Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2004 11:52:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Ganymede
Subject: Movie Brat Chapter 10

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Movie Brat, by Ganymede



Chapter 10.



".... It's Hollywood-babe time. Top of the hour, jiving
alive, right here on 106.5. Who's letting go? Hi to all the
guys getting ready to party with Andy. This is the Satur-
night show. We'll play some more songs in a while. Right now,
we're breaking for a word from our sponsor...."



Will turned off the radio. Thinking too many thoughts. Too
hard. Wanting to concentrate. Impossible with Dyani sitting
there beside him. Trying to remember it all, just in case his
plan didn't work out.  Gorgeous, sexy boy on his way to the
ball. Like Cinderella, but conveyed in a Ferrari instead of a
pumpkin-turned-chariot. Dressed up too. No ball gown, but
the height of fashion in California casual. Just like a movie
star kid. His mother had a knack for picking out clothes that
showed off her son. Will's boy was hot, with a capital 'H'.
Ready to get laid. That was the part that Will didn't want to
think about. Setting Dyani up with Donny Freeman. All for a
bit part in a B-grade movie. Even a leading role wasn't worth
it, not even for a five-second peek at Dyani Deere's perfect
boy-body.

"We're almost there," Will muttered.

Dyani grinned. Not realizing what lay in store. Living in
fantasy. Time for Hollywood Reality 101. Tinsel Town shock
just down the street.

"Dy, tonight,..."

Will slowed down, crawling down the wide suburban streets.
Just a few blocks away. Vast estates. Mansions spaced out and
heavily landscaped between to hide the neighbors.

"Yes Sil?"

Boy treble. So sweet and innocent. Sick to his stomach. Was
he really thinking of setting Dyani up with Donny Freeman?

"Do you remember what we talked about the first day? About
how some kids manage to get into movies?"

"By having sex," Dyani answered quietly.

Awkward hesitation. Staring out the window. Emotionless.
Perhaps he realized what was coming.

"Yeah."

"Tonight's the night, huh?" Straight to the point.

"Maybe."

"Oh."

Dreadful sigh. Will hated to hear it. Dyani accepting his
task. Spreading his cheeks to earn what he wanted.  Accepting
his lot in life without further complaint.

"Do you remember that man who we met today at the roller
coaster?" Will was tired and angry at himself, but he still
tried to explain before the words dried up in his throat.

"The man with the beard?" Muted sad voice.

Will nodded. Strange that Dyani would say that, and not the
man who was with his three sons. At the time, he could tell
that Dyani was getting negative vibes from how Donny Freeman
gave him the eye. Dyani was being considered for fuck-
potential, and both of them knew it.  Premeditated sex. It
had to be discussed. There was no other choice. Get Dyani a
part, no matter the cost.

"Yeah."

"You don't like him very much," Dyani murmured.

It was only the truth, but it came from the mouth of an
observant child. Will shuddered inside. Mother and son were
both very similar.

"No, not much."

"Why him?"

"You didn't like him either huh?"

Dyani sucked on his bottom lip. "I will if I have too, Sil,"
he said solemnly.

"That's not what I asked."

"I know." Dyani risked glancing at Will. "He's nothing like
you at all."

"It won't be that bad," Will said hopefully.

Hopelessly. Trying to convince himself that maybe a blow job
would suffice. With luck, most of it would be by hand.
Putting in his mouth once or twice so it qualified as oral
sex. Taking it out at the end. Then, Dyani would have to let
Freeman suck him off, probably even stick a finger up him.
Maybe that would be enough? Who was he trying to deceive?
Freeman wanted ass! Pretend incest, because he couldn't do
it with his sons. Will missed the turnoff and had to back up.

"What did you and Mom talk about on the way home?"

"You."

Will took a  deep breath. Honesty time. Dyani had put one and
one together and he'd come up with the logical connection. He
was being pushed out of the nest a month before he was ready.
He would never be ready as far as Will Sterling was
concerned.

"Okay? So are you going to tell me, or do I have to ask her?"

"Your dad wants you home by Wednesday this week."

"No!"

Will pulled in to the curb and stopped. Party house was just
a few houses down the street. He could see the blue balloons
festooning the front gate. Even the big red balloon in the
center of the bunch. Advertising the deflowering that was
about to happen. Tonight was  Connor Hewer's big night.
Hoover-mouth was about to graduate to bigger and better
things.

A couple of uniformed pay-by-the-day guards stood around the
gated entrance checking invitations and keeping out the
rest.

"Your mom called him while we were on the roller coaster,"
Will explained.

Dyani shook his head, not disputing, but too heartbroken to
do much else.

"She thinks,... we think, Dy, that if you get a contract
quickly, then maybe he'll change his mind. Your mom said he'd
consider  letting you stay here through the end of summer."

Will didn't mention that Cynthia was leaving on Wednesday,
with or without her son.

"Yeah, like in a few days? You said it usually takes months."

"I know I did say that. You remember Freeman saying that he's
putting together a remake of  Oliver Twist for TV. It's going
to be released this Christmas."

"Oliver Twist?" Dyani's voice quavered with anticipation.

"The main part is already taken unfortunately," Will added.
"He's using his oldest son as Oliver."

