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The truth about gay porn – Sexy ‘Brothers’: Gay or Bi?
Miami, Florida: Spring Break
The time of the year for all the hot boys and girls to assemble in the city to have fun. Three of those hot young tourists now needed to make a big decision.
The three boys were real cousins, born and raised in Idaho, the potato-state.
Lately their life had changed, they had recently been recruited into the hugely profitable industry of adult entertainment. Their manager, Mr. Stephen Boldman, marketed them as fresh meat, typical cornfed farm-boys. He wanted to give the gay community fresh faces and tight asses to devour, but it had turned out that two of the three boys had been hard to ‘convince’ to play gay
Billy, the most muscular of the three, had been a wrestler in high-school before they decided to join the crowd of party-people and take their Spring-Break week in Miami. When Mr. Boldman offered them the biggest chance of their young lives. He had fed the boys some pills that had made the boys horny and easy to seduce, and they soon signed contracts with him to be film-stars.
Little did they know how much their lives would change.
Billy was soon at the center of activities. Preparing for a photo-shoot for the next marketing campaign, the personnel of Boldman Productions was busy making subtle changes to the boy-faced farm-stud. A little makeup and a fresh hairstyle, sexy clothes and carefully arranged poses, and Billy looked like an experienced porn-star.
The photographer played with Billy’s past as he made him wear a sexy dungaree.
It did not take much persuasion to make Billy strip and jerk off in front of the camera. The boy was horny and young, fit and open for fun.
His buddy Smitty, almost looking like Billy’s twin brother, was equally horny, equally stoned, equally eager to get a piece of the fame and fortune Boldman had promised. The photographer had taken too many pictures in a too quick succession to give the boys any chance of staying in control, and he was able to shoot a few snapshots while the two cousins were engaged in a heated discussion. 
The experienced photo-artist, however, made the picture look like they were lovers, caught right before a kiss.
Billy and Smitty had no idea what the manager had in mind for them. They were just glad that their luck had given them that 'pot of gold' in addition to more sex than they had ever dreamt of.
Boldman had devious plans. The two older cousins would be introduced as twin-brothers, that much was clear. Brotherly love, incest sex, twins fucking each others asses, that had always been a key to success.
The past had presented the Noll Brothers and the King Brothers, Boldman now had Billy and Smitty, the boys from Idaho. He had decided to change the boy’s names to Billy and Joey Young, and the photographer had enough pictures to create really hot posters of the newcomers.
Boldman planned a first hit, a film in the tradition of the old classics, named: ’Young Brothers should do it’. 
Even the poster had been already designed:
The manager was sure the fresh-faced siblings would be the next big sensation, a true new marketing stunt for the always hungry meat-market of gay porn.
The third cousin, Boldman thought, was the icing on the cake. Jay was a little younger, smaller and looked boyish, the ideal object of desire for a certain circle of gay men with a sweet-tooth for young meat and fresh chicken.
However, Billy and Smitty were in town to fuck blond curvy girls, but Boldman slowly wanted to get them used to fuck tight boy ass as well. All the cameras had been able to film so far was the boy’s big dicks and hard muscled asses while screwing the girls, so Boldman heavily drugged them to get them to do what he told them.
The plan was simple: Drugged out of their minds, he told them to just fuck what was in front of them. Believing he was fucking a girl, Billy screwed his best buddies ass without a second thought, and all Smitty did was go with the flow. Without inhibitions, free of doubts, he just gave his feelings free rein. He came hands-free as Billy fucked him.
The always watchful cameras caught their cousin Jay, watching his buddies. During the first filming, Boldman had made a girl suck sexy Jay’s big dick. The blond little hotty servicing him didn't seem to be important to Jay, though. He stared at his cousin’s bodies, evidently caught up in his own fantasies. 
Without even knowing it, Boldman had hit the jackpot, unleashed a sexy young beast.
For years Jay had been careful, so even though he always got hard and horny as soon as he saw one of his hunky cousins, they never caught him.
And now? Almost three weeks had passed. Billy and ‘Joey’ needed constant assistance to perform when with men.
Other than Jay, who had just needed the few pills on the first night to unlock his cravings, his cousins still needed constant encouragement to play for Boldman’s gay video productions.
