Date: Sun, 23 Mar 2008 12:40:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Teague teague <teague1007@yahoo.com>
Subject: Drew's Daddy Chapter Twelve

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Author's Note:

This was a long chapter and I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I did
writing it. Thanks for all the support and I'm glad so many of you followed
Adam and Drew for so long.

Thanks for the great emails. I've received many photos of `Adam' and it's
great to see how other readers view these characters in their minds. Keep
them coming.




Teague

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Copyright 2008 Teague, All Rights Reserved.




Drew's Daddy

By Teague


CHAPTER TWELVE


"Those come in black?" Adam asked Max of his white muscle shirt. The boy
looked down and nodded. "Go get it"

Max went back upstairs coming back with a black duplicate and pulled
another short sleeve black shirt over his head to cover the first. Adam
held up a mask. It was the same one he used on the last film with Tony.

"You have anything like this?"

Max grinned and left again. He came back with his own version and showed it
to Adam. "That will do" He reached in his pocket and put his cell phone on
the table, telling Max to do the same. Max looked at the door to the house.

"It may not be safe"

Adam paid it no attention. "Just do it. And make sure it's on"

Max frowned but did as he was told. When they left the house it was
dark. Adam had gone into the shed out back and brought some supplies with
him. Max saw some rope, chains, a hammer and a crowbar. My kind of party
Max thought climbing in the truck.

"I can get that dent out if you want" Max told him.

"Fuck the dent!" Adam replied, pulling his door shut and starting the
engine. He peeled out of the driveway and headed for the freeway.

Twenty minutes of silence later Adam said, "Thanks Max"

Max looked at the big man beside him. "It's for Drew man. You don't have to
thank me"

"The police...they..."

Max interrupted him, knowing what he was going to say already. "Yeah, well
that's gonna be difficult on a count of how close I am to them" he grinned.

"You do what I say, when I say it" Adam simply said, with no threat in his
voice.

"It's your show man. I'm just along for the ride"

Adam drove out of town, keeping to the speed limit, but just barely. Max
looked in the side mirror at his face. Adam told him to see about covering
it up and Max found some of his mother's makeup in her bathroom. It wasn't
a professional job to be sure, but the major part of the bruising was no
longer visible. Ice helped with the swelling.

"I just want you to know I can handle myself in a fight" He looked at Adam
and added defensively as he glanced at Adam's bicep, "With, you
know...human sized guys"

"I know you can Max. That's why I brought you along. I need someone I don't
have to look after. Someone Drew trusts"

"So if it hits that fan, I'm gonna let loose" he said, pumping himself up.

Adam didn't even look at him. "You'll stay behind me unless I tell you
otherwise. If anyone opens up, it's gonna be me. You fight if you have no
choice son"

SON... The word hit Max like a punch. Even his Dad didn't call him that. He
sat up taller in the seat and clenched his fist.

"Yes Sir..."

Adam looked over to him and put a hand on Max's knee and squeezed.

"That's my boy"

Max turned to face the window. Even in the dark he was afraid Adam would
see his face flush. He didn't pull his leg back however.









They sat inside the truck. Adam had circled around the large mansion a few
times to see if it was accessible any other way beside the main
gate. Calling it a mansion was an understatement, it was far more an
estate. There was a servant's entrance to one side and tall hedges
surrounded the property. He found a stone wall behind them. Daylight was
fast approaching so Adam picked a spot that wouldn't draw too much
attention. People were inside moving around but not many. He tucked the
mask back in his jeans and decided on the best approach.

Adam looked at Max.

"Get some sleep. I'll keep watch"

"Sleep?" Max seemed to protest.

"We go in when the sun sets"

Max was about to say something but stopped when Adam's hand took hold of
his leg again.

"Nighttime" Adam said. "Drew will be fine until then"

"Yes Sir" he nodded and slumped down in the seat. Adam took his jacket from
behind the seat and covered Max up. He breathed in the smell of the man. It
was all over the jacket. It made Max feel better for some reason and it
wasn't before long that the teenager fell asleep.

Adam looked over the estate. He knew Drew would be part of the party. If
this Angervoe wanted to hurt Drew he would have already done it. Adam
needed this to end and couldn't help feeling guilty about making those
movies with Drew. His stomach knotted up each time he thought of them. How
stupid to film the actual school where Drew went. His hands gripped at the
steering wheel in frustration. He wanted to get his Son right then, but
common sense guided his actions now. He had to keep a level head. Drew
needed him now more than ever.

He looked at Max. The boy was under his jacket hidden from sight. His body
was strong and able. He remembered Max running away and rolling through the
door and how the boy thought on his feet even when he was being
chased. Adam nodded silently. Max would be perfect for this. The boy seemed
to genuinely like his Son even after the beatings Adam gave him.

Max was a typical teenager with a bad past. Adam knew the sort. He had
almost been Max at one point in his life. He saw how Max took the wrong
roads, not that he had much say so in the matter.  Not with a father who
beat him and degraded him every chance he got. Max, in many ways, was more
alone than Drew right now. His muscled frame and tattoos couldn't hide the
abused boy from Adam's eyes.

He felt an urge to touch Max to let him know he was with him. His hand
moved on its own and almost made contact with the slumbering teenager
before he pulled it back. He isn't my Son, Adam thought. Max has deep
problems and needs help and Adam was determined to do whatever he could,
but the boy wasn't used to affection. He knew Max would pull away from
him. The boy had been love starved his entire life. Now wasn't the time to
change him. He needed Max just the way he was...at least for another day.










Hours had past but Max didn't know how many. He looked up to find Adam
staring out the window. Max looked and saw people driving in. They looked
like helpers but some of the guys looked a little too good to be serving
food. They didn't dress that way either.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"They've been coming and going. Looks like a party tonight. He was right"
Adam said that last part more to himself.

"Who's right?" But Adam didn't answer him. "Are we invited?" Max asked
sarcastically.

"I am" he turned to Max and smiled. "I need a date!"

Max grinned and checked his makeup. It held up pretty good but he took out
some more and dabbed it on his face. Adam watched and looked away after a
moment.

"I'm sorry about that Max"

Max shrugged. "Don't sweat it. I've had worse"

Adam looked back but didn't say anything. He reached out and put his hand
on Max's neck and squeezed gently. The boy tried to act as if he didn't
notice but Adam could tell otherwise. He ran his hand down Max's back and
gave him a pat.

"Sounds like it's time for another talk with your Dad. You know, Man to
Man."

Max didn't look at him but he said, "I'd rather not talk about him if it's
cool with you?"

Adam's hand moved up and his fingers slipped into Max's thick black
hair. He gripped it playfully.

"Tough guy"

He turned to Adam and said, "You know it!"

After his makeup was fixed he asked Adam if he wanted to sleep.

"No, I'm good"

He's completely focused on Drew, Max thought. He's gonna move heaven and
earth to get that boy back. Suddenly Max was happy for the side he now
found himself on. He reached in the back and grabbed some food from the
cooler and a drink.

"How long was I out?"

Adam glanced at the clock. "Nine hours"

"Man I must have been more beat than I thought"

Adam kept looking around at the people moving in and out of the mansion's
front gate. "You needed it. I watched over you"

He said it so naturally, Max didn't have a reply. The fact that anyone
watched over him brought out something inside Max...something small.

"Thanks" he mumbled. Adam reached over and squeezed his leg.

"That's what I'm here for" he said, and meant it.

Man Drew...Max thought. If he's like this with me what's he like with you?
Someone's gonna get their ass kicked tonight. He looked over to Adam out
the corner of his eye. Even at rest the man's hairy arms were thick with
muscle. His hands were large and Max knew personally how strong they
were. I'm lucky I can take a beating otherwise I'd be dead. To be Drew and
have this man protect you, Max thought, his mind wandering.

Adam leaned back in the seat and it groaned slightly with his weight. Max
moved around a little and the seat didn't make so much noise. He wasn't
used to being the smallest in the room. Max didn't care for the feeling too
much.

"What's the plan?"

"We go in at nightfall. It's doesn't look like there will be too many
servants around. They seem to be dropping things off and leaving. Only a
small handful of them are constant"

"What about guards?"

"Six total. I don't know if there are more inside but I would guess yes"

"Armed?"

"Probably" Adam looked at him. "I don't think it will be a problem
though. Lots of guys that look like you seem to be around. I counted five
so far"

"Me?"

"Yeah, you know...pretty boys"

"Pretty boys?" Max barked. "I've been called a lot of things but pretty
isn't one of them!"

Adam grinned. "Young kids, well built"

"Why?"

Adam already knew the answer. He only told Max so much. Luckily the
teenager didn't seem to need much to participate. He told Max he thought he
knew where Drew was but it was something he couldn't go to the cops
with. Max agreed and never asked any questions. His must have found himself
in that spot more than a few times in his life.

"Max I need your help to get Drew back"

The boy looked confused. "You've got it Sir"

Adam waved to the main gate. "Those boys are here for sex Max" He let it
sink in. Max looked out the window at two of them. They did sort of look
like him, but not as big, Max thought with more than a hint of pride.

"Sex with who?"

Adam just looked at him. It took a second but Max shot up in his
seat. "DREW!"

Adam put a hand on Max's chest and held him down. "Easy boy. I know"

"But..."

Adam stopped him. "Drew won't be the only one. There will be others. I want
them here before we go in"

"Why not go now?" Max said angrily.

"Daylight...too many people to see"

Max watched him and was about to say more when Adam continued.

"I need darkness, darkness for my Son, darkness for you, people to blend in
with...and most importantly, alone time with our host"

"Fucking A!" Max cried. "You think he's there now?"

Adam shrugged. "I don't know. But he will be there tonight...and so will
we"

The next hours proved to be the longest for Max. Adam sat there thinking,
calm. But Max could see it the longer he looked at him. Something else was
in Adam too. Something he didn't want Max to see. It was violent and
deadly. Adam was hunting.

Max held his tongue, speaking of Drew as little as possible. He had
questions, lots of them, but he knew what it was like to be asked questions
you didn't want to answer. Hell that was almost every day of Max's
life. The mere fact that Adam had asked him here hinted at how bad things
really were.

