Date: Wed, 24 Nov 2004 23:20:47 -0500
From: snwdemon@yahoo.com
Subject: Rodie's Love Chapter 17

From:     Snwdemon
Subject:  Rodie's Love
Chapter 17:    (M/b,no sex)

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Rodie's Love: Chapter 17

	Jim arrived back to the house with Mark after almost an hour had
passed.  After he parked his BMW, Mark carried the Chinese take-out inside
while he closed the garage doors and locked them.  Once the doors were
secured, he went inside to join the others.  Who were setting the dining
room table.  He came in and headed towards the back when Marco spoke to
him.

	"You are not eating Jim?"  Marco asked him.

	"Yes I am, but I want to check on Rodie real quick first is all.  I
will only be a moment," Jim replied as he resumed walking.  He went back to
his room and put his keys and wallet away before stopping in Rodie's room.
Jim came in, sat on the bed beside Rodie, and gently brushed the stray lock
of hair away from his face.  As he did this, Rodie moaned softly before
opening his eyes.  They were still glassy and unfocused showing Jim that
Rodie was still heavily under the effects of the medication.

	"Jim," Rodie managed to croak out of his dry mouth.  "I am thirsty,
and I need to pee.  But I can't wake up."

	"I know my love, hold on and I will help you, alright."  Jim told
him as he leaned down and kissed Rodie's forehead.  He then got up and went
to his room to retrieve the portable urinal.  He stopped at the entrance to
the living room first and asked Marco to get Rodie some grape juice first.
Marco met up as he was about to enter Rodie's room again, who was followed
by Mike.

	"He woke up when I checked on him, and told me he was thirsty and
needed to pee."  Jim explained to them as they went inside Rodie's room.
Jim went over to Rodie and slid the covers down past Rodie's knees.
"Alright Rodie, when I tell you to, you go ahead and pee ok," Jim
instructed him as Marco gently lowered Rodie's cotton boxers exposing him.
Jim gently grasped Rodie's still bruised penis and aimed it into the
opening of the urinal.

	"Go ahead and pee now my love," Jim told him.  After a moment, a
stream of hot urine flowed into the plastic jug.  Rodie managed to fill
almost half of the jug before he was finished.  Jim gave his small penis a
light shake before closing the lid on the urinal and setting it aside.
Next, he gently lifted Rodie's slim hips so Marco could pull up his boxers.

	"Now, does that feel better Bright eyes?"  Mike asked before
setting down next to him on the opposite side of Jim.

	"Yeah Dr. Mike," Rodie said softly.  His eyelids began to droop,
but he took a deep breath and opened them again.  "Can I have something to
drink please?  My throat is so dry right now."

	"Sure you can Bright Eyes; here you go, but small sips only."  Mike
replied before holding the glass and straw to Rodie's mouth.  Jim gently
lifted Rodie's head up enough to allow him to drink from the straw.  Rodie
took small swallows and drained half the glass before stopping.

	"Thanks," Rodie said as Jim laid his head back down on the pillow.
His voice was much improved now, and his eyes were able to focus on them.
He waited patiently until Mike finished checking his vital signs and blood
pressure.

	"How are you feeling right now Bright Eyes?  I had expected you to
sleep through the night."  Mike explained to him while he took Rodie's
pulse.

	"It's hard to think right now, and I am dizzy when I try and sit
up."  Rodie told him.

	"That is just the effects of the medication, Bright Eyes.  I still
want you to rest, but if you feel like sitting up later and eating, then
you can.  No walking until morning because you will probably remain dizzy
and disoriented until then."  Mike told him to which Rodie nodded his head.
Mike then got up and started to leave, only pausing to tell Jim and Marco
he would be out with the others.  Marco took Mike's place on the opposite
side of the bed.

	"Hello Master Rodie, you seem to be feeling better now," Marco said
to him with a smile.

	"Hi Marco, yeah I do feel better now.  I think I even scared myself
today," Rodie said with a giggle.

	"Speaking about that Rodie, are you still feeling like you were
this morning?"  Marco asked him as he held his hand.

	"Not really, I'm too dizzy right now to feel anything," Rodie told
him.

	"Maybe that is for the best then," Jim told him with a smile.  "I'm
sorry for not telling you about our plans my love.  I just did not want to
worry you and neither did your mother," Jim said with a slightly choked
voice.  "Why didn't you tell me or your mom that Paul had threatened to
kill you though?  If we had known that we would have handled everything
differently."

