Date: Fri, 11 Apr 2003 14:44:45 -0400
From: Jeff Allen <jeff_allen15@hotmail.com>
Subject: Love of a Lifetime Part 42

This is a fictional story dealing with love and consensual sexual
activities between males.  If you are not of legal age, reside in an area
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Note: I owe a special thanks to Robb for doing the final proofreading and
catching all those silly little errors that I missed.

LOVE OF A LIFETIME


PART 42

     I was frozen in place.  What was Brad Miller doing in my car?

     He had lost some weight in prison, and his skin had a mid winter type
of pallor from not being in the sun.  He had a gun, and it was pointed
right at my stomach!

     "Hello, C.Z.  Did you miss me?"

     "Brad!  What..."

     "Drive!"

     I baulked.  Greg and Gary were in the car!

     "I said drive, or I'll shoot you right here!"

     "Let the boys get out of the car first."

     "No.  Drive now!"

     "Brad, let the boys get out of the car, and I'll drive anywhere you
want to go.  Just let them go first."

     I turned to look at the boys.  Their eyes were wide as saucers and
their faces white as sheets.  "Guys, get out of the car, and go home."

     The boys didn't move.

     I spoke in a louder voice.  "Guys, get out of the car NOW, and go
home.  I'll be all right."

     Gary opened the door with one hand and grabbed Greg with the other
pulling him out of the car.

     As they ran up the street toward our house, I put the 4Runner in gear
and started down the street in the opposite direction.

     "Thanks for letting them go, Brad.  Where do you want to go?"

     He put his hand up to his eyes for a second before responding.  "Just
get us out of town.  Don't take the main roads.  There'll be police all
over those by now."

     "How did you escape?"

     "There was a pretrial hearing today.  They put me in a holding room
while the court took a break.  I told the guard that I had to use the john.
When we got into the bathroom and he unlocked the handcuffs, I slugged him
and took his gun."

     "You're going to get caught again.  You know that, don't you?"

     He briefly put his hands up to his eyes again before answering.  "I
can't go back.  I won't let them take me!  I'd rather die than go back!"

     "What are you going to do with me?"

     "I...I don't know yet."

     Granted I was scared out of my wits, but I felt like I was getting
mixed signals from Brad.  One moment he was the same brash and bullying
Brad that I'd met freshman year and that had killed Roger Hall and would
have killed me given the chance.  The next moment he seemed frightened and
uncertain.

     "Brad..."

     "Just shut up and drive!  Let me think!  Turn to the right up there."

     He knew the area well.  I followed his directions (I wasn't going to
argue with the gun pointed at my midsection).  He kept us on back roads
heading generally north.  I hoped Greg and Gary had sounded the alarm so
that the police were looking for my vehicle, but I wasn't sure how Brad
would react if we came across a road block.  The idea of being in a
crossfire between Brad and the police wasn't a pleasant one.

     After a little more than an hour of driving on back roads we came up
to Interstate 81.  Brad directed me to get on it and head south toward I-40
and Knoxville.  On the interstate, I kept inching my speed up gradually
hoping to attract the attention of a state trooper.

     Brad spotted that trick quickly.  "Slow down, C.Z.  I know what you're
trying to do.  Keep your speed just a couple of miles over the speed limit.
I don't want company because you're going either too fast or too slow.  You
and I are going to be together for a while.  Just be cool."

     His statement about being together for a while raised my hopes for
survival in the short term.  When we'd started out, I was sure Brad would
kill me at the first opportunity and take the 4Runner.  Now it sounded like
he was going to keep me alive for a while at least.  That would give me
more time to figure out a way to escape.

     "You know it's really beautiful."

     The soft tone in his voice surprised me.  "What's beautiful?"

     "The country side.  The spring time.  The dogwoods flowering on the
hills.  I haven't seen any of it for over a year."

     "If you hadn't killed Roger Hall and tried to kill me you wouldn't
have been locked away."

     Damn my mouth!  I saw the hatred flash in his eyes, and he raised the
gun.

