Chapter 571 – A Major Conversation Revealing So Much
As Jake and I cuddled while falling asleep, I struggled with trying to figure out how to approach Duncan to see if I could get him to cooperate with us. My thoughts kept coming back with appealing to his sense of fairness, doing what was right. I kept thinking he was a decent kind of guy, but for whatever reason, he got caught up in something he wasn’t comfortable with, and was somehow forced to go along with something that wasn’t right.
Tuesday morning in Marketing, I told Ty, we had a change of plans for the Victorian now. It was going to be a boutique hotel with a first-class restaurant. Ty seemed overly excited about our new decision, saying this could be something fantastic, given the facility. I told him the gay resort would still be built, but would be separate and private from the Grand Victorian. He said he couldn’t wait to see the designs. I told him Mary Ann and her design group were going to help with the project.
“Do you realize what you’ve created here, Josh? Look at all the side projects you’ve created for your class members. You’ve given me all the research necessary for my doctorial thesis. We’re doing ground breaking marketing for a new dormitory, an actual project, where we can measure real results, not like a fake project where you’re not able to measure results, much like the classes taught in other universities. We’re going to get national attention for our marketing program, which has already started, by the way. You’ve given the design department an actual project to work on they can take ownership to. There are so many spinoffs for what you’ve provided with your business. The potential here is almost limitless. We’ve never had such hands-on learning here at Uni so far ahead of most universities around the country. The dean of the business school is extremely impressed with what we’re doing. He’s lectured about this at several higher educational conferences, and has received tons of interest. Now we have another project to accredit us even more which happens to be in another state. I’m telling you, we’re starting to get all kinds of attention. I even had another company inquire as to what we could do to help them with their marketing efforts. It could take a year or so to put something together to start for them, where we just took off with yours. I like dealing directly with you rather than boards of directors that can’t seem to make a decision,” Ty stated, making me feel like we had really had something neat going that was helping the university and us. I could only imagine what this dormitory project would have cost had we farmed it out to a large or small marketing company. I was starting to fell pretty good about the whole thing, as we had fun and made more friends.
Mary Ann was still excited about the Victorian project, saying she and the girls were coming up with all kinds of ideas and already sourcing material. She said she sent Dev an email this morning informing him they would be working on the project also with him. She said she got an email back that kind of dissed her, saying he didn’t like working with others, as his designs were exclusive to him and he wasn’t sharing them.
“Well, I guess we just have to set him straight. We don’t have a contract with him as of yet, so maybe he needs to reconsider his attitude in order to get a contract. If he can’t play nice, he can’t play at all,” I told Mary Ann. She liked my attitude.
“Josh will put him in his place, Em. I’ll help him. We won’t take any crap off that dude,” Rod chimed in. It was interesting that Rod now thought he had a major control role, but I just let him go.
“I just think the dude is rude,” Mary Ann replied. “He hasn’t met us yet. He may be in for a rude awakening,” she added. I told her we would define territory when we all met and discussed it. I told her not to get bent out of shape yet. She thanked me for that.
“All the more reason we need to go down there and meet this asshole face to face,” Rod added. I told him to chill also. I thought to myself, the last thing we need to do is get involved in a dick measuring contest, because Rod would lose that in a flash. I figured he was just trying to show off for Mary Ann, showing his unwavering support.
Ty told the class about the Grand Victorian project coming up after we finished the dormitory. Ty said we were going to work on the informational pamphlets for Stoney Hall. It gave me chills every time I heard that name. I was so grateful to Stoney to allow me to use that name, so we had a permanent remembrance of him on campus here. If he were only still alive to see it and show his pride. Not to be, but at least we had a building bearing his name to be there forever.
After giving us a hug at the end of class, Mary Ann said to forward her anything and everything having to do with the Victorian. I told her, other than the agreement to buy, she had just as much information as I had. She told me I was funny. I shrugged my shoulders, but got a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Rod got a small bro hug. Blake, Jake and I made out way better than Rod, which did not go unnoticed. We watched her as she took off.
“Damn, what is it with her affection for you guys, showing less for me?” Rod complained.
“We’re not threatening like you are, Rod. We have no interest in her sexually, whatsoever. You, on the other hand, would love to throw her on the ground and breed her hard. Therein lies the difference,” I chided.
“Well, wouldn’t you think that’s what she would want?” he asked. I chuckled.
“Maybe, but her fantasies of having sex with us, which she knows will never happen, intrigue her more at the moment, as she knows she could have you anytime she wanted you. Not that way with us. We would be more of a challenge. You are a pushover. Savvy?” I asked. He shook his head.
“Not fair. Just not fair, Josh. It’s a bitch to have to compete with gay guys for a woman. How fucked up is that?” he asked, shaking his head.
“Women are complicated creatures. Guys are so much easier, Rod. You should come over to our side and start having some fun,” I teased. He just shook his head in disbelief. I patted him on the back as we took off.
Our executive luncheon took a different twist today. Jordan and Nate, primarily stated we needed to get with shoring up our corporate infrastructure. We needed to find someone to coordinate all the activities of putting the dormitory together as it was going to be open in the fall, and we were miles away from being ready. “Do you think you have a chance of talking Will into moving here to take on that project?” Jordan asked.
