Date: Sun, 6 Apr 2014 11:35:27 -0300
From: James Fitzhugh <fitzh1943@gmail.com>
Subject: Boy in the Pew

Boy in a Pew

By James FitzHugh

Many thanks to Len in South Africa and Rob Loveboy in Canada for their
editing and technical assistance.

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Chapter 1

Thomas had gone to Church that afternoon. Not that he was overly religious
but, at that moment, he just felt the need to talk to the Man
upstairs. When he did have these talks he'd rarely, well if the truth be
known, never got a reply but after he'd offloaded whatever's been on his
mind, he felt good. Ever since entering catechism classes as a wee boy, the
good Brothers taught him that all anyone had to do was take the problem to
the Boss and He'll do the rest. The only problem with that theory was that
the Boss doesn't work on a time table. The concept of time is man's
invention. That was proved the moment the eminent Mr. Charles Darwin
expounded on his theory of the 'Origins of the Species'. In fact, one of
Thomas' theology professors once noted that the writers of the Genesis
Story in the Bible actually got it right and so did Mr. Darwin. The only
difference between them is that the writers of Genesis referred to a
man-created time table of seven days but, as the wizened old professor
asked, 'Who is to say that a day in the actions of the Boss doesn't take up
millions of man defined years'. Anyway this story is not about the Book of
Genesis, so we'll move along now.

The problem was that so few Churches in the Archdiocese now had daily Mass
because of the shortage of priests. In our City, we had been blessed, if
one could call it that when the traditionalists brought in a priest from
overseas to provide services to their growing Congregation. To Thomas,
although it just doesn't suit everyone's taste, there is something very
special, very reverent about the Latin Mass. People always bitch about the
fact that the Mass is in a foreign language but the truth is that this
particular congregation provides booklets that have the Latin on one side
and the vernacular on the other. So it is real easy for anyone to follow
what is happening on the Altar. While they don't do it for the weekday
Mass, they provide hand-outs at the Sunday Mass in both official languages
for the daily readings of the Epistle and Gospel and other
prayers. Everyone seems happy and the number of attendees seems to be
slowly climbing, particularly among the young families, much to the chagrin
of the Archbishop and the Church Liberals among the clergy and the laity.

Thomas didn't want to get into all this bullshit about the Roman Catholic
approach to the Gay Community. The way he look at it, the Guy Upstairs, or
the Boss as he call Him, knew what He was doing when He created the
humans. Now whether that creation came about by the snap of a finger or by
hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions, of years of evolution was not
really his problem. The way he saw it He, being the Boss, knew that there
would be straights, gays and bisexuals long before the humans did. And,
Thomas believed that He loves each and every one of us regardless of our
sexual orientation.

Anyway, it's not the actual Mass we're talking about here; it's all about
how a young guy and Thomas got together. It's how Thomas ended up slamming
his 8 inch circumcised, totally hard cock down the kid's throat and,
eventually, up his ass. And, no Guys, the kid was not an Altar boy.

As I was saying, Thomas went to Church and as he usually did, he sat in the
back. He wasn't nervous or bothered going up front; he just liked the back
area in this little Church. There was something about this rustic, almost
country, Church and how the artists of long ago had painted awesome
frescoes on the ceiling that when one gazes upon them they are somehow
mystically transported to a place of beauty and serenity.

Anyway, here he was peacefully gazing up at the paintings on the ceiling
and reciting his private rosary when these three young guys came into
Church and took the pew directly in front of him. Well, they're young so
they don't want to be the centre of attention in a Church that might
already be half full when they come in. Of the three, Thomas had seen two
of them before. One, a beautiful blond about 17, is one half of a pair of
twins. Thomas had lusted after these two boys for at least two years but
they are as straight as steel bars. The idea of corrupting them by
introducing their luscious lips and winking, tight boy cunts to the head of
his dripping cock by fair means or foul really hadn't gone very far in his
feverish, nasty mind. However, if one of them ever showed the slightest
interest, Thomas didn't think it would take much to send him on the prowl
and eventually formulate a plan for first one and then the other's
seduction. His ultimate goal would be to get both of them into bed at the
same time and enjoy the spectacle of him fucking one while his brother
stepped up to the plate and fucked the face of his brother. Wow! That would
be hot.  But, for now, Thomas considered them off limits. Damn! Damn!
Double damn!

