Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2007 10:01:50 -0500
From: carl_mason@comcast.net
Subject: INDOMITABLE SPIRIT - 12

INDOMITABLE SPIRIT - 12

Copyright 2007 by Carl Mason

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the written permission of the author.  However based on real events and
places, "Indomitable Spirit" is strictly fictional.  Any resemblance to
actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.  As in real life, however, the sexual themes unfold
gradually.  Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to
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This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between males, both
adults and teenagers.  As such, it is homoerotic fiction designed for the
personal enjoyment of legal, hopefully mature, adults.  If you are not of
legal age to read such material, if those in power and/or those whom you
trust treat it as illegal, or if it would create unresolvable moral
dilemmas in your life, please leave.  Finally, remember that maturity
generally demands safe sex.


CHAPTER 12

(Revisiting Chapter 11)

"You're right, Tommy.  I do find Ken attractive, but, Tommy, he is not you
- and he will never be you.  You and you alone are my chosen.  It's true
that the boy has a barely hidden intelligence that burns with white-hot
heat.  He also has more courage than most people I've met in this life.
I'd like to help him to rise above his beginnings and discover what he can
be.  I'd like to show him my love.  I'd like him to walk that road beside
his new brother, but confuse the two of you?  No way...  Trust me, Tommy!
Have patience with me!  Love me!" .

(Continuing Our Story - In the Dead of Night)

Before dawn, Eli and Tommy were up and plotting how they might best get Ken
off the farm.  They finally decided to leave home immediately and take him
directly to the beach house once they had him.  Still before dawn, Eli left
a message with his secretary and then phoned John.  Was he willing to have
Ken's "papers" ready in the immediate future?  Snickering at how completely
Eli had accepted a central role in saving the youngster, John reminded him
to have his denarius ready!

Light was barely showing in the sky back towards the town and the Gulf when
they pulled up before the farm manse.  Taking care of the transfer of
ownership took only minutes, for John had been waiting for them and had
already prepared the papers (and some hot coffee).  After Eli had smiled
and pressed the requisite coin into his palm, they silently walked over to
Zeb's shack.  Although the farm shrouded in darkness was still quiet, the
family was already up and getting ready for the work day.  Zeb greeted them
at the door, showing no sign of surprise.  Kenny's brothers simply went on
with what they were doing, their bodies listless as they pulled themselves
together.  His mother, on the other hand, stood with a hand protectively on
her son's shoulder, her eyes already showing pain.  Eli explained that it
was time to remove Ken from danger...if he wanted to accompany them. John
had helped by selling the boy to him.  Ken's answer came quickly.  In turn,
he hugged his mother, his brothers, and his father.  Zeb was still distant,
although he wished the boy a good life.  (At that, his mother began sobbing
quietly.)  He left the little shack, taking only a wooden flute with him.
Eli suspected that he had nothing else to take.

In the backseat of the car, Tommy comforted a shaken boy whose mind told
him it was unlikely that he would ever be reunited with his family.
Finally, as the tears began to flow, his body shook with the misery that
comes when a father turns his back on his male child.  As if to lighten the
burden, he suddenly spewed out the reasons for his father's rejection to
the boy who was holding him.  Eli's heart warmed as he heard Tommy tell him
in a voice, now also choked with tears, that not all men turn away, that,
for instance, he hadn't, nor did he have any intention of doing so.  In the
rearview mirror, he saw Tommy kiss the boy firmly on the cheek and the lad
simply collapse into his arms.  As a bright sun rose over the Gulf, they
reached Eli's beach residence at the end of a long, unpaved approach road
and spilled joyfully out of the car onto the hot sands.

(Sun and Sand)

For three days, Eli, Tommy, and Ken gloried in the shore, a shore whose
public and private beaches alike were as yet uncrowded by throngs of spring
and summer users.  It was almost a kaleidoscopic time for all three of them
wherein one impression merged seamlessly into another - sand, water, heat,
ointment, tans, building sand castles, wrestling, eating and, at night,
jogging along the moonlit beach and sharing their hearts.  Eli knew well
that Ken had to be integrated into a new and almost totally unfamiliar
life.  At fourteen, the process could not be easy or completely pleasant.
Though he feared sending the wrong message, he bravely sketched
alternatives for the lad.  For instance, he had a friend who owned a farm
in the inland reaches of the little Sheikhdom, and two others in other
jurisdictions that bordered the Gulf.  A fourth owned three fishing boats.
As much as he liked and admired the lad, he would seek a more familiar life
for him, if that were his preference.  Kenny emphatically let his host know
that it was NOT his preference.  To underline his position, he jumped on
Eli's back during one game, growling jokingly into his ear as he lay prone
and breathless on the sand that they were STUCK with him!  The Doctor
finally decided that it was probably best to leave it at that!