“I’m seeing him this weekend, and will definitely have a serious talk with him about taking on the project. He’d be great for it, knowing his organizational talents. He’s got to be getting bored with the ranch by now, I would think. I mean the way he set that up, it’s practically on autopilot as mechanized as it is. All the expansion is complete, so time to move on to new frontiers for him. I’ll have a serious talk with him on Saturday. I know we need someone to spearhead our IT department, and we have the perfect guy for that. He’s doing some forensic research for the AG’s office at the moment, but as soon as we get that wrapped up, we’ll recruit him to head our IT department. Get ready to spend some bucks, because this dude loves high tech equipment and toys. But, he does work miracles with them, so I don’t care, as long as we have a secure computer system, un-hackable by anyone,” I replied. Nate said that would be fantastic if it was possible. “If anyone can make it happen, Garth can, I can assure you,” I replied. They all liked the sound of that.
“Buzz designed a great atmospherically controlled server room for the new office building so we’ll have the state-of-the-art facility to house all our servers and systems. Plus, it will be backed up by a natural gas generator should we ever lose power. Let Garth play with that and see what he can do with it,” Nate stated. I liked the sound of that.
“Also, we need a communications person, Josh. We need someone to coordinate all the information we release. Right now, the left hand doesn’t know what the right hand does. It’s a wonder we haven’t sent out conflicting information on certain things. We constantly get calls from the various government agencies in all the states we’re involved with and the counties and municipalities where our businesses are located. We need someone to design and continually update the corporate information we need to provide. Also, you need someone to compose and coordinate press releases, should we have them, informational data on the new dormitory, the new office building and a whole array of other information that a large company has to compile and provide to various entities. We are getting close to having to put together system wide personnel handbooks on rules, regulations and policy for the workplace for all our entities. Using an outside service is very expensive. As soon as Taylor is on board, we have to get all the personnel information together and released to all our employees. Taylor can create the policies we need, but someone has to put it together and publish it once we approve everything. Also, we need to put a benefits plan together for our employees, then publish that also. So, you see, this is becoming a major drag on Nate and me,” Jordan informed me. “Cam has been helping with bits and pieces of this stuff, and, frankly, done a great job. However, we need him for other things, even though he’d do whatever we asked him to do,” Jordan added. Cam jumped in, saying he was at our service. I patted him on the back.
“Okay, so we need a Director of Communications to head up that area. I’ve got someone in mind there, but I have to let him unload his balls for his claim to fame first, then we can grab him and put him to work for us,” I told the guys, getting a strange look. “What, that would be Clay. He’s a journalism major. He hates what he’s doing at the moment and wearing out fast. He wants to break the biggest story ever, then tell the folks at Live 5 News to stick it up their asses, particularly one news producer who holds his job over his head continually for trying to tell the truth. Anyway, once this is over and the truth has been reported by our, soon to be award winning news reporter, he can quit and go to work for us for a hell of a lot more money, and a brighter future, than he has now,” I explained. I told them to keep that confidential, because I hadn’t talked to Clay about any of this yet.
“How do you know he’ll want to work for us then, if you haven’t talked to him?” Jordan asked.
“Because I just know, Jord. He idolizes what we’re doing here. He’s extremely fond of all of us also. He came to our meeting at the PF last week also. He didn’t have to, but he did, and was fascinated by what we’re doing. He’ll join us. I’m almost positive of that,” I replied. “Now that we’ve solved all the corporate problems, what else do we need?” I asked. Jordan said if we got those issues resolved, the rest would fall into place, he was pretty certain. As much as I wanted to believe that, I was sure we were just getting started.
“How is the litigation coming for Kyle and Cliff?” I asked Jordan and Nate, our legal team.
“All Kyle has to do is to sign off his acceptance. I’m told he may do that this week. First National is trying to reduce their offer, now that they’ve lost our business. Baxter told them he’ll take them to court and ask for a lot more if they want to fuck around. Baxter thinks they’ll settle and soon. Cliff is going to make a nice bit of money there. He wants to invest most of it into Stoney Enterprises. We’ll have to see how much stock we’re willing to let him buy. I don’t think we want to move him into the top tier of shareholders for right now anyway,” Jordan replied. “I think it’d be better if he came up with the rest of the shareholders but he could pay off what would be the normal note for the rest of the guys and remain a B shareholder, vest himself that way.”
“I like that. We don’t really need his money. Maybe he’d like to buy a lot and build a house for himself and Thad up on the hill near you, Jord. Buzz might want to sell him a lot,” I suggested.
“Hey, we don’t want too much company out there in the woods with us, Josh,” Buzz chimed in.
“Well, it might be kind of fun if we had a whole hill of SE execs so we could run around the woods naked in the summer time then jump in your pool and just see what happens,” I suggested. Jordan and Buzz rolled their eyes.
“There goes the neighborhood,” Jordan chided. I told him he’d love for something like that to happen. He said he guessed he might.
Blake reminded me it was time to go to Real Estate class. I got a little nervous thinking about it. I definitely wanted to confront Duncan about what we’d discovered, but wasn’t sure if the timing was right to do it before class. I thought maybe if I dropped a bomb, I could see if he was nervous during class and possible give me an indication if he felt somewhat guilty. I thought I might try that to see if it gained traction.
Blake and I talked, on the way to class, about how to approach Duncan to see if we could get a rise out of him, feel him out and maybe spook him some into admitting something to us. We both thought it might be worth a try. We’d made him nervous once before talking about Kyle’s situation. Maybe we could do it again, and this time get him to talk to us, maybe point us in a certain direction for more information, if he didn’t offer it up. It was worth a try. We showed up to class about fifteen minutes early in hopes of catching him by himself, which we usually did.
