Date: Fri, 26 Mar 2004 08:38:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Fuck Club, Part 3

THE FUCK CLUB

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Chapter 3

I decided not to go to the police - I knew what they
were like in our town, and there was precious little
evidence to support what had happened to me.  Sure, I
had the ring in my nipple, and a sore arse, but what
else could I say to support my story?  They'd just
think I'd been so drunk that I'd let a fag fuck me, or
something.

There was something wrong with me, though, I knew
that.  Even after the pain from my arse had word off,
if I wasn't doing anything much my brain would slip
into some sort of reverie and I'd remember the
sensations that had flooded through me as Joey and
Todd fucked me.  I ought to have been ashamed, I ought
to have been appalled, I knew, but I couldn't help
thinking about it, and how amazing it had been.  I
tried not to think about it, but the more I tried, the
more I couldn't help it and the more I found myself
re-living the experience, and actually enjoying it.

I tried to get over it.  I went out to the normal bars
I frequented, and picked up women.  But then I had a
problem - I found that I simply couldn't get it up!
Look, I'd never had failures like that before - I'm a
virile, young guy with a rampant dick, and I've never
had performance problems.  But now, I could go through
all the chatting, all the buying drinks, and so on,
but when it came to it, I just couldn't get an
erection.  After it had happened two or three times I
saw the ladies starting to whisper to each other and
point at me, and that simply made it worse.  Soon, I
couldn't even get a date for the night.  And when I
lay there alone in my bed, instead of fantasising
about the women I'd been with, I found myself thinking
more and more about Joey and Todd, and the way that
I'd been fucked.

It would have been easy to get rid of the nipple ring,
and almost my first day "home" I got a pliers out of
my tool kit and went to snip through it.  But
something made me stop - as I looked in the bathroom
mirror I thought it made me look kind of, well,
sexier, different, better:  the glint of the steel on
my nip seemed to emphasise and enhance my pecs.  So I
kept it, experimentally, I told myself.  But then I
noticed how the other guys at the gym were looking at
me - I've always attracted envious glances from most
of the other men there as my hard labouring job gave
me a tined, defined body anyway,  Now, though, it was
more that that - it was almost as if they were looking
at me with interest, as if they wanted to reach out
and touch me.  You know how it is in locker rooms, too
- unless you go with a buddy, you don't usually speak
to the other guys, especially not when you're naked
together in the showers.  You all stand there soaping
yourselves, and generally minding your own business.
My nipple ring seemed to change things, though, as
guys I'd seen around but to whom I'd never spoken now
started to talk to me as I stripped off, and
sometimes, too, as the water splashed over us in the
showers.  It started off with simple "How are you
doing?", but it seemed to get alarmingly frank very
quickly - one guy went from a casual greeting to
asking me if I'd ever thought of having a ring through
my dick within a couple of minutes:  the way he was
pointing at me and talking about it, I though he might
actually grab my dick and show me where he was talking
about!  Somehow, the presence of this nipple ring
changed the perception of me that the other guys had
of me.

Well, it couldn't go on like this, could it?  Jerking
off's all very well when you're a kid, but a man needs
proper sex.  I didn't seem to be able to make it with
the women any longer, and  in desperation I phoned one
of those anonymous telephone help lines.  They said
that I needed "closure" of the rape "incident", as
they called it, and that I needed to confront Joey and
Todd with what they'd done to me.  I pointed out that
it was anonymous and I didn't know them, and they
urged me to go to the police and have it properly
investigated: but, as I've told you, there was no way
I was going to do that.

It did make me think, though, and I wondered if there
was any way that I could find them.  Joey was sixteen,
they'd said, and looked in very good shape - he must
surely be on the football team, or in the track and
field squad of his High School, I thought.  So I
started to quit work early and hang around the sports
field at our local High, hoping to see him.  Several
weeks of close observation, though, showed me that if
Joey was an athlete as I supposed, he wasn't living in
my town.

