Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2007 07:13:29 +0000
From: Andy Mitchell <andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Ferret chapter 04

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Ferret.

Chapter Four.

I awoke to the sound of raised voices.  I was still enclosed in an embrace
and turned to see Bobby smiling at me.  He leaned in and gave me a quick
peck on the lips.

"Hi gorgeous," Bobby whispered.

"Um, hi," I answered, unsure as to what was happening.

"I'm sorry about over pleasuring you yesterday," Bobby giggled, before
turning serious.  "Chris said you weren't ready for that, so I'm sorry, but
I'd thought you'd like it."

I remembered the intense feelings I'd felt and my dick responded.  "Um,
that's okay Bobby, I did kinda really like it." I grinned at him.

Suddenly there was a crash outside the door.

"FUCK YOU, YOU SICKO!" I heard Pete's voice.

"Pete, please calm down and let me explain," Chris's voice came through the
door.

"Where's Ferret?"

"He's asleep, resting after last night."

"What did you do to him?" Pete demanded.

"I did nothing, as I promised I wouldn't," Chris answered gently.  "I
already feel like I love the little guy, and wouldn't want anything to
happen to him.  He did have some fun with Bobby though, and got over
excited and passed out with it."

"Ferret let Bobby do stuff with him?" I heard Pete's voice crack slightly.

"Yeah, I think they looked very cute together," Chris replied, obviously
not picking up on Pete's distress.  "In fact, Bobby stayed with Ferret all
night."

I thought that I ought to get up and say something to Pete, but my body
still betrayed me, and I stayed in Bobby arms.

I slipped back to sleep, hearing movement outside, and finally a door
downstairs shutting.

The smell of frying bacon stirred me awake.  I looked around and saw I was
lying in bed on my own, the bedroom door open, and the sound of hushed
conversation filtering upstairs from the lower floor.  I pulled the covers
back, shivering slightly as my naked body was exposed to the air.  I looked
around for my clothes, but couldn't find them.  I felt a slight panic,
before remembering I'd given Chris my clothes before going for my then
aborted shower.  I looked around and saw a large t-shirt and some shorts
folded on a chair.  I pulled on the shorts and nipped to the bathroom to
take care of business.

I looked into the bathroom mirror and saw an almost unrecognisable
reflection.  It looked like my face and upper body, but it wasn't me
either.  The hardened look that I'd grown accustomed to had relaxed, but I
didn't know if I liked that.  I grabbed the toothpaste and squeezed some on
my finger and did my best to rub it into my mouth, before gulping some
water and spitting.  I went back to the bedroom and pulled on the t-shirt.
I wandered downstairs, following my nose.

I saw the twins and Chris around the dining table, eating and talking
softly.  Chris noticed me coming into the room.

"Hey big guy," he greeted me.  "Ready for the breakfast a la Christof?"

"Huh?" I said confused.  You could say I wasn't a morning person, although
the clock was saying it was past eleven.

"Food? Bacon, eggs, waffles, fried bread, toast?" Chris replied.

My stomach rumbled at the sound of it all, and a grin spread across my face
as I realised I wasn't going to have to steal for food this morning.

Chris grabbed me and led me into the kitchen, releasing me when he got to
the cooker.

"So you sleep alright?" he asked me, as he popped a couple of rashers on
the grill, and broke a couple of eggs into a frying pan.

"Uh-huh," I answered.

"You want some juice or milk?" Chris asked.

"Uh, milk pleez," I stuttered out.

Chris laughed.  "Not a morning person eh?  The twins were telling me you
were a bugger to get up in the mornings."

Billy spurted his milk out over the table as his filthy mind took a
different meaning to Chris's comment.

Chris threw a cloth at Billy as I sat down and was presented with a plate
heaving with food.

"Aw man, I think I've died and gone to heaven!" I moaned out, before
attacking the plate.

I could see Chris look a bit down heartened at my comment, but a smile soon
came back onto his face as the twins' horse play began to get a bit out of
hand.

"HEY!" Chris exclaimed, as Bobby de-shorted Billy.  "Not at the table!
This place is for sensible conversation and behaviour!"

Bobby looked a little scared at Chris's tone before his brother tackled him
to the floor and dragged him to the lounge.

"They're incorrigible!" Chris moaned.

"They're...uh...<munch>...great...<gulp>...and funny...<swallow>..." I
managed to get out between mouthfuls.

I felt Chris's gaze on me and turned to look him full in the eyes.  One
thing I'd learned if someone was threatening you was to look them directly
in the eyes without blinking.  If they couldn't stare you down, most of the
time they'd back off.

