Fucked By My Dad's Best Friend

This is an experiment I'm working on. First story in what I hope will be a decent series. There's no sexual activity in this one, I'm just fleshing out the character. Buckle up though

Mom: Hi Ricky!

Ricky: Hi mom. How you doing?

Mum: I've just got to tell you this, I'm with your dad on the patio, he's passed out after three margaritas after ranting for 30 minutes about that wanker of a politician as he likes to call him, he doesn't like hahahaha

Ricky: Hahahahaa

Mum: (Mimicking dad) Susan, I feel like I'm taking crazy pills! We give these people power to make us look like fools? WHHY??

Mum: hahahhahaha

Ricky: HAHAHAHAHAA

Ricky: God I love you guys!

Mum: Gotta go. He's waking up. Gonna record this. Love you!

Ricky: Love you maa

Mum: Ohh... I almost forgot, your uncle Joe is coming to your town for some business. I gave him your number, he said he'd call you.

Ricky: Which Joe? BlackeyeJoe?

Mum: Hahahahahahaa

Mum: That's so mean. It was only that one time. Yes, that one.

Ricky: Nice, haven't seen him in years, how is he?

Mum: He's fine. Gotta go, the man has come back on TV and your dad has just made a drink. He's starting to blow up, gotta record this... hahahahaha

Ricky: Bye

Mum: Bye

Uncle Joe. BlackeyeJoe.

I love Uncle Joe. He's not really technically my uncle, no relationship at all. But he's so tight with my dad, they're like brothers.

He keeps on reminding me he took me home from the hospital after I was born.

He's always been there through the years and the birthdays and barbecues and camping and doing errands for each other.

I love him.

But that name... it triggered something. I didn't know at that time. I hadn't thought about him for years. Last time I saw him was at my graduation party and we barely even talked. He did me 2000 dollars though.

Can't remember the last time I said that name.

BlackeyeJoe.

It squirrelled its way to the corners of my mind, banished by the sight of the lovely marketing team lead.

I had fucked ass fucked in her office just a few weeks ago.

Ever since the bitch has been on heat, can't let me fucking breathe!

Got to play her just right. Let her sweat a bit. Might need her help very soon.

I love my job ????

******

It's 6pm now, I've just gotten to my 2-bedroomed apartment, somewhere on the outskirts of the hippest area in the city.

Not a bad day.

Poor Sally.

But she has to learn to wait.

I'm tearing off my shirt and jeans and sneakers as soon as I walk in the house.

It's so fucking hot!

In the shower, hot water streaming down my body, casting my sins away.

The buttplug in my ass feels delicious and threatening. I moan as I fish it out. My hole aches with relief while my soul purrs with delight.

Nobody owes you nothing Ricky, life is what you make it.

The affirmation is the bond between the darkness and light, the light extinguished, darkness claiming its place.

By day my name is Richard Hatington Lawson.

A 28 year old developer for an AI tech company.

I come from an average decent white middle class family in America. Went to a decent university and got out just in time for covid.

Two years of shutdown and then, 'attention is all you need!'

I put in the time and the dime coz... I'm a believer! Attention really is all you need!

It's like my best friend now.

That chat buddy, pal, friend.

He's changed me. For good, like good good not gooood.

Anyway I digress.

Everyday when the sun goes down, I am reborn.

I become Astleyicious.

Exactly the same as Rick. Absolutely no difference.

Just that I let another element in the psyche come out to play. I don't know what to call it or her. She's female but not female. Male but not male. She's me but not me. She's herself and me and something else, a question.

What could I do if I didn't fear?

Astleyicious.

"We've known each other for so long

We know the game, and we're gonna play it"

She is my root. She taps into my deepest darkest desires and fantasies.

She is my shadow coming out to explore her territory and find new food.

She's my Arc Reactor.

With her, I look beyond the limits I impose on myself, I redefine myself.

I'll tell you more about it as we go alone because, holy shit, I've just realized what's been bugging me.

UNCLE BLACKEYEJOE!

Blackeyejonn?

Could it be? Could it fucking be?

Naa. Just a coincidence, right?

The doorbell rings. My food delivery. Tonight is Chinese, I love Chinese.

'coming: frightening, frightening. After laughing words, shrieking, shrieking. Significant.'

What the Chinese-English bullshit is this? Now what the fuck does that even mean? It's the fortune cookie that......... wait a minute.

How the fuck did Uncle Joe know where I live?

My folks don't know where I live. No one knows where I live.

Did mum mention the city to him? Dad?

*****

You see, I have a secret life, things that I like to do that a small select clientele pay me very lovely sums of money to do to them, with them, on them, in them.

Discretion guaranteed of course. It's not you, it's me.

During the day, I have a corporate job and my parents and friends and everything to think about. I've set up everything perfectly, no one knows anything to do with my other life, till now.

Blackeyejonn

He's been a regular client for a while. He came in as a referral, quite by accident to be honest. I was booked solid but then something happened and my schedule opened up.

It started off innocently.

He described himself as an older white man who sought encounters of a certain type with people... of a certain type.

He would pay for my custom snaps and videos and voice notes. Always pushing me to try harder and think different and then I did something and we clicked. We started chatting regularly, almost every other day, then everyday.

We did some nasty shit together! The things he told me, he fed the darkness in Astleycious and she responded back in an ever increasing cycle of absolute feral debauchery.

Something weird happened a few weeks ago, something that didn't make sense. Something very weird happened.

He paid me a decent amount of money to set up a shoot in a certain manner, he was very specific about what he wanted. I set up the shoot, everything went well. Somewhere during the shoot he makes an odd comment which I dismiss. Another comment. And then he said something and it clicked... I think he knows me.

That's not possible!

So anyways, moving on... question. No one knows where I live?

I'm kinda very good at my job at covering up. I would have noticed.

Naa.... something was wrong.

Then I remembered what mum says all the time.

When something is bothering you, talk to somebody. Sometimes putting it out in the air creates different possibilities that you would never have anticipated. You miss every shot you don't take.

So I called my mum.

"What?"

"Mum. When Uncle Joe called, did he mention which city I'm in?

"Aergghhha......"

That sound you make when you're half awake, half drunk, disorientated and trying to seek out a memory from where it's gone to play.

"No, he asked if you were in Ipanaqua, I told him you were in Middletown. I don't know where he got that from."

"He asked again like he knew something different. Mentioned another name, Qwa.... kwa-something. I told him I have no idea what he's talking about."

"Odd."

"Odd."

"Bye."

CLICK.

QwaThayo.

That's where I live. No one knows where I live. Like no one.

I just moved here a few weeks ago, it's a new town that I've never been to.

What the fuck is going on?

I'm a normal guy who leads a double life.

Could Uncle Blackeyejoe, my favorite uncle, be Blackeyejonn my biggest customer?

The things we have said to each other, dear Lord no!

This is not possible.

But wait. He messed up. He revealed that he knows something my parents don't know. He'll be in town for a few days. Business. Meet for drinks.

He either fucked up or....

Something is off.... not sitting right.

*******

He called today at work. We talked, was great hearing from him. Sounded so normal... the entire conversation was so bloody normal and cordial and friendly!

We are meeting for drinks in the next couple of days.

I don't know who this dude is and what the fuck he want's, but I'm gonna be prepared.

Who really is Uncle Joe? Is he? I hope, really hope, he's not who I think he is.

I have a plan.

I'll tell you how it goes in a few days.