On his part, Ken almost worshiped Tommy and tried in every way possible to
model himself on his hero.  He became obsessively clean, jumping into the
Gulf or the shower as often as Tommy ever did.  While there was always
something of a drawl about his speech, his English improved by leaps and
bounds.  Coupled with an impressive speaking voice, he made a fine
appearance.  Though Tommy would not push it while down at the beach, he
mastered his letters and even began to read a bit.  Though instinctively
rather reserved like his father, Tommy's constant example led him to begin
acting affectionately in the same informal manner as his "bother."  It was
still obvious, however, that he found it almost impossible to fully relax,
let go, and simply enjoy living.  He still had to "work at it!"  Both boys
were athletes.  Though Tommy was three years older, they were extremely
competitive.  Ken neither lost easily nor, at the beginning, with much
grace.  Losing a simple foot race along the beach, for instance, might lead
to his pouting for hours in the open area under the porch.  Eli just hoped
that he never met a poisonous snake under there.  (There weren't many in
this part of the Sheikhdom, although an incident was occasionally
reported.) In one of those moods, he would probably catch the poor reptile
and eat it alive, including its poison sacs!

In any case, however the day went, the three of them capped it off with
nearly an hour in the hot tub.  Years afterwards, Kenny claimed that this
came to be his favorite part of the day - for a reason that was a bit
"different".  It was in Eli's hot tub that he became more comfortable
showing his excitement over the male form.  Tommy was always fearless.
What others thought about him was essentially their problem rather than
his.  While he would not jack off in the hot tub, he had no problem
springing a boner or commenting about himself or others.  Eli always played
the game with adults, but with the boys he was as casual and unreserved as
Tommy.  You could even touch as well as look...as long as you didn't carry
it too far or offend someone for whom sex was more private.  Kenny would
never forget the first time he went really hard as he stood for a moment on
climbing into the tub.  Tommy proceeded to lay it across his palm and
stroke it to the point that it really started to pulse.  He then grinned
admiringly, saying, "Good one, bro," and arguing that it was by far the
most impressive one that he had ever seen.  Kenny went even redder (and
almost exploded) when Eli agreed and gave the heavy handful a little
squeeze!

As their first stay on the shores of the Gulf rolled towards its end, Eli
decided that it was again time to reach out to close friends and involved
the boys in planning a small, last- night bar-b-que.  Fewer than a dozen
and a half people gathered under the lights, but in the main they knew each
other and, more importantly, they knew the rules.  There was a handful of
senior doctors, a few interns, two or three students whose invitation was
requested by others, and the Head of the Nursing Department and her
absolutely stunning partner.  (Invitations to parties at his home in the
city involved people of every persuasion; invitations to parties at the
beach tended to be more "restrictive," though that wasn't written in
stone.)

Be that as it may, tonight's group was very warm and quickly involved those
few who were less known, including the two (naked) young men who served.
In truth, it wasn't the easiest occasion for Kenny, but he decided he
wanted to try it rather than have pizza in town followed by a movie.  (Eli
and Tommy felt that he did magnificently and told him so in no uncertain
terms.)  The drinks, the hors d'oeuvres, and the dinner went famously.
After dinner Dr. Mills (the Assistant Chair), Ms.  Foley (the Nursing
Director's partner), and Rolf Fetzer (one the interns) brought out
instruments and played a delightful selection of folk songs, not only of
the Gulf but of different countries.  Half- way through, Dr. Mills asked if
anyone else cared to join in.  (Evidently, the invitation had included an
invitation to bring an instrument.)  When no one volunteered, he said
jovially, "Are you sure?"  Everyone was surprised when Kenny shyly held up
his hand.  When recognized he said that he had his handmade flute and would
be happy to join in.  He played with the group, and he played one solo that
was so hauntingly beautiful that Mills asked him who had written it.
Turning a bright red, hanging his head, and shuffling his feet, he finally
admitted that he had.  The audience gasped and broke into applause and
cheers that shook the surrounding dunes.  (The strapping, rough-hewn
fourteen-year-old didn't exactly fit their stereotypes of a flutist!)  Most
offered him enthusiastic personal compliments before leaving for home.  As
was the informal rule at these small gatherings, there was opportunity for
everyone to walk along the beach before leaving for home.  Many waved to
Eli and the two boys, unwinding in the hot tub, as they walked by on the
way to the parking area.