Maybe I'm expendable! Max thought with sudden apprehension. He looked at
Adam deep in thought. No, not him, he wouldn't do that to me. And just
then, as if Adam could hear his thoughts, the big man stretched out with
both his arms, letting blood flow to his cramped body. The one hand that
moved to Max settled on the boy's neck again. Adam squeezed it
mechanically. His strong fingers pulled and worked his muscles
rhythmically. Before he could help himself, Max leaned down a little to
give him better access It felt so good to have Adam touch him. Max didn't
know why, he just didn't want it to stop.

As Adam's fingers moved to Max's thick head of hair he realized what he was
doing.

"Sorry...reflex"

Max tried to act as if it didn't matter to him. "It's cool"

Adam gave Max one final squeeze before he pulled back his arm. Max no
longer felt expendable.

Finally, nightfall.

"Ready?" Adam asked. Max nodded. Adam took out his mask and opened the door
to the truck.

"I think I can get us both in"

Adam gave him a skeptical look. "How?"

He pointed to the servant's entrance. "See her?" Adam saw a young girl in a
servants costume manning the back door. "If we can get to that point I'm
gonna talk our way in" Adam tilted his head to the side. Max
grinned. "Trust me, the chicks love Max!"

They got out of the truck with their masks tucked inside their dark
shirts. Adam lifted Max up and pushed him up the stone wall. He waited
until Max was on top and then took a running start at it. He launched
himself up and pulled his big body to the top. Max waited for him. Adam
took his arm and told him to swing down. He lowered Max down as far as he
could and then let go. He landed on his feet and looked up at Adam, nodding
his head.

Adam dropped to the ground next to Max and they both looked around to see
if anyone noticed. There were lights all over the front walk and they
stayed in the large bushes as expensive cars pulled slowly up the driveway
and drove to the front of the house. A man was there to open each door and
from every car a man emerged.

This was different Adam thought. They had robes on...black ones that went
down to the ground. They also had masks covering their faces. He couldn't
tell if everyone of them were men, but he assumed it so because of what
Tony told him. He took hold of Max by the arm and pulled him along. They
made their way back to the door where the girl was. She was talking to one
of the boys and he was moving in with a black gym back in his hands.

"I'm up" Max said to Adam. He pulled off his black shirt and was left
wearing just the muscle tee underneath. He stuffed the first one in his
back pocket and put his baseball cap on, brim to the back. He pointed to a
window on the first floor just around the side. "Meet me there"

Adam grabbed his arm. "Are you sure Max? I don't like separating so soon"

Max nodded. "Trust me, I know what I'm doing Mr. Blake. I'll get in!"

Adam let him go and Max walked over and smiled at the girl. She looked a
little startled to see him but smiled back nonetheless.

"Hey angel!" he grinned. "Where's the party at?"

"Performers are supposed to be ready in 30 minutes" she said, looking him
over. "Can you be ready by then?"

He raised one big arm over her body and leaned against the doorway. "I'm
ready now love" His eyes burned into her. She blushed.

"Where's your stuff?"

"Eddie has it" Max improvised, hoping she didn't know everyone in the
mansion.

"Eddie?" she asked. Shit, he thought. Time to turn on the charm.

"Yeah Eddie. You know the guy who has little versions of these!" Max flexed
his bicep, making it stand out in front of her face.

She blushed. "That would be everyone"

Max leaned in closer. "Angel, are you flirting with me?"

She didn't say anything but her red face spoke volumes. Max struck while
the iron was hot. He leaned down, took her jaw in his hand and tilted her
head up. He kissed her mouth, slipping his thick tongue inside for a
moment. She breathed deeply when he pulled away.

"Save me a dance alright?" he grinned. She could only nod her head. Max
walked past her and patted her on the ass as he did. The door closed behind
him and he looked around. Two of the other boys were putting robes on
similar to the ones the other wore, but these were red. They had oil on
their bodies making their skin gleam. He looked around. There were more
robes but doubted Adam would fit under any without standing out. Better
look for a black one for you, he thought.

Max watched one boy slip a pair of tight shorts over his naked body. No
jeans, no shoes. Great! Max got undressed and stuffed his clothes in a
locker. Luckily he left his wallet in the truck and anything he had to
leave behind could easily be replaced. He hoped, however, that he wouldn't
have to drive all the way home looking like a gladiator.

The boys looked him over. He stripped and asked one for some oil. The kid
had blonde hair and looked at Max with friendly eyes. The ladies must love
you, he thought of the boy. Max grinned. The boy's face lit up. Or maybe
the guys love you, Max corrected himself. He fully faced the boy, showing
off his strong body. Round two he said to himself as he stepped toward the
blonde boy.

"Do my back for me?" The boy sort of blushed but nodded his head. Max felt
the kid's wet hands run across his shoulders and down his spine. "Thanks, I
can never do this part alone" Trying to sound as if he fit in. The boy's
hands did more than just spread the oil around. He was squeezing at Max,
testing his flesh. Enjoy yourself, Max thought. This boy was his way in.

"No problem. I don't mind" the boy replied as he ran his hands across Max's
strong back.

"So what on the menu tonight?" Max asked nonchalantly.

"You know the usual. We get paid to go out and do what we're told, no
questions asked"

Max turned. The kid liked him. He might have been seventeen Max figured.

"Knock yourself out" he said nodding down to his chest. The boy didn't
hesitate. He poured oil into his hands and began to rub it over Max's big
chest. He looked up impressed. Max grinned. The other boy came over to
watch. He was older but not by much. He looked down between Max's legs. Oh
yeah, Max thought. I'm like a big glass of water to these two thirsty boys!

Max nodded to him too.

"Jump in!"

The other kid had dark brown hair and he moved closer at Max's
invitation. He took the oil bottle and applied it to Max's shoulders,
running his hands down Max's big arms. When he felt how hard Max was he
looked up, a little surprised. Max grinned at him. He lifted up his arms
and moved around as they oiled him up. The older kid kept looking down at
his cock.

"Man your big! They're gonna love you tonight!" The blonde boy nodded in
agreement with the other.

Max said to them, "It's what I call a crowd pleaser!" He smiled. The first
boy handed him some shorts.

"Try to stuff that in these!" he teased. Max slipped them on and adjusted
himself so his cock made a huge bulge between his legs.

"This guy pays good?" Max asked. "I've been stiffed before"

The dark haired boy shook his head. "No, he always pays and pays well. We
get our money at the end"

Max noticed he didn't say when the end would be. A party like this could go
on for quite some time. He felt the older boy's fingers squeeze his big
biceps, testing their firmness again. Max flexed it for him and
winked. That seemed to satisfy him.

"We should get going" the brown haired boy said. Max looked around and
walked down the hall counting doors. He paused when he thought he was by
the room with the window Adam would meet him by.

"I'll be right there guys"

They looked back and the blonde kid said, "Don't forget to pick up your
mask" Luckily he pointed ahead, so Max didn't have to ask any questions. He
nodded and said thanks. As soon as they turned Max moved through the door,
pulling it closed behind him. Adam was waiting just outside the window when
Max lifted it up. When he crawled in he looked Max over, his face showing
clear amusement.

"Don't ask!"

He told Adam about the robes and masks.

"I saw some wearing black ones with red belts" Adam said. "I think they're
security. I want one of those!"

They walked out and moved to the next room where they saw the masks. Max
took one. There were four large black robes there as well. Max pointed at
them. He took the largest black robe off a peg. He didn't see any belt
though. He handed it to Adam who put it on without taking off any of his
clothes.

"What if they check underneath?" Max said, showing off his own body under
his red robe.

Adam looked Max over. "Then YOU distracted them...pretty boy"

"Great!" Max said in annoyance.

"What did the guards wear?" Max asked about the masks, holding his up.

"Not those" Adam said, looking for more. Max put the mask on and pulled up
his hood. The mask was a neutral white face made out of hard plastic.  It
had a line splitting the mask in two so the bottom half could come off
leaving the top in place if need be. He pulled the robe around his
body. Adam did the same with the hood, pulling it down to cast his face in
shadow.

They walked down the hall and saw six boys in red robes.

"Go with them. Do what they do and look for Drew"

"How will I find you?"

"Come back here in one hour regardless. I'll be waiting. If I'm not here, I
took Drew, so leave and go to the truck"

"Alright" he hesitated. "Anything else"

Adam moved close so his body touched Max. "Be careful. I'm not leaving
without you"

Max nodded. "Yes Sir"

Max went with the others and mingled with them. Two were about the same
height as him so he didn't think anyone would see he didn't belong. He
watched Adam leave.









Adam moved around. The mansion was big. Everyone was wearing a black robe
and mask. There were some women here but not many. They were fully naked
except for masks and high heels. He counted five of them.  He counted
roughly fifty guys spread around. Adam kept to the shadows and turned if
anyone came near. He moved from room to room until he found what he needed,
a mask unattended. He lifted it up and put it on his face. He looked in a
mirror.

Now I'm ready, he thought. Like the one Max had, this mask was white with a
neutral male face, except it was outlined in gold.

The mansion had many rooms and at least three floors. He saw no kids. A
sound of a deep bell rang through the air. Adam looked around, moving back
to the main hallway. A man in a blue and silver robe came walking down a
flight of stairs. Everyone looked at him.

Our host, Adam thought.

"Welcome friends!" he said. It seemed like his voice was being amplified by
a microphone. His mask was more elaborate than the others, but still it
covered his face completely. "I'm glad you all could be here this
evening. I've done everything I could to ensure you have the best night
possible!"

The crowd clapped and Adam joined in.

"As before, the house is separated into various sections for your
enjoyment. The first floor to mingle..." he waved his hand around the
room. "The second for interaction with our staff and of course the third
floor will be for interaction with our stars!" He looked up and Adam's eyes
followed.

Children lined the banister of the third floor. There had to be fifteen in
total, ranging from kids younger than Drew to young teenagers. There were
as many girls as there were boys. The second floor had them too, but not as
many. These kids were dressed up slightly. Some girls had shoes and half
masks as did some of the boys. Adam counted twelve. He looked all of them
over. He didn't see Drew, but he was far away and he could have been under
a mask, but Adam didn't think that likely. He had to be somewhere else.

"Our staff will be happy to help you with any desires you have, be it
participation or observation!"

Adam saw the red robes enter. He didn't know which one was Max but he
looked around the room as they walked in. None of the guards seemed to
notice an additional boy. Good. Adam counted four guards on the first
floor...one very close to Simon Angervoe.

