The Dangers of Desire

Author's Note: Sorry about the delay in posting this chapter. I've had a little less time for writing so it may now take a little longer between chapters, but don't worry, the story will go on! Feeback is welcome as always to matterotica@hotmail.co.uk

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The Dangers of Desire

Chapter 17

by Matt

Thursday 5th March 2015

Nick was awoken by the thoroughly unpleasant sound of Corey throwing up next to him. He found himself suddenly glad he had the foresight to provide a receptacle for the inevitable. He reached up and stroked the whimpering boy's hair.

"Hey bud, don't need to ask how you're feeling then?" Nick said, barely louder than a whisper.

"I think I might be dead!" Corey whimpered.

"Ah, you'll be fine. You should drink though." Nick said, grabbing the bottle of water beside him and passing it to Corey.

Corey took a swig, swirled it around his mouth then spat it into the bin before taking a larger gulp and swallowing it. "Nope, still dead!" he said unhappily.

Nick gave the boy's hair another quick ruffle. "Hey, about what we said last night. I... I really don't blame you, for not telling me. And... I really was a dick for ignoring you for so long."

"Thanks." Corey said quietly. "But you're wrong. I should have told you."

"What? No." Nick insisted.

"Yeah." Corey argued back. "Someone was lying to my brother and cheating on him. They were the ones in the wrong, I shoulda been on your side."

"Maybe." Nick conceded. "But there shouldn't have even been sides in this. You know, this really isn't fair. Josh and Warren are the ones who did wrong, but it seems like me, you and Dale are the only ones suffering."

"I can't think about this now. I'm dead, remember!" Corey groaned, closing his eyes.

Nick leant across and kissed him on the forehead before standing up. Looking down at the boy, he shifted him round in the bed, laying his head on the pillow then pulled the covers over him. "You get some more sleep and you'll feel better. I'll tell Mum and Dad you're not well and you can't go to school."

Corey mumbled something, probably a thank you, but he was virtually asleep already so the words were lost. Nick ran to his room to get dressed then did as he said and quickly headed downstairs to tell his Mum that Corey was unwell, that he had got sick in the night and was still a little off. He had, of course, left out the part about the alcohol! She had been a little concerned about going out if he was ill, but when Nick said he didn't have to be at college until the afternoon and offered to keep an eye until she got back, she headed out to run some errands.

With the Corey problem covered, and their issues looking to be resolved soon, Nick's mind found its way back onto his plan from last night. After Corey on his list came Greg. He had been a little short with him occasionally over the last few days and wanted to set things right, so he headed upstairs to the boy's room.

Nick was concentrating so much on what he wanted to say that he went straight in without knocking. He quickly wished he had as he saw a naked Greg laying on the bed, cock in hand, pumping away happily.

"Fuck!" Greg called out, quickly pulling the covers over himself. "Don't you knock?" he demanded angrily.

"Sorry." Nick said quickly, but then smirked and said, "But it's not like I haven't seen it before."

"That's not funny." Greg replied angrily, shuffling under the covers to pull his boxers back up from around his ankles.

Nick made a comedic show of looking like he was thinking for a minute then said, "Yeah, yeah it's kinda funny! I mean, it's not as funny as that day in the hospital, but it's still pretty entertaining."

Greg looked thoroughly unamused. "Did you want something or are you just here to piss me off?" he snapped.

Nick felt a strange twinge in his stomach at being spoken to so sharply by the boy. He wondered if that was how Greg had felt when Nick had been short with him, suddenly feeling extremely guilty about it. His laughing stopped as he said, "Actually, I came to apologise. It... seems I've been bottling things up a bit and might have lashed out at the wrong people."

Greg's expression softened as he nodded gently. "Took you long enough! Have you spoken to Corey yet."

"Yeah." he said, nodding as he considered how much to tell Greg. "Erm... if I tell you something, can you promise to keep it a secret?"

"Sure. What's up?" Greg asked, watching as Nick finally closed the door and walked over to sit on the end of his bed.

"Corey... got drunk last night." Nick said, looking awkwardly over at the door as if he expected his little brother to appear at the mention of his name.

