Mad, Mad World Part 2

Chapter 262-1

Mad, Mad World

Part 2

 

We had just made it back when Dad was looking for us, leave to little brothers to tell them where you went. It didn’t take long to dress into a pair of comfortable pair jean shorts and ankle socks, that had been through freshly cut grass only to have Franklin add more green paint and little spayed glue tossing grass clippings to stick to my socks and my shoes as if I had mowed the entire morning. I quickly put on a white T-shirt with AC&DC band logo on it; it too had been treated like the rest of my clothes as if I had been working hard mowing peoples grass all morning long.

I could still smell the fresh smell of newness from it as if it had never been worn even though it looked like it needed to be put in the wash or burned badly. I tucked a bandanna in the back of my pocket and placed the silver army dog tags and my class ring that I wore around my neck.  Quickly looked at my scene in my playbook and was good to go. Everyone took their places as I had finished mowing my lawn and head down the street to Mr. Benson’s house.  While another filming crew was moving in on Tony as he moved into his house on the block with some our Dad’s help and some of the boys that weren’t playing with the others on the street.

Everyone else was outside working in the yard are escaping the heat by running through the sprinklers or at the neighbors playing on the slippery slide. Not one boy had a shirt on or wearing long jeans. I was the only oddball being still fully dressed. Covered in grass clippings on my shirt and grass stains on my shirt, shorts, and socks and drenched in sweat or in my case water.

The moment I made my two swipes off the lawn I head down the street to Mr. Bronson’s house. I knocked on the door he was dressed in a house robe, as yet opened slightly finding he was naked underneath it. My eyes were told to notice his very hard a large penis as the camera trailed behind me and got a very good look at Mr. Vincent so those Mary’s could get an eyeful of his largeness.

I looked away pretending it didn’t bother me as my head kept going back to his penis like the script said I was supposed to then and said. “I am here to cut your lawn today Mr. Bronson, I was told by my mother that you wanted me to do it, so I can help earn the money to go on our scout camp out this summer and since you put your name on the list on Sunday.” The queue card was easy for me to read being as they were big bold but I didn’t need to see them the lines weren’t all that important.

Mr. Bronson said closing his robe. “Yes son, I willing to pay you 20 dollars a week if you mow my lawn, and I have some other work around the house you can do if you do a good job. Just let me know when you’re done, and we will talk about it.” 

I made a note seeing Terry and Jessie inside the house sitting at the table, both wearing a towel around their waist and around their shoulders eating some lunch. They both had wet hair stating they had been swimming in Mr. Bronson’s pool, but the rest of us knew they were doing a lot more than just swimming.

I got to work mowing the lawn that didn’t need mowing. Took a couple of swipes and took off my shirt and placed it on the porch steps out of the way like I was told to do letting my chain necklace lay on my bare chest. I could hear splashing and boys out in the backyard pool. I peeked through the fence seeing everyone naked including Mr. Bronson as he was taking Terry from behind as Terry was having a Jared and Jason snack as they lay on the poolside mattress covered in chocolate and whip-cream. 

I backed way only to take a second look like as I was directed, to give me time to think about the idea of me having Mark like I wanted to do all day and a small taste of him or a presumed taste of him in the next Gym and shower scene back in Heber. This was just to give the idea that my character was considering the idea.

It didn’t take me very long to mow the lawn, as Mr. Bronson watched me through the window, licking his lips as the boys were having a sex party. All that hot boy flesh and Mr. Bronson wanted mine as he licked his lips asking Terry if I had been with any one of them before; getting the reply that far as they knew I was straight as they come. Mr. Bronson removed my shirt from the porch and took it inside the house, so I would have to come in and get it.

I made my last past discovering my shirt missing and pretend to look for it watching Mr. Bronson opens the door handing me a glass of fresh cold lemonade that had been spiked that everyone but me saw on camera and on the set. It was how Mr. Bronson worked to get young boys into his net. He would drug them first, just enough to relax them and see how far he can get, before the drug wears off.

