency, but you can always call me to come get him or drop him off if you need a break sometimes. In fact, now that Justin’s there too, we can probably take him more often,” Brian offered.

“So you’re really going through with this, Peter?” Lindsey asked, laying her head against Brian’s back and speaking softly so her words wouldn’t sound so harsh. “Are you really sure this is what you want? It’s a big change for you. A boyfriend? A live in boyfriend? Really?”

“You make it sound like this is something I’m physically incapable of handling, Wendy,” Brian sighed, not sure how to explain this thing with Justin so that his friends would believe him. “But, yes, I’m really going to do this. I already HAVE done this, in fact. And I’m not going to change my mind or run away screaming. Justin is . . . Justin is different . . . He’s . . . Fuck! I don’t know what he is, other than a force of nature that’s pretty much unstoppable. And I’m sure I want him in my life.”

“Okay. Well, I can’t say it isn’t about time for you to think about growing up and maybe even trying on a relationship for a change, but . . . Justin’s so young . . .” Lindsey couldn’t help herself, even though she knew that particular comment was almost guaranteed to get Brian riled up.

“Age is relative,” Brian stiffened up immediately, and pulled Lindsey’s hands off his waist. “And, not to be confused with me actually giving a fuck about what you think.” Brian turned around so he could look Lindsey in the eyes. “I can’t believe you, Lindz. You’ve got me in my grave already? Well, fuck you.”

“Brian!” Lindsey grabbed him before he could stomp off angrily. “Brian, stop. I’m sorry. You’re right that it’s none of my business. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“Well, then, stop saying shit that will hurt me, and I’ll be just fine,” Brian shot back.

“Hey. You ready to go, Lindz?” Mel came trotting over right then and Brian could honestly say he was glad to see her for once.

Brian offered to carry Gus to the front door for them and in the process of bundling the child up and getting them all headed in the right direction the conversation was dropped. Brian knew it wasn’t over yet. He knew that Lindsey wouldn’t let something like that just drop. But, maybe, over time, his family would get to know Justin better and that would allay some of their concerns. And maybe they’d even let him grow up and realize he COULD think for himself . . . Yeah, maybe. And maybe pigs would start flying too . . . What did he expect, though - nothing was going to change overnight. He just hoped his new reality wouldn’t take too long to sink into their brains.

They were halfway across the room, when Mel came screeching to halt right in front of Brian so unexpectedly that he almost tripped over her. “Michael? Is that you under there, Michael?” Mel asked, speaking to a masked brunet of about the right height wearing little leather boy shorts and a slave harness. “Michael! It IS you. What the hell are you wearing?”

“Don’t ask,” Michael replied, finally turning to look at his friends a little bashfully.

“Hi there,” a large, stocky blond Dom said from his position right next to Michael. “Dale Wexler. And you must be Brian Kinney. Nice to meet you, Brian. Ted’s told me a lot about you.” Dale held out a hand to Brian, which he accepted after shifting Gus a little so he had one free arm. “Ted and I are old friends - went to college together, in fact. And he said that if I was lucky, I could get your new ad agency to take me on as one of your first clients. Any interest?”

“Of course. I’m always interested in making more money. Although I’m not quite up and running yet. But I’ll have Ted get me your contact information as soon as my new agency is open for business.” Brian answered, thrilled to have a client in the bag already.

“So, how do you and Michael know each other, Mr. Wexler?” Mel asked, eyeing the chain and leash attached to the handcuffs around Michael’s wrists with lurid curiosity.

“Oh, Ted introduced us, of course. Didn’t he, Dumpling,” Dale said and gently caressed the side of Michael’s face with the back of his hand in an incongruously tender gesture. “Ted asked me to come tonight and promised to introduce me to someone he said would be perfect for me. And so far, I think he was more than right. Dumpling and I are getting on swimmingly. What do you say, huh, Dumpling?”

“Yes, Master,” Michael replied obediently. Of course, then he ruined it all by looking up at Brian, who he realized was finally alone without the blond growth which he’d apparently grown over the summer, and started in on his usual diatribe. “Brian. I really do need to talk to you. Thank fuck that the blond brat isn’t here for once . . .” *Arrrggghhhh* Michael’s speech tapered off with a groan.

“Now, Dumpling, we’ve talked about that, remember? You are not allowed to whine. Or bother Brian. Or talk badly about Justin. You know better,” Dale reprimanded, and then turned to the other people looking at them with questions in their eyes. “Besides running my own business, and of course the bondage thing, one of my other hobbies is breeding and training dogs. I’m a huge believer in the efficacy of clicker training, you know. I’ve seen it do wonders with even some of the most stubborn bitches. However, when I’m training people, I find one of these works better,” Dale held up the remote control for all to see and then clicked it briefly in demonstration, causing Michael to whimper and drop to his knees. “Ted warned me that our little Dumpling had a bit of a one-track mind when it came to YOU, Brian, so I came prepared tonight. I think Dumpling is coming along quite well, though. If you wanted, by the end of the night, I could probably have him jumping out of the pool and balancing a ball on his nose,” Dale added with a big belly laugh, helping Michael back up to his feet at the same time. “Just kidding, Dumpling,” he directed to his temporary sub with a smile. “Now, you can go ahead and talk to your friends for a little while, as long as you’re a good boy. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Michael intoned immediately, strangely pleased by the compliments his Master had given him and the many times he’d said that Michael was ‘coming along nicely’.

“Good Boy. Carry on.” Dale commanded and then moved away to continue talking with his own friends.