He would have to be dealt with.

The red robes moved up the stairs to the second floor. A loud bell sounded
again and everyone clapped. The party had begun.

Adam noticed that Simon and his guards stayed near the makeshift stage as
six men in black robes circled around him. Adam moved closer to hear what
they said.

"My friends" Simon said, looking at each of them. He noticed that all six
men wore a badge on their chest. It was gold with a bird of some kind
embossed on the crest. "As usual, I've spared no expense at tonight's
gathering. I've prepared a special treat for you at the end of the evening"

The men looked at each other and nodded. These were either close friends of
Simon's or they paid so much that Simon treated them to more individualized
attention. Either way, they could get close to Simon without the guards
bothering them.

"What of your special guest?" One of them asked. This seemed to anger Simon
to some extent. Adam watched the man wring his hands together and pull at
his robes.

"No...no" he stammered. "I will not be able to accommodate you like I had
hoped" He sounded very agitated. It was clear to Adam that Simon Angervoe
was used to getting anything he wanted. The reaction of the men around him
was equally interesting. They were at a loss for words at hearing the news.

Simon continued. "My guest...will not be able to join us tonight. He was
injured before the party and isn't ready to perform for us tonight"

DREW!

Adam almost moved up to Simon to wring his neck but he held himself back
before the guards noticed him in the crowd.

"Hope it's nothing serious" One of the men said. Simon shook his head.

"A minor injury to be sure, but enough that prohibits our enjoyment of him"

The men nodded. Adam thought of Drew's arm. Charles said it was in a sling.

"Accidents happen" One of them said. Simon spun at him.

"IT WAS NO ACCIDENT!"

The man stepped back and Simon instantly regained his composure. He
smoothed out his robes.

"The parties responsible have been...dealt with"

Sweet Jesus, Adam thought. The Anderson boy! He was killed for what he did
to Drew! Nicholas Speets was right, the boys were connected, but it wasn't
because of Max or Adam. Simon had been watching Drew for a long time. He
must have planned to take him from the start. Now Drew was too hurt to be a
part of all this and Simon was pissed. Young Sammy had paid for it with his
life and maybe saved Drew in the process, Adam thought. Would the man have
been so careless if he didn't stop to kill the Anderson boy? Would Drew's
backpack have been left on the side of the highway? Just how fucked up did
you have to be to strangle a little boy to death?

He looked around. Was Drew even here? It didn't seem like Simon was the
type to have his prized possessions out of sight for very long. This place
is big with many rooms. Drew has to be here! Adam stepped away when the
topic changed to other things. He went looking for a higher security
area. Drew would be there and so would he.











Max moved up the staircase to the second floor. Two of the smaller boys
moved up to the third but Max wanted to stay with the others. Safety in
numbers and all that. He looked around the room at the kids. They seemed
clean, well cared for. The second floor had room after room. Doors were
open and inviting. Each room had long padded benches and sofas for the many
guests. Some had small stages in the center, no doubt for performers.

Shit! Max thought. I'm a fucking performer!

The red robes started to slowly walk around as the men in black came up to
join them. The kids were the main attraction though and no one gave Max
much notice except for a nod here or there. Music began to play from
speakers in the ceiling. It was loud but not deafening. Heavy beats pushed
at the body as the voiceless melody filled the rooms. The men became more
involved.

Max watched as one man took the hand of a small naked girl and put her on
the stage. He told her to dance. A small circle of black robes formed
around her as she began to move. She's done this before, Max knew. She was
pretty comfortable with what she was doing. She was about ten.

The children began to be lead to various parts of the second floor, as each
room began to flow with black robes. Waiters appeared out of nowhere
carrying large silver trays with drinks and food. They worked throughout
the crowds soundlessly.

It seemed like more people were arriving. As Max moved, he saw more black
robes come up the stairs. Someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned
around to find a masked man in a black robe.

"Please" the man said, waving to a girl laid out on a padded table about
three feet off the floor. Max moved with him and as they passed the open
door of another room, he saw a red robe standing behind a young boy;
fucking him from the back. He couldn't tell how old the kid was but lucky
for him the boy behind him was the smallest Max had seen yet. He thought
about how big he was compared to the red robe humping the boy. Dodged that
bullet kid, he thought as he looked at the small body rocking back and
forth with each thrust.

Here I go! Max thought. He moved over to the girl. Six men were around her,
some drinking, and some eating. Their faces were covered but like Max's
mask, the bottoms came off to expose the mouth. Max listened. It didn't
seem like anyone was talking. He wished he could see the other boys in red
robes to see how far he had to go. He walked up to the girl. She was naked
with long blonde hair. Her mask covered her face, but Max knew she'd be
beautiful underneath. Her body was flawless, like porcelain.

He nodded to her and she instantly spread her legs apart for him. He looked
down at her hairless pussy. Her legs were covered in stockings and she wore
high heels. Max moved up and put his hand on her cunt. Her body shivered at
his touch. Damn she was soft!

He looked around to see the men had much more interest in her now. They
moved closer.

I'm on! Max thought, as his fingers dipped inside her.











Adam moved from the first floor to the second. He hadn't found anything
that hinted at a special room. The first floor had some rooms, but they
seemed suited for social events and large gatherings, not to mention plenty
of space for staff. He moved up the staircase and saw the reds. Some were
standing patiently for orders while other engaged in sex with the
children. He thought of Max for a moment. He hoped he would cope with all
this. Adam had no idea what Max had been exposed to as a child but if he
was anything, he was resourceful. If he spotted Max and found him in
something he didn't think he could deal with, Adam would find a way to get
him out. Right now he needed the boy's eyes. There were just too many
people here. His eyes moved from group to group as the children became the
center of every room within moments.

None of this shocked Adam. He had been on the business end of this before
and done much worse than this. At least these boys in red were teenagers
and not fully grown men. Well, none except for Max that is. That boy was as
built as they come without steroids of course.  None of the kids were being
hurt. It didn't seem to be that sort of party, at least not in these rooms.

He moved, not interested in what was happening once the child was confirmed
to be someone other than Drew. Adam looked for other doors, ones with
guards perhaps. To his surprise, the waiters came out of panels in the
wall. There weren't exactly hidden but they were built cleverly so not to
attract direct attention. Since Adam was a builder himself, he instantly
began to spot them all over the place. They allowed the staff to move
around the mansion without bumping into anyone or getting in the way of the
performers. None were guarded and he didn't bother to go inside any of
them.

He walked into a large room filled with massive paintings and a rich rug,
in the center stood a red robed boy. His robe was pulled back and he had
his hands on his hips while a young boy, maybe six, was sucking on his hard
cock. Some of the black robes knelt down to look at the child closely but
none of them touched the lad.

This was the theme throughout the second floor. Children were having sex
while the black robes watched. Some girls were using props on themselves
while others were openly having sex with the red robed boys. The naked
women were helping as well. One woman was being fucked by a boy that Adam
felt couldn't have been more than nine or ten. Other women were on their
knees sucking the hard cocks of the black robes while the men watched the
children getting off in front of them.

Like Max, Adam noted that more people were arriving. It seemed like many
more than the original crowd now filled the house.

He saw the only touching any of the black robes did was to lead the
children around but the orders were given to the red robed boys. Even if
they simply stood by to guide the children's actions, the reds controlled
the children at the orders of the black.

This floor was for observation only. Adam glanced up. Drew wouldn't be
here. Angervoe wouldn't let Drew be used like this, not without being
present himself. He had gone out of his way to get Drew and had bigger
plans for him than what the other kids were doing. And these kids were all
healthy. Adam thought of Drew's arm and what it would be like to have him
here with the other kids. Who would want to see that...a wounded kid,
having sex with adults? Not these people. Sammy's attack on Drew may have
been more an act of God than of violence.

"Thank You Sam" Adam mumbled to himself. "I won't forget you"

He found a large staircase leading to the third floor. Two guards stood on
either side but didn't stop any black robes from going up. Adam took a
chance and moved up. They didn't stop him. The third floor was for
participation. Let's see what kind of party Simon throws.











Max was kneeling down and licking at the soft pussy in front of him. He had
quite a crowd around him and he rather enjoyed the attention. Having sex
with an under aged girl was one thing, but doing it in front of so many
people sent his lust into overdrive! The masks on them helped. He kept the
top half of his in place. He didn't see anyone fully unmasked so he did as
the others did.

Max ran his tongue in slow circles around her immature clit making the
child jump and squirm on the padded table. The men really seemed to enjoy
her torment. Max put his hands on the insides of her small thighs and
pushed her legs apart for his mouth. He heard groans of approval from the
men nearby. With his thumbs, he peeled back her soft lips and tickled the
tender flesh with his probing tongue. She cried out in pleasure. Her hands
came down and pulled at Max's robe but one of the black robes pulled her
arm away. Max watched as the man reached under the table and lifted up a
cushioned restraint. He slipped it over her arm and pulled it
tight. Another black robe came from the other side and secured the other
arm. She was now bound on her back.

Max sunk his warm tongue as far inside as it would go.

The girl bucked and tried to lift up her hips but Max held her down. She
tasted like honey and he couldn't get enough. He sucked deeply on her
cunt. He couldn't help feeling proud as she responded to his tongue.  Her
moans began to fill the room louder than even the music. Max's cock
swelled.

A hand touched Max's shoulder. He looked at it and saw a red sleeve. He
turned to see one of the other boys behind him. Max stood up. He couldn't
tell who the boy was, but he suspected it was the blonde kid he met earlier
because of the eyes behind the mask. The kid's arms wrapped around his body
and felt up his strong chest. The men nearby watched with interest as the
kid pulled open Max's robe. Heads moved up and down as they took in Max's
muscled frame. Sounds of approval passed from one to another as they nodded
in Max's direction. One pointed to Max's throbbing mound. The boy behind
him moved a hand down and took hold of the thick bulge. He squeezed it and
pulled at it. Max's dick had already been straining to get free, well
before the other kid got there, and now it literally raged!

