Part 7


“Lance, how was your meeting? Any news?”

“Hey, how was your flight?”

“Lance!”

Justin could almost picture the blond taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. “I met with Farlam he’s no closer now that he was three months ago. I let him go.”

Justin shot to attention “You did what! Lance we need him how are we going to find Jace without him?”

He heard a deep sigh on the other end of the phone “I’m not sure if anyone can find him.”

“I’m going to forget you said that asshole.”

“Justin I’m going to ignore that cus you are upset. I didn’t say that I was going to give up. I have a meeting in an hour with a ex police officer.”

Justin looked out of his hotel bedroom window watching the people hurrying by, going about their own business. Across the road there was the small group of screaming girls that seemed to be almost obligatory these days. “I’m sorry Bassman, let me know what he says ok.”

“Sure. So what you got going on tonight?”

“ I got a royal variety performance at the London palladium. I do one song, but hey I was invited by Princess Eugenie.”

“A princess eh, moving up in the world curly”

“Nah not really she’s still a kid. Well I got to go, time difference an all.”

“Sure thing, I’ll call you after I speak to this dude ok.”

“K, later dude.”

“Later.” The phone clicked dead. Justin pulled the photo of JC from his wallet and leaned it against the dressing table mirror while he finished getting dressed.

The thing with Royal variety performances are that they are exactly that, every aspect of showbiz was covered comedians, the whole cast of Bombay Dreams doing a 15 minute slot. Westlife, Tina Arena, Jim Davidson, who were these people? There was Will Smith and Chris Rock and some magic guy. Justin slowly brought himself up straight. Wait the Unknown magician. “Meat.”

The huge bodyguard popped his head into the bedroom. “Yo.”

“I want to go to the theatre now, something we got to check out.”

The big man shrugged “Sure boss I’ll have the limo come round front.”

*****

David paced his office. Thing were going well with JC, he was settling down nicely, now if he would just get off his lazy ass and keep the house clean. He looked at the time 4.45 oh damn it he was the boss, why shouldn’t he call it a day. He flicked the intercom on his desk. “Angel I’m going home. Any calls get them to call my cell.”

“No problem Mr Scott. Have a good weekend Sir.”

“You too Angel.”

He packed up his papers and left, JC wasn’t expecting him home for another couple of hours. He stopped at a garage and bought some flowers. The house was quiet when he arrived, everything was exactly as he had left it at lunchtime with the exception that the dinner table had been cleared and the plates washed and cleared away. His blood boiled as he strode through the house. Finally he found JC in the basement struggling with the washing machine and a basket of laundry. “Hello Jason.”

JC dropped the basket startled by the sudden voice, clothes spilled across the floor. The thin man gathered them up quickly and carried them to where he had set up the ironing board. “Jason they have been all over the floor I hope you are going to wash them again.”

“Well I … erm … I guess.” JC stammered over his words as David loomed over him.

“Come upstairs.” The younger man threw a look at the iron trying to decide if he should turn it off or not. David decided for him yanking the cord from the wall before catching hold of his upper arm and almost dragging him back up to the main house.

“Didn’t I tell you I wanted this place cleared up Jason?”

“I did … I mean … it was really tidy I just sort of …”

David fisted his hair and pulled him into the kitchen. “Is this what you call cleaning? Is it?”

“I thought … I’m sorry … I’ll try harder,”

I think you need to be taught a lesson Jason. Take off your clothes.”

JC cringed away from the man he knew as his husband, “W … why?”

David flew into a rage pulling JC’s face inches from his own. “Do you want to go back into the asylum?” He spat sending spots of spittle over the younger mans face. “Do you?”

“N … no.” He sounded weak and pathetic as he whimpered uncontrollably under the fury being directed at him.

“Now take off your clothes.” JC shakily pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor, then he undid the belt and let his pant drop, pooling round his ankles, he stepped out of them so he was standing naked in front of his husband. David let his eyes devour the beautiful creature trembling before him. He grabbed JC by his shoulders turning him round roughly and pushed him against the wall. “Clasp your hands behind your back.” JC obeyed. “Lift your head look at the wall.” The slender man stifled a sob as David leaned in rasping in his ear. “You will stay here and think about what you did today, do not move until I say you can. Do you understand me Jason?”

“Y … yes, I’ll be good David I will, don’t send me back to the hospital please.”

“Do as you are told and I won’t have to,” The older mans tone softened “I don’t like punishing you Jason, now you stand here like a good boy till I say you can move again.” He placed a gentle kiss on the smooth white shoulder and went out into the kitchen.

A strong smell of cooking hung in the air making JC’s belly rumble, he could hear David moving around in the other rooms. The room darkened slowly around him as afternoon turned into evening, the sun slowly setting till he was standing in total darkness, still David hadn’t given him permission to move away from the wall. He could hear the rustling of papers as his husband made use of his free time to catch up on outstanding contracts. JC shivered as the cold night air seeped into his bones.

“I’m going up to bed now Jason. Stay here, don’t move, I may check you in the night I may not. Goodnight Jason.”

Silence hung between them before David snapped angrily “I said goodnight Jason.”

JC muttered “Goodnight.”

As soon as David’s footsteps faded the younger mans shoulders slumped and he began to cry, his tears running unchecked down his cheeks his fingers still laced behind his back. The clock in the hall chimed 1 still JC stood facing the wall, he wanted to go to the bathroom but didn’t dare. The clock struck three when David came back downstairs his eyes roamed over the pale scrawny body still facing the wall. He came up behind him making him jump as he ran his hands over his frigid flesh. “You’re cold my love. You can come to bed now. Come on.” He put his arm round the slim waist and took him up to the bedroom. He pulled back the thick quilt encouraging JC to slip beneath it before he climbed in and snuggled up the cold body that was still shivering. David kissed at JC’s neck. “Go to sleep my precious. Night sweetie.”

The slim man buried his face in his pillow trying not to cry at the hands that were cupping his genitals and the harsh body pressed into his.



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