There the matter rested, with me getting more and more
frustrated and generally ill-tempered as I jerked
myself off every night.  Look, I wasn't gay, so why
did I keep having these thoughts?  And why couldn't I
make it with a woman?  I had to do something, but
what?

I thought about paying a private detective, but
they're expensive, and a labourer's wages don't run to
a lot of fancy professional time, and, anyway, I
didn't really have much information to give him to
work on, did I?  I guess that matters might have
stayed like this, until one evening, just as  I was
finishing work, my boss called me over and asked me if
I wanted some overtime - well, who doesn't?  Apart
from the money, I'd not got much else to do in the
evening, after all, except go to the gym.  It turned
out that there'd been a big water main burst in a town
about fifty miles away, and that they were getting in
crews from everywhere around about to help sort it
out.  So me and a couple of other guys set off in the
firm's truck, and were soon working away, digging up
the street and so on.

Then I saw him!  Sauntering down the street with a
couple of his buddies was Joey - tall, clean-limbed,
fit looking.  It was so late that he must be on his
way home after a practice session, rather than normal
school, I thought.  Well, there wasn't much I could do
about it then, so I kind of hid my face as I worked
and he went past, as I didn't want him to recognise me
- when I did get to Todd and Joey, I wanted it to be a
real surprise!

The next day I jacked in work.  My boss didn't
understand, and he pointed out that jobs were hard to
come by.  But I needed to spend time fifty miles away,
and there was no way I could work as well.  I threw a
few things into a bag, and set off, and checked into a
run-down, but cheap, motel.

It was easy, actually - I just hung around the school
an the sports ground, and I soon saw Joey.  Then I
trailed him home, keeping well back, and making sure
he didn't see me.  They lived in one of those neat
tract houses with a small patch of yard at the back,
well fenced, and surrounded by dense shrubbery.  It
was quite a quiet suburban neighbourhood, and I
thought that me cruising up and down might looks
suspicious.  But a workman in a fluorescent jacket, a
hard hat and carrying a shovel might be doing
anything, mightn't he?  I walked along the street
stopping every now and then as if examining the
drains, and at Todd and Joey's I slipped into the
shrubbery.

Only a little effort was needed to make a small hole
in their fence, and as I pressed my eye to it I could
see that the whole of their back yard was a pool.  It
was late afternoon by now, and I sat down in the cool
of the leaves, and just waited - but not for long!  I
heard a noise, and the patio doors of the house slip
open and Joey came out and executed a perfect dive
into the pool, and swam several lengths.  As I'd
imagined on that night those weeks ago, he did in fact
wear long swimming shorts, and when he'd hauled
himself out of the water, he went and lay on a lounger
and seemed to be working at reading some sort of out
of school assignment.

He was oblivious to being observed, of course, and
like all guys do, he occasionally scratched himself
and even stroked his dick gently through hi shorts.  I
could see him starting to spring an erection, and I
wondered what he'd do - would he jerk off out there?

I was so intent on watching Joey that I didn't hear a
car draw up at the house, so it was a bit surprising
when the door opened again and Todd came out - a Todd
as I remembered him, totally naked.  He and Joey
exchanged greetings, but Todd then dived into the
water and swam several lengths.  When he'd done, he
held himself against the edge, where Joey was lying,
and challenged him to a race.

Joey got up, grinning, and called out "You're a
masochist, dad, as you know I always win...."

"Come on, Joey - off with those shorts!  I've told you
that it's OK when you're new to have a white arse, but
as you get more experienced, the audience likes to see
nicely-tanned muscles..."

"Aw, come on, dad... The other guys at school will
laugh if they think I've been sunbathing in the
nude..."

"That's tough, son, but money's money!  You'll just
have to set a new fashion.  Now, get those shorts off,
and get into the pool, and let's race.