Greg frowned and sighed. "He promised he'd stop." he said unhappily, then suddenly looked at Nick as he realised what he had said.

"Wait, he.... this isn't the first time?" Nick demanded, looking round again before staring back at Greg. "And... you knew about it?"

Greg just nodded.

"How... how long has he been drinking?" Nick demanded. "And how long have you known?"

"I only found out Tuesday. I spoke to him about it and he promised he'd stop. And as far as I can tell, he's been doing it for the last month!" Greg explained. "I really thought he'd stop. Something must have happened!"

Nick raised his hands and covered his face, taking a deep breath between his fingers. As he dropped them away he looked to Greg and said, "I think it was me. I... kinda yelled at him yesterday."

"Yeah I... kinda noticed that." Greg said reaching behind himself and tapping on the wall. "Thin walls!"

"I'll have another talk with him when he wakes up." Nick said with a sigh.

Greg smiled sympathetically. "D'you need a hug?" he asked, holding out his arms.

Nick smiled at the sweet gesture and leant forward, laying alongside Greg as the boy put his arms around him. It was a strange feeling. Nick had held the boy many times during his recovery, but this was the first time it had been the other way around. It felt both familiar and different at the same time.

He lay there for a few minutes before looking up at Greg. "Thanks, I needed this."

The boy didn't say anything, he just stared down into Nick's eyes, transfixed.

Nick suddenly shuffled further up, bringing his lips in contact with Greg's. This was not the first time the two had kissed. Last time, though, Nick had ended it prematurely amid thoughts of Warren, thoughts that no longer filled his head. He shuffled up a little more, keeping his lips in place until he was in a sitting position beside the boy. He raised his hands, one resting on Greg's side, the other cupping the back of his head.

Greg couldn't believe what was happening. Sam's warning kept running through his mind, telling him that this was his best friend's ex but he couldn't bring himself to stop. He had wanted this for longer than even he had realised and now that it was happening, he never wanted it to end.

Nick pulled away, looking guilty. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." he started, then saw the delighted look on Greg's face.

"Do it again!" he said happily.

"You want... you...." Nick gasped, slightly breathless from the kiss.

"I love you Nick. I love you and.. I... I love you. There's no other way for me to say it. I just... love you!" Greg confessed, his eyes wet with joy.

Nick froze. Just the day before, he had described his anger as a 'ball of darkness'. Making up with Corey had made him feel like it had shrunk, just a little but hearing Greg's words... it was like the ball had been shattered into a million pieces, replaced with a feeling of such utter joy. He stared at the boy, wondering how he could have been right in front of him this whole time without him seeing the truth.

"I love you too, Greg." Nick said back, his entire body shaking.

They kissed again, but stopped after a few moments as they both started laughing from a mixture of joy and relief.

"So does that mean it was me you was thinking about when I walked in?" Nick joked.

Greg blushed and replied quietly, "Actually... yes!"

Nick backed away slightly, staring open-mouthed. "What... seriously?"

Greg nodded.

"What... exactly... were you thinking about?" Nick asked, reaching across to place a hand on the boy's bare chest, getting a gasp in response.

"I was thinking about... that time in Warren's room... the doctor thing you did." Greg explained nervously.

Nick chuckled. "I've... knocked out a few loads thinking about that myself! It really gets me going!"

"Really?" Greg asked excitedly.

Nick took the boy's hand and placed it on his bulge, then looked him in the eye and grinned.

"Could we... sorry, this is probably weird, but... could we jerk off together?" Greg asked shyly.

Nick stood up and took a few steps away and turned back to face the nervous-looking boy. He grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt then lifted it up over his head and removed it. Greg's eyes widened as he watched Nick strip, reaching down under the covers to push his boxers back down.

Nick dropped his joggers, leaving him stood there in just a pair of boxer briefs. He tugged them down just a little, enough to bring his pubes into view. He looked at Greg, grinning cheekily. The boy just nodded back eagerly, silently begging him to drop them. Nick happily complied, letting them drop to his ankles and stepping out of them. As he walked back to the bed, Greg threw back the covers revealing his own naked body. Nick flinched a little as he saw the various wounds and surgical scars, all at various stages of healing but ignored them, instead focussing solely on how sexy the boy looked as he lay there, cock pointing up towards his chest.