Chris just held my stare, and I ended up looking away, beaten.  I felt
tears begin to leak from my eyes, which I tried to cover up by blowing my
nose on a serviette.

"So do you wanna talk about it Ferret?" Chris asked me.  He chuckled to
himself.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"You never did get to tell me your proper name," Chris said.  "Pete
interrupted us, and, well, last night got a bit out of hand and you zonked
out on us."

I giggled at his description of last night, beginning to grow a little at
the memory.

"Yeah, last night was, um, fun!" I decided.

Chris sat beside me and hugged me gently.

"So were you okay with what you and Bobby did last night?" he asked.

I was quiet for a while, trying to make up my mind.  I saw Chris open his
mouth as if to ask me again.

"Yeah, I guess," I muttered out finally.

"You guess?" Chris quizzed softly.

"Well, the only times I'd done anything like that before was a couple of
nights ago with Pete, when he, um, you know, wanked me off," I flushed,
"and before that was when I was eight, and my mom's pimp raped me after he
found me when my Mom had been murdered."

I said it so matter of fact that I think I caught Chris not realising
properly what I'd said.  When he did, I saw a stunned look spread across
his face as he grabbed me into a hug.

"Oh my poor baby!' he sobbed.  "I promise you that as long as you are here
and I have any breath in my body, you will never be treated like that
again!"

I melted into him, as I sensed he truly meant it.  I could also sense that
although he'd admitted being attracted to us youngsters, he would never
force himself on us.

"Thanks Chris," I sobbed into his shoulder, finally feeling like I'd found
someone to replace my Mom, if he'd let me stay.

"So come on, don't keep me in suspense any longer!" he said, tickling me to
lighten the mood.

"Huh?" I gasped out between giggles as I squirmed to avoid his fingers
digging at my most ticklish spots.

"If you guys are staying here for a little while, like I hope you will,"
Chris paused for effect, "I refuse to call you after a rat!"  He dug his
fingers into my ribs, causing me to squeal loudly.

The next thing I knew, we were on the kitchen floor.  I was on my back,
feeling a bit damp in my shorts where I'd obviously lost control of my
bladder during his tickle attack, and Chris was struggling to hold off the
twins, who had evil expressions on their faces.

I didn't understand for a moment what was happening.  The penny dropped.

"BOBBY! BILLY! LEAVE HIM BE!" I yelled at them.  "He was just tickling me!"

A pair of blonde haired assassins stopped their attack immediately and
looked over at me.

"HUH?" came from Bobby.

"WHA?" was Billy's response.

I looked a bit embarrassed, but immensely comforted that they would attack
a grown man to defend me.

"Um, yeah, we were just like messing around and he goosed me good!" I
admitted.

The twins both got off Chris and helped him up.

"You asshole!" Billy started, only to be cut off by his brother.

"You fuckin asshole more like!" Bobby said.  "We thought you were in
serious like!"

Billy looked at a now dishevelled Chris.

"Aw man!" Billy said.  "I'm so sorry Chris, we thought, well, you know,
when we heard Fezza scream, we're sorry!"

Chris hugged Billy, kissing him on the top of his head.

"Hey, don't worry," he said.  "In fact, I'm so proud that you would act
like that to protect your brother."

Bobby looked confused.

"Well, that's what he'll be if I have my way," Chris said.

Three easy steps to stun young boys.

One.  A stun gun.

Two.  Shower them with affection when they don't think they deserve it.

Three.  Give the hint that you care for them, want them to stay with you
and look after them like they were your own sons.

By the way, using a stun gun on boys tends to be illegal in most countries
so I wouldn't advise it!

Billy was the first to realise the meaning of Chris's comment.

"REALLY?" he shouted, jumping into his arms and wrapping his whole body
around Chris's, covering his face with kisses.

I twigged and hugged the man as well, before Bobby finally caught on and
found some space to wrap his arms.  We stood like that for a few moments.

I pulled away from him, causing him to look down at me.

"Why?" I asked.  "Why would you want to take in boys from the street who
you don't know, don't know what they've done or what they're capable of?"

"Fezz, shut it," Billy hissed at me.

Chris lowered Billy down.

"No Billy, he's got a good point," he said, and led us into the lounge,
sitting us down.

He looked at the three of us, Bobby and I sitting as close to each other as
we could, and Billy, almost straining to keep himself in his sit rather
than sit next to Chris.  Chris spotted Billy's trouble and patted his lap,
which Billy jumped into.  Chris wrapped his arms around him before
starting.

