Date: Thu, 22 Jun 2000 23:06:57 -0400
From: Sidney Gittler <SidG@compuserve.com>
Subject: Arkansas Vacation:  11:  The Party's Over

This chapter contains some sex between boys.  It also includes descriptions
of the dark side of Peckertown.  It's not pretty, but it does have a happy
ending.

The action takes place right after the chapter called "Oscar Night."

I want to thank Cody, Justin, Arne and Dave for their help and
contributions to this chapter.


Arkansas Vacation: The Party's Over
by Sid Gittler (c)2000

	The high lasted a week and a half.  On April 5, 2000 reality struck
Peckertown.

	While writing about the last eleven months I've mentioned several
unsavory episodes.  The robberies that Yoshi and Kenny broke up upon
arriving.  Scott preventing that unnamed little kid from being dragged off.
Even Justin's being beaten and robbed during his whoring days.  Other boys
have been cheated and robbed as well..
	But what was discovered late that morning leaves everything else in
the dust.

	I was in the In Boy Inn's office with the Inn's manager Kevin for
our weekly meeting.  We were drinking sodas and leaning back in our chairs
as we reviewed staffing, bookings, etc.  Even with the Jorgenson Inn open
it was still fully booked most nights due to its downtown location.
	"HELP!  Somebody come quick!"  Came a loud shriek followed by a
couple more helps.
	"Damn Dashby, wonder what shadow he's seen this time?" Kevin
groused as he stood.
	"New kid?" I said as I rose.
	Kevin nodded as he walked out the door.  He tilted his head till he
heard the near hysterical voice again and turned left to the stairs.  "Good
kid, sad story I'll tell you later.  But he's so damn jumpy."
	At the first landing Kevin shouted, "where are you Dashby?"
	"Room 306 Mr. Kevin, hurry."
	"Shit," Kevin said and started taking the stairs two at a time.
	"What?" I said as I managed to keep pace.
	"Room had the 'Do Not Disturb' sign up since Sunday.  No sign of
the guy or his car.  I told Dashby to go in and clean up the room.  What
the hell?" he said as we reached the top.
	Room 306 overlooks the center court and there's a four foot railing
to prevent people from falling off.  A naked boy with brown hair in a bowl
cut was leaning against the fence, a quivering finger pointing into the
room.
	"Holy mother of God," Kevin said from inside the room.
	The tone told me what was in the room was a lot worse than Dashby's
condition and I rushed in.  It took a moment for my eyes to adjust but they
did right before I ran into Kevin.
	The mattress had been removed and the fabric removed from the box
spring.  Tied spreadeagled was a very young boy, maybe twelve.  He was tied
at his neck, wrists, ankles and waist with wire to the metal springs.
	"He's a baby," Kevin whispered.
	I turned and saw the twenty-seven-year-old was in as bad shape as
the boy outside.
	"Kevin, go next door and call the police.  Tell them we need an
ambulance, a crime scene team and a doctor here now.  Make sure Waters gets
his butt up here fast."
	"Is he alive?"
	"I don't know, now move it Kevin.  If he is he needs you to make
that call."  That got him moving and I heard him fumbling his keys next
door.
	I took a long deep breath and held it for as long as I could before
exhaling and walking the last few feet.  In the back of my mind I was
praying that I'd hear sirens coming and a medic at the door in those few
seconds.
	No such luck.
	Standing next to the bed I scanned his pale, emaciated body.  When
I reached his crotch I had to look away.  Not only had the bastard left
this youngster tied and helpless but he had done a crude circumcision,
inserted a prince's wand and placed an Elastrator around his balls.
	If you're not familiar with an Elastrator it is a cock strap time
ten thousand.  They are illegal in Peckertown.  Only a trained slave master
should even think about putting one on anybody.  Put on improperly it will
castrate the victim, hell it was invented to castrate bulls.  Left on too
long the results can be the same, or worse.  The maximum time is one hour,
for some males only minutes.  The boy's were distended and an almost black
purple.  His cock was a reddish color and his bladder was severely
distended as well.
	"You poor boy," I whispered as I put two fingers on his carotid
artery.  I had to move my hand a bit and hold my breath but finally I felt
a faint pulse in his neck.  I knew I couldn't touch his crotch but I pulled
out my pocket knife and went to work on the wire around his throat.  The
animal had wrapped the wire around the boy's throat twice before tying both
ends to the springs.  First one end came lose and then the other.  I gently
raised his head with my right hand and slowly unwrapped the wire.  When it
came loose I heard a small but sharp intake of air
	I had just started working on his left wrist when I heard heavy
footsteps coming through the door.  I turned my head and saw Sheriff Whitey
Waters enter followed by a youngster carrying a first aid box.
	"Let me take a look before you go any further Marc?" the head
county lawman said.
	I stayed where I was.  "This is how we found him except he had the
same kind of wire wrapped twice around his neck and tied to the springs.  I
took that off after I discovered a pulse."
	"Billy Jeff, see if you can find that pulse and do some of those
readings they taught you in Little Rock."
	"Billy Jeff?" I said.
	"Yeah, I couldn't keep them in jail so I put him and Albert to
work."
	"Cool, can I get back to untying him?"
	"You take that side, I'll do the other.  Where is that damn
ambulance?"
	"Accident on the highway got both local ones busy.  Got one coming
over from Hillary, should be here soon," Billy Jeff said as he shined a
light into the boy's pupils."
	"Anything?" I asked as I finished freeing the wrist.
	"He's alive and breathing regular but much too slow.  Boss, I'd be
too scared to try anything without talking to a doc," Billy Jeff said.
	Waters and I finished freeing his limbs and stood.  In the silence
I heard the approaching sirens and let out breath I didn't know I was
holding.  We stayed there till the ambulance crew shooed us out.  Waters
took a long look through the room as we waited, knowing the crime scene was
going to be disturbed big time.
	When we left the room I saw Kevin standing in the next doorway.
"You OK?"
	He nodded, "Dashby's in here, I got him to lie down."
	"Who's Dashby?" the Sheriff said.
	"New maid, found the boy.  Is he alive?" Kevin said.
	"Yes," I said.
	"Thank you God," Dashby screamed from inside.
	Kevin poked his head in the door.  "Dashby, you up to talking to
the Sheriff and Mr. Fogel?  "I'll be with you."
	"Yes sir, anything to help Chris," Dashby said and we entered the
room.  Waters and I grabbed the chairs and Kevin sat on the bed next to the
boy.  Dashby was sitting with a blanket pulled up to his chest but his pale
white arms testified to him being a recent arrival.
	"Dash, the man by the door is Mr. Fogel, he's the general manager
for all the Jorgenson properties and he's a good man.  The man with the
badge is Sheriff Waters and I've known and trusted him almost all my life
and you can too.  And talk slowly, they're not used to that thick Boston
accent of yours."
	He nodded, "Mr. Kevin.  Can I have something to drink?"
	I got up and went to the small ice box in the room and handed the
boy a cola, took a diet for myself and a root beer for Waters.  Kevin shook
anything off.
	"Now son, tell us what you know, take your time," Waters said.
	The boy took another drink and carefully put the can on the night
table.  "I was cleaning the pool area when the man checked in early Sunday
afternoon."
	"How do you know he was just checking in?" Waters said.
	"I saw him carry three, no four suitcases up to the room.
Considering most of the guests have one I noticed and remembered it."
	"Good, continue."
	Dashby smiled at the policeman's complement.  "A little later he
came down to the pool in a swimsuit, one of those big baggy ones which was
good because he didn't have the body for a thong.  He took a quick swim and
then sat on one of the deck chairs.  Like I'm supposed to I brought him two
towels and asked him if he wanted anything from the snack bar.  He asked
for a rum and coke and when I returned he signed for it and added a dollar
for a tip.  Naturally I thanked him and asked if there was anything else he
needed."
