Date: Thu, 4 May 2006 10:48:01 -0400
From: Ron <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: Writing for Joe  Chapter 11

The following is a work of fiction. Any similarities to anyone are purely
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profanity and references to gay sex. If this offends you, please leave
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Writing for Joe Chapter 11


The boys sat around the living room, watching television and playfully
chatting. Thirty minutes earlier they had ordered pizzas, and were
hungrily waiting for them to arrive. Soon they heard a knock on the door.

"I'll get it." Jeremy pushed Franklin off his lap and onto the floor.

"Bastard!" Franklin grabbed him by the ankle, causing him to loose his
balance and fall down. He then jumped over Jeremy and ran to the door,
unlocking it without looking into the peephole first.

"Franklin!" Joe shouted. "Look and make sure its-" It was too late.
Franklin had already thrown open the door and Cobra rushed inside,
throwing the small boy to the ground. He was carrying a large handgun and
pointing it wildly at the boys.

"Everyone on this side of the room!" He screamed, slamming the door and
locking the deadbolt. He grabbed Franklin off the floor and threw him
into Matt. Matt caught him and wrapped his arms securely around him. Joe
reached out and pulled Jeremy behind him.

Franklin was screaming hysterically while Matt tried to quiet him.

"Shut that fucking pansy up, or I'll shoot him." Cobra yelled. Matt
held Franklin tightly and put his hand over his mouth in an attempt to
stop him from screaming.

"I don't want to die! Please don't kill me!" He cried.

"Shut the fuck up!" Cobra approached Franklin and slapped him across
the face. This only made Franklin cry even louder.

"Don't you hit him, you son of a bitch." Matt yelled, approaching
Cobra.

"Don't Matt!" Joe reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"You better listen to your boyfriend, Blondie." Cobra warned as he
backhanded Matt with the gun. Matt winced in pain at the assault. Joe
tightened his grip on him, trying to stop him from trying to do anything
that would put him in further danger.

Cobra opened a plastic grocery bag he was carrying and took out a roll of
duct tape. He tossed it to Joe.

"Go in the kitchen and bring out the four chairs around the table. If
you do anything stupid, I won't hesitate to kill you." He warned. Joe
went in the kitchen and returned with two chairs, then went in and got
the other two.

"Now line them up." He instructed. "First tape the hands of that
little fag." He pointed to Franklin, handing him the tape. "Behind his
back." Joe did as he was instructed. He taped Franklin's hands behind
his back as Cobra carefully watched. Then he sat him gently in the first
seat. Franklin sat shaking uncontrollably.

"Now that fag." He pointed to Jeremy. Joe taped his hands behind his
back, and then sat him in the second seat. He gave a frightened look to
Franklin.

"Now pretty boy." He pointed to Matt. "Only you don't look so pretty
now." He began to laugh as he reached over and slapped Matt on the side
of his face where a bruise was quickly forming. He winced in pain. Joe
duct taped Matt's hand, noticing that he had his hands slightly apart.
When done, he sat Matt in the third chair.

"Turn around." He pushed Jeremy up against the wall and began to tape
his hands tightly. When he was done, he pushed him into the fourth chair.
He stepped back and looked over his captive prey and began to laugh
menacingly.

"Well, well, well. Look at what I have here." He continued his sadistic
laughter. "You boys don't look too pretty right now." He walked over
and spit in Matt's face. He continued to pace back and forth, eyeing
each boy individually. He finally stopped in front of Matt.

"I'm going to kill you last, Pretty Boy. You're the reason Wellston's
in jail. I want you to watch the others die, before I blow your pretty
face off." Matt's skin crawled when he heard these threatening words.
He wasn't thinking of himself. He couldn't bear to see Joe and the
others suffer at Cobra's hand. He kept looking at the door, hoping
Nichols would come rushing in at any minute.

"So help me, God." Matt began, but received a hard slap across the
face.

"What?" Cobra laughed. "What the fuck are you going to do to me?
Look's like you're in no condition to make threats." He hit him
harshly again. This time Matt almost passed out from the intense pain.

"You've caused so much damn trouble, Boy. Wellston wanted you dead last
year, but he wanted things to die down. Now he wants me to finish the
job." He lifted Matt's head with his beefy paw. He dropped it and began
pacing again.

