Date: Tue, 16 May 2006 15:33:21 EDT
From: TTSTUD@aol.com
Subject: The Adventures of Chet Pectoral - Conclusion

The Adventures of Chet Pectoral

Conclusion

	Chet woke in his bed in a hospital.  He did not know how long he
had been there but he was sure that during that time he had been there the
doctors had performed every test on him known to man.  Outside the weather
was cold and he was sure that snow was in the air.  He had not looked
outside his window because he simply did not care.
	His mind, usually blank and open for any order that might be given,
now had nothing to occupy it.  There was no one to order him now and he had
nothing left in his life.
	But he was free.

	He touched his body.  He was still wearing the hospital gown but he
could tell the hair on his chest already growing back.  His nipples were
still large and pointed and his cock was still always hard and at
attention.  He had asked his doctor about his constant hardon and the
doctor had told him they could not tell the cause but that it did not seem
to pose a health danger to him. Other than these changes in his body, there
was nothing wrong with him.  Every test had come back negative.
	He reached down and grabbed his hardon and began to stroke it,
intending to relieve himself.  It was then he saw the guard.  It was funny
that even now Chet thought of him as a guard, even though that was not
true.  He was an agent with the Secret Service and he was here not to guard
Chet but to protect him.  The guard was a tall, blonde, incredibly good
looking man.
	Seeing the guard, Chet pulled his hand away from his cock and
grabbed the covers at the bottom of the bed and began to pull them up to
cover himself.  The guard took a few steps toward Chet and stopped him.
	"Don't," the guard said.

	Chet looked at him puzzled.
	"Let me help," the guard said and he reached under the hospital
gown to grab Chet and began to stroke him.
	Chet moaned lightly his eyes wide in shock.
	"Don't worry," the guard said, "I'm not going to hurt you.  You've
had enough of that haven't you?"
	Chet nodded.

	He reached and grabbed Chet gently by the nipple.
	"Wow, those are nice," he said.
	It was only seconds later that Chet began to shoot, the cum forming
a puddle on the rippled muscles of his stomach.  Then the guard surprised
him even more by bending down and licking up Chet's cum.
	Chet moaned as the guard did it.
	When the guard was finished he gently pulled Chet's hospital gown
back down.

	"Thank you," Chet said.
	The guard smiled.
	"Wasn't anything," he said.  Chet detected a southern accent the
man was trying to hide.  "Figured any man who saved the president's son
deserved some help with that problem."

	"What's your name?" Chet asked.
	"Agent Masters."
	Chet laughed.  The guard asked him what was so funny.
	"I seem to meet a lot of masters," Chet said.

	Chet and Agent Masters became good friends over the next several
days.  The agent frequently stopped by to help Chet with his pent up sex
drive.  It was nice to have someone there for him and Agent Masters never
asked for anything himself.  He was just there for Chet.

	This continued until one day he came to Chet's room carrying a box.
It was just around the time that Chet began to ask if he could get out and
walk around.  He was feeling closer to his old self and longed to go out
and get some part of his old life back.
	Masters put the box on the bed at Chet's feet.
	"Put these on," he said.  He was smiling at Chet as always.
	"Ok," Chet said.

	He stood stripped nude and opened the box.  Agent Masters looked as
his incredible body rippled as Chet moved.  Chet opened the box and saw a
white button down shirt, black pants, shiny black shoes and belt and a pair
of underwear and sox,
	Chet didn't move.

	"Something wrong?"  Masters had been worried about him and walked
to him putting his hand on Chet's shoulder.
	"Do you know how long it has been since I've worn real clothes?"
	Masters rubbed his shoulder.
	"Get used to it," he told Chet, "you're in the real world now."

	Chet dressed, surprised at how perfectly the clothes fit him.  In
fact, there was something unusual about the clothes.  The pants were
pleated and that combined with the underwear they had given him actually
hid his hardon a bit.
	Once he dressed he walked out to meet Agent Masters in the hallway.
	"Nice," he said when he saw Chet.
	Chet smiled.

	"Follow me, Sir."  Agent Masters said.
	"Please don't call me that," Chet said.
	"I'm supposed to and it's a term of respect not dominance.  You'll
need to get used to it."
	Chet nodded and they began to move down the hallway.  It was then
that Chet noticed something was wrong.  He wasn't in a hospital.  The
hallways were ornate and decorated like a rich, old fashioned home.
	"Wow," Chet said, "ritzy place."