	Dashby stopped and took a long drink and I watched him closely.
Kevin had called his story a bad one and while very few of the boys have
good stories to explain why they had to leave home and come here just the
usual homophobic parents does not count as a bad story.
	When he finished the drink he leaned back against the headboard and
sighed.
	"He said his name was Charlie and he'd come to Peckertown looking
for a boy named Scott and did I know any.  The only one I knew was Chris,
his full name is Christopher Robin Scott.  While I couldn't think this guy
with his thick Southern accent could have known Chris who comes from
outside of New York City I told him yes and said that if he wanted I could
find him after work and bring him over."
	"Let's go back for a second.  Now you've been here a little bit
son?"  Waters said.
	"Came late February sir."
	"So you've met people like Kevin and myself who are from around
this part of the state?"
	"Yes," Dashby nodded.
	"This guy sound anything like us?"
	"No, sort of like that guy running for president."
	"Which one?" I said.
	"Not the vice president, the other guy," Dashby said with a shrug.
	"Bush?"
	"Yeah, but thicker and not as educated."
	"I guess you found him," Waters said.
	"Yeah, I knew where he usually cruised.  Chris only arrived a week
or so ago, day after the party.  He was interested so I brought him back
and we knocked on the door.  The guy came to the door and looked at the
boy.  He asked Chris if his name was really Scott and he told the man that
it really was his last name.
	"Guy shrugged and said he wasn't the one he was looking for but
maybe he'd work out even better.  They settled on the price for the whole
night, the guy gave me twenty and I went home.  Didn't even think about it
again till I saw him," Dashby said and covered his eyes.  Kevin pulled him
close and let him cry.
	Waters pointed to the door and I followed him.  We both took deep
breaths of the lunch time air.  I saw a number of guests, some with boys,
eating lunch and relaxing around the pool.  I waited by the railing while
Waters went into 306 and talked with the crime scene team.
	"Anything?" I asked when he emerged.
	He shrugged, "too early yet.  Lot's of fingerprints along with
blood and semen samples.  We should be able to get some kind of match when
we get the guy.  I've been watching you Marc, there's an idea back in your
head someplace.
	I nodded and pulled my cell phone out and called the office.
Margaret answered on the second ring.
	"Jorgenson Enterprises, can I help you?"
	"Margaret, it's Marc."
	"Where are you?  I've got a ton of messages for you."
	"Later, listen pull both of Scott Davis' files and get it up to the
inn five minutes ago.  I'm in room," I paused and glanced, "room 308.  If
nobody's there you trust go over to the restaurant and send someone.  When
you're finished with that get Scott's schedule and have Zeus track him
down, tell him he's needed and then call me."
	"What's?"
	"Not now Marge, just do it," I said and cut the connection.
	"Talk," Waters said.
	"You know Scott's past," I said.
	"Yeah, but there have to be other Scotts here."
	"Yes, but his Uncle Charlie's the one who dragged him to that
shrink."
	"Picture in those files?"
	"From press clippings and other sources.  I didn't think he'd be
out of jail already but it's Texas and abusing a fag isn't a big deal
there."
	"I hope you're right about this," Waters said.
	"Why?  Scott will hold himself responsible for Chris' injuries."
	Whitey nodded slightly.  "Going to feel that either way.  Thing is
if Uncle Charlie did this for revenge then he's going to stick close till
he knows Scott knows he's to blame."
	I turned away from one of my best friends and covered my eyes.  He
was right, but this might push Scott over the edge mentally.  I'd talked to
his boyfriend Frank yesterday and while he was better since switching to
his new job Frank was still worried about how much he was drinking.
	"Marc?  Where are you?"  I looked over the railing and saw Benjy,
the youngest of the Jorgenson boys and his boyfriend Roger.  Naturally both
of them were in leathers but Roger also had his dog collar on.  For some
reason I noticed Benjy had a new flattop haircut.
	"Benjy, up here.  What are you doing here?"
	"Got the files from Margaret," he said as they headed toward the
nearest steps.
	I tossed things over in my mind as he came up the steps.
	"Here you go Marc.  What's going on?" Benjy said as he handed me a
thick manilla envelope.
	"Hold on a second," I said as I started going through the files.
My phone rang and I handed it to Benjy.  I heard him tell Zeus to hold a
second.
	"Does he have Scott?"
	"Yes, where do you want him?"
	"The office, and pick Frank up on the way.  No questions, no
answers."
	I continued flipping through the folder and finally found the
pictures I wanted.
	"Not great, but they'll do," Waters said.
	"Can I see?" Benjy asked.
	I nodded and Waters passed them over.  "Recognize him?"
	"Came to the late show a couple of days ago.  Asking for a whore
named Scott, oh shit."
	"Continue son," Waters said.
	"There's one slave goes by that name so Jimbo went and got him.
Wasn't the 'right one' but took him anyway.  Ten minutes later Scott pushed
the panic button and it took four guys to throw the bum out.  Boy said he
had to fight the guy to get to the buzzer.  We've got to come up with
something else Marc."
	"We'll talk about, I promise.  Now are you sure it's him?"
	"Yeah, Roger, you remember this guy?"
	"Yes sir, that's the one."
	"I've still got to show them to Dashby, could be coincidence?"
Waters said.
	"I'm going to take Benjy and Roger into the other room.  Maybe they
can help the medics."
	Waters nodded and turned.
	"Benjy, Roger, the man in the picture is Scott Davis' Uncle
Charlie."
	"The one who sent him to that raping shrink?" Benjy said.
	I nodded.  "He got here Sunday, got a newbie name of Christopher
Scott and did a number on him.  The medics are in with him now and I want
you to go in and offer them your professional advice."
	"Don't got any medical training," Benjy said.
	"Love, Marc means as the S&M master of Peckertown," Roger said.
	Benjy turned and we followed him into the room.  Three medics were
huddled around the bed.  They had turned the lights on but I wasn't sure if
being able to see was a blessing or curse.
	"What's the situation?" Benjy snapped.
	The medics turned and one seemed pissed but the oldest one put his
arm on the first ones shoulder.  "Benjy?"
	"Yes, Mr. Fogel says you might need my advice."
	"Twelve-year-old white male.  Was tied to the bedspring coils since
Sunday evening.  Dehydrated and a bunch of other things we can take care
of.  Shit, just come look."
	"Since Sunday?" Benjy whispered a minute later.
	"As far as we know.  Could be more recent," the senior medic said.
	"Do you have a doctor on the radio?"
	"Yes, Dr. Schwartz on speaker," the third medic said.  I let out a
sigh of relief.  Dr. Schwartz is the primary doctor-on-call for all slave
injuries.
	"Doc, it's Benjy.  This is a mess."
	"So I gather.  What's your impression?"
	"Circumcision is a mess but you can fix that.  I'm going to examine
the prince's wand."
	A prince's wand is a thin steel rod that is inserted in a man's
piss slit.  It will keep him erect but also prevent urination and
ejaculation.  Like any other foreign object if it's left inside a human
body too long it can lead to injury and infection.
	"Doc you there?"
	"Go ahead Benjy."
	"Some signs of inflamation as I'm sure the medics told you.  I can
get it out now if you want me to.  It's your call."
	"Let's wait a second, what about the Elastrator?"
	Benjy sat on the bed and slowly, gently handled Chris' genitals.
He had Roger roll the skin back so he could see the band clearly.  I heard
him cursing under his breath the whole time.
	"How soon we ready to move him?" he asked.
	"Done as much as we can here," the oldest one said.
	"Doc, let's leave him the way he is to we get there.  I don't want
to touch that band here.  His balls are dead already and I'm afraid that
they may burst when the band's removed.  If it's all right with you I'll
come along and we can look at him together. "
	"Let's move it boys, get them here fast.  And Benjy, introduce
yourself to my nephew Tommy, he's the one who almost jumped down your
throat and he's studying to be a doctor."
	Benjy looked at the young man and smiled.  "Need a hand?"