     "You always had a smart mouth."  He lowered the gun and looked out the
window.  "I would have been locked away sooner or later.  They don't let
crazy people walk around on the streets."

     He continued to stare out the window as I tried to analyze his last
statement.  "Brad..."

     "Don't talk now!  Just drive!"

     So I did.

                       **********

     After Knoxville, we pulled off the interstate near Cookeville,
Tennessee, and went through the drive-in window of a Burger King.  As we
neared Nashville a couple of hours later, I was about at the end of my
rope.

     "Brad, I can't drive much farther.  I'm really tired.  We'll need gas
soon, and I have to pee."

     "How much cash do you have with you?"

     "After the burgers, I've only got about twenty dollars left."

     "What about credit cards or an ATM card?"

     "I've got a MasterCard and an ATM."

     "Okay.  There's a sign for a motel up at the next exit.  We'll stop
for the night."

     Brad had me pull in to a gas station at the exit.  We filled the
4Runner up with gas using my credit card.  Brad stood beside me with the
gun under his jacket as I pumped the gas.  He did the same thing at the
motel office so I didn't have a chance to make a break for it either place.

     In the room he hog-tied me on one of the beds using the phone cord and
gagged me with one of my socks tying the gag in place with the cord from
one of the lamps in the room.  After I was secure, he took my wallet and
left.

     I could see the clock on the table between the beds.  Brad was only
gone a little more than half an hour, but my legs and arms ached from even
that short time in the unnatural position.

     He dropped a couple of grocery bags on the other bed and pulled a six
pack of beer from one of the bags.  He popped the top on one of the cans,
chugged about half of it, belched, and then sat down on the bed beside me.

     He ran his fingers up my arm and into my hair.  "I know this is
uncomfortable.  I'm going to let you up.  I want you to go in and pee, and
then we're leaving."

     "Leaving?  We just got here."

     "Yeah, but we paid for the room with your credit card.  I realized
that they're going to be watching that like a hawk.  We're going to go to
the other side of town and get a room."

     My hopes sank.  I had thought the police might locate us because of
the use of the credit card.  "How will you do that?  If we use my card
again, it'll be flagged."

     He smiled that familiar, nasty Brad Miller smile.  "I've taken care of
that.  Let's just say that I found someone who gave me a loan from their
ATM."

     "What'd you do?"

     "I just waited at an ATM until this guy came up and withdrew a bunch
of cash.  I showed him the gun, and he gave me the cash."

     "Did you hurt him?"

     "Naw, just scared him a little.  It was some old guy about my daddy's
age.  Not a good looking young guy like you.  I just let him get in his car
and drive off."

     I was relieved that he hadn't hurt any one, but since Brad now had
cash the only way anyone would know where we were was to see the license
plate on Andy's 4Runner.  I was sure the police were on the alert for it by
now, but I also realized that my chances of a rescue had just gone down by
at least 50 per cent.

     Brad untied me.  I used the john and ran some cold water over my face.
We left the room and headed down to the parking lot and my vehicle.  As we
approached the 'Runner from the rear, something didn't look right.  Then I
realized that the 'Runner now had Tennessee tags instead of Andy's North
Carolina license plates.

     Brad must have sensed the reason for my hesitation.  "How do you like
the new tags?  Got 'em off a Camry in a parking lot.  Figured the cops
would be on the lookout for your old tags.  This should make it harder for
them to find us."

     My spirits sagged again.  Having some alert state trooper spot my tags
had been my last hope.  Now, there would be no rescue!  I was going to have
to find a way out of this mess on my own.

                       **********

     We drove a couple of exits down the interstate and then pulled into a
low rent motel.  The decor in the room was at least twenty years out of
date, but it seemed clean.

     Brad had me strip naked in the room before allowing me to go in and
take a shower.  I was near exhaustion physically and emotionally.  I almost
fell asleep in the shower.