“What the fuck? Are you insane, Michael? When did you get into bondage?” Mel and Lindsey both started in on him right away as soon as Dale had left, not bothering to leave the man enough time to answer.

Michael didn’t care, though. He was too focused on Brian to care what the hell Dale had said. Perhaps now he would finally get a chance to talk to his Best Friend. “So, Brian, I’ve been wanting to talk to you all night, but you’ve been so busy. How are you? Really?”

“I’m fine, Mikey,” Brian responded, a little worried about his friend and these new associates, but also kind of liking that Ted had gone to such lengths to keep Michael busy for the night. “How about you, Mikey. You okay with all of this . . .”

“Oh. Yeah. It’s fine . . .” Michael tried to gesture nonchalantly but was hampered by the cuffs on his wrists and the chain linking them which was still held by his Master. “What I wanted to talk to you about, though, Brian, was all this stuff with you and that blond kid. I know you don’t believe me but I’ve been really worried about how all this is going to affect your reputation. You know? You should hear the shit some people have been saying about you. They think you’ve gone soft now and a couple of them were even saying shit, suggesting you're in a 'relationship' now. I know - it's totally crazy talk - but you really have to nip this stuff in the bud. You know how queers gossip. I tried telling everyone that that was all bull. That I was your Best Friend and . . .” *Aaaarrrrggghhh*

“Dumpling! I told you to behave. Here you are acting up again the second I turn my back. I’m not at all pleased,” Dale had, unbeknownst to Michael, come up behind him and clearly heard every word he’d been spouting to Brian.

“But, Brian, you really . . .” Michael tried to ignore the big Dom, so focused was he on ‘helping’ Brian that he just couldn’t stop himself. Of course, that ended with another *Aaarrrgggghhh* moment.

“Brian . . .” *Aarrgggghhh*

“Would you stop that already! I’m trying to talk to my Best Friend . . .” *Aarggghhhh*

“But I need to make sure Brian . . .” *Aaarrrrrggghhh*

“Brian . . .” *Aaaarrrrgggghh*

“Bri . . .”  *Aaarrrggghhh*

“B . . .” *Aaarrrggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*

That last zap had been at full blast on the highest setting and Dale let the sensation go on so long that Michael was back on his knees, cringing, his head dropping forward to roll listlessly from side to side as he just whimpered and moaned.

“Um, not that I wouldn’t appreciate the lack of whining that your little training method is supposed to ensure, but I’m not sure I’m okay with this . . .” Brian simply had to intervene - he had to know that Michael wasn’t being coerced into something against his will.

“Michael can always say no,” Dale was quick to reassure Brian. He immediately pushed the off button on the remote and looked down at the writhing mass of flesh that Michael had turned into. “Do you remember your safe word, Dumpling?”

“Yes, Master . . . I remember,” Michael said while panting to catch his breath.

“Tell me what it is, Dumpling.”

“Dingleberries,” Michael answered quietly.

“Good boy, Dumpling. Now, you remember to use that if you ever need to. Okay?” Dale ordered.

“Yes, Master.”

“See. No problem. I take my responsibilities as a Dom very seriously. I would never coerce someone against their will. And Dumpling here is perfectly safe. He just needs a little more training than most. In fact, I think I might have to make a bit of a project out of this one. I don’t think one night will be enough. I might have to take him home with me and keep him for a few weeks. Would you like that Dumpling?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good boy. Now, get up, Dumpling. I’m afraid that you were not very good just now. You purposefully defied me. And you know that you’ll have to be punished for that don’t you?” Dale’s voice had turned very forbidding. He reached into the pocket of the leather jacket he was wearing and pulled out something that Michael couldn’t see at first, moving so that he was rubbing up against the smaller man. “Open your mouth, Dumpling,” Dale said loud enough for only him to hear.

Michael reluctantly obeyed the order, knowing there was no use in arguing or complaining. It wasn’t like he didn’t secretly enjoy the attention and he WAS looking forward to the orgasms he had been promised later. So he didn’t balk even an instant when Dale placed a rubber ball between his lips, advising him to bite gently onto it. Michael waited obediently even as Dale fastened the strap attached to it tightly around the back of his head.

“That’s my good boy, Dumpling. Now, blink one time for yes and two times for no. Is that comfortable?” his Master asked.

Michael blinked once - it wasn’t uncomfortable at least.

“Very good. Now, we won’t have any more problems with that mouth, will we Dumpling” Michael blinked twice. “Come along, then. Ted said we were welcome to use the Passion Pit if we needed to and I think you and I need a little play time, Dumpling.” Dale started to gather up the leash attached to Michael’s cuffs. “It was really nice meeting all of you. Brian, we’ll be in touch. Good night, everyone.”

Dale moved off with Michael in tow behind him. The remainder of the night went exactly the same way. Dale asked questions that Michael could only blink or nod to answer. His cock continued to get deliciously tortured while Dale taught him some very interesting new games. He had yet to get to speak to Brian but that became less and less of a concern for the new sub as the night passed.  By the time he made it home at some undeterminable hour the next morning, all Michael had to show for his evening was an over-stimulated cock, a sore ass and a slight feeling of embarrassment that despite everything, he truly enjoyed his night of submission. Well, that, and a promise from his Master to do it all over again the following evening.

“Hey, Brian. I thought maybe you got lost,” Justin was very happy to see his man returning finally from seeing the Munchers and Gus off for the night.