	The agent smiled leading him to a room on the same floor.  The
double doors were opened and Agent Masters motioned him inside.
	Chet walked in and saw the president's son standing there.  Nick
saw Chet and immediately ran to him throwing his arms around him.  It was
so strange for Chet to be doing this.  Here Nick was wearing jeans and a
t-shirt.  He looked like the young boy he was, just ready to go to college
and start his life.  Only a couple of years younger than Chet, at most.
	"Thank you for saving my life," Nick said.
	"It's so good to see you," Chet said.

	Nick kissed him on the cheek the two of them standing there
hugging.  Chet could feel the kid's hardon poke against him.  He, like
Chet, had taken enough of the drugs to keep the hardon as a souvenir of his
stay at Primbatu's.
	It was even stranger to be having any kind of conversation with
Nick.  During the entire time of their stay they had exchanged very few
words.  But, he felt closer to Nick than anyone.  They were two of the only
people who had been through the same thing.

	"Where am I?" Chet asked.
	Nick laughed.
	"Your in my house."  He said.

	"Actually," said another voice, "you're in the people's house."

	Chet did not notice a third person in the room with them until he
spoke.  He stood at the far end of the room looking out of the window.
When he turned to face Chet, he recognized him immediately and he suddenly
knew where he was standing.  He was in the White House and the man was
Nick's father, the President of the United States.

	Chet couldn't speak.  What does one say to the President?  He felt
himself blush as the President walked over to him.
	Then, an amazing thing happened.  The President hugged him.  He had
to have felt Chet's huge hardon.  But, if he did, he did not acknowledge
it.  Instead, the President held Chet tightly as if they were related.

	"I'm very proud of you," he told Chet.
	No one had ever been proud of him and he felt tears well up in his
eyes and he had to make an effort to fight them back.
	The President turned to his son.
	"I'm proud of both of you."

	The President sat down at a large table in the room and motioned
for Chet to sit across from him.  Nick pulled a chair up next to his dad.
	"Chet," the President said, "I want to formally thank you for
saving my son."
	"I wish I could have done more," Chet said honestly, "I didn't save
Ryan or Bruce and we didn't catch Primbatu.  And I'm worried about Austin."

	The President nodded and looked at his son.
	"Technically, what I'm about to say is under the heading of
National Security but in my opinion you've earned the right to be here for
this discussion."
	Nick smiled.  In all the time he had known Nick he could not
remember him smiling.  It was beautiful and lit up the room.

	The President continued.
	"Agent Grey . . . Austin . . . is a special person Mr. Pectoral."
	Although he didn't understand the President, Chet nodded.  After
all, he was the President and even if he didn't understand him, Chet felt
compelled to agree.
	"This country employs many kinds of agents.  A small percentage of
those agents use . . . shall we say . . . their god given endowments to
work for this country by going undercover . . . literally.  An even smaller
percentage, say five agents, work by seeking relations with those persons
of interest who are the same sex.  Mr. Primbatu was one of those persons."
	The President paused letting it sink in.
	"Do you understand Mr. Pectoral?"
	"He was a secret agent, a secret sex agent?"
	The President nodded.
	"A gay one," Nick added.

	"Yes," the President continued, "that's where you come in
Mr. Pectoral."
	"I don't understand," Chet said.
	"I was impressed with you and I believe your country could use your
skills."
	Chet gasped.  Was the President actually asking him to go back to
the life of a slave.
	"I can see what your thinking Chet," the President said and with
that he reached across the table and took hold of Chet's hand.
	"You would be a highly trained government agent.  We would track
your every move and your first mission would be to find and rescue Agent
Grey."

	Chet did not know what to think.  The notion of even going back to
the life he had just escaped was insane and yet he wanted to find Austin
and he wanted to make Primbatu pay for killing his own son and putting him
through hell.
	"Don't answer me now," the President said, "I want you to go home
and think about it for awhile."

	Chet's eyes again filled with tears he worked to fight back.  It
was the first time he realized he had no home to go to.
	"I don't really," Chet began but gasped and stopped talking to get
control of himself.

	The President smiled like a father.  He let go of Chet's hand and
reached into his pocket and put something on the table which he slid to
Chet.

	On the table was a key ring with two keys.

	"Mr. Pectoral I am the President of the United States, the greatest
country in the World.  That means I know everything about you.  It also
means that I can help you."
	"Help me?"

	Right on cue the door opened and Masters came into the room.  The
President stood up and began to leave. He paused to shake Chet's hand.
	"We'll talk again when you come to dinner Chet."
	"Yessir," was all Chet could say.

	Nick got up to follow his dad but handed Chet a card.
	"It's my private number.  Call me.  We can talk."

	Chet nodded.  It felt stupid but tears again filled his eyes.

	"Let's go," Masters said.