The second boy also 17 is an Altar server although today is not his day to
serve. He's a cute kid, with brown hair cropped close to his scalp, emerald
green eyes and the most incredible smile. But there is something about him,
perhaps even an air of sanctity about him that has made Thomas shy away
from him. He's one of the young men in this little Congregation that Thomas
felt might be priest material. So again, he is someone that is off limits
but gaud almighty, does he have just the perkiest little ass. If he weren't
off limits, Thomas could certainly entertain thoughts of the kid lying
under him as he wrapped himself around his body like the proverbial boa
constrictor, taking total control of him and he would slowly, ever so
slowly, sink his 8 thick inches of definitely dripping cock deep into that
beautiful little perky butt. Fuck, Thomas knew the thought of him taking
that kid was getting him real horny.

But it's the third kid that excited him. He gives off the impression of
being a bad ass. He's overconfident and yet Thomas knows he hasn't much, if
any, experience. He's a well-built little bugger perhaps no more than 15
going on sixteen or maybe a young sixteen going seventeen. His beautiful
dirty blond hair is a little long so that when he wears his ball cap he has
a halo effect of hair that extends about half an inch, maybe a little more
turned upwards. He's sitting directly in front of Thomas and when he turns
to talk to Adrian, the second boy, Thomas can see the beauty of his young,
acne free face with just a light dusting of peach fuzz on his upper
lip. Thomas could easily picture himself drawing his leaking cock slowly
over the kid's upper lip making his mark. He didn't see any peach fuzz on
the boy's chin so he assumed that he hadn't any growing there yet or he
wipes it away with a razor once in a while. One can tell he's well built,
perhaps even a wrestler in school, because with the buttons of his shirt
undone leaving his shirt open and, even though he is wearing a tight black
T-shirt, one can see the developing pectorals and the beginnings of a nice
six pac. There's just something about this kid that makes Thomas' cock
begin to rise and since he doesn't know him or anything about him, he has
suddenly become a person of interest. Sitting back and staring at the back
of the kid's head, Thomas starts wondering what it would be like to take
this kid down and turn him into an exclusive cock lover.

By now the little Church is one third full. Just as he starts concentrating
on the formation of a plan that will bring the little sod in front of him
to his knees, ready to worship his cock, the bells chime for the entry of
the priest and servers into the Altar area and interrupts his train of
thought.

Thomas settles back and begins to concentrate on the service getting
underway. But, what really pisses him off is the fact that the young guy in
front of him keeps whispering to lad number 2, whom he remembers goes by
the name of Adrian, and there is no doubt in his mind that Adrian, who is
obviously interested in his prayers, is getting annoyed at the constant
interruption. Finally, just before the Gospel, Thomas decides to take
action. He stretches his arm out, grabs the young kid's shoulder, applies
some pressure and leaned in on the right side of his head so no-one could
see him. He gently, delicately, licked the boy's ear and whispered.

"I can give you something really interesting to talk to if you want. But,
for the moment, stop annoying the boy next to you. Just nod your head if
you got it?"

The young man simply nodded his head and Thomas let him go. During the
Gospel and the short homily that followed, the kid in front of him was just
the model of good behaviour. Fortunately the Mass continued without the boy
in front of him causing any further interruptions. Lad number 2, Adrian,
went up to receive Communion and on his way back into his pew, turned to
Thomas and smiled as if thanking him for getting lad number 3 to stop
talking to him. Thomas smiled in return and nodded in acknowledgement.

After the Last Gospel, the priest left the Altar and, as he did, boy number
1 left his pew and headed towards the sacristy while boy number 2 went back
to his knees to continue his prayers. Thomas put his hand out to the boy in
front of him, leaned in and again just lightly ran his tongue over his ear
lobe. He invited the boy to join him in the small hallway off to the side
of the Church leading to the Choir Loft. He really didn't give Thomas any
resistance. He got up and slowly moved down the pew and came round to the
door leading to the loft. Everyone else was either moving to the side exits
or milling around the front door chatting so no-one paid any attention to
them.

Once they were inside, Thomas locked the door. He led the young jock to the
little office off to the side meant for the Choir Director but, now, never
used.

"What's your name", he asked turning to the young lad.

"Pierre", he replied.

"Do you come to Church to bother people who are praying, Pierre?" he asked.

"Nooooo."

"So why were you bothering the kid next to you? Didn't you see he was
concentrating on his prayers?"

As Thomas was talking to him, he stood about two or so feet away from him
and he slowly raised his hand from his side to the point that it was
covering his crotch. He wasn't surprised when Pierre's eyes lowered and
then stayed glued to his fingers as he slowly massaged his swelling cock.