That alone was considered very bad form in the movie
industry. Director incest! Just thinking about casting
Freeman's son in the role of Oliver instead of Dyani made
Will nauseous. However, it was only to be expected. 'Oliver
Twist' was a low-budget movie, produced on a handout from one
of the big networks like Fox or ABC. It would be shown a
couple of times on television each year during the holiday
season, for three or four years in a row before it was
consigned to the archives. More than likely it would be shot
on Betamax instead of celluloid to keep the cost down.

"Oh! That's too bad."

"You're not old enough to be the Artful Dodger, Dyani.
Anyway, I think Freeman might be convinced to consider you
for one of the other kids," Will ended. "It'll be a minor
role, but if you can show what you can do, it'll lead to
bigger things."

"I have to have sex with him in order to get it, don't I
Sil?" Dyani asked sullenly.

"That's usually the deal, Dy," Will confirmed heartlessly.
"You ought to get thirty thousand dollars for three weeks of
filming," he added optimistically.

He didn't add that it was less than Dyani could earn doing
voice-overs, or acting in a twenty-second commercial.

"Thirty thousand dollars? Really? Thirty thousand?"

For a ten-year-old boy thirty thousand dollars was a lot of
money. It might even be enough to sway his father, who
probably took home barely twice that much after a year of
teaching school. However, Will's share as Dyani's agent, and
prorating his other costs, would reduce it by as much as a
third. He wasn't at all sure that he would do that, because
twenty thousand was 'nothing' in the movie trade, but if he
didn't take his fee and the word got out, other parents would
complain about special treatment.

"Yeah. How are you going to spend it? Buy yourself a Harley
Davidson?"

Dyani grinned, forgetting for the moment about what he would
have to do to get the contract. Instead, he was thinking
about sitting on the kid-cycle at the Santa Monica pier.

He shook his head, putting selfishness aside.

"Hey, I know what I could do with it. I can pay for the
addition that Mom and Dad want," Dyani said brightly.

Construction costs had to be lower in Indianapolis, Will
thought, but even thirty thousand dollars wouldn't pay for
much of an addition.

"Cool!" Will hated himself. He inhaled, trying to find a way
to say what he had to say. "Dy, if it works out,... it
probably won't be tonight, but when you're with him,... I'm
going to try to be close by the whole time, okay. If
something happens,...and well, you don't like it,... I want
you to call out for me."

Dyani regarded Will with a frown. "Like what would happen?"
he asked nervously.

"Um,... Freeman,... Well he can be a bit,... um, weird, I
guess is the best way of putting it."

"Weird?" Dyani repeated tonelessly

"Do you know what a dildo is, Babe?" Will asked emptily.

"Huh? A what?"

Will was put on the spot. Of course, there was no logical
reason why a ten-year-old boy should know what one was. Not
even if he'd been having sex with Alex from across the street
for a couple of years. Boys might occasionally stick things
besides dicks up each other's butts, but very few graduated
to using dildos before they were teenagers.

"It's a,... um, well it's sort of an artificial cock, Dyani.
It's usually,... ah,...it's about the same size as the real
thing.... Most are made out of plastic or something like
that."

Dyani giggled, putting Will's description together with what
he had observed that morning.

"You have one in the box behind the bed. I saw it when I was
trying to find something else,..." He ended with a smirk,
thinking of the  blue and white tube labeled 'KY', which he
quickly discovered had nothing to do with Kentucky and
everything to do with getting his body slippery so Will's
cock could slid in without too much difficulty.

Will nodded, holding back his amusement. "Yeah, there's two
or three in there I think."

"What are they for?"

Curious boy, asking questions to find out more. Maybe
thinking ahead. Trying to understand the adult world that
he'd become part of.

"What do you think they're for?"

Dyani looked at Will and smirked knowingly in reply. It
wasn't difficult to work out what a person did with a dildo.
Not even in the realm of being a square peg-round hole
problem. A boy with an itchy butt and an artificial cock
would come to the natural conclusion.

Will grinned. "I guess it's easy to figure out what they're
used for, huh? Actually, if it's not too big, using one can
be a lot of fun."

"The one I saw was pretty big," Dyani giggled.

It was a lot bigger than Alex' dust broom handle, which hurt
a lot the very first time they used it, but Dyani wasn't
about to say that. However, as big as it was, he still
realized it would fit inside him because it was about the
same size as Will's erect cock. The idea gained momentum in
his head. He would try it as soon as he had the opportunity.

"Well, you probably saw the largest one. The thing is, Dy, a
lot of men and boys like to use them."

"Are you going to use one with me?"

Will smiled reassuringly. "Yes,  but we'll  do it only when
you want to. Otherwise, it could hurt you."

Deep breath time. Breaking the bad news as gently as he
could. Not wanting Dyani to be frightened any more than
necessary, but wanting him to also know the truth. Not
meeting Dyani's sensuous eyes. Speaking to himself.

 "The reason why I'm worried about you and Freeman, Babe,...
Well....  Mine are a bit smaller than the real thing, and I'd
never force it into you,..."

Will stopped to think how best to say what he had to say. It
wasn't right to send Dyani into Donny Freeman's bed without
telling him what lay ahead. Ideally, he would have spent
days, even weeks, preparing Dyani in advance.

"If I used a large one and forced it in, I could really tear
you up inside," he explained. There was no way of taking the
barb off the words. They stung with cruelty.

Dyani nodded vaguely, taking note of Will's serious tone.

"See, Dy,... Freeman does things like that," Will continued.

"Why?"

"I don't know. Maybe his dick isn't all that big, so he uses
a big dildo afterwards to make up for it," Will reasoned
before he realized what he was saying to teenie weenie boy.
"Hell, I don't know!" he ended guiltily.