The two men were clearly affectionate rivals as they
raced up and down the small-ish pool - I don't think
they really who cared who won: just competing against
each other was the important thing.  Afterwards they
hauled themselves out and sat, companionably close, on
the pool edge, allowing the late afternoon sun to dry
them.  Their backs were towards me, and I again saw
how alike they were - that same, classic
wide-shouldered "A" shape tapering down to the top of
the arse crack, with the flare of their muscled arses
then spreading out, as they sat there.

I saw Todd reach over and do something at the front of
Joey, and heard him say "Have you thought any more
about this?"

"Aw, dad, you know I want to keep it.  I like it when
I jerk off, the way it slides..."

"Son, we've been through all this before.  If you're
going to do a lot more sex work, you need to lose it.
When guys look at you they want to see your dick head,
all exposed.  I know they get to see it when you're
erect..."

"Yes, and they can always skin me back, after all..."

"That's not the point, and you know it.  A lot of men
are a bit shy, scared, even.  They won't reach out and
fondle your dick, and skin you back.  They'll just sit
there and feel cheated that they can't see you
properly.  And, in any case, when you fuck the virgins
they give us at the Fuck Club, they're never properly
cleaned out:  you know how your dick gets covered in
their shit.  It's much easier to clean yourself up
afterwards if you've been 'skinned.  So let's have no
more argument - it needs to go.  I wish I hadn't
listened to your mom all those years ago, and we'd had
you done as a baby."

"But what will I tell the guys at school?  They'll
spot straight away, when we shower, that I've been
cut..."

"Why not tell them the truth?  That you're going to be
a stud, like your dad, and it's better for real studs
to be 'skinned.."

They both laughed then, and Todd put his arm around
Joey's shoulders and hugged him close. "Anyway", he
continued, "I've made an appointment with a friend of
mine for Saturday - after your match, we'll go around
there and he'll do it.  Quick and painless.  And
you'll be healed then ready for the Fuck Club the
following Saturday, when they've hired us a duo
again."

"Aw, dad, please...."

"Joey, let's hear no more about it.  You're my son,
and at sixteen you still do as I say, right?  Now,
let's go and have dinner."

The two men stood up and stood there, naked, moving
around from leg to leg as they dried their feet.  They
went indoors then, without bothering to dress, and I
stayed there, huddled in the shrubbery, for a few more
minutes before deciding that I was going to learn no
more that day, and went back to my motel.

As I lay in my lonely bed that night I kept thinking
about Todd and Joey, about how easy and natural their
relationship was.  If only my dad and I had been like
that - I couldn't even imagine seeing my old man
naked, let alone swimming with him in the nude.  And I
think he'd have died rather than discuss something
like circumcision with me.  My dick got hard, too, as
I thought about the two bodies, sitting pressed so
close together, and I remembered the way little
trickles of water ran down their skin, and how the
planes of muscles in their backs moved as they subtly
shifted their position.  I suppose something inside me
said "Hey, you oughtn't to be getting a  fucking
erection thinking about other guys", but as I started
to stroke myself towards a climax, I frankly didn't
care.

I kept watch on the house and the men for the next
three days, always remaining hidden in the shrubbery
and relying on the hole in the fence.  When I learned
that Joey was going to be at football practice on
Thursday night, I decided to act.

>From using a terminal at the town's library I'd
learned that there was an "adult toys" store in the
town - in a seedy neighbourhood, admittedly.  So I
drove there and slipped inside (funny, isn't it:  I'm
an adult.  I knew no one in the town.  There's nothing
wrong in going into an adult store.  And yet I still
felt vaguely "guilty" somehow in frequenting this
place, and I almost felt like pulling up my coat
collar to try to hide my face as I pushed open the
door).  I bought a lot of stuff, not sure of exactly
what I was going to do, or how I was going to do it.
Then I drove back to Todd and Joey's neighbourhood and
parked unobtrusively, and made my way again in my
workman's gear to their house.

