Chris hit the rewind button with an ever deepening frown forming on his lips. He hit the play button again and watched closely.
"What the fuck are you doing man?!" It was Duncan's voice but he was just out of screen shot. "It's ok honey, it's not like it's your first time."
The camera panned over to where the voices were coming from. Duncan was standing with his back to the camera and was blocking the other person from view. Duncan was then thrown violently against a tree and was pinned there by Mike who simply smiled, Duncan looked like he had locked up in pure terror by the mere sight of Mike
Duncan gave Mike a hard shove to try and put some space between himself and Mike but he had a hold of his wrist and twisted it causing him to turn enough for Mike to get a foot behind his knee and stepped down hard; forcing him to kneel.
"I thought I left you behind in juvie man! What the fuck are you doing here?!" Mike grinned down at Duncan paying no care to the question before leaning down to whisper something to him, it was too soft for any of the microphones to catch but Duncan's face went as white as a sheet before he sputtering out a quick "alright, alright. You win."
Duncan grimaced but proceeded to unzip Mike's pants and pull out his hardening dick, Mike then pulled out a cigarette and what looked like Duncan's lighter and lite it, taking a long drag off of it as Duncan started kissing along his dick. Mike leaned his head back with his eyes closed with a pleased look on his face.
"Mmmmhhh how I've missed you, it's been what? Two years since we've last seen each other? None of the bitches I have back home could suck it as well as you could." Duncan was bobbing his head on Mike's dick, taking him deeper into his mouth with every dip of his head.
Duncan pulled off long enough to spit out a "fuck you" before Mike pulled him back onto his cock. "Oh honey you have no idea how much I'd just love to make a joke about that right now, but I'm afraid we just don't have enough time." The camera zoomed in as much as it could, the film was a little grainy but I could still make out the slightly relived look on Duncan's face at the comment.
Mike took another long drag off his smoke before stubbing it out on the tree behind him and taking Duncan's head into his hands to really start fucking his mouth. Duncan gagged but seem to try and hold still and brace himself as much as he could to make it easier on himself. "None of my bitches could take it as well as you could, they'd always cry and moan about how much it hurt. They didn't even try. They can't take it as deep as you can either, and don't get me wrong; it felt great having them choke on my dick while trying to finish it, but I like my bitches to have a bit more fight to them like you did at first."
Duncan groaned in pain but it only seem to further encourage Mike who was almost slamming his hips into Duncan's face before he let out a soft moan as he pulled out. Duncan started retching but Mike clapped a hand over his mouth effectively stopping him. "Swallow it. Swallow it all." Duncan shuddered but after a moment he managed to swallowed it down. "That's better. Now as much as I'd love to stick around and remind you of how much fun we had back in juvie, I need to get back to that stupid clingy little red head before she comes looking for me again."
Mike tucked himself in and started walking away before he stopped and looked back at Duncan over his shoulder. "Clean yourself up." Mike fixed his clothes and walked away whistling that tune he seem to like. Duncan waited a few minutes, probably to make sure he was really gone before puking. That lasted a full minute before he wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve and smoothing out his clothing.
"Oh fuck. I thought I was finally free of him. I have to get out of here, a million dollars be damned." Duncan grunted to himself as he leaned back against the tree. "I do need the money, I could use it to leave the country. Cover my tracks so he can't find me, so he can't hurt me again." Duncan stood up on shaky legs and started back towards the camp.
Chris leaned back in his chair trying to think of how best to handle this. He needed to call the authorities first and foremost but he hesitated. This would be horrible publicity for the show. Not to mention the lawsuits that would likely come up as a result. Chris briefly entertained the idea of just brushing this under the rug and playing ignorant, but that came with too high of a risk of it blowing up in his face later.
He needed more information and he could only get that by talking to Duncan. With a plan in mind Chris reluctantly hauled himself out of the chair and left the monitoring room. After making sure he locked the door before he started off in the direction of the sleeping quarters. He walked into the loser's cabin quietly, he really didn't want to wake up the whole camp after all. Quickly spoting Duncan and to some more alarming extent, Mike beneath sleeping beneath him. He tapped him softly on the shoulder and asked him to follow him. Duncan scowled at the unusually quiet host for a moment before tiredly rolling off the top bunk to follow him.