"Wow." Nick whispered with a slight gasp.

"I agree!" Greg chuckled, looking at Nick's bare body.

The older boy lay back down on the bed, deliberately pressing his body against Greg's, taking in the heady feeling of skin-on-skin. The younger boy's hand was soon pumping away at his erection, so Nick did the same. He had secretly been a little disappointed when Greg had just requested to jerk off together, but he had to remind himself that while he had been in a long-term, very sexual relationship and had a lot of experience, this was still mostly new to Greg.

As it turned out, Nick found himself immensely enjoying himself. As he lay there, he had a perfect view of the boy's body, giving him the perfect chance to take in every detail, his cute, stiff little nipples, the tidy patch of pubic hair, the precum oozing from the tip of his rapidly-stroked cock.

Greg's eyes were fixed on Nick too, finally able to openly admire the young man he had wanted for so long.

Eventually their eyes met which inevitable led to more kissing. When Nick heard Greg moaning into his mouth, he pulled away and looked down just in time to see the boy's cock squirting several thick globs of cum over his chest and stomach. It was hearing the boy's delighted whimpers that pushed Nick over the edge, resulting in two shots of cum to his own face, two on his shoulder and several on his own chest and stomach, strings of it sticking to his tiny patch of chest hair and treasure trail.

"Wow." Greg said happily, looking round at Nick.

"Yeah." Nick grinned back breathlessly.

They sat together for a while, just holding each other, occasionally kissing, talking and giggling. Eventually Greg shifted uncomfortably, wincing slightly as he moved.

Nick ran his fingers gently down the boys body, skimming of the healing wounds and almost-vanished bruises. "Sorry, sometimes I forget you're still healing."

"It's okay." Greg said, grinning through the pain. "I'll be up and about soon enough."

"Good." Nick replied, kissing him on the cheek. "Because I want to take you on a proper date."

"I've never been on a date before." Greg said happily, cuddling his new lover closely.

"Then I'll happily be your first." Nick grinned. He squeezed the boy gently for a moment before adding, "I still can't believe this is happening."

"Me neither." Greg replied dreamily. "You know, I've been thinking and I reckon maybe... this... is why I came to you, you know, that first night I ran away. I think... I've liked you since then!"

"Than what took you so long?" Nick chuckled.

"Sam told me not to tell you." Greg replied quietly, squirming slightly at the thought of ignoring his friend's advice. "He said I wasn't allowed, because of..." he paused. He didn't want to say it.

"Because of Warren." Nick replied with a sigh. "Because... I'm your best friend's ex!"

Greg nodded slightly. "Yeah. And... for a while there I thought you two were actually going to.... get back together." He paused. Seeing Nick go from so happy to so sad in mere moments was a little upsetting. "Sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned him."

Nick smiled weakly. "It's okay, it's not like we can pretend me and him never happened. But maybe... for now... we shouldn't tell anyone, you know, about us."

Greg nodded solemnly. He felt a little unhappy about it, mostly because he was so overjoyed at finally being with Nick that he wanted to shout it from the rooftops, but it did make sense to approach the Warren situation carefully.

Nick could see the worry on Greg's face. "Hey, don't worry, it'll all work out, we just have to find the right time. Besides, it'll be kinda fun having our own little secret for a while."

Dale was pinned to the bed. He had been wrestling playfully with Liam and was starting to get a little frustrated. Liam was easily nine inches shorter than Dale, so he felt he should be able to overpower him, but the shorter man was a veritable mountain of muscle. As Dale felt his face being pressed into the pillow, he marvelled at how someone so small could be so powerful.

"Okay, you win!" he eventually called out, feeling the arm twisted behind his own back being released. He flipped over and pouted playfully.

"Awesome, and what was the deal? Loser bottoms?" Liam taunted happily, casually running his fingers up and down Dale's leg, tugging gently at a few hairs.