"I hate pretty boys like you. You can have anything you want. All my
life I've been laughed at by the likes of you. I hear the cruel comments
when you pass me on the street. Just because you have the looks, you
think the world owes you. I can't even buy a piece of pussy. Who would
want an ugly fuck like me?" He said angrily. The more he surveyed the
boys, the more rage appeared in his eyes.

As he spoke, Matt kept trying to loosen the tape around his wrists. Joe
had noticed that he held his hands slightly apart, and had taped him
loosely. It was just enough that he could twist his wrists back and
forth, feeling it begin to tear slightly. He had to be very discreet in
his movement to keep Cobra from noticing. He knew Cobra wouldn't
hesitate to shoot him if he observed him trying to break free.

"I'm going to have a little fun before I kill you. I'm going to fuck
you in your pretty mouths before I shoot you." He grabbed Franklin's
mouth and began caressing it.

"Such a pretty mouth. I'm going to start with you." Franklin let out a
loud cry, becoming hysterical. His eyes widened when he noticed Cobra
begin to unbuckle his belt.

"No! Oh God, No!" He screamed. Cobra backhanded him across the face.

"Shut up, Boy! I'm not good enough for you?" He shouted. "I've
watched you suck countless guys off at Wellston's mansion and I was
forbidden to touch you. Today, I'm going to make up for that."

Franklin continued to cry as Cobra began to take off his belt and unzip
his pants.

"Leave him alone!" Jeremy screamed. He couldn't stand to watch as
Cobra threatened Franklin. Cobra walked over and slapped him across the
face, sending his head flying backwards, crashing onto the back of the
chair. Jeremy appeared to pass out briefly.

Cobra pulled his pants down to his ankles. All four boys watched in
horror as Cobra pulled out a thick cock. It wasn't particularly long,
but it was as thick as a beer can. A horrible stench filled the room as
he began to stroke his cock. He walked over to Franklin and stuck it in
his face. The small boy began to gag as the acrid smell filled his nose.
Joe tried to divert Cobra's attention from Franklin.

"Fuck you, Cobra. Why don't you bring that thing over here and let a
real man suck it?" The thought of this man's cock in his mouth almost
made him vomit, but he didn't want to see Franklin hurt.

"All in good time, Pretty Boy." He smirked. "I'm going to let all of
you have a piece of this fat cock before I kill you."

He tried to stuff his cock in Franklin's small mouth, but he kept
turning his head. Cobra grabbed the sides of his face and held his face
straight as he brought his cock closer. He pinched Franklin's nose shut,
waiting until he gasped for air. Then he was going to cram his cock into
the boy's mouth.

"If you bite me, Boy, I'll slit your fucking throat." He threatened.

Suddenly, Matt felt the duct tape give way. He had managed to work his
wrists around unnoticed by Cobra, who had been paying attention to the
others and had not seen his movements. Timing was critical. He had to
make his move at just the right time or they would all be dead.

Just as Matt gasped for air and opened his mouth, Cobra began to shove
his hard thick cock into his mouth. Matt jumped and pushed the mammoth
man to the ground. He began to fight with him as Cobra tried to pull his
gun from its holster. With one hand, Cobra threw a fist into Matt's
face, knocking him back. Matt saw stars. When he refocused he saw Cobra
bringing the gun around towards him.

"Matt, No!" Joe screamed from his seat, watching helpless as Matt
fought on the ground with the larger man.

Matt grabbed his hand and began struggling for control. He couldn't
believe the strength of this huge man. They wrestled for the gun, when
suddenly it discharged.

"BANG!"

Everything seemed to go in slow motion as Matt fell on top of Cobra. He
lifted himself and saw blood all over his clothing. Cobra reached out and
shoved him off. He lifted the gun again. This time Matt grabbed the gun
and pointed it once again at Cobra's chest and fired. Deep red blood
splattered into his face. He rolled over and lay on his back as he looked
over at Cobra and watched him take his final breath of air. His chest
rose, then he let out a gurgling sound before becoming motionless.

