Phobias

by Ryan Horvath

  Once Griff was out of sight, Miedo knew he would never again see the young man he hoped would become a capable apprentice and then a worthy master of fear. He sighed and looked into the two-way mirror in time to see the glass tremble. He knew that meant that the air pressure had shifted on the other side and that someone had entered over there. He wondered who it was but guessed it was probably another FBI agent and Chad Dean.

  He sighed, smiled, and said, “Welcome, gentlemen.” In his mind he said Let’s get this show on the road.

  ~~48~~

  The first one of the FBI agents began his questioning much like Griff did. “So why did you do it?” Agent Fox said. He was tall, lanky, and in his mid-thirties. His hair was just starting to show speckles of gray throughout and the skin on his face looked like he had probably reached the point where he had better quit smoking cigarettes or he was going to get that leathery pallor that comes with a decades-long affair with tobacco. His suit was wrinkled from the ride in but his tie was cinched tightly around his neck. “I mean, the story Chad, Holly, and Calvin are telling is pretty ridiculous. Pretty hard to believe. Especially given who they are. But then there’s the body of their friend. What was his name?” Agent Fox asked one of the local cops.

  “Walt,” the cop said. Sadness was written on his face. “He used to help my kid with his homework.”

  “That’s right,” Agent Fox said. “We found Walt’s body pretty much right where it fell. Had to shoo some vultures away from pickin’ at it and…”

  Miedo choked, obviously holding back laughter.

  Agent Fox’s eyes narrowed in anger. “And I don’t believe they killed their friend. From what I’m told by the locals here, those four were like a family. In fact, I don’t believe they did a lot of the things they’re accused of.” His eyes narrowed even further and he leaned in. “Do you wanna start from the beginning?”

  Miedo tilted his head and then looked toward the two-way mirror. “Is Chad in there?” he asked. “Holly?”

  “No,” Fox said. “The three of them are just as detained as you are… Calvin sure isn’t going anywhere too quickly for a while. Holly’s in a little better shape, but not much. Chad seems ok, but he keeps saying he wants a drink.”

  Miedo chuckled again and shook his head. “What a fucking loser,” he said. “You should probably lock him up because, if you let him go, he’ll fall off the wagon so hard that the ground will split right under his bony ass.”

  “How did you meet Chad?” Fox asked.

  “Through his wife,” Miedo replied.

  “Marcia Dean?” Fox asked.

  “Yes,” Miedo said.

  “Chad says you killed her,” Fox continued. “Did you?”

  “I guess, technically, no. I didn’t. That stupid cunt killed herself,” Miedo said. Obvious regret crossed his face.

  “The case file on that is unfortunately gone. It all happened real close to the time the computers went to shit and the Minneapolis police couldn’t offer much help,” Agent Fox said. “Chad says you had something to do with that too… with the computer fiasco.”

  Miedo’s eyes gleamed and he smirked. “I suppose I did.”’

  “Why did you do that?” Agent Fox said. “A lot of people got hurt and a lot of people died. Not to mention you set the country… no, the world back twenty years or more.”

  “I was merely trying to erase my true identity,” Miedo said. “When I was with poor Mitchell…”

  “Mitchell?” Fox said and cocked an eyebrow.

  “He’s the guy who designed the worm. Bright kid, but, in my professional opinion, he spent too much time on the computer,” Miedo said. He stifled a chuckle.

  “We’ll come back to Mitchell,” Fox said. “So… hiding your true identity.” He made air quotation marks. “What is your true identity? Chad and the others tell me your name is Dr. Justin Andrews.”

  “They speak the truth,” Miedo said. “That was the name I was given.” He wasn’t much interested in holding back any longer.

  “Then before I charge you for a long list of crimes that will include murder, attempted murder, assault, medical misconduct and malpractice, treason, and a fucking act of terrorism right here on American soil, I want to hear everything there is to know about you, Dr. Andrews.”

  Miedo and the law enforcement officers were silent for almost a full minute before Miedo spoke. “Who’s on the other side of the glass?”