Then each time they come over he gives them a little bit more until they come willingly or can no longer say no. In truth, it was nothing more than a sugar pill like a Tic Tack. We weren’t using real drugs; we were just implying we are. Taking a page out of Mr. Tate’s book and Crawford, now knowing that’s how these people to do it.

Mr. Bronson said. “If you are looking for your shirt I took inside and put in the wash. It’s too hot for one anyway, and I am told that this was your last lawn of the day or until 3 pm when it cools down some. Come inside where it’s cool, most the boys come here because I have a big outdoor pool. And it's better than running through the sprinklers or sliding on a piece of plastic and get rug rash and we can discuss the other work I need to be done that can help you pay for scout camp. Plus you being new to the neighborhood and your new teacher for two of your class this semester. We could get acquainted.” I quickly drank the entire glass and handed it to him thanking him stating it hit the spot on a very hot day.

I started to come into the house, only to be stopped at the door, by Mr. Bronson telling me. “If you would be so kind as to remove your shoes so you didn’t get grass stains on my new white carpets. I would really appreciate it.” As his voice staggered off the moment he saw my socks covered in clumps of grass and grass stains. I looked down at my socks and removed them as well and placed them outside onto the porch with my shoes. He had me give them to him and my shoes; said. “I will add these to wash. Help yourself to some more lemonade and some sandwiches. I usually have an extra pair of trunks, but most the time we boys being boys prefer to go without them; more so when there are no girls around.”

I said filling my glasses with more lemonade, “That’s ok, I would prefer… not to… swim.” Breaking apart the last two words as I started to wobble a bit and shaking my head as if the drug he had just given me was starting to affect me. He quickly came to my side and helped me to the couch handing me a glass of lemonade he had just finished pouring, adding something with his back turned to me as he was grabbing me a plate of sandwiches and some chips.

The camera showed him adding the second part of the drug that would relax me so he could have his way with me. He had already sent the boys out to the pool, for now, being as he didn’t want to scare me off or run out the door screaming rape.

He told me I was suffering from heat stroke handing me the glass of lemonade and asked again by saying the cool water of the pool would do me good. I shook my head no, playing hard to get. Having the previous scene be a reminder that all the boys in the pool were having sex and naked as the day they were born.

Mr. Bronson soaking some towels into the sink and brings them over and started to place them on me as he washed my fevered skin. Getting me to trust him; again he tried as the pills indicated they were working watching me relax as he cooled me down slowly. That part was easy to act because I did trust Mr. Vincent and as tired as I was getting me to relax wasn’t all that hard.

He had me lay down on the couch propping my head up. He placed a towel over my eyes and forehead and washed my legs and feet and was about to undo my pants, but I stopped him only to let my hands drop as he moved to place another cool towel on my chest and wiped it down as if he was washing my fevered skin noticing I wasn’t yet relaxed enough for him to go further or enough to let him take my shorts off.  Instead, he repeated it to my legs and feet this time taking my right foot and bring it up to his lips and licked my ankle and sucked on my toes causing me to moan and I acted as it surprised me.

He smiled at me and said after doing the same to the other one. “I will call your parents and tell them where you are so they won’t worry about you. I’ll tell them I had some more work for you to do. So they won’t worry about you getting a little heat stroke cleaning my pool and working around inside my house. We can talk about the “other things” we can do later.”

I started to get up on queue not liking the sounds of what he had in mind letting the previous scene be a reminder and him licking my ankles and sucking on my toes as well as trying to undoing my pants. Instead, I acted like my body was drunk and I couldn’t do anything on its own or not as much. Mr. Bronson smiled as he licked his lips looking at me. He then quickly made the phone call and acted like he was my best friend and a very good teacher who cared about his students. Getting Mom and Dads permission stating he could have me as long as he wanted as long as I was back before 6 pm; having the camera pan to Mom in the kitchen fixing dinner and Dad reading the paper.

He hung up the phone and told me what they said, and pretend that I had a hard time talking as my mouth slurred words that made no sense. I had very little time to practice this part of the scene, but I did get thumbs up by Mom and Dad telling me I was doing great.

