I went back through the curtain and took the seat at the console next to Maverick, rubbing his shoulder as I sat. I grinned. "Everything's great. You couldn't see from here, but he gave the finger wiggle signal." I went on to tell him what Larry had mouthed at the end.
Maverick laughed. "This is so much his kind of thing."
I moved my hand down to rub Maverick's back. "Honey, have you thought any more about what you want?"
Maverick shrugged. "The specifics aren't that important. I just want to put on the show."
"Yeah, but..." I saw movement on the monitor. The camera's field was wide enough to cover both the entry door and Larry's overstuffed chair. "Later."
Ted entered the dungeon, looking at Larry with anger and hurt.
Larry uncurled himself from the chair and leapt to his feet. "I am so sorry, Ed. You were right, you were right." He seemed on the edge of crying. He rushed over to Ted and threw his arms around him. "Please don't be mad."
Ted gently disentangled himself from Larry's embrace. "I've been doing a lot of thinking." The corner of his lip curled up. "Down by the river."
Larry seemed to suppress a little gasp. "Thinking about what?"
Ted turned away and clasped his hands behind his back, walking away.
I looked briefly at Maverick. "Staying with Larry?" I looked back at the monitor, and saw that Maverick had zoomed in on Larry's face. "Okay, yeah."
Maverick nodded. "I figure that's what Ted would want."
Ted cleared his throat and said softly, "Maybe we should see other people."
Larry's hands flew to his mouth. "Edward!!" He ran to Ted, burying his head against Ted's shoulder, his voice slightly muffled by it. "Please, please, no!" He looked up at Ted, his voice quavering. "It was just such a monster shoot. Cathy got behind with the shooting schedule, and we were doing these daytime scenes and nighttime scenes, and it seemed like there was never a break, and when there was a break I could only just fall into bed and... I know, I know, I'm just making excuses, I should have still been calling you. It was just..." Larry brushed some tears away, sniffling. "Remember, in high school, when we said we'd always be together, we'd always be there for each other? I guess I thought... I figured you'd always be there for me, and I wasn't thinking about how I wasn't being there for you. But I will be, I always will be!" He was openly crying now. "Look, I can stop working for awhile. I'll tell Johnson not to send me any scripts." Johnson was Zeke's agent.
Ted shook his head. "That's not enough. Even when you're home, you're always on the phone, doing interviews, ordering clothes. I need to know what we are to each other." He glared at Larry, I realized that this facial expression required no acting skill on Ted's part. He only had to remember how much he hated Zeke. "I need you to show me what we are to each other. If you love me, prove it." His eyes narrowed. "Or else this game is over."
I grinned and shook my head, impressed. That was twice, now. Remaining in character, while obliquely reminding "Zeke" of what would happen to his body if his performance wasn't satisfactory, required an amount of ingenuity that probably helped explain why Ted had become so rich. As for the direction his fantasy was taking, it wasn't at all surprising. From the moment Ted had described to "Zeke" what their relationship would be in this pretend world, I'd been sure it wouldn't turn out to be a healthy one.
Larry dropped to his knees, looking up at Ted desperately. "Ed! I know I've been screwing up. No more excuses, okay? I'll make it the way it was. Remember? Remember what we promised each other? I've been breaking the promises. But if you knew how much I love you, you'd give me another chance. Okay? Okay? I can make it right. I will!"
Ted looked down at him. "Not a great start. So far I'm just hearing words. More promises."
Larry jumped back up to his feet. "Okay! No more words, no more words. Except... I love you." He put his hands on Ted's waist and kissed his cheek — a modest beginning to a love scene, but the lingering kiss turned into light licking. Larry's tongue darted out playfully, just flicking at Ted's cheek and then moving lower, moving slowly along Ted's neck now, leaving long shiny streaks. The first licks were experimental, intended to gauge Ted's reaction and arousal level. Ted's body told Larry where to go from there, and would continue telling him.
No expertise was needed to see what sort of effect the opening was having on Ted. His hands were shaking, his eyes closed, his breath passing in and out deeply through his wide-open mouth. He was moaning softly.
Larry continued licking and kissing Ted's throat, and his hands started playing with the loose waistband of Ted's sweatshirt. Moaning himself, he slowly began raising it, pausing in his oral play only long enough to lift the sweatshirt up past Ted's head and up his upraised arms. He bent down and started kissing Ted's nipples.