  Agent Fox turned and looked at the two-way. The he turned back and faced Miedo. “Dr. Andrews, I am a seasoned SAIC of the FBI of the United States of America. And this other agent here is right up there with Homeland Security. There are a few people in that room over there, but two of them are particularly interested in hearing what you have to say first-hand before I get to take you away.” He paused, and anger flashed across his face. “You see, according to the EPA and some of the other alphabet science agencies that are back on their feet, the bomb that went off out in the desert was pretty bad. Chad Dean said you brought it in and that you thought it was just a dirty bomb.” He snickered. “Just a dirty bomb… as if that would be okay. No. The thing you brought in was a bit more than that. The science geeks say that area is bright with radioactive activity. Chad Dean is fucking lucky he got the thing down in that hole or the whole town of Hillsboro would be cooking right now. Even still, it’s being evacuated as we speak. So’s everything within a thirty mile area. So when you bring a nuclear bomb onto American soil, you attract a lot of attention, and the two people in the other room who want to hear your story… well… one is the Attorney General. He probably wants to decide whether to build a case against you or to just toss you in a pit with the worst animals in custody. And the other person. a fine woman, is POTUS.”

  Miedo raised his eyebrows in surprise. The President of The United States was here. And she wanted to hear his story.

  “So talk, Dr. Andrews,” Agent Fox said. “What’s going on in that fucked up little head of yours?” He extended a long index finger and jabbed Miedo in the forehead with it.

  With a flash that would have rivaled a cobra strike, Miedo twisted fast, clamped his teeth around the Agent’s finger, and bit down hard. “He tasted blood and felt the flesh tear as blood splashed him. He heard Fox shriek in surprise and agony as he tried to pull away. The other agent and the two cops in the room raced over, and Miedo knew there were probably others just outside so, before they could grab him, he released Fox’s finger from the clamp of his jaw.

  Fox fell back into the Homeland agent and shouted profanity while he reeled his arm in to protect it.

  Miedo began laughing. Blood stained his teeth and lips and dripped from his chin. “You want to know about me, agent? You want to know about me too, Madame President?” he said, glaring at the two way. “Then grab some popcorn and gather around.” He laughed maniacally again and then started talking.

  ~~49~~

  Justin Devin Andrews was born in Fridley, Minnesota on March 3rd, 1982. His parents were normal and down-to-earth Northerners. His father worked at the post office and his mother was an elementary school teacher. They were decent parents and they provided well for their only child. Justin grew up with the usual toys and television programs. He played rookie baseball and then little league. He stayed away from the contact sports like football and hockey. He went to school, earned decent grades, and kept a group of friends all through elementary school. Everything was pretty normal for Justin throughout his childhood.

  When he turned twelve, he got his first boner; or, the first boner he remembered getting or was consciously aware of. It was summertime and school had just let out for the year.

  A young couple moved into the house next to the Andrews family. Both were in their early twenties and it became known on the block that they were newlyweds. Shortly after their arrival, they installed a hot tub in their back yard. The Andrews house had three windows that looked down into the neighboring backyard and two of them were the frosted glass of bathroom windows. The third
window was in Justin’s bedroom. One night, the neighbors, whose names were Marcus and Olivia, were in their hot tub.

  Around the same time school let out, Justin began noticing adults differently and recognizing when one was visually stimulating. He found both genders appealed to him. He was still pretty young and unsure of himself but in the 1990’s people were more open-minded than they were in the 1940s and 50s and his parents had never pressed or encouraged Justin to favor one sexual orientation or another. And he wasn’t. He remembered watching his neighbors that night and coming to the realization that he was probably bisexual.

  The night of his first remembered erection, Justin saw Marcus and Olivia exit their house. They were naked, and that’s when Justin became certain of his bisexuality. He found each of them equally enticing.

  Olivia was thin with olive-colored skin like her namesake. She had long legs and straight dark brown hair that went to her shoulders. Her breasts were the size of grapefruits and rested on her chest immune to the effects of gravity. She was shapely with more curves than Justin could count, and her muscles were well-toned. Between her legs, she was completely hairless and Justin remembered straining to see all the different folds she possessed there.