	I returned to room 308 after I saw the ambulance off.  Roger was
standing outside looking like a lost dog.  I had this temptation to say
heel.  "You drove here?" Is what I did say.
	"Yes Sir."
	"Know how to get to the hospital?"
	"Yes."  There was a glint in his eyes.
	"So get going and wait for your boyfriend."  I took my wallet out
and handed him two twenties.  "In case you need gas, food or something."
	"Thank you Sir.  Sir, will that boy live?"
	"Yes, thank the Lord, but he'll never be the same."
	"How could, how could?"  Roger stopped talking and I took him into
my arms and let him cry for a few minutes.

	After he left I grabbed Waters and we headed over to the offices of
Jorgenson Enterprises.  We could hear Scott ranting as soon as we entered
the front door and I thought Margaret was going to kiss my feet.  She
pointed toward the conference room instead.
	I opened the door and walked in with Sheriff Waters right behind
me.  Zeus, Frank and Scott all turned.
	"What the flying fucking hell is going on?  What did I do now?"
Scott yelled.
	"Man's upset and has a right to be Marc," Zeus said.
	"I know," I said and walked over to Scott.
	"So?" he snapped.
	"I want you to listen Scott and remember, you have done nothing
wrong.  Nothing that's happened is your fault."
	"Oh shit," Zeus whispered.
	Anger was replaced by fear in Scott's eyes and he seemed to lose
five years in five seconds.  I pointed to the chair next to his boyfriend
and took the next one myself.
	I told them what had happened to Christopher Scott and to the slave
Scott without using their names.
	"That's horrible, but I don't understand what this has to do with
me unless you want me to go undercover?"
	"The man first asked for a whore named Scott and then a slave named
Scott."
	"So I'd be perfect," Scott said.
	"Too perfect, the man's name is Charles Davis."
	"No!"
	I took the pictures out of the folder and put them on the table
between us.  "He's been identified at both places as the man responsible."
	"He asked for me and when another boy turned up he used them to get
at me," his voice started to rise, he shook off Frank's hand.  "He
castrates and almost kills a twelve-year-old baby and you tell me it's not
my fault.  Then whose fault is it?  If I hadn't come here they'd be fine."
	"And you'd be dead," Frank said.  "You didn't hurt those boys that
fucking bastard did and we have to help catch him before he hurts anybody
else."
	"Son, he did it to hurt you.  If you let him get to you he wins,"
Zeus said.
	"We will need your help Scott.  Not right away but we'll need it,"
Waters said.
	Scott wiped his eyes and looked at the sheriff.  "Is he still in
town?"
	"Don't know but I think so.  See if he's doing this to get at you
then he'll stay around till he knows Chris was found and see if you
surface."
	"Can I kill him?" Scott said.
	"No, I'd just have to arrest you.  But men in jail don't like men
who hurt kids like that.  Not even in this state.
	"Then what do I do?"
	"You and Frank move in with Zeus and stay there until I call for
you."
	"But."
	"No buts or I throw your hide into a cell.  As soon as I get back
to the office I'll make copies and get them distributed around town and the
surrounding area.  Marc, I want you and your crew spreading the word about
the two Scotts.  If there are any more missing."
	"Don't say that," Scott gasped.
	"Get word to me.  Any Scott's out there who want protection tell
them to go someplace safe."
	"I'll set something up with Kenny and Sergei," I said.

	When everybody else had left I told Margaret to get Daniel, Aaron
and Elija and his wife Francis over so I could review everything with them.
My partner was the first one to arrive and when I saw him I took him into
my arms, kissed him gently and started to cry.
	When the meeting was over we went home and made slow, gentle love.
I fell asleep in my arms and dreamt of Chris.
	It was dark when the phone rang.  Daniel picked it up and listened
for a few minutes before saying thanks and hanging up.  I tensed as he
turned but he was smiling.
	"He'll live, they're not sure how much permanent damage there'll be
on top of the sterility but he'll live."
	I cried and the teenaged boy who I called lover comforted me until
the phone rang again.
	"Should I let the machine pick it up?" he asked.
	I shook my head, "It may be important."
	"You're the only thing important to me right now," Daniel said, but
picked the receiver up.
	"One second Sheriff, let me put this on speaker," he punched a
button and hung up the receiver."  "Repeat that please."
	"You there Marc?"
	"Yes Whitey, how you doing?"
	"Better, I guess you got word from the hospital.  Doc says Benjy
was a big help."
	"Thanks," Daniel said, the pride in his younger brother showing.
	"Just to get to you up to date we've got flyers all over town with
the pictures and WBOY radio and television have been having regular news
breaks about both Chris and the wanted poster.  All the other stations and
channels have picked it up too.  If he's in the area he knows."
	"Do you think he'll run?" I asked.
	"If he's still here then I think not.  I talked to Sheriff Nelsbek
over in Texas.  After he got sent to jail his wife divorced him and got
everything, and I mean everything.  Even got an order of protection that
keeps him a mile from her and a mile from their house."
	"Makes him even more dangerous," I said.
	"Especially since they just found her and the kids murdered this
morning.  They're sending a Ranger in a private jet," Waters growled.
	Silence filled both rooms as we considered the implications.
	"Any Scotts missing?" Daniel asked.
	"Not sure, we've got a dozen at Kenny's but can't tell if that's
all or if we got the word out in time."
	Through the speaker we heard a knock on the Sheriff's door and he
told the person to come in.
	"What is it Rodney?"
	"Got a sighting at the Jorgenson Inn.  Boy just came on at the desk
and says he remembers the guy checking in yesterday with a boy."
	"Hear that?" Waters shouted.
	"We're on the way.  Meet you in Zeus' office.
	The phone went dead and as we pulled clothes on I hit the speed
dial for Zeus' house.
	"Talk," the big black man said.
	"Zeus it's Marc.  He may be at the hotel.  One of the boys ID'd him
when he came on duty.  I want the three of you in your office in five
minutes.  Waters is meeting us there.  Is Sargent Ryan on duty?"
	"No, but I'll call and get his butt up there."
	I hit the disconnect, tucked my shirt in and followed Daniel out
the door.