This time I quickly climbed over the fence into their
yard, and then a screwdriver easily broke the flimsy
latch on their patio doors and I was inside the house.
 It was pretty unexceptional - slightly old-fashioned,
slightly 'tired', but neat and tidy.  As I prowled
around I found Joey's room - typical teenager, with
sports pennants, a PC and all that stuff, but looking
curiously unused.  I found out why in the master
bedroom - it was obvious from the way that the bed was
rumpled, the clothes lying around, the two sets of
toothbrushes and razors and stuff in the bathroom, and
two different sets of books and magazines n each side
of the big double bed, that Joey and Todd shared this
room.  Although it was untidy, it was clean, and the
bathroom smelt fresh and wholesome.

I lurked around the house for the rest of the day,
being careful not to let anyone see even my shadow
through the windows, then as the normal time for
Todd's arrival home from work approached, I took up
the position I'd chosen for myself:  right behind the
front door, so that he wouldn't see me as he came in,
but I could spring on him from behind as it swung shut
and he was moving away.   I stood there, my mouth dry,
my heart racing.  I had a pain in my gut, and had to
go and take a quick crap, as my body readied itself
for action.

He was totally unprepared.  Well, I suppose you would
be, wouldn't you?  You're not expecting someone to
leap on you as you get home and close the door on the
world outside.  In normal circumstances we might have
had a long, hard fight and I'm not sure who'd have won
as we were pretty evenly matched in terms of height
and weight and general power.  But the element of
surprise, and, I guess, the fact that I might have
been a bit faster than him as I'm ten years younger,
gave me the edge.  Almost before he knew it  I'd
managed to snap the cuffs I'd bought earlier around
his wrists and secure him to the post at the foot of
the stairs.

It was so quick, too easy, almost, but my heart was
racing, my breath coming in great gasps, and I was
covered in sweat.  Without stopping, I reached down to
pull his work boots off, but he kicked out at me
viciously, shouting "Leave me alone , fucker... You'll
regret this..."

I didn't want to hurt him - yet - so I didn't do the
easiest thing which would have been to kick him in the
ribs, or the crotch.  Instead, I threw myself down
beside him and plunged a hand inside his Jeans.  I got
a thrill like a shot of electricity as my fingers made
contact with his warm, moist balls, and I squeezed
them.

"Right, fucker.... Kick at me once again and I'll rip
these off you... Understand?"

He didn't say anything so I squeezed again, much
harder this time.  He gave a grunt of pain, and I
snapped "I said, do you understand, fucker?"

"Yes."

Still keeping a wary eye open for trickery, I now
pulled off his boots, and then I thought he was less
of a threat - even if he kicked at me now, it might
hurt if he caught a sensitive part, but there would be
no actual damage.  I then pulled his Jeans right off,
and as he had no underwear on, there was his arse and
dick and balls all exposed to me.

Look, I don't know what I really intended to do then.
Somehow, my planning for this had never got further
than this point, when he was naked and helpless in
front of me.  But something took over, some terrible
desire for revenge; or a need to show him that
although he'd fucked me at the Fuck Club, I was
actually still in control.  Seeing him sprawled
totally defenceless there on the floor triggered
something, and almost as if in a dream I found myself
pushing my own Jeans and boxers to the floor, then
stroking my dick from it's state of being almost hard
into a rock-solid pole of hard flesh.

I threw myself between his legs, hooked an arm under
his belly and hauled his arse up into the air.  With
my other hand I fumbled with my dick and his arse, and
incredible sensation, the like of which I'd never know
before, went through me as my dick head moved up and
down his arse crack.

