Date: Mon, 16 Jul 2001 21:48:41 -0400
From: LJB  <readersstop@netscape.net>
Subject: To Fulfill a Prophesy Section 8 (LJB)(MM BB Bb 1st anal oral teen1b
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The following is a pure work of fiction and is the property of the author.

If you are looking to get off quick, read something else.  This story is
presented in serial form and you'll read a lot of background, before you
get any mindblowing sex scenes.

If you are bothered by same sex relationships, read no farther.  This is a
story about the interaction of males with each other in a fanciful setting.
It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.

Thanks to those who have encouraged me to continue with the presentation of
this series.

Hope that you continue to enjoy.       LJB

Prophecy/Prophesy

A few have questioned the spelling in the title, pointing out the
difference between the noun and the verb.  The error in the title is the
use of the indefinite article "a".  Prophecy has an implication of religous
source which is not true of this story.  Prophesy has a super natural
connotation which was the intent of using this verb.  The title should have
been: To Fulfill Prophesy, using a double verb.  Please, no more spelling
notes.


To Fulfill a Prophesy

Section 8


Dean - Tuesday night

"I want to adopt Davey."  Ted announced that evening as we sat together in
the security suite.  "I agree with Chen that he's the one.  It's not only
that though, I really do care a great deal for him.  I can better help him
as a parent than just as a guard."

"I think that would be an excellent move," I responded.  "but you should
plan on waiting a while before you take any further actions."

"I'm not going to change my mind." he said, almost being defensive.

"Ted." I counseled, "I believe that you are committed, but Davey is going
to need adjusting time.  You must remember that two days ago, he was
sleeping under a bridge and tomorrow were going to move him into the
`castle'.  He's going to have a shock and although I feel he has the
intuitive sense to handle it, I think we owe him time for adjustment.  I
support you all the way on this.  Just don't let Davey get trampled in a
rush to nail down all the edges.  I also agree with Chen.  We must
encourage his abilities in a way that allows him to learn his true future
slowly."

Ted said, he understood what I was saying and he could agree, there should
be an adjustment period.  He then filled me in totally on the discussions
they had, while he was bathing Davey this morning.  I, in turn, took the
opportunity to tell him about my counseling session.

Later, we were both sitting on our beds undressing.  I moved over and sat
beside Ted on the edge of his bed, leaned into him and kissed him.  He
accepted my kiss without actively participating, but he didn't push me away
either.

"Thank you for holding me the other night when I was so upset." I told him.
He leaned over and kissed me.  This was a kiss to be remembered.  His
tongue entered my mouth and tickled my tongue.  It swept across the
surfaces and invited me to follow it back to its home, where it played with
me for what seemed to be hours.

"Thank you for being upset enough I got to hold you all night." he replied,
when the kiss ended.  His kiss had taken my breath away and it took me a
moment to recover.

"I'm a little lost, Ted.  I want our relationship to go farther, but I'm
afraid to proceed, even when I think you may be indicating you are
willing."

"Dean, I just want to go slowly." Ted replied.  "You and I know each other
so well, it would be easy to take each other for granted.  A little at a
time.  You still need time of your own, to let you sort feelings out, but
whenever you need to be held, I'm available.  You don't ever have to be
alone when you are having a rough time.  And when you are truly ready, I'll
be there."  I understood what he was saying and in truth, agreed.  I didn't
need a lover to occupy my attention.  It was more important to sort my
feelings out.  Above all else, I knew, he was there for me and always my
friend.

We had just settled into our beds and turned our lights out, when there was
a soft knock at the bedroom door.  The door opened, before either of us
could respond and someone moved into the room.

"Ted ?" called a weak voice, which obviously had been crying.

"Davey," Ted called out, "what's wrong ?"  The boy's figure moved over to
Ted's bed and sat on the edge.  The big man reached out and pulled Davey to
his chest, being careful, where his cast landed.  I turned on my light.

