All Queers Must Die Page 5

  “I’m ready,” Bart said, opening the front door.

  Bart followed Reese down the stairs, across the courtyard, and to the left. At the end of the hall, they turned left again, and on the right side was a door without a number or description on it. Reese opened it, then flipped up the light switch to the right of the door. Inside the space were four or five open showers—the steam room was to the right.

  “I’ll get the steam started while you rinse off,” Reese said.

  “OK,” Bart said, as he removed his towel and stepped under one of the shower heads. He was enjoying the warm water flowing down his back, when Reese stepped nude under the shower head beside him. “There’s not much privacy in this place, is there?”

  “Not much needed, Jeremy. We’re not too shy around here; and those that are, have the option to wear a bathing suit when they come inside.”

  After a few minutes, Reese turned off his shower, and Bart followed suit. They walked into the steam room and sat down. Reese got back up after a minute, leaving his towel behind, and stretched his back out. While he was stretching, a puff of thick steam appeared.

  “God, that feels great!” Reese said, then sat back down with his legs spread wide—exposing what he had for all to see—and looking like he didn’t have a care in the world. He cupped his balls for a moment, let out a low groan, and pulled nonchalantly on his uncut cock.

  “Do you come here often?” Bart said.

  “Depends what you mean by come,” Reese said, then laughed loudly. “I’m just kidding. I come here almost every night to relax after work.”

  “So, do you give private lessons like Simon?”

  “That’s not really my thing, boss,” Reese said. “I joined Simon for a three-way once—it was no big deal. He and I are like bros, and we do aim to please when it comes to the resort’s guests.”

  “I’m starting to get confused about whether this is a resort or a whorehouse,” Bart said.

  “I can see how that would confuse you. Look, I’m not gonna lie to you, Jeremy. Some of the staff members here make extra cash on the side with their so called ‘private training sessions.’”

  “You’re being awfully open about things.”

  Reese stood up again and repeated his stretch routine. This time when he headed back to his seat, he picked up his towel and placed it closer to Bart, but remained standing as he spoke.

  “Last time you were here, you found out ‘about things’, and you’re bound to find out about them again.”

  “And you said that you don’t typically do ‘those things’ yourself, Reese?”

  “Nope.” Reese sat back down, putting his hand on Bart’s knee as he did so. “It’s all too slimy for me. Heck, I enjoy sex as much as the next guy, but most of the time I prefer it with beautiful women who are close to my own age. But I’m not really picky when I’m feeling horny. I joined Simon that one time—actually a couple of times, because he asked me to as a friend. Hell, he’s handsome, so what’s the big deal? I was sort of hoping you and I could be friends, Jeremy. And there’s nothing wrong with giving a friend a helping hand, is there?”

  Chapter 9

  Hot and Steamed

  REESE SLID his hand slowly up Bart’s leg and under his towel. He found Bart’s cock and wrapped his hand around it.

  “Nice,” Reese said.

  “Thank you,” Bart said. “But shouldn’t we—”

  Before he could finish his statement, Reese kissed Bart hard on the mouth, then roughly slipped his tongue between Bart’s lips, seeking his tongue.

  Bart wasn’t sure what was going on, but Reese didn’t seem to have his whole heart in what he was doing—either that, or he was a sloppy kisser. Still, he wanted to try and get to the bottom of things. So he untied his towel, opened it, looked Reese sternly in the eyes, and gave an order.

  “Suck it.”

  Reese got on his knees in front of Bart, lifted Bart’s cock to his mouth with his hand, and began to suck on the head. He looked up at Bart nervously for a moment, then went down on the entire shaft of his cock.

  He may not have been a great kisser, but Reese definitely had experience giving blow jobs. Bart sat back and enjoyed the blow job for a while before lightly pushing Reese back.

  “It’s hot in here, Reese… let’s shower and continue this upstairs in my bedroom.”

  The two men left the steam room and showered. While drying off with his towel, Bart looked up at the clock and remembered he had a previous appointment.

  “Shoot!” Bart said.

