Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2008 10:00:34 -0500
From: carl_mason@verizon.net
Subject: JAMIE WRESTON - 8

JAMIE WRESTON - 8


Copyright 2008 by Carl Mason

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the written permission of the author.  However based on real events and
places, "Jamie Wreston" is strictly fictional.  Any resemblance to actual
events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  As
in real life, sexual themes unfold gradually.  Comments on the story are
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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 8

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please note that my e-mail address for comments, questions,
etc. has changed.  The correct address is: carl_mason@verizon.net )

(Revisiting Chapter 7)

A little while after he had heard Jamie's screams, Craig staggered back
into the living room clad only in his briefs.  Strange, did he hear sirens
over the music?  When he heard a knock on the door, he unlocked and opened
it.  There were two policemen...  What was happening?  "Sir," one of them
said, "we've had several complaints about loud music and one report of
violent screams.  Can you clear this up?"  As the vomit rose in his throat,
Craig simply pointed towards the bedroom.  Finding a naked young man lying
in his own blood - and four rough types whose naked bodies were smeared
with blood and dripping cum - they immediately called for backup and an
ambulance.

(Continuing Our Story: The Dimensions of a Tragedy)

Using a phone number given them by Craig, the police called Matt to tell
him that Jamie had been taken to the hospital.  They said nothing about
Craig who was in complete shock and stubbornly refused to discuss the what
had happened.  Nor did they mention that they had four toughs in custody
who were also refusing to say a word.  Though he had been delayed in the
Midwest by weather, he said that his plane had finally landed.  Still at
BWI (Baltimore-Washington International Airport), he would drive directly
to Anne's Harbor.

Once Matt reached the hospital, Jamie's doctor, Ken Stanic, told him that
the boy had been gang raped.  After pumping his stomach out, he had been
taken to surgery to repair some significant damage to his anus and rectum
and minor damage to his genitals.  At this time, the lab technicians were
still trying to determine exactly what the young man had ingested, though
it didn't appear that it was still affecting his physical condition.  After
sitting with the physician for a few minutes, Matt took his hands away from
his face, saying that he had to stop by the Police Department.  He'd be
back as soon as he was through there.  Ken was an old friend.  Telling Matt
to take it easy and that Jamie was going to be ok, he promised to bring him
up to date on his return.

At the station, Matt and the police exchanged what little information they
had, e.g., why Craig Bristol was in the house, Jamie's background, and the
conditions surrounding the complaints that brought the police to his home.
They barely mentioned the four men, though they did say they were already
in custody.  His fury building and sick at heart, it was only after
considerable urging that Matt agreed to speak with Craig.

Taken to a consultation room, Matt entered alone to find Craig on the very
edge, physically and emotionally.  (Police observed the room through
one-way glass and stood immediately outside the door.)  As soon as Matt
came into the room, Craig burst into tears.  "Craig, for God's sake," Matt
pleaded, following police suggestions.  "You may still be able to help
Jamie.  We both trusted you completely.  Won't you tell me what happened?
You know, it looks to me as if you are going to need some help before this
is all over.  Help me now, Craig."

Craig broke down rather quickly, telling Matt that one of the men at the
house knew he had committed a minor sexual misdemeanor in his earlier
years.  A second had seen him fucking Jamie at the Club.  In his
professional field, even the information about the earlier conviction would
ensure his losing everything if it became public. They would keep their
mouths shut...but only if they "got a piece" of Jamie plus twenty thousand
dollars.  He paid the money - and may have tried to soften the effect of
their demands upon the boy.  Obviously, he failed.  Completely shattered,
he also told Matt about his sexual involvement with Jamie.  After Matt had
left to return to the hospital, he signed a confession, though it was
restricted to the planning and execution of the gang rape.  Although it
came out later, Matt never raised the other part of the story with the
police, nor did Jamie.  Faced with Craig's confession, the toughs fought
among themselves to be the first to give the police his account of the
incident.

Matt was back at the hospital when Jamie came out from under the
anesthetic.  Evidently, it had been a long and difficult surgery, with
several potentially serious complications.  However contrary to ICU
regulations, Matt's upper body lay sprawled on the near side of the boy's
bed.  It was only when he felt Jamie's hand lightly touch his that he
finally realized his son had made it through the operation.  Raising his
tear- streaked head, he simply rested there while the boy regained full
consciousness, his lips moving to form words of love and support.  Terror
and pain struck at his heart when he saw the boy's eyes cloud over, even
become hard, as he regained control of his faculties.  Matt knew that
difficult days lay ahead when it became clear that the boy was wracked with
guilt, was convinced that he hated him, and felt that he had lost any
chance of being his son.  In the days that followed, Jamie fell into
increasingly deep depression.

One might have hoped that the local paper would have understood all that
was at stake and tempered its actions, but when charges were filed by the
State's Attorney, it played the story up as a major scandal.  Further, it
concentrated not only on the four toughs, but also on Craig Bristol, his
company and, though it could not name names due to his being a minor, on
his relationship with Jamie.  The juiciest details were picked up by the
Annapolis, Baltimore, and Washington papers.  One Baltimore paper even
questioned how Matt had been allowed to bring Annapolis midshipmen into his
home as a sponsor.  Few people in Anne's Harbor escaped talking with one or
more reporters who kept incessantly digging until their bloodlust was
satisfied.  In their accounts, there were no victims, only perpetrators.
There was no effort to illuminate troubling emotions that many people
share.  Their approach - as was the case with the later trial - resembled
nothing less than that of a lynch mob barely disguised by platitudes.  For
some days, it was a never-ending subject of conversation at the College.
Inasmuch as there was no doubt as to which of their classmates was
involved, it was also "the" topic of conversation at the high school.

Two days after the newspaper story appeared, Jamie attempted to commit
suicide in his hospital room.  Fortunately, an orderly saw him through a
window in the door using a chair to painfully climb onto a high chest of
drawers that had been pulled away from the wall.  He was able to reach
Jamie as he prepared to jump.  Help arrived almost immediately.  The noose
at the end of rope fashioned from twisted sheets and thrown over an exposed
pipe was forcibly removed from the boy's neck.  It took three male
orderlies to restrain him until the doctor could order that he be sedated
and Matt called.  Two nurses were subsequently disciplined, one for giving
him copies of the local and the Baltimore newspapers that carried stories,
the other for not checking his room on the morning of the attempt.

A psychiatrist spoke with Jamie at length while he was still in the
hospital.  When he had adequately recovered physically, he spent several
weeks in a private mental health clinic under the psychiatrist's
supervision.

The boy returned home from the clinic, again to loving support at home.
Although he appeared to be in better shape, he absolutely refused to return
to school.  Refusing to do much of anything other than loll around (and, on
one occasion, ride his bike down to the now-shuttered Bayside Fitness
Club), his mood became bleaker with each day.  Despite Matt's best efforts,
medication, and the beginning of therapy, he ran away at the beginning of a
vicious winter only a week and a half after returning home.  Neither a note
nor his whereabouts was discovered.


(To Be Continued)