Jay’s cousins had still not identified themselves as gay. It made the filming much more demanding, and manager Boldman had to come up with new explanations as to why the hunky brothers were seen in town, chasing the girls.
During filming, at least one sexy girl had to be around at all times. In fact, however, the ‘twins’ usually had real trouble in even getting their dicks hard.
Boldman knew the audience was waiting. While Jay Junior already had delivered and starred in several best selling productions, the ’Young Brothers’ would only fuck each other heavily drugged, not really knowing what they did, and to the eagle – eyed audience that fact became clearer with every film.
Stephen Boldman was considering selling them off, getting rid of them for good.
Testing the waters, he gave them one last chance. He told them forcefully they would ‘perform' flawlessly in a hardcore film, getting used and abused by several men, and they would go with the flow, or else.
As the boys went to protest, he icily said: ”Do you want to be appear in a gay hardcore fuckfilm, under your full names, your real names, distributed online on your old school’s website, clips of it on local TV, or under your screen names, disguised, visible only to your paying fan-base, but not your friends and family?”
The boys had given in. Boldman was right. They did not want anyone to find out they were doing gay porn, not even drugged and under pressure.
Boldman, however, had come up with a new idea to make the older boys deliver gay performances as enthusiastically as their younger cousin. He did not just want them to play the straight boys, abducted and used against their will, he wanted them to be ‘really gay’.
The man, Director, Casting Agent and Manager all rolled into one, had called a certain number for help.
”John Meyers” A familiar voice had answered. Boldman had called the owner and head of the famous ”JM Modeling Agency”, also well known as ”The Hollywood Agency” as a last resort.
Boldman knew that Meyers handled even critical cases, and the ‘Young Brothers’ were already quite well known, so it would be a pity to waste their potential.
John Meyers was even more direct as he said, while browsing through pictures Boldman had sent him: ”Oh yes, those muscled farm-boys are always a hard task, but in the end very satisfying. Remember Callum Masters? Muscled farm-boy, dumb as a rock homophobic blond beefcake when he came and asked me for a job, and today? Famous Supermodel and infamous fuckslut, ready to take three or four dicks at the same time!” 
Meyers didn’t even exaggerate. Callum had taken two dicks up his tight ass and two more in his mouth at the same time at private parties and on screen, while filming with “Thug Studios”.
The fat dicked black studs had delivered legendary performances at the cost of the blond boy.
Boldman had some of Callum’s pictures, and he looked at a naked boy on his back, legs spread, waiting to be fucked.
Boldman had heard about Meyers’ legendary successes. The man was a wizard in finding fresh faces and turning them into the material the big screen needed, willing to perform at a simple order.
John Meyers smiled as he heard the words:” We have a deal. Do you want me to send them over, or will you perform your magic here?” Boldman said, knowing his new boys would be wasted without Meyers’ help.
Meyers, he knew, nowadays directed his empire from his private island. He had publicly stated that the reasons for his relocation were the weather and the perfect beaches, but everyone knew Meyers had been forced to flea the United States.
However, he was still rich, powerful, and he knew the right people. Boldman was sure Billy and ‘Joey’ soon would reach the same heights of stardom their ‘younger brother’ already had.
”Boss, we just monitored a call between John Meyers and a man in Miami” Jeeves, the man that had respectfully knocked on the door to his boss’ office, said. He stood in front of a young man behind a desk. Jeeves didn’t wait as he took a remote control and opened a file on the huge flat-screen on the wall.
Pictures and graphics illustrated what the men they now heard had talked about.
The young man in the office was Joseph Alexander Hamilton the Third, rich beyond dreams, boyfriend of a supermodel, and secretly the founder, sponsor and head of a top secret organization.
Joseph Hamilton made a huffing sound as he saw one of the pictures Jeeves now presented.
A poster showed the two boys the men on the phone were talking about. Jeeves, Hamilton’s assistant, driver, bodyguard and confidant, knew exactly why.
“Billy and Joey Young !” Mr. Hamilton said ” That fat blob Boldman had the audacity to give him my name as a screen-name?”
The assistant now grinned openly. His Boss was also a friend. Here in their small organization, they did not really believe in hierarchy, they believed in efficiency and open communication.
