Chapter 12
During the following two weeks, things moved quickly. Joey's friends came up with all the proof needed to convince us that Hal Corman was indeed carving out a second career for himself as a pimp-at the expense and suffering of several "Hotline" members. When Joey had shown Sherry and me certain pictures and played us a number of secretly recorded tapes, we were nauseated and appalled. We were ready to do almost anything to "The Snake."
But Joey had convinced us that what Hal needed was to be subjected to the same degree of personal humiliation and degradation which he had inflicted on our young friends.
The key to the plan lay in Hal's own character: his fear of his own latent homosexuality and his incredibly sadistic desire to dominate and humiliate young women.
The plan itself was worked out by Sherry's lover from New Orleans, Frank Malpaso. He had arrived in Los Angeles about a week ago and had managed to find out where Sherry was living. She had filled him in on the life she had been living and told him all about our problem with Hal Corman. He promised to help out in any way he could. He met secretly with Joey several rimes and then Malpaso had come up with a plan which was to be carried out tonight-at Honey's mansion.
I'd told Sherry how happy I was that she and Frank had been reunited and asked to meet him. For some reason Sherry begged me to wait until things were "completely ironed out" before she introduced me to her older lover. I was a bit puzzled by her behavior, but Sherry usually had good reasons for the way she acted, so I didn't push the issue. But tonight I would, get to meet the mysterious Frank Malpaso, because he would be at the mansion to supervise the "little surprise" he and Joey had worked out for Hal Corman.
Honey still hadn't been told anything about Corman's trip. We'd told her that we had a little "surprise" for the entire "hotline" family and, without questioning us too closely, promised to have everything on hand at the mansion at nine o'clock tonight.
At exactly half past eight, there was a knock at my bedroom door. I was in the middle of squirming my way into a pair of skin-tight jeans. "Come on in," I said, wriggling my ass so that I could get the jeans on with a minimum of effort. I giggled as I watched my pointy-nippled tits bob and sway back and forth as I hiked the jeans up over my hard little ass. The door opened and Joey and Sherry walked in just as I pulled a thin little tee-shirt down over my quivering boobs.
"Everything's set down in the wine cellar," Joey said confidently. "Frank's down there now testing out the equipment."
"Great," I said. I turned to face Sherry. "So I'm finally going to meet your man," I said enthusiastically.
Sherry shot what seemed to be a rather strange look my way. She shook her head. "He'll be wearing a mask," she replied softly. "When it's all over-you'll get to meet him." A sly sort of smile passed across her face. "But he's very anxious to meet you, too. I've told him all about what a dynamite person you are-and how you're my closest friend."
I smiled. "It'll no doubt be worth the wait," I said. Sherry just smiled and nodded her head.
Joey looked at his watch. "Everybody should be down there by now," he said. "I think we should ... ah ... join the party." He grinned widely and a bit wickedly. "It's just about time for Hal Corman to pay some long-standing dues." Sherry and I grinned and followed Joey out of the room and down the hall to the stairs which lead to Honey's prized wine cellar.
When Joey and Sherry had told me that Hal's little "surprise" was going to take place in the wine cellar, I had shuddered a bit in anticipation. I'd only been down there once-but it was enough. Honey didn't just keep her vintage wines in the slightly damp cellar. She had had it designed and outfitted to duplicate-in uncanny detail-a medieval torture chamber. Although it was really for show, the weird, creepy and downright eerie "dungeon" was full of strange equipment which Honey had once assured me "... worked like the real thing."
The cellar contained a massive wooden bed which featured hand and foot bindings made of leather, and a mechanism which could turn the bed into a rack-like torture tool. The concrete walls had a myriad of chains and other creepy instruments of medieval "persuasion" imbedded in them.
As Joey, Sherry and I made our way down the dark stairway, I wondered just what was going to be used on Hal Corman. Nothing could be too severe for such a sadistic weirdo, I thought to myself, as we opened the massive oak door at the bottom of the stairs which lead directly into the cellar.
I blinked several times as we entered the large chamber. Dozens of large candles in carved wooden holders cast strange, ghostly beams of light throughout the room. The smell of pot filled the dank air and, as my eyes roamed quickly around, I could see that Honey, Hal, Barbara, Lolly, Brian and all the other younger members of the "Hotline" were standing around near the massive bed, rapping and passing joints around. "Where's Frank?" I whispered to Sherry. The beautiful redhead put a finger to her lips and shook her head.
"Don't worry, babe," said Joey in a low voice, "He's here."
As we approached the group, we were greeted with smiles, kisses-and "bomber" joints which Honey preferred. "Well, what's the big surprise?" chuckled an obviously very high Honey.
