"C'mon, why don't you sit down and have a drink?"

I lowered the camera slightly, holding back a sigh of annoyance. Yeah, I know he's just trying to be friendly, but it makes my job harder. "Jim. You're supposed to pretend I'm not here."

He shrugged, then lifted a bottle of beer to his lips, taking a sip lazily. I admired the way his mouth looked around the bottle. "But we're in a bar, and nothing interesting is going to happen here. Just sit down and enjoy yourself."

All I did was shake my head before raising the camera again. I admit I've done what he suggests before, but despite Jim's doubts, I have a reason for staying so attentive to my job right now. Only a few seats away from Jim, Roy is staring daggers into his back, and my camera-man senses are tingling. Something is going to happen, I just know it.

Jim started talking again at the same time Roy stood up, and I had to make a choice as to who I should point the camera at. I chose Jim, but immediately regretted it. He was just blabbing about Pam being in New York for art school again, which he had been doing ever since she left a few weeks ago. When I looked back up at where Roy had been sitting, it seemed he was nowhere in sight. Fuck. I felt my heart sink, feeling as though accompanying Jim to the bar was going to be a waste of time after all. Oh well. Maybe we can still use the clip of Roy staring at Jim's back.

Jim excused himself and I set my camera on the counter, watching him walk to the bathroom. As soon as he was out of sight I grabbed his beer and took a few sips, not caring that I was on the job anymore. I doubt Jim would mind that I stole his half-empty beer, we're actually kinda close. It's hard not to grow a connection with a person you're around almost every day. Especially when that person is attractive.

Honestly, I'm not sure why I did it. Maybe it was because Jim was taking a suspiciously long bathroom break, or maybe I really do have some sort of camera-man sense. Either way, after five minutes of sitting alone I suddenly grabbed my camera with purpose and headed towards the bathroom. Now, don't get me wrong, I wasn't at all planning on entering the bathroom with my camera, because… Well, you know, because that's illegal and all. I was just planning on turning off the camera and walking in to check on Jim. But it was what I heard outside the bathroom door that made me hesitate, my finger over the off button.

"Roy, please don't do this-"

"Shut up Halpert, this is your fault."

Carefully, I cracked the door open just enough for me to see. And oh my God, did I see. Roy was standing behind Jim, forcefully pressing the smaller male against the bathroom wall in a rather sexual fashion with both hands pinned down, his face close to the other's ear. I heard Roy growl in a deep voice, "You took away my girl, Halpert. You ruined everything." He started pushing Jim's pants down with one hand. "I think it's about time I fucked up your life too."

It occurred to me as I raised the camera at the two men that I'm kinda a terrible person. Honestly, I don't think that's my fault though. With this kind of job, it's hard not to be a terrible person. I mean, the whole point is to follow people around and reveal their most inner thoughts and secrets. How do you do that without becoming morally corrupted?

But I admit, this is a completely different level of immoral for me. I watched, hypnotized, as Jim whimpered and begged for some other punishment- Any other punishment. "Roy, please, I can't-"

"You don't have a choice, boy." Roy spit on his hand, then slowly caressed Jim's asshole. I noticed Jim visible shiver at the action and his whining increased rapidly, but Roy's other hand covered his mouth. A small grin went across my face as I realized Jim's hands were completely free now (though he's still pressed against the wall), yet he wasn't struggling to escape.

A loud, perverted-sounding gasp came from Jim's covered mouth as Roy inserted two fingers, stretching out his hole. "You ever done this before, Jim?" Roy growled as he worked another finger in. "Seems suspiciously loose to me."

Damn, this is hot. I couldn't resist caressing myself through my pants as I watched Jim slowly give into his urges. His body tensed every time the fingers went back in, and noises came from him every now and then.

"Um, excuse me?" I turned around and quickly dissuaded someone from going to the bathroom (while sporting a hard-on, mind you) and by the time I got back to the show the good part was starting. Roy was lubing his large dick with his saliva, positioning himself behind Jim, who looked unsure what to do. While lifting my camera I accidentally hit the door, making a loud noise and causing me to flinch. I stood completely still, counting the seconds as I waited to see if they heard me, not daring to look through the half-opened door in fear of what I'd find.