Everyone in the office knew Mr. Hamilton preferred to be called ‘Joey’, and the youthful name perfectly fitted the boyish appearance of the powerful young man. Joey liked to be underestimated.
He watched one of the boy’s videos, now playing on screen, and clearly saw the signs. Those boys in fact had been drugged and evidently had not really enjoyed what they did in front of the cameras. The video that played had the title “Fresh meat - First time newcomers”.
No real good title, Joey thought, but he knew ‘Fresh meat’ would attract interest, and many men out there liked to watch the breaking in of virgin boy ass. Even more so if the boy was straight and reluctant.
On screen, a fat man in a tuxedo, evidently playing the host of a party for rich pervs, stood up and announced "Gentlemen, I think it's time to bring in our guest of honor". The camera zoomed in on a door, and as it opened and a muscular boy entered the room, a murmur of appreciation came from the crowd of actors, playing the assembled guests.
Jeeves pointed at a picture in the file on the desk in front of Joey. The muscled boy on screen was Billy, and he was not playing a role. He really was straight and certainly unwilling to be used, maybe even fucked, in front of several man and the always filming cameras.
However, Joey knew that the sight of the muscular hot athlete would arouse countless viewers.
The lean, tanned and toned stud on screen was clad in low-rise, soft and thin black leather jeans that hugged his muscular thighs like a second skin, and a white short sleeved button down shirt, made of some material that was soo thin it was almost transparent. The boy’s brown nipples were clearly visible through the fabric, just as the ridges of his well defined abs. Only a single button half way down the shirt was fastened, so the cleft between his nicely formed pecs could clearly be seen, and as he moved, the lower part of the shirt flapped open to reveal the ripped abs and a glimpse of the boy’s navel and even a hint of the root of his hefty dick.
To top it off the boy was barefooted, and, like icing on the cake, he wore a heavy dog collar with a short leash attached to it, now dangling down, nicely hanging in between his hard, muscled, juicy pecs.
Everyone watching the video surely wanted to use the young sexy stud, that much was clear to Joey.
As far as the men buying films like that were concerned, Billy looked totally fuckable, and everyone watching the video knew he would fight, scream, moan and grunt deliciously when the fucking began.
The camera zoomed in to show Billy’s face. The audience would love the look. He was not at all the strutting, cocky jock that he had once been, the sports idol and ladies man he had been at school.
Many men watching films like this had suffered under those type of jocks, many men were delighted to see boys like Billy suffer on screen.
The boy was blushing deeply when one of the actors loudly announced something. The director evidently had told him to speak in a overly flamboyant manner: "Oh my, that boy is a peach!"
For some reason Joey at that moment had an image of the goat in the T-Rex enclosure in "Jurassic Park" in his mind.
The camera zoomed out now, and showed the men once again, now accompanied by several boys wearing the caricature version of a waiters uniform: A jockstrap and bowties, some with black or red vests, some even ‘fully dressed’ in tight leather or shiny latex to cater for any taste. The main theme: sexy waiters at a debauched party for the rich.
Joey watched the screen. He somehow knew what would happen. The audience of films like this wanted to see the boy suffer.
The camera had made another cut, showed another angle of the set.
The actor playing the host had come up behind Billy and put his hands on the boy’s broad shoulders, beginning to slowly slide them down over his chest until he found the one button that held the shirt closed.
The camera zoomed in again as the man unfastened the button and opened the shirt to reveal the stunning bronzed body beneath. The camera zoomed out again, showing the boy’s face, while the man’s hands caressed the taut abs, brushed over a pair of pert nipples, then eased the shirt off the boy’s shoulders, down his arms, removing it and tossing it away.
The hot, handsome jockboy was now just wearing that pair of tight low-rise leather jeans and the heavy collar and leash, the symbol that the audience today was presented with was the best meat their money could buy, ready to follow them with no will of his own.
Joey thought he heard a collective sigh as the boy was exposed to the crowd, but it could just have been his own ragged breath. He was transfixed, and even though he despised what he saw, his dick was hard in his shorts and started to soil it with a constant stream of pre, luckily hidden under the desk.