The men watched the boy's hand as it groped Max. He moved his hands to the
sides of Max's tight black shorts and pulled the stretch fabric down until
Max's big cock sprung up and bounced in the air. Gasps of awe came from the
men at the size of meat between the teenager's strong legs. Max stepped
free of his shorts. The blonde kid reached out to stroke the thick
prick. The girl bound to the table looked up at Max, now naked before
her. Her eyes moved down his muscled chest and abdomen and locked on his
thick nine inch dick. Her breath caught in her throat and she pulled at the
ropes around her wrists. Max grinned at her.

The boy moved in front of Max and took off the bottom half of his mask and
pulled back his hood. It was the blonde boy. He dropped to his knees before
Max and held the fat cock in one hand. Black robed men moved in as the
blonde teenager opened his mouth and began to suck at the oversized stick.

Max looked around, enjoying the attention everyone gave him. The boy was
good. He sucked at Max's swollen head hungrily and the naked girl below him
moved her hips around in anticipation. Max's cock raged with lust for both
of them.

He gave the boy on his knees his attention.

"Suck it!" Max growled.

The men got very worked up at hearing Max's demanding voice. Others moved
up to see the action. Max wasn't sure if he was supposed to talk. He hadn't
heard any other red robe speak but that didn't mean they weren't
allowed. Max took a fistful of blonde hair in his hand and pulled the boy
on his cock.

"Eat that big dick!"

Hands moved into black robes as Max took over the action. Whatever they had
directed the red robes to do was now dictated by Max. The men began to
stroke themselves and some brought women over to suck them as they gave Max
and his crew their undivided attention.

He looked down at his well sucked cock. The boy was no novice at this. He
took most of Max's heavy meat in his mouth, leaving all but three inches or
so. Max had never had his cock sucked so expertly before. No girl had ever
taken that much of him in their mouth. He was impressed. He looked at the
small girl bound before him.

"Don't worry princess. You're next"










Adam made it to the top. The rooms were much like before, except dark black
fabric separated each room instead of the open doorways of the second
floor. Although movement was present, it seemed less desired by the
occupants of each room. Most people wanted to be left alone in their space.

Adam went into the first room. A man dressed in a Scout Master's uniform
was leaning against the back of a sofa while a small child dressed as a boy
scout was on his knees and sucking his hard cock. Various black robe men
stood nearby openly masturbating as they watched the action in front of
them. The boy was good but no expert. Trevor and Brady came into Adam's
mind for some reason. Either boy had more talent than the kids he saw. But
then again they didn't have to perform in front of a crowd of people
either. The black robes came over and stroked the boy's hair as he sucked
on the man. Some reached down and felt between the kids legs while another
pushed the kid's head forward, making him take more cock in his mouth.

Participation, Adam thought.

The next room made Adam pause for a long while.

A well built man was dressed as a priest while three similar aged altar
boys knelt before him. He was chanting some sort of hymn in Latin that Adam
didn't understand and waving his hands around in slow circles. In one hand
he held a smoking metallic ball that filled the room with a pleasant
odor. The other held the chain attached to the ball up in the air. They
boys had their hands clasped in prayer as the big priest finished his
`mass'. None of the kids wore masks.

Adam had to stay for this.

The priest handed the ball to a naked woman with a perfect body. She nodded
solemnly to him and took it away. She came quickly back and pushed a large,
plush chair with a tall back to him. The priest sat in it and looked over
the children before him. He pointed to the first one and moved his hand up,
telling the boy to rise with the gesture.

The young boy, maybe five, did as he was commanded. The priest motioned for
him to come forward until the boy stood in front of him. Black robe men
readjusted positions around the room to see the action. The priest took
hold of the boy's arm and pulled him over his lap. He lifted up the long
black gown the child wore to show everyone he wore no underwear. Men in the
room nodded to one another as the large priest ran his big hands over the
child's bare ass.

The priest, wearing his half mask that most performers wore, spit in the
palm of his hand. He raised it up and slapped it against the boy's small
ass. He rubbed his hand around as if tenderizing the flesh and did it
again.

Men began to moan as the priest spanked the young boy in front of
them. Adam couldn't see the face of the boy but watched the blows
carefully. He knew an act when he saw one. He himself had done this very
thing not that long ago. A cupped hand made a loud noise that although
filled the room, did little to the child. The man was a professional.

After a good minute he pushed the boy away and the child quickly took his
place back on his knees beside the other boys who patiently waited their
turns. The first boy once again clasped his hands in prayer while the
second boy came forward.

The kid's gown was lifted and he was spanked for the audience. When it was
time for the third boy, Adam expected the same thing but the priest knew
how to work a crowd. Instead of pushing the boy away after his spanking,
the man stuck his finger in his mouth, pulled apart the smooth cheeks of
the boy's ass and stuck it inside. The kid responded instantly and moved
his small body on top of the priest's big legs. The crowd was very pleased
with this.

The priest twisted and thrust his finger into the boy, his face taking on a
wicked smile. The child moaned loudly but the boys kneeling in front held
still, keeping their hands in prayer. After the priest took his finger out
he gave the child a few more slaps for good measure and then moved him back
to his knees with the others.

The priest stood up and the naked woman with a large feathered mask came
over and pulled the chair back until she could get behind him. She reached
up and lifted his black robe off. His collar was not part of the robe
apparently. When the robe came away the man stood naked, save for a black
collar with a white band around it and a large crucifix held by a thick
gold chain. He had a strong body with large muscles. Dark blonde hair was
on his head and covered his arms and legs in a soft sheen. He wore a large
ring on one hand.

Adam looked him over. He was in great shape. Not from life, but from a
gym. His muscles were too perfect. Each one formed by stress exercises and
repetitive motions. Adam had seen it a thousand times from the men that
worked at his construction site. They would walk in with big arms and legs
but Adam knew they never saw a hard day's work in their life. They thought
construction would be easy but they quickly found out how wrong they
were. A gym was great for posing on the cover of magazines and picking up
girls at the beach, but nothing beat hard labor for a strong body. Adam's
hands were tough and thick with rough skin. This man hands had never been
dirty. In a fight, Adam would wipe the floor with him.

The muscled priest moved forward, his large crucifix swinging on its chain
around his hairy chest. He held out his hand to the first boy who kissed
his ring. Each boy in turn was made to do the same. He took a step back and
the woman attending him came forward. She knelt reverently by his side and
lifted up his big dick like a royal scepter. It jutted out from her hand,
hard and swollen. She nodded to the first boy who moved up and kissed the
engorged head. The others did the same. After they knelt back down she
stood up and moved behind them. She put one hand over the head of the first
boy and looked at the priest. He shook his head. The next boy received the
same. The third boy was granted a nod from the priest and the woman lifted
the boy to his feet and moved him in front. She took off the kid's robe
until he was completely naked. She turned the boy around slowly so everyone
in the room could see his naked body. Then as he faced the priest once
more, she pushed him to his knees. The boy immediately began to suck at the
large cock in front of him.

The black robes loved it.

She motioned for the other two to come up. She removed their robes as well
and positioned them on each side of the sucking boy. With a wave of the
priests hand the two boys began to lick at his large prick. The woman moved
behind the chair and came back with a multi-tailed black whip. At the
priest's nod she raised the whip and began to beat the first boy. Adam
lurched forward instinctively. But the boy didn't cry out. He just kept
sucking the man's big dick.

Now Adam knew this for what it was. The whip was most likely made out of a
soft fabric material with a thicker inside like twine. It was heavy enough
to swing through the air but felt like cotton to the skin. The kids were in
no danger of getting hurt. It was all an act. These people were good Adam
had to admit. He relaxed his posture and moved back slightly, looking
around to see if anyone noticed him. Luckily all eyes were on the priest
and his `congregation'.

The woman moved to each boy in turn. Regardless of the act, it appeared
real enough to the other men in the room. They openly stroked themselves
while the kids were beat. The priest put his hands on his hips and watched
the boys suck and lick at him.  He looked up and raised his hands at the
audience. The room filled with applause.

The priest grinned.










Max was the star attraction of the second floor. It seemed as if more and
more people filled the room he was in. Max pulled the blonde boy's head
from between his legs. He had to use some force because the kid didn't want
to let go of his cock. Max grinned at him.

"Eat her!"

He twisted the kid until he faced the little girl's spread legs. The boy
didn't hesitate. He moved in and started to lap and suck at her cunt. The
audience was extremely attentive to Max. They seemed to hang on his every
word and action. It was almost as if he was the star and not the girl bound
in front of him. Max pushed at the boy's head.

"Suck that cunt!"

Moans escaped the men as Max dominated the boy. He gave the blonde kid a
good 20 seconds before he yanked him back and sunk his dick back in the
boy's mouth. He began to fuck his mouth. Wet slurping filled the room.

"Nice and wet boy, I've got a lady to please!"

Not a minute later Max lined his big dick up to the child's pussy. He
rubbed the throbbing head across her soft pink lips. She ground her hips on
the table and trembled in pleasure making Max laugh. The blonde boy ran his
hands submissively up Max's muscled thigh. His fingers played with the dark
hair and he licked at Max's ass.

Max turned to him. "You stay right there" he commanded the blonde kid. Max
put three fingers in the boy's mouth and made him suck on them. The black
robes ate it up like candy. Max focus went back to the girl bound before
him. "You ready?" She nodded her head and Max pushed himself inside. Her
cry birthed groans of pleasure from the men in the room. Max didn't even
bother to look up. He had a job to do.












The priest had all three boys lined up and bent over a large bench. He was
currently fucking the middle boy while his hands dipped into the holes of
the boys on both sides of him. The middle boy was having a tough time of
it. The priest was big and didn't give him too much time to get used to
it. His head was moving back and forth and he was moaning in part pleasure,
part pain. The other two ground their hips against the man's hands as he
probed into them. They were enjoying themselves, at least for now.

Adam watched the man work. He was good. A crowd pleaser to be sure, but the
kids were second class citizens to him. Adam saw he was more interested in
how he performed than how hard the kids got off. This was completely
opposite of Adam. He had never had sex without making sure his partner,
regardless of sex or age, got off the hardest. For Adam it was about the
kids or Drew, never about him. The priest was different, but maybe that's
what he was being paid for? Who knows?

The priest pulled out of the middle boy and moved to the left, sinking his
dick inside the next ass available to him. This boy really had a hard time
taking it and Adam didn't see any pleasure on his face at all. The priest
grinned at the boy's struggle and Adam had to control his desire to stop
the man. When the boy's yelps of distress became louder the priest eased
off some until he settled down again. Well, at least there seems to be a
limit, Adam thought.