An equally stoned Hal Corman grinned and chimed in. "I heard that this little gathering was in my honor," he said in a slurred voice. "What's the occasion?"
Sherry walked over to Hal, ran her hand down over his bulging jean-covered crotch, and kissed him full on the mouth. "We decided to celebrate your anniversary as a member of Honey's Hotline family," she purred.
"Anniversary?" laughed Hal, "it hasn't been a year-only about six months."
"It's been exactly six months, Hal old buddy," grinned Joey, "and we figured-what the hell! That calls for some kind of special little surprise."
Everybody laughed, whistled and cheered, including Honey and Hal. "That's cool with me," said Hal. "I'm game for anything!"
"Glad to hear that, baby," cooed Sherry in the stud's ear, "because we've got a few dynamite games up our sleeve, haven't we, gang?" Everybody, with the exception of a perplexed Honey and a stupidly grinning Hal, whistled and cheered.
"Let the party begin!" I shouted, and everybody quickly began peeling out of their clothes.
Honey immediately followed suit, but Hal hesitated for a second. "I get it," he chuckled egotistically. "You're all gonna fuck my brains out!"
"Something like that," I muttered, and watched as the stoned young stud quickly and clumsily stripped. I winked at Honey who grinned back at me. She obviously knew nothing of our plans, but she simply assumed that a good time was going to be had by all.
"Prepare the new member for the first stage of the initiation!" Joseph yelled.
Instantly Sherry, Barbara, Lolly and the other young female members grabbed Hal and carried him bodily to the giant, sinister-looking bed. "Rape! Rape!" yelled Hal in mock-fear. But he didn't put up any struggle as the swarm of naked young women carefully deposited him on the bed.
While Barbara and a young girl named Pam kissed and stroked Hal's huge cock-to his obvious delight-Sherry, Lolly and two other girls quickly trapped Hal's hands and feet in the leather bindings. Before the stud had a chance to react, he was firmly bound in a spread-eagle position on the medieval bed. But the effect of the pot and the loving lavished on his giant cock obviously counteracted any fleeting fear he might have felt at being bound up.
"You don't have to tie me down to fuck me!" Hal chuckled. "I'm the easiest lay in town!" His tone and words indicated that I was right! He really thought that the whole trip going down was just a lot of harmless fun.
Joseph clapped his hands three times and the girls stopped fooling around with Hal's cock and everybody gathered around the bed. With a reassuring wink at Honey (who really looked puzzled), Joseph produced a black silk blindfold and held it up for all to see. Then he looked directly at Hal. "Okay, old stud. It's time to play 'Who's Sucking My Cock?" he chuckled. "You're gonna love this part of the initiation."
Hal just grinned as Joey bent over him and firmly tied the blindfold in place. "Do I get a prize if I guess right?" laughed Ha.
"You better believe it," said Sherry with a tinge of sarcasm in her voice. Her tone of voice was lost on Hal, but not on Honey. The Hotline leader walked over to me and whispered:
'I've got the feeling that this isn't all as innocent as it looks. What's happening?" I looked at Joey and Sherry. They both nodded.
Joseph addressed the group in a firm voice: "I want absolute silence while preparations are made." The people in the room nodded their assent and Joseph beckoned Honey, Sherry and me to follow him into an adjoining room just off the main chamber.
Once inside, Joseph removed a slim briefcase from behind a wine rack and took out a bunch of photographs which he silently handed to Honey. The three of us watched as she looked them over-her mouth dropping open and her breath coming in ragged gulps. It was plain to see that even the liberal, free-living Honey was incredibly shocked by what she saw. The pictures showed several young members of her Hotline family in various degrading sexual situations with a number of strange men.
"Where the hell did you get these and what does it all mean?" Honey finally asked in a choked whisper. Joey quickly filled her in on what we'd found out about Hal Corman and his sick activities with the young Hotline members. "I just can't believe that he was into such a disgusting trip," Honey said slowly with amazement and revulsion. "It just can't be true."
Joseph looked long and hard at Honey and then whistled softly. Suddenly, with a catlike grace, an older man wearing a hood-like mask emerged from the shadows. He was carrying a small tape recorder and a Polaroid camera.
"Honey, meet Frank Malpaso," said Sherry with a grim smile. "He's got something to play you which will totally convince you as to the truth of what Hal's been up to."