The screen showed the host's hands, rising back to Billy's firm pecs, moving slowly, tracked by the camera. The man then worked his way down over the boys’s lean stomach, moving to the boy's hips, found the deep v-cut's and followed them to the waistband of the leather jeans, located the button, and popped it open.
Billy appeared unwilling or unable to meet the gaze of the camera, his head bowed.
He seemed to look down the length of his tight teen torso, while the man’s hands now opened the buttons of the skintight leather jeans.
Joey, watching, saw the boy’s bulge was huge, nicely depicted and displayed in the black leather, the hands now opening the fly to reveal the bulging pouch of a bright white bikini brief.
”Viagra and X, I guess” Jeeves said aloud, somehow pulling Joey back from watching the evidence, the video of Billy’s unwilling performance. His assistant had stated the obvious. Billy’s dick was hard, but certainly not because he was a willing and horny participant. He had been prepared by the producer, drugged out of his mind, it seemed.
The boy's body was overly sensitive now and powerful enough to take a long period of abuse, but his brain was fogged enough to quench any idea of fighting or trying to escape. Knowing this, the actor playing the host of the perverted party took his time, teasing the audience and the boy under his control.
The slow sensual striptease continued as the man presented more delicious boyflesh. He pushed the leather of the jeans down over Billy's muscular thighs, then whispered something into the semi-naked stud’s ear.
Billy glanced wide-eyed at the man who nodded curtly, and then he bent down and slipped the jeans off his legs and handed them to one of the weirdly dressed waiters , who folded them and placed them with the discarded shirt.
Now the host produced a bottle of massage oil and dribbled some over Billy's pecs, spreading the oil over the teen's torso until his tanned skin glistened, emphasizing the fine musculature beneath. The tiny white bikini briefs soaked up some of the oil, becoming all but transparent and revealing the rapidly plumping cock beneath to the all seeing eyes of several cameras. Joey now watched a rapid succesion of cuts following cuts, some close zoom seconds, and some from angles showing the boy in his full glory, showing how the man now placed his hands on Billy's shoulders and guided his oiled up prize up on to a stage in the middle of a huge hall, toward a leather covered pummeling horse, straight out a school’s gymnasium.
Joey knew this item would remind the audience of their own time at school, of the countless times they had been tormented by bullies. Now the sexy hunk on screen would suffer. The men buying this video would love it, that much Joey was certain of.
The camera followed the Billy's round , tight, muscular ass and his v-shaped back, as the host made him stand right in front of the vaulting horse. A forceful hand eased the boy forward to lean over the horse. The athlete gasped as his wrists were secured in cuffs that hung from either side of the device, then whimpered as a cold kitchen knife was slipped between his hip and the briefs, easily slicing through the thin material.
The boy's stiff prick sprang up, clearly shown in another closeup. The boy let out a low moan as he felt the man’s hands on his buttocks, now just mere toys to play with, just like his dangling nuts and his fat dick.
Billy struggled as the man admired his ass. His tight little hole was displayed between his muscular ass cheeks, now that the boy’s legs were spread and secured.
As the man slowly inserted a finger, the boy first began to moan, then after the second finger to grunt. A camera showed Billy’s face, and everyone could see he hated being fingerfucked.
As the man pulled his fingers out of Billy’s ass, the boy’s grunts and pleading subsided and now he just panted and breathed heavily. He had given in to the fact that he was here to suffer for the pleasure of the assembled guests.
Joey knew Billy did not even realize that the cameras were filming him, had no idea he was being forced to perform to make the film, all he saw were men surrounding him, ready to use and abuse him.
The slightly flamboyant voice of the one actor who had a real role in the scene loudly called out to the host:
"He really is an exceptionally beautiful boy. Have you thought of putting him out to stud? It would be a shame if those genes were lost to the gene pool" His suggestion was greeted with a mixture of approval and laughter.
"Can't have the slut thinking he can sleep with women. I might consider a sperm donation though. I'm sure any progeny of this whore would grow up to be just as slutty. Boy's only of course." the actor playing the host commented loudly and lewdly.
Joey knew the words had been written to add a funny element to the film, but also to add more pepper to an already spicy plot.
The screen now showed the crowd parting and a tall, well built black man stepped forward. 
Joey had seen the face and the body before. He had watched several films his boyfriend Callum had been forced to do before he had reached today’s career height.