	"I don't know Jim; I didn't think about it until mom told me what
she had done.  Daddy left the day I got out of the hospital.  So I thought
that he could not hurt me anymore since he was gone, and as long as I did
not tell anyone.  But, when mommy told me what she did then I knew that
daddy knows I told on him.  All I could think of is what Daddy is going to
do to me for telling.  I am sorry for messing everything up again, but what
am I going to do now Jim?  Daddy is going to hurt me again for telling on
him," Rodie said as a tear ran down his face.

	"Now, now, let's not have none of that my love.  You did not do
anything wrong, or mess up anything.  I will not let your daddy hurt you
anymore Rodie.  I promise, so just relax now, and do not think about it."
Jim told him as he gently brushed away his tears.  Rodie was quiet for a
few minutes, and the tears continued to slip down his face.  Jim could see
the inner struggle that was going on inside Rodie.  "Please don't cry
anymore my love.  I know you are scared, but you are going to have to trust
me on this."

	Rodie looked at Jim and tried to focus on him, but the effects of
the medication and his fearful tears would not allow it.  "I will try Jim,
but I think he will hurt you too."

	"No he won't Rodie.  Trust me on this," Jim told him.  He paused in
thought for a moment before continuing.  "Only Eddie knows this Rodie, but
I am able to protect you even with my disabilities.  When I was in the
Navy, I was a SAR diver, or Search and Rescue.  What is not generally known
about the SAR divers is that they are also Navy SEALS, or Special Forces.
Only my job was to rescue the SEAL team members if one or more of them were
wounded on a mission.  I have the same training as the SEALS, in hand to
hand combat, as well as also being a highly skilled sharpshooter.  So do
not worry all right, because I will not let him hurt you again.  I prefer
to think of myself as someone who saves lives, but I have taken lives
before.  Both with my bare hands and with a rifle, and that was finally the
reason I decided to leave the Navy."  Jim said softly to him while once
again wiping Rodie's tears away.  His face suddenly became deadly serious
as he looked at Rodie.  His expression would have made the bravest man's
blood run cold.  However, his features soften a bit before he spoke again.
"If your daddy decides to try to hurt you or anyone else here, I will not
hesitate in making that decision his last.  If he has a death wish, then
let him try to hurt you, because I will grant him his wish.  I promise you
that my love."

	Rodie looked at Jim for a long moment, trying to decide if he
should believe it.  Then he glanced at Marco, and saw the surprised look on
his face as he also stared at Jim.  However, along with the look of
surprise was also new respect and awe as well.  Rodie looked back at Jim,
and he realized that Jim could, and would, do exactly as he promised.
Relief washed over him as he sat up and hugged Jim fiercely.  A strangled
sob escaped Rodie's mouth as Jim embraced him gently.  Then Jim heard
Rodie's soft response that was just barely over a whisper.

	"Thank you Jim," Rodie said as Jim softly stroked his hair.  He
knew that he was risking everything he held dear to him by trusting Jim.
He had been hurt so many times before when he gave that trust and it was
betrayed.  However, Rodie realized that he had no choice anymore because he
could not do it alone.  Therefore, he made his decision, and placed his
whole being into Jim's protection.  For some reason though, he knew that it
was the right choice.  That Jim would not betray him as others had, and
that made him feel better.  He sniffled after a few moments and Jim handed
him some tissues so he could blow his nose.

	"Why don't you rest for awhile my love, or are you hungry?"  Jim
asked him after he wiped his nose.

	"I'm hungry Jim," Rodie answered while Jim wiped away his tears.

	"Well we brought some Chinese food, maybe you can eat some.  Come
on, and I will carry you out to the dining room."  Jim told him before
letting Rodie wrap his arms around his neck and picking him up.  Marco
moved around the bed, and helped Jim stand before following them out of the
room to where the others waited.  They were just about to sit down and eat
when Jim carried Rodie into the room.  He sat Rodie in his customary place
beside him at the table while Marco went into the kitchen to bring out the
food.  Mark got up and was going to go to Rodie, but he changed his mind
once he saw Rodie's expression.  Instead, he followed Marco into the
kitchen to help him bring out the food.

	"Something happened didn't it Marco.  I can tell just by looking at
him," Mark said quietly to him once they were alone.