"Chris? Man, do you have any idea what time it is right now?" Duncan's attitude was pretty understandable given the hellish challenge that he managed to survive earlier. It had been one of Chris's favorites but given the current circumstances he couldn't even enjoy it.
"2:34am"
Chris answered curtly as he continued to walk, the silence seem to be getting on Duncan's nerves and he grumply interrogated the morse show host. "Seriously Chris, what's going on?" But Chris wouldn't answer. Duncan was quickly going from agitation over being woken up to nervous as Chris's down right refusal to answer anything became evident.
Duncan bit the inside of his cheek while Chris unlocked the door that when opened revealed dark monitoring room, he stood aside and motioned for Duncan to go in with a stern look that said that this was not up for debate. Duncan reluctantly walked into the room with Chris following him and shutting the door behind them both with an audible clicking of the door. Chris walked over to his chair and sat down and motioned for Duncan to do the same with a nearby chair. When Duncan got settled in Chris finally spoke up.
"So. Is there anything you wanna tell me?" Duncan seemed bemused by the question and shook his head having no better idea of what to do. "Are you sure? Nothing? Nothing at all?" Duncan stayed quiet but he was clearly starting to sweat under the show host's scrutiny "Duncan. You can stop lying to me; I know." Duncan frowned outwardly but on the inside his mind screamed in terror as the possibilities raced through his mind.
Chris looked at him for a long moment before dropping the act with one word. "Mike." To Chris's surprise Duncan didn't react at all, he just sat there with a far off look in his eyes. It soon became apparent that is was just the calm before the storm as Duncan's eyes rapidly became more focused and terrified. "What do you mean you know?" The question was soft with an unsettling hint of mirth to it. Before Chris could even process this Duncan stood up with a grin that grew more and more strained as he spoke.
"You actually think you know something about that?" He gave a sharp bark of sardonic laughter "no, I don't think you know anything about me and Mike." "I've seen what he's done to you Duncan." Chris nodded his head back towards the bank of monitors as Duncan's strained smile went flat, his voice dropping an octave as if a horrible realization over came him in that moment. "You saw that did you?" Chris did his best to keep as neutral an expression on his face as he could but Duncan's rapid shifts in mood were putting him on edge.
"Duncan I watched the whole thing on the recording. I saw what happened and I can't ignore this. We need to deal with it properly." Duncan's eyes shrank to pinpricks "you said something about a recording? How many copies do you have?" "What?" "I said how many copies of it do you have Chris?" Duncan's tone was strained but Chris refused to answer him.
Something in Duncan seem to snap as he turned on his heel and ran out of the small monitoring room, Chris jumping out of his chair to give chase but he was harshly shoved aside by Duncan who elbowed his way past the older man. Chris didn't see the large rock he held until Duncan started smashing the monitoring equipment with several hard strikes. By the time Chris had recovered and knocked the rock away it was far too late. The bank of monitors and equipment were nothing more then smoking wrecks of scrap metal and broken glass.
"Dude! Do you have any idea what you've done?! Or how much that cost?!" Duncan huffed with the exertion but was satisfied that the monitors were no more. He turned to Chris with an eerie half smile, "no monitors, no proof." Chris made to argue but he was right, he didn't think to make any copies and there was no way he'd be able to recover anything from the remains.
Chris could only gape at the smoking remains of his monitor as Duncan turned to face him. This had gotten way out of hand, he needed to calm Duncan down before he turned his manic aggression towards him. "Easy Duncan, you were right. The video is gone. The only copy was just smashed to bits by a rock." Chris couldn't help but grumble that last part before going back to his calm and gentle tone. The smoking ruins of his monitoring equipment were hissing and giving staticy pops behind him. Duncan seem to actually relax a little but Chris didn't trust him not to attack again. "We need to go to the police about this, I can help you but only if you'll let me."
Duncan gave a little mirthless snort at Chris's words clearly unconvinced. After a moment Duncan's demeanor seem to change again. "I'm not going to the police about this, there's nothing they could do about this anyways but I can't have you doing it either." Chris narrowed his eyes as a feeling of uncertainty overcame him. "What's that supposed to mean Duncan?" Duncan didn't answer instead choosing to walk towards Chris, this resulted in Chris backing away from him until he tripped and fell back into his chair.