Matt closed his eyes and let out a large shout. It was not a shout of
pain, but rather of victory. David had slain Goliath. He began to cry as
he got up and rushed over to Joe, who appeared to be in shock. He took
him in his bloody arms and held him.

"It's alright, Joe. It's over." He cried.

Suddenly the door burst open and Sergeant Nichols and a Swat team came
rushing in. They quickly assessed the scene, and saw Cobra lying dead on
the floor with his pants around his ankles. Matt was clutching Joe and
crying. Franklin and Jeremy were screaming hysterically. In all his years
as a police officer, he had never seen such a horrible sight.

Within minutes, the other boys were freed and emergency personnel were
attending to them. It was determined that all four should be taken to the
hospital and treated for their injuries. Even though they had not been
severely hurt physically, their emotional injuries were overwhelming.

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Matt opened his eyes to a bright, white room. He looked around and
suddenly realized he was in a hospital room. He stirred slightly and then
saw a figure jump from a nearby chair and rush over to his bed.

"Matt!" Jessica reached over and kissed him on the cheek. "Are you
alright?"

"Joe!" He screamed, looking around frantically for his friend.
"Where's Joe?" Jessica smiled, and then walked over and drew back the
cloth partition. Matt looked over and Joe lay there smiling at him.

"Hey, you!" He smiled. "You saved our lives!" Suddenly, the events at
the apartment overwhelmed him and he began to sob hysterically. Jessica
sat on the side of the bed and held him. She pulled his head into her
shoulder and tried to comfort him.

Joe got out of his hospital bed and he approached the other side of the
room. Jessica let go of Matt and she got off the bed. Joe sat down and
took Matt into his arms.

"We're safe now. No one's ever going to hurt you again. I promise."
Matt looked into Joe's reassuring face and kissed him.

"Ahem!" Jessica cleared her throat. When they looked over at her, she
was smiling broadly. "You two need to get a room."

"We have one." Matt laughed. "Don't you like what we've done with
it?" He waved his hand around. She walked over and embraced Matt and Joe
and held them tightly.

"I can't imagine what you guys have been through." Jessica said with
tears flowing down her cheeks. "When Nichols called me, I was so
frightened." She gently touched the bruises on Matt's face where Cobra
had struck him.

"We're alright, I think." Joe insisted. "Where are Jeremy and
Franklin?"

"They're down the hall." She informed them. "There's been a parade
of therapists going in and out of their room all day. I guess they're
finally going to get the help they should have gotten last year."

"I'm glad." Matt smiled. "Do you think they'll let us see them?"

"Ask Nichols when he comes in." She suggested. "I'm sure he can
arrange it."

As if on cue, the door opened and in walked Nichols.

"Hey, guys. How are you feeling?" He asked, examining the bruises on
Matt's face.

"We're doing alright, considering every thing we`ve been through."
Matt responded.

"You'll feel a lot better when I tell you what I have to say." He
smiled as Matt threw him a questioning look.

"Good news?" Matt was getting into his reporter's mode again.

"Yeah. We went to the DA this morning and told him about Wellston and
the prostitution ring he conducted last year. We also told him about
hiring Cobra to kill you guys. He's going tomorrow before the grand jury
and bring charges against him for conspiracy to commit murder, aggravated
assault, prostitution, child endangering and rape, to name just a few. We
have filed over 14 new charges against him. It should be easy to get them
to hand down an indictment. He's looking at over 120 years added onto
his sentence."

"That is good news. Hopefully, he'll never come out of that prison."
Matt seemed relieved at the information Nichols had told him.

"I don't think we have to worry about Wellston ever again. His entire
organization is ruined. When we get through, he won't have anything
left. We're seizing his home and all assets as evidence." He informed
them.

"What then?" Jessica asked.

"After the trial, his money will go to the state, and his home will be
auctioned off. He won't be left with a penny." Nichols smiled widely.

"Good. That son of a bitch deserves it. What he did to those boys was a
shame." Matt stated angrily.

"What happens to Jeremy and Franklin?" Joe asked with concern.

"They've agreed to testify at trial against Wellston." He told them.
"Franklin's parents have been very cooperative. They've agreed to let
Jeremy stay with them so that he can get the support he needs. Right now
they didn't think it was a good idea to separate the two."