"Denny is in trouble."  the boy sobbed into Ted's chest.  "Something bad is
going to happen to him, tomorrow morning.  I was so busy, thinking about
what was going on and what was going to happen to me, I just didn't think
about him.  I was lying in bed, thinking about the people who sleep under
the bridge and suddenly, I knew that he was in danger."

"Whoa, " Ted interrupted, "tell me first, who Denny is ?"  Davey had
stopped crying and now sat back up, so that he could look at Ted.

"Denny is my friend.  He came about three weeks ago and I found him
wandering around one day and took him to stay with me.  I made sure he had
something to eat everyday and was safe at night.  He ran away from home,
because his mother was always taking off somewhere and leaving him with her
boyfriend.  He had been taking Denny's clothes off to give him bathes and
touching him and making Denny touch him back.  One day, when he was drunk,
he tried to fuck him.  Denny got away and I found him a couple days later."

"How old is Denny ?" I asked.

"He said he was nine, but I think he is only seven or eight." Davey
replied.

"I'll call Chief Farrell and....."

"No, don't" Davey said.  "The police will never get near them.  We have
escape routes all set and they will just scatter, or someone will get hurt.
I just know, if we don't get him, tomorrow morning he will be hurt."  I
thought for a moment.

"Well Davey, we can't just sit and do nothing and still help your friend."

"We don't need to." Ted told us.  "If stealth is required to rescue this
boy and bring him here, then we already have the men who can do the job.
Davey, I want a description of Denny and tell me exactly where this bridge
is, you slept under."  Ted listened very carefully to Davey's description
of Denny and the location and then picked up the phone and dialed a number.
After a brief pause, he identified himself, gave a complete summary of the
details and objective and asked the party on the line to make a `retrieval'
with as little disruption, as possible.  He hung up the phone and said, "It
will be done, within the next two hours."

It was then 11:15 p.m.

We got dressed.  Davey, watching us dress, snickered as Ted pulled on his
white, jockey underwear.

"What's so funny, Davey ?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing really, I guess." he replied.  "I just had a bet with myself,
Ted wore white jockeys.  That's all."  Ted and I just looked at each other
blankly, amazed at the things, that young minds think about.  We took Davey
back to his room and bed.  None of us were going to sleep, so we sat with
him and talked and played cards to pass the time.

At 1:00 a.m. the door of Davey's room swung open and we all turned to look.
In the doorway stood Jason and Dale, dressed in black `Commando' gear.
They both had great, wide grins on their faces.  Standing between them, was
a raggedy bundle with a furry crop of bright red hair on his head, sucking
on a `Tootsie Roll'.  He hesitated, leaning back against the men's legs, as
he viewed us and then he looked at Davey, hard and long.  You could see the
recognition slowly come into his eyes.  Davey's appearance had changed
drastically in the past few days.

"Davey" he shouted with glee and ran over to his friend.  "We thought you
were gone, Davey." he said, "Nobody knew what happened to you.  We went
looking, but nobody sawed you since Saturday afternoon."

"It's okay, Denny" Davey assured him.  "I had a little accident," he looked
up at me.  "but I'm okay now.  These men are my friends and they went to
get you, as soon as I asked them."  He looked over at Jason and Dale and
said, "Thank you, guys."

"No problem at all, Davey."  Jason called back to him.  Ted lifted the
small boy onto the bed, so he could stay with Davey and we four men, left
the boys for a few minutes and stepped outside to talk.

"It was no problem at all, Boss" Dale reported.  "We were in and had the
boy located, before anyone even knew we were there.  They actually had a
sentry posted, but he never even saw us."

"The boy was good, when we told him Davey sent us."  Jason continued.  "He
was more excited, than scared.  He was hungry, so we picked up a fast food
meal on the way here.  It was gone in a flash, so he might still want
something more to eat."  Ted and I thanked both the men.

"All part of the service, Boss."  Dale responded and they headed home to
bed.  We then had to decide, what to do with our newest child, so we went
back into the room to talk to the boys.

"Now that Denny's arrived, we have to decide, what is the best we can do
for him." I told the boys.