"Answer my question, Pierre", he snapped while continuing to slowly massage
his cock through the material of his jeans.

"I just wanted to tell him something," came the stuttering response.

"And what was that, Pierre? What was so important that you kept whispering
to him?"

"I can't remember so I guess it wasn't that important," the young man
replied.

Suddenly Thomas reached forward with his left arm and hand to grab the
wrist of Pierre's right hand. While the boy initially resisted him Thomas,
using his superior strength, slowly pulled the kid's hand forward until it
rested on his rising mound.

"If you really want to talk to something that would be very interested in
listening to the sound of the flapping of your gums, Pierre, I have 8
inches of prime cock meat that might interest you."

Without Pierre noticing, Thomas removed his hand from his wrist but Pierre
did not take his hand away from the mound. Slowly Thomas moved his hands up
to his shoulders and applied some downward pressure. Pierre slowly went
down to his knees. Once he was on his knees before him, Thomas flipped open
the button holding his jeans at the waist and slid down the zipper. As
usual, Thomas was not wearing underwear. He reached out with both hands and
pulled the kid's head forward so that his nose was imbedded in his very
thick pubic hair. Thomas held the boy's head and nose to his crotch for a
few long minutes.

"Breathe deeply, Pierre. There's a big cock waiting for you in there if you
want it."

After he knew that he had taken a few deep breaths, Thomas pushed the boy
back, slid his hands under his arms and literally lifted him to his feet.

"I think your friends are waiting for you. But, if you're interested in
talking to my dick, you can call me at this number."

Thomas handed him a plain white card with just his first name and a
telephone number printed on it. He opened the door just in time to see boy
number 1, the beautiful blond twin, leaving the sacristy heading toward the
centre aisle and boy number 2 getting up off his knees facing the centre
aisle and waiting for his friend. Neither saw Pierre exit from the Choir
Loft stairway. He moved quickly to join boy number 2 in the pew who
probably never even noticed that he had left.

Okay! At this point we should provide a little bit of information about
Thomas. His name is Thomas Anthony Phillip Creighton. He's 22 years of age
and a student working on his Bachelor of Business Administration at the
local University. He has every intention of using this first degree as his
stepping stone to the Law School at Dalhousie University in Nova
Scotia. He'll be finished his BBA next year. His long term goal is to
follow an Uncle and become an International Law Specialist capable of
working at the International Court of Justice in The Hague. Fortunately,
owing to the generosity of his late Grandfather, who was a renowned Jurist
of long standing, he has a trust which takes care of all his education and
living expenses. Economies, on his part, enable him to live a comfortable
but quiet life style in a nice and well decorated two bedroom home with
several specially designed amenities. His latest addition to the house was
an external sun room at the back of the house away from prying eyes. The
house, itself, is centred on a nice four acres of well-maintained land off
campus. Thomas has plans that when he leaves for Dalhousie, he will break
the property up into decent sized lots and sell them off one by one. He's
been to Halifax several times, so he's already scouted out the area and the
building where he wants to purchase a condo.

Now, it would be rather odd if all you readers didn't want the physical
info. Thomas stands at 6 foot one inch tall and weighs in at 180 lbs. He's
got dark blond hair and a light dusting of hair on his body above his belly
button and a much thicker spread of hair leading from his inny belly button
south into his shorts when he wears them. He does have a rather thick bush
of crotch hair. He doesn't waste his time trimming his pubes because those
who get that far seem to get off when he smothers them by forcing his cock
deep enough into their throats so that their noses and lips are embedded in
his crotch. No-one has complained yet. And yes, he's not bragging when, if
asked, he tells the inquirer that he does have a thick, circumcised 8 inch
dick. You were told that already, so stop with the question marks,
people. You're reading but obviously not paying attention to the story.

Apparently, according to some family members who are supposed to be in the
know, he follows his Uncle Peter in the dick department. Peter's the
criminal law lawyer living in London over the pond. Thomas hasn't seen him
in some six or seven years but always receives cards filled with
encouragement and, quite often, financial contributions to his petty cash
fund from him. His sisters once told him that Uncle Peter moved to London,
England, because he announced to his parents that he was gay and had been
expelled from his family because of the embarrassment. He now lived with a
permanent companion, a member of the Blues & Royals, and had been for
several years. Uncle Peter had given Thomas a standing invitation to visit
them in London and he was seriously thinking about doing just that for a
month or so before he entered Dalhousie.

