Page 7 of Nothing But the Night (Basic Instincts 2)

Jason was determined to provide it.

He closed the tabs on Marc and opened a new window, this time searching for ‘Hart Stone Hot-4-Fans’. Nadine would base her story around Theo’s sex work, so that’s where he’d have to start. He soon discovered that Hart Stone had profiles on more than one adult platform. It was distasteful that they were all still open to new subscribers. He guessed that Marc hadlimited knowledge of how these websites worked and probably didn’t know where to begin to get them closed down. Jason made a note to start the process in the morning, but, for now, he needed access.

He took out subscriptions on each of the sites and began to work through them, video by video. The bulk of Theo’s content was solo stuff—wanking, showing off, playing with a variety of dildos. He wasn’t interested in any of those just yet, and instead focused on the clips where he appeared with other performers.

The first was titledCummer X ruins my tight boy hole. Jason clicked on the video and began to take notes. Cummer X was a muscular black man with an enormous cock. They were obviously in a hotel room. Jason paused the clip to study the room, searching for any small details that might give away where they were. They’d been smart enough to remove the bed runners and pillows bearing any motif. They had also cleared the dresser of room service menus and tourist information. From the size of the room, and the quality of the bedding and décor, this was no cheap motel. Jason scribbled a note—hotel 4 stars and above?

He restarted the clip and concentrated on what he could hear.

Theo’s dialogue was cringy. “Destroy this white boy pussy with your big black cock.” Despite the bad porn histrionics, his northern accent came through clearly.

Cummer X bent the white boy over the dresser and pounded his arse mercilessly.

“Take this big black cock,” Cummer said. His delivery was as stiff as his dick, but Jason noted another northeast accent. If they were both local boys, then it was highly likely they had shot this in one of the nearby hotels. The Vermont? Theo had been close to therewhen he was hit by the car that had killed him. He scribbled more notes.

The camera swept between Cummer’s legs to get a clear shot of his cock sliding in and out of Theo and his balls slapping his underside with each inward thrust. That meant they hadn’t filmed themselves with cameras on tripods. There was at least one other person in the room with them.

Jason updated his notes and got up to make another vodka and Coke. He had a massive task ahead. He’d have to go through each of these collaborations and find out how many other performers Theo regularly worked with, then it would be a process of cross-referencing with their accounts and social media profiles to see if he could contact any of them.

If he could speak to Cummer X or any of the other models, he’d gain valuable insight into Theo’s life. The more he discovered, the more he’d be able to help Marc.

It was going to be a long night with no guarantee that he would find anything, but Jason would not be deterred. He hit play on the next clip.

Chapter Four

Hostile Reception

Jason was surprised to check his messages the following morning and discover that, of the eight men he’d reached out to overnight, two had already replied. Cummer X and a guy who performed under the name of Trace Grey. Trace was one of Theo’s more unlikely co-stars. A pale-skinned, thin young man with a sour expression. He would never have troubled the porn world were it not for his massive penis. He boasted in his profile that it was thirteen inches long. Jason didn’t doubt it. The beast was out of all proportion with his slight frame. His reply to Jason was to the point:

Get to fuck.

When Jason attempted to communicate further, he found that Trace had blocked him on all of his socials.Interesting. He made a note to dig a little deeper into Trace’s real identity.

Cummer X was more forthcoming.

Theo was a nice guy. I liked him a lot. I’ll help in any way I can.

He even provided Jason with a phone number.Jackpot.

Jason quickly keyed the number into his phone and hit dial. After a few rings it went straight to voice mail.

“Hi, this is Dan. Leave a message and I’ll call you back.”

So, his real name was Dan. This was an encouraging start. Dan was clearly comfortable to share with him and had made no attempt to hide his identity. “Hi, Dan. This is Jason Durham, regarding Theo Glass. I appreciate your willingness to give me your number. Please call me back when you get this message. I’d love to talk to you.”

Jason showered, clipped his beard to a tidy stubble and got dressed. He put on one of his favourite jockstraps, a burgundy pouch with a thick, logoed waistband and wide white straps. He usually kept his jocks for weekend wear, but today he felt like wearing something sexier than his basic work briefs. Jockstraps gave him an extra confidence. Made him feel more attractive. He loved the pressure of the straps beneath his bare butt cheeks.

He checked his arse in the mirror. Jason was ex-military and continued to maintain a disciplined fitness regime in civilian life. Sure, there was a bit more meat on his frame now than when he’d been in service, but it suited him. CrossFit sessions kept him in good shape and the extra weight gave him a strong, beefy arse.

“Not bad,” he said to his reflection, slapping his cheeks and watching how they jiggled.

Would Marc find that attractive? Is he a big arse man or more interested in dick?

Jason reminded himself that it didn’t matter. Marc was a client, not a potential hook-up.

But as he pulled on a pair of black chinos and a light blue shirt, he couldn’t help wondering about Marc’s physique. Last night he’d seen every inch of his brother’s body, but physically Marc and Theo seemed like complete opposites. Theo had been slender and long-limbed. He’d had pale-blond hair, but the freckles on his forehead and shoulders suggested to Jason that he’d really been ginger and had lightened his hair for a more striking effect. Marc was more manly. Broad and thick-set. His old photos showed that Marc had never been a twinky type. When he’d appeared onThe Partnership, Marc would have been roughly the same age Theo had been when he died, and he’d been far more masculine even then.

He couldn’t imagine Marc bending over and spreading his arse cheeks for all comers, the way Theo had done in so many of his videos.

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