“Nope. Just got a bit waylaid . . .” Brian was still reeling a little bit from the discovery that Michael - little Mikey that he’d known most of his life - seemed well on his way to becoming the newest BDSM convert in the family. “So, what did I miss?’

“Not much. I was just catching up with the guys,” Justin explained, as he wiggled around in Brian’s arms so that he was facing the rest of their friends again. “Dane was telling us about some job he’s working up on the bluffs. It sounds horrible. Somebody really should report those guys for all the safety violations. I can’t believe they won’t even pay for a simple harness system when they have you crawling around on roofs like that, Dane.”

“Yeah, well, what am I going to do about it? I need the job, you know?” Dane shrugged his large shoulders and looked resigned.

“Well, I think you should quit,” Brian offered, causing all eyes to zoom over onto him. “Because you’re too fucking smart and too good a writer to waste your time crawling on rooftops at minimum wage working for a bunch of losers who couldn’t give a crap about your safety.” Dane looked like he was about to protest, but Brian hurried on. “And, instead, you should come work for me as my newest copywriter.”

“What?” Dane was stunned by that last part. “You’re serious? But, I don’t have any experience with copywriting. Or a college degree for that matter.”

“Fuck the degree. I’ve read your writing - Mr. Blog Bitch - you’re a fucking poet, Dane. You can write better than half of the staff at Ryder’s regardless of their education level,” Brian was already planning in his mind everything that he could accomplish with the type of writing he knew Dane was capable of and it was going to be great. “And, since I’m starting my own agency, I’m going to need talented writers . . . What do you say? I’m sure I can pay you better than whatever you’re making working construction. With benefits. And I’ll even agree to pay for you to go back to school if that’s something you think you still need.”

“Shit, Dane. If you don’t take him up on it, I will,” Kerek punched his stupefied partner in the arm to get his attention.

“Um . . . uh . . . Fuck! Of course I’ll fucking do it! Thanks, Brian. This is . . . just so unexpected. But, hell yes. I would love to write for a living. So, yeah, definitely. When can I start?”

“How about the Tuesday after Labor Day? That soon enough for you?” Brian offered. “I should have a line on some office space by then, but if not we can always work out of my loft for a week or two - as long as that’s okay with my roommate?” Brian looked down and saw Justin beaming up at him with that glorious sunshine smile and nodding, so he knew it was okay. “And I think I just got us our first client tonight. So, we’re good to go.”

“Hell, yes! I’m going to be a writer!” Dane was so pumped he grabbed Kerek around the shorter man’s waist, lifted him up and spun the two of them around in delirious circles for a good minute until Kerek kissed him so thoroughly that Dane forgot to spin and instead just stood there kissing.

“Oh, and that reminds me,” Brian added, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a business card. “Here, Paal. This is the guy I work with for models when I need them for my ads. I talked to him earlier this week and he said he had a job that you’d be perfect for. I think you could probably talk him into keeping you on contract with his agency, if you play it right. That way, when I need you myself, I’ll know you’re available. If that’s okay with you, of course.”

“Thank you, Brian. That would be wonderful! I could use the work, although Campbell HAS been taking very good care of me. I would not mind having something to occupy my time while he is at work himself,” Paal accepted the card and handed it immediately to Campbell for safe keeping. “Did I tell you that Campbell has gone back to work for his father’s company? He had been taking a bit of time off - his father says he was sowing his wild oats - but since his father is wanting to retire soon, Campbell had to go back. And since he is gone for most of the day, I would be very happy to be working myself. Also, it would give me a good excuse not to have to visit my mother as often as she has been demanding.”

The whole group laughed at that little confession, and Paal actually blushed a little. But it was all good. And it was good to know that their friend truly was happily settled and being taken care of by his new Dom partner.

That left only one of their crew that was still not substantially better off than he had been prior to their summer together.

Justin turned towards Malik, who was still congratulating Dane on his new job. “Mal, Brian and I talked about it and we decided that you probably wouldn’t want a job with his company - cause, what’s a physical therapist supposed to do at an ad agency, right? But we still want to do something for you. And, I’m not going to need most of my money right away, you know - except for paying for college and some for living expenses, it’ll all just be sitting there until I graduate, sooooo . . .”

“Hey. Justin. Stop. I don’t need your money, man. I’m fine. I’ve already started back at my job and my Mom is thrilled to have me back under her wing while I’m living there,” Malik tried to deflect all the attention that both Justin and Brian were now directing his way.

“It’s not that you NEED it. But we still want to do something,” Brian stepped in to add his two cents. “And, let’s face it - without you and your Twinkie Words of Wisdom, I would have probably fucked up at least three or four times this summer and Sunshine would have killed me long before now. So, basically, we figure we owe you this.”

“Not to mention the fact that you took the fall for me over that whole thing with Dino and Daniel’s drugs,” Justin insisted. “Fuck, Mal. Without you I would have been out on my ass, fucking homeless and broke. So, you’re just going to have to shut the fuck up and accept our help. I’m not going to take no for an answer!”

“What Sunshine is trying to propose, Malik,” Brian intervened, before the twinks could argue anymore, “Is that we’d like to loan you the money you need to buy out that practice you were telling Justin about. We’ll do it at some ridiculously low interest rate and you can take your time paying us back. But at least you won’t be stuck working at that facility you hate for another five years before you get your chance at another opportunity like this.”