The final boy took it better than the others and really seemed to enjoy his
time with the priest.  Before the man would cum he had all three boys kneel
in front of him and he beat off into their faces, splashing them with his
thick cream. When he was done, he performed a Latin prayer with the boys at
his feet attentively. The room filled with applause and Adam saw what made
this floor different from the second. As soon as the priest was done, black
robed men descended on the children like a pack of wolves, taking each boy
aside and fucking them on various tables around the room. Two men took a
naked woman and used her repeatedly while another man cleaned off the wet
cock of the priest while he talked with his `congregation'.

This floor was for participation, and the shows were more elaborate.

As Adam moved around he saw rooms that had single beds in them. Children
that were not part of the original crowd were inside, ready to please the
guests. A special server stood at the end of each hallway to ask what kind
of sex the guest preferred and then guided them to the right room. Almost
every room was occupied by the black robes while others patiently waited
their turn.

Adam saw a very erotic show of a handsome male vampire ravaging two young
girls at the same time. He thought they were around 12 years old. As he
took everything in, he kept looking for signs of Simon Angervoe's private
rooms. He had moved around the entire floor and witnessed well thought out
performances from both adults and kids.

He thought maybe he missed something. He was about to move back to the
second floor when the hair on the back of his neck stood up. It felt as if
someone were suddenly behind him. His body went on alert and he turned
quickly to find...no one.

But something was wrong. Adam looked around, searching for the
problem. Then he saw it. A door tucked away down a short hallway with a
security guard standing in front of it. It wasn't in the path of the other
rooms and unless you went out of your way, you would have never found
it. Adam saw a heavy lock on the door and a cipher pad on the frame. He
knew what it meant; either key or code would grant entry. He would need
only one.

Adam's skin tingled like a weak current of electricity travelled through
him. He didn't have to see behind the door to know who was there.

The Son connected with the Father.

"Drew..." Adam whispered.












Saying Max was `King of the Hill', was putting it mildly. Cheers erupted
from the crowd as he fucked the little girl with his big cock. She
struggled with her straps but they held tight. She moaned and thrashed on
the table with every expert thrust from Max. He held her hips and guided
each deep stroke for maximum penetration. He had lifted her up to meet him
in mid air and the heavy breathing in the room seemed to raise the
temperature by five degrees.

Max let her drop and pulled his dick out. He turned to the blonde kid,
still on his knees, and pushed it into his mouth.

"Suck it!" Max growled. The boy needed no instruction from Max. If he had
it his way he would suck Max all night long. He looked up at the tattoos on
Max's body. The boy's cock was rock hard and he stroked it while he sucked
on the big teenager. Max threw his head back when the boy damn near took
him down his throat. Max had never felt anything like that before. The kid
was hungry and devoured Max's meat like his life depended on it. Only two
inches of Max's big dick remained and the boy was determined to get them.

Max had to stop him. The kid was too fucking good and he was going to shoot
real soon if he didn't take back control. Max pushed at his forehead but
the boy resisted him, sucking hard on his fat shaft. Fine, Max thought and
grabbed the blonde by the hair and pulled him forward as hard as he
could. Max's dick impaled the boy's throat filling it with all nine
inches. The blonde boy started to gag, not expecting his air supply to be
cut off. Max held him tight until he felt the boy struggle to get away and
then he pushed him so hard, the boy fell on his back. Max grinned at him.

"Too big for you little boy?"

Just then the black robes made Max president of the club! He was drawing
others from all sections of the second floor. Word spread quickly that Max
was the alpha dick and everyone wanted to watch him. Max welcomed them all!

He turned back to the girl and pushed back inside her tight cunt. She
groaned just as loudly as the first time and Max gave her the ride of her
young life.

"That's it princess! Take that big dick!" Max fucked her like a beast in
heat. Chants began to form in the air as Max's fans cheered him on. The
blonde boy was back and pawing at Max's strong leg. Max ignored him and
continued to fuck the bound child. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her
whole body shook as Max gave her the largest orgasm of her entire life. The
blonde kid ran his hands across the firm mounds of Max's ass and squeezed
at his muscled thigh while he drove into the tiny girl.

"OH YEAH!" he cried out as her immature pussy creamed all over his thick
teenaged cock. Max had never felt more in control than at that very moment.

"FUCK HER!" someone shouted to him. But Max was far too gone to take orders
from the crowd...this was his show. He pushed her down on the makeshift bed
and drilled into her cunt. He twisted his thick prick inside her by
rotating his hips around.

She screamed.










Adam heard her on the third floor...as did most of the people around
him. He burned the location of the security door into his mind and went to
the large staircase to go down. He needed Max. He made his way to the
second floor and moved with the crowd until he found not only the
commotion, but a well built teenage boy with tattoos on his body and a
wicked grin on his face.

"God Dam it Max!" Adam said under his breath.

Max was not only blending in, he was the star attraction. Adam looked at
the little girl going through another orgasm under Max's expert
thrusts. The boy was good. But he had a large crowd around him and getting
him away was going to be difficult. Adam had no choice but to let Max
finish.

Max was lost in his own world. He had been fucking the little girl for
almost five minutes. Having such a tight pussy wrapped around his hard cock
made it almost impossible for Max to last longer than he did. Having so
many people watch him seemed to fuel his lustful rage and pour it into the
girl below him. Every stroke was agony to Max because he wanted to release
his heavy load into her immature womb. But the crowd wanted a show and Max
didn't want to disappoint. He had never felt so high in his life.

He felt his orgasm building so quickly he knew he was about to blow up
inside her. He tried not to look into her eyes. She was so lost in pleasure
and it made him feel ten times larger than he really was. His domination of
the little girl was so complete that Max felt like the most powerful man on
earth.

The blonde boy must have sensed Max's dilemma because he pulled at the big
teenager's strong leg. Max finally looked down annoyed at him. He opened
his mouth wide to show Max what to do. Max's eyes changed and the blonde
kid knew he understood.

Max pulled out his dick just as the tiny child he had so expertly fucked
rolled into another orgasm. Max turned to the blonde kid, his big dick wet
with the girl's slick juice. Without touching it his fat shaft throbbed and
blasted the boy's face with a heavy load of cum.

The crowd went wild.

Adam was impressed. He didn't know Max had it in him. He wondered if Max
had ever had sex with a kid before. The boy's public appeal was
noteworthy. He would look great on film. The others in the room were
watching Max more than the girl on the table. That was pretty fucking cool,
Adam thought. Max has them so wrapped up; they forgot why they were here in
the first place. Tony would love this boy.

He watched the blonde kid take a face full of Max's thunderous load. The
blonde kid had done this before. Adam admired the size of Max's thick
meat. The boy was hung but not too big, he thought for some reason. Drew's
face came into Adam's mind while he looked at Max's erupting cock.

Not too big...

Adam shook his head to clear his mind. He needed to get Max away. He waited
and watched like the rest of the crowd as the blonde kid on his knees
sucked at Max's cock, drinking the rest of his cream. Max's strong legs
trembled and Adam almost smiled as he realized that Max had all but
forgotten about the little girl he had been fucking not moments before. The
blonde boy sucked down Max's dick until his lips damn near made it to the
base. Adam nodded appreciatively. Nice.

As soon as Max finished, he seemed to wake up from some trance and realize
where he was. He looked around as everyone began to clap for him. He
grinned at them and patted the blonde boy's head as he cleaned off his
overworked cock. Max looked at the girl and saw she was as close to
unconscious as they came. Her eyes fluttered in her head and she rocked
back and forth as much as the straps allowed. He reached out and ran one
hand down the side of her face. She barely responded. This pleased Max
greatly. He gave her the best fuck of her life and he knew it.

Just as he was taking in all the applause he felt a strong hand grip his
upper arm. He mechanically pulled back but the hand was far stronger and
Max didn't have to be clairvoyant to know who it was. Strength like that
was forever associated in his mind with one person...Adam.

Max looked at him and quickly looked back at the crowd. He didn't want to
cause a scene. The blond boy stood up and Max used the opportunity to push
him between the girl's legs.

"Finish off in her!"

The crowd loved the idea and the blonde took his place dutifully. Max used
his foot to kick his shorts up in the air and he grabbed them as Adam
hauled him away. The crowd parted for them but some guys looked
disappointed as Max moved out. Adam seemed to realize this too and released
Max's arm. Instead he reached down and took hold of Max's big cock and led
him away. Max grinned at the crowd as he passed, as if he had another
customer to please. This eased the crowd considerably.

Adam pulled Max into a corner and covered the boy while he put his shorts
on.

"Anything?" Max asked, not sure how much Adam witnessed.

"I know where he is" Adam said as Max pulled his robe closed.

"You saw him?"

"No. I didn't have too"

Max looked confused.

"You'll understand when you're a Father" He noticed Max was uneasy with
what happened. He put his hand on the boy's shoulder and squeezed
him. "Man, when you blend in, you don't fuck around"

Max's face flushed. "Yeah...that's me, Mr. Wallflower" Adam smiled at him
and he instantly relaxed.

Adam filled him on what he saw and what he wanted Max to do. He had a basic
plan in his head but it would have to be flexible depending on what was
behind the door and if the guards were armed or not.

Max spoke up. "Alright, but you said the guard is big like you so, how am I
supposed to..."

Adam cut him off. "I thought you'd like to play with this" He opened his
robe up and Max looked down for a moment. His face broke out into a wide
grin.

"I can do that!" He reached out and took hold of the solid shaft.










Max and Adam made their way up to the third floor again. Max received quite
a few nods from admiring guests as they walked to the staircase. Adam told
him to put his mask back on so not to attract more attention. He fastened
the bottom of his mask on and pulled his robes around his body to cover up
his tattoos. Now he looked like the other boys in red.

As they moved over to the hallway, Adam kept Max focused on where they
were. He was getting distracted by the sex going on all around them. This
floor was quite different from the one where he had just minutes before
been a star. No one knew him up here and he hadn't had a chance to explore
like Adam had.

They made it to the hallway and Max began to walk down it on his own.

"Hey man" he said to the large guard who looked up at Max's approach. The
guard held up a hand when Max came too near.

"This is a restricted area" he said with a deep voice. Max moved in front
of him.