	"Yes Mark, something did happen.  However, I believe it is a good
thing that happened.  Young Rodie has been worrying that his father is
coming to hurt him again.  Or, hurt those that Rodie loves to inflict more
pain upon him.  However, I think he realizes just how safe he really is
here.  Young Rodie has been unable to fully trust anyone since his father
assaulted him, but I think that tonight he decided to give all his trust to
someone.  I know how you feel about him Mark, but his full trust in you
will come eventually, as it will with all of us.  Tonight was a big step
for him in his recovery, because he is risking himself by placing all of
his trust with Jim.  He needs to trust again, and Jim is the one who can
allow him to do just that.  So do not worry, because this is a good thing.
Now help me with these so we can appease the hungry masses before the food
gets cold."  Marco explained to him as he unpacked the food and placed it
on the serving trays.

      Mark listened carefully and mulled it over in his mind before
agreeing with Marco.  Jim was the critical piece in Rodie's recovery and
with his own bond with Jim and Rodie, Mark could see that.  He knew how
important trust was to his own life, and now he knew just how much of his
entire life revolved around that trust.  As he worked silently beside Marco
thinking about this important revelation about his own self, he was
completely oblivious to Marco's stare.  It surprised him when he finally
looked up at Marco and saw him staring directly at him.

      "I'm sorry Marco," he uttered quickly as he felt his face coloring in
embarrassment.

      "It's alright Mark, no need to be embarrassed.  Look, I fully
understand what you are feeling right now.  Until Rodie reciprocated your
feelings, you have always felt guilty and ashamed about yourself and your
desires.  Now you have just learned something very important about both of
you.  Something that you have always taken for granted is that same
something that Rodie has been desperately searching to find again.  And
believe me Mark, he has to find that something again if he is to survive at
all.  Trust is one of the core elements in all of us, and a person does not
realize how vital that trust is to their own existence until it is gone.
Now you know this, and realize the significance trust is to you and the
rest of us."  Marco explained as he gently put his muscular arm around
Mark's slender shoulders.  He gave Mark a reassuring squeeze before a half
smile crept onto his face.  "That just proved that you are normal like the
rest of us, I know, it is quite a let down to discover that your normal
isn't it?  However, I can also sense that you are also feeling jealousy
towards Jim because Rodie has chosen him instead of you to give his trust
to," Marco said with a casual seriousness.


      Even though Mark was, only several years younger than Marco was, he
knew how easy it was to underestimate Marco.  Because Marco had an uncanny
ability to see everything as it truly was.  Mark was glad that he was able
to have him as his closest friend.  Back when he had joined Marco's Modern
Dance & Gymnastics class, he quickly developed a huge crush on Marco.
However, with him being so small at the time because he was just starting
HRT (Hormone Replacement Therapy), and also being extremely shy, he hid his
feelings as deeply as he could when they were together.  It was not until
he had been in the class for 3 months when Marco asked him to stay behind
and help him straighten up as the others left to change.  Marco had gone
snow skiing the previous weekend, and twisted his ankle bad so he was
instructing while on crutches.  He had Mark join him at the front so he
could demonstrate the moves for the class.  At first, Mark was nervous
about doing that because while he was still the new person in the class, he
had also proved to be one of the most talented with natural abilities.  He
was afraid of most of the other boys in the class even though he was the
same age or older than them because of his timid and passive nature.  They
were all bigger than he was, and even Derek, who was two years younger than
him was bigger than he was.  He even teased and bullied Mark along with the
others.

      Then Marco touched him and it sent electric thrills throughout his
small body.  The demonstration went fine, and Mark was emotional heaven.
Something between them had clicked from the first day, and his own
confidence in himself grew when he was with Marco.  Therefore, he quickly
agreed to help him clean up afterwards.  He knew that some of the others
would be jealous of him, and that they would tease and bully him for being
the teacher's pet.  However, he did it because it enabled him to be closer
to Marco.

      After the rest of the students had left for the locker room, Marco
crutched over to his office, and then waved Mark to join him.  Once inside,
Mark saw that it was much larger than he thought it was.  It had a large
suede leather couch, small refrigerator, small conference table, a desk,
with a couple of filing cabinets beside it.  In addition, a door connected
to the locker/shower room.  Moreover, the large mirror hanging on the wall
in the locker room turned out to be one-way glass.  This allowed Marco to
see everything going on inside the locker room including the showers.  Mark
just stared at it in awe while watching the other boys from the class walk
around in various states of undress.  After a few moments most were naked
and waiting their turn in the showers.  This allowed Mark to see his
deepest, most hidden desire fulfilled.  He had yet to shower here, because
he was totally convinced that due to his medical condition, that his very
small penis would invite the mean ridicule and harassment that is the norm
inside men's and boy's locker room.

