Behind the Lens (Behind the Lives) (24 page)

Ant
shook his head, his expression amused. “You’re the cutest little thing.”

Corey
turned back around. “Hey! I told ja to stop calling me cute, cos I’m
not
.
Cute is for pussies.” He lifted his pants and looked inside, then started
sniggering. “No pussy, just big balls. BIG baaaallls,” he said, lowering his
voice.

“Let
me see.”

Corey
looked up. “See what?”

“How
big your balls are.”

Corey
grinned. “Nope, cos you’ll feel bad that you can’t match up.”

Ant
laughed. “Okay, you’re not a cute little thing; you’re a cocky little thing.”

“My
cock ain’t li’l, and my thing ain’t a cock, no, my cock is li’l and my thing is
a cock, but my balls are
biiiiiiig
.”

Ant
patted Corey’s leg. “Sweetheart, time to get back to work.”

Corey
squinted at Ant, thinking the guy was looking more and more like Sledge. He sat
up and touched Ant’s face, wondering for a second whether Ant was Sledge, then
started laughing so hard he thought he was going to puke. “I touched you with
my f-f-finger, the one that went up my arse.” He tried to touch Ant’s face
again with the same finger, laughing louder when Ant smacked it away.

Ant
got off the bed and started taking more photos, which Corey thought was even
more hilarious. He turned onto his front and pulled down his boxers, flashing
Ant, then turned back, sniggering like he’d done when he’d mooned a bunch of
girls at sixteen. He’d stuck his fat arse out of the car window, thinking it
was the funniest thing until Sledge had tried to pull him back in, getting
Corey’s arse jammed in the window when he’d accidentally hit the wind-up
button.

Ant
took off out of the room, making Corey wonder where he’d gone. Corey started
singing, “Come back, come back, so you can see my crack...” His words petered
out as a rush of dizziness swamped him, draining all of his laughter away.
Feeling disorientated, he closed his eyes.

A
bang jolted him awake. He opened his eyes and looked up at Ant, who was
standing next to the bed, the guy’s form blurring as he made a clicking sound.
Corey rubbed his eyes then looked back at Ant, realising it was a camera making
the noise, or was it? Because Ant didn’t look like he was taking photos, plus
the camera was different, bigger, with a lens that stretched towards Corey, the
thick tube getting longeeeeer. No, it wasn’t the lens, it was the thing that
the lens was attached to. Corey reached for it.

Ant
stepped back. “Grab the bedcover, like you’re about to pull it down.”

Corey’s
gaze shifted to it, thinking it looked so much like water, but it couldn’t be
because the bed wasn’t wet. He tentatively touched it, then took a hold of it,
relieved that it was real. He did what Ant told him, pouting the way he’d seen
some porn stars do, then started cracking up, because it was so freaking
hilarious. Ant focused the camera lower, making Corey look down.

“Shit!”
Realising he’d pulled down his boxers along with the bedcover, Corey let go and
tried to grab the camera off Ant. “Delete it, delete it!”

Ant
moved out of his reach. “Don’t worry; you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.”

Corey
swung his legs over the side of the bed, the broken one making him almost fall
over. He righted himself. “Delete it!”

Ant
held up a hand. “Okay, just calm down, I’ll do it.”

Corey
watched intently as Ant fiddled with the camera.

“There,”
Ant said, “I’ve deleted the pictures.”

Corey
reached for the camera. “Lemme see.”

Ant
stepped back. “I’m not letting you touch a ten thousand dollar camera, and when
I say something’s done, it’s done.”

“Sorry,”
Corey said, Ant’s angry expression making him flinch.

Ant’s
face softened. “Don’t worry about it, now can we focus on the job?”

Corey
nodded, again apologising, after all it had been his fault, not Ant’s.

Ant
continued with the instructions, his voice now more commanding. “Place your
left arm behind your head, then turn your head towards it, make it look like
your kissing your arm, just not quite. You have the most gorgeous lips; I want
to play them up.”