	Chet got up and followed him.  Together they left the White House
through a back entrance and got into a limousine.  Masters got behind the
wheel and began to drive the window between them was down and they headed
out of the city.
	"Where are we going?"  Chet asked.
	"Sorry," Masters said, "I have orders not to tell."

	They drove for almost an hour and they came upon a small
neighborhood of beautiful homes.  It was like a postcard.  Masters drove
the limo into the driveway of a modern looking house it was cement and had
windows everywhere and Chet could see a chimney smoking.
	Masters got out and opened Chet's door.
	"Where are we?"  Chet asked.

	Masters smiled.
	"Your house."

	Chet laughed.  It had to be a joke.
	"The first key is to the car in the driveway."
	Chet hadn't noticed but a BMW sat in the driveway.  It was new and
it was black and it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

	"The second key is to your house." Masters pointed to the house as
he said it.
	"You've go to be kidding," Chet said.
	Chet stayed in place not moving, not believing what he was hearing.
	"It's yours," Masters said, "enjoy."

	He handed Chet an envelope.
	"This is the deed.  It's in your name."
	Chet did not take it.  So, after several minutes, Masters put the
deed in Chet's pocket.  Then he got in the limo.
	"Where are you going?"  Chet asked.
	"I have work to do.  But we'll talk soon."

	With that Masters drove off leaving Chet alone in the driveway.
	The neighborhood was quiet but for birds in the trees and Chet took
a moment to smell the air.  It was crisp and he could feel winter.  He
wondered how much time he had actually lost.  Two years?  More?
	He walked to the house thinking about all that had happened and
took the key out but, when he grabbed the door knob, he found it was
unlocked.

	He opened the door and saw a wall in front of him.  A table was in
front of him, with a vase of roses.  Above it a mirror and Chet looked at
his muscular body and handsome face.  His features had hardened.  No longer
was he the young innocent boy he had once been.  His brother Matt had seen
to that.
	To his right a hallway led off to many rooms, Chet figured they
were bedrooms.

	He heard music.
	Jazz softly played off to the left and Chet followed the sound.  He
passed a family room and a dining room and entered the kitchen.  The house
was full of windows and entirely furnished with modern but comfortable
furniture.  On a small table in the dining room stood a silver tray and on
the tray were two glasses of champagne.
	Chet touched the glassed but did not take one, instead he continued
to follow the music.  It led to a living room where a fire blazed.  There
were windows all along one wall of the house.

	A figure stood in front of the window.
	"No," Chet said, " it can't . . "
	Dean turned and smiled.

	He looked amazing.  He was more muscular and older and seemed so
much more confident to Chet.  He was dressed in jeans and tight fitting
shirt and Chet wanted him so bad he couldn't stand it.
	He saw Dean look at him then study his body and then he saw a look
in Dean's eyes that he immediately recognized.
	Love.
	Dean looked at Chet.  His body was amazing but it was obvious he
had been through so much.  He looked older and no longer the happy young
man he had once met.  The Agent he had spoken to had asked him to come here
and had briefly told him what Chet had been through.  Now, he saw Chet
before him and tried to fight back tears.

	There was a moment when neither of them moved and then they both
rushed toward each other.  Seconds later they were kissing a long, slow
kiss they had waited a long time for.

	Chet began to speak He had so many questions and so much to say.
He opened his mouth but Dean put his hand over it.
	"Not now."

	Dean grabbed Chet's hand and led him back into the kitchen.  He
grabbed one of the glasses of champagne and handed it to Chet, taking the
other for himself.
	Dean continued to hold Chet's hand guiding him back past the front
door and down to the long hallway to the master bedroom.
	Dean pulled Chet inside and again they kissed.  It was a longer
kiss now, more passionate and they began to pull at each others clothes.
	Dean reached past Chet and closed the door.


I will tell you that they did not have sex.  Instead they made love well
into the next morning.

Let's give them their privacy.



END BOOK ONE OF THREE


Oh, they did not live happily every after.


BOOK TWO BEGINS April 14, 2007.

Hello,

I just wanted to thank you all for reading this and having patience while I
finished the story.  Life sometimes gets in the way but I'm happy I
finished the first part and wanted to let you know we'll visit our friends
again.  I want to get far ahead on the next book before beginning to post
it.

I hope you enjoyed the story.  It was much more work than I thought but I
think I'm happy with the results.

For the next few months I have some short stories that you can read.  If
you send me an email I'll let you know when and where their posted.  The
next story is called Dad's Best Bud and it deals with a father breaking his
son in.

I wanted to thank Nifty for posting the story and all the people who sent
me emails.  I'm not kidding when I say that kept me writing.

My email address is ttstud@aol.com.  I'd love to hear from you.

Take care.

May 15, 2006