"No...", he screamed, "Stop...."   But there was no
stopping me now.  I almost fainted with the exquisite
sensation as my dick head - which I just knew must be
slimed with pre-cum - first brushed against the
corrugations of his pucker.  He was thrusting
desperately, trying to get away from me, but with his
hands immobile, my arm around his belly and my whole
weight pressing down, there was no escape.  I pushed:
look, I've got no experience of fucking guys, so I
didn't really know what to do.  All I knew was that
he'd raped me, and I was going to take revenge.
Nothing happened, so I pushed harder.  His struggles
got more vigorous and his cries louder, and this only
seemed to drive me on.  I pushed harder and harder,
but the only effect was to make my dick even more
sensitive.  Almost by reflex I pulled my hips back
slightly, then rammed forward.   His cries turned into
a great wail of agony, and I experienced something I'd
never felt before - the incredible feel of a dick
sliding into an arse for the first time.

There was absolutely no stopping me now - I may not
have fucked guys before, but I've done a lot of
fucking.  Having him shouting and struggling
underneath me just made it better - I thrust in and
out with total abandon, and huge vigour.  I knew at
once that this is what men were supposed to do:  to
utterly dominate and control weaker men, and use them
as means to provide them with pleasure.

I could only manage about ten strokes before what was
happening to my dick as it felt his hot, tight arse
all around it had its inevitable result::  I felt the
pressure building in my balls, then than extraordinary
feeling as you know the semen's bubbling up like a hot
lava flow inside a volcano, that just cannot be denied
release.  My back arched and my hips thrust forward as
if I needed to bury my dick even deeper inside him.  I
gave a great shout of "Fuck, yes.....", and then my
body spasmd and shuddered as my juice was pumped into
him.

I collapsed forward onto his body, feeling my sweaty
chest sliding over his equally wet back.  My hands
reached out and gripped his forearms and my legs
twined themselves around his as if my body wanted to
keep him impaled on my dick for as long as possible.

My head was close to his, and I almost snarled "Now
we're even, fucker.  You raped my arse, and I've raped
yours now."

He was no longer shouting, but it was almost as if he
was sobbing.  He didn't say anything in reply, and we
just lay there for a couple of minutes.  It felt
really good to be on top of him like this, so utterly
in control.  I almost wished it could go on for ever,
but I thought I ought to make good my escape, so I
pulled out of him, scrambled to my feet, and kind of
waddled, with my Jeans around my ankles, through into
the bathroom so I could wash his crap off my dick.

I thought of stripping off and taking a shower, but I
realised I kind of liked the pure animal smell of
sweat on me - somehow it was quite different to the
normal "work" sweat just from doing hard manual labour
under a hot sun:  this was harsh, and different, and
sexually exciting.  So I stood at the hand basin and
washed away his crap from my dick and from where it
had dribbled down onto my balls.  There was a lot of
blood, too, but I didn't think anything of this at the
time.  I was so intent on what I was doing that I only
half-heard the hisss.....

,,,,and when I woke up, I was lying cuffed to the
stair post, alongside Todd!

He was saying urgently to Joey "Search him for the
keys to these cuffs, son... "

Joey stood over me, and I thought about kicking out at
him, but what was the point?  He knelt down, and when
I tried to turn away as I didn't want him going though
my pockets, he now grabbed at my naked balls and
almost shouted at me "Easy, fucker!  I'll happily rip
these off after what you've done to my dad...."

Look, when you're cuffed, and a guy's got your balls
in his hand, there's only one thing to do, isn't
there?  So I lay still as he reached down to my lower
legs then fumbled in my Jeans.

"Dad, they're not here...."

"OK, son.  Go out to the garage and there are some
bold cutters... Quick as you can...."

"But are you OK, dad?"

"I'll survive - but hurry... I don't know whether I'm
going to need to go to the emergency room...."

As Joey rushed out, I almost snarled "Don't be so
fucking dramatic!  I only raped you, l just as you did
to me at that Club..."

He almost threw himself onto me - his body was half on
mine, and his legs were grappling with mine to keep
his hold.  We thrashed around a bit, then he let go,
and we were again lying side by side.