     When I came back out into the room with a towel wrapped around my
waist.  Brad ordered me to drop it.  He had me lie on my back on the bed
and tied my wrists to the head board with duct tape that he produced from
one of the grocery bags.  He secured one of my ankles to the foot board
with more duct tape leaving the other leg free and then sat back to admire
his handiwork.

     He ran his finger down my chest to my pubic hair and then cupped my
cock and balls in his hand.  "You have no idea how much I've wanted this.
I'm going to take a shower.  Don't go away."

     He stripped off his clothes.  Before, Brad had always been a little on
the heavy side, but it was obvious that he'd been working out with weights
while in Central Prison.  His biceps were more defined than I remembered.
His pecs were more rounded, and he had the beginnings of a six pack.

     He ran his hands up and down his body.  "Like what you see?  Be
patient.  You'll get it when I get out of the shower."

     I prayed that his shower would never end because I dreaded what would
happen when it did, but of course it did end.  When he came back into the
room his dick was already standing at attention.  I expected to be raped
and beaten, but he lay down on the bed next to me and started running his
hands up and down my body.  His touch was gentle.  It surprised me.

     "You're so fucking beautiful.  I've wanted you since the first time I
saw you our freshman year."

     "You sure had a funny way of showing it."

     "Yeah.  The prison shrink says I'm 'socially maladjusted' and 'unable
to form mature romantic attachments.'  I think I'm just crazy.  I was a
little crazy before being locked up in Central Prison, but I'm a lot crazy
now."

     He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at me.  "Do you know
what they do to young guys in prison, C.Z.?"

     "I've heard stories."

     "Well, the stories are nothing like the reality.  I was gang raped by
three other guys every time I took a shower for the first week.  The guard
was just on the other side of the wall each time.  He had to have heard
what was going on, but he didn't do a damn thing.  It was like being back
in the woods with my granddaddy."

     That took me aback.  "What?"

     "Yeah, my granddaddy used to take me out in the woods and cornhole me.
Started when I was about eight or so.  It hurt like hell the first couple
of times.  Then I learned and started putting some Crisco up my ass every
morning so it wouldn't hurt so much."

     "Why didn't you tell some one?"

     "I tried to tell my granny once.  She called me a liar, slapped my
face, and washed my mouth out with soap.  I tried to tell my mom too, but
she just told me I'd had a bad dream.  Bad dream, my ass!"

     He looked away for a moment.  "C.Z., did your father ever beat you?"

     "I can remember a couple of spankings from him when I was little.  My
dad left us when I was thirteen, and even before that he was never around
very much."

     "My dad used to beat me every Friday and Saturday night.  He claimed
it would make me tough.  Do you think it worked?"

     "That still didn't give you the right to kill Roger Hall and try to
kill me."

     "I didn't mean to kill Hall.  I just wanted to teach him a lesson."

     "So you beat him, raped him, and strangled him."

     "I put a chain around his neck when I was doing him 'cause he was
struggling so much.  I thought I could use it to control him.  I pulled it
too tight."

     "And you would have done the same thing to me."

     "No, no, I wouldn't have.  I swear it.  I just wanted you to love me.
My whole life I've just wanted someone to love me."

     "Brad, you don't brutalize someone if you love them."

     He was almost crying.  I was afraid he was on the verge of a
breakdown.

     "I swear, C.Z., I would have let you go.  I just wanted you to tell me
that you love me."

     "Brad, I love Andy.  I can't love you."

     "I know, I know.  I think I knew it even then.  I just didn't know any
other way..."

     "Why didn't you ask for help?  Go to a doctor or something."

     "No one was going to believe me.  My momma and granny didn't believe
me.  Why would any one else?"

     "You could have tried."

     "Yeah."  His voice took on a harder tone, "There's a lot of things I
could have done.  I had a lot of time in prison to think about all the
things I could have done."

     "Why did you break out?  You know it will be even harder for you when
they catch you."

     "They're not going to catch me.  I won't let them.  I...I can't go
back to prison.  I'll go crazy in there!"

     "What about me?"

     "You're going with me."  He ran his hand down my chest and took my
limp cock in his hand.  "Even if you never love me, at least I can have
your body."