Dyani gave an insignificant shrug. "I'll do whatever I have
to, Sil," he said halfheartedly.

"I know you will, Babe," Will agreed. "I don't want to see
you hurt. It isn't worth it, not for a minor role in one of
Freeman's movies."

Will almost added, 'not for a leading role in any movie'.
Instead, he found himself thinking of what Billy Sterling
had done to make his career. He held his tongue. He drove
down to the entrance to Eddie Ander's Italian-Renaissance-
style house.

It was easy to understand why Draven, like a dozen other boys
at one time or another, made the decision to sleep in Eddie's
bed. The house was spectacular. It was built of brick and
polished stone, the latter like the roofing tiles, imported
from Italy a generation earlier. The house was always on the
celebrity tour circuit, as much for its past owners as its
current owner.

"What's the occasion, Sil?" Dyani asked while Will's name
was being checked off the carefully selected, all-male guest
list. "It looks like a birthday party."

Will smiled. The 'birthday' made as good an excuse as any to
have boys gathered for a party. He used it himself once or
twice when he invited his close friends and their companions
to his house. The red balloon made all the difference.

"It does, doesn't it?" he replied tonelessly.

The tall wrought iron gates opened automatically and Will
proceeded on down the white gravel driveway. It was
landscaped to evoke the countryside near Firenza. Dark
pencil-thin cypress pines instead of fences to the sides,
manicured lawns, green box hedges. The centerpiece in front
of the house was an alabaster fountain with cupids cavorting
amid streams of arcing water. 'Pee fest' was but one of the
names it was given, because each stream began at a tiny stone
dick. Will had seen it a dozen times and he still grinned.
Dyani giggled. Valet attendants make parking a simple matter
of handing over the keys.

"Okay, Movie Brat. Let's go party," Will remarked as
enthusiastically as he could manage under the circumstances.

He took Dyani's hand and started up the broad flight of
stairs. He could not help but think 'let's go party' really
meant 'let's get you laid.' Small warm hand, so comfortably
fitting into his grasp. Trusting boy. No idea of what was in
store for him. Not really. Still too young and inexperienced
to know better. Not even after being fucked by Alex for a
couple of years. Boys didn't count. Boys fucking boys, well
that was natural.

Will stopped at the top of the steps and looked around behind
him. Stalling for time. Feeling ashamed, but unable to turn
back. He wanted Dyani Deere for himself. But why? The
incredible double-fuck in the bed when he woke up that
morning. Tongue fucking 'Movie Brat' in the Hummer, feeling
his prostate while a cop looked in the front window. The blow
job of his life at the top of Ferris wheel. All of it eating
at him, gnawing into his conscience, demanding an answer.
There was only one answer. He loved Dyani, damn it!

Draven was playing host. Grinning from ear to ear, shaking
hands and explaining that Eddie was around somewhere. He was
'getting set up'. Side by side with Dyani, Draven was nearly
half a head taller. Will winked crudely, making eye contact
with the boy who, until recently, had been so much a part of
his life. Thinking of Draven nude, his rigid boy-dick
sticking out and his tight little ass. Thinking of Eddie's
nickname for him. On 106.5, Draven was 'Be-be', alias for
'Boner-boy', because he was always boned up and ready for
fun. Will gave him a hug and Draven hugged back. They would
always be closer than friends.

"So how's it working out, Babe?" Will asked when they parted.

Draven returned a bored look with his eyes lifted up as if
beseeching divine intervention.

"That bad, huh?"

"Nah. It's okay mostly. It's not that bad," Draven admitted
shyly.

Draven was one of those boys who had not made the transition
to another man's company as smoothly as Will would have
liked. Some boys lingered, unwilling to break from the men
who helped them achieve fame and fortune. Will smiled
reassuringly. It was time for Draven to move on. He could do
a lot worse than Eddie Anders.

"He's one of the best," Will admitted.

"Yeah, I know. It's just hard getting used to, um,... someone
new,... sometimes, I think about stuff,... you know what I
mean?"

Will nodded. It was the same for boys. One boy followed
another, usually at intervals of two or three months. Some
lasted longer. Some, only a week. And Dyani, lasting maybe
only for a day. He didn't want to think about that. Not with
Freeman!

 Draven flipped his cell-phone open. He stabbed the '3' key
for the third entry and waited until his phone call was
answered.

"Mr. Sterling has just arrived in the foyer, Mr. Anders," he
said with staged formality.

He used a voice that would made an English butler proud,
perfect diction, accent, and timbre. Surnames stressed
unnecessarily. Then, he giggled and listened for a moment
before closing the flip-top.

"Eddie wants to talk to you, Sil. He'll be down in a minute,"
he explained. Then, he turned his innocent blue eyes on
Dyani.  "Have you recovered from the beating I gave you at
karate?" he teased.

Dyani grinned and shook his head. "It wasn't much of a
beating. Will's paying for me to take lessons so you better
watch out."

Draven grinned back at him.

"So, he's Doe Eyes, huh?" Will asked. He shook  his head,
pretending incredulity.

Draven laughed. "Yeah. I hoped you were listening, Sil. It's
perfect for him, don't you think?"

"Uh huh."

"Pretty cute, what else I said, huh?... You, Will, have fun?"

"Very funny. I'm going to have a word to Rick about the rest
of it  though," Will said. "He's pushing the rule a bit too
far."