"You so knew you was gonna win that!" Dale said unhappily.

"Of course. I'm a top!" Liam insisted.

Dale's mind flashed back to the night of his party. He had finger-fucked his friend as part of a forfeit and, thinking Liam never really did anything like that, he had been quite surprised to find his fingers entered quite easily. "Are you sure about that?" Dale asked with a smirk.

Liam squirmed slightly. He had still never told anyone about the many times he had been fucked by Ryan. The secrecy was more to protect his friend than himself.

Dale could see the awkwardness on Liam's face and laughed. "So you've been fucked then? Who by?" he asked with a grin.

"None of your business!" Liam insisted.

"It's Ryan isn't it!"Dale guessed.

"What? No! I mean..." Liam started, then dropped his head in frustration. "How did you guess?"

"Well I HAVE seen him fuck you, you know!" Dale reminded Liam.

"Oh yeah. I... almost forgot about that!" Liam said, thinking back years to when Dale, along with Josh, Warren and Nick had stumbled across the two friends fucking in the park.

"I didn't!" Dale said, grinning. "That was pretty hot. I always suspected you were still doing it. Wait, so does that mean Ryan's bi too?"

"Ha, no chance!" Liam throwing his head to laugh. "No, he's still 'straight', he just comes to me when he's overly horny and can't find a girl. He pretty much turns up, fucks me and leaves."

"That's... actually kinda hot!" Dale said, blushing as he smirked.

"You can't tell him you know though, he'll totally freak out!" Liam insisted, suddenly regretting revealing so much.

"Oh I suppose I could be convince to keep quiet... for a price!" Dale teased.

Liam folded his arms and glared at Dale. "Fine, whadda you want?"

Dale rolled aside, patted the bed and said, "On your back, shorty!"

"Shorty?" Liam repeated, giving a very unhappy scowl. He did as Dale asked anyway, visibly fighting back a smile.

Dale grabbed some lube before moving between Liam's legs and lifting them up. He squeezed some gel onto his fingers, then immediately pushed three straight into Liam's hole.

"Hey!" Liam called out in shock, his entire body twitching.

"What, I figured if you could handle a big boy like Ryan, then three fingers wouldn't be a problem!" Dale said innocently. "But I suppose you'd prefer something else in there."

With the lube sufficiently applied, and a little more spread over his cock, throbbing just a little harder than usual, he pulled out the fingers and pressed his swollen head in.

"Ah, yeah." Liam moaned as he felt Dale pushing inside him. Despite the initial fierce finger-fuck, Dale was taking his entry pleasantly slowly.

It was a new sensation for Liam. Ryan was always so fast, so hurried. While Liam would normally cum from getting fucked by his friend, it wasn't always an enormously pleasurable experience for him. Plus it always made him feel a little cheap to know that they were only there because Ryan was horny, and that as soon as he had cum, he'd be out of there!

Liam lay there staring up at Dale, feeling him slide slowly in and out. He could tell his new lover was just as concerned about Liam's pleasure as his own, his hands gently caressing him at the same time. He had spent the last couple of days a little conflicted over his new relationship, wondering if he was doing the right thing, wondering if he could actually love a man rather than just hooking up, but then, right there in that moment, he knew – he wanted Dale, in every possible way.

Nick stood in the corridor waiting for Callum to appear. He had gotten to college early, hoping to catch his friend as he left his class. As the bell rang and people started dashing out of the room, he saw Callum and called out to him.

"Hey, Cal."

"See you in a bit." Callum said to the girl he had been walking with before heading to Nick. "Alright mate, you okay?"

Nick was pleasantly surprised by the cheerful greeting. The last time he had seen Callum was when he had fucked him, teased him and then just casually walked out. He felt like he had been a complete dick to the boy, so seeing him so unbothered by it all was a bit of a shock.

"Yeah, I'm... I'm fine. Are you?" Nick asked cautiously.

"I'm great." Callum said happily. "Why... do you look so nervous?"

Nick frowned. "Because I thought you were gonna be pissed at me." he replied. "For Tuesday."