“Wow!” Malik looked at the two men who were watching him intently and waiting for his answer. “Wow. I’m just really touched that you guys would . . .” Mal noticed that Justin’s face started to fall and the sunshiney smile slipped just a bit when he started to decline their charitable offer. He hated that. He really couldn’t stand to disappoint that cute little blond Cupcake . . . “Oh, fuck it! Of course I’ll take your fucking loan, you two. Damn. How could I refuse with that sad look Cupcake was throwing me. Shit, Justin.”

“Yay! This is going to be great, Mal. You’ll see. You’ll be able to get your own practice and be making tons of money and we’ll have our Threesome Thursdays and it’ll be perfect!” Justin was already kissing Malik enthusiastically as his own special way of sealing the deal - fuck the traditional handshake!

Brian was watching with amusement as Justin and Malik’s little celebration started to turn a little bit more passionate. He was also privately wondering if he would have to move his twinks along to a more secluded location so that they could carry on with their makeout session somewhere that Justin’s mother wasn’t. Brian could see Jennifer, who was still talking to Debbie and Vic a few meters away, giving the situation a worried glance every ten seconds or so. Justin was currently oblivious to the problem, but Brian didn’t want his Sunshine’s newfound alliance with his mother to be shot all to hell so soon. Before he was able to make a decision about what to do, though, Brian’s musings were interrupted by a short, curly haired brunette that popped up by his elbow.

“So, you’re really not upset about THAT?” Daphne asked, pointing towards the twinkie tongue twisting going on in front of them. “Cause, that’s incredibly fucking hot and if he were my boyfriend it would drive me insane.”

“The fact that it IS so hot is why I don’t mind. Well, that and the fact that I’m going to get in the middle of that twinkie hotness - hopefully before the night is over. So, no. I’m not upset. In fact, I’m pretty turned on right now.” Brian explained with a smirk for the nosy little fag hag.

“Cool. Just checking,” Daphne replied with an impish grin. “Justin and I have always had each other’s backs you know. So I’m sort of obligated to test any potential love interests or sexual partners he might have. But, since it looks like you’ll pass, welcome to the club, Brian.”

“Thanks. I think . . .”

“Ladies and Gentlemen! Can I have your attention please! Sorry to interrupt, but it’s time to move on with the rest of the night’s festivities,” Ted’s announcement, amplified by the portable mic they’d set up for the night, interrupted Brian before he could take Daphne to task for his little ‘test’. “Just one more announcement though before we set you free for one last night of ‘Games’. As you all know the producers of the Summer of Sin have set up a special trust fund to help take care of the rehab costs for our fallen House Boy, Daniel. I spoke with Daniel’s brother, Richard, just this morning. Daniel sends his best wishes and his congratulations to our Winners, Brian and Justin. From what I understand, Daniel will have a long, hard recovery that probably won’t be covered fully by his insurance. His family has asked for whatever help we can give them to help defray some of the costs. So, if you’re interested in contributing anything to help out, there’s a link to the fund on the website or the Residence’s servants would be happy to take your personal donations tonight.”

After the uproar of comments over that request died down, Ted continued. “And now, without any further delay, I’m happy to invite you all to join the House Boys in one last set of games to celebrate our Summer Of Sin. Gentlemen, if you’ll lead the way outside to the patio, please. And welcome, all, to our Summer of Sin Arcade!”

Venturing outside threw Brian back into House Boy mode. The patio was set up almost like it would have been a few weeks ago when they were all still there participating in the daily Challenges - only more so. He wasn’t sure that was a good thing though. He found himself checking to make sure he was still wearing clothing just to reassure himself that he really hadn’t fallen into a time warp and been transported back to the beginning of the summer.

Looking around, Brian saw that the whole of the large patio and a good portion of the lawns of the Residence were lit up and decorated as if they were part of a huge carnival. There were booths and arcade games set up on the patio. There was a huge circus tent on the far part of the lawn. There were even Drag Queen Carnival Hostesses circulating among the attractions to help the guests find their way. It was totally over the top. And very, very gay!

“Shit! This is really crazy!” Justin’s comment echoed Brian’s own thoughts. “Ted went a little overboard, don’t you think?”

“No? Ya think?” Brian snorted as one of the Drag Queen Hostesses came up to them and waved her large yellow feather fan in their faces. “Come on, Sunshine. Let’s find the least horrible game and get this party started. Then we can maybe disappear for a little while without being noticed?”

Brian towed his blond over to the first arcade booth they came to - The Whack-a-Dick game. This appeared to be your classic Whack-a-Mole game modified so that, in place of the usual ugly little plastic mole creatures that would normally pop up at random through the holes in the top of the game console, you instead were confronted by a series of neon colored dildos. The object of the game was to ‘whack’ at the dildos with a punishment paddle. Brian and Justin both found spots at adjoining ‘Whacking Stations’. Brian got a paddle that said ‘XOXO’ on it’s red leather stock. Justin’s had the word ‘Slave’. They looked at each other, shook their heads and then both pushed the activation button for their individual games.

Brian diligently whacked away at the dildos popping up in front of him but he wasn’t really trying that hard. Justin, on the other hand, being the overachiever that he was, was whacking away for all he was worth. Daphne, who’d come up on Justin’s other side was actually helping him by spotting the board and pointing out upcoming dildos ready for whacking. Together the team of Sunshine and FagHag managed to get a quite impressive score. The electronic readout over the top of their game read almost four times as high as Brian’s pitiful attempt. Predictably, Justin crowed over that triumph, loudly, until one of the Hostesses came up to him to help him pick out his prize. Brian apparently didn’t score high enough on this pass to even qualify for one of the cheap-ass Made-in-China toys dangling from the ceiling of the booth. Justin however, was allowed to pick out a rather large, glaringly-yellow, plush, novelty Condom Man.