"It was dumb using his name. The silver thing too," Draven
agreed. "I only told him to do the 'you will have fun' part.
So did you?" He smirked, clearly having fun. "Have fun?" he
added, just in case it wasn't clear.

"You'll have to ask Dyani," Will countered quickly.

Draven kept smirking as if he knew the answer, glanced at the
current favorite who was still holding Will's hand like he
was afraid to let go. Dyani was rapt, turning slowly his head
around as he tried to take it all in. One glance was enough
to see he was not really paying attention to what was being
said.

"Don't have to," Draven said with barely constrained sneer.
Then, realizing how it sounded, added, "I bet he's glad you
came."

Giggling with innuendo, because as frivolous as it was, it
was funny. Cum jokes came easily, even when a boy was still
too young to make it. Even jealous, Draven was a sweetie. He
clearly sensed what was going on between Will and Dyani.
Besides, it was nearly impossible for a boy to hide the 'I've
been fucked'  look, when the man who did it was standing
right beside him. Draven made moon-eyes, mocking Will for
being unfaithful, showing him what he was missing, not quite
making the offer, but suggesting the possibility was in the
offing.

Will laughed and playfully cuffed Draven on the shoulder
with his free hand. Dyani didn't get it, or if he did, he
ignored their laughter. He was surrounded by glossy
checkerboard marble and mirrored walls, and fragrant orange
trees in big ceramic tubs. A curved staircase led to the
bedrooms upstairs. High overhead, a chandelier sparkled like
a thousand diamonds. For a boy who had grown up in a small
Midwestern ranch-house, it was simply too much to take in.

"So who's the occasion, Draven?" Will asked, even though he
was certain who the red balloon at the front gate was for.

"Didn't you hear Connor's message to Emmett getting it off
tonight, Sil? It was right before mine. The one about Hoover
and Pandy? Tonight's the night?"

"You're joking?" Pretending ignorance.

"Nope."

"Tonight?" Still playing along, acting dumb because he was
supposed to be the last person to know.

Draven answered with a grin.

"Hey, Will, I'm glad you could make it after all," Eddie
announced as he came down the stairs. "I see you brought his
cuteness along too."

They waited until Eddie was nearly at the bottom of the
stairs before they walked over to greet him. He shook hands
with Dyani and continue to hold his hand afterwards for a few
moments longer than necessary. Jealous surge whenever anyone
touched his boy.

"I thought he might as well get started meeting the right
people," Will said.

"That's us, all right.  Instead of that crowd of perverts he
met at Emmett's pool party, huh?"

 Inside joke. Will smiled. Emmett's crowd was entirely
Hollywood. His brother's party extended beyond the celluloid
to include politicians, investment bankers, and foreign
dignitaries.

"Well, we're certainly the right people for Dyani, aren't we
Boner-boy?" Eddie guffawed. He put an arm around Draven and
hugged him tightly. "Sticking out yet, are we?"

An exaggerated bow, sweeping low to check out the front of
Draven's clothes. Shaking his head, much to Will's
amusement. With the predominant loose fashion in boys'
clothing, there wasn't a lot to see even on the best of days.
Just a nice little boy-bulge where Dyani had nothing. Even
more to Draven's embarrassment, Eddie stuck his finger up
and then curled it down again to show what he he thought was
the status of Draven's erection. Wilted boy-dick. Rude and
crude, but it was all in good fun.

"Just wait until later," Draven snickered.

"I'll try," Eddie said with an exaggerated groan. "Hey, have
you guys entered the lucky-door-prize guessing competition
yet?'

Draven rolled his eyes and shook his head in disbelief.

"What's the prize,... Draven?" Will teased, lilting his
voice to get the point across.

"Not me, that's for sure!"

"It's on the table," Eddie pointed.

The prize was pink flamingo marionette dancer, complete with
orange furry feet suspended by pink coiled springs, a funky
orange beak, and pink fluffy feathers. American kitsch in
anyone's language.

"I picked it out. It's truly idiotic, but it sings and dances
so cool," Draven explained.

He bounded over to the table, held up the marionette by the
cross arms and gave the pot belly a sudden tap. The flamingo
began to jerk and sing, the classic 1960's hit, "Surfin'
Bird." Dyani giggled. Sexy boy getting into the mood of
things.

Will laughed. "Okay, so what do I have to guess?"

"How big is is Boner Boy's bone?" Eddie asked
straightforwardly. "The wiener winner is the nearest
fraction of an inch."

"You have to give the size in tenths too," Draven added.
"Because that's what's on the ruler."

Will rubbed his chin. Then, holding his first finger and
thumb apart, tried to imagine the changes of the last few
months.

"Hm,... how big?" he pondered.

"What do you think, Dyani?" Eddie asked boldly.

Dyani was too embarrassed to comment. Red faced. Staring at
the floor.

"Four and,... six tenths,..." Will said, deliberately erring
on being too big.

"Four point six? That's super-sized? You're not even in the
ball-park, Will. He wishes he had four," Eddie said.
"There'll be an official measuring later on, with a couple of
witnesses, won't there Draven? But trust me, it's closer to
three and a half."

Draven rolled his eyes again. Pretending frustration.
Increasingly obvious that he enjoyed Eddie's zany way of
life. Creativity was enticing.

"Oh well. And 'Surfin Bird' is my favorite song. It would
have looked great dangling from the mirror in my Hummer,"
Will commiserated goodhumoredly. "Are you sure you don't
have four and a half?"