	We ended up in the conference room with the Sheriff at one end and
me at the other.  Benjy was there and the two brothers had hugged and
talked in the corner until Rodney came in with the last person, the desk
clerk who'd recognized the picture.  Tad.
	"You sure about this? Scott asked.
	"Yeah, even thought he sounded a little like you.  I mean his
accent," Tad added seeing Scott's glare.
	"Yeah, I know, sorry Tad, things got me uptight," Scott said.
	"We all are," I said, "how you doing Dr. Benjy?"
	"Better now that I'm back, thanks for sending Roger.  From the time
I walked into the hotel room to I walked out of the operating room I was
fine.  Once I walked out, man it hit me hard."  He squeezed his boyfriend's
hand.
	"Dr. Schwartz called and said you did a good job," Daniel said.
	"Everybody's done their jobs so far.  Hopefully we've only got one
more to do," Waters said.
	"What room are they in?" Zeus asked.
	"422, at the end of the right corridor," Tad said.
	The elevator shaft runs up the center of the building and there are
two corridors to running off it.
	"Anybody in the adjoining or opposite rooms?" Waters said.
	"I checked Sir, the whole wing's booked," Tad said.
	I glanced around the table and saw Scott had his head back and eyes
closed.  He was pursing his lips back and forth.
	"Got an idea Scott?" I said.
	"Sargent, did you bring the floor plans and building drawings?"
Scott said in reply.
	"Yes, which one do you want first?"
	"Building cutaway.  We should be able to hook it up to the
chalkboard.  Tad, where's Worm?"
	"Room service phone, you want me to get him?"
	Scott shook his head as he and his successor as head of hotel
security started putting the blueprint up.  Scott pointed some things out
to Sargent, and that is his given name, and they whispered back and forth
for several minutes.
	Scott turned to Sheriff Waters, "May I?"
	"I'm not saying I'm going to say yes but let's hear your idea."
	"We may have caught a break here.  As you can see on the blueprint
one of the heating ducts for that side of the building runs between four
and five and there are ceiling vents in each of the rooms.  There's an
access hatch here," he pointed to a spot on the fifth floor, "at this point
I could get in but it's narrowed considerably by the time it reaches the
outside vent.  What I suggest is that we ask Worm if he'd crawl down and
take a look through the vent and tell us what's going on."
	Waters got up and walked around to the print.  Scott showed him the
vent and route.  Answered some questions and got a nod in response.
	"Who's this Worm?" Waters asked.
	"Smallest boy here.  From Little Rock actually.  His parents
dropped him off on his tenth birthday with his birth certificate and
notarized statements from both authorizing him to whore as much as he
wanted.  He didn't want to, but that was right after we opened so we put
him to work in the back room.  He's barely four feet tall and if he weighs
sixty pounds I'd be surprised.  He's your man if he'll do it," Zeus said.
	"What about me?  I'm not that much bigger than he is," Tad said.
	"Sorry Tad, his nickname's Worm not just because of his size but
because he can move silently along like one," Scott said.
	"Tad can you get Worm and bring him to Zeus' office?  Scott,
Sargent and I will talk to him there," Waters said, got up and stretched.
	"Yes Sir," Tad said and moved.
	I still love looking at that hot butt of his when he moves.  My
shin got kicked and I looked at Daniel who was smirking at me.
	"Zeus, can you make sure the nearest rooms are empty or get them
empty.  I don't know what kind of fight this guy'll put up when we move
in," Waters said.
	Waters never failed to amaze me when I watched him in action.  In
lots of ways he looked and sounded like a stereotypical red neck Southern
sheriff but he sure wasn't a red neck and had easily made the transition
from a sleepy little county to a bustling tourist area.  Yes there were
guys who tried robbing the boys and/or mistreating them, but very few got
away with it.
	"I'll take care of it myself.  Too much of the Marine in me to sit
this one out," Zeus said.  "Besides, nothing like a big black man asking
people to move their butts to get it done."  He laughed and headed out the
door.
	"I'm glad he said it," Waters mumbled and followed him out the
door.
	OK, maybe a little red neck.  But even a northerner like me knew
Zeus was right.
	Daniel picked up the phone and dialed.  When the call was answered
he asked for Kenney and hit the speaker-phone.
	"Hi, it's Sergei, Kenney busy Lion.  What is up?"  His Russian
accent was bearable when he spoke slowly.
	"How many boys you have there now?"
	"At least twenty-five.  Not all named Scott, some just scared.  But
Yoshi and Jeff brought some of their top students along with ours and they
are guarding outside.  Everything fine."
	"Need anything?" Daniel said.
	"Food and drink, no liquor."
	"I'll take care of it.  We may have a lead but figure on everybody
staying at least overnight."
	"Thank you.  I will tell Kenney and Yoshi," Sergei said.
	"Good luck, I'll talk to you later," Daniel said, hung up the phone
and looked at me.
	"Call your father and have them deliver.  Anything coming out of
here or the Inn might look suspicious if Uncle Charles is on the loose."
	Daniel nodded and made the call.  I just wondered what budget line
I would put this under.
	Scott walked back in and sat next to his boyfriend, Frank.
"Mr. Fogel," Scott said.
	"Who?," I said.
	He smiled, and it looked good.  "Marc, I know this isn't my fault
but I do feel some responsibility, at least to his victims.  I got the
money from my parent's estate finally.  It's not a fortune like the twins
but I want to pay the medical bills for Chris and whoever's upstairs."
	"It could add up to a lot of money."
	"We've both got good jobs, not a big clothes budget, and I really
want to do this."
	"OK, we'll settle it up when everything's done.  You can start by
sending Chris a stuffed animal in the morning."
	"A Pooh Bear, he always made me feel good," Frank said.
	"Done," Scott said and gave his boyfriend a kiss.
	Waters, Sargent and a boy who was probably smaller than Zeus
claimed walked back in followed by Zeus.
	"Wing's empty and two bellhops stationed to make sure it stays that
way."
	"They're not to interfere with the suspect," Waters said.
	"They know.  Instructions are to ignore him, let him pass and once
he's out of sight to call me here.  They're smart boys Sir."
	Waters nodded.  "Marc, Daniel, Benjy," Waters said as he pointed us
out.  "This is Worm.  I asked him his real name and he said only the tax
man knows that."
	I wanted to ask this tyke why his parents had abandoned him here
but it wasn't the time or place.  He seemed to have accepted his new life.
His brown hair was cut in a short, bowl cut like Dashby's, and he was in
good shape for someone that small and light.  He was wearing a Jorgenson
Inn tank top that reached his knees and was barefoot.
	"Worm, my name is Daniel Jorgenson and my family owns this hotel.
I know this isn't part of your usual job but you understand how important
this is."
	"Yes Sir," Worm said.
	"Call me Daniel please.  I'm not that much older than you."
	Worm smiled and there was a glint in his eyes.  "I'm willing to
help.  I heard what happened to that boy.  Uncalled for, even if he was a
slave it was uncalled for.  No offense Benjy."
	"None taken, you're right.  I'd love to get my hands on this guy,
and my chains, whips, and all my other toys," Benjy said with a smile, but
I knew he meant every threat.
	Waters walked to the blueprint.  "OK, this is how it'll work.
Scott, get Tad then you, Tad and Benjy take Worm up to that opening and get
it open.  Worm, look here.  You'll crawl through the vent to the end.  Tad
will be about ten feet behind you in case you run into a problem.  There
are two vents into the end room.  Go there and take good looks around.
This is the room next to it.  I'll be there with Marc and one of my men.
If Mr. Davis is in the room crawl all the way out.  We'll see you and meet
you back here.  If the room is empty or all you see is a boy stop at one of
the vents for this room, rap three times and keep going.  Any questions?"
	"Is there a vent in the bathroom?"
	"Yes, but that's a narrow path with a tight turn.  If you can do it
fine, but don't risk getting stuck or anything."
	"Let's do it," Worm said.
	There was a knock on the door and Roger walked in with a bag.
"Smallest we got Master," he said as he handed it to Benjy.
	Benjy pulled out a footed rubber jumpsuit, looked at it and tossed
it to Worm.  "Put this on, it may be hot but it'll stop you from being
nicked or anything and calling out."
	"Do I have to?"
	"Please Worm," Scott said and we watched as the boy stripped and
got the suit on with a bit of help from Benjy and Roger."  I saw Daniel
staring at his uncut cock, it had an extra-long foreskin that might give a
second source for his nickname.  I kicked Daniel in the shins.
	"Man, can you imagine him at the club dressed like that," Roger
said.
	"No," Worm snapped.
	"No sweat guy, take it as a compliment."
	"Let's do it now before I sweat to death."
	We put a long t-shirt on over him so nobody could see the suit and
took over an elevator.  Rodney, Waters and I got off at the fourth and the
others headed up.  We'd left Zeus in the lobby in case Davis got past us.
And I do believe the ex-Marine wanted us to fail.
	We didn't try to be quiet going into the room but we just sat on
the beds looking at the vents once we were inside.
	About ten minutes later Rodney raised a hand and then I heard it
too.  Any noise would have covered the sound but there was a slight rumble
from the vent and then I spotted the tiny boy slither past.
	Time stopped, I know that's not possible, but not any less possible
than the feeling that time was flying by and that it was sixty minutes
since he'd passed us and not sixty seconds.  I watched my clock and two
minutes after he passed he was back, rapped three times and kept going.
	"Marc Fogel, as general manager of Jorgenson Enterprises do we have
your permission to enter room 422 of the Jorgenson Inn?" Waters said.
	"Be my guest, but if you don't mind could you use the master key
instead of your feet?"
	"Stay here till I call for you.  I don't want to explain to Daniel
how you got hurt."
	Waters handed Rodney the key and they walked out.  From just inside
the door I heard the key turn in the lock.
	"Police," Waters shouted and I heard the door bang open.  I stayed
put, I hated it but I was unarmed and I didn't want to get in the way.  I
turned so I was facing away in case I had to tackle somebody though.
	"Marc," Waters called and I ran in.
	Rodney was on his radio calling for the paramedic team to come up
as I approached.  It wasn't as bad as the first one.  For one the boy was
conscious, panicked, in bad pain but conscious.  He was naked, tied
spreadeagled to the bed and there were knife cuts all over his body.
Nothing life threatening, but some would require stitches.
	Then there was the Elastrator.  I examined it and had to bite back
my disgust.  The only comfort were that his balls weren't as distended or
dark as Chris' had been.
	"Is your name Scott?"  I said.
	He nodded.
	"How long has this band been on your cock?"
	"Not that long, he only put it on before he left," he croaked.
	"Whitey, I've got to get it off now," I said.
	"Let me."
	I turned toward the voice and saw Tommy, the young paramedic who
had challenged Benjy that morning.
	"Hi, glad to see you again.  He's all yours, says it's only been on
a little while.  Don't know how long that really is, but."
	Tommy nodded grimly, "Good."  He knelt and gently touched the boy's
cock and balls with his right hand as he took the scalpel in his left.
"Son, can you hear me?"
	The boy nodded.
	"Now when I cut this thing off the blood's going to rush back in
and that'll hurt almost as much as it does now.  If you feel like fainting
then just do it, we'll be here to help with that too."
	Scott nodded and the paramedic waited till we'd finished untying
him from the bed and his limbs were on the mattress.  The scalpel gently
cut through the fucking band. I heard the cut and then the scream.  The
boy's hands reflexively went to his crotch and he curled into the fetal
position.  He kept on screaming, didn't seem to be stop even when he
fainted.
	The paramedics checked his vitals as I watched his balls slowly
return to their normal color.  Didn't reach it but a lot better.
Dr. Schwartz had mentioned that he was working with eunuchs and maybe he'd
be able to help this victim.
	"He's ready to be moved," the paramedic said.
	"Fine.  Rodney stay with him and have the crime team ready when you
go.  Come on Marc," Waters said.
	Waters radio squawked while we were in the elevator but he couldn't
get through until we were in the lobby.
	"Waters."
	"Davis sighted at the Big Lick.  Two reports, three cars on the way
blind."
	"Have them set up a perimeter, no action unless he tries to leave.
Get somebody in plainclothes inside to confirm.  Waters out."

