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its sheets.  Rope was coiled at each corner of the bed.  The walls were covered with thick black cloth to muffle any noises the guy might make, even though heā€™d be gagged.  Anā€™ a video camera was set up in a corner on a tripod, ready to start tapinā€™.  It looked...creepy.

I nodded to the ropes anā€™ asked, ā€œWhatā€™s that for?ā€

ā€œSee how things go,ā€ said Lenny.  ā€œI might want to -- oh, make use of him, myself, when youā€™re done.  In an oral manner.ā€

I just shook my head.  Then Lenny took me back in the livinā€™ room anā€™ showed me the camera by the front door.  It was set up on a tripod behind some plants -- Ficus?  Rubber?  I never can tell -- anā€™ it took in the whole room.  You had to look hard to see it.  It made me feel even creepier.

ā€œWas that here the other night?ā€ I asked him.

Lenny shook his head maybe a little too fast anā€™ said, ā€œNo, of course not.  Donā€™t you remember how dark it was?  Not enough light to shoot by.ā€

I didnā€™t really believe him, but I wasnā€™t gonna screw things up by beinā€™ a dick about it.  Not now.  I could always find out later.

Then Lenny showed me a pair of handcuffs heā€™d bought at some leather shop.  They werenā€™t the best lookinā€™ pair Iā€™d ever seen; fact is, I figure he got ripped off on ā€˜em.  They wouldnā€™t hold nobody who didnā€™t want to be held.  Not for long, anyways.  Didnā€™t matter; I wasnā€™t planninā€™ on usinā€™ handcuffs, anyway.

ā€œWhatā€™re you going to use?ā€ he asked, after I told him.

ā€œThese.ā€  I showed him some thick plastic strips with a tiny loop on one end.  The dykes I worked for used ā€˜em to tie their oversized trash bags anā€™ cops used somethinā€™ like ā€˜em, now, instead of handcuffs.  ā€œThey work lots better.ā€

He nodded, just like a monkey in heat.  Freak.

Through all of this, Wayneā€™d only shown his head once, at the top of the stairs.  Anā€™ that was just to shake it at us, in disgust, anā€™ say, ā€œThis isnā€™t right.ā€

ā€œGo back to your room, Wayne,ā€ said Lenny, ā€œand maybe Iā€™ll let you watch the video once weā€™re done.  Unless youā€™d care to join us once everythingā€™s -- oh, underway?  I have the rope ready.ā€

ā€œDonā€™t be disgusting,ā€ he snapped back as he glared at me.  ā€œYouā€™re going to jail, you know.  And Iā€™ll laugh at you the whole time youā€™re in.ā€

Man, talk about a pathetic line; Wayne was so full of shit with his ā€œholier than thouā€ garbage.  If somebody donā€™t want you to do something wrong, they stop you.  Plain anā€™ simple.  They donā€™t watch you make your plans to call up some guy anā€™ bullshit him into cominā€™ over to make a couple hundred just so you can get hold of him anā€™ then just say, ā€œBut itā€™s not right.ā€  Fuck that.  Deep down, he wanted to do it as much as Lenny did; he just didnā€™t have the balls to admit it.  So heā€™s givinā€™ himself this weasely little out, where he can honestly say, ā€œI told ā€˜em not to.ā€  Anā€™ since it ainā€™t a crime to prevent a crime or report one in California, he could probably of got off.

So I looked straight at him anā€™ told him flat out, ā€œIt donā€™t matter if you get the fuck out or you stay in your room, somethinā€™ goes wrong Iā€™ll tell people you was in with us all the way, tā€™night.ā€

That way, if he pulled anything, if he told anybody, heā€™d go inside, too.  Then Iā€™d make damn sure his balls got cut off anā€™ jammed up his ass by some big stinkinā€™ uncut Nazi fucker.  That shut him the fuck up...but he gave me that look, the one that creeped me all over.  I eyed him, right back; neither one of us said anything, but I had the bells ringinā€™ in my brain, again.  I think he saw my face grabbinā€™ a wary look, so he just sneered anā€™ disappeared back up the stairs.

Fuckinā€™ Wayne.  What the fuck was he up to?  Were both these cameras really connected to his bedroom TV so he could watch?  Was he gonna direct this thing from his little ā€œsafeā€ room like you do some TV game show?  ā€œFuck the boy for a prize?ā€  Or was he planninā€™ somethinā€™ even kinkier?  I couldnā€™t tell, anā€™ that made me worry.

But then I noticed it was six anā€™ Lenny was callinā€™ the guy up to get his details.  Short dark hair -- good.  Blue eyes -- donā€™t remember what color Anthonyā€™s were.  Frat boy -- right look.  Lifts weights, but not too much ā€˜cause he donā€™t want his muscles to get too tight -- heā€™d still be easy to handle.  His girlfriendā€™s out of town anā€™ thatā€™s why heā€™s horny.  Total bullshit, but Lenny swallowed it whole anā€™ gave the stud his address.

ā€œHeā€™ll be here in an hour,ā€ he said as he hung up.  He was almost gigglinā€™, he was so into it.

ā€œGet hold of it, Lenny,ā€ I said, ā€œor youā€™ll fuck it up.  Just remember, Iā€™m doinā€™ the job; youā€™re runninā€™ the camera.  Thatā€™s all till Iā€™m done.  Got it?ā€

He nodded like a monkey in heat, again.  Anā€™ just a little too quick.

Lenny anā€™ Wayne, thereā€™s somethinā€™ about those two, the way they fit each other just a little too perfect, that made me want to call the whole thing off, all of a sudden.  I could tell Iā€™m not gettinā€™ the whole picture, here, but it was too late, now; the ā€œstudā€ was on his way.

Thing is, I got to admit, I -- shit, I started feelinā€™ -- I dunno...ready for it.  I got kind of horny just thinkinā€™ ā€˜bout what I was gonna do to this ā€œrich little college kidā€ fake fuck.  Like I...shit, I missed doinā€™ what

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