"Yeah, that's cool. I just need to get away for a moment. This one guy
keeps following me and I'm spent...you know what I mean?"

The guard said nothing. Max moved past him. The hallway ended with a table
and two chairs about ten feet from where the door was that was being
guarded. Max leaned against the wall, making the guard turn toward him and
away from the hallway.

"I just need a minute. These people are non-stop. I need Viagra!" he
laughed. The guard waved his hand toward the hallway.

"You have to wait somewhere else kid. I can't let you stay here"

"Just for a few minutes please. This guy is big"

The guard shook his head but before he could speak Max pointed up the
hallway.

"Here he comes. Look man just get him off my back for a little while. He's
too fucking big for me, make him leave me alone"

The guard turned his back to Max and looked as Adam came down the
hallway. He lifted up his hand again, telling Adam to stop. "You can't come
back here sir. You need to move along. The performers who are ready are out
of the floor"

Adam waved to Max. "I wanted him"

The guard shook his head. "He's no longer available sir. Now I'm gonna ask
you to leave the hallway and join the others or I'll have you escorted out"
He waved his hand again. "Please"

Before anything else could be said the guard saw bright stars burst in his
vision and then complete blackness. Adam quickly moved up and caught the
guard in his arms before he could fall. He looked back and saw that no one
was looking at them. He looked over the guard's slumped shoulder to see Max
holding a silver candlestick. He had connected with the back of the man's
skull and he would be out for a long time. Adam picked it up on the way to
the second floor and stuffed it in his belt before he found Max. He was
right...it did come in handy.

Max set the heavy metal on the floor and quickly searched the guard. He
found a set of keys. He untied the red belt around the man's waist as Adam
continued to hold him up and moved to the door. Adam moved himself in front
so no one would see Max.

"Hurry"

Max nodded and found the right key, turning the lock free. "We're in!" Max
went first and held the door open as Adam dragged the big guard inside. Max
closed the door and locked it. No one else was around. Adam pulled the
guard to the wall and dropped him to the floor. He reached inside his own
robes and pulled out some rope. Max watched.

"Who are you? Batman?"

Adam didn't look up. He bound the man tight and then threw Max some latex
gloves. He put a pair on himself as Max did the same.

"Find something to gag him with"

Max looked around. The room was big. It was like another house was inside
this one. A very large area with a massive desk stood near one wall. A huge
video screen was on the opposite wall from the desk. Max saw some
decorative fabric hanging around a picture. He yanked it free and went back
to Adam.

"Here, use this"

Adam threaded it inside the man's mouth and tied it tight to his head. He
wasn't going anywhere. Max handed him the red belt the guard wore and Adam
stuffed it in his pants. He stood up and looked around. The room was
massive. He saw two doors off to the right, one of which was slightly
open. He noticed a large oak cabinet behind the desk and was about to check
the rooms for Drew when his expert eye caught the far left wall. He pointed
to it. Max was closer.

"There's a room there. Go check it out"

Adam went to the right and looked in the room with the open door. It was a
large bedroom with every imaginable upgrade available. This must be
Angervoe's bedroom. He scanned the walls. They were normal.

Max didn't know what Adam was talking about when he looked behind him, but
when he got close to the wall he saw the seam. There was a large wooden
baseboard running up the side. At a glance it looked like an elaborate
decoration, but now that he had been told it was a room, he saw it for what
it was. He touched the heavy wood and it opened up with almost no
effort. But he wasn't in yet. There was a large chain wrapped around the
handle and through a bar imbedded in the wall. He couldn't open it. He
reached for the key he had taken from the guard but it didn't fit. He
looked over his shoulder. Adam was standing in the doorway to one of the
rooms but he wasn't moving.

"Hey, you were right there is a room here, but there's a chain on it and
this key doesn't fit"

Adam still didn't move or turn to Max. After a moment Max felt a chill run
up his spine.

"What's wrong? Hey, what it is?" he started to come over. When he covered
half the distance Adam moved back out of the room and closed the door. He
turned to Max and blocked him. He had taken off his mask and Max pulled his
off as well. Adam looked upset. "What?" Adam put his hand on Max's chest
and pushed him back.

"Stay out"

"Why?" Max tried to move around him but Adam stopped him by grabbing his
arm. He lifted Max up until he was on his toes.

"I said stay out!" his face was ashen. Before Max could protest anymore
Adam added, "Drew's not in there" He moved Max away and the teenager didn't
struggle.

"Okay" he said quietly. He pointed to the door hidden in the wall. Adam
released him. "It's there, but it's chained up" Adam didn't say
anything. He looked at it for a moment as he pulled off his robe. He
dropped it to the floor and put his ear to the door.

"Drew!"

There was no answer. This room had to be locked for a reason and it looked
like the perfect place to hide someone. Adam moved away and faced the door
once again. Without a word he hurled himself to the door and threw all his
weight against it. The room was built well, but it still vibrated with the
impact and Max looked back to make sure no one had come in. When he glanced
back at Adam he saw that the chain still held...but the door wasn't nearly
as strong. It was busted inward, holding on as if for dear life, as Adam
pulled at the boards with brute strength. Max watched the fat muscles on
the man's arms bulge out and ripple with power. The fight was over and the
door had lost. Adam grabbed a large section and yanked it free, ripping it
from the archway. He threw it behind him and Max noticed that the hinges
were still attached to it.

Damn! He thought as he moved close to Adam.  It was another room. Inside
were a dresser and a small bed. The bed had an occupant...a small boy with
blonde hair.

"DREW!" Max cried out as he pushed Adam inside. Adam was at Drew's side and
lifting him up but Drew didn't respond. He was out cold. Adam didn't wait
to hug or kiss the boy; he quickly set him back down and began to examine
him. He ran his hands down his Son's arms and lifted his shirt to look at
his stomach and chest. He still wore his arm sling.

"Hey look at this!"

Adam turned to Max. He was holding a bottle and a rag. The bottle was dark
and Adam asked what it was.

"Chloroform[NC1]" Max stated as he read the label. Thank God, Adam
thought. He was afraid there would be puncture wounds on his Son's
body. Lord knows what they used on kidnapped kids. Chloroform would wear
off and aside from a headache, his boy should be alright. He lifted his Son
up and moved out the room. Max followed.

"Take his robe and wrap Drew in it. You're leaving with him"

Max moved to the guard. "I am? What about you?" he said as he gathered the
black robe up. Adam looked around and nodded to the balcony.

"Go check that out. See if there are guards there"

Max threw the black robe over Adam's shoulders and went to the double doors
leading to the balcony. He was gone for only a few moments when he came
back smiling.

"I found a staircase! It goes right to the lawn!"

Adam closed his eyes for a moment in silent thanks. He handed Drew over to
Max and wrapped the small boy in the black fabric, covering his face
up. "Don't stop for anyone. Get him to the truck"

Max was distressed. "I don't think I can get him over the wall by myself"

"You won't have to. You're going out the front gate with him"

"I am?"

"Don't worry, you won't be stopped. You'll know when"

Max had wide eyes. "What about you? Shouldn't we stick together now?"

Adam looked at him with anger in his eyes. "No. I have to take care of a
few things first. Don't worry Max, I'll be with you both soon. You protect
my Son"

"Sure"

Adam took Max by the shoulders and squeezed him. "Max...before, when you
said you were going to let loose? Well, if anyone tries to stop you..." Max
nodded his head in complete understanding.

"Don't worry, you can count on me"

Adam smiled at him. "I know Son" Adam led him out to the balcony and
pointed to where he wanted Max to go. He told him to stay to the shadows
and get near the gate. He would know when to move. He watched Max move down
the stairway carefully and then disappear past the lights. He closed the
door and went to the desk. The cabinet was locked but Adam forced it
open. Inside were hundreds of CD's and DVD's. Adam examined them but he
already knew what they were.

He placed one in the desktop computer expecting the monitor to come alive,
but instead the giant wall screen activated. It was a movie of a small girl
having sex with three grown men. Adam didn't wait; he popped the disc out
and put in another. It was the same for every disc he tried. All of them
had movies of children having sex. Adam lifted up a stack of them and let
them fall from one hand to the other as he scanned the labels. He did this
four times before he saw what he was looking for.

There was a small shelf off to the side with about ten select DVD
cases. They were separated from the others and Adam knew he would find what
he wanted there.

He took three away from the rest of the stack. They all had Tony's label on
them, silhouettes of a man holding the hand of a boy who in turn held a
teddy bear dangling from his grasp. Adam opened one and put it in the
computer. It wanted a password, but Adam already knew what it was.

Tony's logo came up and then a picture of Drew. The film started with Drew
playing at school.

"Dammit!" Adam growled as he saw the school sign appear in the
background. He pushed the eject button and took out the DVD. It was
labeled, `Drew'

He put in the next one and pressed the chapter button a few times. Drew
showed up again, this time tied down to the table while Adam sucked on his
small cock. It was the third and last film Adam made with his Son. It was
labeled, `Bad Boy Drew'

 Adam didn't need to put the last movie in, because there was only one
left, but he did anyway. Adam's face appeared on screen for the first
time. He was sitting on the sofa while his Son was bent over and sucking on
his thick cock. Adam was talking to Tony about Drew. It was the only film
made that showed his face.

Adam ejected it and read the label. It said, `Drew's Daddy'

"Fuck me!" he said to no one. "I'm sorry Drew, I'm so sorry"

Adam put the movies in his pocket and took out the red belt. He put his
robe back on and tied the belt around his waist. Now he looked just like
one of the guards. He checked the keys Max took from the guard and closed
the door behind him. He locked it up and went to find Angervoe.










Max held Drew close to his body and looked down at his face to make sure he
was alright. Drew still didn't respond. They must have dosed him
recently. Max pressed himself against the stone wall and looked around. The
front gate was still guarded. It was about forty feet from where he hid
with Drew. He had no idea how Adam was going to pull this off, but he made
sure he was ready when whatever happened, happened.









Simon Angervoe saw one of his security guards come up to him. He was having
a conversation with one of his guests after making sure everyone was having
a good time. He had strolled through the floors earlier and saw the red
robes and children doing their part to entertain everyone. Simon was a
happy man...at least up until then.

"Sir, you need to come upstairs" the guard said into his ear. He didn't
know who the guard was because of the mask, but his size was convincing
enough for Simone to let his identity go for now.

