Logan Helps

Logan took a long swig of the energy drink after Charly passed him the rest. It was thick, but so were the protein drinks that Charly had started making him drink.

He wasn't sure why, but all the anger and aggression in him lately had vanished. He used to be mad at everyone - his mom for marrying Tom, Tom for trying to be his new dad, his teachers for saying he could do better, his boss for judging him for being just a few hours late.

That's how he got fired last week; how he was on academic probation and would probably be kicked out. But that anger was gone - he lately realized he had fucked up work and school, and his anger made him hate Tom for no reason. He shouldn't hate someone who had only been kind to him, wanted to show him how to cook and run a business, always smelled of cedarwood and bergamot and cookies, had a large, throbbing co-

Logan stopped himself. That was the other new thing. Since two nights ago, whenever he looked at that dw- at that ja- at Tom, he wanted to call him Dad. He wanted to see Tom come into the room, bend Charly over, fuck her, fill her, then make Logan clean them both. He wanted... with any other man, Logan always imagined himself cucking them. Especially guys like Lyle down the street; Lyle wasn't good enough for his girlfriend. Logan and Charly could show her a better time.

But when Logan thought of Tom, at least lately, he wanted to be on his knees, taking Tom in too - but he also wanted to double team some sluts with Tom. Charly taking Tom up her ass, and him in her pussy was so fucking hot to him, almost as hot as Logan fucking Charly while Tom fucked hi-

"Hey, babe?" Charly said. "You zoned out."

"What? Oh. Sorry. What were you saying?" Logan asked, his big grey eyes focusing again on his plus size goth girlfriend.

"I was saying... I've been thinking lately..." she started. "I've been really into the idea of us swinging. Maybe playing it up like a fantasy cucking thing. I cuck you with some older guy, or you do it to me with some other chick, and then we come home and reclaim each other," she said with a smile. Logan's eyes went wide. Was she reading his mind? Or was she also thinking of all the porn they'd been watching when they fucked nightly?

"Maybe. Do you... have an older guy in mind?" he asked.

"I might... but I wanted to see your reaction first." She grinned wickedly. "I noticed you went straight for being the cuck."

"It's been on my mind too. But I would like some veto power."

"Of course Lo-lo!" She said, cradling his cheeks in her hands, the light shimmering off her purple nail polish. "I'd never fuck another guy without your approval!"

He felt so much warmth coming off of her. He wasn't sure what to do with the feeling. "I... also wanted to say, I think I need a new job so we aren't just using my mom's money, you know?" He looked up at Charly's brown eyes and she looked sad looking back at him.

"Yeah, maybe we should both get something. I kind of ditched my family to stay with you. We should get real money instead of asking your mom for it," she said. He cringed.

"I... might have just been lying to Tom that Mom told me to tell him to give us money," he said. "And I might have been doing that for the last two years, even before we dated." Charly saw red as he said that.

"... You need to tell him. And you need to fix that. And if you don't, I will," she said, glaring down at him. Logan nodded.

"Okay. I can do that," he said, afraid of what her punishments might look like to him.

That was when he heard Tom call for him from the base of the stairs. His pulse quickened. His mind wandered to what Tom might need him to do. He looked at Charly who gestured for him to go.

Logan came down the stairs from the other upstairs bedroom - technically the guest room, but he had claimed it, and his old room had eventually just become storage. "What's up?"

Tom pointed to Carrie, now clad in satin pajamas. "Carrie got kicked out of her parent's house. We're going to get her stuff, and we're going together just in case things go poorly." Tom thought for a moment. "One second. I want to do something before we go. Get some good shoes on and a jacket. It's raining." Logan nodded and ran upstairs to get his shoes and a jacket.

Tom, meanwhile, went into the kitchen and grabbed two of the health shots that Catherine had bought from a farmer's market a while ago. He lightly opened the bottle, noticing they didn't have actual tamper seals on them, and grabbed the bottle of semen syrup from the fridge, tainting the two bottles. Carrie saw him and walked up to him.