  He found Marcus just as stimulating. Marcus was almost six feet tall with a broad chest and wide stance. Justin suspected he was Irish because his skin was light, he was dusted with freckles, and he had short wavy red hair. Along the ridge of his jaw and his chin he wore a well-maintained beard. His chest and back were smooth and his legs and arms had a fine covering of hair. Justin had once seen his own father naked and he had a good deal of hair on his rear end, but Marcus’s behind was smooth. His legs looked powerful, and between his legs, protruding from a neatly-trimmed thatch of red hair hung a large pair of testicles and a penis that was the largest Justin would see until he encountered Calvin Vale.

  From his bedroom window, Justin watched as Olivia took hold of Marcus and worked him to a fully aroused state. That was when Justin’s own penis stood up for the first time as well. He was surprised to see the tip of Marcus’s erection surpass his navel when Marcus and Olivia pressed together in embrace. To compare, Justin remembered pressing his own boner against his abdomen and saw it fell short of his navel by about an inch.

  He watched Marcus and Olivia the entire time they were in their backyard that night. To his pleasured surprise, Justin learned that Olivia didn’t mind any of the places Marcus put his penis. She liked it orally, and really appeared to love it when Marcus alternated between her vagina and her rear end, which Justin didn’t even know could be penetrated. After Marcus had vigorously used both of Olivia’s orifices, bringing her to multiple orgasms, Justin looked down at himself and saw his own organ oozing a steady stream of clear fluid. Justin thought they were finished but, when Olivia pulled out a fake penis, and used it and her tongue, on Marcus’s rear end eliciting a copious amount of thick white fluid from him, a lot of which she caught in her mouth, Justin saw his own white fluid also pumping out of him while waves of pleasure radiated from between his legs. He had his first sex show, erection, and orgasm, all in less than ninety minutes.

  The next few nights provided additional shows, and Justin quickly learned the pleasures they each liked. On their fifth outing in the backyard, Justin couldn’t help himself, so he snuck out of his house as soon as he heard his parents go to bed. He was going to get into Marcus and Olivia’s back yard that night. He wanted to see them better, to hear them better. Justin wanted to smell the fragrances they made while they indulged in one another.

  Olivia’s orgasms sounded exquisite that night.

  Fluids spilled from between her legs onto Marcus during her climaxes. Justin hadn’t been able to see her do this from his bedroom window. Justin thought it smelled like honey as it wafted over to him.

  Olivia pulled herself off of Marcus and moved herself to squat over his face. Marcus buried his tongue into her and she gasped.

  Justin gasped at this too, louder than he expected to, and Olivia heard him. A second later she saw him.

  And instead of stopping her carnal acts to scold the young neighbor boy who was watching from the bushes, she accentuated them. Then she beckoned to Justin.

  And as if caught in her siren song, Justin slipped out of the bushes and went to them. He was certain Marcus would kill him on sight, but he couldn’t resist the look in Olivia’s eyes; the smell she produced, and the sounds Marcus was making as his face explored between her legs.

  With her eyes, Olivia directed Justin to come in behind her and straddle Marcus. When he was in position, she grabbed hold of his young manhood and pressed it into her. Justin was overwhelmed with pleasure as he soon found himself enjoying the same alternation Marcus had been experienced. Justin slid from Olivia’s vagina to her anus and back. To Justin’s surprise, Marcus never moved his face and, in fact, often pulled Justin from Olivia and took him in his mouth before reinserting him into her.

  Justin was powerless to resist an explosive orgasm. When he was finished pumping, he moved back and sat on Marcus’s stomach. Olivia moved too, and they all panted in the warm air.

  “He’s really young, Liv,” Marcus said, as he licked his lips. “And I kinda like it.”

  “I know,” Olivia said with excitement in her eyes. “I like it too. He’s just perfect!” She reached over and pinched Justin’s cheeks. “It sure took you long enough to come on down though,” she said to Justin.