"See that?", he said, and he gestured to my belly,
where there were now streaks of blood.  "That's what
you did.  That's my blood, where you've probably torn
my arse.  What you did to me wasn't like what I did to
you - I prepared you properly, stretched you, lubed
you thoroughly.  What I did was a show for the
audience; what you did was real, vicious, rape!"

I was stunned. It had just never occurred to me that
something like this might happen.  I was going to say
more, but Joey came back at that moment with a pair of
bolt cutters, and severed the chain joining his cuffs
together.  Todd struggled to get to his feet, then
stumbled off towards the bathroom.

Joey looked down at me and held the bolt cutters
almost threateningly over my head.  "I ought to pound
your face to a pulp for what you've done to my
dad....", he began.

"Look, I'm sorry for that.  All I wanted was a bit of
revenge - to humiliate him as he humiliated me... I
didn't realise I might do him permanent damage...."

"Well perhaps I mightn't realise that these cutters
smashing into your face, or your balls, would do you
permanent damage...!"

We didn't finish that conversation as Todd appeared
back at that moment, now looking very uncomfortable,
and wearing loose trainer pants.

"Dad... Are you OK...?"

"No, son.  I'm still bleeding.  It's the emergency
room, I guess.  I've got a towel wrapped around me to
soak up the blood, but we'd better go..."

"What about him?"

"Leave him there... We'll deal with him when we get
back."

Todd looked down at me and snapped "And you'd better
behave... If you piss on my floor, I'll kick your
balls, understand?"

I just nodded ,and the two men went out.  I heard them
lock the door after them, and then their truck start
up and drive away.  So here I was - Jeans around my
ankles, dick all exposed, lying chained to their stair
post.  I struggled to my feet - not easy when you
can't use your hands - then stood there, slightly bent
as the cuffs would not allow me to move my hands more
than about three feet up from the floor.  I did my
best:  I pulled at the cuffs, hoping that the stair
post might be weak.  I braced myself as best I could
and heaved.  I shook it.  I tried to kick at it, but
my Jeans really impeded any action like that.  I raged
and struggled, but it was no use - I was held securely
there, and there was no escape.  All I succeeded in
doing was to make my wrists start to bleed from the
action of the metal cuffs against them.

I sank down to the floor again, and just lay there.
Jesus Christ, I thought, what was going to happen when
they came back?  I was completely vulnerable - cuffed,
naked and exposed, I could hardly defend myself.
These guys had been part of a group that hadn't
hesitated to capture me, stick a ring through my tit,
and rape me:  yes, I had been raped, even though they
said they'd made it easy for me;  so what would they
do now?  All I could do was just lie there on the hall
floor,  and wait.

It must have been three hours before they came back,
and as they opened the door they both looked a lot
more cheerful and a lot less worried.  "Luckily for
you", Todd told me, "It's only a small tear.  A couple
of stitches, and they say I'll be back to normal in a
few weeks - although the arrogant fuck of a doctor
told me that I needed to be a bit more gentle in my
sex play!  It was as if he thought I took it up the
arse voluntarily!  Still.... What are we going to do
with you?"

"Please... Whatever it is, let me take a leak!".  I
was desperate to piss, and I'd got a piss hard-on
which was actually causing me some embarrassment as I
lay there, with both of them looking at me.

"Turn over!", Todd snapped.  Then, when I hesitated,
he rapped again "Over, fucker!  On your belly, if you
don't want a good kicking..."

So I rolled over as best I could, although with an
erect dick it was really tough.

Todd almost leapt onto me - there was a sickening thud
that knocked the air out of my lungs as he landed on
my back and sat astride me.  "Joey - open the cuffs,
then we'll re-cuff him with his hands behind him."

"Dad, are you sure... Why don't we just knock him out
again:  here's the stuff, in the aerosol."

"Look, just do as I say.  He can't move, when he's
like this.  And if we knock him out, if he really does
need to piss it will just release and make a mess
everywhere here...."

