Popular Post TQuintA Posted August 21, 2023 Author Popular Post Share Posted August 21, 2023 Chapter 48 When I got to Tony’s office, I noticed that he’d had his one smaller door replaced with wider double doors. I pushed through them easily as they were large enough for me. Tony wasn’t showing any overt signs of hostility, so I figured acting ignorant was my best plan. If I didn’t know anything, I would act as I normally did. Normal for me was slightly confrontational in a harmless, puerile way. Confrontational with Tony, a man who hated me and who routinely carried a gun. That was not going to be a fun tightrope to walk. Without looking up from his work tablet, Tony said, “I saw what you did to door for the basement dormitory, so I figured I’d Nile-proof my office.” He looked up. “Why are you dripping with sweat?” I even saw his nose twitch involuntarily as the unmistakable funk of my musk coiled off me in waves. “It’s Sunday morning. You got me at the end of a full-body workout,” I said, wiping my brow with the tail of my shirt, giving him a flash of my hairy abs and chest. As I brought my arm to my face, I exposed him to the full impact of my unshielded, furry armpit. “No growth without sweat.” “Sit down, Nile,” he said distastefully, gesturing to one of the cafeteria chairs, which he’d had transported to his office. I sat heavily, and Tony grimaced when the chair groaned under my mass. “What’s up, boss?” I asked. “I’ve read Miss Hascombe’s latest article, explaining to everyone how housing expense fees work.” There was his usual level of disdain in his voice, but no outright threat of violence. So, I nodded. He continued. “I’m aware that Governor Mathers has ended housing expense fees in our state and limited the number of niche houses one person can own.” I nodded at that too. Tony kept going. “Cliff has asked me if he can install a movie theater for the pleasure workers in some of my houses. He actually made a pretty compelling argument.” I nodded again. Tony spoke further. “Mark Foster has been raising money for unfairly dismissed pleasure boys.” I nodded yet again. With a tone of exasperation in his voice, Tony added, “Archibald Booker has been petitioning supplement companies to sponsor pleasure boys even though they don’t have modeling or advertising legacies.” Then, correcting himself, he added, “Sorry, you know him as Fred.” I nodded one more time. “As I suspected,” Tony said, pushing his work tablet to the side. “You knew all of this already. In fact, I suspect you caused all of this.” “And?” I asked, doing my best to have not even the slightest tremble in my voice. All the while, the thought, “Is he going to murder me now?” raced through my head on a loop. “I haven’t noticed my name once in any news article or press release.” “And?” I asked again. I was glad I came into the room already sweating. Is he going to murder me now? “I know you can’t stand me. You make that very clear.” “And?” I asked yet again. My heart was racing in my ribcage. Is he going to murder me NOW? Tony’s eyes opened wide as he said, “I’m tired of the Sword of Damocles nonsense. When are you going to do it?” Me do something? Me do something? I’d been waiting for him to do something, like pull out a gun and kill me. “Do what?” I asked in all earnestness. “Ruin me.” He leaned over his desk. It wasn’t an act of intimidation; he looked like he was trying to examine my facial expression to determine what I was thinking. “Ruining you would hurt me more than it would hurt you,” I insisted, looking to see if his weapon was hidden somewhere near his grasp. “I wish you no personal harm. I just want this whole system to benefit the largest number of people possible, which would include you.” Tony looked at me leerily, scrutinizing what I had just said for double meanings (of which there were none). “Are you waiting for me to start negotiations?” he asked, leaning back into his seat. “I thought I already had done that with the double pension. I thought I already had done that when I let you go to the dinner party. But if you need me to be more overt…” He pounded his fist on the table. I almost screamed in terror, but I managed to swallow it. Then, he curtly asked, “What is your price? What can I do to permanently buy your silence?” “Silence about what?” I was no longer scared; I was confused. “Don’t pretend to be stupid. We both know you’re not stupid. Nor naïve. Nor clueless. What’s it going to take to dummy you up for good?” “About what?” I asked, even more confused. “You’re going to make me say it out loud? Admit it?” Tony was, somehow, even more frustrated than he had been. “Is that part of your sick game? Is that the next step in this dance?” I had no idea what was happening. He was the one with power, not me. Tony stood up defiantly. “Fine, I’ll say it. What do I have to do so you don’t tell anyone you’re my father?” What? I stared quizzically. “Emil Fielding is your father.” “Emil Fielding is the man who raised me.” “In other words,” I redirected, “he’s your father.” “Between you and him, whom do I more resemble?” Tony asked smugly. “Neither Vera nor I are blond,” I said. “Please,” Tony dismissed. “I bleach my hair, or you’d see just how much I look like you. At least, you before you put on a half-ton of muscle. I couldn’t stand to have you looking back at me in the mirror.” “Emil Fielding is your father,” I repeated. “Emil Fielding,” Tony looked visibly sickened by saying that name, “is a brilliant, shrewd CEO with an enviable legacy and a fortune in the bank. He’s also a hideous troll who