Mr. Bronson came over and turned on the TV said. “I want to show you something while you sit and relax a bit.” The TV was turned towards me facing away from the camera just enough not to get a good picture other then it showed two boys that were a close likeness to me and Mark in the Gym shower scene, that we will shoot for real once we get back and replay it later so the camera can get a good look at it. For now, it was pre-recorded read script.

My face froze as I looked at the TV indicating I was surprised by the fact Mark and I had just been caught having sex, well not sex just a quick innocent stimulation find Mark on top of me stick my penis in his mouth for a brief moment before kissed me finding out I liked it. It wasn’t anything more than a peck on the lips, we would be doing a lot more of that later, this time me going after him as we played a little cat and mouse before the real big scene, For now, it was just a little innocent indiscretion that showed we were fighting against our emotions as he began licking my skin. Only to stop when he realized what he was doing and quickly backed away from me apologizing telling me he didn’t mean for this to happen. The video ended.

He took a seat next to me shutting off the TV with the remote, said. “I was hoping you boys would have gone a little bit further, but I understand you were confused by what happened and was completely by accident. However, I would want you to think about it for a minute. That’s it's ok and we as boys can explore these feelings together.”

I stood up off the couch wobbling and started for the door like a drunken sailor; I said almost shouting. “Nothing happened Mr. Bronson and I will make sure if that tape becomes public knowledge I will… have your job.” I backed away running into the door, and opened it, and was about to leave. 

Mr. Bronson gave a slight laugh. “Like anyone here is going to believe you and if you do you will be sorry. Not only will you fail my classes, you will be in detention for the rest of the school year. Then your parents will think you are doing drugs watching your grades slip from As to Fs in a matter of a few weeks. They will say you are acting out and I will tell them I tried to help you but you refused my help. I am a respected member of the LDS Church and on the school board where I have many friends that will back my rep.

“But Steven it doesn’t have to be that way. I just wanted you to know that it’s perfectly normal what you and Mark were about to do. It’s ok to let someone be with you like that. I want to be your friend and not your enemy. I want you to understand these feelings and be able to share them with me and the other boys that come to me.”

I shook my head no. said. “Nothing happened, Mr. Bronson, Mark and I slipped in the shower and he fell on top of me.” Mr. Bronson walked towards me and I ran out the door the best I could in a daze, I could hear him laughing in the background. My house wasn’t far, just 4 houses down as I entered the house as the camera followed me to my room, bypassing everyone in the kitchen having lunch.

Mrs. Earl asked as I was passing the kitchen. “Back so soon son, I thought you were helping Mr. Bronson clean his pool?”

I didn’t stop to answer as I quickly went into the room that was mine, which I shared with my brothers Greg and Chad and Tim finding my bunk on the bottom of Greg’s bed. It had everything a boy’s room would have including clothes thrown about the room, like dirty laundry. I lay on the bed. As the clock on the wall quickly changed as the scene ended. Or in our case paused; allowing me to change clothes into another pair of shorts and another T-shirt and still barefoot like the rest of the boys in the house seeing the large shoe pile by the door.

Once everyone was ready to finish the scene, Mr. Kirkland yelled quiet on the set. Where we find Mr. Benson at our door with my shirt, shoes and socks washed and folded neatly in his hands. As well as a copy of the videotape he was using to black me with. Yet in it was hidden inside a videotape box that said our “Founding Fathers” a tape he would show in class if it was real.  He too had changed clothes wearing brown slacks and a white buttoned down shirt that was opened and brown penny loafers; playing the good teacher check in on his student.

I lay on the bed doing my homework as Mr. Earl knocked on my door, reading her line as the camera followed her and panned in my direction when she said. “Steven, Mr. Bronson is here, he wants to see if you are alright; said you were feeling sick so he sent you home.”

She opened the door and I swung my feet around and I gave a heavy sigh said my line. “It must have been the heat Mom, I was fine one minute about to pass out the next.” All the viewers would know that was a lie.  It would be hard for a boy like me to tell my parents what really happened.

Then again most parents wouldn’t believe them going by the reputation Mr. Bronson had and stated which was the whole point, because Mom and Dad with Mr. Kirkland help were hoping that if possible they could put this film out so if other boys wherein this type of situation they would know what to do. Or what can happen if they don’t go about it the right way?