"I told you guys last night that I am attracted to younger guys, well,
young boys really, and you three are all very attractive.  However, I have
never forced myself on anyone before and never will.  I have had sex with a
few boys before, street boys like you are." He paused while that sank in.
"I have never before felt like I do about you three though, especially you
Billy.  I know that seems weird as you and Bobby are twins, but last night
was special to me Billy, and I feel like I would die if anything bad
happened to you, or your brother r Ferret."

Chris chuckled again.  "I really do want to you know your proper name!"

We all giggled, before letting him continue.

"As you can see, I have the means to support three growing lads, and I want
you in my life.  I have always felt like I could have been a great dad, but
have never had the chance because of my sexuality.  I know I can give you a
great life, if you'll give me the chance."

I could see Billy had been sold on the idea before Chris even mentioned it,
and Bobby would stay with his brother no matter what.  That left me, the
ten year old, to figure everything out.  Typical.  Why me!

"How are you gonna manage to do it?" I asked.  "I heard Keefa say before
that we'd never get anyone to adopt us coz of our backgrounds, and that the
only people who'd want Billy and Bobby is some peado who'd never get past
the social."

I could see the hurt in Chris's face, and regretted not re-phrasing it.  I
burst into tears.

"I didn't mean it like you are some peado weirdo!" I sobbed out.  "I know
you'll never hurt us or rape us or anything!"

Billy let go of Chris so he could pull me into a comforting hug.

"I know you didn't kiddo," Chris said, "but it did drive home a point.
People are going to ask that about me, and our relationship, so we have to
be careful about what we say to people, and also what we do until I can get
things sorted okay?"

We all nodded.

"Right then, you guys get showered up while I make a couple of phone calls,
then we'll go shopping for some clothes and get something to eat."

"Yeah! Food!" shouted Bobby, who seemed like he could eat the whole of the
McDonald's stock without putting on weight.

"Yeah! Shopping!" shouted Billy, who loved going in to shops to try on
clothes, before he got run out by the staff.

"Um, yeah, like, that leaves me the shower I guess!" I said, causing the
rest to crack up.

Chris ruffled my hair, as he grabbed a phone and started to punch numbers.
Billy ran upstairs bagsying the shower first.  Bobby wandered up as well,
looking for his clothes.

I started up the stairs, but stayed behind, hiding just out of sight, to
listen to Chris on the phone.  Rude I know, but I have this inner desire to
know that people aren't going to fuck me over.

"Hi Will, it's Chris Franklin, not bad how are you, great, listen I have a
delicate situation that needs sorting and I want the best man on the job to
take care of it."

I saw Chris wander back into the lounge, picking up a t-shirt that Billy
had left.

"Yeah, I need you to start whatever process is needed for me to get custody
of three lads that I rescued off the streets last night.  Oh yeah, they are
absolutely adorable, and I have lost my heart to all three of them already,
well when I bring them in to meet you later you'll see what I mean."

Chris picked up a remote and flicked on his tv, muting it and starting
browsing the teletext pages.

"I think all three are gay, but they are still too young to label them.
Two are twins, Billy and Bobby aged twelve, and the third is a ten year old
who is only known as Ferret.  <chuckles> yeah I know I need a proper name,
but he is mega defensive over details, and from what he's told me I don't
blame him.  If he's told me the truth, which I don't believe he would not,
he saw his Mother murdered when he was eight, and he was raped before her
body was cold."

I heard his voce crack slightly when he said this, before a strength came
into it.  "I want these kids off the street and into a good safe
environment before anything worse happens to them.  I will not allow
anything to happen to any of them."

He was silent for a moment, obviously listening to this Will.

"Yeah, we'll be there about three.  You're the best Will, that's why I pay
you so much!"

Chris finished his call and .

"You wanna come in here Ferret?" he said to me.



End of Chapter Four

OH MY GOD!!!! BUSTED!!!!

Has our little Ferret blown it by eavesdropping on Chris?  Or is Chris
going to turn out to be a knight in shining armour and take the lads in and
treat them well?  What happened between Billy and Chris after Bobby and
Ferret went to bed?  Will Chris, or us, ever find out Ferret's true name?
Why does the circumference of a circle divided by its diameter equal pi??

All these questions and more will be answered in the next instalment of
Ferret.



Authors side note.

Thanks to everyone for their kind words after my note at the end of the
last chapter.  Most of you I'm sure will be pleased to know that, after
getting kicked in the head and knocked unconscious, stretched off to a
hospital and spending the next day "resting", I got to talk with Jack, and
we have sort of worked things out.  We are still going slowly in the
rebuilding of our relationship, but hopefully we will be back together
stronger than before.  Love you guys, you're great!  Thanks.