"Oh." Callum said, nodding slightly. "Yeah, you were a bit of a dick, but... look mate, I know you've got some issues, but that's what I'm here for. If talking helps, I'll listen. If a slightly aggressive fuck is what you need, then I'm there!"

"But... I was.... mean." Nick stuttered.

"Yeah." Callum nodded before grinning and adding, "But lucky for you, that just turns me on SO much more!"

Nick laughed, partly from relief, partly from amazement. "Seriously?"

"Fuck yeah." Callum said, playing with his lip piercing with his tongue. "I've probably jerked off, like, sixty times since Tuesday thinking about it. I'm free tonight if you wanna go again!" He reached down and groped his growing bulge.

"Ah." Nick said, the smile suddenly dropping away. "That was... something else I needed to mention."

"What's wrong?" Callum asked, stroking Nick's arm in concern.

"Oh nothing's wrong. It's just... I'm... I've just started seeing someone." Nick explained.

"So... does that mean no more hooking up? Are you, like, exclusive now?" Callum asked, managing to look both happy for his friend and disappointed at the same time. He started walking down the hallway slowly, gesturing for Nick to follow.

Nick shrugged. "We haven't really discussed that yet."

"Well do you WANT to be in an open relationship again? And do you think Greg would be okay with it?" Callum asked.

"I don't know what I want." Nick said with a shrug. "I mean it didn't work out so well last time. And I've no idea what Greg would think. He's seen what can..." Nick stopped and stared at Callum. "I... never even mentioned his name!"

"Oh come on, give me a little credit. Any idiot could see you were totally into him. You talk about him as much as you used to talk about Warren!" Callum smirked.

Nick smiled back, thinking about how obvious he must have been. He carried on walking and chatting with his friend, but his mind lingered on Greg. Nick still cared a a great deal about Callum, and the sex was great, potentially even more-so with their new-found love of aggressive playing, but he loved Greg. He cursed his own luck, as even when things seemed to be going right, they were still never easy!

Corey stood outside the door, trying to build up the nerve to go in. He kept telling himself he had no reason to be afraid, it was only Josh, but something still felt scary. Back after Josh had split from Dale, Corey had been round quite often, trying to cheer his big brother up, to get him motivated, even just to try and get him out of bed. It was his repeated failed attempts that had driven Corey himself into despair.

He remembered how his very first drink had come after a failed attempt to get Josh going. He had walked out of his brother's bedroom, found his way into the kitchen and spotted some left over beer from Dale's birthday party. Maybe that's why he was so nervous, because this was all where it had started. Once he gave up on helping Josh and started drinking, he started to avoid him, not wanting to get 'caught' whilst drunk, so this would be the first time he had seen Josh in weeks.

He had heard from their parents that Josh was 'doing okay' now, but Corey still found himself wondering what sort of state Josh would really be in. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.

A few seconds later, Josh appeared, laughing as he opened the door, but stopping when he saw Corey. "Hey Cor." he said, staring in surprise at the boy.

"Hey Josh." Corey said, suddenly feeling very silly about being so nervous. It was just Josh! "Good to see you out of bed."

Josh chuckled awkwardly, thinking back to the state he had been in the last time Corey came to visit. "Come in." he said, stepping aside to let his little brother enter then closing the door behind him.

"Hey, who was it?" James called out as he walked out of the bedroom.

Corey stared at the young redhead, standing there in just a pair of boxers, then looked at Josh and raised his eyebrows!

"Yeah, we should talk." Josh said guiltily as Corey stared.

Corey headed to the lounge while Josh went to grab some drinks and James put some clothes on. As they both joined the boy, he continued eyeing them suspiciously.

"So, you two are..." Corey started.

"New." Josh said quickly. "We... are very new!"

"We?" Corey probed.

Josh fidgeted a little and peered round at James who just smirked. "Yeah, I guess... we're a 'we' now." The elder brother replied with a gentle nod.

Corey didn't really respond, his face remaining free of any indication of approval or disapproval. In truth, it was mainly because he still felt nauseous from his hangover, but it was helping him make Josh squirm so he almost appreciated it. He looked to James. "So I suppose we have you to thank for getting him out of bed. Fuck knows, I couldn't do it!"