     He bent his head down and took my dick in his mouth.  It surprised me,
and, in spite of my fear, I felt myself growing hard in his mouth.  I tried
to think of everything else except what he was doing to my cock, but it was
no use.
  He moved his head up and down on my shaft while playing with the head of
my dick with his tongue.  It was no use.  My body betrayed me, and after a
while I felt the cum begin to rise in my loins.

     "Brad, I'm gonna cum..."

     He increased the movement on my dick, and I spilled my seed into his
mouth.  As I climaxed, I felt his hot cum against my leg where he had been
humping my thigh.

     He released my softening penis from his mouth, laid his head on my
chest, and went to sleep.

     However, I didn't go to sleep for a long time.  I lay awake thinking
about the things Brad had told me of his past.  It didn't sound like Brad
was planning on killing me, at least not right away.  That would give me
some time to find a way to escape.  Could I break away from him when we
went to the car in the morning?  All day long he'd held the gun on me, and
I'd been sure he would use it if I tried anything.  Now I wasn't so sure he
would shoot if I tried to run away.

     I slept fitfully.  My arms were still stretched above my head to the
headboard and one leg was tied to the end of the bed.  It wasn't the most
comfortable position.  Beside that, Brad was pressed up against me.  Funny.
I found it comforting to have Andy or Justin pressed up against me at
night, but the weight of Brad's head on my chest bothered me.

     Brad got out of bed when the first light started coming through the
curtains of the motel room.  I heard him pissing into the toilet bowl and
then the sound of the shower.

     When he finished his shower, he came back out into the room.  He was
still naked and toweling his short hair.

     He bent down to the bed and kissed me on the cheek.  "I'm going to
untie you so you can use the bathroom and take a shower.  Don't take a long
time; we've got a lot of driving to do today."

     He cut the duct tape that held me to the bed.  My arms were numb and
felt like dead weights.  When the feeling started to return with the
circulation, they hurt like the dickens.

     I used the john and took a shower.  Brad was already fully dressed
when I came back into the room.  My clothes were laid out on the bed.

     He kept the gun in plain view as I dressed.

     "Now, we're going to walk out to the car.  You're driving again.  Just
remember I've got the gun at your back. So don't try any funny stuff."

     As I opened the door to the room, I knew this was my best opportunity
to make a break for it.  I had to try to escape and take the chance that he
wouldn't shoot.  I was so intent on getting ready for my sprint to freedom
that I didn't pay much attention to the parking lot as we started out the
door.

     "Police!  Freeze!"

     I jerked my head up.  There had to be a dozen cops out in the parking
lot with guns pointed our way!

     Brad's reactions were quick.  He pulled me back into the room and
slammed the door.

     "Shit!  Oh God, I just can't go back."

     He pushed me over to the bed, and I sat down.

     An amplified voice came into the room from the outside.  "Brad Miller,
this is the police.  The room is surrounded.  You can't escape.  Release
your hostage.  Throw the gun out the door, and come out with your hands
up."

     He looked at me.  I saw the total desperation in his eyes.

     He knelt behind me on the bed, put his arm around my neck, and drew me
backwards against him.

     "What am I going to do?"  He was crying.

     I tried to make my voice as calm as I could, but it cracked as I
replied, "You need to give up, Brad."

     "NO!  I won't go back to jail.  I can't take it!"

     "You don't have a choice.  The police have us surrounded.  What else
can you do?"

     "I can do this!"

     He pulled my head back and kissed me on the lips.  Out of the corner
of my eye, I saw him raise the gun toward my head.  I knew he was going to
kill me!

     I closed my eyes.  Images of faces flashed through my brain.
Andy...Greg...Justin...Gary...Doc...Matt.  They all flew across the screen
of my mind at light speed, and in that instant I said 'good-bye' to all of
them.

     Brad pressed his lips harder against mine.

     The sound of the gun shot exploded next to my ear.  Brad's lifeless
body flopped backwards onto the mattress as I fell forward onto the floor.

(To be continued)