"That's great news. Can we see them now?" Matt asked anxiously.

"Alright, but just for a minute. They've been through a lot, as you
well know." He told them. "I think it would be good to see that you two
are safe as well."

He led them down the hall past several rooms. Matt was nervously awaiting
the encounter. They had been through so much together.

Nichols opened the door and they saw the two younger boys sitting on a
bed playing a card game. When they looked up, their eyes widened when
they saw Matt and Joe standing in the doorway. Cards scattered all over
the floor as they flew off the bed and into the older boys' arms.

There was not a dry eye in the room as they embraced one another.
Franklin was kissing Matt and holding him tightly. He let go and flew
into Joe's arms. Jeremy left Joe's arms and embraced Matt tightly.

"Thanks." He whispered in Matt's ear. Matt tightened his embrace,
never wanting to let go. After several minutes, emotions were beginning
to settle down.

"Are you guys going to be alright?" Matt asked, his eyes still teary.

"Yes." Jeremy assured him. "We're going to be together. Isn't that
cool? Franklin's parents said I could stay with him. My mother even
agreed." He was beaming from ear to ear, as he reached over and pulled
the smaller Franklin into him.

"Nichols said you're going to testify against Wellston." He waited to
see the boys' reaction.

"I'll be happy to do it. I should have had that bastard put away last
year." Jeremy responded angrily.

"You know that Joe and I will be there to give you support." Jeremy
walked over to Matt and embraced him again.

"You better be." He laughed.

Nichol's suggested that it was time to go. After another round of hugs
and kisses, everyone left tearfully from the room. They headed back to
Matt and Joe's room.

"The DA wants to talk to both of you this afternoon at 2:00. I'll come
back around 1:00 and prepare you for her questions. She wants to know
what happened at the apartment and what Cobra said about Wellston hiring
him to kill you." He informed them.

"You have to promise me one thing, though." Matt stated firmly. "You
share your information with me. I almost died getting this story. I
deserve it."

"You got it, kid." Nichols said as he walked over and hugged Matt, then
turned and shook hands with Joe.

"I'm glad you guys graduate in a few months." He laughed. "I'd hate
to think what would happen if you stayed around any longer. This small
town isn't ready for you two." He opened the door and left.

Matt and Joe filled Jessica in on what had happened at her apartment. The
police had refused to let her enter when she had gone over in the
morning. The entire apartment complex had been cordoned off with yellow
police tape.

She groaned when they told her about Cobra's blood splattering
everywhere when he was shot by Matt. Matt was overcome with emotion, and
Joe took him over to the bed and held him while he cried. Later, they
were permitted to walk down to the hospital cafeteria for dinner.

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Matt finished his news article and proudly handed it to Joe.

WELLSTON INDICTED ON 14 NEW CHARGES

FACING 120 YEARS IN PRISON

By Matt Adams and Joe Monroe

Once again Matt was gaining national attention. He had already been
interviewed by local and state media, and he had talked to CNN about
doing an interview. Joe looked admiringly at his star reporter.

"May I have everyone's attention?"

Joe shouted at the noisy newsroom. Since their return, the room had been
abuzz with activity, trying to put together the lead story. Everyone had
wanted to contribute by gathering important background information. The
room slowly quieted as Joe stood patiently before them.

"I have some great news to tell you." He looked over at Matt and
smiled. Matt gave him a questioning look. If Joe had some news, he had
not been privy to it.

"Dr. Olsen called me to his office about an hour ago. He had received a
call from the Washington Post. When Matt and I graduate in June, they
want us to come and work for them. They've offered Matt a job as a
reporter, and they want me to be an assistant editor."

The room erupted in applause. Matt stood stunned, looking at Joe.
Everyone surrounded them, giving them hugs and handshakes.

"Looks like Matt will still be writing for me." He laughed. "That is,
if he wants to." Matt looked into his eyes and nodded his head.

"I also have another piece of news." He walked over to Matt and took
him in his arms and kissed him, while the astonished news staff looked
on.

The End.

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I hope you enjoyed the story.  Write me at ronyx@woh.rr.com and leave me
a comment.  Thanks.  Ron