James raised his eyebrows and shook his head with a knowing grin. "Nope, I can't take credit for that. That's all his mystery master!"

If looks could kill, James would have been a rotting corpse within seconds under Josh's furious gaze. As James smirked away, Josh turned to face Corey's questioning stare. "It's... there's this guy."

"At least he thinks it's a guy." James sniggered.

"It's a guy!" he snapped angrily at James before looking to Corey again. "It's a guy who just started texting me and...he kind of... gives me orders." His little brother remained silent, eyes fixed on his until Josh couldn't take any more. "Just... say something! Aaaargh!" Josh almost jumped out of his seat.

"What's wrong?" Corey demanded, jumping up.

"My guess... Buzz just got turned on!" James sniggered.

Josh looked round at James, nodding fervently.

"Who the fuck is Buzz?" Corey demanded angrily, unsure exactly what was happening.

As Josh continued to stare at him angrily, James said, "Buzz is a prostate stimulator controlled by his master. Oh, and he's also wearing a chastity cage called Woody. Just figured that was worth mentioning!"

"Fuck!" Josh muttered, covering his face with his hands as waves of pleasure rippled through him from the newly-activated toy.

"You... you're unbelievable!" Corey said, his disappointment in his big brother written all over his face. He got up and headed for the door.

"Corey, wait." Josh called out, getting up to follow, but staggering a little as Buzz pressed into his prostate.

Corey had quickly slipped on his trainers and coat and was already out of the front door when Josh managed to catch up. "Corey, please, don't go." he pleaded.

As the young boy stopped and looked back, his face was streaked with tears. "I was there for you, Josh. Always. No matter what you needed, I was there. For once, I needed you and you're too caught up with... with fuck buddies and... stupid masters. You know what, fuck you, we're done!" He shouted furiously through his tears.

Josh actually took a few steps back. He had never seen Corey like that before. "Wait... Cor." Josh stuttered.

"No, just... FUCK OFF!" Corey screamed and ran down the stairs as Josh watched, distraught.

Nick stretched as he got off the bus, thinking how much he missed getting a ride with Dale. The only thing that had kept him even remotely cheerful on the uncomfortable ride home was the thought of seeing Greg. The events of that morning still felt like some hazy half-imagined dream. He couldn't stop thinking about it, about how much he cared for the boy.

As he walked in the house, he considered running straight upstairs to see Greg, but figured he should at least say hello to his Mum. "Hey, it's me, I'm home." he called out, waiting to hear from what direction any response would come from.

"Hi honey. We're in here." Pippa called back from the lounge.

Nick headed in and was delighted to see Greg sat on the sofa beside Pippa. "Hey." he said happily. "She let you out?"

Greg sniggered as Pippa shot him an unimpressed frown. "Yeah." Greg replied. "She even let me use stairs! Mark the day in your diary!"

Pippa turned her scowl at Greg, making Nick laugh. It made him so happy to see Greg really feeling like part of the family. Joking aside, he knew how much Pippa also cared for the boy and how much Greg appreciated it. He knew how easy it would have been for Greg to simply retreat from the world after all he had been through.

"Careful. You know she'll just put you right back up there!" Nick said, forcing himself to put on a stern expression as he sat down in an armchair.

"I really don't know why I put up with you two." Pippa said, shaking her head as she fought back a smile.

Nick just grinned cheekily at his Mum. "Hey, how's Corey feeling?"

"Better presumably. He went out a little while ago." Pippa said with a slight shrug. "It's nice to see you're getting on again."

Nick couldn't meet his Mum's gaze. She had repeatedly nagged him to talk to Corey, to clear the air about whatever the issue was. When it came to the whole situation with the five boys, their parents had been kept somewhat in the dark. They knew something had happened, something serious, but it was like their sons had been sworn to secrecy about the whole thing. Unfortunately, Nick had a feeling he knew what was coming next.

"Now if you could just make up with Josh too." Pippa said, exactly as Nick had expected.