Ted's eyes were open now, so dilated that I couldn't see what color they were, even with the camera on close-up. I was breathing almost as hard as Ted was. Shakily, Ted lifted Larry's shirt and helped him out of it, adding it to the growing pile. Larry held Ted closer now, his bare chest pressed against Ted's, and at last kissed his lips — softly at first, gently nibbling, then both pressing their mouths harder together in increasing passion. Ted's eyes were still open, seeking constant visual evidence that it was Zeke caressing him, kissing him, making love to him.
Each was fumbling with the other's clothing again, Larry unzipping Ted's pants while Ted was pulling down Larry's slacks and boxers. I smiled. This might be the last time we'll see Larry in those or any other clothes. After all that time we spent figuring out what he should wear.
Maverick muttered "Bottom," and I nodded. It was student terminology for a customer who wanted the Academy Boy to take charge of the sexual play, to be the aggressor.
With both of them naked now, other than the metalware around Larry's wrists, ankles, and neck, Ted with his back to the bed, Larry began slowly walking him in that direction, still giving Ted's face and lips quick wet kisses, his arms around Ted's waist, his hands wandering up and down Ted's back and caressing his buttocks. As the backs of Ted's legs contacted the bed, Larry pushed him gently back and helped ease him onto the bed, lying on top of him and moving sensuously. Ted quickly wrapped his arms and legs around Larry, caressing him, squeezing him. Larry reached around Ted's upraised thigh and cupped his buttock with his palm, as both rocked their hips in growing excitement. From long experience, I knew that Larry was gradually inserting his index finger into Ted's tailhole, not far enough to hit the prostate, just teasing Ted to get him more aroused — if such a thing be possible. His other hand cupped the back of Ted's head, kissing him more passionately than ever, pushing his tongue deep into Ted's mouth, but softening the kiss shortly after, his lips just brushing Ted's and lightly nibbling, letting Ted concentrate on the sensations in his cock. He rubbed his nose gently against Ted's, their eyes inches apart, knowing that Ted wanted to keep seeing his face, while repeating in a soft voice husky with passion, "I love you, Ed... I love you, Ed...", in time with Ted's moans.
It looked if some internal struggle were going on inside Ted, as an expression of total bliss alternated with a fierce grin. The struggle, I thought, was a sign of how perfectly Larry was doing his job. Within Ted, the teenager with a wild crush on Zeke surfaced at intervals, almost delirious with joy that his most fervent fantasy had come to pass. Then the other Ted would come forward, the one who had despised Zeke for years, with an intensity equal to his former admiration, now basking in the pleasure of bringing the object of his hatred to the ultimate humiliation, forcing Zeke to feign passion that he didn't feel for males, least of all a male he had treated with such contempt and now barely remembered.
In the tumult of Ted's mind there was no room for a third level of consciousness right now, for recalling that neither of these events was really happening, that "Zeke" was Larry, a boy he had bought to bring these fantasies to life. For the time being, Academy Boy Larry was not on Ted's mental map.
And then the door giving Ted access to any conscious thought at all was gradually closed and locked, leaving him only his physical sensations. His moans came faster, louder. Using his saliva as lubricant, Larry clasped Ted's cock between his thighs. He started squeezing it, then shifting his thighs back and forth to roll it between them. He moved slowly at first, but when Ted started begging, "Yes! Please! Please!", he sped up. Every muscle of Ted's body stood taut as if he were a drawing in one of my anatomy texts, but shaking with tension where the drawings were still. At last he threw his head back against the pillow and screamed as he spurted again and again.
I grinned. "Oh, my. He spurted over 2 feet straight up. If he'd been at an angle, he would have gotten Larry's headfur."
Maverick laughed. "Great. Can't wait to see Larry give him oral."
Ted and Larry had been lying on the bed motionless, in a tangle of arms and legs, long enough that I thought they must both be asleep. I wondered whether Maverick and I might take a break as well, but Ted suddenly stirred. It was clear that Larry had been ready for any movement, as he roused himself instantly and covered Ted's mouth with his.
Ted broke off the kiss. "You hungry?"
Larry looked a little startled. "Sure."
Ted stroked Larry's side. "You stay here. I'll get us something." He gave Larry one more kiss, then arose, went to the door to the anteroom and opened it, and disappeared through it.
I hadn't been expecting this. "Think he's gone back to the house?"
Maverick shook his head. "Doubt it. Remember there's a fridge and stuff out there."
I nodded. I'd been hoping for a chance to come out and spend some time with Larry. Maybe later.