  “I… I… I…,” Justin stammered.

  “It’s okay,” Olivia said. She leaned over and began to kiss Marcus. Soft groans escaped her as she savored the flavors that were on his skin. “We want you to come over as often as you want.”

  “Yeah, little buddy,” Marcus agreed. “Now let’s have you try something new so I can get off too.”

  ~*~0~0~*~

  “That was the first time I ever took it up the ass,” Justin said from the hospital bed. “And man, did I like it!” He glanced over to the two-way. “You ever take it up the ass, Madame President?”

  Knowing he wouldn’t hear her answer, Miedo went on.

  ~*~0~0~*~

  It turned out sexual deviance was not all Marcus and Olivia had in mind when they brought young Justin Andrews into their lives, home, and bed. Justin found that out soon enough and, when he did, he was beyond the ability to care. By the end of that summer, he was convinced he was in love with them and them with him, and Justin was sure the three of them would be together forever.

  A summer and autumn of blissful debauchery passed but, when the winter came, it all changed.

  By that point, Justin’s path had been forever altered.

  ~*~0~0~*~

  “It should have surprised no one, least of all Olivia, that Marcus was more than a little fucked up,” Miedo went on. “But she sure was surprised when…”

  ~*~0~0~*~

  Olivia found out that winter that Marcus was doing a lot of things behind her back that she didn’t like. “Didn’t like” was an understatement. She didn’t care for any of it at all. She ranted about it to Justin while she guzzled down three glasses of wine and stalked around her kitchen on the night of the discovery.

  She happened to walk past the den that Marcus had taken for his own man cave. He kept it pretty Spartan with just a pair of recliners, a bookshelf with a mixture of hard and soft cover books on it, and an entertainment system that was made up of his flat screen television, sound bar, and PS4. And there was also a framed print on the far wall. When Olivia walked past, she noticed the frame was hanging badly askew and it looked considerably out of place in such a neat room, so she went to straighten it.

  The first time she adjusted the frame, it slid back to the unbalanced position. Olivia righted it again and it reverted. Sighing, Olivia seized both sides of the frame and pulled it from the wall, intending to see what the frame was hanging with.

  But, when she peered behind the frame, she was astonished by what she saw.

  A wall safe with a combinat
ion dial on it.

  Knowing Marcus like she did, it didn’t take Olivia long to figure out the combination to the safe. She wasn’t prepared for what she found inside.

  Cash. Seven stacks of wrapped hundred dollar bills. With the cash were two men’s wedding bands, each as dazzling as the one Olivia had put on Marcus’s finger earlier in the year. And, also like the ring she’d betrothed herself to him with, these other two rings were inscribed on the inside. It appeared that Marcus was married to two other people. He had another wife and a husband.

  Olivia raged about his duplicity while she drank. She’d pulled all the cash out of the safe and plopped it on the kitchen counter. Justin watched, feeling sympathetic but also intrigued. And he’d never seen so much money in his life. The sight of it made his heart race.

  Olivia vowed to get even with Marcus. She raged about all she had given up to live with a low-level executive, and then she raged about how Marcus probably lied about what he did for work, given the amount of money that was there.

  It didn’t take her long to become so enraged that she began talking about murdering the son of a bitch. At first she tried to rationalize it as a normal reaction. But then she kept commenting on ways she could do it. Her mood soured with every passing minute and every drop of wine while she waited for Marcus to return so she could tear into him. But then she got an idea.

  ~*~0~0~*~

  “’You can kill him,’ she told me,” Miedo said. “’You’re barely a teenager. Think about it. They’d never do anything to you. Especially not after we tell them what he did to you… sexually… how he forced you to fuck around with him.’

  “I was never forced into anything,” Miedo said to the rapt eyes he could see in the room. “I was a horny pre-teen boy just like any other, but I just happened to get involved with two adults. Back in the old days, that wouldn’t have been a problem for a teenager to mess around with adults in their twenties. But even at that age, I was very smart…”