Nick's eyes narrowed at the mention of his big brother, but he resisted responding, instead asking, "D'you know where Corey went?"

Pippa shook her head. "God knows where that boy is most the time!" She had given up trying to keep track of him some time ago.

"He... went to see Josh." Greg said hesitantly.

"Well at least one of you is making some effort!" Pippa said as she got up from the sofa, shooting Nick a disapproving look. "Could you do me a favour and find out if Corey's going to be home for dinner. It should be at about half six."

"Yeah, no problem." Nick replied as Pippa headed towards the kitchen then turned his attention to Greg. "Did he... say what he was going for?"

Greg shook his head. "I think it might be because of the drinking though. He said that talking to me about it, and then you too made it a bit easier to deal with. Maybe he wanted to talk to someone else!"

Nick nodded. It was a sensible assumption. Before leaving for college, he had gone to see the boy again and they had talked some more about it and it became very quickly obvious that Corey was struggling to deal with things on his own. He pulled out his phone and called the boy, but got no reply. Shaking his head at Greg, he tried again but still no answer.

"I'm sure he's okay." Greg said, not sounding even remotely convincing.

Nick took a few deep breaths. He had to make sure Corey was alright. His neglect had already contributed to the boy's situation, and now that he knew how bad it was, he couldn't ignore it again. He knew what he had to do, but he really didn't want to. He scrolled down the contacts on his phone until 'Josh' appeared. His finger hovered over the dial button for several seconds. It wasn't until he got a reassuring nod and smile from Greg that he had the nerve to press it.

Josh picked up almost instantly. "Corey?"

"Nope!" Nick replied flatly.

There was a slight pause, presumably as Josh took a moment to actually look at who was calling. "Nick... h... hey. How you doing?"

"I'm not calling to chat. Is Corey there?" he said through gritted teeth.

"He was, but... he got upset and left." Josh explained. He tried to say something else before getting interrupted.

"When?" Nick demanded

"About an hour ago. Nick, what's..." Josh replied, but Nick ended the call.

"You okay?" Greg asked. Nick was visibly shaking.

He shook his head in response and said, "I need to go and find Corey."

"Okay, but come here first." Greg insisted, holding his arms out.

For the second time that day, Nick found comfort in the boy's arms. "Thank you." he muttered into the boy's neck as he nuzzled against it.

"No problem. Now go find him." Greg said, releasing the older boy.

Corey stood outside the shop, shifting from one foot to the other impatiently. As a man emerged, in his mid-forties and looking decidedly shifty, Corey approached him.

"Did you get it?" he asked eagerly.

The man opened the bag he was carrying to reveal a six-pack of cheap beer. The boy reached for it but he pulled it away, closing the bag. "Not so fast. You know my price."

"Fine. Let's go." Corey said, staring at the ground. They headed round the back of the shop, looking round nervously as they ducked behind a couple of large dumpsters.

"Take off your clothes." the man ordered.

"That wasn't the deal, You said just a blow job!" Corey complained, backing away slightly.

The man shrugged. "D'you want it or not?"

Corey stared back for a moment, then looked round quickly before dropping his coat to the floor and pulling off his t-shirt. Next he undid his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles with his underwear. He stood back up, fully exposed and stared at the grinning man. "Happy now?" he asked indignantly.

The man swung his hand round and slapped Corey's face. "Cut the attitude you filthy fag and get on your knees."

Corey whimpered at the hit and dropped to his knees as the man unzipped his trousers and pulled out his already-erect cock. Without any further prompting, Corey leant forward and started sucking. The man quickly grabbed two handfuls of hair, pulling Corey onto his erection vigorously.

The boy choked, coughing and spluttering as the man continued his brutal face fucking. Fortunately it didn't take too long before the man filled Corey's mouth with his seed. "Swallow it!" he demanded, refusing to remove his cock until the boy had done so.

Looking down at the naked boy in disgust, the man put himself away and zipped up, then threw the bag on the ground. "Enjoy the beer you little faggot."

Corey watched the man walk away before starting to pull his clothes back on. Once he was dressed, he leant against the wall then slid down it into a sitting position as he started to cry. Just as he was reaching out for the beer, his phone rang again. He had ignored it earlier, but as he saw Nick's name showing on the screen, he answered.