"Well," Davey said, "You have Ted and Jamie and Ted has you and me.  Can't
we just all share Denny."  It was the type of simplistic view, that would
take hours to try to unravel for a fourteen year old and it was too early
in the morning to try.

"I think we'll just go to bed and sort this out in the morning," Ted
groaned, "but first I'm going to introduce Mr. Denny to Mr. Bath Tub." All
of us saw immediately, a look of terror form on Denny's face and cloud his
eyes.  You could also see Davey sense the terror.  He immediately took hold
of Denny's arm and spoke calmly to him.

"It's all right, Denny.  That's my Dad.  His name is Ted.  He's okay.  He
won't hurt you.  He gave me a bath this morning and it was great."  Denny
was looking at Davey and the words seemed to calm him and settle his fear.
Ted moved over beside the boy.

"It'll be all right, Denny." Ted told him, softly.  "Neither Dean, nor I
will ever hurt you on purpose, or do anything that makes you
uncomfortable."  Denny looked up at Ted and the fear was gone.  Denny then
extended his arms to Ted and the big man picked him up and carried him in
to the tub.  I went next door and found a clean T-shirt for the boy to use
for night wear.

We decided to put Denny in the third bed in our room.  Just to avoid any
unintentional, frightening situations for him, Ted and I wore our underwear
to bed.  All was quiet for a little while, but Ted realized at some point
Denny was standing beside his bed, staring at him.

"What's the trouble, little guy ?" Ted asked.

"I'm not used to sleeping by myself, anymore.  I'm scared." the little
voice pleaded.

"Do you think, you might not be afraid, if you slept in here ?"  Ted asked,
raising his covers and indicating the space in front of him.  There was no
reply to the offer.  The little body, tucked itself in tight against the
big man's front and in a very few minutes, they were both off to sleep.

A call, first thing in the morning, brought Brad, my lawyer, back to see
us.  With Davey's help, we got the story from Denny, about what had
happened to him and the information, which Brad would need to write a
petition.  Denny turned out to be 8 years old.

"Expanding the family?" was Brad's droll comment to Ted and me.  Denny's
story was parallel, to the accounting which Davey had related to us, last
night.  Brad called me that same afternoon, to let me know that custody had
been granted for ninety days, while Juvenile Authority completed an
investigation and made its recommendation

Davey's doctors were all in, to check on him, early in the morning.
Dr. Klieg was astounded by the condition of Davey's leg.  He said, he had
never seen a dislocation, heal so quickly.  Each doctor, gave their
blessing to Davey going home and by midmorning, we were almost ready to go.

Just as we started to pack everything, Davey, who was facing away from the
door, said, "Hi, Mr. Chen."

Ted and I turned and our little Chinaman, standing just inside the door,
bowed and said, "I am Chen.  Good day Davey."  I was pleased to see
Mr. Chen, as he had been an honoured and favourite fixture, all through my
life.  No one, actually knew how old he was.

One time, I had looked for his employment application, and found a note in
the personnel files, that said, "They had not yet printed the forms, when I
was hired."  It was of course signed, `Chen'.  He had always, been an
enigma in my life and I treasured him, as a mentor and friend.

"Did you find what we need, Mr. Chen ?" I asked.

"I did indeed, Mr. Dean." he replied.  "Mr. Denny, these are for you."  He
extended his arms offering the boy the packages and bags, which he held.
Denny had been staring at the little man since he arrived.  The young boy
moved over to the man, who was barely taller than he was himself and took
some of the bags which were offered.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen." he said, politely.  The rest of the parcels, were
set on the bed.  I advised Chen, we were all headed home and would be there
for lunch, by one o'clock.

"Everything has been prepared." Mr. Chen replied.

Denny had started to empty the bags and found a complete, new set of
clothes.  There was everything, he needed to get dressed and he took them
into the bathroom and began to dress.

"That is for Mr. Davey."  Chen said, indicating one of the parcels on the
bed.  Davey turned and looked at Ted questioningly, but Ted just shrugged
his shoulders.  Ripping the parcel open, he let out a roar.