With a playful grin, Justin handed the awful thing, complete with heart-shaped eyes and an over-large smile to Brian, telling him he’d won it for ‘His Date’. Brian was just about to practice his own ‘Whacking’ by hitting the boy over the head with the damn thing when he noticed both Debbie and Jennifer smiling at him dreamily. With a put upon sigh, Brian stuffed the thing under his arm and then towed his annoying blond brat off. Hopefully to someplace far enough away from matronly influences that he wouldn’t be constrained if he felt like smacking the insolent little imp.

The next game they came to happened to be a variation on the game Skeeball. Only, in the Summer of Sin incorporation of the game, the ‘hole’s were all accentuated with drawings of plump assess around them. Brian had played this game a few times as a kid so he thought he would pass muster here - at least better than he had done with the whacking game. Again, he and Justin lined up side by side in front of a pair of the skeeball machines. And, again, Justin kicked Brian’s ass at the game. Brian went through his original five balls pretty quickly and was done. But when he turned to see how Justin was doing, he noticed that the boy had more than eight balls lined up in the feeder shoot waiting for him.

“How the fuck did you get more balls than me?” Brian demanded, thinking maybe his game had been broken.

“If your score is high enough, you get additional balls. Justin’s really good at this game. We used to play it for hours when we were kids,” Daphne informed Brian so as not to force Justin to break his concentration in mid-game. “I once saw Justin play a game of skeeball for over twenty minutes. He just kept getting more and more bonus balls until finally the manager of the arcade kicked him off. It was great. He won me this huge big purple teddy bear taller than me!”

Brian didn’t say anything after that. Ten minutes later, Justin finally ran out of balls and was rewarded with another prize - this one a ‘life-size’ soft latex ass - which he again gave to Brian.

Justin had the same uncanny luck when they moved on to the Cock Ring Toss game. Although, that time, Brian was sure that the Drag Queen who was wearing the strap on that Justin was supposed to have tossed the rings around was helping the boy out by pointing his large purple dildo wherever the boy threw the rings. That didn’t change the outcome, however, and Brian ended up with another toy - this one a four and a half foot tall plush penis with a bright fuschia pink head.

It wasn’t long before Justin and Brian started to gain a following as they progressed from one arcade game to the next. Justin was pretty much a ringer at every game he attempted. He half-apologized when he beat Brian for the fourth time running, explaining that he’d never been any good at real sports so he’d worked hard to master this type of game instead. He’d developed really amazing hand-eye coordination as a result. Brian didn’t even want to know how many hours the boy had spent on this crap. And he sure as hell would not be playing against the boy on any video games any time soon.

By the fifth booth they went to, Justin had a very vocal fan base watching and cheering him on. He continued to win prize after dorky prize. Before long, Brian had his hands full. The toys that Justin was winning - and then presenting to ‘His Man’ - eventually included a plush toy penis-man bearing the statement ‘I’m The Best’ on the shaft of his dick/body, a pair of penis slippers. a penis slinky keychain, a set of penis straws, a penis pacifier and - worst of all as far as Brian was concerned - a pair of Groucho Marx type plastic glasses with a penis where the nose should have been. Brian drew the line however when his phenom boy tried to give him a fluffy pink headband with two penis protrusions pointing up like horns. Luckily Daphne was more than happy to accept that particular toy as her due.

The only game that Brian did better at than Justin was Butthole Bingo, which was only because he got a better card than Justin and the guy who was shooting the balls out of his ass got tired before Justin’s card was full.

“Awwww. Isn’t that cute - Justin winning all those prizes to woo you with, Big Guy,” Kerek commented irreverently, eyeing the armful of toys Brian was now toting around.

Brian, who just happened to have the lovely and oh-so-tacky penis pacifier in his hand at that moment, immediately popped the thing into Kerek’s big fat mouth, effectively shutting him up. “You’re just jealous because that big bumbling oaf following you around is all thumbs!” Brian replied with uncharacteristic playfulness. “Besides there’s no WOOING going on. Justin’s already got ‘dibs’ on my cock whenever he wants it. What more does he need?” Kerek’s mocking laughter nevertheless seeped out around the edges of the pacifier and irked Brian just a bit.

Spotting Daphne at the Claw Machine - this one, in keeping with the Summer of Sin theme, being filled with condoms, dildos, and other sex toys - as she was busy trying to grapple onto a particularly large neon purple dildo, Brian rushed over, pulled her away from the Claw controls and dumped all his toys into her arms.

“Go, do something with all this crap,” he ordered. “Burn it. Sell it on ebay. Adorn your little teenaged drama queen room with it. I don’t care. I just don’t want to see another novelty penis ever again - which is really a sad thing to have to say, isn’t it.”

“But, Brian . . .” Daphne juggled the many items, dropping a couple since her arms were nowhere near as long as Brian’s, “Justin won them for YOU. Won’t he be pissed if you get rid of everything?”

“Justin doesn’t need a fake four-foot tall pink dick - he’s got my perfectly functional nine-and-a-half inch cock to play with,” Brian snapped, looking around and then happily zeroing in on the very boy in question. “And, speaking of which, I think my cock is overdue for some playing with. Later, Daphne.”