Eddie laughed. "No way, Jose. And I'm glad he doesn't too.
The only good thing about a boy having a big dick is he
doesn't have to stand so close to the bowl."

"That's true," Will agreed. He gave Dyani's hand a firm
squeeze, to show he liked teenie weenies most of all.

"There's lots of other prizes," Draven added. "Like there's
these plastic fish. They're supposed to be piranhas. You're
supposed to use them for dental floss, but they're great for
used rubbers because you can rinse them out easily."

"What's a rubber?" Dyani asked guilelessly.

Eddie, Draven, and Will burst into laughter.

"I'll tell you afterwards, Babe," Will finally managed to
say.

Thinking how ill-prepared Dyani was. Everything was
happening too fast. Will Sterling was risking Dyani's life.
At the very least, he needed to know how to protect himself.
There would have to be some time found to go through the
basics before Donny Freeman took advantage of him. No one
trusted Sonny to do the right thing by a boy.

"What other prizes are there?" Dyani asked.

His mind, like any ten-year-old boy was always focused on his
GameBoy. The few games he brought with him from Indianapolis
were rapidly becoming boring.

"Let's see. There's a fuzzy phone," Eddie replied. "Not
quite the thing for your place Will."

"There's some talk-back macaws. Don't forget those," Draven
interjected. "They repeat whatever you say to them."

"Isn't that the truth. I've got one of them in my bedroom.
Be-be's been teaching it every dirty word he knows. It's a
long term project," Eddie said with a grin. "They're loads of
fun."

"This is going to be the party of the year," Draven boasted.

"Tonight's going to be a big night for the Hoover, I hear,"
Will joked.

"Yes indeed. From what I've heard, it's all his mother's
idea. him Although I suspect Emmett didn't say no.
Apparently, the subject came up when he spoke to Jill after
he took Connor home after his pool party," Eddie laughed. "I
guess you might say that a deal was struck for her son's
virginity. So much for waiting until he's ten. "

"It better be worth it," Will commented.

Draven croaked with restrained laughter. "It's pretty
obvious why Connor's doing it. It's because he got the lead
in 'River Rat' and he wants to do the sequel."

Will and Eddie laughed. No big surprises, even if there
wasn't a sequel. 'River Rat' was a classic, rewritten by one
of Hollywood's best screenwriters. The characters were
several several years younger than Twain imagined. Connor
was the young Tom Sawyer. Perfect for the part. Red unruly
hair and a scattering of freckles, rambunctious boy. Always
getting into trouble.

Eddie turned to Dyani. "So, cuteness, let's get to the big
question. Everyone wants to know, are you and Will having fun
yet?"

"He means have you and Will had sex?" Draven interjected.

Dyani smiled shyly and managed an inconsequential nod,
giving nothing away. A moment or two passed before he started
to blush. The perfect 'recently-been-fucked look' on a ten-
year-old boy. No need for him to admit to anything.

"Good for you. We were beginning to worry about Will, weren't
we Be-be? We thought he might have been getting ready to take
vows of celibacy and give up boys forever."

"Very funny," Will responded with a growl.

Eddie clasped Draven to him, smothering the top of his head
with kisses while Draven tried to get away. It was pretty
much a feeble effort, more of a show for Will than anything
else.

With a friendly slap on the rump, Will sent Dyani off with to
find Connor and the other boys. Eddie congratulated Draven
on the fine job he was doing as substitute host, and   with a
smile and a friendly push to get him going, sent him back to
the front door. Will and Eddie ambled through the house,
finally ending up in Eddie's burled-walnut-paneled library.

"You guys really had fun, huh?" Eddie asked as soon as the
door was closed behind him.

"You might say that," Will answered cautiously.

Eddie smirked. "You have to the luckiest man alive, Will."

Will looked around the room, leaving the obvious comment
unsaid. Floor to ceiling books. In front of Eddie's ornate
Napoleon-style desk was an antique hand-woven Persian carpet
that was worth a prince's ransom. Luck was relative. Both men
realized that luck was only a small part of being successful.

"You're not doing too badly yourself, Eddie."

Eddie inclined his head. "When it comes to boys, you're it
Will! They all love you, and unless I'm missing something,
its crystal clear that you love them back."

Will tried to shrug. Instead, his shoulders slumped down.
Without Dyani around he was  empty inside.

"Yeah, I love them. Get real, Eddie! All I do is take
advantage of them," Will said harshly.

Introspection time. Cruel truth coming out. Hating himself,
and all because of one little doe-eyed boy.

"Self-flagellation time, huh? Maybe I should call you Mel?"

"They know it, and I know it, Eddie, so why try to hide it.
They're glorified  hookers and I'm their pimp. Draven, for
one, ought to be be able to confirm that.  He's knows what he
wants and what he has to do to get it. All he's doing is
selling his ass to the highest bidder. It's the same thing
that Billy Sterling did to get into movies."

"I realize what he does with me is because he wants
something.  I'm not that naive. I'm certainly not going to
turn it down, that's for sure," Eddie replied with a smirk,
"Not when Boner Boy's spending the night in my bed and he
wants me to fuck him every bit as much as I want to fuck
him."

Will shrugged dispassionately. Draven, Boner-Boy, seeking
out sex because that was what he wanted. A boy-faggot who
needed to fuck. Tail-male. Born for the bottom. Always
grinning up at Will and using his ankles to pummel Will's
buttocks and drive him in deeper. Boy sex-machine. The same
with Dyani. End of discussion.