"Nick." he whimpered.

By the time Nick arrived at the shop, Corey had got himself a little more composed. He was on a low wall nearby, staring at the bag on the ground beneath his feet as his brother arrived.

"Hey, you okay?" Nick asked, taking a seat behind him and rubbing the boy's arm.

"I didn't drink any." Corey said quietly, still focused on the bag.

"That's great." Nick said with a smile, nudging the boy gently. "Why did you buy it?"

Corey's breath caught in his throat. He knew that he didn't 'buy' it and for a moment considered telling Nick everything, but was too ashamed to even mention it. "Because Josh is a dick!" Corey mumbled.

"Yeah, I don't think that's news to anyone." Nick said, tempted to say a lot worse. "What did he do this time?"

"It doesn't matter." Corey said dismissively. "I've just had enough of him always taking and never giving. He's so selfish."

Nick's anger at his older brother was rapidly turning into white-hot rage. "Forget him. He's not worth thinking about. Come on, we should head home, Mum's got dinner on." He stood up and turned back to face Corey.

The younger boy nodded, getting up too. His foot nudged the bag and he stared down at it again. Nick remained silent, watching to see what Corey would do. He picked it up, glanced again at his brother then took a deep breath and ran across the street to the bin, dropping the whole bag in.

Shortly after Corey had left, Josh had told James to leave. He had been furious at the young redhead for revealing so much to the boy. Josh had sat watching his phone after that, desperately hoping that Corey might call, or better yet, come back to the apartment.

When his phone did eventually ring and it turned out to be Nick, Josh had felt momentarily hopeful. All of his attempts to contact his brother since the truth came out had been met with an outright refusal to engage. When the phone call turned out to be only about Corey, Josh had been distraught.

Now he sat alone in his apartment, staring into nothingness and doing his best to ignore the pleasurable feelings coming from Buzz. When his phone finally went off, he jumped at it eagerly but found it was just a message from his master.

[Send me a naked picture. Now!] he demanded.

Josh scowled at the phone. Whoever this guy was, he was partly to blame for Corey being upset. [Not now. I'm not in the mood] he replied angrily.

[Who the fuck do you think you are? You're my fag, I'm your master and you will do as I fucking tell you!] the reply came back instantly.

Josh stared at the message, his entire body tensing. He was so angry, he hated this person... but part of him, a big part was screaming at him to obey. [Fuck off!] he forced himself to reply.

[I'm going to give you one chance to apologise right now. A video of you naked, apologising and begging for my forgiveness. You have five minutes!]

Josh threw his phone down on the seat beside him, staring at his and breathing deeply. He could feel his heart pounding. He waited. One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. Finally he couldn't take any more. He pulled off his clothes, grabbed the phone, turned on the camera and started recording. "I'm sorry Sir. I've had a bad day but that's no excuse for speaking to you like that. I'm really sorry. Please forgive me, I beg for your mercy Sir."

He sent the video just within the five minute limit and sat almost in tears. He hated what he had just done. He had upset Corey, Nick was still pissed at him and he was pissed at James. He should be dealing with all of that, he should be trying to put things right, but all he could think about was getting his master's forgiveness.

[Very good boy. You are forgiven, but you still need to be punished for your disobedience] the master replied a minute later.

Josh breathed a sigh of relief, while simultaneously feeling a twitch of pleasure in his caged cock. He knew he would seen be advised of his punishment, but he found himself craving something more than simple orders.

[Sir, if you want to meet, you can punish me in any way you like. I'll do whatever you tell me!] he sent back eagerly.

[Why would I want to meet you, fag? And you already do whatever I tell you! Now shut up and wait for your punishment.]

Josh sat thinking about Nick, about Corey, about James, about everything else he should be doing, but his body refused to respond. All he could bring himself to do was stare at his phone, waiting for his next command. He knew it was wrong, he knew he was screwed up and broken and useless and all he wanted, more than any command, more than anything else in the entire world, was to feel Dale's arms around him.