The evening was marred by only one incident.  At one point, Tommy went back
to the boys' room to get something.  As he opened the door, he saw
immediately that Haley Mills was about to go down on Kenny who was fully
erect and otherwise clearly aroused.  Tommy cooly asked Dr.  Mills to speak
with his Master...immediately.  He then sat on the edge of Kenny's bed,
explaining to the boy that there was no sexual interaction between guests
when at the house.  (Maybe in dunes along the beach, but not at the
house...)  The tearful youngster said that he hadn't thought it was the
thing to do, but he didn't know how to handle Mills' coming on to him.  He
had decided that he would treat it as "nothing special" - as boys on the
farm did when an overseer wanted some "relief" - and go along with it,
albeit passively. The boys spent some time discussing how to avoid such
problems.  Before the evening was out, Eli had apologized to Kenny, assured
him that he had done nothing wrong, and said darkly that it would never
happen again.  He asked if Tommy had spoken with him about ways to avoid
such behavior.  Assured that he had, he dropped the subject.  (Ken never
discovered what happened, but Mills apologized and never took advantage of
him again.)

(Return to the City)

Initially, the boys were happy and excited to be home.  Kenny, in
particular, found the facilities in the house to be "magical," though he
did successfully plead with Eli to let him room with Tommy (in his
"official" bedroom) rather than occupy a separate room.  Tommy's hard work
with a very receptive Ken on cleanliness, manners, and language was paying
off.  In fact, Kenny was absorbing so much and so quickly that he expanded
his introduction to reading and gave some additional instruction in serving
at the table.  Physically, the new gym was especially important for him.
As one might guess, they were times when he needed to work off his
frustrations.  The gym equipment provided far better targets than the
people around him!  Hasan from the slave center, who had been hired to work
with both boys, was thoroughly impressed.  In particular, Hasan felt that
Kenny could become a world-class weight lifter if he began to focus his
efforts and program as he approached his fifteenth year.

One evening after supper, as Eli allowed himself to enjoy a few minutes of
reading and music in the library, Kenny wandered in.  As usual, he acted as
if he wasn't after anything specific.  Eli knew better, but for a few
minutes he just enjoyed the sight.  The boy probably had the most beautiful
skin he had ever seen on a human being.  Without blemish, it actually
glowed softly as from a warm inner light.  Lithe he was not, but the
heavily muscled late fourteen-year-old was still one of the most striking
physical specimens he had ever encountered.  Coupled with an easygoing
personally, increasingly able to show his affection, he was proving to be a
delightful addition to the family. Reaching out an arm, he finally invited
the lad to join him on the couch.  With a warm smile, Kenny accepted the
invitation and simply cuddled for a moment.  The lad did everything but
purr as Eli gently stroked his soft inner thighs and, hooking his hand
under his upper scrotum, ran his thumb down the magnificent shaft.  "Hi,
Master," he finally whispered.  "Hi yourself, muscles," Eli responded.
"What's up?"  "Give it a moment," the youth groaned as he changed position
slightly, further opening himself to Eli's explorations.  When the good
doctor's inaction told him that "exploration" was not on his present "ToDo"
list, he grunted sadly and sat up.  "Got a moment, Master?" he asked.

When his beloved Eli responded, "Any time, muscles," he grinned and
recounted Hasan's comments about his potential as an international weight
lifting champion.  "You are pleased?" Eli asked.  "Oh, yes, Master," Kenny
replied without hesitation, "but there are problems."  Accepting the
invitation in Eli's eyes to continue, Kenny (who was fast becoming
increasingly articulate) explained how this would mean that he had to
concentrate on his weight lifting, i.e., devote most of his gym time to it,
devote a great deal of his free time, and probably turn away from his music
and advanced work in academic subjects.  "I wouldn't want you to think that
I'm unwilling to work hard, sir," he continued, "but I think I have things
to do in my life that are more important than lifting weights.  Sure, I
want to continue building my body, but I kinda feel that too much focus
isn't the way to go, as least right now.  Would I disappoint you if I told
Hassan that I was excited about continuing to develop, but wasn't ready to
restrict myself to a strongly athletic path?"  "I think you must go where
your whole being tells you to go, my son.  If you change your mind later,
however, do not have any qualms about changing your actions.  Understand?"
Kenny reached up to kiss Eli on the cheek, stood, and finally worked his
way out of the library.