Thomas worked out a lot in a home gym he'd had had designed by physical
fitness experts because he hated people staring at him. He quite often wore
oversized clothes again because he didn't necessarily like to display his
body publicly. Once, and only the once, he did give in to the pleading of
Hillary Preston, a renowned local photographer and a boyhood chum of
his. He permitted Hillary to take some pictures which, after Thomas had
viewed them and given his permission, he put up on the internet under an
alias. Hillary's apparently been asked for a lot of copies of the pictures
which he sells at 50 bucks a set. Another little detail is that Thomas
rarely wears underwear but when he does, he likes the feel of silk boxers.

Physically, Thomas had wide shoulders, a nicely defined but not overly
developed chest and a narrow waist. He is not a sex fiend as such but he
loves sex and spends a lot of time researching a potential bed
partner. Once he'd found a candidate, he's prepared to invest the time to
slowly seduce him, first at a distance and then, once he's physically met
him, he works at getting into his quarry's head. He doesn't normally rely
on the use of date rape drugs, cannabis, poppers or alcohol to reel in his
prey but he has been known to resort to one or another or, on very rare
occasions, all of them in the pursuit of the goal. When Thomas is in bed
with a partner it is not about the getting off as much as it is about the
full enjoyment of working the partner's body from the top of his ears to
the tips of his toes, both front and back. It can take hours but it is
really about the time working each other up to that great crescendo of the
orgasm. And truthfully, Thomas doesn't give a fiddler's fuck about how much
time he spends working his partner because he has already determined that
it is going to be an experience they will both remember.

One might think that Thomas had a constant stream of lovers but the reality
is that he had no more than two or three a year. A lover might last a day
or several months. He had yet to take a permanent lover but that's only
because he hadn't yet met the man who rocked his boat. That's not to say
that he hadn't had some really deep lovers but the two he might have
considered spending his life with both moved on to further their studies or
careers in another part of the country or overseas and, at the time, he was
not ready to make the commitment and follow them. Okay, now you know
everything you need to know about Thomas, so we'll get back to the story.

It was several days before he got the chance or, really, was inclined to go
back to Mass during the week. It's something about the fact that according
to is Church obligations, he had to go on Sundays and he really did enjoy
going on Sundays but during the week, it was his decision whether or not he
would go. Sometimes he did when it was convenient and sometimes when he had
appointments or classes, he didn't. So, after his first episode with
Pierre, he hadn't been back for three days and was just a little
disappointed but by no means put out. Now it was Friday evening and for
some reason he decided he wanted to go. But still, Pierre had not called.

Thomas walked into Church by the front door and after greeting a few
people, he moved to his favorite pew at the back of the Church. As he knelt
there, reading a book, he suddenly felt a light tap on his shoulder. He put
the book down and turned around to see Pierre with a really lovely smile on
his face. He must have had his own wheels today because Thomas did not see
the two young men with whom he had come the last time. He gently nodded his
head to the right and walked away towards the door leading to the choir
loft. Thomas waited a few minutes, closed his book, checked to see that
no-one was watching him and got up to follow the boy. Once he got through
the door, he turned and locked it.

Pierre was leaning on the desk in the little office. There was no doubt
that there was some activity in his growing crotch department.

"So, Pierre. Why are we here?" Thomas asked walking over to a wooden
cabinet mounted on the wall. He opened the box to display a TV monitor.

"What's that for?" asks the inquisitive 16 going 17 year old. Yes, Thomas
did ask him his age. He'd certainly known the boy wasn't 18 yet.

"It's from the days that they used to televise the Mass for shut-ins from
this location", Thomas replied. "The Church is wired for several
cameras. There are two on the Altar ? one on the right and the other on the
left and two others, again one on the right and one on the left, facing
down the Church so that they could have random shots of those in
attendance."

"Do they still use them?" he asked.

"I don't think they have used them in a while except for special events
but, I think, the return of the Latin Mass to the Archdiocese might peak
someone's curiosity and they might start to broadcast from this site
again."

"Are the cameras always on?"

"Yeah, they are", he said as he reached over and turned on one of the
switches. "See, I can turn on each camera depending on what I want to look
at. I can zoom in the camera," he said as he deliberately zoomed in on a
pretty young lady's face in one of the middle pews, "or, pull back to take
a wider shot of the whole congregation."

"Are they recording", asked the young jock.

