Brian would have never found it if it hadn't been for his cleaning lady utterly refusing to even enter his loft the day after his latest orgy.

So, forced to clean up the mess himself or live through the entire weekend with crusty come on every surface, Brian scrubbed away wondering if the fucking had been worth the fucking effort of all the cleaning.

While he changed the sheets on the bed, his eyes fell to his dresser and the out of place object that sat atop it. Sure it looked like a regular old-school clock he used to have (but had been stolen when a certain someone had left the loft door unlocked), but there was a suspicious circle that shouldn't be there. The more closely he looked at it, the more realization dawned on him -it was a fucking hidden camera... literally capturing all of his fucks for the past who knows how long.

He supposed that any number of his recent house guests had plenty of opportunity for the plant, but he really only had one suspect - the porn king himself, Theodore Schmidt. And when he came to that conclusion, he immediately began to scour everywhere for more hidden cameras.

He found a treasure trove of pretty high tech equipment, including two more cameras that were certainly a few steps beyond the nearly grainy web-cams that 'Jerk-at-Work' was used to. His initial impulse was to rip everything out and smash them to pieces, but the idea of payback - revenge - was the only thing that stopped him.

He enlists Justin's help for his plan to work out. They show up on Mrs. Schmidt's doorstep, just in time for afternoon tea.

At one point, Justin disappeared to the "bathroom" for quite awhile, when in actuality he was implementing Brian's plan. He later apologized to their hostess profusely for his extended absence, claiming he must be coming down with something. That offered the perfect excuse for Brian and Justin to high-tail it out of there before Mrs. Schmidt became even more suspicious about their random visit.

About a week after that, Ted burst into the loft without even knocking. Brian and Justin were of course mid-fuck in their never-ending marathon of reunion sex.

"Brian!" Ted shouted at the top of his lungs after sliding open the door.

"Hello, Theodore," Brian said, nonchalantly walking down the steps - naked - from his bedroom a few minutes later, "I've been expecting you."

"How, how could you!?" Ted asked, his face twisted in disgust and horror.

"How could I what?" Brian replied.

"God, I'm scarred for life! There are some things a child should never know about their mothers, especially about their weird sexual kinks in the bedroom."

"Really?" Brian said, quirking an eyebrow. "Must be where you get all your website ideas."

Ted just groaned, the images of his mother and a new boyfriend he didn't know about in the throws of some sexual adventures he'd prefer to brain-bleach from his mind, if possible. Or drinking bleach might become an option, as what he saw would be a thing of nightmares, even for grown children to know about a parent.

"Next time you even think of expanding your little website into voyeurism - however spectacular the videos of my cock and orgy parties must be - just think of your mother.

"By the way," Brian continued, "I expect all the files of my sex parties destroyed, and if I even hear about any finding their way online, I'll cut your fucking balls off," Brian threatened.

Ted just nodded nervously and quickly exited the loft. The poor guy needed a serious drink; that or immediate intensive therapy.