The mysterious Malpaso didn't say a word, but simply turned on the recorder and, with the volume control turned down low, put it up to Honey's ear. We all stood there as Hal's voice emanated from the machine-a boastful, arrogant voice which described, in detail, the perverted ways in which he had seduced and enslaved the younger members of Honey's "family" and used them for his own revolting ends. Honey's eyes went cold and her jaw twitched as she tried to control the anger and outrage which was building inside her. Her hands were balled up into tight fists, and she was obviously fighting to control herself. Finally the tape was finished. Honey looked at us: "What do we do about it?" she hissed between clenched teeth.
"We're going to make Hal pay some heavy dues," said Sherry quietly, while the rest of us nodded.
"Anything is fine with me," Honey replied.
Honey, Sherry, Joseph and I followed Frank Malpaso back into the main room where everybody was still standing silently around the bed. "When does the fucking show begin?" chuckled Hal. "I'm ready for some action!"
"I think you're about to get some, babe," Honey purred in a voice as cold as ice. "Am I right, gang?" There were ugly murmurs of agreement from those of us standing around the prone Hal Corman. For the first time it seemed to dawn on the sadistic young dude that something heavier than he expected was going down.
"I thought we were gonna play a little game-an initiation," he said a bit nervously.
"We are. We are. There's no rush, Hal," said Joseph.
Then Joey motioned to the hooded Frank Malpaso who placed the tape recorder at the head of the bed and turned it on. Hal's vicious, arrogant voice poured out of the little machine and we all watched silently as Hal himself went rigid as he realized just what he was listening to. After a few moments he began struggling wildly against the leather bindings-but to no avail. Malpaso reached down and removed the blindfold. Hal's eyes darted about-large, dilated and filled with fear and apprehension. "Shut that fucking thing off!" he screamed. "Let me out of here!"
Malpaso switched off the machine and the room was suddenly completely silent except for the frightened panting of the trapped Corman. "I can explain everything," he started to say, but Joey silenced him with a cold glare.
"There's nothing to explain, Corman," Joey said calmly, but coldly. "We all know the truth and now it's time for the reckoning."
Hal's baby face was contorted with fear. "You're gonna kill me, for God's sake! I know it! You fucking maniacs are gonna waste me!"
"Shut up!" Joseph ordered and Hal fell silent. "We're not gonna kill you, but you might wish we had when we get finished with you," Joey said. Hal's eyes bugged out of his sockets as he looked from one of us to the other and saw only hatred and revulsion on our faces.
"I said we were going to play a little game with that great big cock of yours-and I wasn't lying," said Joseph, nodding to Barbara and the other young members of the family.
Then, while Hal looked on in mounting agitation, the girls crawled up on the bed, one by one. Barbara was first. The pretty little blonde crept up over Hal's prone body and quickly raked her nails down his chest. Hal cursed, but bit his lip to keep from yelling out in pain. Then Barb eased her way down to where Hal's limp dick lay across his thigh. She took it her into her mouth. She sucked the giant, purplish corona and then took as much of its length as she could into her soft, wet mouth.
Even though Hal was in a state of mental agitation and fear, his cock responded quickly to Barb's sensitive mouth and tongue. Within a couple of minutes Hal's tool was fully erect-the giant log standing out away from his crotch. Then, with a quick, determined motion, Barb took his cock into her mouth once again and, a look of pure hatred in her eyes, bit down on it as hard as she could. Hal let out a scream of pain and his body jerked against the leather restraints. With a cold smile, Barbara climbed down off the bed and stood beside me, Honey and the others.
A second girl, Pam, climbed up on the bed and repeated the same procedure Barb had just completed. Again Corman screamed out his agony. Before climbing down from the bed, Pam looked Hal straight in the eye: "You're a fucking monster," she muttered coldly, and then spat in his face.
The other girls who had been Corman's victims each took their turn, biting Hal's now inflamed prick and spitting on him to show their utter contempt-and their liberation from his psychic domination. All the while Hal alternately screamed in pain and looked with imploring eyes at me, Honey, Malpaso, Joey, Sherry and the others. No one made a move to spare him from the punishment he so justly deserved.
Finally the last girl had wreaked her vengeance and Hal lay twitching and moaning. His now semi-erect prick was reddened, inflamed and bore the teeth marks of his onetime victims. "Enough is enough! You've made your point. You've got your fucking revenge!" Hal moaned.
"Not quite," said Sherry, in a soft voice, "Show him the pictures, Joey." Joey took the incriminating photographs from his briefcase and, one by one, showed them to Corman.
"We got these from your private collection, you perverted asshole," Joey spat out with disgust. "And now we're gonna take a few of our own. Are you ready, Frank?"