	Benjy and Roger stayed behind to help Worm out of his suit and help
him with what he'd seen.  The rest of us poured out of the hotel and into
waiting cars and sped off toward downtown Peckertown.  We had to park a
couple of blocks away and as we approached some police officers across from
the ice cream parlor Scott pointed and screamed.  "There he goes."
	Before we could react Scott was running after him and we all took
chase.  Even in the poor light it was clear Scott had identified his uncle
correctly.
	Scott followed his Uncle Charles down the darkened street and into
an ally.  Anger and hate burned hot deep inside him.  He wanted to catch
him and make him pay for what he'd done.
	He saw Charles dive through a door, surprising the person at the
door.  Scott followed him in the place, quickly realizing it was the Big
Lick, and the Olsen Triplets were on stage in the middle of their act.
Grabbing a heavy sundae glass, Scott threw it at the running man, hitting
him in the head and knocking him down.  Charles crashed through a table and
Scott, breathing hard jumped on top of him.
	Charles Davis pulled a knife but Scott hit him on the side of the
head with an ashtray and then on the wrist and the knife dropped.  Scott
picked it up and lay it on the man's throat.
	"Scott, not this way.  Please.  Let him go.  He's nothing anymore,"
Zeus said softly, coming up behind Scott.
	 "You barely know what he's done to me.  What I've told you is just
the tip of the iceberg, just the beginning of it all.  It was more than
just the acts themselves, it was the mental abuse he committed as well.
Every time he'd start doing me, I'd beg, scream, plead, and cry for him to
stop.  He wouldn't, did you!" Scott screamed out his rage.
	 "Please nephew, mercy.  Please?" the man on the floor pleaded.
	 "I asked you for mercy, and you didn't show it.  Now you ask me
for it?  What makes you think you'll get it from me?  Dad was your brother.
You're right, I am your nephew.  At least I was before you started hurting
me.  What makes you think playing on our family ties is going to save you?
Won't work Uncle.  How many of my younger cousins have you started with?
None of them is thirteen yet.  Say bye-bye Uncle Charlie," Scott snarled
	"Scott, the moment you cut his throat you become him.  He will have
won, completely and totally.  Not much of a victory," another voice said.
	Scott glanced in the direction of the voice quickly.  He saw a man
walking towards them.  He wore a Stetson, boots, jeans, and a faded blue
shirt with a sport coat over that.  Pinned to the left side of the jacket
was a star.
	 "Remember me Scott?  Tom Branford, Texas Rangers, thought we got
along during your troubles.  Tad at the Jorgenson Inn told me where to find
you folks," he said, stopping next to Frank.  "Hello, Charles.  Kinda nice
to see you in that spot for a change.  Wish I had a camera for that."
	 "Get a good look," Scott said.  "Be the last time anyone sees him
like this."
	"Let me save you the trouble of killing him Scott.  See all Sheriff
Waters has him on is two counts of attempted murder if I've heard
everything right."
	"That's true," Waters said.
	The Ranger pulled a paper out of his coat pocket and waved it.
"This is an arrest warrant.  Mr. Charles Davis you are under arrest for the
first degree murder of your wife and two children."
	"You bastard?" Scott screamed and blood began to flow from his
Uncles' throat."
	Zeus grabbed the knife arm up, squeezed it until Scott screamed and
dropped the knife.  If the old saying if looks could kill was true then
Zeus would have dropped on the spot.
	Frank put his arms around Scott.  "My love, let the law punish him.
You've done your part."
	"He killed my family, for all I know he killed my parents.  I feel
so alone."
	"Aren't you and I family?  Isn't everybody who's been with you
today part of your new family?  Damn it Scott I love you!"
	Scott looked at the bleeding man, spat.  "There's your mercy.  Let
me know when you're going to fry him so I can come pull the switch."
	Scott jumped up and ran out the door before anybody could stop him.
By the time Frank got there he was gone.  He turned to us.  "What do I do?"
	"He'll be back.  Go home and he'll come back to you," Daniel said.
	"Come with me.  I don't want to be alone."
	Daniel gave me a kiss and they left.  Ten minutes later Waters and
Branford had a cuffed and bleeding Davis in the car and on the way to hell.