"Tom... are you planning on doing what I think you're doing?" she hissed.

"Depends. What do you think I'm doing?" he said.

"Are you about to dose my parents with your goo?" she whisper-yelled at him.

"Only if we need a peace offering. Your dad would be better not working against me, don't you agree?" he asked her.

"You... you're right. We don't need him getting in our way of making the town into a Slut's Paradise."

"What's going on?" Catherine asked, having quietly walked up behind Carrie.

"I... Carrie will explain everything while I get her stuff. I'm making a small peace offering is all," Tom said with a smile. Carrie sighed and looked at Catherine.

"I'll explain later. You might want in, since its mostly Tom's plan," she said.

"Oh, I like helping Tom do big tasks!" she squealed. "You go get Carrie's stuff, and we'll talk about your little plan while you boys are out!" she said with a smile as she walked away towards their bedroom with Carrie, while Logan passed them on the stairs. Tom pocketed the two tainted health shots and got into his sedan with Logan.

Tom pulled up Carrie's address in his phone - he had it as a just in case, and this was very much a case for him. He hoped this would go without incident.

Logan, meanwhile, was nervous as could be, and he hated that he was. His repeated fantasies of his step-father grabbing him by the back of the head and shoving his mouth down onto his cock, of the smell and taste of Tom's cum filling his mouth, they were almost unbearable.

"Something on your mind?" Tom asked, snapping Logan out of his daze.

"I... uh... have just been thinking of getting another job," he said, avoiding both his guilt and his lust.

"Well good for you! You know, if you need some resume padding, I can have you do the supply runs for me. Not every place I order from delivers, and then you can say you have delivery experience." Tom threw it out there, partially to see if Logan would ridicule him again.

"Ha ha, maybe. I'll give that a try if no one calls me back in the next two weeks?" Logan asked, trying not to think of the other deliveries he wish Tom would give him.

"You're always welcome to come work with me, Logan. Just ask," Tom said as he turned the corner.

The Kims lived across the neighborhood, on the other side of Brenda's neighborhood. Tom pulled up to the curb as Mr. Johnny Kim was coming out. He put the garbage bag down on the sidewalk and glared as Tom got out of his car.

"Oh, it's you. The coffee man. You did this!" he said, gesturing out at the piles of bags then pointing at Tom. "You corrupted my daughter!"

If only you knew, Tom thought, but bit his tongue.

"Carrie's safe, she just asked me to pick up her belongings for her," he said, holding his hands up. "She's my best employee, and I'll make sure she's not just loose on the streets."

"She can be in a ditch for all I care!" Mr. Kim yelled. "She's already dressing like a whore, she might as well be one!" Tom furrowed his brow.

"I'd rather you not say anything bad about her. I'll take her stuff, make sure she's safe, and if you want to know how she is, I'll tell you."

"I don't need any help from the... the... Coffee Pimp!" Johnny yelled. A few neighbors started coming out of their homes, including a specific redhead. As Johnny continued his verbal abrading of Carrie vicariously through Tom, Tom just let him get it out.

"Hi there Tom, Johnny. I couldn't help but notice that things are getting heated out here, and I'd hate for us to be in violation of HOA Ordinance-"

"No one fucking cares about your rules right now, you dumb bitch!" Johnny yelled at Brenda. Brenda gasped and Tom got madder.

"Listen, that's no way to talk to someone who's trying to de-escalate, now get your ass back inside before I call the cops!" Tom yelled back.

"This is my property, they can't do anything!" Mr. Kim shouted. Tom shook his head.

"Noise ordinance. May be a civil matter, but you're disturbing the peace. That's enough for a fine." Tom looked down at Johnny, and they met eyes. Johnny was mad, but there was something in Tom's eyes that scared him. He couldn't place what it was, but it was there. Johnny looked away to catch Logan's gaze, standing next to the car. The younger man glared at Johnny. Johnny got the same feeling, but weaker. He spat on the ground and turned around, slamming the door as he entered the house.