  “What’s wrong?” Reese said.

  “I forgot that James wanted to meet me on the beach to discuss something,” Bart said, searching Reece’s face for a reaction—there was none.

  “That’s disappointing,” Reese said. “You’re not just finding an excuse to blow me off, are you, Jeremy?”

  “No, and it’ll only be twenty to thirty minutes, tops. Then if you’re still interested, we can continue what we’re doing in my apartment. Who knows—maybe we can both ‘blow off’ each other.”

  “Then… you do find me attractive?” Reese said.

  “Definitely,” Bart said, then kissed Reese on the lips. Meet me back at my room in forty minutes, OK?”

  “OK,” Reese said. “I’m looking forward to it.”

  BART WENT upstairs, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, then headed out of the complex. He passed by Alstair, who was in the parking lot and waved. Halfway down the main open walkway, Jenna appeared from a side hall and walked over to him.

  “What’s the rush, Jeremy?”

  “I have a meeting with James, then I need to rush back for an evening session with our resident lifeguard and stud Reese.”

  “Frank and I were lucky enough to catch you two showering on the cameras. There’s a hidden camera or two in the changing room and shower area. How far did things go between you two?”

  “Far enough to make me curious as to his intentions,” Bart said.

  “You’re thinking someone put him up to making the moves on you,” Jenna said. “Why?”

  “Probably to keep an eye on me… or find out what I know,” Bart said. “Also to find out what I might remember that someone would prefer I forget—permanently.”

  “You’ll have to push Reese hard to find out what he’s up to,” Jenna said. “I have the impression he’s at least a bit of a player.”

  “Well, the player’s about to be played,” Bart said, as he stepped off the cement walkway onto the grass.

  Jenna, still beside him, grabbed his arm for a moment. “Are you doing OK, Jeremy? You forgot your shoes.” She looked down at his bare feet.

  “I don’t need them. I’ve got an appointment for a walk on the beach, where I’m hoping to hear something interesting.”

  “Be careful,” Jenna said. “Even Frank can’t have his eyes everywhere.”

  “I understand. And by the way, tell Frank I don’t mind having an audience later when I’m with Reese. I’m assuming there are hidden cameras in my quarters.”

  “Of course—in every room. When’s your rendezvous with the lifeguard?”

  “In forty minutes.”

  “I’ll let the cameraman know,” Jenna said. “And I’ll be sure to check on him in between my classes.” She smiled, then left Bart.

  Bart stopped and looked toward the beach. The evening was warm and quiet. In the distance along the water’s edge, he could see a few couples walking hand in hand. To the right of them was a lone, tall, and lean figure, which had to be James. Not wanting to waste time, Bart headed straight toward him. He passed an older couple, said hello, then made his way to James, who looked up at him.

  “Hi,” James said.

  “Hi,” Bart said. “What… no tropical drink in hand?”

  James smiled, then spoke. “I’m sorry to interrupt your employee meeting with Reese.”

  “Someone keeps you well informed, I see,” Bart said. “I think I can guess who, since I ran into him coming here—Alstair’s a bi
t of an obvious spy, don’t you think? Interesting name Alstair… not Alistair as one would think, but Alstair. Alstair from the islands… probably from the island where your resort is located.”

  “And what if he is from there?”

  “A man like you would know how to pick loyal employees,” Bart said, kicking up some water with his foot. “You’ve got major concerns about this place, don’t you?”

  “Yes. I need people I can trust, and who can keep me informed… like Alstair. Why were you with Reese?”

  “I told you earlier that I want to get in with the crowd that Reese is a part of to see how they tick.”

  “Yeah, but why start with him.”

  “Is that jealousy I hear in your voice, James?” There was silence for a long moment, and Bart decided he’d better not push things too far. “Actually, Reese started things with me… when we were in the employee steam room. He wasn’t 100 percent into what he was doing, which makes me wonder who put him up to doing it.”

  “Are you sure someone put him up to it?” James said.