	A few days later this is what Scott told me happened after he ran
out:
	He walked the streets for a long time, stopping at a liquor store,
buying a bottle of cheap scotch and guzzling as he walked.  Eventually he
sat on a park bench, drank and cried for a long time, slowly getting drunk.
He didn't recall passing out, but the nightmare scared him.  It was Uncle
Charles laughing at him.
	"I'll still torture you through your dreams, no matter how much
booze you drink to try and make me go away.  I still win!" he cried
triumphantly.  Scott snapped to, his breathing hard and fast.  He reached
for the bottle of scotch, then stared at it as he raised it.
	 "No," he whispered, jumping to his feet.
	 "No!" he screamed, throwing the bottle as far from him as he
could.  He turned and stumbled out of the park.  Not really knowing where
he was going, he stumbled along the sidewalk.  This was not what he had
planned.  This wasn't living.  He had wanted to leave all that behind when
he came here.  It still stayed with him.  Despite his work with Zeus and
love of Frank his bitter hatred still controlled him.
	He thought about finding the bottle or buying another one.
	He bumped into a sign, nearly knocking it over.  He focused in on
it.  It pointed into a building, a sign for an Alcoholics Anonymous.
Something drew him inside the place.  He followed signs pointing to a bare
room.  Scott saw teens and younger boys sitting there in a circle.  They
all looked up and saw Scott there.  When the group leader saw Scott, his
expression changed to genuine concern.  He stood up and walked over.
	 "My name is Scott.  I'm an alcoholic.  I need help." He broke down
and started to cry.  The boys quickly surrounded him and hugged him.

	He's been going to the meetings regularly and he found a new
psychiatrist that seems to be helping.  Frank's started to go to the AlAnon
meetings to help cope with living with a recovering alcoholic and dealing
with all those issues.  I've got to give that kid a hell of a lot of credit
for sticking with Scott.

	A week after the events everything was returning to normal when
Margaret showed a couple into my office.
	"Hello, I'm Marc Fogel, general manager of Jorgenson Enterprises.
How can I help you?"
	"We're looking for our son and everybody seems to think you're the
one to talk to.  Most seem to recognize his name but we can't get anything
out of them," the man said.
	"Don't take offense, most of these boys are here because they
couldn't live with their parents.  Many don't trust or like parents.  So
what's your son's name and do you have a picture?"
	He took a snapshot out of his pocket and handed it to me.  "His
name is Christopher Robin Scott, he's just turned twelve.  Do you know
him?"
	I excused myself and ran for the bathroom.  I didn't throw up but
came close.  I put cold water on my face, dried it and tried to compose
myself.
	"Sorry, but my stomach's been upset all day.  Now why have you come
to Peckertown looking for him?"
	"I think you know where my son is," the man said.
	"I may, I may not.  Even if I do I may not choose to tell you.  As
I said many of these boys have good reason to hate their parents.  Answer
my question please."
	"Mr. Fogel, excuse my husband, he's used to getting his way
automatically.  We've come here because we love our son and want him to
come home with us."
	"Why did he leave home?"
	Mrs.  Scott pulled a note from her purse.  "Here read this."

	"Mom, Dad;
		I know you'll find this when you return from this business
trip.  I left shortly after you did, but instead of London I'm off to
Peckertown, AR.
		Why?  Because I'm gay and I know that won't work here.  I
cannot lie and hide, because you have told me not to.  So I'm making it
easier on all of us.
	Love,
	Chris.

	"Is he right?" I asked after reading it twice.
	"I'm afraid he's right.  We live in a rather conservative, upper
class area, Catholic, and the last person who came out was beaten,
severely," Mr. Scott said.
	"But we've put the house up for sale and moving someplace nearby
that's a lot more tolerant.  Signing him up to go Longston Academy which
has a gay student organization.  Please Mr. Fogel, do you know anything
about our son?" Mrs.  Scott pleaded.
	I told them.  Everything.  Including the fact that their son was a
eunuch and would remain that way.
	"Do you still want to take him home with you?"
	"Yes," Mr. Scott said.  This doesn't really change anything.  In
fact this whole episode may bring us closer together."
	I looked at Mrs. Scott.  "He's my baby, I want him home with me.
We'll do whatever it takes to give him his life back."  She buried her face
in her husbands shoulder and started to cry.  At first he was embarrassed
but then his tears flowed as well.  I left them and called Dr. Schwartz.
	I drove them over to Pecker Memorial Hospital and directed them to
Dr. Schwartz's office.  I stayed with them while he explained in detail the
physical damage done to their son and the known long term consequences.
	"Thank you doctor, I guess if my son's gay I guess I wasn't going
to have grandchildren anyway," Mr. Scott said.  "But as long as he adjusts
to his limitations he can have as much of a sex life as he wants."
	"Yes, unfortunately as of now there is no way to restore his sex
organs to the point that hormone replacement therapy will work sufficiently
for him to achieve ejaculation.  If he is fortunate he may experience some
orgasmic reactions but they will always be those of a prepubescent boy."
	"The big question though is how will he come out of this
emotionally?" Mr. Scott said.
	"I'm not a psychiatrist and our staff psychiatrist has only made
visual observations.  What I can tell you now is that he is very depressed,
possibly suicidal.  Seeing you may be the best or worst thing at the moment
but I'm willing to take the chance it's the best if you are.  But both of
you have to steel yourself not to show disgust at his physical condition or
anything else," Dr. Schwartz finished and sat back in his chair.
	Mrs.  Scott rose.  "I only have one more question before we go see
our son.  "How soon can we take him home?"
	"If he's willing?" Dr. Schwartz said.
	"Of course, and if he's not willing now I'll stay here until I
convince him we mean what we say."
	"We'll stay," Mr. Scott said standing.
	"Another few days, a week at most."