"Hollywood has always been one big fuck-fest," he said
dryly.

"That's true, but you know something else? These kids need
us, Will. They have fun with us. They like being around us,
and not just because we're rich, or we can get them parts in
movies. Sure, that's part of it, but we both know that a lot
of them are already inclined to guys beforehand."

"Maybe. And your point is?"

"I'm not sure I have a point. A lot of them need to be loved
because they don't get much love at home." Eddie met Will's
eyes. "Draven also knows that he can get out of having sex,
if he wants to, Will. I've told him that any number of times.
He'll still be my favorite kid-actor."

"So it sounds like you're telling me that you're in love with
Draven," Will said acerbically.

"Weren't you? Or maybe I should say, aren't you still in love
with him?"

"He's a client." Disarmingly, disparaging dispassionate.

"He's very fond of you, Will. He told me about the day you
picked him up."

Will half-heartedly sighed. "Good move, Draven," he murmured
to himself.

Thinking back. It seemed like a long time ago. Nearly a year.
Was it that long ago? A scared, lonely, little boy getting
into his car. Draven, driven by needs that he did not
understand. Wearing skin-tight Lycra biking shorts to show
off what he had, because even though he'd never done it
before, he realized what he was needed to do. What followed
was fun for him. It was also unforgettable. Life-changing.

"You were the best thing that ever happened to him," Eddie
commented.

Will ignored him. Draven the golden-haired angel. Falling in
love with a face and a body, and the person, as well. Having
sex, because it was what both of them wanted. Then,  paying
for acting lessons and one-on-one training, clothes,
orthodontist, everything, until Draven was ready to audition
for the part of Adam Drake in 'The Mask of Robert. McDonagh'.

"I heard you ran into Sonny today."

Will looked up again

Donny Freeman was Sonny in the Hollywood-babe community.
Supposedly, Sonny came from sunny, for Saturn Pictures, but
everyone in the know, knew otherwise. Sonny was a play on the
incest that Freeman secretly wanted to have with his sons.

Will shrugged. "Yeah. It was really bad timing on my part. He
was riding the Santa Monica roller coaster right behind us."

Eddie nodded, noting the tone of Will's comment. Dry with
disgust.

"He asked me about you and Dyani when he arrived tonight,
Will. Wanted the  scoop. Mostly he wanted to know whether you
had any plans for him yet?"

Will walked over to the windows, not answering. Donny
Freeman was definitely interested in Dyani Deere? No
surprise there! A few moments of eye-contact at the roller
coaster had been all that was needed. At least something was
going the way it was supposed to go, even though he loathed
the very idea. 'Doe Eyes' was hot. It wasn't just him
thinking it. Every one thought so.  Hot! HOT! HOT!! Will
half-closed his eyes, thinking back to the morning. A man
would have his hands full with a boy like Dyani.

Cynthia said to do whatever was necessary. Either take
advantage of the opportunity or watch Dyani go home to
Indianapolis. Some choice!

"He needs to talk to me," Will said quietly.

"Then,..." Eddie paused. He took a deep breath. "You're
turning him loose already?"

"There isn't a choice," Will said brusquely.  "His father is
putting on the pressure. His mom's caving."

"They don't have the money?"

"I'm paying the tab while they're here," Will admitted.
"They've got two other kids. He won't give up his job and I
guess he's tired of taking care of them."

Easier to say that than the truth. The father hated his son.
Faggot boy! Good for nothing queer. Ruining years of hard
work by mother and son.

"Too bad."

"Yeah, tell me about it. Do you have anything coming up?"

"Six months or a year,... For sure. I've got some things in
the pipeline that might be ideal for him."

"It's a matter of finding something in days," Will said
grumpily.

"Pity. The script I'm doing next is too far along to do a
write-in. Emmett's the same way with the 'Rats'."

"How about coming up?" Will asked hopefully.

There was always a chance that a contract for a future movie
might spur the father's interest in letting his son stay in
L.A,

"Hm,... Now, there's a real possibility. After the blood and
guts is in the can, I'm shooting a sci-fi. I'm planning to
start on location in Florida, beginning in late fall. The
script calls for two boys. One might very well be Draven,
assuming he's still around. He's got the face for it, that's
for certain."

Will nodded. Unless something better came up, Draven would
stay around for a while. He was like that. Not like some boys
who drifted around, getting laid by any man who offered a
chance for greater satisfaction. Sex-addict boys. Billy
Sterling boys.

"What's the plot?" Will asked, trying to sound interested in
something that was too far off for his current problem.

"This kid, hopefully I'm talking about Draven, discovers an
alien plant in his back yard. It's struggling to live,
wilting leaves and all. So he takes care of it. Anyway, this
seed pod form. It's a bit like a watermelon, except it glows
red and purple at night."

"Let me guess. It splits open and out comes vegetable boy?"

"More or less, except the boy is his alterego. We get some
interesting psychological angles. Of course, earth boy has
to teach alien boy how to survive. When the government
arrives to take him away to study, the fun really begins."

"It sounds okay," Will admitted.

"You know, Dyani would be an interesting choice for veggie-
boy. With those eyes of his,... I can just see the close-
ups." Eddie framed his hands together. "He'd be perfect for
the part. He's supposed to be very mysterious. Other-
worldly, you know what I mean? But still human, because he
has been created by the other boy's work taking care of the
plant."