Corey
lay back down, doing what he was told while trying his best to look sexy.

“Pucker
your lips more,” Ant instructed.

Corey
did it, then, unable to help himself, he started kissing his arm, pretending he
was pashing someone and adding in a few slurping sounds because it amused him.

Ant
laughed. “Looks like the pills have turned you into a clown.”

Corey
grinned up at him. “Nah, more like a kissing god.”

“I’m
very jealous of your arm then, because I’d love to be kissed like that.”

“Slurping
sounds included,” Corey said, his grin widening.

Ant
smiled. “Minus those.”

Corey
sniggered, then stopped as a rush hit him, again taking him by surprise. He
flung his head back and went stiff, every muscle straining while blood pumped
through him, aiming for his groin. Groaning, he closed his eyes, enjoying the
intense pleasure. Ant praised him, but it sounded distant, fading in and out,
like a TV program playing in the background. Corey blacked out then jerked awake,
his whole body jolting as a tremor ran through it. His eyes widened at the
bright colours dancing across his eyes. His breathing picked up along with his
heartbeat, the sound filling his ears. He put a hand in his boxers, desperate
to release the pressure down below.

“You’re
going to make me richer, sweetheart.”

Corey
turned his head towards the voice, jolting at the sight of Ant holding a crab.
It was clicking its pinchers at Corey, those beady eyes telling him it wanted
to bite him. Scared, Corey closed his eyes, knowing it couldn’t be real, that
it was like the spiders, not there, just in his imagination. He reopened his
eyes, relieved that the crab was gone. He smiled at Ant as the guy continued to
take pictures.

“That’s
lovely,” Ant said.

Corey
closed his eyes again, thinking the voice sounded like Sledge. More compliments
came his way making him certain it was Sledge. Corey put a hand back into his
boxers and started stroking his cock again; imagining it was Sledge doing it.

“Fuck
yeah,” Sledge said. “Keep doing that, you horny little thing.”

“I
love you, Sledge.”

“I
love you too, gorgeous. Now, just stay still so I can remove your boxers.”

Corey
kicked his head back. “Yeah, help me come, please. I’ll suck your dick after.”
Large hands pulled off his boxers.

“After
a few more pictures,” Sledge said.

“No,
I want you now.” Corey opened his eyes, jerking back at the sight of Ant. “What
the fuck?!” he said, his heart racing a mile a minute. He scampered up the bed,
pushing himself into the headrest.

“Calm
down, sweetheart,” Ant said, keeping his distance. “It’s just the Rs. I forget
they affect smaller people more. I probably should’ve only given you one, but
you’ll be fine, just take a deep breath and relax. I want to finish the job,
then we can have some fun.”

“Job?”
Corey said, confused, then looked down at his body, shocked that he was naked.
He pushed himself down the bed, reaching for the cover.

Ant
yanked it away, causing Corey to lunge for it, his torso falling over the side
of the bed. Ant pulled him back onto the bed, then kissed Corey, making him
freeze in shock. After a few seconds, Ant let go and resumed taking pictures,
like the kiss hadn’t happened. Corey touched his lips, wondering whether he’d
imagined it, because Ant didn’t look like he’d stopped taking photos.

“Roll
onto your stomach and spread your legs,” Ant said.

Corey
shook his head, not knowing what was real and what wasn’t, but regardless,
Ant’s words scared him, making him think of getting fucked. He didn’t want
that, not unless it was Sledge doing him.

“Come
on, Corey, you promised to give Ant some sugar.”

Corey
shook his head again.

Ant
picked up the paper from the cabinet and thrust it under Corey’s nose. “It says
here that you agreed to do everything I told you. Now, are you breaking the
contract? Because that can have serious implications.”

“But,
you didn’t tell me that when you read it out.”

“I
did
tell you, but I think you’re getting cold feet. Well, too bad, because if you
sign up for a job you have to complete it or you
will
get into trouble.”