	The four of us took the elevator up to the Pediatric Intensive Care
Unit and I saw Dashby sitting on a chair as we got off.
	"Hi Dashby?  Here again?"
	"Yes Mr. Fogel, I mean Marc," he grinned as I started to wiggle a
finger at him.  "Are these more doctors for Chris?  He's sleeping now and
the nurses told me to wait here till he wakes up."
	Mrs. Scott took the chair next to the boy.  Except for the tank-top
that covered his entire body he looked pretty much the way he had that
morning.  He had become our official representative at the hospital.  He
spent time with Chris and had revealed a talent for sketching that was
phenomenal.
	"Your name's Dashby?" She said and he nodded.  His eye's closed
halfway.  "Are you Chris' friend?"
	He nodded again and looked at me.
	"It's OK," I said.
	"I'm beginning to see what you meant," Mr. Scott whispered.
	"We aren't doctors Dashby, we're Chris' parents.  We just got back
from our trip and found the note he left us.  We didn't even know he was
injured until Mr. Fogel told us."
	"He's very hurt.  Won't ever cum.  He's a nice boy," Dashby said.
	"Dash, quit it," I said.
	He stuck his tongue out at me and smiled a smile that was slowly
growing every day.  Then he turned toward Mr. Scott.
	"Why did you come?  He must have had a reason to leave you."
	"Because we love him son, and he really didn't give us a chance to
solve the problem before he came here.  Did your parents give you a reason
Dashby?"  Mr. Scott said.
	Dash looked at me.  I hadn't heard his story yet, and wanted to,
but it wasn't my decision and I told him so.
	"I sort of presented the reason to them," Dash said finally.
	"What do you mean?" Mrs.  Scott said.
	"I'm fourteen and I guess I figured out I was gay when I was ten or
eleven.  Talked the girl game with my classmates but couldn't wait for gym
and the chance to see all my classmates naked in the showers.  Even though
it wasn't my best sport, that's water polo, the 8th grade basketball coach
recruited me for the team.
	"It didn't take me long to find out that it was for more than my
ability as a rebounder."
	"You played power forward?" Mr. Scott said.
	Dashby pulled the shirt up enough to show his legs.  "As I said I
played water polo which really strengthens the leg muscles so I could jump
over most other players and a basketball is a lot easier to catch.  I was
averaging 11.6 boards a game when everything fell apart.
	"You see the reason I'd been recruited was because coach was gay
and seen me cruising the other boys.  He'd ask me to help him clean up
after practice and then we'd shower together.  I couldn't help but stare at
his naked body.  He had a light coating of curly black hair all over his
body, a classic Italian face and a cock that would," he stopped and
blushed.  "Sorry Mrs. Scott."
	"No problem, continue," she said and squeezed his hand.
	He smiled shyly at her and then turned away.  "After a couple of
weeks he 'caught' me at it and seduced me."
	"You mean raped you," Mr. Scott said.
	"No, I don't!  He constantly told me I didn't have to, that I could
walk anytime I wanted.  But I enjoyed it.  I won't say he was my lover but
he was my first sex partner and he taught me a lot.
	"Sorry, it's just the idea of a teacher and a student isn't right.
And being your coach on top of that he had so much power over you."
	"I know the arguments Sir.  Maybe they're right, maybe not.  Don't
know and doesn't matter anymore anyway.  This happened in late January.  As
you can tell I'm from the Boston area and it was snowing bad outside after
practice but he wanted to have sex anyway.  I had my shirt off and uniform
pants down around my knees and he was blowing me when my father walked in
looking for me."
	"Oh shit," Mr. Scott said.
	"Dad went ballistic, thought my cock was going to get bit off when
he tackled coach.  They fought and coach finally knocked my father out.
When he came around coach and I were dressed.  Coach tried talking to my
father but it wasn't any use.  Dad started yelling at both of us, the
names, the curses," Dashby stopped, sniffled and when Mrs. Scott took him
into her arms bawled.
	I took the opportunity to get everybody colas and checked to see
that Chris was still sleeping.  When I got back I found them sitting
together with Dashby in the middle.  I sighed and handed them their sodas.
	"Thanks Mr. Fogel, we were waiting for you," Mr. Scott said.
	"Make it Marc.  Do you want to continue Dash?  You don't have to."
	"I want to.  You see even though I'd known for four years I was gay
I hadn't told anybody because I knew how my father felt about those
'flaming faggot queers' and where we all would end up sooner rather than
later.
	"Dad turned to me and said, 'so you're one of those faggot cock
suckers.'  I said, 'yes dad' and he said 'I'm not your father, no son of
mine is queer.  You have one hour to get anything you want out of my house
and then I never want to see you're damned soul again.'  He stood, spit on
me and coach and walked out the door.
	"Coach drove me home, I packed a duffle bag and my backpack with
everything I wanted and walked out of the house."
	"What about your mother?" Mrs.  Scott said.
	"What Dad says goes.  I can't ever remember hearing her say no to
him.  By the time we got to coach's apartment there was a call from the
superintendent accepting his resignation for personal reasons.  He took me
into his bedroom and we made love the rest of the night.
	"The next morning he told me about here and as soon as he settled
his affairs up there we drove to Peckertown."
	"Where is he now?" I asked.
	"Don't know.  Despite having me around he seemed intent on having
every whore in town.  He went through all our money inside of two weeks.
Then he sent me out to whore.  One day I got home and there was a note on
the door.  It said there were men after him and he and his lover were
moving to another part of the state.  I walked in and the place was emptier
than when we'd moved in.  He didn't even leave me my clothes."
	"Are you still a prostitute?" Mr. Scott said.
	"No, I work at the In Boy Inn as a maid and bellhop.  That's how I
got a look at the guy who did it."
	"Are you happy here?" Mrs.  Scott asked.
	"Getting there.  Me and two of the other maids share an apartment.
I've got a couple of boyfriends.  Enough money for what I want," he
finished with a shrug.
	We sipped our drinks in silence and Mr. Scott and Dash started
going Red Socks vs Yankees and he seemed like a regular boy.
	"Excuse me," came a voice from the door and we turned and saw a
nurse.  "Chris is awake now Dash if you want to go in."
	"These are his parents, let them go in first."

	I sat next to Dash on the bench and he stretched out with his head
in my lap.  "You still whoring?"
	"A little, maids don't make that much and the tips aren't that
great.  But I know the rules and don't solicit guests."
	"How would you like to stop being a maid and start being the house
artist.  You'd set up shop at the two hotels and draw guests or whomever
they want for a fee and we'd split the charge."
	"You serious Marc?"
	"Damn serious.  I've seen your work and it's good.
	We talked while we waited.  And waited.
	After an hour Dr. Schwartz came back out alone and we stood.
	"How's it going?" I asked as Dashby took my hand.
	"Better than I hoped now.  It was rough at the beginning, but Chris
believes his parents are serious about taking him home and taking care of
him.  Help him put his body and life back together."
	"Parents who really care about one of us that much.  I guess
there's hope for all of us," Dashby said.
	"There's always hope my friend.  You'll end up fine with someone
you love."
	"The Scott's said they'd stay at a local hotel and find a way
there.  They said to thank you."
	"Fine, I'll arrange for their car to be brought over tomorrow.  You
want a ride home Dashby?"
	"Yes, but I want to say good-bye first.  If that's OK doctor."
	"Go ahead."
	"What about the other boy?  Is Scott his real name?"
	"Scott Peterson is his name.  He's fifteen and been here almost
since the beginning from what he's told me.  Except for one thing he's
physically fine."
	"He's sterile," I said.
	"Yes, but he's in a different class than Chris.  While sterile
because of that fucking Elastrator he's a perfect candidate for hormone
replacement therapy."
	"You mean he'll be able to have a normal sex life?"
	"95% probable and at the least he'll grow and mature like a normal
male.  Something Chris may never be able to do."
	"You going to take him in Doc?" I said.
	"He's willing to give it a shot, at least until the shots have
taken affect.  Then he's got to understand he needs to take them weekly."