“Hey, my two favorite students,” Duncan said, greeting us, as Blake and I entered the classroom and made our way to his desk, pulling up a couple of chairs, sitting backwards on them, resting our arms on the chair backs. “Tell me you guys really had fun in Key West. Good grief, that has to be a fantastic spot,” Duncan said all cheerful.
“Not only do we not have tan lines, Duncan, but we bought another resort down there that has a spectacular old turn-of-the-century old Victorian mansion on it,” I told him. Duncan shook his head.
“I swear, you guys should be teaching this class as much real estate experience you guys have. Unbelievable,” he said, excitedly, seemingly in a great mood. I asked him quickly if he had fun over the break. He said it was so, so. He just generally rested and took it easy, but wished he could have gone with us. I told him he should have, as we ran around naked in the sun all week and had a blast when we weren’t buying a resort. He believed that. “I don’t know if my pale skin could have handled that. Getting a little spare tire around my waist these days, making my dick look smaller,” he joked, making us laugh.
“Duncan, you’re only in your 20’s so what’s with the spare tire shit. You don’t have a spare tire anywhere on you,” I replied.
“Thanks for noticing, Josh. I appreciate that more than you know,” he replied.
“Listen, Duncan, a friend of ours from Live 5 News, Clayton, I think you know him. Anyway, you know he’s been covering this story of your buddies, Weinstein and Seward and the craziness that happened to Kyle, and now it’s ensnared Dickerson and Hastings, who we now find out, are close personal friends. But he has a source that’s diving into emails on a university server trying to piece together who all is involved for the Attorney General of the state. He thought he found a familiar name in the mix of possible suspects in that conspiracy that he wanted Blake and I to check out before he went public with anything,” I said, watching Duncan become noticeably nervous and uncomfortable, even starting to sweat a little. His whole demeanor changed from a happy guy, when we first walked into the room, to a somewhat concerned person.
“Good grief, there’s more people involved?” he asked, trying to position himself as an outside bystander that might possibly know the individual we were talking about. “Is it anyone we all know?” he asked, finally. I smiled.
“As a matter of fact, it’s you, Duncan,” I replied, making him extremely nervous.
“What the fuck, Josh. I knew my association with that fucking Weinstein and Seward would somehow drag me into this fucked up mess. I just knew it. Well, it doesn’t surprise me, but I assure you, I had nothing to do what that mess involving Kyle, other than to think, like all the rest of us, he was toast. But, he proved us all wrong, thankfully, and I’d say he made out extremely well on the deal with all the damages he was awarded,” Duncan replied.
“Duncan, the emails associated you with not only Weinstein and Seward, but with Hastings and Dickerson, involving some basement meetings at Weinstein’s home and a couple of trips to Chicago,” I told him. At that moment, I saw the life flow out of his body, as if he took his last breath and died right in front of me. He was breathless. He put his head down in his hands, shaking his head, ‘no’. “Care to enlighten us as to what that was all about, as there might be a possibility we can help you here before your name gets to the AG?” I asked. I thought he was going to cry. It was time for class, and our classmates were arriving, seemingly full of energy and happy, having just come off of break. He didn’t give me an answer, but stared into space looking right through me. Blake and I got up and took our seats, thinking he’d have to think about his answer during class. He looked like he’d seen a ghost, as the bell rang and he stood up to address the class.
Class, we were going to discuss real estate agreement contracts to sell today, but I’ve just been given some information that, frankly, made me sick. I’m going to suspend class today. Read chapter 62 in the material you have, and we’ll discuss it Thursday. I’m sure you can enjoy an afternoon off from this class this one time. Sorry you had to show up, but I really can’t teach this afternoon. I really need to address some personal problems. I’ll see you for sure on Thursday,” Duncan told us. Blake and I started to get up to leave, thinking he was going to get in touch with someone to find out who knew what, and possibly build an alibi or work on a defense. “Josh, Blake, a word, please,” he said, as we turned to leave. He motioned for us to sit back down in the chairs we vacated earlier. We sat down. When all our classmates had left the room, he got up and closed the door, then sat back down in front of us. “What the fuck is going on here that someone is trying to frame me for something I don’t even know was going on,” he started to say.
“Kind of looks like you did know what’s going on, Duncan. Blake and I only told you about all of this, because we thought you were pretty much a standup guy. After hearing what we heard from Clay, we’re not so sure, and it concerned us. We thought we owed you a chance to explain yourself before this gets too far out of whack,” I replied. He shook his head, as if he couldn’t believe his ears.
“I am a standup guy. Guys, you have to believe me. I had nothing to do with any of Hastings, Dickerson, Weinstein, Seward, none of their shit. I’m guilty by association, I guess,” he replied.
“I’d say it was more than just association, Duncan. Come on now. You met with Hastings and Dickerson in Hasting’s basement, which I’m told by an anonymous source, has a peculiar reputation for water sports. Ring a bell?” I asked, dropping what seemed to be an atomic bomb on the boy. I thought he was going to have a nervous breakdown.
“Who are you? Some kind of spy, following me around?” he asked, nervous as hell now. I smiled.
“Just a well-informed individual that still has a smitten of hope that you’re innocent of all this conspiracy, so we can keep you out of it somehow. In order to help you, we need you to tell us everything you know, and be truthful about it. The gig is up,” I told him.