"Nope, they can't record at present. But if there was a VHS recorder hooked
up, they could." Thomas wasn't about to tell the kid that the small
cupboard on the floor near the window had several working and connected
VCR's stacked one on top of the other. They were used to record special
events. Nor was he going to tell the kid that there were several cameras
cleverly hidden in this very room connected to those VCR's. "But," he
continued by way of explanation, "the way it used to work was that the CBC
or Radio Canada would bring their truck alongside the Church. They would
then open that window and would haul cables from the truck to that TV
monitor and hook it up. Then someone would sit in this room during the
entire service, watching the service and changing cameras as they thought
necessary. There would be another guy in the truck making sure the taping
was going properly but everything would all be recorded in the truck. If,
at some later time, they wanted to take stills from the footage or they
needed to shorten the broadcast because of time constraints, it would be
done at the studio. At the end of the service, they would simply disconnect
the cables, close the window and drive off."

"You mean someone sat here and listened to the whole Mass?" Pierre asked

"Yup! Even if the guy was what we Romans called 'a black protestant' or
heaven's forbid 'a Baptist' which, thankfully, he usually wasn't", said
Thomas with a chuckle. "The whole room was sound proofed and, as you can
see, the door is really sealed so that no sound gets in or light
escapes. But, we can see and hear everything going on in the Church."

"I know there are Baptists but are there really 'black Protestants'?" asked
Pierre.

"To tell you the truth, I have no idea. I think it was just something the
religious instructors used to say to scare the crap out of us. Maybe a
'black Protestant' was something like the bogey man," replied Thomas as he
flicked another switch and the sound of people entering and greeting each
other in the back of the Church was heard.

"All this time everyone is on candid camera", laughed Pierre.

"That's the way it works", replied Thomas now moving back to the table and
stopping about a foot away from Pierre.

"So, back to my question, kid. Why are we here?"

Pierre reached out and slowly moved his hand so that it came to rest on
Thomas's mound. He began to gently rub Thomas' growing crotch. "Maybe I
want to find out more about what lies behind the zipper."

"You won't find out up there, bud." He said as he slowly lifted Pierre off
the desk. Once Pierre was standing, Thomas applied a downward pressure on
his shoulders. "But, you will find out everything you need to or want to
know once you're on your knees. So! Let's trade places."

Now Thomas was leaning against the desk with his legs well spread so that
Pierre was comfortably on his knees between them; his face and lips but a
few short inches from his desired prize. He was looking up at the TV
monitor not yet paying attention to Pierre. Nor, for that matter did Pierre
notice Thomas reach under the table and press a button that turned on the
cameras and sound recording in their little room.

"You know we have 35 or 40 minutes once Mass begins don't you?" he asked

"Yes," came the young jocks reply as he looked up into Thomas's eyes.

"Think that's enough time for your first lesson?"

"Yes."

"Ever sucked dick before?"

"No."

"What makes you want to now?"

"I don't know. I just liked the smell when you had my nose in your pubes
the last time, I guess."

"Really!" asked Thomas.

"Tell me about the smell." he said as he slowly moved his fingers through
Pierre's hair. He wasn't grabbing or pulling a tuft of hair. He was just
playing with it. "But first, let's get you where you want to be. You better
pop the button and slide down the zipper. But don't pull out the prize just
yet."

"Why?"

"Because you said you liked the smell and I want you to enjoy that smell
again. There's lots of time so you can dwell in your special place for as
long as you want, okay?"

Pierre slowly reached up and undid the button holding the waist band
closed. Then he took the head of the zipper between his thumb and
forefinger. Using his other hand, he pulled the fabric out just in case
Thomas was not wearing any underwear. Then, slowly, ever so slowly, he
edged it down. Once he reached the bottom, Pierre simply leaned forward and
knelt there breathing in the aroma of man crotch wafting up his
nostrils. But Thomas was interested in having Pierre's nose deep inside the
open flaps of his jeans so he reached down, interlaced his fingers behind
Pierre's head and slowly drew him to the potential prize.

"Breath in deeply, bud. Let that smell you crave seep into your very
pores."

He held Pierre's head tightly in place for a few minutes but then eased off
the pressure but Pierre stayed where he was. Thomas knew that the kid was
now breathing in his smell all on his own.

Thomas looked down at the top of the young jock's head. Then reaching down
to take hold of his chin, he lifted Pierre's head so that he could look
straight into his eyes.