Tom and Logan began loading the bags into the trunk, and Brenda stood there shaking her head.

"What was that about?" Brenda asked. Tom let out a loud sigh.

"He's mad that his adult daughter dyed her hair, so he kicked her out, and he blamed me for it because she works for me."

"Oh. That's... that's unreasonable," Brenda said. "Where will she go?"

"We're taking care of it. Thank you, Brenda." Tom threw the last bag into his trunk and closed it.

"Well okay. I wanted to ask you about catering an event, but I think maybe now isn't the time," she said softly.

"Probably not. Come by the shop day after tomorrow and we can chat about it," he said, the weight of everything getting to him. A soft voice spoke up, and Tom turned to see a short Asian woman who could easily have been a copy of Carrie.

"Hello, I am Ji-Woo. Is Carrie alright?" she asked with an accent. Johnny and Carrie didn't have an accent, so this caught Tom off guard. Ji-Woo's accent was present, but not thick.

"You're her sister?" Tom asked. She let out a soft laugh.

"Carrie is okay. My wife is setting her up for the night while we're here," Tom said, purposefully leaving out details. "We have three other young ladies at our house, she'll be okay." Ji-Woo let out a sigh of relief and Tom pulled out the two bottles. "Here, my wife got these. She said they're good for relaxing. Maybe you could use it." Ji-Woo smiled and took the small bottles of tainted health tonic from Tom.

"Thank you," she said. "Please, keep her safe." Tom nodded to her, and then she made her way back into the house.

Tom looked to Brenda. "Keep an eye on things on this side for me?" he asked.

"Of course. If you need any help, let me know," she said. Tom nodded to her too and got back into the car with Logan.

"I appreciate you coming with me," Tom said. "That could have gone a lot worst, and I'm happy I had someone on my side." He turned on the car and set out for home.

Logan grunted. "Yeah, sure."

"You okay? I know there was a lot of yelling back there," Tom said before Logan groaned.

"I... I need to come clean about something," Logan said, sighing loudly.

"You can tell me anything, bud, you know that," Tom said, wondering where Logan's mind was.

"... I've been lying to you to get money from you for the last two years," Logan said dejectedly. "Even Charly didn't know until this afternoon."

"Oh, I knew," Tom said.

"What!?" Logan exclaimed. "How did you know?"

"You aren't slick, kid. Your mom always told me in advance when you'd come to ask for money, and she only did that like five times. The rest I just figured you were too ashamed to ask." He side-eyed Logan. "That doesn't mean you're off the hook though."

"I... I still want to make it up to you," he said, looking at his feet.

"Okay, good. You and Charly do whatever I ask moving forward. That sound good for now?" Logan was shocked. His mind raced at being asked to do chores, to wear feminine clothes, to be on his knees-

"Yeah, that could be okay. What's... what's first?" he asked.

"Fuck if I know, I haven't thought that far ahead," Tom said with a laugh. "For now, keep trying hard at school."

"... I may have... not been in class... most of this semester."

Tom got quiet. "That changes things," he said as he pulled into the driveway. "You need to improve on that. Get Charly re-enroled too. She's too smart to not be. And again, anything I say, you do it. Got it?"

Logan looked into Tom's eyes. There was a power in those eyes, one he couldn't deny. "Yes, sir," Logan said, his mouth watering slightly.

"Good boy," Tom said, almost reflexively. "Let's bring in Carrie's things."

They pulled in the bags of belongings from the car and put them in the living room, where Wanda, Charly and Catherine were all drinking tea with Carrie. Wanda looked at them wide-eyed. "Should I clean and organize these?" she asked Tom. Tom pointed to Carrie, who nodded.

"Please," she said. Wanda started going through things. Logan went back up the stairs and Charly soon followed.

"He knows. We're both his servants effectively going forward," he said. Charly nodded.

"So what do you want to do tonight?" she asked.

"... Can you get the strap again? I... need it tonight."