“Truth be known, Josh, I hate Dickerson, Hastings, Weinstein, Seward. Crenshaw and the sons, Spencer and Simon. I hope they all rot in jail and then hell, as long as they don’t drag me down with them. I’m not proud of what I had to do with these guys at times, but I had little choice in the matter from where I’m coming from,” Duncan replied, then got silent as if to think about what his next step was. I didn’t wait for that to happen, thinking we made a smidgeon of progress.
“Why don’t you tell us what really went on with those guys and maybe, just maybe, we can get you out of the whole, or part of, this fucking mess, depending on how deep, or how sinister a part you played,” I told him. He was deep in thought wondering what I knew and what he should, or should not, tell me. “Duncan, do you want me to draw you a picture of what this looks like happened and your role in this?” I asked. He perked up some. “I mean the pieces are still up in the air, but they’re coming together rather rapidly. I don’t want to believe you’re that evil to have played a major role in this stuff, but we can’t help you if we don’t know what role you actually played. There’s enough circumstantial evidence here to throw the book at you along with all the others. From what we gathered from the intelligence Clay happened to get hold of, it seemed like you were trying to distance yourself from these idiots after the ground breaking incident exploded in their faces,” I explained.
“Those fucking assholes. I can’t believe they were stupid enough to do what they did. After all their planning, they fucked everything up so bad. And Simon and Spence, now there’s a pair of balls for their heads. They should have been in jail years ago for all the shit they’ve gotten away with. They don’t deserve to walk around on the streets, much less breathe air,” Duncan replied, mad as hell. I realized I touched a nerve.
“Well, with all their drug problems, the damage done to Kyle’s property is probably the least of their problems,” I casually mentioned. He shook his head.
“The drugs are what started all the problems, Josh. It really did. I hate to say it, but it pulled me right down there with them years ago. I went to high school with those shithead fuckers. I know first hand how sick those two bastards really are. Them and their fathers, along with Dickerson and Hastings. They’re just as evil. The boys come by it honestly, just show it off more than their fathers and their father’s friends. Hastings, Dickerson, Weinstein, Seward and even Crenshaw, appear to be squeaky clean businessmen, bankers, president of the university. How much class can you have with reputations like that? Truth of it is, they’re all rich sickos with strange immoral fetishes that would make the average family guy sick at his stomach to even hear or read about. They’re dirt, filth, scum of the earth, Josh. I’m serious. I’m sick of them and all their evil,” Duncan said, still visibly angry.
“Why don’t you tell us what you know, Duncan. Maybe there’s hope, because Blake and I really don’t think you belong in that group at all. Let’s see what can be done to keep them from dragging you down, because I’m telling you, they’re going down and going down hard,” I assured him, making him even more nervous. I thought he was going to cry. “Did you take money from them to help them in their dirty deeds?” I asked.
“Fuck no. I wouldn’t take any of their blood money. I refused to, then money would show up in my banking account from time to time. I donated it to charity, because I couldn’t give it back. I never got a 1099 on any of it, so I don’t know how it showed up in my checking account. It wasn’t all that much, so I never really worried about it, although I told them many times to stop that shit or I’d report it to the Feds. It finally stopped, but I was warned if I said anything about it at all, I could be in serious trouble,” Duncan replied, seemingly becoming more cooperative, thinking the gig was up, so what did he have to lose. I was grateful he was forthcoming, as this might be the break we really needed to nail these bastards.
“So, if you hated these guys so much, how did you become more involved with them. Why not just quit Uni and go to another university to teach or start a new real estate practice far away from here?” I asked. Duncan got nervous again.
“You don’t understand, Josh. These guys are a small-town version of he mob. Yeh, they haven’t shot or killed anyone, as of yet, but they sure know how to strong arm and blackmail. I’m telling you, these guys are evil people, and they’ve gotten worse as they’ve grown older. I actually think the kids forced them into being worse than they were. Kyle’s situation was just wrong, totally wrong. I felt so sorry for Kyle. I really did. My heart went out to him, but my hands were tied. There was nothing I could do. Thank God, he found someone to bail him out, and spoil the plot to take his property. I don’t know how he convinced anyone to help him, as no one would have touched a deal like that. I have to admit, it paid off. I’m sure he can pay back the note now and make a bundle off of the property, now that W&S have been exposed for who they are, although they’re denying it was all a setup, which it most definitely was. Damn, I could get killed for telling you guys all this stuff, but I can’t keep it inside any longer. I just can’t. I’m not like them, guys, I’m just not, I swear to you,” Duncan said, visibly shaken. I reached over to him and patted him on his shoulders.
“Take your time, and try to think clearly how you got involved and why, and what did you do or not do, so we can figure out how to keep you out of this, or, at least, minimize the damage,” I told him. He got so nervous and shook up, I thought he was going to have a nervous breakdown, almost shaking wildly. “Easy, Duncan. Relax. Blake and I are here to help if we can, but you need to tell us everything you know. How did you get involved with these guys to begin with, and then what did they make you do after that?” I asked.
“Josh, it’s a terribly sordid tale. It makes me sick at my stomach just to think about it,” Duncan said in tears. I got up, and hugged him this time.
“It’s okay, Duncan. Blake and I aren’t here to judge you. We’re here to try to save you, if we can,” I assured him. He finally straightened up, seemingly ready to talk and tell his story.