I got up off the bed and walked with Mrs. Earl down to the living room. The house had been fixed up to look like someone actually lived here. Or we lived here with photos and furnishings. Yet if our viewers looked too closely they would find empty shelves and cupboards. Sparky followed me like he always does into the living room watching my TV parents sent everyone else outside to play. 

Mr. Bronson was sitting on the couch with my clothes right beside him including the videotape that looked innocent. I didn’t say anything as we both gave each other a nod, being it was his turn to speak first. He said sitting back on the couch. “I just came to check on Steven, he left these clothes at my house when he was cleaning my pool. I had them washed so if needed them he could have them; I also came by to pay him for his services today.”

Watching him reach into his wallet and had me a crisp 50 dollar bill. He handed it to me. I hesitated to take it like I was told to do according to the script until he said. “I also brought him this video after talking with Steven stating he was interested in American History. I find it refreshing to find student like Steven so willing to learn about ourselves as we grew into this great nation.”

Mrs. And Mrs. Earl nodded beaming with pride as they looked at me. I quickly took the money, the video, and my clothes.  Dad said. “Thanks so much for looking after my son Steven. I understand you used to teach my boy Tim when he was in Elementary school in the next county as well as my son Chad until we moved here. ” Mr. Earl played an excellent father role. It was convincing enough that I almost believed he was my Dad for a minute.

Mr. Bronson smiled said. “Yes, I remember teaching your boys, as you recall we have had lots of good times and still do, considering they are now part of my scout troop. I was offered the position at Bingum High School due to the fact that one of their factuality members had left for maturity leave. I am just finishing the school year for now and see where it takes me. Plus I don’t have to travel too far like before.” Stating the fact he was among the first to move in giving him the opportunity to be with most of the boys and parents in the neighborhood.

He got up to leave and turned on a dime, said. “I am having a backyard pool party next Friday night and having the boys sleepover, and we will be working on some of our merit badges as well as discuss the big Scout Camp out. I understand Steven hasn’t been showing up lately according to the old scoutmaster. That he had some issues with sports that made it hard for him to attend. I have had a talk with his new coach and he said we could work something out.

“Providing he really wants to go to this big Scout Camp out, which I know he does or he wouldn’t be slaving away to help pay for his own way, like many of the boys have chosen to do. So if Steven is interested he is more then welcome to come, we would love to have him and his brothers. It will be like old times when they were cub scouts like your son Tim is.”

I watched as Mr. and Mrs. Earl stood up and shook his hand hearing Mr. Earl Say reading his cue cards. “Why thank you, Mr. Bronson. Steven will be there with bells on. Thanks so much for making him feel welcomed. I wish I could have said the same to his old scoutmaster in the old neighborhood. ” They shook hands, as I quickly ran to the bathroom, feeling my stomach, as I placed my hand over my mouth and exist the scene, hearing the front door close and Mr. Kirkland says cut that’s a wrap.

Everyone clapped at our performance, and Mr. Kirkland said, “I guess we better get our butts on the plane we have a hell of a lot a work to do to finish the opening video.” Everyone agreed as they quickly strike the set.

Dad said. “Man I am glad Mr. Vincent is on our side, for if that scene we just put together was real. I would kill him with my bare hands, but for now, I am relieved that Antonio and Mr. Tate are no longer around, for if they were I would kill them for knowing how they preyed on young boys.”

Mr. Vincent put his arm around me said. “You could have made it a little less believable, and for a minute there I thought for sure I had drugged you; instead of just giving you a sugar pill.”

I turned to face him said. “How do you know I wasn’t faking it, I could fall down this very minute the way I feel.” He looked at me and stumbled. I gave a quick wink and got onto the bus that would take us all to the airport.

I closed my eyes for a brief moment but all I could see were those ghouls face’s feeding of all those dead bodies of children. My stomach rumbled and Mom asked hearing it if I was hungry. I shook my head and she smiled said. “Nate your always hungry, it’s when you say no that makes me worry.”