	Both Chris and Scott were discharged from the hospital on April
19th.  Chris and his parents moved into the Governor's Suite at the
Jorgenson Inn for a couple of days before heading home.  That Friday they
insisted on a thank-you dinner for everyone involved.
	Dashby presented them with a family portrait and they made him
promise to stay in touch.  When Mrs. Scott told him he could come visit
whenever he wanted he started crying.  I felt tears on my own cheeks at
that.
	I kept an eye on Scott Davis, he came in sober and never touched a
drop of alcohol, though I saw him looking at the bottles an awful lot.
Couldn't blame him really, without him saying it I knew he still felt
somewhat responsible for his Uncle's rampage.  After dessert he rose and
everybody quieted.
	"Mr. & Mrs. Scott, Chris.  I want to thank you for inviting me and
Frank tonight.  Chris, I'm glad to see you're getting better, and
especially that you're going home with your folks.  I pray that everything
works out for you and that one day you'll find a lover like Frank who'll
stick with you despite everything you put him through."
	"It's called love," Franks said.
	Scott wiped a tear from his eyes, "Scott, I hope that Dr. Schwartz
can do what he says."
	He took a deep breath and continued, "Chris and Scott, on behalf of
whatever's left of the Davis family I'd like to extend our deepest,
sincerest apologies for what happened to you.  If there's anything I can do
now or later to help please call."
	Chris struggled to stand, grabbed his crutches and walked over to
Scott.  "I forgive you.  I wish he'd never done what he did to you, me or
Scott but it's not your fault.  But there is one thing you can do for me."
	"Anything."
	"I hear you're going to AA meetings?"
	"Haven't touched a drop since that night," Scott said with a touch
of pride.
	"I want you to keep it up and succeed.  You hear me?"
	Slowly Scott wrapped his arms around the smaller boy and he started
crying.  Frank rose and took his boyfriend from the injured boy's arms.
	Chris turned to Dashby.  "Take me upstairs to bed."
	"That's not necessary dear.  I'll take you," his mother said and
began to rise.
	Chris turned toward his father and they rolled their eyes together.
Mr. Scott put his hand on his wife's shoulder, seated her and whispered in
her ear.  Her face turned scarlet as understanding dawned.
	Dashby and Chris walked out of the room together.

	When I arrived at the office the next morning I found an hotel
envelope waiting for me.  I opened it and saw it was from Dashby.  After
reading it several times Daniel and I decided to share it with you.

Dear Marc;
	I want to thank you, Mr. Kevin and the Jorgenson family for
everything you've done for me.
	I guess the only way I know how to explain things is to start with
when Chris and I left the party.  There was a wheelchair waiting and I made
him sit in it.
	"I used to help Pop Pop with his and I want you to save your energy
for upstairs," I said when he balked.
	"OK, OK," he grumbled.
	Once upstairs we took two beers from the mini-bar, the 'Do Not
Disturb' sign from the door and put it on the outside of his door before
locking ourselves inside.  Chris got himself from the chair to his bed and
pulled me down next to him.
	We kissed.  It started off simple but I started feeling him come
alive and I started to feel things I hadn't since coach deserted me.
	When he finally broke he looked me in the eyes.  "Undress me, make
love to me Dash."
	Every part of me wanted to do it.  My cock was growing to its max
without being touched.  "Are you sure you're up to it?"
	Chris took my hand and kissed it gently.  He kept hold of it.  "I
want it.  I need it.  I need to know that I can please someone sexually.  I
want you to make love to me my friend."
	I stripped and then slowly, carefully undressed him.  I was a
little, a lot scared when I lowered his boxers since I hadn't seen him
since that day.  They'd always been covered in the hospital.
	Now I knew why.  His beautiful was still there, but his balls and
scrotum were gone.
	"They had to amputate.  They were so damaged they," Chris just
waved his hand.
	"Don't matter," I said and lay him on his back and we kissed again.
This time I kept on kissing him as I moved from his lips to his throat, to
his nipples and down his chest.  Beneath me I felt his cock trying to rise.
I finally kissed my way to a beautiful cut cock head.
	"If this hurts too much," I said and a thrust fille my mouth before
I finished.  For the next who knows how long I sucked, licked and bathed
his cock.  Chris moaned, sighed, rubbed my head and enjoyed it but his cock
remained soft.
	"Enough," he finally said.
	"I'm sorry," I said as I lay down next to him.
	"Don't be.  You gave me more pleasure than I hoped for."
	"I loved doing it too.  If you can't cum it don't bother me."
	"Fuck me," he said.
	I kissed him first.
	"Make love to me Dash."
	"That I'll do.  Can you stay on your back so I can look at your
gorgeous face?"
	"And I want to watch the joy on yours."
	I gently lifted his legs and started rimming his soft rosebud.  I
wanted to ask if that bastard had raped him but then I decided that not
only didn't I want to know, but that it didn't matter.  I pressed my tongue
as far in as I could.  After a while I took the lube from the night stand,
lubed up my fuck finger and slowly worked it inside of him.  Then two and I
felt his prostate beneath my fingers and massaged it as well as spreading
his chute open.
	"Please, fuck me now," Chris said and I could feel shaking in his
legs.
	I lowered them and lubed my cock up.
	"Ready?"
	He nodded.
	I put my cock head to his entrance and slowly pushed in.  Chris
might not have been down here long but he quickly let me in and my bush was
brushing his ass almost at once.  He gasped and I started to pull out but
he shook his head.  Then nodded.  Part of me wanted to make this a long act
of love but I felt he couldn't take that position too long so I set up a
steady rhythm of medium paced long strokes.
	I watched his face and all I saw was bliss and that got my cock
even harder and moving faster inside of him.
	"Fill me with your love," Chris said.
	I couldn't answer.  Between his face, his ass muscles working my
cock and the rising sexual ecstasy I was feeling I knew it wouldn't be
long.  I nodded.
	Somehow I lasted about another five minutes of pounding his tight,
hot ass before I screamed and filled it to overflowing.
	With the noises we were both making I was sure his Dad was going to
kick down the door, but it didn't happen.
	I pulled out, gently lowered his legs and again lay down next to
him.  When we'd caught our breaths we kissed for as long as we could.
	"Dash."
	"Yes Chris?"
	"Come home with me."
	I sat up and looked down at him.  I was speechless and unsure how
to react.  "I don't know," was what I finally sputtered out.
	"You want to grow up here?"
	"It's not so bad.  Friends, new job as an artist which if it goes
well means I won't have to whore."
	"Look, I know how lucky, how rare the opportunity I have.  I want
to share it with my best friend."
	"What about your parents?"
	"Right now their poor baby boy can get anything he wants from
them."
	"Chris, that's not how I want it."
	"Sorry, it's true but we won't use that.  I'm not asking you to
come as my lover or sex partner but as my friend.  We'd go to school
together, you could take art lessons if you want.  I'm willing to share my
luck with you.  Please come home with me."
	I got out of bed and opened one beer and drank half of it down
before I even offered Chris the other.  He turned it down.  I finished
mine, looked at the second and opened it.
	"If you're going to be like Scott."
	"No," I said and put it on the dresser.
	"How do you feel about my setting you up with him?"
	"You thought you were doing me a favor.  I can't hold that against
you and I don't want you to."
	"I don't come from a rich family like you.  My father's a shipping
supervisor."
	"Mine's a divisional president for a conglomerate.  So your life
will be easier and he'll make sure I get the medical treatment I need.
Dr. Schwartz gave him a name of a specialist in New York City.  There's a
chance I can go on the hormone treatments and grow normally.  I'll never
have an erection but at least I'll, I'll."  He stopped and turned his head
away.  "I won't beg you.  You're my friend and I'm giving you, no, that's
not right.  I want you to come home with me and be my friend and whatever
else develops."
	I turned him over, nodded.  We kissed.

	So Marc, you're going to have to get yourself another artist.  Give
my love to everybody, especially Mr. Kevin.

Love,
Dashby