Brian sauntered over to stand behind the best prize he’d won all summer, watching over the boy’s shoulder as Justin expertly maneuvered the controls on the ‘Coin Dozer’ game that had been filled with condoms, cockrings, and other inappropriate little sex toys rather than your standard fare of arcade tokens. The little bucket the kid had placed beneath the slot where his winnings poured out was almost full to the brim already. Brian slid his hands around the boy’s slim hips and tugged them closer to his own, eliciting a small moan of pleasure and causing Justin to be just distracted enough that he didn’t get that sparkly rhinestone dog collar he’d been trying for. Of course, he had Brian’s sensuous warm body rubbing up against him now - which was more than enough compensation for losing out on that silly little toy.

“Hey there, Arcade Wizard! I think you promised me a blow job about two hours ago. Are you going to come through or am I going to have to punish you for this, too?” Brian whispered into the thick blond tresses next to the little game prodigy’s ear.

“I DID promise to blow you, didn’t I? Sorry about that. I think I will definitely need to be punished for neglecting you for so long. But, I’m sure we can remedy the situation somehow.” Justin looked around and noticed that, for the moment at least, they were almost alone, with no family or friends in sight. “It looks like the coast is clear . . .”

“Care for one last Pounding in the Passion Pit, Sunshine?” Brian proposed. “For old-times’ sake?”

“Brilliant idea, Brian. Really brilliant. That’s why we get along so well - cause you always have such truly great ideas.” Justin had wiggled around in Brian’s arms so he was now facing the taller man, allowing Brian to see the gorgeous smile that was more brilliant than anything else in Brian’s world. “Lead the way . . .”

“Hey, guys, check this out. These two just NEVER seem to get enough,” Scott called over another of the Residence’s staff to where he’d been sitting monitoring the cameras while doing his stint on security detail.

Two of the other servants came ambling over, followed by Malik, who’d been chatting with them. Looking over Scott’s shoulders, he could see that the monitor had one window enlarged - which was currently displaying an image of the Passion Pit down in the basement. What had drawn Scott’s attention, was the fact that the Pit now had two gorgeous occupants  - one tall, dark and handsome with a streamlined muscularity and devilish sexuality, and the other who was smaller, but no less perfectly formed, with a halo of blond hair and an angelic smile. What was even better, was that these two long-time favorites of the house were already stripped to their skivvies and well on their way to some hot and heavy man-on-man action.

It looked like the Summer of Sin wasn’t completely over just yet.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Scott asked as Malik slapped him on the shoulder and started to walk off.

“To join them, of course! I definitely want in on THAT!” Mal replied as he trotted off with an enormous grin on his face that now matched the enormous boner in his pants. As he raced past a group of other former House Boys, the gleam in Malik’s eyes got instantaneously brighter. “Hey, Paal. Campbell. Follow me!” A minute later they also had Kerek and Dane in tow. And, finally, as they neared the stairs, where Malik saw Adrien and Emmett talking, the stocky little Chocolate Twinkie slipped his arms through the crook of Emmett’s left elbow and Adrien’s right elbow and simply pulled them along as well.

When Malik’s little Pied-Piper Parade finally came through the door of the Passion Pit, Brian and Justin barely even looked up. They were too involved, apparently, in trying to see which of them could shove their tongue further down the other’s throat. The sight brought back all sorts of delicious memories for Mal. He practically pounced on the big purple velvet bed, landing all sprawled out right alongside Justin.

“Hey hot bodies! Care for some company,” Malik suggested as he finally captured the amorous couple’s attention.

“There’s always room for you, Mal!” Justin replied enthusiastically, quickly rolling over on his side so he could apply his full attention to unbuttoning Malik’s shirt between kisses to Malik’s full, sensual, kissable lips. “But this is a naked-only party, and you have WAY too many clothes on.”

“I concur with both of Sunshine’s statements. Of course you’re welcome to join us. And, of course, you should be naked too,” Brian moved so that he could help with the removal of Mal’s pants while Justin was working on the shirt. “The more, the merrier! Right?”

“I’m so glad you feel that way, Brian,” Mal was grinning again - that bright white, wide-lipped grin that made his dark face light up so beautifully. “Because things are about to get very, very merry . . .”

“Hey you guys! Scoot over and stop hogging the whole bed already!” Brian looked over his shoulder just in time to see what was coming and shift a little to the left before Dane literally threw Kerek down onto the bed next to them.

“When you said ‘some company’, Malik, did you mean that you were bringing the whole party down here?” Brian asked snarkily as he yanked down Mal’s pants a little roughly. “They won’t ALL fit on the bed, you know.”

“That’s okay, Bri. We’ll use the chair,” replied a voice that Brian knew far too well.

Brian sat up on his knees and looked over to the corner of the room where there was a far-too-familiar back sitting astraddle a pair of legs that were poking out from where their owner was seated on the one chair in the room. As he watched, the shirt that had been adorning the familiar back was pulled off and Brian could see the long torso and back of a head covered with sandy brown hair that went along with the familiar voice. It looked like the whole party really was invading.

"Emmy Lou? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I do not remember YOU being locked in here with the rest of us all summer. What the fuck are you doing at this little reunion?" Brian asked, putting a name to the other familiar body parts.

"Can't I be an honorary House Boy, just for tonight?" Emmett asked flippantly. "Besides, I was invited by someone who DOES belong in your reunion crew. So there, Mr. Kinney!"

"Hey, chill, dude!" Adrian's scruffily bearded face finally peeked around Em's larger body - proving that he was the owner of the unidentified legs sticking out from under Emmett. "You did say 'the more, the merrier', right? And Fetch is about as merry as they get, man!"