“It started back in high school, our junior year, actually. Although Spence and Simon were somewhat assholes, they were the in-crowd because of all their toys, like sports cars, money, booze, and yes, drugs. They were cool, and everyone wanted to be cool like them, be their friends, hoping some of that popularity would rub off on them. I was stupid enough to believe that was true. I was so fucking dumb back then,” he said, shaking his head, thinking back. “We used to party at their houses all the time, them and a few others that rotated in and out, who were in favor, then out of favor. You never wanted to fall out of favor with those guys, as you were dead meat if they put the mark of faggot on you. Ask Cam Rogers about that. He’s a great example of what guys went through when they tormented you. They used to tie firecrackers around dogs bellies and set them off, the poor dogs dying a painful death. They’d laugh their asses off. These were evil guys, I’m telling you. Well, booze flowed freely. Their parents totally ignored everything that was going on. Sometimes they might get into trouble, but the way Weinstein and Seward passed around money in this town, the boys were virtually untouchable. They had all the girls too. Damn, if they didn’t. Who wouldn’t at that age, with Porches and money, booze and then the drugs. Not sure if the parents supplied the cocaine or not, or if the boys found a source which eventually grew into a business for them, dragging their fathers into it unwillingly. Seems like that got them in a heap of trouble now. They always got a pass when they were young. Always. They were untouchable. Shit, I watched them practically rape girls before, as in their minds the girls wanted that to happen. Some were willing and some were unwilling. It didn’t matter to them. If they were horny, they’d fuck almost anyone in sight, girls or guys. They didn’t care. I swear they were just as much homosexual as they were heterosexual. In fact, they liked boys better than girls at the time. You’re looking at a guy that got fucked by them on a regular basis, both mentally and physically. I was one of their ‘favorites’ I’m ashamed to say. I had to pretend like I liked it. I got to the point, I gave up and started liking it, just to keep my sanity. The drugs helped, of course. It really got bad in college. Spence and Simon had their own apartment then, and there were plenty of parties. We were so wasted at times with booze and drugs. I’d wake up in the morning, all of us naked, my ass hurting and full of Spence and Simon cum. I swear they DP’d me a couple of times, almost ripping me open. Simon had a weird curved dick that felt kind of weird anyway. I became a regular cum dump for those assholes. Like I said, the drugs helped. They did a great job of getting me addicted. I don’t know how I got through the university, but I made it somehow, then a year later, still partying, and getting fucked, I overdosed and nearly died. That was it for me. I was done. Still, I couldn’t get away from them. They had pictures of me taking it up the ass, riding their dicks, enjoying the hell out of it and even worse, doing lines of coke. It was awful, guys. Just awful. Makes me sick just to think about those days. I’ve been clean for the last couple of years, got my practice going, which W&S helped me start, unfortunately, getting their hooks into me even further. At least the abusive sex ended when I overdosed and got clean. They’d moved on to younger guys then, taking advantage of them with booze and drugs. They’re just horrible people, guys. I curse myself for ever letting myself get involved with those idiots,” Duncan explained, getting choked up.
“So you obviously made some bad choices in high school, which followed you through college. So, are they still able to control you?” I asked, concerned.
“Josh, they did ask me to set up that meeting between the developers and yourselves. I did do that for them. By the way, you handled that flawlessly. Telling them you weren’t interested in doing any large projects in Uni, got the heat off. I mean you really concerned these guys when you built that dormitory. You kind of pissed in their sandbox, and they didn’t see you do it. That was a shock to them. I threw in Rogers and Kyle just so it looked like we were being fair, but the real reason for the meeting was for them to feel you out and get a sense if you were a threat or not. You had all the right answers for them, which eliminated the threat. The guy, who they thought was the least threat and almost out of business, actually undid them. Kyle, with his new financing, blew their plans all to hell. It was beautiful. It couldn’t have happened to nicer people,” Duncan said proudly.
“I need to know, and be truthful about this, did you have anything to do with them trying to take down Kyle and screw him out of his land?” I asked, noticing I might have hit a nerve. He sighed big time.
“I was told, in no uncertain terms to introduce a certain person to Kyle and his father, as they were looking for someone to help manage their properties, Kyle’s father uncertain about how long he was going to live with the cancer he had and Kyle not out of school. Yes, I introduced him to this Kenny guy that worked for Crenshaw, the guy they told me to recommend. I didn’t know why, at the time, other than Kyle’s father needed the help. Kyle was in my class, so I tried to help him out. Josh, I swear to you, I had no idea it was a setup at the time. I really didn’t. I know, it was stupid of me, because I should have known Weinstein and Seward were never up to anything good. It was only when I heard what happened, that the guy literally squandered away all Kyle’s assets, that I figured out what they were up to. Again, it was a sick act, and I hate myself for letting myself be used to take advantage of Kyle, one of the nicest guys you’d ever want to know,” Duncan explained. While I wasn’t shocked, as we’d pretty much figured out Kyle was setup from the discussions we had with Kyle and Cam, it was still sickening to hear Duncan confess.
“Did you even know this Kenny guy at all before you recommended him?” I asked, wondering if he might have been given an indication this guy was no good. Duncan sighed.
“Well sort of. I wasn’t around him all that often, thankfully,” he replied, leaving it at that.
“Well how did you know him, ‘sort of’?” I asked. Duncan looked like he really didn’t want to talk about it. Again, he sighed, shaking his head. “Come on, Duncan, let’s get all this out, and get it off your chest. It’s time to come clean, just like it was time when you overdosed to get clean,” I told him. I could tell he still didn’t want to answer my question.