  “Pretty sure. When we meet again, shortly—I’ll put him to the test—just to see how far he’ll go.”

  “Somebody wants to know what you remember, if anything, about the last time you were here, Jeremy.”

  “What exactly are they worried I’ll remember?” Bart said. “So far, I’ve learned my employees are turning tricks on the premises; and the resort allows a child molester to stay on the premises, because the owner’s husband said to do so.”

  “You’re wrong there,” James said. “There’s no child molester here at the resort.”

  “I’m not blind,” Bart said. “I saw Mr. Orion and his ‘grandsons’ with my own eyes. And neither boy looked a day over fourteen or—” James gave him a look that made him think about what he’d just said—and the light went off in his head.

  “You understand what I said earlier now, don’t you, Jeremy?”

  “I think so, but enlighten me please, James.”

  “Lisa would never allow children to be endangered at her resort, but she also didn’t want to cross her husband.” He let his hand brush softly against Bart’s, then continued speaking. “She’s a brilliant woman, who’s good at finding solutions to problems both big and small. The Mr. Orion problem was mid-sized. She talked to someone at the resort with connections to people who could find young men able to pass for underage boys. The young men that were found were already in the business of prostituting themselves, but old enough to be consenting adults.”

  “Who found them for her?” Bart said. “Was it Simon Fenton?”

  “Yes, how did you know?”

  Bart let his fingers slip into James’s, held his hand tightly, then spoke. “You’re beautiful in the moonlight, James… I think you’re beautiful.”

  “But you’ll end up spending the night with Reese to find out what he’s up to,” James said. “I wonder if you’ll even give me a second thought while you’re making love to him.”

  “There’s a big difference between having sex and making love. I doubt Reese and I will be making love. Reese told me that he and Simon were involved in some sexual shenanigans at Simon’s request. That’s why I guessed just now that it was Simon who found the boys—besides, I don’t really know many other people here. What’s the price you mentioned to me earlier—the price for your help?”

  “Do you even still need my help, now that you have Reese?”

  “Yes, stop being a jealous idiot and tell me your price, James.”

  “I want you to find a way to get Mr. Orion out of this resort, and ensure that he never returns,” James said.

  “That sounds like an awfully big price,” Bart said. “Wouldn’t you rather just have me?”

  “If I thought that was a real possibility, I’d strongly consider it. Don’t you have an appointment to keep?” James said.

  “As acting manager, you could order me to stay out here with you.”

  “I could, but you have your mission to finish—whatever it might be,” James said. “And I won’t ask you what that mission is. Just remember, I’m here, should you ever need a friend.”

  Bart looked up at James and they kissed passionately in the moonlight. Unlike Reese, James was an excellent kisser, who was 100 percent interested in who and what he was doing.

  As he walked back to his apartment, Bart wondered what James was up to at the resort. The man certainly seemed to know about, at least, some of the things happening in the place, but it was unsettling how close James was to figuring out why he—or rather Jeremy was on the premises.

  Already Bart was making friends with people who seemed to have their own agendas. The real question was which ones were really friends, and which ones were foes.

  Chapter 10

  Love Me

  THE FIRST THING Bart did when he got back to his apartment was take a quick shower. After drying off, he wrapped a towel around his waist and sat in the living room to wait for Reese. Things were happening way too slowly… he still wasn’t sure what exactly Jeremy and Tara’s visiting sister Delia had gotten involved with at the resort or in town; and he didn’t know how long he could keep up the ruse of being Jeremy. It was time to get answers—just then there was a knock on the door.

  FRANK AND Jenna watched Bart open the door and let Reese inside his apartment. The two were alone in Frank’s secure office, where they could watch numerous monitors at one time.

  “Do you think Jeremy looks nervous?” Jenna said, always being careful to refer to Bart as Jeremy, even with others who knew the truth.

  “No,” Frank said. “He looks determined… I hope Reese is ready for whatever Jeremy’s gonna dole out.”

  “I don’t think Reese will see whatever Jeremy’s got up his sleeve coming. They’re headed into the bedroom, Frank.”