Brian didn't feel that any further response was warranted. They were right. Because the primary rule of any orgy - which was what this appeared to be turning into - was that the more bodies you had the more orgy you had. So, if Emmett wanted to stay and play, who was Brian to complain? And anyway, he had his own hands full already with the two randy little Twinks whose hands were busy exploring every single part of his body right at that moment.

"The bed does look a little bit crowded, Cub," Brian vaguely registered Campbell's big booming Leather Daddy voice coming from the left side of the bed, and smiled, knowing that their House Boy reunion must now be complete. "Luckily, there still seems to be this nice open stretch of wall over here that we can use." There followed a thudding sound as a body was apparently pushed rather forcefully against wall. "Good boy, Cub. Keep your hands right there. That's perfect - don't move. I want you just like that, with your pretty Persian Boy ass displayed just like that while I fuck you. You don't know how many times I wanted to join you boys down here while I was supposed to be working . . ." Paal's only answer was a gut-deep moaning that Brian surmised meant good things were happening for his Indian friend.

Meanwhile, Brian's attention was refocused on his own situation, as the Twinkie Twosome began to turn up the heat in their own little piece of this orgy.

"Sooooo. THIS is where everyone's at? You guys do know that the party is outside, which is where all of you ‘security’ staff are supposed to be,” said Ted as he came in through the big sliding glass doors from the patio. "I'm pretty sure I’m paying you guys to be outside watching the guests for me, not huddled in here watching something on my computers. What's going on?”

"Sorry, Boss. I guess we got a little distracted," Scott, who was the one sitting directly in front of the computer monitor, replied on everyone’s behalf. “I don’t think you’ll mind though when you see what we’re watching . . . In fact, I think you’re going to be very pleased with the footage you’ll be getting for your End of The Summer Party Tape.”

Ted moved over to stand behind Scott, elbowing a couple of the other Residence staff out of the way in the process. What he saw on the screen did indeed please him. A lot. The monitor was currently showing live feed from downstairs in the the Passion Pit where it seemed all of his House Boys were gathered for one last, big, sex-filled hurrah.

“They’re at it AGAIN? Wow! This is definitely going up on the site first thing tomorrow morning. Fuck! I’m going to be soooooooo rich,” Ted exclaimed as he gaped at the impromptu orgy that his cameras were getting every detail of.

Instead of rousting the staff to go back out to the party, Ted ended up joining them in front of the computer monitors. When the press of bodies watching the action on the small computer screen started to get too tight, Scott suggested switching the feed over to the big screen television. Everyone loved that idea, because it not only meant they’d be able to see better, but they could also get comfortable on the couch. The only downside to this idea was that, once the scene was playing out on the big screen, even more of the party-goers were attracted to this new entertainment, and most of them ended up staying to watch as well. Before long, the crowd inside in front of the TV was bigger than the crowd outside at the Arcade.

“Sorry. Oops, sorry. Excuse me. Sorry,” Ted was momentarily distracted from watching Campbell as he rearranged a very limber Paal into a rather interesting pose that involved one of the tall thin man’s legs being propped up on the wall in front of him so that he was standing on one leg and doing a sort of vertical splits . . .  WHILE Campbell was fucking him. “Hey, could you scoot over a bit, please,” asked the petite, coffee-and-cream-skinned black girl who was trying to force open  a spot for herself on the couch next to Ted. “Please? I’m too short to see from the back.” Ted shook his head at the audacity of the girl, who he now recognized as Justin’s Fag Hag, but did make room.

Daphne happily seated herself next to Ted and genially offered him some of the popcorn she’d brought to snack on while she enjoyed the show. “Shit. That guy is really bendy, isn’t he?” Daphne commented with a mouth full of half-masticated popcorn, tipping her head to the side so she could look at the images from a better angle. “I had no idea that was even possible. Who knew porn could be so educational!”

Ted chuckled but couldn’t disagree with the girl. Even HE was learning a few things tonight.

“Hey, Vic. I found him” Debbie’s raucous voice pierced through Ted’s concentration a few minutes later. “Ted, Honey! We were going to head out . . .” Deb’s voice faded off as she saw what everyone was looking at. It didn’t take more than sixty seconds before she too got sucked into the action and perched one bounteous butt cheek on the arm of the couch so that she’d be more comfy while she joined the group.

Nobody even noticed when, exactly, Jennifer Taylor happened into the room and discovered the keynote attraction that was drawing everyone’s attention. It wasn’t until they heard her affronted gasp - right about the time the camera, currently being expertly operated by Scott over at the computer console - zoomed in for a close up on Justin’s ecstatic and lust filled face.

‘OH! Jennifer, Honey,” Debbie jumped up and tried to use her body to screen the woman’s view of her son’s rather explicit antics. “I appreciate the way you’re trying so hard to embrace your son’s lifestyle and re-educated yourself about gay culture. I really do. But . . . I don’t think you’re ready for THIS much culture, Dear . . .” Debbie took the shocked woman by the elbow and started to lead her away from the television. “Actually, I’m not sure I’M ready for THAT much gay culture myself. I think, maybe, it’s time for us to head home . . .”

“But . . . But . . . But, Justin . . .” Jennifer had lost pretty much all her WASPish poise by this point and was reduced to a stuttering mess. Finally, she managed a full sentence. “I came with Daphne.” And she pointed towards the young woman contentedly ensconced in the middle of the big couch full of mostly gay men.