“Okay, he fucked me a few times with Spence and Simon. They didn’t mind watching their friends enjoy my ass. Kenny happened to be one of their friends that liked to dip his dick in boy ass,” he replied. I shook my head.
“Did you not think that’s what Kenny might have had in mind with Kyle to gain his trust?” I asked. Duncan was extremely uncomfortable now.
“I didn’t, at the time anyway. As time went on, it struck me as a possibility. Josh, I’m so sorry. I really am. Those assholes have used and abused me too many times. They’re horrible people. I keep telling them I’m done helping them do their dirty work, but they keep coming back, asking me if I really want to have those pictures released of me doing drugs and taking dick up my ass. What was I to do?” he asked.
“What you should have done was, do the right thing always. Take a hit one time and it’s over. They can’t keep coming back for more. Kids make mistakes all the time, then grow up, mature and change into responsible adults. That’s what you should have done, Duncan. You keep letting them come back for more. As long as you let them, they’ll keep coming back,” I told him, giving him a piece of my mind, disappointed in how weak Duncan really was. Duncan was really rattled now, and totally embarrassed.
Okay, you’re right. I get it, Josh. Don’t think this hasn’t been killing me, living with this hanging over my head all this time? I know, I should have done something, but remember it started with Simon and Spence, and now their dads, Hastings and Dickerson, own my balls. These guys don’t play nice at all,” Duncan reminded us.
“So, are you going to let this go on forever, or are you going to stand up for yourself and do something about it?” I had to ask. He got real quiet, then threw up his hands.
“What dan I do about any of it? It’s all water under the bridge,” Duncan replied.
“To you, maybe, but I think you know more about what happened between Dickerson and Hastings than you’ve fessed up to. You could help take them down. Sure, you might get embarrassed in the crossfire, but you’d do a great service to the community and the university, if you’d cooperate with the state AG’s office and help put them away,” I suggested. He put his head in his hands.
“What do I know about what they’ve done as far as illegal activities?” he asked, as if he didn’t know. I got pissed at this point.
“Duncan, listen to me. You want to play dumb, well that’s okay by us, but that will insure you go down with them, because the evidence we’ve uncovered shows you were deeply involved. You can either cooperate and help put those guys away, or, from what we’ve seen, you can go down with them without much trouble at all. If you don’t come clean right away, I can almost guarantee you, that’s going to happen,” I assured him. He got real nervous and concerned, almost breaking out in a sweat.
“Why do you think I was involved in anything Dickerson’s been accused off?” he asked.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I replied, sarcastically. “I know one hell of a lot about your basement meetings at Hasting’s home and your little trips to Chicago with them. Want to start there?” I asked.
“I am so fucked!” he shouted, somewhat exasperated. I smiled.
“Ah, pretty much, I’d say. Have you on the manifest of my airplane with Hastings and Dickerson on at least two occasions, you accompanying them to Chicago. Then there are a lot of emails going back and forth between you and them regarding meetings in Hasting’s basement. I just happen to have a guy in our group that has been in that basement. It was really interesting as to what he told me went on there. I can only imagine what you had to do for those two perverts,” I told his pale trembling face. I thought he was going to cry.
“Why me? Why the fuck me?” he almost shouted. “Why the hell did they have to pick on me?” he asked himself over and over.
“Because you were vulnerable and let them own you before. That’s why. You should have stood up to those assholes and not sold out to them,” I replied.
“Josh, you don’t understand. I had a terrible past with drugs and sex. Physically, I got through it, and I’m clean. They helped me get started in business and kicked me some clients from time to time, also some commission money to help me along,” he replied.
“Sure they did, plus kept your balls in their lockbox for doing so. You needed a clean break when you got sober. Hastings and Dickerson are in tight with Weinstein and Seward, Duncan. You admitted that to us. They control all the University building going on and got rich over all the projects. They needed a clean patsy to help them do their dirty work and separate themselves from the dirty guys, which is where you came in. You’re a nice clean, kind of respectable realtor, and you teach real estate classes at Uni here, so you have a decent image. I guess pissing on, and getting pissed on, wouldn’t help that image much, but a bank president and university president wouldn’t have that great an image either if it were widely known,” I told him. I really thought he was going to have a nervous breakdown. He was trembling all over.
“I didn’t deserve any of this. I’ve been fucked over forever, and I’m sick of it. I’m just sick of it,” he said, getting worked up and angry.
“Sure you are, so why don’t you man up and do something about it?” I asked, sternly.
“Josh, you don’t know these guys like I do. They don’t play nice. I could get killed, telling what I know. Not to even mention totally disgraced,” he replied concerned.
“If you don’t cooperate, they’re going to pin you as the guy that helped facilitate the payoff from Hastings to Dickerson, Duncan. Think about that. That’s worth a few years, at least, I’d think, in the state pen. Talk about humiliation and being destroyed, you’d never get a decent job again. But you might learn a new trade, like making license plates, while you got that cute ass of yours banged every night by some mean guy in prison that made you his bitch. Let’s see. What’s it going to be, state’s witness with immunity or bitch in prison? Do you think that’s a hard decision to make?” I asked. I thought he was going to cry.
“Okay, you win. I get your fucking point. FUCK! There’s just no win here at all,” he managed to stammer out. I just looked him in the eye.
“So, how did the money get transferred in Chicago?” I asked, not knowing if he knew anything about it, but taking a stab at it, hoping he’d enlighten us. He put his head down in his hands again and sighed.