"So why are we here Pierre? Why are you, a well-built 16 going 17 year old
jock on his knees ready to service my dick?"

"Bbbbbbbecause", stammered the boy, "I know you and I want to serve you
just like my brother did."

Thomas's fingers tightened on the boy's jaw, "What are you talking about?
What brother?"

"You're Thomas Creighton. My brother is Paul Pichette. One night when my
brother got really, really drunk he lay down on my bed and I held his head
on my stomach as he told me all about Thomas Creighton, the man he loved
and the man he had to leave."

Thomas was now very curious. "Why have I never seen you before? How come
Paul never mentioned a brother?"

"That was because my family had made a decision when I was 12 that I would
stay with my grandparents up in Maisonnette where they lived because they
were now very old. They didn't want anyone to look after them but they
wanted someone younger to just be there for them to do the little things
they couldn't any more. So I was sent up to the village of
Maisonnette. Paul was in High School so he stayed here."

"Well", said Thomas lowering Pierre's face back down so that his nose was
once again embedded in his open crotch. "I really missed Paul when he left
for the Military College in British Columbia. It didn't come all that
sudden, though. He talked about it for a few months before he left. Then,
after one last weekend together, he left. I only received one letter from
him."

Thomas looked up to see what was happening on the TV monitor. The people
were now saying the Rosary. He let Pierre continue to breathe deeply from
his crotch. Then taking Pierre's head in his hands again he tilted it
upwards. "You know, when I first saw you, I thought you looked familiar but
I just couldn't place it. I thought I'd seen you around somewhere and now
I've just remembered where. I remember Paul took a card out of his wallet
once and handed me the wallet while he was talking with a store clerk. I
flipped to a part of his wallet where he had pictures of his parents; a
little girl who I think he said was a niece and a picture of him and a
younger boy. But he never told me who the kid was and, now that I think of
it, I was stupid not to ask."

Pierre smiled up at Thomas. "I can tell you what Paul told me that night."

"And what was that?"

"He had never met a more demanding, commanding, complete lover. But, unless
he was willing to totally give in to you and not develop on his own, he had
to leave. He was always afraid that he would lose himself in you. But, the
most important thing he told me was that everything that happened between
you happened because he wanted it to and you allowed it. He said you didn't
believe in all that artificial slapping around. He said that the sign of
the true master is to watch another give himself totally and willingly to
him on his own."

Suddenly something flashed through Thomas' mind. "I think your brother
talked too much kid. I don't know if I want to go through with this", he
said reaching down to pull Pierre up to his feet.

But Pierre had already made up his mind as to what he wanted. Once on his
feet he pushed Thomas back onto the desk. Thomas could have resisted him,
of course, but he wanted; no he needed, to see where the kid wanted to go
with all this. Now it was Pierre's turn to take Thomas's face in his hands
and in a very determined voice, the young jock said "I want to go through
with this. I want to know what my brother had found so special that he had
to run across the country to get away from it. I want to know who Thomas
Creighton is and why he meant so much and still does to my brother. And, I
want to know why, after only a few short minutes on my knees that first
time; I became intoxicated with your smell."

Thomas in a sudden flash move turned the tables on Pierre so that suddenly
Pierre found himself on his back on the desk with Thomas lying over him,
totally dominating him "You realize kid that if I decide to go through with
this you will be mine, all mine, and only mine?"

"Yes."

"And you realize that you are submitting to me of your own free will and I
can do anything I want with you?"

"Yes"

And you realize that once we both willingly and freely commit to going
forward, I will definitely mark you as mine just as a dog pisses on a fire
hydrant to mark his territory?"

"Yes"

"Then", said Thomas lifting himself off of Pierre's body. "Get on your
knees for your first lesson."

To be continued.

Authors Note: I would like to apologize to my readers for the mistake I
made when this story was first published on Nifty. In the opening chapter,
I referred to Mr. Darwin's 'Theory of Relativity'. Nick, one of my readers,
so rightly chastised me for my lack of attention to accuracy and pointed
out to me that it was Mr. Albert Einstein who developed the 'Theory of
Relativity' and it was Mr. Charles Darwin who developed the theory on the
'Origins of the Species'. Thank goodness that with the help of David at
Nifty, I was able to correct my horrendous mistake before the story was
reviewed by the Nobel Committee for Literature. Oh, yes! I did think of
firing my editor who didn't catch my mistake either, but unemployment is so
rife in his Country that I decided to give him another chance and let him
keep his job. hehehehahahahaha lol lol.