“I’m sure she’ll find a ride. Now, let’s get you home, Honey. By tomorrow, you’ll have figured out how to pretend you never saw this and by the next time you talk to Justin you’ll be just fine. I promise,” Debbie reassured her as she and Vic led a still gaping Jennifer out through the front door.

Back down in the Passion Pit, the boys were blissfully unaware of their large and spellbound audience. However, considering how involved they were, it was likely they wouldn’t have cared even if they had known they were being watched. Most especially not Brian Kinney, who’d always rather liked public sex anyway.

Right then, he was really too busy anyway. The twinks had taken control of their little threesome and sorted things out, this time directing Brian as well. Malik was currently lying flat on his back with Justin sitting about midway down his chest facing Mal, with one leg tucked up on each side of his nicely formed, compact torso. This meant that the Cupcake was perfectly placed to allow Mal to suck on his pretty pink cock. Brian had been ordered to straddle Mal’s body a little lower down, where he could not only get access to fuck Justin from behind, but could play with Mal’s very insistent cock, which continually jumped up and twitched away below Brian’s crotch. It was a very cozy and organized arrangement.

Kerek was lying side by side with Malik, their heads close together but their bodies angled away in a wide ‘V’. Dane was situated between Kerek’s thighs - sitting about even with Brian - with his partner’s long, leanly-muscled legs butterflied around his waist. Because of this placement, Kerek was able to turn his head to the right and reach Malik’s lips with his own without much effort whenever Mal took a break from blowing the blond boy above him. Justin was also occasionally drawn into the kissing with one or both of the men, snaking his supple body down so that he was bent almost in half to reach the lips he wanted - which at the same time gave Brian a new and even more stimulating angle for his endeavors. And the two Tops also found time every so often to lean in and lip lock for a bit. It was a complex but very, very satisfying arrangement.

The lust levels on the bed were augmented by the libidinous noises emanating from the other two couples in the room. Emmett was now half-way through riding Adrien’s cock over on the right side of the room - his boisterous Southern colloquialisms during sex (Pound me with that Baby Dill Pickle, Honey!) providing everyone a laugh every so often. Brian wasn’t really sure what Campbell and Paal were trying to accomplish over on his left, unless maybe they were trying to work through the entire gay Kama Sutra in one fuck. Whatever it was, though, was definitely adding to the fervent aphrodisia in the room as their rhythmic grunts and moans engendered echoes from all the rest of them.

At one point, Brian paused for a moment and surveyed the entirety of the scene. This was good. It was fun and rowdy and sexy and at the same time felt so fucking friendly. It was the perfect representation of everything that the Summer of Sin had come to mean to him. He had his newfound partner - his Sunshine - and felt reasonably confident that they would be able to work out that love thing they’d started. But he also had all these new friends who seemed, for the most part, to mesh with his old friends better than he’d ever expected. And he was in the middle of having some of the best sex of his life.

It REALLY didn’t get better than this!

‘Okay, Gentlemen!” Brian announced loudly enough to be heard over all the grunting and groaning. “What do you say we end this summer with a HUGE FUCKING BANG!” There were muffled cheers and murmurs of agreement from all directions. Brian quickly assessed each grouping and was rather pleased that they all seemed to be at just about the right stage for what he envisioned. “Good boys! Now, everybody get yourselves ready. I want a veritable symphony of sex here, guys. I want us to have the very first nine-way orgasm ever in recorded history. I know you can do this. It will be the most spectacular end to this Summer of Sin imaginable. So, come on. Everyone get ready . . .”

Redoubling his own efforts at the same time as he’d been giving his little pep talk, Brian picked up his pounding pace, slamming into Justin frantically, and stroking Mal’s very hard cock at the same time. All around him he could feel the energy levels of the other fuckers and fuckees ramping up as well. You could practically see an aura of sex in the air. They were all feeding off each other - the smell of sex and the cacophonous noises of their various couplings all combining to add to the necessary psychological element of this extraordinary gathering. And Brian, the consummate Erotic Maistro, felt like he was somehow pulling all the strings - in charge of all of them - and guiding them to the inevitable conclusion.

When the pounding, throbbing, pulsing neediness in the atmosphere of the Passion Pit reached the perfect level, Brian could just sense it somehow. He knew it was time. He knew that he could orchestrate this one exquisite, perfect moment and that they would all fall at his feet like dominoes as soon as he called out the order. It was a heady feeling. It was the ultimate control fantasy. And it was all Brian’s!

“Gentlemen, it’s been a pleasure fucking with you all summer! Now, on my count,” Brian announced with an almost grave air. “Three . . . Two . . . One . . . FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!”

*FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!* Screamed out eight other voices as, one by one, the entire roomful of men reached their respective climaxes and the grunting and groaning and moaning and cursing was immediately followed by that bitter tang of sex-scents as each of the House Boys along with their partners came in one huge, quivering, wanton cascade of cum.

Brian wasn’t the only one to collapse in a heap on top of his partners after that. There was a momentary lull in the room as all nine of them took the time to pant and huff and try to regain their breath. The peace of the Passion Pit was disrupted though as a distant din of riotous applause and cheering seeped down the stairs and into the room from the viewing audience up in the Greatroom. Brian looked over at Justin’s beautiful, shameless and cum streaked face and they both broke out into gales of laughter. In no time, they were joined by seven other men who were all now piled together in a naked jumble on the big bed as the friendly, comfortable and love-filled laughter took them all over.

Yep. This was a summer that Brian Kinney would NEVER forget!

IT'S DONE! IT'S POSTED! THE SUMMER OF SIN IS OFFICIALLY OVER!