      "You see anything wrong out there?"  Marco asked him as he slipped in
beside Mark.

      "No, but...but, I mean that...that you can see everyone naked."  Mark
stammered as he grasp for the right words.

      "Yes I can, and I do watch because it is part of my job.  However, it
was not my choice because the state requires this setup.  I try to give the
kids their privacy whenever possible.  Even when all you boys are done, I
still have to supervise all of you until everyone has gone home.  Even in
here, because when I opened my business, four of the older boys nearly
raped my youngest student at the time.  He was only 8 years old then.  I
just happened to walk in on them just as it had started.  They had him held
down, gagged, and the first boy was just beginning to penetrate him.  I
quickly broke it up and marched them out into the main area.  I had them
sit Indian style while I contacted their parents.  Once their parents came
in and discovered what their kids had tried to do, they promised to get
them counseling, and they withdrew them all from my classes.  You already
know the boy who was almost raped; it was Derek.  That might explain his
attitude towards you," Marco explained to him while also watching him
closely.  "May I ask you a question?"

      "Yeah, I guess so, what is it?"  Mark replied as he looked away from
the naked boys showering.  The revelation about what had happened to Derek
explained a lot to him.  He now knew why he acted as he did and how to use
this information to make him stop.  He might even be able to become friends
with Derek now.

      "Why don't you shower here?  I know that you have not done that yet,
is it because of your physically smaller size, or medical condition?"
Marco asked him in a matter of fact manner.  "Or is it because you are
afraid that they will discover that you are attracted to them?"

      "I'm sorry," Mark replied as he blushed a deep crimson, catching him
off guard when Marco said that.  Mark almost lost it because he could only
think that if Marco knew how he felt towards other boys then others did
also.  "Does it show that much to everyone?"  Mark asked as his eyes
watered with tears.

      "No, it does not.  Not unless someone is familiar with those exact
same emotions," Marco replied while looking directly at Mark.  Mark's eyes
widened a bit as he realized what Marco just told him.

      "You mean you are gay?"  Mark asked him.  He almost added `like me'
but chickened out at the last second.

      "Yes, I am gay.  Mark there is no shame in it unless you want there
to be," Marco told him.  He watched Mark blush again and look away when he
answered.  Finally, Mark looked back at Marco just as his tears started to
flow.

      "What am I supposed to do?  If anyone finds out then nobody will like
me," Mark said quietly.  His shoulders slumped in defeat as his resolve
crumbled now that his long held secret was revealed, and then Marco was
there.  Embracing and comforting him, and guiding him over to the couch.
Mark did not know how long he cried as Marco held him, but that was the
start of their friendship.  Over time, Marco helped him come to grips with
his sexuality, as well as helping him to be proud of himself and his
abilities.  He also learned that many of the other boys had similar
feelings as he did, and that a couple of them already considered themselves
gay including Derek.  Mark soon discovered that their bullying and teasing
was only a front to hide their true feelings, and that was especially true
for Derek.  He became Mark's first boyfriend eventually as well as one of
his closest friends.

      Mark's crush on Marco never went away, and had grown into something
much more important to him.  Marco was more than his best friend; he was
his confidante and inspiration.  Marco was the person who he was able to be
completely truthful with, and he knew that Marco would always be the same
way with him.  Marco had helped him overcome his doubts and insecurities,
as well as boosting his confidence and self-esteem.  Even when Mark found
out about Marco's relationship with his father, he was more elated than
upset about it.


      "Yeah, you are right again Marco, you always are.  I know that Rodie
made the right decision, but I just cannot help feeling a little jealous of
Jim.  Remember the way Derek used to behave towards me?  That was because
he was jealous of you," Mark replied to his friend as he relaxed.  He then
leaned in and embraced his friend before giving him a quick kiss on the
lips.  "How do you know so much Marco?"

      "It is because I have a huge family Mark.  My oldest brother is the
same age as Jim, and my father is 69.  That is the benefit of being the
youngest member of a large, close-knit family.  All of their experience and
understanding in the world was given to me while I was growing up.  As for
feeling jealous about Jim, it is ok.  That is what a true friend is for,
because they can see the good and bad in their friends and be truthful with
them about it.  Finally, the answer is no, I am not always right.  I
thought I was wrong once, but I was mistaken of course," Marco said lightly
getting a laugh out of Mark.  "All I can do is offer you my advice.  They
are only words in reality, I can just hope that they help is all."