The host passed the black stud the oil, who greased two fingers to slip them between the helpless teen’s muscular buttocks, finding and teasing the wrinkled pucker with a slick fingernail, and eliciting a soft moan from Billy. The sexy teen had already been prepared by the host’s fingers but was still tight and as sensitive as a virgin boy should be for his defloration.
The black now unzipped his fly, and his rapidly swelling cock pushed out. A murmur of appreciation rose from the assembled crowd as they saw the sheer size of the black dick that would soon be fucking the boy’s ass. The voices died down as the men breathlessly watched and waited, just as any man watching this film on TV at home would certainly do.
Joey saw Billy's eyes grew wide as he got his first feel of the black actor’s tumescent tool, and his mouth formed an incredulous "O" as he realized in shock that this man's dick would be of almost superhuman proportions.
The teen looked up pleadingly, right into the merciless lense of the camera, but he found no pity there.
A look of tense concentration furrowed the bound boy’s brow as the audience watched the bulging head of the fat black throbbing cock make contact with the poor lad’s tight twitching hole, again in a painfully clear closeup.
Billy soon grunted in pain as the black actor pushed in. The man’s hard member seemed to be swollen to the point of bursting. Every vein on the hard big shaft popped up prominently, as if the black cock had been sculpted from stone by the finest artist. In a closeup, now prominently filling Joey’s screen, it looked as if it was not from this world.
The fucker didn't pause, just slowly and relentlessly eased forward, forcing Billy’s sphincter to spread open, millimeter by painful millimeter. Meanwhile Billy's handsome face was locked in a rictus of agony. His mouth opened in a silent scream. His eyes rolled back as he felt like his ass was being penetrated by a redhot poker.
"Look at this whore" the black actor growled, following a script "Opens up for me like a good, well used little faggot."
Even though the man said so, he enjoyed the muscled young athlete’s ass immensely, his comments were just some icing on the cake. He loved nothing more than to break an apparantly straight jock, take his power, use him against his will, and it showed on screen. His performance was flawless. Joey watched breathless with excitement, following the action against his will, unable to look away or to switch the video off.
It took a full minute of slow, remorseless penetration until the enormous erection was fully embedded in the tortured teens intestines, and when it was done, an equally unhurried withdrawal began.
It seemed like an eternity, seen from several angles, cutting back and forth before another long minute had passed and the thick cockhead eased out and left the harrowed boyhole gaping open. The only sound was the heavy breathing of the black fucker and the whimpering from the trembling teen as the process was repeated.
Joey watched in awe as Billy was once again impaled on the bullish brute's impressive prong. His own dick was as hard as steel and had stained his shorts with a huge wet patch of precum.
Another sentence, following a script, interrupted Joey’s trance: "Someone want to shut the faggot up?" the black actor complained as Billy moaned and grunted loudly, and the somewhat flamboyant guest eagerly tottered forward with a hand raised and blurted out "Me, me, meee!"
The director of the film certainly thought a funny sidekick would be a nice touch. The man stood next to the black actor, clearly wanting to feel the fucker’s heat while watching the cock piston in and out the helpless boy’s ass. The guest even had the audacity to fondle the black mans ass.
The actor patted the flamboyant man's shoulder and said "Be my guest."
Billy's head was at a perfect angle to take the man’s dick, anyone could see that, ready to be deep-throat fucked.
"Oh goody" the excited guest simpered, and in a flash had his own prick out of his pants and thrust into the open orifice before him. He had no time for a slow subtle approach, and immediately began face fucking the boy’s mouth, stretching Billy’s throat, feeling the boy gag and choke on the assault, massaging the man’s dick even more.
The black speed up his pace as well, and soon the two men were pummeling the tied down, helpless young athlete like a spit roasted chicken.
Another angle now showed the other actors, men fucking boy throats. The boys, all dressed in the same fantasy uniforms, were just extras in this scene, but Joey knew they would have their five minutes in the spotlight in other scenes.
The flat-screen on Joeys’s wall was now filled with a wild orgy. The surround sound system was playing the slapping of skin on skin and the tortured gurgles and grunts from the boy on the block.