Joey bent over me ad undid the cuffs, and, in spite of
my best efforts, Todd was right:  with him sitting
firmly in the middle of my back, there was no way I
could escape.  It didn't stop me from trying, though,
and I tried to strike out at Todd.  But he had all the
advantages, and soon managed to have both my arms
behind me, securely cuffed again.

He half dragged me to my feet again, then told Joey to
get down and pull my Jeans off.  He marched me into
the bathroom off their bedroom, stood there, saying
"Well, you wanted to piss, didn't you?  Get on with
it...."

Look, I'm not piss-shy or anything.  I never have any
problem in pissing in public restrooms or anything.
But standing there, in their bathroom, in just a shirt
and my socks, I felt so fucking foolish.  Todd and
Joey showed no signs of leaving, so I shuffled up to
the bowl and stood there, forcing myself  to "let go".
 I was still half erect, and that didn't help.  It was
a real struggle, but, you know how it is:  once you
manage to get the first drops out, the rest start to
flood out quite quickly.  It was a real relief, I tell
you.

Todd waited until I'd finished, then came and stood
beside me and actually massaged the last drops of piss
out of my dick!  No one had ever done that before, but
it didn't seem to concern him at all.  As his hand
touched my dick I went to back away, but he put his
other hand on my arse as if to restrain me, and just
said "Easy, boy... I don't want those last drops
dribbling over the furniture...."

He then kept hold of my dick, and used it almost as a
handle to lead me out of the bathroom and across the
hall into the living room.    He almost pushed me down
onto the floor, then he and Joey sat together on a
couch, looking at me.

"We've got a problem here, boy", Todd began.  "Now
you've found us, what are we going to do with you?
How can we make sure you won't go to the police?  How
can we make sure that the reputations of all those
good men who enjoy a little harmless entertainment at
The Fuck Club aren't ruined?"

"Look", I began. "All I wanted to do was get revenge
for what you'd done to me.  I'm not interested in
going to the police..."

"Well, I'm sorry, boy... What's your real name,
anyway...."

"Steve..."

"Well, I'm sorry, Steve, but that's just not good
enough, is it?  How do you expect us to believe you?"

"Well, I don't know.  Look, I only wanted to find you
so I could fuck you just as you'd fucked me.  I've
been having problems, and, and, well... Well I thought
that if I got my revenge, everything would be OK
again."

"What kind of problems?"

I started to blush.  I didn't want to tell this big
virile guy, and his son, that I couldn't get it up,
did I?  I looked down at the floor, and said nothing.

"I asked you a question, boy!  What kind of problems?"

"OH.. Nothing... It's OK....."

"So there was nothing wrong, and you just decided to
come along and track us down?  As I said, I don't know
we can trust you..."

"Dad", Joey cut in, "What are we going to do with
him?"

"I heard that when it happened before, son, we just
handed the problem over to the Club.  I think they
just gave the guy a dose of the knockout gas, then
dumped him into the creek... The inquest said it was
an accidental drowning."

"Dad, we can't do that..."

"Look, Joey, stay out of this.  I need to decide
what's best for us.  You've got your whole life in
front of you, and you don't want it ruined because
this guy makes a big stink with the police, and then
you get sent to jail. Rape's twenty to life in this
state, remember!"

"But that's what he did to you, too, dad..."

" Yes, but the police might not believe that.  And if
the whole story comes out and they start arresting
members of the Club, there'll be hell to pay.  A lot
of those guys are 'connected', and they have their own
way of paying back people who fuck them around..."

"Hey, look, I told you, there's no problem... I'm not
going to the police.  I didn't go to them after that
evening at the Club, did I?  Why do you think I'm
here?  If I was going to go to the cops, I'd have gone
to them as soon as I saw Joey at school, over a week
ago."

"Hey, dad, he's right, you know...", Joey added,
helpfully.

"No.  I still can't trust him.  Give me that can over,
and let's get this over with..."

"No... Please...

End Of Part 3