The hooded Malpaso nodded his head and handed the Polaroid camera to Joey. Joey took it and turned to face Hal again: "I've got it on good authority, Hal old buddy, that you are deathly afraid of any sexual contact with men. Well, we're gonna take some pictures which we'll hold along with these other ones-and the tapes. When we let you go, we expect you to leave town as fast as your fucking legs can take you, and if you ever come back here-and we find out about it-then we'll turn everything over to the cops and other interested parties. Can you dig it?" Corman nodded bleakly.
Joey turned to Malpaso: "Okay, Frank. He's all yours." Malpaso, still hooded, climbed up on to the bed and moved towards Hal's cock. Then the man whipped off the hood and I could see that he had a full, grey-flecked beard, but, in the dim light, I couldn't make out all of his facial features.
Joey moved in closer with the camera as Malpaso, with a wicked grin, took Hal's tortured cock into his mouth. "JESUS CHRIST! LEAVE ME ALONE!" screamed Hal in repulsion and fear. But Malpaso just kept sucking on Hal's dick while Joey clicked away with the camera. The other people in the room applauded and cheered at Hal's humiliation at the hands of Sherry's mysterious lover.
"Give the sorry bastard what he deserves," muttered Honey out of the corner of her mouth.
"Okay, Frank. That's good," said Joey. "Now give him the big surprise." We all snickered as Malpaso withdrew his mouth from Hal's cock and then the older man quickly put his hood back on. Joey moved to the head of the bed so that the camera was only a couple of feet from Hal's face. Hal's eyes widened as he suddenly realized what was about to happen.
"NO! FOR GOD'S SAKES, DON'T DO IT!" screamed Hal. Everybody gathered around the bed and just grinned.
Malpaso had crawled up over Hal's writhing body and the older man was now crouched over Hal's face. While Hal's face contorted with shame, rage and disgust, Malpaso unzipped his pants and took out an enormous cock-almost as long as Hal's.
"Give it to him, Frank!" yelled a jubilant Sherry. Joey put his eye to the viewfinder of the camera and waited for Malpaso's next move. It wasn't long in coming. Holding his long, stiff prick in one hand he moved down over Hal's face until the cock was within inches of Hal's mouth.
Hal turned his face to one side and clamped his mouth shut. Malpaso quickly slapped Hal hard across the face. Joey hissed: "Open your mouth, Hal, and take it like a man-or we'll open it for you!" Hal looked up at the group around the bed and saw that Honey, Sherry and myself were moving in to carry out Joey's instructions.
Corman realized that he was whipped. His eyes gleaming with hatred and utter humiliation, he slowly opened his mouth and Malpaso instantly shoved his cock into the young stud's oral cavity. A cheer went up from the group and Joey began taking pictures as fast as he could cock the camera. "Suck his cock, you little shit!" Honey screamed, and I realized that she might well have killed Hal if she'd had him to herself. It was obvious to me that Hal's betrayal of the Hotline's open, honest lifestyle had brought out the vindictive, animalistic side of Honey's nature.
Hal was moaning as Malpaso's long phallic tool of vengeance plunged in and out of the rock musician's mouth. "Suck it harder!" hissed Joey, "or we'll cut your fucking cock off!"
Hal gagged and did as he was ordered. Everybody moved in as close to the action as possible looks of satisfaction and approval suffusing the faces of the girls whom Hal had himself subjected to humiliation and degradation. They jeered and goaded Malpaso on as he stroked in and out of Hal's mouth.
Malpaso grunted as his ejaculation approached and Hal's eyes began streaming tears as he realized that Malpaso planned to come in his mouth! The ultimate humiliation for a young dude so hung up about any sexual contact with another man! I thought to myself that Malpaso's plan was brilliant-a plan whose elements perfectly doled out the very kind of retribution Hal's actions had called for.
Suddenly Malpaso's stiff cock began to buck and rear and we could all see his semen gush out of his cock and into Hal's mouth. Hal tried to wrench his head away, but Frank quickly gripped Hal's head in both hands and held it in a viselike grip while his come poured out of his spurting cock and flowed out of Hal's mouth and down over his face. Finally Malpaso was finished. The room erupted in cheers.
Joey put the camera aside and shook Malpaso's hand as the older man climbed down off Hal's body and joined the rest of us gathered around the bed. "Dynamite! Just what the doctor ordered!" said
Joey with a hard smile and the rest of us chimed in with similar remarks.
Nobody paid any attention to Hal, who lay moaning and crying on the bed-his face covered with Malpaso's sticky, warm semen. He looked like a whipped dog.
The group in the room were totally quiet for several long moments. All outrage and feelings of retribution had been satisfied. Finally a very subdued Honey broke the silence: "Well, I've got to say that you gave The Snake what he had coming-but what now?"