"Maybe I can have him fly back from Indianapolis for you?"
Will suggested caustically.

The emphasis on 'you' was unmistakable. Verging on being
rude, which he had not intended.

"I wasn't thinking of me," Eddie answered blandly. "Anyway,
keep it mind if you've still got a problem in a month when we
start casting. It sounds like what you need is something
right away. You want to keep him around, don't you?"

Loaded question, and both of them knew it. Will rubbed his
forehead.

"I think it's in his best interest."

"So do I."

Loaded comment. Eddie looked directly at Will, making sure
he got the point.

"Freeman's doing a Christmas 'Oliver'. I called the producer
before I came here tonight. It's as low a budget as I've seen
for a few years. Apparently it's Donny's choice of actors.
That's how he got the lead for his son. I think Dyani ought
to be able to land one of Fagin's boys. They're paying thirty
thousand for third tier actors."

"Jesus! He's better than that."

"I know. There isn't a choice. I have to sign him by
Wednesday morning. His mother said to do whatever it took for
him to get the part."

"That's it?" Eddie's voice said disbelief.

Will nodded.

"Thirty thousand? Man-oh-man. It's a fucking waste of boy-
ass, Will. I'm putting just under a million into Draven's
Coogan account, plus he gets a split of the box-office take.
It's a damned good contract he's got, thanks to you. It's
especially good for a kid whose got less than six months in
front of the camera. But you must know that already because
your office prepared it."

"Tell me about it," Will grumped. "The thing is about
Dyani,... the kid is good,... He's very good, Eddie. Well, I
know I'm not in the movie business properly, but I think he's
got potential. He could be great."

'Which doesn't matter a damn if he's not around to audition,
right?" Eddie tapped his desk. "It sounds like you're in a
real bind if you need to get work for him right away."

"You got it. Anything worth doing has been locked in for
months already. They're doing screen tests for "Indian
Summer," but I'm doing my best to get that for Kenny
Carruthers."

"I heard there's some tough competition coming in from New
York for it?"

"Yes. He's good too. Too damn good. He's a bit rough on the
edges, but he works the camera like a pro. Casting loves
him."

"That helps. Do you have any way of getting to McKay? He's
the director, isn't he?"

Will shook his head. "Sean's a pussy chaser from way back.
For what it's worth, he likes them titless. Someone called it
'as flat as a boy', which makes you wonder I suppose, but
he's never done anything with a boy that I can find out
about."

"He's into girls, huh? I can't help you on that one, I'm
afraid. There's not enough time to give Dyani a sex change,
is there? Not that it would be all that much of a change,"
Eddie snickered.

Will smiled. "I'm thinking of getting Kenny's younger sister
into the deal."

"Really?'

"I'm joking, Eddie. Damn, but this is a disgusting way to
make a living."

"So, what you're saying then is it comes down to Freeman?
Christ, what a fucking way for a cutie like Dyani to get
started."

"My feeling exactly, Eddie. I have to get him signed up into
a crap-contract within a day or two or lose him all
together," Will said miserably. "I know he can always work
his way up from doing a made-for-TV movie. I'm not letting
him get anywhere near a fuck-film, that's for certain."

"You've really looked around?"

"You know what it's like this time of year as well as I do.
I've had my people try everything the last few days. Of
course, there's always a top-secret project going on
somewhere, but the trouble is finding it."

"You want me to to ask around?" Eddie offered.

"You can try," Will said with a deep sigh. "I think I'm
pretty much on top of what's happening in L.A. On Monday, I
have my people start tracking down commercials that might
work for him, but it's not what I'm after."

 "You want me to talk to Donny, then? I could let him know
you're interested in setting up something for Dyani in a
hurry."

"You might as well see what he wants for one of the Fagin-boy
parts in 'Oliver'." Will paused. "I don't want him messing
Dyani up, like he's done with other boys. If he tries
anything like that,...."

"You'll have his balls for breakfast."

"Something like that. And there's one more thing. Tell him,
nothing, and I do mean nothing, happens without something in
writing first."

"You really don't trust him, do you Will? You want a
contract, sight unseen? No auditions?"

"Wouldn't you?" Will replied bitterly. "The problem is I
don't even have a tape yet," he admitted.

"So you don't even know if he can act, Will."

Eddie leaned back against the desk, crossing his legs.
Posing the problem that Donny Freeman would ask. Not even a
tape to review. Sign a contract sight unseen? Fat chance of
that. Signing Dyani without a tape to review would be like
accepting a promissory note for damaged goods.

"He can act," Will said confidently. "He's a natural. The
acting classes are merely icing on the cake."

"Just like Billy Sterling?"

"Or Draven," Will reminded him. "I can spot them."

"Dyani is Draven without the attitude, huh?" Eddie laughed.
He stood up. "I'll talk to Freeman for you. I wish I could do
more. I just wish I had something for you though. I'd love to
get into that boy's pants, even for a few minutes."

"How come you're being so helpful?"

"Would you believe because Draven likes you?" Eddie's
expression was smug. Not really expecting Will to answer.
Then, offering the answer that Will least expected. "Because
I wouldn't have him if it wasn't for you."

 Simple statement of fact.