“Okay, I’ll tell you, but you have to help me here, Josh. I need help to stay alive, I’m sure if I turn state’s witness. I’m fucked with knowing all the details,” he told me looking to me for some sort of offer to help him save his ass.
“I’m listening,” I replied, urging him to go on. He shook his head.
“Don’t let them fuck me over, Josh. I’ll tell you how it was done, but I really would like to keep my name out of it for my own protection. You have to understand, it’s not just my balls that are in trouble here. We’re talking full castration with my balls stuffed down my throat until I choke on them. That’s how ruthless some of the guys, Dickerson and Hastings know. You think I haven’t met some of the guys Simon and Spence did business with involving the drugs they’ve handled. You think their two out-of-town lawyers are just expensive lawyers? They’re high-priced lawyers for sure, but they’re connected to some of the most ruthless folks you’d never want to meet, trying to get their money back from the drugs that were seized when the boys were arrested. They get paid or the boys get castrated. Not that they don’t deserve castration. Hell, I’d like to castrate them myself, but I’m staying out of that fight. They’re not involved in Hastings and Duncan’s deal, but if they found out there’s money involved that might help settling the drug score, they’ll come after them and me. This thing is not a simple thing, guys. You need to know that. If I were you, I wouldn’t want to know anything about it, and stay as far away from this as you can get,” Duncan suggested.
“Duncan, you need to come clean on all this. You need to clear your name. If the truth comes out that Weinstein and Seward paid off Dickerson through Hastings, those thugs should go after them, not the bag guy,” I suggested. Duncan didn’t look so sure.
“You want to hear it? It’s your nuts too,” Duncan said, not that I believed him at the time. “I accompanied Hastings and Dickerson to Chicago, I guess on your plane, although we thought it was the University’s. Dickerson chalked it up to a business meeting, exploring financing for the new science building, although that had been worked out ages before. I was introduced to a banker there in Chicago, where I set up accounts for Dickerson, at the bequest of Hastings, who arranged for me to meet a banker there, and walked me through the process of opening up an account for Hastings and one for Dickerson. The banker was told that I would be bringing back a cashier’s check from W&S Construction written on Hasting’s FNB, to be deposited between the two accounts. The banker was to arrange for anonymous withdrawals as Hastings and Dickerson required at later dates. This bank was laundering the money for the two from Weinstein and Seward, supposedly it would never be able to be traced, or taxed for that matter, as it would come out of some sort of trust fund. I don’t know how it all worked exactly, just what my job in all this was. As you said, I was the bag man,” Duncan confessed.
“Did you go anywhere else other than the bank this fraudulent action was to take place?” I asked. “Any place else that we could verify the three of you were together in Chicago, so we could definitely say, with the plane manifest and someone identifying you as being in Chicago, unlike the bank which would totally deny ever having anything to do with you?” I asked. Duncan got real uneasy again. “So, you were somewhere someone has a record of you being there,” I stated. Again, Duncan was shook up.
“Fuck, whatever,” he said, giving up. “We went to a gay bathhouse, if you must know. They had to take our driver’s licenses there when we checked in. They have a record of us being there together, obviously,” Duncan said, throwing up his hands, as if he just completely bared his soul, and there was nothing else left to conceal.
“More golden showers, Duncan? Dickerson and Hastings couldn’t get enough of that in their basement?” I asked. Duncan shook his head.
“I almost wish, Josh. They made me get in a sling and let a string of guys fuck me while they jacked off and shot their loads all over me. They told me, they were sure I liked it because of the pictures they’d seen of me in my earlier days. That happened twice, both times we flew to Chicago. Damn, I hope we don’t have to admit that to anyone. I’m so ashamed,” Duncan confessed. Now, I felt a sorry for him. “Hey, at one time, I guessed I might have liked that kind of stuff, but when it became blackmail material, and I was forced to do it, all the fun disappeared from that kind of sex,” he explained.
“I understand completely, Duncan. Leaving out the weird sex, other than there was blackmail material, and the three of you did go to a gay bathhouse, are you willing to tell the AG’s office how this happened, and identify the bank and banker that handled the deal in Chicago?” I asked. He looked sick.
“I guess I’ll have to in order to save myself. And, as you said earlier, it’s the right thing to do. I’m going to get fired, and my real estate business might go to hell, but what the fuck. Maybe I can sleep at night again. I haven’t been able to sleep right for years, with all this shit hanging over my head,” he replied.
“Duncan, you’re being brave, courageous and doing the right thing when you spill this to the AG’s office. You will have restored our respect for you also. If you lose your job, we need more bartenders at the CNB, and maybe we can find you a great boyfriend to take care of those urges you have,” I teased.
“Fuck you, Josh. You were sounding great until you brought that up,” Duncan replied. I got up and hugged him.
“I meant it when I said you were being courageous and brave. I will do everything in my power to help restore your reputation and standing in the community, backing up your blackmail story, and hell, even hiring you, if need be, to keep you whole. I’m sure Kyle and Richards could use someone to handle the real estate matters they will be participating in with their company also, which should keep you busy there. With your support of putting Hastings and Dickerson away and exposing the truth, maybe the new president will keep you on in a teaching capacity also. The main thing is exposing these deviants for what they really are, corrupt individuals that need to pay for their defrauding the taxpayers of this state. Let me talk to my attorneys about how to approach the AG and offer up the knowledge you have to help their case. I think they should be able to get you an immunity deal for coming forth with significant information to help crack this case. I have a feeling they’d never find the money trail without the help you’d be giving them,” I told him.