"A-one!  This is great."  he raved, removing a red and white, collegiate
type jacket.  "This is exactly like the one, I had taken.  "Thank you,
Mr. Chen."  Chen nodded, to acknowledge the boy's thanks.  We all turned to
see Denny come out of the bathroom in his new clothes.  Everything appeared
to fit precisely and the boy looked great.  Denny was about 3'8" in height.
His most noticeable feature was the red, almost orange since Ted washed it,
head of hair, that topped his freckled face, with its bright, blue eyes.
He was thin, too thin and I thought, that a week of regular meals, would
have him filling out more suitably.  He had long legs and large feet, which
made me believe he was going to do a lot of growing still.  He proudly
displayed the new runners, which he thought were most special.  "Bye,
Mr. Chen."  Davey said without looking to the door and I knew that Chen
would be gone.


Jamie - Wednesday afternoon

Some days are better than others.  At least my roommate likes me, when he
wants something.  I wish the water in the lake was warmer.  Boy I was
surprised, when Dad called me.  I should have been really mad at him and I
tried to be, but I really was happy, to hear his voice.  The other boys get
visitors.  I sure will be happy, when swimming starts in the lake.  If I
had just gotten off the block a little faster at the last meet, I could
have.....

"What're you thinking about so hard, Jamie ?"  I looked over and saw
Mr. Bailey, my Athletics and Judo Instructor.  At this school, students are
called by their last names, but when we were alone, he always called me,
Jamie.  He had really been, my only true friend, this year at school.
Maybe, because it was his first year and also, my first year and neither
one of us, ever went anywhere, or had anyone visit us.

"Nothing special, Sir." I answered.  "Just sitting here on the dock,
wishing that we could swim in the lake soon."  I got up and walked over to
where he was leaning, against the stone fence.  I really admired Mr.
Bailey.  He was tall, about 6'2", and had rusty coloured hair and greenish
eyes.  He had broad shoulders and a chest shaped like a `V', like the best
swimmers.  I guess, when he was growing up in Australia, he had been a
lifeguard.  His chest, didn't have any hair on it.  You could see it, when
he wore his Judogi (uniform).

"Sir, I don't remember if I told you, but I am going to my father's home
for the weekend.  I know you don't get away from the school, hardly at all
and I was wondering, if you would like to come with me ?  There is lots of
room and I know, he would like to meet one of my instructors.  I would
really appreciate you coming.  I know I told you before, I don't see him
very often and the last few times I was there, he was busy in his office
all the time."

"It's very kind on you to offer, Jamie.  I just might like some time away
from the school for a change.  Why don't you ask your Dad and if he says
it's all right, then I would be happy to accompany you."  This suited
Digger Bailey to a `Tee'.  He had wondered, what he would do for the
weekend, with his main charge away.  He had really enjoyed this assignment.
Jamie was overall, a good kid, but he really needed someone to attach to.
He needed his Dad and a home.  He had told Ted several times, Mr. McAdams'
absence was weighing heavily on the boy and he was pleased, Ted had been
correct and his Dad was getting involved again.  The school had been nice
and the boys were great, but he would like getting back to the city and
maybe finding a little personal company.

"That's really great, Sir.  My Dad is calling me tonight and I'll get it
all set with him, then.  Thank you, I will feel a lot better having you
there, with me." I told him.  This was really great.  Dad had sounded
really good when I talked to him, but after my last visit, I'm kind of
uncertain, if I will actually get to see him much.  Uncle Ted and Mr. Chen
will likely be there and they try to keep me busy, but I'm going there to
be with my Dad and I want him to be with me.