"What is it?" he sounded impatient.

The guard paused for a moment. "It's...the room on the third floor
sir. You're...guest is awake"

Simon's eyes burned into the guard. "Awake! Then put him out again. I have
guests down here!"

"That's not possible Sir. He's very sick"

Simon was now alarmed. "SICK!"

"Yes sir. You need to see this"

The guard moved away and stuck his hand out for Simon to go first. The man
did just that and led the way to the large staircase...Adam right behind
him.











Simon noticed the hallway was empty. "Where is the guard I posted!"

"Inside Sir. He's with the boy"

Adam had taken out his keys thinking to open the door for Angervoe but the
man quickly used the keypad and the lock snapped open immediately. The
moment Angervoe was inside, Adam closed the door behind them.

Simon saw the door in splinters on the floor and spun around just in time
to take a large fist to his face. He flew through the air and dropped what
felt like a mile away. His head smacked against the carpet with a thud. He
struggled to open his eyes and he saw a huge man standing over him, taking
a mask off. He looked familiar, but Simon couldn't place him.

"The boy you took..." the man said. Simon's face throbbed with pain.

"WHO ARE YOU?" he pointed to the door where Drew once occupied.

"You took him from his Father..."

Simon's voice filled with anger. "I AM HIS FATHER!"

The man paused and Simon's vision began to clear.

"Why him?"

Simon laughed. "Why not?"

"What makes him so different?"  "He loves it! He loves all of it! You
should see him! He's the happiest kid I've ever seen!" Simon had been
studying the man and now his brain kicked in. He realized where he had seen
Adam. "YOU! You were with my son!"

Adam's anger flared. "HE'S MY SON! AND HE WAS HAPPY BECAUSE HE WAS WITH
ME!"

Angervoe began to laugh. "You? You're just an actor. You're not his real
father, I am! I paid for those films to be made"

There are breaking points for everyone. For some, it's the loss of a child,
or loved one. For others it's might be a tragic accident or crippling
disfiguration. Parental or societal abuse can often and usually does
contribute. But sometimes, it's not so easy to define what makes a person
who they are. Sometimes there's not a reason to point the finger at. This
was the case for Simone Angervoe.

He was quite simply...insane.

Adam was past the point of no return. He hauled Simon up by his shirt front
and glared at him. "I AM HIS FATHER!" He lifted the man to his feet and
turned him to the room with the closed door and dragged him forward. "But
I'm not talking about Drew, I'm talking about him!" Adam pointed to the
door and Simon tried to pull away. Adam let him struggle and kicked the
door open. He pushed Simon inside and wrapped his arm around his
neck. "LOOK AT HIM!"

Adam had never been angrier in his entire life.

The boy was maybe six. He was on the bed, bound feet and hands to the
posts, completely naked. He had been dead for days. Simon tried to break
Adam's hold. Adam punched him once in the kidney and the man slumped in his
arms as he let out a deep breath.

"I SAID LOOK AT HIM!"

Simon was much weaker now that Adam had softened him up but he continued to
struggle. "Let me go!"

"Why did you do this to him?!" Adam pulled him closer to the bed. "He's
just a child! A fucking child!"

Simon kicked at Adam's feet but it gained him no ground. "He's a toy...just
a toy!" the man gasped, spit flying out of his mouth. Adam lifted him
higher until his feet were off the ground. The only thing holding him up
was the thick arm wrapped around his neck. Simon took hold of it with both
hands and tried to pull it away.

"He's someone's Son!!" Adam countered. He punched Simon again and brought
him right over to the boy.

"He's nothing..." the man said, clawing at Adam. Adam spoke right in his
ear.

"His Father isn't here...but unfortunately for you, I AM!"

Adam began to squeeze.

"Not the future you had in mind is it?" He increased pressure and Simon
began to panic. "How many have you killed to satisfy your appetite? How
many? This boy? The Anderson boy in the woods? Was my Son next?"

Simon didn't answer. He couldn't. He was no longer able to speak. The
pressure on his throat prevented him from saying anything. The blood supply
to his head was increasing quickly and for the first time, he was afraid
for his life.

"You'll never hurt another child again you son of a bitch! And I want you
to look at him! He's gonna be the last thing you see on earth. Look at what
you did!"

Simon struggled and clawed at Adam's arm. He kicked at his feet and twisted
his body...but it wasn't enough. He looked around for help, but all he saw
was the dead child tied to the bed. And Adam was right...it was the last
thing he saw.

Adam held on and squeezed as hard as he could. Simon's body trembled and
began to seize up as he struggled to breath. Adam just squeezed harder. He
looked down at the boy as he wrung the life out of Simon's body.

Adam began to cry.









When Simon was dead, Adam let him fall to the floor beside the young boy
whose life had been cut far too short. He stayed there, above him, making
sure he didn't move or somehow regain the ability to come back to
life. When he was sure the job was done he took out a pocket knife and
carefully cut the bonds holding the boy tight. He laid his arms back to his
side and covered the boy up with a sheet. He put his hand on the kid's
forehead and told him he could sleep now.

Adam left things as they were and picked up the phone. He called the
police.









Max heard the commotion right away. The mansion erupted with people
spilling out of the main door. Most still wore robes as they ran for cars,
some not bothering at all but ran up the main driveway instead. Right for
the gate.

This was it. Max pulled Drew close to him and watched as the first wave of
people pushed past the guard. The man shouted into a microphone and Max
moved forward. He had to get past the guard with Drew. This didn't prove to
be a problem because the guard fled before Max got there. Whatever he heard
on the other end, made the guard take off down the driveway and away from
the mansion with the others. Max was out the gate and on the way to the
truck with Drew tucked inside his arms.









Adam moved down the staircase from the balcony and ran up the lawn to the
stone fence. He launched himself up and over the top, landing on the other
side with both feet firmly on the ground. He saw Max inside the back of the
truck. He opened the door and jumped in, starting the truck with one hand
as he shifted it into gear. He saw cars and people driving and running
recklessly out of the main gate. As he drove down the road he turned to
Max.

Drew was struggling to get away. Max looked up. "He just started this. He's
not awake yet but he won't calm down"

Adam reached back and slipped one hand under Drew's shirt until he pressed
against his bare chest.

"ANDREW! SLEEP!"

And that was it. Drew calmed down right away and drifted back off. Max
looked down at the boy, now quiet in his arms.

"Damn" he whispered. He looked up Adam. "He wouldn't listen to me"

"You're not his Father"












Adam pulled the truck over near a gas station. He parked near the side so
no cameras would see him. He left Max and Drew inside and made a phone call
using an old style booth against the building. He quickly climbed back in
and they drove off.

Adam took them twenty miles away and got a hotel room, paying cash. He
carried Drew inside and looked him over again. He seemed fine, all things
considering. He left Drew in Max's care and drove to a local store that was
open 24 hours. When he came back he had a set of clothes for Max, to
include a black muscle shirt.

"Surprisingly these are sold everywhere" Adam joked with him. Max took the
clothes and slipped them on.

"Thanks"

Adam moved to Drew and stroked his blonde hair. "How's my boy?"

"He's sleeping soundly, just like you told him"

Adam set a bottle of aspirin on the table next to the bed, knowing Drew
would need them.

Up until the time Adam got in the truck from the mansion, Max hadn't asked
him any questions...until now.

"How'd you get them to leave?"

Adam sighed. "I shouted that the police were coming and told everyone to
run"

Max grinned. "Well, that would do it"

"You'd be surprised how quickly civil guests can turn into an
uncontrollable mob...with the right motivation"

Max laughed. "Yeah I saw" He moved over and ran one hand through Drew's
blonde hair. "Who did you call?"

"The police" Adam replied.

"No, after that, at the gas station"

Adam just looked at Drew and didn't answer.












Hours later there was a knock at the door. Max jumped up but Adam waved him
down.

"It's alright Max. I expected this" He went to the door and looked through
the hole before opening it. Tony stood outside.

"How's Drew?"

"Fine...he's just fine" Adam turned to Max. "I'll be back in a few
minutes. Stay here" Max nodded and saw the other man look him over before
they left.

"Who's the muscle?" Tony asked.

"Max...it's a long story" Adam sighed. Tony handed him a cell phone. It was
Adam's.

"Delivered as ordered" Tony said and Adam shook his hand.

"Thanks. I owe you"

Tony shook his head. "No, you don't. This is my fault too. I should never
have filmed Drew that way. I know better" Adam put a hand on Tony's
shoulder.

"It's done with. Let's just move on now"

Tony nodded. "You get the movies?"

Adam pulled out three discs. "Yeah, here they are"

Tony made his discs with heavy copyright protection, making them virtually
impossible to copy. "You have two of the three copies that were ever made"
Adam looked down at them. He had placed the originals in a safe deposit box
at the bank with the money he made for Drew.

"No one can ever see these Tony. Drew won't be safe"

Tony nodded. "I guess you want me to destroy my copies?"

Adam smiled. "Please. This has to end completely"

Tony agreed and left Adam to his Son.











"Who was that?"

Adam looked at Max. The boy was handsome and built like a true
athlete. "Just a friend"

"But he saw me"

"Don't worry Max. He was here to help. You're in no danger from him" He
moved to Drew's side and knelt down to look at the boy's face. "Go to sleep
Max. We have a long day tomorrow" Max nodded and sat on the other bed next
to Drew. He saw Adam bring a chair over and face them.

"You're not sleeping?"

Adam didn't hesitate. "I'm not here to sleep Son. You get some rest now"

Max lost count of the times Adam called him Son, but everyone seemed to hit
Max in his soul. He didn't know why it was so intimate or why it meant so
much to him. Max felt younger than he was whenever Adam referred to him
that way. He felt part of a whole.

"Yes Sir"









Drew's eyes couldn't focus quite right. He felt so drained. He didn't know
where he was. It was dark and he saw a large man in front of him. The man
leaned down and the first thing Drew noticed was the way he smelled. His
tiny body took a large lungful inside and something in his brain made Drew
relax. He didn't need to see clearly to know who it was.

"Daddy..."

A large hand smoothed out his furrowed brow and moved through his hair. He
would know his Father's touch anywhere.

"Sleep kitten" the comforting voice told him.












The next day was busy.