Billy’s tanned body writhed in agony and ecstasy, his bulging biceps trying to break free of the cuffs that secured him in place. The two men still fucking him could feel the heat radiating from the sexy jock.
The ‘waiters’ were on their knees and men started to work off their pent-up tensions.
Cheers, jeers and catcalls arose from the crowd as they urged on the two sadistic assailants. The actors using poor Billy as little more than a sex toy, and soon to be receptacle for their jizm, not even a human being.
Joey knew that the audience buying videos like this one were mostly older, white, and truely depraved gentlemen, certainly watching scenes like this in awe, drinking in the lewd spectacle, and more than one of the guests had surely already shot his load by now.
On screen the black actor now thrust his mighty cock once more deep into the battered bowels of the boy on the block and unloaded his balls, and at the same moment the flamboyant guest squealed and pulled his dick out of Billy's throat, coating the cute lad’s face with hot sticky semen.
Joey absentmindly tugged on his own throbbing penis, as he watched as the two men on stage were instantly replaced by two other actors. The man fondling Billy's ass was now openly fingerfucking him as the video shifted into the next gear, but Jeeves had clicked with the remote, and the screen just displayed the emblem of the agency again.
Joey Hamilton looked at Jeeves, who stopped the presentation immediately.
”Our ‘special friend’ is on his ‘Island of Lost Boys’?” Joey asked. Jeeves knew he meant John Meyers, the one man they had heard on the call. Jeeves just nodded, as Joey was already seeming to formulate a game-plan.
Jeeves knew the young man was not a spoiled boy or a dumb plaything. Joey Hamilton was the brain behind a secret organization that had a clear goal. Even though Joey had almost shot a load while watching the piece of evidence, he still thought clearly and was as cool as a cucumber as he issued orders.
‘The Cabana Boys’, the name they had given themselves in one fun moment, would rescue the three boys in need before Meyers could enslave them for good.
Joey already had a phone in his hand. He called his head scientist.
”Dr. Jones, Jeeves sent you a file with information about three boys, now in Florida” Jeeves heard only one side of the call, and he motioned for Joey to open the line to have a brief conference call.
Dr. Jones preferred to be on his own, and in fact he traveled around in a huge RV, almost impossible to find, using a hacked Starlink Satellite Computer Interface, never using the same IP-address twice, never using a normal phone, not even a mobile phone.
He was maybe suffering from a little paranoia, but he was the best in the field. He had found Joey Hamilton, not the other way around. When Joey and Callum had started to fight the influence of John Meyers’ evil shenanigans, the scientist had contacted them.
It had been Dr. Jones who informed them about the Nanites in the boy’s bloodstream. It had been Dr. Jones who had hacked those Nanites in Cody Jameson as a test and obtained the evidence they needed.
The same Nanites had worked in the three pornstars and Joey’s Uncle Bart when Joey and Callum had surprised Uncle Bart Hamilton, showing him the potential risk John Meyers posed.
And now? Dr. Jones had hacked the network of Dickson Industries and Meyers’ Hollywood Agency.
Today, the ‘Cabana Boys’ where the most covert secret agency in the world, and the nanites were nothing less than their most powerful weapon.
The tracking screens however showed no trace of Billy, Smitty, or Jay. The sexy cousins, performing as the brothers ‘Billy and Joey Young’ and their younger bro ‘Jay, Junior’, had either not received their dose of nanites, or the little high-tech robots were sleeping, it seemed. Dr. Jones could not find them as long as their nanites were inactive and did not send out any signals.
Jeeves activated their agents in Miami.
One of those agents was Jimmy Wong, an Asian-American eighteen year old Go-Go – dancer.
Jeeves knew that sexy Jimmy worked in one of Mr. Boldman’s favorite clubs, and the only reason the boy had not been recruited by Boldman to play in porn was the fact that Boldman himself had sold Jimmy to the club’s owner.
Wong was a magnet, attracting the right clients with his wonderfully muscular body and huge dick, both rare traits in an Asian boy. The patrons loved to watch him dance, sway his little ass, pump his hips like fucking thin air, and when he bared his fat dick at the end of his show, men tipped like crazy to get the chance to fondle his full nuts or lick his fat dickhead to catch a droplet of sweet precum.
It did not take long before Jimmy Wong learned what the Cabana Boys wanted to know.