could never arouse my mother, is completely impotent, and is sterile as an operating room. The two of them concocted this plan together. Mother’s favorite pleasure boy was intelligent, and charming, and devastatingly handsome. So, why not have him impregnate her? I mean, Father needed an heir.” He grunted in discontent. “Emil Fielding could never be my real father. He’s infertile.” “Infertile!” I said, pointing at myself. “Me too! Back when we still took female clients, they put stuff in the water to kill our swimmers.” “You don’t think my mother had drugs to counteract that? You don’t think she had them slipped into your dinner one night, the evening before a Visitors’ Day, so you couldn’t get any of your female clients pregnant?” “I got Vera pregnant?” I asked, intrigued. Tony glowered. “Mother got herself pregnant. You were a convenient sperm bank. You were more than her favorite; you held the potential for her undoing. She was convinced you knew. That’s why she let you and your precious Colorado get away with breaking every rule.” I was stunned into silence. He looked me squarely in the eyes. “You honestly didn’t know you’re my father?” I shook my head. “I don’t have to show you a paternity test, do I? I don’t want there to be a paper trail, but my parents told me about you when I was three and I asked for a baby brother.” “I’m your father?” I asked. I physically relaxed. “What’re you happy about?” he sneered, correctly reading my body language. “I thought you called me in here to shoot me,” I admitted. “Like I’d waste a bullet,” he replied. “If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead. I control your food.” That was somehow reassuring. So, I repeated, “I’m honestly your father?” “It’s why I turned down Emil Fielding’s legacy. I don’t even know why he offered it to me. It’s a legacy that has to be inherited via blood; I can’t just be adopted. As long as you were alive, I could never take that risk, even if Father could. I never wanted to run a pleasure house.” “I’m honestly, truly your father?” I asked yet again, some disgust seeping into my voice. “I’m none too pleased either,” Tony replied. “I can’t decide what to do with you, especially in my little contest. I want you to win—because if my biological father is the best, then I inherited the high-quality DNA. I want you to lose—because if you lose, then I’m better than you. I want to dismiss you—because then I never have to look at your smug face ever again. I want you to stay here forever—because I can make a lot of money off of you and I can keep my eye on you so you don’t cause me any mischief.” “Is that why you’re at this house so frequently?” I asked. “To make sure your father stays in line?” Sweat from my workout dropped down from my brow and joined the swamp in my soaked shirt. It was so drenched in my exertions that my heaving pecs and chest hair were easily discernible through the fabric. Tony nodded, his eyes widening at my display of unbridled masculinity. “And can I just say, fuck you for being hot. It’s bad enough that my father is a high-class whore. But you had to be a drop-dead gorgeous muscle brute with a godlike cock. Do you know how confusing it is to be gay and have a father like you? A father who’d occasionally grab my crotch?” “I wouldn’t have if I knew you were my son,” I said. Tony continued venting. “All my friends are tired of me talking about you. They tell me I should just book a session with you, get you out of my system, never knowing they’re telling me to sleep with my father. It’s why I freaked out when I found out you were sleeping with my husband.” Tony collapsed back into his chair. “You really didn’t know? You haven’t just been playing mind games with me all these years?” “Vera never told me anything,” I said. “Your hell was of your own making.” “Serves me right,” he moaned. “If I’d never said anything, you never would’ve known.” “Never,” I echoed. “Now that you do know,” Tony said, defeatedly, “let’s talk turkey. What will it take to keep you silent?” “I don’t want anyone to know you’re my son,” I spat. “Sure,” Tony said, businessman-like. “I get that. But, there are factors that could tempt you. What could I do to eliminate those temptations?” I thought about it for a second and then said, “Be kind to the boys. Don’t be such a hard-ass. Stop charging for midnight snacks—you were charging us for those meals twice. Loosen up the reins a little bit.” “I’m letting Cliff build the theater,” he said. “He’s using his family’s money, so it’ll be his theater, but I set aside the space and offered to borrow money from Father to build it. Tartarus is getting the first one.” With a heavy sigh, he added, “But your point is taken. I’ll ease up on the boys.” “We’re square, then” I replied. Tony dismissed that sentiment with a shake of his head. “That’s your boys. What do you want?” I didn’t even have to think this time. “Nothing, really. Just keep your word. Don’t dismiss me without cause; make sure I get a double pension if I win the fourth round; don’t cheat in the fourth round.” Tony had apparently expected a longer list. He sat in total silence for ten seconds. “That’s it?” he asked, nonplussed. “That’s it,” I replied. “You have me over a barrel,” Tony reminded me, pointing with both hands. “You could ask for anything you wanted. I would get it for you. And all you want is for me to not be an asshole, to play fair, and to be a man of my word?” “It’ll make your old man happy,” I said. Tony looked absolutely relieved. He looked fifty pounds lighter and breathed deeply. I