“Thank you, Josh. You are a fair and just person for sure. You’re going to make one hell of a CEO for Stoney Enterprises. I admire you more than I can ever explain. You’re gold, and I’m just a piece of scum,” he said. I hugged him.
“If you do what needs to be done, and blow the lid off this case, you’re just as gold as any of us, Duncan, for doing the right thing, which is always the best thing you could ever do,” I told him. Duncan was in tears. “Sorry we messed up your class today. Don’t pull a pop quiz on us next class just to get even,” I chided. He halfway chuckled. “I’ll get back to you just as soon as I have some assurances you can be protected. You feel safe enough until that happens?” I asked.
“Hey, they’ve left me alone so far, Josh. I guess they figured, I’d never dare say a word about any of this, with what I had to reveal to you about me. I can’t believe I told you all the gross things I told you either, other than I feel a hell of a lot better getting it off my chest and coming clean,” he replied.
“Blake and I have the upmost respect for you doing just that, Duncan. Hang in there, and we’ll get back to you soon,” I assured him.
“Hey, if something were to happen to me, Josh, please don’t let them drag my reputation through the dirt. Wait, let me give you the banker’s name and the bank where this was done, so in case anything does happen to me, you guys can see this through to make sure these assholes are punished,” Duncan offered. He wrote down the information on a piece of paper, and handed it to me. I looked it over, then stuffed it in my jeans pocket. I hugged him again. I thought he was going to cry again, but he hung in there. Blake hugged him also. “Please don’t let any of my shit get on you guys. You don’t deserve any of that,” he pleaded. I smiled, telling him we were good.
Blake and I left feeling good about Duncan finally. Yes, he had been part of something nefarious, but against his will, being blackmailed by the scumbags that had tormented him most of his adult life. He trusted us to help him through this, hoping to rid himself of these assholes once and for all. After we were out of sight, I took out the piece of paper from my jeans with the name of the bank and banker in Chicago on it, and called Carson. I was surprised he picked up the phone as quick as he did.
“Hey, Josh, what can I do for you today?” he asked cheerfully. “Great meeting, by the way. I had more than a good time there at your resort also,” Carson added. I chuckled.
“It was great to see all of you there also, Carson. I have to say, it was mighty impressive to me and all the others,” I told him.
“You’re making me blush, you know,” he chided. I told him he should be blushing as we all enjoyed seeing him in and out of clothes. That made him laugh.
“Hey, do you know anything about this C&S Bank in Chicago?” I asked. Carson chuckled.
“What have you gotten yourself into now, Josh? Only the crooks use that bank. Please tell me you don’t need some money laundered or something,” Carons chided. “The rest of us legitimate financial institutions say that C&S stands for ‘Cheat and Steal’,” Carson replied, making me gulp.
“No, we’re still clean and will always remain that way. I’d lose the company and all our assets before I had to do something dirty and underhanded, unlike your predecessor,” I replied.
“Thank you for saying that, as that means the world and all to me. I can’t tell you how much that means to all of us that are involved with Stoney Enterprises. Speaking of C&S, that happens to be where our old friend Conrad is these days. I told you he signed on with a less than reputable financial institution, and that’s where he landed. Don’t understand why he went there, as he knows the Fed has been trying to investigate them forever, just waiting to find something on them to shut them down,” Carson explained.
“No shit. Well, that makes total sense. Know anyone at the Fed that wants some information on someone that’s trying to launder money through them?” I asked.
“Oh, Josh, just so happens as I’ve struck up a rather wonderful relationship with a rather senior official in the government that works in banking regulations and audits. We were just talking about C&S and how they’ve never been able to prove anything underhanded going on there, but they just know it is because of all the notorious clients the bank supposedly has, but seems to keep them shielded, much like the Swiss bankers do,” Carson explained.
“I’ve got a guy that was used, against his will, to set up some money laundering through that bank. I’m going to arrange for him to talk to our state attorney general’s office, but if you have a guy that already has an investigation pending, he might be interested in getting the information also,” I suggested. Carson told me he’d have the guy get in touch with me, and find out who he needed to talk to at the state AG’s office. “I appreciated that. Glad to know we’re on the right track. Going to be some embarrassed gentlemen here in the near future for sure, thanks to you, Carson,” I told him. He chuckled.
“Not half as embarrassing as it was for me to meet you naked last week at the PF,” he chided.
“Hey, that was great. You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about, Carson. Gave my cock a little tingle seeing you like that for sure,” I teased.
“Now I know you’re just being nice,” he replied. I told him I could be more than nice. “Okay, now you’re making my dick hard, Josh. You’re crazy,” Carson replied.
“I could do more than just make it hard, but we’ll leave it at that. You know I really appreciate you and everything you do for us. Send me your boyfriend’s name and contact information, and I’ll hand it over to the state AG. We’ll see where this goes,” I replied. He told me he always enjoyed talking to me anytime.
I filled Blake in on the conversation. Blake was as hopeful as I was, that we finally had something to go on. “Are you worried about Duncan’s safety?” Blake asked.
“I think we need to talk to Jordan and Nate about what we uncovered. We can fill Clay in also, as this proves his case and gives him the story of a lifetime, although he may have to sit on it until the AG says what and when he can report on it,” I told Blake. Blake agreed. “One thing is for sure. It’s about to get real interesting.”