The whereabouts of Billy, Smitty and Jay.
The Cabana Boys had hidden assets most secret agencies only dreamt off. It took Wong just a single day to find the boys, asking the right questions as he was partying with Boldman’s crew in one of the clubs of Miami as they promoted a new film. Billy, Smitty and Jay were the guests of honor and the magnets for the patrons.
Soon Wong had a plan.
The boy’s drinks were spiked, but this time not by Boldman, but by Wong.
The boys swallowed tiny RFID- chips and would only be visible to the agencies hacked network of satellites. As usual, Dr. Jones had worked flawlessly, and while he worked his keyboard in his RV, parked somewhere in the desert of Arizona, more than 7000 satellites not only transmitted TV programs and other data, but also picked up the signals from the boy’s little location devices.
Now Joey was able to conduct the rescue in real time. It turned out he did not step in a minute too soon. The next day the three boys told Boldman they wanted to go down to the beach.
This was not new. Boldman had decided to let the boys play, he told his men. Billy and his friends needed time to unwind, tank a little sun, tan their hides a little, as Boldman grinned, and maybe even a paparazzo would take a picture or two of the hunky ‘brothers’, frolicking in the surf.
They would come back, he knew. He had leverage, and the boys knew it.
Today, however, the boys walked along the beach, not wasting any time. They carried small backpacks, supposedly full of beach towels and sunscreen, but in fact with some money and their little private belongings. They planned to run away, flee the clutches of Boldman.
They knew they burned their bridges, maybe would be exposed to their families and friends, but they had decided to try their luck.
When they reached a trailer-park, they left the beach. The trailer-park had been their plan, maybe a trick to hide from Boldman and his men. They had hoped to find an empty trailer, abandoned for good or at least empty during the week. They wanted to hide, wanted to make sure no one was looking for them.
Still in just Speedos, the three boys walked through the rows of mobile-homes. Their tries to blend in, however, were in vain. Here they stuck out like sore thumbs. They had no idea a man was already following them with his eyes. 
Nicolo Di John was a resident. He was a connoisseur of good looking boys, loved to read stories about them, even exchanging emails with one prolific American author, and had spotted the three almost naked boys as soon as they had walked down the main walkway between the parked trailers.
Nick, as his friends called him, had even seen the videos of the three ‘brothers’.
He smiled as he called them over in a friendly manner, and he saw how the boys stiffened, cowering, looking for a place to hide like straying dogs afraid of being beaten.
”Boys, come on, I don’t mean no harm! You seem lost, do you need help?”
The boys had been promoted as ‘corn-fed farm-boys’, and they looked the part, now, in the flesh, even more. Nicolo Di John saw they were no experienced stars, used to handling fans, but basically scared young boys, maybe even running away from someone.
He spoke up again: ”Come in, it’s nice and cool and you can sit down for a moment.”
He saw the boys looked exhausted. The youngest, and Nick knew his name was Jay, even licked his lips as he saw a fresh pitcher of iced tea on the kitchen counter. The man smiled as he offered the tea and realized the boys where thirsty, but also wary. He poured himself a glass and drank a huge gulp, before he offered the beverage once again, this time giving a little wink:
”It’s not poisoned, see?” Taking another gulp and emptying his glass, just to refill it again, he clearly showed he meant no harm.
The boys drank thirstily, sat down, and slowly seemed to relax.
Billy found his voice first: ”Uhm, Sir, we’re kinda.... I mean....” He hesitated, unsure what to tell the man. Nicholo offered help by ending the sentence:
”You mean you kinda ran out of luck and now need someone to help you out, maybe even help you with some means of transportation?”
Before Billy could answer, Nicholo’s phone rang and his closed laptop made a low ‘Ding’ sound, signaling an incoming message. “Nicholo Di John” he answered the phone, opening the laptop at the same time.
The boys saw his eyes widen as he listened, and as he read the email at the same time. He switched the phone off, set it down on the table, and typed something into his laptop.
A minute later he had received detailed instructions from a person he trusted. The ‘prolific author’ had sent an email with the steps Nick and the boys needed to follow to set up a secret, undetectable video-conference.
On screen a fairly young boy grinned into the camera, with another young man standing behind him, bending over to be also visible.