It's funny, when you grow up without your Dad, how no one else is really
quite the same.  Chad, who was Mom's third husband, had been nice to me.
He even tried to spend some time with me, but he wasn't my Dad and he
always was reminding me of that.  I remember visiting with my Dad, when I
was younger and we always had great times.  He and Uncle Ted would play
with me and take me places and tuck me in bed at night and read me stories.
It was like having two Dads for awhile.  After Grandma and Grandpa died, it
was different.  Dad was different.  He didn't seem to try anymore at
anything, except his business.  He was so busy, that he didn't have time
for anything, especially me.  Even his telephone calls stopped.  Uncle Ted
still calls me every week and I love him, but it's not the same.  I'm so
glad I will get the chance to see my Dad.  But then. I'm afraid, he won't
love me anymore, especially if he ever finds out, what I did.


Dean - Wednesday afternoon

This had been quite the day.  It's different for me coming home to the
`castle'.  For the others it's this huge, fantastic, elaborate fantasy and
they're right, it is.  But to me, it's home, it's what I've always known.
It's where I grew up.  All my memories of my family, which I'm really
starting to embrace, centre around the `castle'.  It's where I feel most
comfortable and I easily forget how intimidating it can be to others.  I
think it took Ted about 5 years to settle in here.  Now, I think he feels
mostly the same as I do about the place.  New arrivals, like Jason and
Dale, will settle into their suite well enough.  But the rest of the estate
will be like a foreign land to them.  They were joking the other day about
getting lost in the hallways.  When Davey and Denny saw the `castle' they
had no idea of what to make of it.  It was as if they were entering a fairy
kingdom.  They were so excited, they were flying about 10 feet off the
ground.

As we passed through the tree grove, from the highway into the clearing,
Davey took a look around and said, "What's this ?  Are we stopping for
something ?"

"This is the `castle'." Ted told him.  "We live here."  This blank
expression came over both his and Denny's faces as their eyes grew large
and they looked around trying to take everything in.

"I know exactly how they feel." Jason commented, looking at the boys.

"So do I."  Ted said.  "I can still remember the first time I came here."
Dale pulled the new limousine, which my Security Chief had arranged for,
now that I was to have a driver, up to the front entrance.  As we all
spilled out of the car, the front doors opened and Mr. Chen came out into
the entryway, followed by the estate staff, en mass.  This totaled about 35
people, today.

As we stood there, he bowed deeply, and said, "I am Chen.  We welcome you
all."  The display was obviously meant as a welcome for the boys.

To my surprise, Davey stepped forward, bowed to Mr. Chen and replied, "We
are honoured by your welcome."  I think for the first in my life, I saw
surprise and then a brief smile on Chen's face.  I took this opportunity to
address the staff.

"Thank you for your greeting to our newest residents.  There are far too
many gathered here today to expect the boys to remember everyone's name, so
instead I will introduce them to you and you may meet them one at a time as
the opportunities arise.  Gentlemen, this is David and Dennis." I indicated
each one separately.  Somehow, this all reminded me of a scene from `Little
Orphan Annie', which would cast me in the role of `Daddy Warbucks'.

We all then went into the house.  Mr. Chen guided the boys upstairs to show
them their room He had decided to put them together in one room with twin
beds.  This seemed to be a very good decision, for the time being, until we
found out how permanent our arrangements would be.  Each boy stuffed one of
their hands in one of Ted's, so he accompanied them and I took Dale and
Jason with me into the Library.  It really pleased me to see the boys
relating to Ted and how easily he was adjusting to interacting with them.
It then occurred to me that he had done this with Jamie on my behalf while
I had been so obsessed in my other world, so this really wasn't that new to
him.


The Prophesy of the Guardians

The House of Chen, being both old and honourable,
shall be the Caretakers of this vision of the yet to come.

From this time forth, one son will be born to the House
of Chen in each generation to the number of 110.

These males shall be the Caretakers and shall guard this
knowledge until its time arrives.

In the world of new beginnings, a Shogun (Leader/Prince)
of infinite wealth, after being lost and found again by his
 			Samurai (Warrior Chief)


Each Guardian will possess gifts.

Each will sense the presence of others.


There are dark forces and men who fear the power of the
Guardians and would use it for their own purposes.
 			Care must be taken to preserve them while they
grow and develop their skills.  They must learn to love and
trust, so that they may serve the needs of mankind.

(Partial translation)