even saw his shoulders un-clench. “Then,” he asked tentatively, “can I ask a really stupid and embarrassing favor?” I rolled my eyes. “We’re so far beyond being embarrassed, Tony.” “Father never hugged me. He thought it would make me soft. I know you’re dripping with sweat like a farm animal, but…” he hesitated before asking, “can I have a hug from my dad?” This meeting was not going how I expected. I stood up and spread my arms wide. Tony sped around his desk and wrapped his arms around my waist—the only part of me he could reach around. He then pressed his head into my wet, matted chest as I enveloped him in my mighty arms. He nestled into my stony pecs as far as he could, and I felt all his muscles relax. I stroked his back a few times and let him take as long as he needed. When he let go of the hug, he backed up a few steps. I could tell his eyes were beginning to tear, and not from my odor. “I’m only doing that once, okay? We’re not best friends now, or anything. You better not tell anyone I did that, or do something boneheaded like invite me to your wedding, or call me ‘son’ in front of the other pleasure boys.” His defensive walls were already back up. “Before I go,” I said, “tell me something honestly. Is the fourth round rigged?” “No,” he said flatly, shaking his head. “I thought by now the top ten would have made themselves clear. They haven’t. That’s why I went with the secret shopper plan. I outsourced the decision because I couldn’t make it myself.” “You could have a top 15,” I tried. “I thought you wanted me to be a man of my word,” he said, taking his seat again and picking his work tablet back up. “The budget will be tight enough with ten. Especially with the housing expense fees ending in two weeks.” “One last piece of advice from your old man?” I said. “Shoot.” He didn’t look up. “See a doctor about the gun fetish thing. It doesn’t sound healthy, and I’m afraid you’ll accidentally kill Slate.” “Already on it,” he said. “Cliff doesn’t like it either.” Satisfied with that, I was about to leave through Tony’s double door when he said, “I hope you and Gavin will be happy together.” It was more of a grumble than a heartfelt wish. I barely heard it. “We will,” I said, and left his office. 26 9 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mdlftr Posted August 21, 2023 Share Posted August 21, 2023 Wow! In the interest of NOT spoiling anything for anyone who has yet to read Chapter 48 - may I just say - I KNEW IT!! Great writing TQuintA, as usual!!! 6 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted August 21, 2023 Share Posted August 21, 2023 I changed my mind. Your new nom de plume should be: Mr. Twist. Mr. Surprise Twist! PS: Jeez, and people think *I'm* sappy (and I know you know I consider that high praise!) 6 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hardmuscl4life Posted August 21, 2023 Share Posted August 21, 2023 Thank you. This is an extremely well written story. Do you have the entire plot devised before you begin writing, or does it evolve as you write and we comment? The characters really well written. peace, george 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DawnFire98 Posted August 21, 2023 Share Posted August 21, 2023 I have no idea what to do with the information that was just provided here, but...wow. That was a twist. Hats off to you, @TQuintA 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ripped Posted August 21, 2023 Share Posted August 21, 2023 57 minutes ago, Mdlftr said: Wow! In the interest of NOT spoiling anything for anyone who has yet to read Chapter 48 - may I just say - I KNEW IT!! Great writing TQuintA, as usual!!! Ditto 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted August 21, 2023 Share Posted August 21, 2023 4 hours ago, TQuintA said: Tony stood up defiantly. “Fine, I’ll say it. What do I have to do so you don’t tell anyone you’re my father?” YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!! That's why Tony and Nile are so alike in some way., Man now i wantr Tony to bulk up and be the FREE Version Nile couldnt be lol 4 hours ago, TQuintA said: “Father never hugged me. He thought it would make me soft. I know you’re dripping with sweat like a farm animal, but…” he hesitated before asking, “can I have a hug from my dad? This part is so sad. What kind of father had never given a hug to his kid? Tony really needs someone to look up to. Nile tried to have all 15 ib the house but he is saying budget will be cut but BOY charge more. You know the bussiness. 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HawkShark Posted August 21, 2023 Share Posted August 21, 2023 Well I didn't see that coming! Awesome twist, especially with the different tone after the previous chapter. It definitely makes Tony's fetish for muscles (and forced growth) a bit more twisted considering what he did to his father. At least to me that's as troubling as his gun fetish... 6 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jwood Posted August 22, 2023 Share Posted August 22, 2023 Well, I got everything moved in and OMG SHOCKING PLOT TWIST! ...Nile stopped taking dimefidone! 4 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jwood Posted August 22, 2023 Share Posted August 22, 2023 Also, now knowing about Tony's good genetics, maybe he, too, has the potential to become a drop-dead gorgeous muscle brute with a godlike cock? If you want to run the big niche house, you should look the part! 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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