"Come in," Roy called out, making my insides twist. They know I'm there. I've been caught. For a second I debated just walking away, but something inside me didn't want that.

Slowly, I walked into the bathroom, my face red and the camera dangling at my side. Roy grinned as he saw me, but I was much more focused on Jim's reaction, who seemed mainly embarrassed more than anything. "Good," Roy purred as he gripped Jim's shoulders tightly, making the other man squeak. "Video this." He grunted, not even bothering to look at me to see if I comply. I do though, of course.

"No!" Jim whimpered, looking at me in desperation. "Please, I don't want people to-"

He was cut off as Roy roughly pushed himself inside Jim's body, making him yell out in pain. "Quiet," Roy hissed, covering his victim's mouth. Another thrust, and Jim groaned, his hands trying desperately to find something to grip besides the wall. The two men panted as both made noises of pleasure, and I started groping myself again.

"Look at the camera, Halpert!" Roy growled into Jim's ear. "We now have photographic proof you're the cheating bitch I pegged you to be." All Jim could do was moan as the larger male thrust into him over and over again, and he felt himself getting closer to the edge. I could tell Roy was getting close too. His muscles tensed as he let loose a grunt of pleasure, before leaning down to Jim's ear again. "You're my bitch now, right Halpert?

Jim gasped as he felt Roy's hands tighten around his shoulders, and moaned loudly. "Say you're my bitch, Halpert!" Roy yelled into his ear as he thrust wildly into the other male, not holding back anymore. "Say it!"

"Fuck!" Jim gasped, and I swear he looked at me for a second, as if trying to tell me something. Then another thrust made him moan loudly, and he reached his breaking point. "Okay! I'm your bitch! Please!" He let loose a noise of pure pleasure as he sprayed all over the wall, and it was only a few seconds after that Roy himself exploded, releasing himself inside the smaller male. The two men bathed in the after-glow for a minute before Roy pulled himself out, making Jim whimper ever so slightly. Cum leaked onto the floor, and I realized just how big of a mess they made.

Roy walked over to me and clapped my shoulder, seemingly oblivious that he's still naked. "Good show, huh? Make sure to send me that video." Pulling his pants up, Roy was already halfway out the door before he heard his name.

"Roy! Wait!"

Turning around, Roy stared at Jim, and I saw an expression of pride come over his face. Jim was a complete mess. He had collapsed onto the ground, still leaking Roy's cum and his chest covered in his own, and had an expression on I could only describe as lost. A tiny bit of bitterness swelled inside me as I knew what Roy was thinking: I did that to him. Then a different feeling I couldn't exactly identify hit me as I realized I myself helped that happen too. Or at least, I didn't stop him.

"Could…" Jim stuttered, looking confused and maybe even ashamed. "I want to do that again sometime."

A grin took over Roy's face and he laughed. "God, you really are a bitch. Sure Halpert, call me sometime. I might answer." And with those final words he walked out the door, not caring about the mess he left behind, or the person for that matter.

I slowly walked up to Jim, feeling bad as I watched him sit on the floor in such a pathetic way, motionless. "You okay?" I whispered, but what kind of question was that really? Jim was raped. Or at least, it started as rape. He was most certainly not okay.

So I was surprised when he looked at me with a half-hearted smile. "Actually, yeah. I think so."

"What?"

Jim's eyes seemed to lose focus for a second, then he shrugged. "I'm okay. I mean, I'm sure tomorrow morning things will be different but…" He hesitated, then looked at me thoughtfully. "As of right now, I'm feeling pretty good."

I helped Jim up, and he shakily thanked me before wiping himself off and putting back on his clothes. He didn't even bother trying to fix his hair before heading towards the door, but then he paused and turned around, facing me. I flinched, wondering if he was going to punch me, but instead he just grabbed the camera from my hands and took out the memory card.

"I think I'll keep this," Jim said in a low voice, and the look in his eyes told me not to argue with him. He handed the camera back, then walked off. Despite the possible loss of my friendship with Jim and the missing memory chip I'd have to explain away to the rest of the camera crew, it made me smile, knowing Jim was probably going to keep the footage for personal purposes.

But what am I supposed to tell Roy?