A few minutes later Ted returned, awkwardly maneuvering a heavily-laden tray through the doorway, kicking the door closed behind him. Atop the tray were a pitcher and glasses, and two large bowls. One of the bowls was steaming slightly, and appeared to contain a variety of vegetables, mixed with lunchmeat — I could see brocolli and sliced carrots, at least. Presumably the mixture was just out of the microwave. The other bowl looked to be full of fruits, chopped up into bit-sized cubes. He set the tray on the dining table, and Larry arose cautiously from the bed and approached the table. As Ted seemed to have no objection to the movement, Larry took one of the chairs beside the table, smiling. He closed his eyes and leaned closer to the meat-and-veggies bowl, inhaling the aroma, smiling. "I didn't even know how hungry I was. That smells great."
Ted took a seat of his own and leaned on the table with crossed forearms. "I was just thinking... You know what we haven't done for such a long time?"
Larry leaned toward him and kissed him. "What's that, honey?"
Ted's smile widened. "Remember how you used to feed me when we ate? Mouth to mouth. I always thought that was so romantic."
Larry's face lit up. "I want to do all the romantic things with you. I want it to be like it was when we first met, and I knew, I knew, I was going to be with you for the rest of my life." He kissed Ted again, stroking his headfur softly.
Ted leaned back, grinning. "Okay, then." He stood up suddenly, startling Larry again, and moved over to the overstuffed chair, plopping down on the thick cushion and draping his arms along the chair's arms. "Bring it over here then, darling."
Larry hesitated only briefly. It seemed obvious what Ted wanted. Larry picked up the tray and carried it over to the chair, and set it on the book table beside the chair.
Smiling, Larry knelt on the chair's cushion, facing Ted and his legs. He reached into the bowl, picked up a slice of carrot, and put it in his mouth. He leaned forward so that his cock pressed against Ted's, his hands flat on Ted's waist and lightly stroking his skin. He kissed Ted with his mouth open, and pushed the carrot into Ted's mouth with his tongue. As Ted chewed and swallowed, Larry picked a carrot out for himself and ate it, then continued feeding Ted with a slice of pineapple from the fruit bowl.
Larry now poured a glass of milk. He took a healthy draft of the milk, leaned over Ted, and kissed him again, letting the milk run down into Ted's mouth. A small dribble of it ran down from the corner of Ted's lip, and Larry lapped up the trail of it along Ted's cheek, as well as the small stream of it that had dripped onto Ted's chest.
Eventually, with the bowls at last empty, the oral transfer of food gave way to longer kisses, with Larry rubbing the front of his body more urgently against Ted's, rolling his hips in time with similar movements of Ted's, and working Ted's cock into his tailhole, his tongue thrust deep into Ted's mouth, their moans echoing inside it. At last Ted shuddered, screamed and filled Larry's hole with semen. Larry sighed with pleasure and gazed into Ted's eyes.
I reached blindly for Maverick's hand, and found it already rubbing my cock. I sighed out a long-held breath through my open mouth. "Larry hasn't had a chance to come yet. If he was really Zeke, I don't imagine Ted would let him. I hope at least part of Ted remembers it's Larry."
Maverick, his wide eyes glued to the screen, nodded. "Hope so too. Ted really owes him one."
"Least he let Larry eat something."
"Good sign."
I realized my attention was wandering again, and snapped it back to the screen. Of course, Maverick was on duty as well, and Bill in the other room. But I didn't want it to be my fault if there was any flaw in the permanent record of Larry's great final performance.
There hadn't been much movement in awhile. Larry, taking advantage of the big overstuffed chair, had moved to sit beside Ted. Larry had his legs wrapped around Ted's waist, his cock pressed against Ted's hip. He was playing idly with Ted, running his hands along Ted's ribs, caressing the fur near his nipples. He would give Ted's shoulder a kiss from time to time, but mostly kept his eyes on Ted's. Ted's eyes would open occasionally, and whenever he did, he would see Zeke's face to remind him who was fondling him .
Larry was horny — not only was he fully erect, but there were drops of precum forming at his cock-tip. But Larry was determined to avoid coming until he had some sort of permission from Ted. He was using the time between lovemaking sessions to paint Ted's fantasy in brighter, clearer colors, speaking in a soft, dreamy voice that was nevertheless clear enough for the microphone to pick up.
"I love remembering when we first got together. In school. Everybody thought I was such hot shit." He chuckled, then grew serious again. "Most of them were afraid of me. Or at least nervous. But you seemed so... confident. Confident that we'd be good friends. You always talked to me like a real person. I felt like I was special to you — and not the same way as everybody else. It was like... I was special to you as a person, not as some bigger than life celebrity up on a pedestal."
