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him down as I fuck him!  And suck him off!  And make him taste my dick!  All of it!  I need them to help me make him see he’s as big a queer as he pretends not to be.”

“You’re fuckin’ crazy, man,” I said.

“Am I?  Or am I just finally fighting back against these homophobic motherfuckering vice cops with the only weaponry they really understand?”

I must’ve been lookin’ wary or somethin’, ‘cause he got real nice, sayin’, “Don’t worry, Curt; I won’t even touch him until you’re done.  That way it won’t seem like sex, to you.  Hell, I won’t touch you throughout the taping.”

“Taping?”

Then he showed me he bought another camera just like Lenny’s an’ another VCR.  Now that freaked me out.

“Three cameras?!” I yelled.  “What you fuckin’ think you’re gonna do!?”

Wayne smirked an’ said, “Tape it.  Edit it.  Sell it on eBay, if I can.  Show the world what vice cops really like.”

Now I was pissed.  “Meanin’ people’ll see me on it, too, asshole!”

“No, no, no, Curt.”  That’s when Wayne showed me this head mask.  He was dolin’ out the surprises like they were Halloween candy.  “You’ll wear this the whole time.  And we’ll cover your tattoos with makeup.  Or change them so you can’t be identified.”

“Forget it!  It’s bullshit!  I’m not out to make a porno flick!  I just wanted to do some damage to the fucker!”

“And that’s what we’ll do,” he said, his voice all gentle an’ soothin’, again.  “Think about it, Curt.  What will hurt Shayes more -- you putting your dick up his ass?  Or his buddies watching you do it?  And watching him ejaculate as you fuck him?  And then seeing me cum on his face as he sucks me off?  Won’t that give you even more pleasure?  Won’t that cause even more damage?  All the other guys you’ve done this to -- it’s a secret kept between you and them.  This time, our boy won’t have the option to keep it quiet.  I’ll send a carefully edited version to vice to let them know ‘we’re mad as hell and we ain’t gonna take it no more’.”

“Will you say what th’ fuck you mean, for once!?”

“I’ll tell them we’ll do it to their other vice decoys, too...unless they leave us alone.”

“We?!”

“Me.  Once I see how you do it, I’ll be able to copy you.”

“But the cops’ll -- .”

“Yes, the police will grow furious.  And they may come looking for me.  But many will still wonder if Shayes didn’t really seek these pleasures out and wind up caught on tape.  This will at least drive him out of vice.  As for the rest, they’ll begin to wonder if we mean it.  And worry that the next time they pull their shit on a fag, they might wind up being taken down by a dozen more of us an’ gang-banged in some alley.”

It made a weird kind of sense an’ -- well, that got my warnin’ bell goin’ off, again.  Any time I ever got myself into deep shit, it was by usin’ these same kinds of arguments to talk myself into doin’ it.  That’s how I wound up in Mid-State -- listenin’ to dumb-fuck Terrence convince me that carryin’ his baggie of coke wasn’t the same as dealin’ it.  “You’d just be a mule, man,” he said, over an’ over.  Emphasizin’ it was also a quick two bills for nothin’.  Over an’ over till I swallowed it, whole.  That’s what me screwed for the rest of my life -- “literally,” as Lenny would say.  An’ now way deep down somethin’ was warnin’ me it was gonna happen, again.  But it was a tiny voice.  A real weak voice.  So it was easy to push aside.

An’ then Wayne was promisin’ me more cash on top of Lenny’s offer -- lots more.  Now I needed both money an’ car, real bad, no question.  But I got to be honest, here -- I liked the idea of screwin’ with the cops, again.  “Literally.”  So I kept on with it.

‘Course, that’s when Lenny suddenly started tryin’ to weasel out of the mess.  “This is getting too crazy,” he whined.  “It was just a one-time bet and it didn’t happen.  It wasn’t meant to happen, so it’s off.  It’s off.”

Wayne sneered at him.  “Don’t play so innocent, Lenny.  You were all set to partake of Officer Shayes when he was just Jeremy, so you’re part of this, too.  You don’t have to join in the festivities -- you can just run the cameras -- but you’ll be there the whole time.  It’s your punishment for almost getting us arrested.”

“It’s my car,” said Lenny.  “And my camera.  I won’t let it happen.  I’m the one who’ll have to sign the title over, and you wouldn’t know how to run a camera if you took a six year course in it, so forget it.”

I thought Wayne was gonna have a stroke, he got so red.  He yanked Lenny off to one side an’ said some things to him I couldn’t hear -- but that I could sure tell were not nice or pretty.  Then he came back to me.  Lenny stayed away, sittin’ on the same couch arm he’d sat on when Shayes first tried to bust us, lookin’ like he was about to cry.  He never tried to stop us, again.

For sure I was gonna keep my eye on Wayne.

I also started keepin’ a low-key eye on Shayes.  I was perfectly set up for it -- workin’ nights off an’ on an’ things gettin’ nastier an’ nastier between me an’ Connie.  Seemed like she was yellin’ at me more an’ more.  An’ for nothin’, most of the time.  We weren’t fuckin’ like we used to, so I guess she was findin’ out that’s all we had in common, or somethin’.  Not that I gave a