      "I know Marco, but they are good words.  Anyone can give advice, but
to give the correct advice that will help someone, that is a gift.  You
said so yourself," Mark answered with a smile as he used Marco's own advice
against him.

      "Look, I know it is hard to understand at first, but Rodie does love
you.  However, he needs a man like Jim right now who will restore his faith
and trust in his own self as well as others.  Right now, he is in a similar
position like you were when we met, only worse.  You wear your heart on
your sleeve, but right now Rodie is grasping for a lifeline.  If he is to
be able to fully return your love, then he has to be able to love himself
first.  That is what Jim is doing, just as I did with you.  When he is
through, you and Rodie will have your entire lives together ahead of you.
It is also all right to feel a little jealousy towards Jim, but just
remember this.  If you are too obvious about it then it will put a stop to
your little at night excursions with Jim, and it won't be the same around
here without your muffled squeals of ecstasy in the wee hours of the
morning."

      That really elicited laughter from Mark as well as a playful punch in
the arm as they separated.  Mark knew he was lucky to have this young man
as his best friend.  They both then carried out the food to everyone and
Mark took his place beside Rodie.  However, he stopped to embrace Jim and
give him a light kiss on the cheek before sitting down.  Once seated, Jim
said a quick prayer before they attacked the food.

      Rodie was still under the effects of the Neurotin, and it was obvious
to the others.  While he was awake, he appeared to be in a dazed state.
Neurotin is an anti-seizure medication, but it is also used by people with
extensive nerve damage, nerve pain, and depression also.  It has a unique
effect that numbs the nerves in the body as well as in the brain itself.
When a nerve is damaged, the resulting scar tissue will cause a dull
aching, and burning sensation in that area.

      The heavy dosage that Rodie had received earlier had left him feeling
numb all over his body as well as his head.  He felt dazed as if he was in
a mental fog, and was unable to concentrate enough to really read the
people around him.  This helped him now to function, and it prevented him
from having another panic attack over his father's release.  The downside
to this though was that it also prevented him from sensing Paul's presence
in the house.  Right now Rodie was exhausted, both mentally and physically.
He still felt weak from his ruptured appendix, and with the emotional
turmoil, that he was going through had worn him down.  He always thought
that if he did what daddy wanted him to do that daddy would finally tell
him that he was a good boy.  However, he was never good enough for daddy.
He tried to do what he wanted, and always took his punishment for being bad
without any argument while trying not to cry.  However, daddy always told
him that he would never be good enough.

      Then he met Jim, and everything was so different with him.  Even when
he messed up, Jim never said he was bad.  He did not feel so bad all the
time with Jim, and he did not have to try to be good while knowing that he
could never be good enough.  Because Jim told him that he was always good
enough.  He also told him all the time how beautiful he was, and Rodie was
beginning to believe him.  If he was the bad person his daddy always said
he was, then why did everyone tell him the exact opposite?  Rodie was
slowly discovering that his father wanted him to believe that in order to
control him.

      Paul could not hear what they said but he could hear the muffled
noise from their talking and laughter as he relaxed in the attic.  He had
found an old chair up there to sit in so he propped up his feet and closed
his eyes.  He figured that he would rest until everyone was asleep, and
then make his move.  Once tomorrow's sun rose, it would all be over if
everything went as planned.  Rodie would be released from Paul's curse of
sexual perversion, and he would be on his way to Hell.  To him, this was
achievable because he believed Rodie was to malleable and weak minded.  All
he had to do was show Rodie what happens to dirty faggots, and Rodie will
shun them from then on.  His weakness for the flesh of boys will be removed
from his son then.  This would also prove his love to Rodie by showing him
how his curse had corrupted Rodie.

      Paul smiled as he thought about this.  He could feel the rapture and
ecstasy engulf and empower him.  How could he fail?  He was doing God's
will by punishing the wicked, and saving his son from eternal damnation.
With his sacrifice, his curse will be lifted from Rodie.  He will not
understand at first, but as he gets older he will and appreciate his
actions.  As Paul reveled in his sickness, Rodie sat at the dinner table
unaware that his worst nightmare was about to come true.


End Chapter 17.

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