Almost on his heels, he was followed by Tommy.  ("So much for my 'quiet
time'," Eli thought and grinned as the boy crossed the room.)  "Master, are
you absolutely decided that I should begin academic tutoring this week?" he
asked...just a little rebelliously.  "Why, Tommy?  Is there a problem?" Eli
responded quietly.  "Well, sir, it's been a long time since I was back in
the States.  I think I've forgotten most of what I knew!  Then, too, we're
living a good life."  Tommy almost thought out loud, "I wonder if it's
really necessary.  From the moment the conversation began, Eli knew that no
amount of logic was going to reassure the youngster.  In fact, he could
very easily get tangled up in the old "parental ogre" stereotype, known so
well to parents of adolescents.  A good sportsman in his own right, he
decided the time had come to punt!  "Well, my friend," he stated calmly, "I
know this is something we need to work out.  I'm going to ask you to do two
things.  First, I want you to ask your brother one question: What jobs
could he have had as an adult on the farm?  As a completely unrelated item,
I want you to think of what you would like to have and/or to do for your
eighteenth birthday in a few weeks.  Get back to me with your answers to
both questions, ok?"

Mumbling to himself as he walked up the stairs, Tommy knew full well that
his opening sally had been deflected.  Moreover, in the depths of his mind,
he knew that education was absolutely necessary for all of the life paths
that he was interested in following.  Today, however, he was feeling like a
teenager!  He would follow Eli's "suggestion" and see what happened.  His
birthday?  Well, he needed to check with Ken for ideas in any case.
Arriving at his bedroom door, he decided to kill two birds with one
stone...or something like that.

He immediately saw that Ken was fully stretched out on his bed, on his
stomach.  ("Man, what a build," he chortled to himself for about the
fiftieth time in the last few days.)  Sitting on the edge of the bed, he
began to massage Ken's back, his rump, and the back of his legs.  Letting
out a long, deep moan, Kenny squirmed in pleasure.  "Oh, yeah!" he finally
rumbled.  "That you, Tommy boy?"  "Nah," the older lad snorted. "It's the
family cat!"  Rolling over on his side and looking up at his hero through
heavy eyes, Kenny asked, "Hey, man, what burr got up your rear end this
afternoon?"

"Dunno," Tommy answered, somewhat embarrassed.  "None of it's your fault
anyway.  Got a question for you.  Let's say that you had stayed on the
farm.  What jobs could you have worked up to as an adult?  Really, Ken,
it's a serious question.  No jokin' around!"  Kenny scratched his stomach
for a moment before suddenly reaching up, dragging Tommy down beside him on
the bed, and pinning him with his heavy legs.  "Ah shit, Kenny, I'm
serious!" Tommy complained.  "Ok, ok," Kenny grumbled.  "The answer's easy.
Not a damned one.  I hear tell that overseers are almost always freemen,
chosen for their muscle and their willingness to do anything the owner
tells them to do to keep the slaves in line.  Wait...  There is usually one
slave whom the owner uses for his own purposes.  Usually, he's a lot better
at keeping order than the overseers, but it's best if the slaves don't see
another slave in a position of authority.  On John's farm, that man is Dad.
Do I have to tell you that I'd never get the separate shack and the woman
when Dad dies?  Everybody knows I hate slavery - and that I don't like
women.  So, Tommy, if I had escaped the guys stalking me - and that's a big
'if' - I would have lived my life out bedding down in some ruined stall.  I
would have gotten up before dark to work in the fields until it was almost
dark.  Another owner might have chained me with others in work gangs.  I
would have been hated and kicked around for liking men anytime the others
got angry or frustrated.  They may live like dumb animals, but they're
smart enough to know you can't take it out on the overseers.  That answer
your question?"  "Yeah," Tommy answered, "but know something, bro.  It sure
as hell isn't going to happen around here!"  With that, he reached for Ken
and kissed him square on the lips.  Kenny sighed and promptly returned the
favor...with a little tongue.  Tommy...  Well, readers, you know what
happened then, yes?  Let's give the youngsters a little privacy.


To Be Continued