The rather plaintive question hung in the air. To me, Honey's question went beyond the simple matter of what to do about Hal. The creepy stud was pretty well taken care of as far as I was concerned. But Honey's question hit home with me on a totally different level.
What now, indeed, I thought to myself, as I looked at the various faces around the room. A few of the people like Joey, Sherry, Barbara and, yes, even Honey, were real friends. But something had happened in the Hal Corman affair which made me stop and rethink my entire position as a member of Honey's exclusive little family. It suddenly hit me that I was really nothing more than a gilded bird in a golden cage. The door, however, of Honey's opulent cage wasn't locked. I could leave anytime I so desired.
Joseph's cool, collected voice snapped me out of my momentary reverie. "Okay, let's get rid of this creep. Frank and I will take him for a little ride and then dump him off and let him make it on his own." Joey began releasing Hal from the leather bindings and then we all watched while the sorry-looking stud put on his jeans, wiped his semen-smeared face with his shirt and then put on the shirt. He was obviously not bothered with any niceties about what he wore. He just wanted out-and fast. He quickly got his wish.
Joey took Hal by one arm and Frank Malpaso took him by his other. Just before hustling Corman out of the cellar, Malpaso, still wearing his hood, whispered something to Sherry and she nodded her head with a warm smile. Then the "prisoner" and his two escorts left the wine cellar.
I quickly walked over to Sherry and grabbed her arm. "I want to get out of here, too, Sherry," I said softly, but urgently. "I mean for good. Do you think . . . ?"
Sherry grinned and hugged me. "Do I think you could stay with me?" She laughed. "I've been waiting for you to ask me for a long time. I'd really dig to have you share my pad. But I didn't say anything, because I knew you had to make your own decision." Sherry shot me a sly look. "There is one other thing." I looked at her quizzically. "Frank's decided to stay in LA and, naturally, I want him to live with me. So, if you don't mind ..."
This time I cut her off: "From what I saw of Frank tonight, I'd feel pretty damned safe having a cat like that around the house!"
Sherry giggled: "Good. It's settled. We can tell Honey and then get your things together."
"Tell Honey what?" a soft voice inquired softly. Sherry and I wheeled around to find Honey standing behind us. We both had pretty embarrassed looks on our faces and the older woman chuckled-but a bit sadly. "Cindy, sweetheart, I've known that you were bound to split sooner or later and I can handle it." She smiled warmly and kissed me gently on the mouth. "I'd wished it would be later," she said a bit wistfully, "but I've learned better than to fuck with another person's trip. If there's anything you need, just ask."
My eyes moistened and I threw my arms around the beautiful older woman who'd been like a big sister to me for so many months. "Honey, I really love you and I promise to stay in touch. You've been great-and I'll never forget the good times we all had. As for Hal..." My voice trailed off.
"Forget him, babe," said Honey. "I should have guessed where he was at when we first met him. I guess I was just cock-crazy when it came to that dude. But that's water under the bridge." She paused. "Are you sure you don't need anything? Some bread?"
I shook my head. "Thanks Honey, but you've given me more than I could ever have asked for already. Sherry and I are going to pack up my things and head for her place."
Honey cut loose with one of her incredible smiles. "Since you're obviously gonna have trouble hitching a ride from this place, I guess you better take your Mercedes."
"I couldn't do that, Honey," I said, a bit wiped-out at her generosity. "Anyway, it's leased in your name. I was just using it while I worked for you."
Honey chuckled: "I guess you haven't looked in the glove compartment lately. The car is not leased anymore. I bought the damned thing-and it's in your name. Now get your ass out of here before I break down and bawl in front of my whole fucking little family!"
I was speechless. I didn't know what to say, so I simply hugged Honey tightly, and kissed her hard and full on the mouth. "Thanks, Honey," I whispered. "You'll have to come and visit us sometime."
"You've got to promise you will!" echoed Sherry with a big grin. She kissed Honey and Honey looked the delectable redhead straight in the eye.
"You know damned well I'll visit you. I mean, for God's sake, that Frank Malpaso guy of yours has some gorgeous piece of cock between his legs! You couldn't keep me away!" she said.
Some of the other kids had wandered over to where the three of us were standing and they had heard the tail end of our rap. They all laughed and wished me and Sherry good luck.
Sherry and I slipped into our clothes and headed up the stairs to my room to get my shit together. When we reached the top of the stairs I turned to look back down to the entrance of the wine cellar. Honey stood in the candlelight, stark naked, with a look on her face that seemed to combine a whole range of feelings that would have to be left unspoken. I waved-but Honey just stared up at me.
In that instant something deep inside my consciousness told me that I'd never see Honey Castille again. And my eyes misted over again. ...