  They watched as Bart and Reese started kissing.

  “Reese is definitely being put up to doing this—or he stinks at kissing,” Frank said. “The guy already came in with no shirt and flip-flops on—he’s ready for action. Whoa, there went his shorts and drawers in one move! Way to go, Jeremy.”

  “Frank, I need close-up shots of Reese’s body,” Jenna said. “At least, the parts that are normally hidden.”

  “There’s not much that guy keeps hidden—on the job, he wears Speedos. What exactly are you looking for?”

  “Tracks or anything else that might tell us he’s using,” Jenna said.

  “I think you’re way off base there, Jenna. Look at the guy, he’s pretty much flawless, and drugs would take their toll.”

  “Not necessarily, but you’re probably right about him not being a user—still, we should check everything.”

  “Understood,” Frank said, then worked the cameras in order to get close-up shots of Reese’s naked body. “Delia and Jeremy didn’t have any tracks on their bodies.”

  “No, but their systems were ravaged by whatever drugs they were given,” Jenna said, as she looked carefully at the image of Reese’s body.

  “I guess it’s possible to inhale drugs, like people do coke and stuff,” Frank said. “But Jeremy would never have done that, neither would Delia—as Tara’s sister she’d know better. Delia saw some of the people her sister had to work on who were all drugged out or up—whatever they say. Poor kid just wanted to take a vacation and—hey, maybe they ingested the drug, the same way people eat pot brownies.”

  “Maybe,” Jenna said, still looking at the screen images in front of her.

  “How long do we need to look at this?” Frank said. “And what exactly are we looking for?”

  “I’m not sure,” Jenna said. “But I have a feeling it’s something we should be listening for, and when the time comes…we’ll know.”

  BART AND Reese were rolling around on Bart’s bed kissing and running their hands up, down, and around each other’s bodies. Then Bart decided it was time to make his move.

  “Reese, I’m sure enjoying this, but I can’t help but wonder why you’re her
e.”

  “It’s like I told you earlier, a guy gets horny sometimes, and it’s good to have friends to lend a hand.”

  “I’m glad to hear you say that,” Bart said. “Because I’m feeling mighty horny myself.” He pushed Reese back hard, then grabbed his legs and raised them high in the air.

  “Hey, dude, I’m not into that” Reese said.

  Bart responded by lifting Reese’s legs higher in the air. Reese struggled but couldn’t get up. Using his hands, Bart spread Reese’s ass wide and blew softly into his asshole, watching it quiver as he did so.

  “That looks good and tight to me,” Bart said. “And I’m just in the mood for a virgin ass.”

  He positioned his hard cock right above Reese’s asshole and could hear Reese gasping and breathing hard.

  “Um, listen, Jer, couldn’t we just sixty-nine a while. You haven’t even lubed me up,” Reese said, then laughed nervously.

  “I’m in the mood to screw, not suck… and I’m all out of lube,” Bart said.

  “HOLY CRAP!” Frank said. “He just pinned Reese down hard and tight… there’s no way he’s getting away from him.”

  “That’s the plan,” Jenna said.

  “Bart’s not really gonna rape the guy, is he?”

  “Not if he tells him what he wants to hear. Frank, Jeremy’s playing for keeps, like we all need to be. He’s gonna do what it takes. Don’t go getting soft on us—remember what they did to the people we know and love.”

  “I’m not going soft, but we don’t even know if Reese is involved,” Frank said.

  “No, but I think we’re fixing to find out. Look at Reese shaking… he looks like he might cry. The man’s scared of something—and it’s not Jeremy.”

  “PLEASE, JER… please,” Reese said, feeling Bart’s thick, hard cock resting against his asshole, but not in it. “Please don’t do this to me.”

  “Why not? I thought that’s what you came here for, Reese.”

  Reese was struggling, with Bart’s full body weight against him. He looked up into Bart’s eyes and saw no compassion, just something animalistic, cold and horrifying. Realizing the situation he was in and seeing no escape from it, Reese began to cry.