Larry seemed to be making this up on the fly. We hadn't talked about this beforehand. None of the boys, not even Larry, had known Ted would force a Zeke-in-love-with-Edward scenario. Now Larry was tweaking what he knew about Ted and Zeke in high school, taking the history of their relationship from that point in a different direction from the one it had actually taken.
"You just... filled such a big hole for me. Everybody was so artificial around me, all the movie people, all the kids at school, everybody, everywhere I went. Except you. You were so real. And I knew I just had to have you in my life, always." Larry paused in his storytelling to give Ted a tighter squeeze, kissing his shoulder again.
"It got so hard after that, with you in college, and me mostly away. Getting the bigger parts, where I had to be on location for weeks instead of a couple of days. I just would have gone crazy if I couldn't talk to you on the phone every night." He chuckled again. "I don't know when you had a chance to get your homework done. I'm sorry, I just needed you so much."
He squeezed Ted again. "I still do! More than ever! I know I wasn't acting like it, and I'm so, so sorry."
Larry suddenly sat upright, with a big grin. "Ed! I just thought! You know what else we haven't done for a long time?"
Ted, bemused, said, "What's that?"
Larry laughed. "Take a bath together! Remember when we used to do that all the time?" He leaned into Ted and kissed his throat, and went on in a seductive voice, "And afterwards it felt so nice making love in the bed, with our fur feeling so fresh and clean."
As soon as Ted smiled, Larry disentangled himself and jumped out of the chair. "Let me go start the water running. Then we can cuddle some more while we're waiting for it to fill." He dashed into the small bathroom off the main room, and moments later the sound of running water could be heard.
I smiled suddenly; that had been an easy call for Larry. Obviously Ted had planned on something like that — the fact that he'd put a tub in the bathroom to begin with made it clear. I gasped. "Oh! Honey, is there a camera in there? There must be. Do you see a control for it?"
Maverick swept his eyes over the panel. "Shit, where would it... Oh! Got it." He flipped a switch, and the monitor suddenly showed the interior of the bathroom. Maverick had to turn the camera, but quickly found Larry, picking out some bath salts and pouring them out into the already steaming water. He stopped off at the toilet and relieved himself. I felt better, I hadn't been sure if he would be allowed the opportunity. Larry finished up and ran back out into the main room, curling himself into his former position in the chair for a little more kissing time with Ted; Maverick switched back to the main camera.
The tub was full a few minutes later, and Larry led Ted to it. He chuckled. "I feel like it's all new again. The way it was when we first got together." He turned off the water, testing the temperature with his fingers, and climbed in carefully, sinking slowly into the warm water.
The metal cuffs were waterproof, I recalled. The electronics were sealed within — the electrodes in contact with his skin were safe in the water as long as they weren't charged.
Larry reached up his hand to Ted, smiling. In return Ted gave him a mischievous grin, and sat with his thighs perched on the side of the tub, his butt overhanging, stroking Larry's headfur as if fondly — then gave a stage gasp, pretending horror, and exclaimed, "Oh, no, I thought I could hold it... all that running water, I guess," and let go with a stream of urine that arced into the water over Larry's lap. Ted managed to splash it from Larry's belly all the way up to his neck, with a few drops splashing as far as his chin.
Ted held both hands to his face, and said, in a sing-song voice of fake sincerity, "I am SO sorry, Zeke dear! I really should have taken care of that earlier. Now I don't want to get it all over the floor." The stream of pee continued.
I struggled to stifle my laughter at the expression on Larry's face — Larry just hadn't seen this coming at all, and he stared open-mouthed as the yellow cloud of urine spread out and surrounded him. It was a tribute to Larry's preparation, immersing himself for two months in every detail of Zeke's life and personality, that he was able to react as Zeke here. Larry's jaw clenched in obvious internal fury, yet he bit back the shout of anger that would come from a normal Zeke, because Larry was a Zeke terrified by Ted's power over him. Zeke had to maintain the character of Zeke-who-adored-Ted at all costs, or risk the loss of every prey's birthright: to have his fur worn by others. Breathing fast and hard, he stammered, "It's, it's... it's okay, darling, really. We can just empty the tub... start over..." He stood, the urine-soaked bathwater running down his body, and reached back down into it, grimacing at the further contact, to pull the plug.
Ted, done peeing at last, stood beside the tub. "We can just go snuggle a little more while it's filling."
"S-sure. Just makes... the anticipation makes it more fun. I'll just rinse out the tub and... myself, and I'll be back out there in a few minutes."