It was more than an hour later when Donny Freeman sidled up
to Will Sterling and suggested they find somewhere private.
A place to talk where they wouldn't be interrupted. They went
to the far end of the terrace, close to Sicilian ceramic urns
of potted palms. Looking across the rear lawn. Keeping Dyani
in sight where he was playing shuttlecock. Old fashioned
game with Hollywood babes in colorful clothes, whooping and
laughing and leaping around as they whacked their bats at the
feathered object.

"He's a such a cup-cake," Donny remarked. His voice retained
a plaintive note.

Will regarded him with calm detachment. A Cap-cake was a
young girlish boy. Freeman was rubbing it in.

Freeman licked his lips. "I've always been partial to cup-
cakes,... with cream inside them.

Making it worse. Cupcakes were slang for small, rounded
buttocks, temptingly delicious, and especially found on
narrow-hipped boys. Will held his tongue. Resentful, because
it was true. Melon-butt boy. Cupcake-boy with Will's cream
in his ass. Sizing up the short, slightly overweight,
bearded man whose back was against the palm fronts. 'Ugly
son-of-a-bitch'. Not a lot of talent either. Hollywood hack.
Huckster, magnitude 10 on the ass-hole scale. Boy-fucker.
Will loathed himself.

"What do you have left?" Will asked bluntly.

"Hm,... let's see, Oliver, I've got, of course. There's Jack
Hawkins still open, the 'artful dodger' as he's called. But
he's a fair bit older than your boy, of course, so that's not
going to work. Then, there's Charley Bates." Donny laughed
suddenly. "Can you believe Dickens really called him Master
Bates in the book? Talk about in your face. Master Bates.
Masturbates! In the fucking Victorian era! Plus there's a
line when Fagin says, 'I hope you've worked hard this
morning', and the Dodger says, 'hard'. Then Charley pipes up
and says 'as nails'."

Will grimaced. Had anyone else said it, he would have been
laughing. Not really caring that 1837 was the last year of
William IV's reign. Queen Victoria was born that very year.

Donny laughed again.  "Hard as hails. Get it? Hard as nails,"
he repeated, in case Will didn't get it.

 "Charley would be best for him."

"Maybe," Donny said. Always hesitating when it came to
cutting a deal. "There's a few dozen lines in the part, I
think. Some solid acting to show what he can do. He'll need
to work on the accent, too. I'm not doing voice overs unless
I have to. We're shooting sequentially as much as possible. I
think Charley's in about five or six scenes but they're
scattered, so he'll be on the set for about three weeks or
so. It counts as third tier. It'll pay twenty grand by the
way."

"I heard thirty thousand was the going rate," Will said
quietly.

"I'm working with a small budget on this one," Donny said
suavely. "The network is tighter than Fagin, you know what I
mean?"

Will was too tired to argue. "Okay, twenty."

If he had to, he could make up the rest. Getting a  contract
at such short notice was more important than the amount of
money involved.

"Eddie mentioned you wanted something in writing,... before
we got together?"

"You got it. I'm getting some pressure from his mom to get
him signed up," Will explained.

"No way! Nothing definite, not without seeing what he can do
on the set, plus I take him to bed first. He's a candidate
for a head and heels drop, at least from what I've seen so
far."

That alone, was enough to make Will furious. Head and heels
came into play for a boy who was too young or small to know
what to do in bed, so he had to be helped by someone more
experienced. Basically, it involved clasping a boy by his
head and heels in order to lift him onto the cock, and when
he was more or less used to it, being dropped down hard. Ass-
tearing pain. Brutal sex. Boys could be hurt doing that. Not
on the cards. Not for Dyani.

"Don't be an ass, Donny!" Will's anger flared. "If you want a
cheap fuck go downtown and find yourself a Mexican. You're
not doing that with him."

"I don't know what your problem is Sterling. He's ready to
crack open, isn't he?"

Turning Will's stomach with the words he employed. Words
from a culture he tried to avoid. Chickens were boys, and
eggs were the same, but weren't sexually developed. 'Ready
to crack open,' referred to a boy on the verge of puberty,
which wasn't Dyani, not for years, not if he kept popping the
little white pills every night. No,  Freeman was suggesting
that Dyani was ready to fuck whenever he wanted. Loose-ass
boy. He'd seen them like that. The ass never closed. Big
gaping hole. Will swallowed back bile.

"You're not going all the way with him," Will said bluntly.
"Not for a measly twenty thousand dollars and a few dozen
lines in a crap movie."

"Then, forget it," Donny said. "I don't need you and you
don't me."

He started to walk away, making Will step back.

"Donny?"

Donny stopped and turned around. His head inclined. Will
nodded once. Ass was included. Whatever it took to get Dyani
a contract!

"When? Tonight?" Freeman asked excitedly.

"No, not tonight," Will countered just as quickly. "He's had
a long day. I need to have a talk with him too."

"The birds and the bees, huh?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"Fine. If you want a contract before I get to test drive the
car, you better shoot me a video."

"It's in the works," Will said. "Gary's pulling some strings
for me to get it done at short notice."

"You're still going to pay through the nose."

"It isn't a problem," Will said confidently.

"When you're ready to roll, let me know."

"Probably Tuesday."

"Standard contract?"

"Sure. Whatever works for your people."

"That's fine. We can do it at your place that evening. If I
like what I see on the video, I sign the contract. You don't
mind if I use your bedroom to try out the merchandise for a
few hours, do you? I'm tired of always taking them to hotels
and worrying about the noise."

Without waiting for an answer, Donny sauntered off. Will
needed a drink.