Billy recognized at least the young man standing. ”I be damned! Callum Masters?”
The situation was eerie. Nick had received an email from his online friend, the author, and now a Supermodel had somehow found a way to set up a zoom-meeting.
Both events were most unusual, and now, here, it seemed almost impossible, but they had happened.
Nick answered the email from his author-friend, typing in a greeting and a smiley-face into his phone, while the guys on screen introduced themselves and explained what was happening.
Joey Hamilton and Callum Masters, the mysterious guys on screen, told the boys they were in good hands for the moment, Nick would be a man they could trust.
Overhearing those words and seemingly overwhelmed, the bashful Gentleman asked:
”Why.... I mean .... how? ” and Callum just chuckled ”A certain author you know told me he would trust you!”
Joey, on screen, giggled as he threw in: ”And our drones didn’t pick up anything suspicious!”
”Drones?” Nick asked, as he jumped up and opened the door without thinking. ”Oh SHIT!” was all the boys heard as he slammed the door shut again.
Now the boys on screen openly laughed, and Callum said: ”I guess we better apologize. The drones just landed to be less visible, but we still see the space around you to warn you, just in case. We just need to ask you for a favor, Nick. Your old Ford has enough space in the rear to hide the boys. Would you bring them over to a secure location?”
Nick looked puzzled. He realized the drones had given those unknown boys very thorough information, but now Joey Hamilton added: ”Oh yes, your 1959 Ford Fairlane 500 Skyliner Retractable you bought new two years before you went to the Army and was deployed to Vietnam. The one your Mom drove until 1976 when she bought her Chevy Nova and you drove it home from Idaho to Washington State, Pasco, to be precise. You had a U-Haul with a trailer to move here ten years ago, if I’m not mistaken, and the Ford was with you all the time!”
Nick was speechless. The boys had uncovered information that even he had almost forgotten, but was totally accurate. Callum cut Joey off, chuckling : ”What he said! At least we know your a good guy, and just by pressing the button you can open up a spacious rear and the boys can hide inside.”
Nick slowly found his voice again, but stopped as Joey giggled once again: ”Just don’t try to open the roof!”
Now it was Nick’s turn to chuckle, while the three boys looked wide-eyed at him, puzzled, wondering, and a little scared. This time Smitty found his voice:
”Shit.... Who are you guys? You sound like a weird sexy CIA boy!” He ended with a cough as he realized what he had just blurted out loud, but the boys on screen just smiled as Jay now took over.
”Hey, I’m Jay.... you.... maybe even know me under my other name, Junior. The blushing guy with the foot in his mouth is Smitty, also known as Joey.... but that was not his idea!”
Callum interrupted, now all business: ”Please guys, we already know a lot. We will make sure you’re safe as soon as we can, so Nick, please, open the trunk of your trusted Ford and hide the boys in it. I suggest a blanket or two to cover the sharp edges, it won’t be very comfortable in there!”
Joey, also concentrating now, told the boys the drones showed nobody was outside, so the party moved, rapidly.
The surprisingly clean, huge and beautiful old Ford was waiting outside under a roof, and as the boys were hidden in the long back of the huge car and Nick started, three drones where escorting him, flying high above him, surrounding him like sheepdogs as he drove along.
Callum and Joey, now on speakerphone again, told him were to go.
Soon he reached a private airfield, catering jets of the wealthy and powerful, and he parked in a huge hangar next to a shiny Gulfstream G 650, a top of the line plane.
He looked around carefully as he opened the back of the Ford to let the boys climb out.
A young man, maybe just eighteen years old, dressed casually in jeans and a tank-top, stood by the plane and invited the boys in.” Hey guys, my name is Matt. I am here to pick you up and bring you to Los Angeles to meet Joey and Callum. Your nightmare is over! Welcome aboard!” 
The boys watched Nick, their hero, waving a ‘Good-Bye’, checking his phone. His friend, the author, had sent one of his usual emails to congratulate and thank his old friend and true super-fan.
After the speedo-clad boys had come on board they found some jeans and shirts. Matt chuckled as he spoke into a device they could not even see:
”Cabana Boys Mission Miami accomplished!”
And the Gulfstream departed, roaring away into a clear blue sky.