Adam held Drew aloft in his arms as Nicholas Speets wrote down notes and
issued commands to other officers. Apparently there was a big bust of child
trafficking nearby. Imagine that.

"So your Son called you from a payphone and you drove up here without
calling me first?" Speets sounded a little put off.

"That's right" Adam said. He looked at his Son and gave him a kiss. "I
didn't have anything else on my mind except getting him" Nicholas Speets
looked at Drew, comfortable in his Father's big arms.

"Son, I know you're tired but do you remember anything else?"

"I'm not your Son" Drew said, reactively. Adam squeezed him and told him
that's not what the agent meant. Drew said he was sorry but Agent Speets
told him it was alright. "Just what I said. I woke up and everyone was
leaving the house. Someone carried me out and I was at the gas station
until my Dad got here"

"Do you remember how you were taken?"

Drew shook his head. "I was leaving school when someone came behind me and
then I fell asleep"

Adam looked at Speets. "We found a bottle of Chloroform at the house. It
was most likely used on your Son"

"I know you're busy, but I have to get him home to his mother" Adam
said. Agent Speets looked thoughtfully for a moment and then nodded his
head.

"Have your Son taken to a hospital. Our medics checked him out already but
have a doctor check him thoroughly"

Adam nodded and got back in the truck and drove away, leaving a large squad
of police cars behind. Agent Speets watched him leave.









Adam picked Max up on the road a few miles away. The teenager climbed in
and Drew immediately hugged him. Max hugged him back.

"Hey little brother" he said, ruffling Drew's hair. "Let's go home"










Two weeks had past. Drew went back to his mother's house for the first week
but was allowed to visit with Adam, who stayed in a nearby hotel. At least
that was what she was told. Adam in fact, had stayed with Max the whole
time. Drew kept this information from her and loved the time he spent with
both his heroes.

Adam had repaired all the damage he caused at Max's mother's house and even
helped the teenager fix his buddies car. Drew helped too.

The raid on the mansion had been in all the papers and Adam read them with
interest. The massive amount of movies of child exploitation was found and
several of the kids identified. No suspects were discussed in the death of
Simon Angervoe, but several of his staff, who were now in prison, were
believed to be responsible.

No one really cared. Simon was dead.

The dead boy Adam found was talked about but his identity was not
revealed. It said his family was notified. Adam looked up at Drew and Max.

Max was telling Drew about what happened to his face. He wasn't wearing his
makeup and the beating Adam gave him was now showing through heavily. Of
course the story told to Drew was drastically different.

"And I gave the first guy and uppercut" Max said, demonstrating. Drew sat
in awe and hung on every word. "The second guy came over with a bat and
swung it at my face" He pointed to his eye. "He got lucky but I grabbed the
bat with one hand and jammed it into his throat!"

Adam rolled his eyes at Max. "So there were four of them?"

Max gave him a curt nod, not appreciating the interruption. "Yeah" Max
looked back to Drew. "So I kicked the second one when he was down and then
the THIRD one jumped on my back!"

Drew was on the edge of his seat as Max acted out the story and waved his
hands in the air as if all four men would come through the door at any
minute!

"You can beat anyone up huh Max?" Drew asked, already convinced of the
answer.

Max made a muscle in front of Drew. "What do you think?" he said with a
grin.

Adam chimed in. "What if it was...I don't know...one big guy? Like someone
really big and strong? Could you beat him too?"

Max looked over and leveled his eyes. Drew spun around and glared at
Adam. "DAD! It's Max!" he pointed to the muscled teenager. Drew turned back
and shook his head apologetically at Max.

"Sorry" Adam said, with a trace of humor in his voice. "I don't know what I
was thinking"

He stood up and gave Max a grin as the teenager once more dropped into his
exciting tale of bravery for Drew's ears.

"I'll be back" he said.

Adam found the home of Sam Anderson a few days before. There had been a
funeral and Adam attended from far away. He waited until he saw Sam's
father go into the garage. Adam put on his black mask and went inside.

James Anderson faced a workbench and didn't hear Adam enter. Adam grabbed
his shoulders and held him tight.

"Please don't turn around! I need to say something to you but you can't see
me. I'm not here to hurt you or your family in any way"

The man relaxed. "Alright"

"The police...they told you what happened. Your Son...your Son was killed
by a madman" Adam took a deep breath. "I wanted you to know the man
responsible died the same way. I made sure of it"

There was a long pause. "Why are you telling me this?"

Adam didn't have to think of his answer. "Because you're a Dad...and so am
I"

The man's shoulders slumped down and he dropped his head to the
ground. Adam released him and backed away.

"Thank you"

Adam didn't respond. He left, giving whatever peace he could to Sam's
Father.










Three weeks had now past and Adam was back at home working in the yard when
Nicholas Speets drove up. He waved to Adam and Adam nodded back.

"How are you holding up?"

Adam shrugged. "Fine, I guess. Is there something wrong?"

Nicholas tilted his head. "No, why do you ask?"

"Well, you drove out here for some reason"

Agent Speets waited for a moment but Adam didn't offer anything else. He
waved to the stairs and they both sat down.

"We went through the videos found in the house. Drew wasn't in any of them"

Adam sighed. "That's great. He doesn't remember anything and the doctors
say he wasn't touched" Adam didn't have to elaborate; Nicholas Speets knew
what he meant.

"Samples of Mr. Angervoe match the hair found on Sam Anderson and on your
Son's backpack. There is no question it was him"

"So you found the son of a bitch!"

Nicholas frowned. "We found a dead man"

"That's even better!"

Nicholas nodded. "I'm sure many think the same way" Agent Speets filled
Adam in on the rest of the events and how the children were found and
reunited with their families and several others were arrested.

There was an uncomfortable pause. "So why are you here Agent Speets?"

Nicholas looked at him deeply. "Mr. Angervoe was strangled by someone very
strong" he waited.

Adam glared back. "And you think it was me?"

Another pause. Nothing on Adam's face revealed anything Nicholas noted. "No
in fact, I'm sure it wasn't" Adam looked confused. "The story you told us
matched with the evidence"

"What evidence is that?"

"Your cell phone" Nicholas started. "I had it traced for those days. It
showed your location was at Mr. Poston's house"

Adam frowned.

"When your phone is on it couples up with local towers for email and
such. In effect it's like a GPS system. Did you know that?"

"No" Adam lied.

"Well a call did come to your phone, from a phone booth at a gas station
near the mansion where your Son was held. It looks like he did call you
from there after all" Speets looked down for a moment. "Then your phone
travelled all the way from Mr. Poston's home to the gas station. At least
according to the records"

Tony had picked up Adam's phone, waiting at Max's house for the call. He
drove it up to Adam and turned off the power as he passed the gas
station. Adam turned it on when he met Agent Speets the next day.

"It's that accurate?" Adam asked.

Nicholas nodded. "Pretty much, give or take. The area matches your story
and Mr. Poston confirmed when you left his house"

"So why are you here then?"

Speets looked right at him. "The videos we found. There's a man in one of
them that I swear could be you"

God Damn! Adam thought. He never checked for other discs of Tony's; there
hadn't been time. He kept himself together and did his best not to let his
worry show. His mind flashed with images of Brady and Trevor. He tried to
appear surprised.

"ME?"

Agent Speets watched him and slowly nodded his head. Adam felt trapped in a
corner. He couldn't have come this far just to go to jail now.

"Look!" Adam began but Nicholas stopped him.

"No offense Mr. Blake, but you don't live the way someone with massive
amounts of income would" He looked down at Adam's arm and
pointed. "Besides, the man in the film didn't have any tattoos" Adam looked
down at the inside of his arm. "It's nice" Nicholas continued. "Is it
Oriental?"

Adam laughed. "No, it's English" He raised his arm up and made a
muscle. Across his bicep, written in old script was a name...ANDREW.

Agent Speets nodded, seeing it for what it was. "Clever. You don't see it
until you lift up your arm"

"Well, there's only one person who needs to know the secret" Adam
grinned. He had the tattoo put on the day he left Drew. It was a surprise
for his Son. Agent Speets stood up and dusted himself off.

"I think that just about wraps everything up. The guilty parties are all
accounted for"

Adam stood up as well and walked with the FBI agent back to his car. "Many
men will say that they love their kids" Agent Speets said. "But you...well
you really do, don't you Mr. Blake?" He looked at Adam and Adam saw
something in his eyes that said more than what he spoke.  "You know the old
saying `Do you smoke after sex'?"

Adam shrugged and said, "I don't know...I never looked"

Nicholas nodded. "I think I'll take the same advice, and not look"

His eyes bore into Adam. He knows, Adam thought. He fucking knows I killed
him. Did he notice my arm before in the police station? Did he miss it? The
lack of tattoo?

"Give my best to Miss Benet" Adam nodded as Agent Speets got into his car
and drove away. Adam let out a long breath as soon as the car was out of
sight.  "Thank you God!"





Max was a hero. Well, for at least two people. He wanted to tell his mother
more than anything about saving Drew, but he knew he couldn't. Just once he
wanted her to be proud of him for doing something for someone else. Max had
no choice. He had to keep his peace. She came home and Max showed her the
repairs Adam did to the house. He told her he had done them, but he could
tell she didn't believe him. She never did.

Max drove back to his Father's house and was faced with the same
dilemma. His Dad though, was much worse than his mother. He immediately
jumped on Max's fight with Adam and how he lost again. The arrest and
release of the man drove him to new heights of anger. Max felt three feet
tall. He went to his room and found his things already packed for him.

It was time for Max to go.

He stayed with one friend after the other for the next few days. Drew
called him every now and then, telling Max when he would be up next. Max
borrowed a truck from his buddy and threw his bags inside. He thought maybe
he could stay with Pete for a while. His parents were cool. He drove over
to Adam's house to say hi to Drew. He always felt better around the
kid. The way the boy looked at him, made Max feel like he really had a
family for a change. Adam's attitude had changed drastically as well.

It was late when Max drove up. The sun had already set and he enjoyed the
cool night air. There was a hose on and water was coming out of the end and
filling up the front lawn. Max stepped over it and walked to the side of
the house to turn it off. He found the knob and cranked it closed, watching
the tension in the hose die away. When he stood up he was facing an open
window. He looked inside.

Drew was on his knees between Adam's spread legs, and licking at the
biggest dick that Max had ever seen!




....To be Concluded!!