“But
I don’t remember you reading that out.” Corey rubbed his forehead, feeling
confused, plus his stomach was starting to hurt. “I don’t feel so good; can you
take me home please?”
I want weed, I need weed—and Sledge.
His eyes
started to mist at the thought of Sledge. Would Sledge still be angry with him?

“There’s
no use crying,” Ant snapped, “and until you’ve finished the job, you’re not
going anywhere.”

“But
I don’t wanna!” Corey yelled. “My stomach hurts, take me home!”

Ant
leaned towards him, making Corey move his head back, the guy’s vicious
expression scaring him. “Do as you’re fucking told and spread your legs or I’ll
do it for you.”

“No!”

Ant
flipped Corey onto his stomach, making him yell out in surprise, then Ant
forced his legs apart, the movement sending pain up through the broken one.
“Stay still,” Ant growled, smacking Corey’s arse.

Corey
yelped. “You’re hurting me.”

“Then
do as you’re told or I’ll lose my patience and tie you to the bed.”

Corey
went still.

Ant
climbed onto the mattress behind him. “Good, that’s more like it. Now, just a
few more shots then we’ll finish up.”

Corey
squeezed his eyes shut, wishing for this to be all a dream. He breathed in,
holding his breath, and counted to ten, hearing the clicking crabs continue as
their little feet scurried over him, threatening to bite his flesh. One of them
pinched his arse, making him jolt again, then the crabs turned into spiders
swarming him. “Get them offa me!” He turned around and started swiping at them.

Ant
ran his hands up and down Corey’s body. “They’re all gone now, so lie back down
and sleep the Rs off.”

Relieved
that the biting had stopped, Corey closed his eyes, feeling like he was melting
into the soft bed as strong hands moved up to his shoulders, massaging them,
although his heart still pitter-pattered, occasionally skipping a beat.

“All
better,” Ant crooned.

Corey
nodded, wondering why he’d been upset earlier. His mind started fading, going
in and out of consciousness. He heard more clicking, which stopped almost
before it started, then something wet encased him below, relieving his sore
cock. Gasping, he flung his head back and came, intense pleasure taking over.
He blacked out, then jolted awake as he was turned onto his front.

“Lift
your stomach,” a deep voice rumbled, “so I can place a pillow underneath. It’ll
be more comfortable.”

Corey
did as he was told, the soft pillow making his stomach feel slightly better.
Something swished behind him, followed by the sound of things being dropped on
the floor. A drawer opened, then the bed went down a little, the voice saying
he was a good boy.

“Sledge?”

“Yes.”

He
relaxed again, then let out a yelp as something cold dripped onto his arse,
then a hand touched his—

A
rattling of a door caught his attention, then a voice screamed, “You bastard!”

Corey
turned over, seeing a flash of blond heading for the bed, Corey recognising
Tyler at the last second. He looked behind him as Tyler bashed into a... a
naked Ant? Ant rammed Tyler back, knocking him into the fake walls, which
crashed to the floor with Tyler and Ant going down with it. Tyler continued to
fight Ant, who grabbed Tyler’s hands and clamped them to the side.

“Let
go, you’re hurting me!” Tyler yelled.

“Then
stop attacking me.”

“I’ll
stop, just let go.”

Ant
pushed up off Tyler.

Tyler
grabbed his right arm and got to his feet, his breathing hiccupping, sounding
like he was trying not to cry. His eyes moved to Corey, his expression a
mixture of pain and anger. “Why, Corey? Why? You said you’re with Sledge,
that-that’s why you couldn’t be with me.”

“I
don’t understand.” Corey sat up and put his hands to his head, his stomach
lurching at the movement. He leaned over the bed ready to puke, but nothing
came out, so he flopped back onto the bed, wishing that Tyler would stop
shouting at him, because his head was racing and his stomach was travelling at
the same speed. “I don’t feel right, my head, my stomach, everything hurts.”

“You
bastard!” Tyler hollered at Ant. “What didja give him?”

“Only
Rs.”

“They’re
sex pills!”

“No,
they’re not.”