Baby Boy 2: Corrupted

opened the door.
    “Mr. Jules?” Rex said with surprise. “What are you doing here?”
    “Your Dad sent me with some money,” the grizzly old drunk said with alcohol vapors coming out of his mouth. “Can I come in?”
    Mr. Jules was a man that was always around his house growing up. Why he was there, Rex was never sure. Whenever he would leave his Dad would always refer to him as a 'god damn fuckin' pervert.' But in spite of his hatred for the man, Rex's Dad would never stop him from coming back. It was like Rex's Dad owed Mr. Jules some sort of debt that he couldn't escape.
    “Your Dad told me you were in town workin' for him,” the rough-faced gray-beard said.
    “Yeah, I stopped up for a bit,” Rex said more nervously than if it had been a hit man.
    “He told me that you been doing a lot of jobs for him; you and your friend.”
    “What about it?” Rex asked not realizing that he was backing up.
    “He told me this story that he had sent you to deliver some queer to these three men, and the next thing he knew you were letting those queers do all sorts of things to you.”
    Rex sized up Mr. Jules. The old man wasn't much taller than him but he was a lot thicker. Rex had lived a tough life, but his father had told him a story about how Mr. Jules had once nearly beaten a man to death with his bare hands. Rex didn't think that he was stronger than that.
    “I don't know what he's been tellin' you, but that's not true.”
    “You know. For years I bin tellin' your old man, there was something queer about you. And I said to him when he finds out for sure, I was the one that should have first crack at you. Your Dad never listened to me, tellin' me about how he watched you fuck some of his whores. But now here you are letting some fuckin' queers shove things up in you and likin' it.
    I bin watchin' you. When you were twelve years old you were a pretty thing. And when you were 14 I almost took you right then. If it wasn't for your old man's promise to let me have you later, I would have. But now, with you all grown up, all swelled up in all the right places, you're ripe and it's time for me to do some pluckin'.”
    Rex backed his way around the room. He knew his father had sent Mr. Jules. He was sure that the men at the beach house had told his father that there was a second blonde boy and his father wouldn't have had to guess who it was.
    Now, as his father always said he would, he made Rex one of his whores to sell out as he saw fit. Backing his way around the room, he knew that there was no one on earth that could protect him from his old man.
    ”Mr. Jules, please just give me the money and let me go.”
    “I bin waitin' a long time for you, boy. And I ain't about ta let you go now.”
    “Please Mr. Jules, just keep the money and I'll leave. You could have it all. I don't want the money.”
    “You think I care about money? After all these years of waitin' you think I care about money? No, your daddy bin protectin' you long enough. It's time for you to show me the same respect that your daddy did.”
    A realization began to sweep across Rex's mind when it was interrupted by the bathroom door opening. Both men turned to find Baby Boy standing just inside the bedroom completely naked.
    “What the…” Mr. Jules said staring at the creamy white young boy with the huge dangling cock between his legs. “Is this some type of trick?” Mr. Jules says walking in front of Baby. “What you got some type of time machine or somethin'?”
    Rex struggled to understand why Baby Boy had come out naked and why Mr. Jules reacted like he did.
    “Do you see this one, Rex? It's like I'm looking at you when you were sixteen.”
    Rex didn't understand what Mr. Jules was talking about until he looked over at Baby Boy again. This time it came rushing to him. That's who he looks like, Rex thought. I knew him because he always stared back at me in the mirror. Baby Boy was him at sixteen down to the hair, the build and the farmer's tan. Baby Boy was him. Rex's mouth slowly dropped open.
    “Then maybe you want me instead?” Baby said offering himself up to the old man.
    “Yes, I do,” he replied with a smile.
    “No,” Rex said instinctually. “Who you want is me. I'm the one you wanted. I've always been the one you wanted.” Rex began to take off his clothes. “Come here, I'll give you everything you wanted.”
    Mr. Jules began to smile. “Between the both of you? How could I choose?”
    “Then you can have us both,”