"You're gonna keep quiet about this. This is to make sure of it." Duncan kissed Chris hard catching the older man off guard, he nipped softly at Chris's lip causing him to give a little gasp of surprise, Duncan wasted no time in jamming his tongue in the shocked man's mouth. Before Chris could even think to do anything Duncan pulled away and dropped to his knees, unzipping the front of Chris's rapidly tightening cargo pants. With the host's hard dick now free of his pants it almost throbbed in Duncan's hand while he gave it a few pumps.
Chris was ready to protest when Duncan gave his cock a good long lick on the underside, any protest Chris might have had died on his lips and was replaced with a soft groan of pleasure. Duncan took the tip of his dick into his mouth swirling his tongue tip before slowly taking it deeper into his mouth. Chris buried a hand into Duncan's hair intending to pull him away but his weakening will prevented it. Duncan for his part started taking him deeper and faster into his throat making it even more difficult for the show host to try and pull him off.
While he hated to admit it, Duncan was damn good at this. Chris grimised at the thought of how he got to be this skilled but it was quickly being shoved down by how good it felt. He had been so busy running the show that finding a decent partner for a night was pretty hard to come by and his lust for release refused to let him stop it.
A part of his mind screamed at him to stop this, this was only making thing worse but the rest of his body refused to get with the program. The combination of a lack of sex and the fact that Duncan was currently deep throating him brought this terrible situation to its rather sudden end. Duncan gagged and spat as Chris slumped a little in his chair. Duncan wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist and glared at the older man, "remember McLean, not a word about this to anyone." With one last glare he walked out of the small room and back towards the cabins to try and get some sleep.
Chris leaned back in his padded chair looking at the acrid smelling remains of his monitoring equipment. This was worse than before but he would deal with it later. For now he needed a shower and a nap. The challenge tomorrow is off, he's just not in the mood anymore.
Duncan walked into the cabin and climbed up to his bed quietly as he could as not to wake up Mal. He thought he was in the clear for all of five minutes before a soft voice spoke up from the bed beneath him, crushing any hopes for a peaceful night's sleep.
"What were you doing with sweetheart?" Duncan's eyes snapped open as a chill ran down his spine. "He wanted to talk about something." Duncan's curt answer didn't end the conversation liked he had hoped as Mal's voice grew bitter, "what did you two talk about? The best way to suck cock or how much better it is when your sucking me off and not him?" Duncan felt a ball of ice drop into the pit of his stomach "I told you earlier what would happen if you cheated on me you little slut. What did I say to you again?" Duncan felt a hard shiver rack his body as he found his shaky voice "If I ever cheated, you would fuck me until no one else could satisfy me, I would never be able to come again without you." Mal's chuckle floated up to Duncan and were like salt being thrown on fresh wounds. "It seems like you and I have a date now don't we?" Mal's tone was deceptively sweet but Duncan could sense the venom behind the soft words. Duncan felt like the skin on his back was on fire, like Mal's stare was burning a hole through the mattress straight into his back.
Thinking quickly Duncan said the first thing that came to mind. "It was just to keep him quiet. He wanted me to go to the cops, he even had a video of what happened earlier today." Duncan took a breath and took Mal's silence as his cue to continue. "I destroyed his only copy and smashed his monitoring equipment for good measure. Blowing him was just extra insurance to keep him quiet. You know I'd never do it willing with anyone but you, I was just looking out for us I swear." Duncan rambled out desperately to Mal who stayed silent the whole time. Every one of his nerves were on high alert and a growing tightness in his chest he could only pray that Mal might buy it.
Duncan heard a huffing sigh under him and the burning feeling eased, the pain in his chest lessen as Mal spoke "it has been at least two years since we've been together, I might need to re-teach you some old lessons. And a few new ones while I'm at it slut. Really remind you who your fine ass belongs to. We'll start tomorrow, get some sleep and get used to sleeping on your stomach while your at it, your ass is going to be very sore for a long time."
Duncan almost felt relief flood him. Almost. This is going to suck.