Maverick stayed with the bathroom cam as Larry wiped down the sides of the drained tub and splashed some running water over the surface, keeping his face turned away from the camera. I knew Larry was finding the situation funny in a way Zeke never would, and was avoiding the camera while he got his expression back under control.
Larry spent a few minutes in the adjacent shower stall (big enough for two), toweled off and rejoined Ted in the main room.
Maverick, still working the controls, grinned. "We've got to see if we can get our own copy of this video."
I laughed softly. "Pretty doubtful, but we can try."
The bath proceeded without further unpleasantness. Ted seemed content with the spectacle of Zeke forced to act as an attentive lover in an intimate setting. They washed each other with soapy sponges but a mutual giggling fit interrupted as they tried to splash each other with water squirted out between their palms, and more often by long kisses as they held each other close, Larry's wet cock slipping against Ted's.
The water eventually turned cold, and they emerged from the tub. Larry dried himself and then volunteered to dry Ted ("I always loved doing that"). Then they returned to the main room, holding hands and bumping up giggling against each other.
Larry pulled Ted directly to the bed, breathing softly "Your skin feels so good, I want you so much, I love you Ed..." as they fell side by side facing each other and Larry pulled Ted toward him. I smiled at the way Ted's eyes lit up when Larry suggested, "Let's do that thing where we try to keep each other close to the edge as long as we can without going over." I had done that with Larry often enough to know he was one of the best.
I looked at the clock in the console, and blinked. It was 10 pm. I hadn't realized so much time had gone by. I rubbed Maverick's arm. "Why don't you get some sleep, hon? I don't think they're going to move much from there. I'll get you up around 2 or so."
Maverick grinned and kissed me, standing and stretching. "If anything really neat happens before then, call me." He retreated to the back of the room, stripped off his uniform and got in the shower. He opened the fridge afterwards, and called out, "Sandwich, sweety?"
I giggled. "Oh, I guess we did kind of miss dinner. I just got so absorbed watching. Thanks, yeah. Could you make me a roast beef sandwich, with mustard? And soda. Oh, see if there's any chips in the cupboard, or something like that."
"Sure."
Minutes later we sat side by side, snacking and watching the screen. Ted and Larry were holding each other tightly, each with the top of his right thigh rubbing against the other's cock, hips twitching slightly, holding a continuous kiss, each moaning softly from time to time.
After our dinner, I kissed Maverick, somewhat longer than usual. Then I rubbed his back. "Night, hon. I promise, anything fun happens I'll let you know."
Ted and Larry managed to hold off their orgasms for about an hour, but at last their energy levels picked up and it was obvious that they couldn't last much longer. Ted's moans came louder and faster, and at last he let go his customary scream. I clasped my fists and whispered, "All right!" when I saw that Larry had come as well. I mentally apologized to Maverick. It had all happened too quickly to let him know.
Ted and Larry lay together motionless now, still holding each other but apparently drifting to sleep. I picked up the cell phone and gave Bill a call, telling him Maverick and I would trade off watching through the night, so he could get some sleep.
I looked back toward Maverick. Thinking about how right, how perfect this ending was for Larry brought me back to thoughts about Maverick's demise. I knew what kind of show I wanted for myself, but I was starting to think of Maverick as a bit of a problem. I wanted a hanging for Maverick that would stand out, the sort of ending that a talent as special as Maverick's deserved. That Maverick himself seemed to have no particular preferences was beginning to bother me. He can't just have an ordinary show, I thought again and again. But I couldn't quite visualize exactly what sort of show would both make Maverick happy and also tell everyone watching that they were witnessing something unique.
The most frustrating thing was that I constantly had that tip-of-the-tongue sensation telling me that I knew the answer, that it was in the back of my mind where I just couldn't quite see it. Every time I thought about the subject, I felt as though I came that close to a revelation that would make it all come clear. I could even feel the "Yes, that's it, that's it!" starting in my head, the celebration of the brilliant solution then aborted when I realized that the idea hadn't materialized.
And I knew it wouldn't do any good to solicit thoughts on the subject from Maverick.
My attention wandered several times, and I had to slap myself to wake up
At 2 am, I went over to the bed, leaned over it and kissed Maverick awake. "Nothing going on, hon. Call me about... six, or so. I'm pretty sure they'll sleep at least until then."
Maverick rubbed his eyes and grinned sleepily. He moved over to the console and told me, "I'll let you know if they don't."
"Thanks."
I took a quick shower. It felt odd showering without Maverick when Maverick was just a few feet away. Sighing with exhaustion, I crept into the bed. I was asleep within minutes.