Date: Fri, 2 Mar 2012 07:11:29 -0600
From: Keith Yates <farmerboykeith@hotmail.com>
Subject: Devyn's Struggle 29

This is a fictional story involving sexual acts between two or more men.
If this offends you, why are you here?  If you are under the legal age to
read sexually explicit material then do not read any further.  This story
in no way represents any person living or dead.  Any resemblance to any
real person is purely coincidental.

For those of you who have read my previous stories The Coach's Office
(Athletic section), Jake's Tale (College Section) and Rick's Barn (Rural
section) you will find this story a bit different than those.  I hope you
will give it a chance and if it isn't what you are use to from me then
don't worry as there will be additions to Jake's Tale and Rick's Barn that
you might find more interesting.

Character List

Devyn Roberts -- Main character

Judy Roberts -- Devyn's Mom

Frank Roberts -- Devyn's Dad

Brent Watson -- The boy across the street and Devyn's new friend

Linda Watson -- Brent's Mom

Richard Watson -- Brent's dad

Sue Henderson -- Devyn's Girlfriend?

Tracy Rogers -- Brent's Girlfriend?

Matt -- Works at Devyn's father's construction site and is gay.

Bryan -- Matt's partner

Tom fisher -- Man who befriended Devyn

Henry -- Devyn's first client.

Russell -- Devyn's most physically abusive client

Todd -- New boy Tom brought home.

Roberta -- Devyn's Grandmother

Hannah -- cop that arrested Devyn

Dean -- Hannah's partner who also helped arrest Devyn

Joe -- Hannah's Brother and Devyn's new guardian

Ben -- Hannah's husband

Travis -- Hannah's Son and Joe's Nephew

Julie -- girl from school

Sam -- Boy from school

Stacey -- girl from school

Charlie -- Boy from School

Ethan -- College student interested in Joe.

Chapter 29

Spring seemed to come upon Devyn over night.  One day it seem to go from
snow and cold to cool and rain and then warm sunny weather.  Devyn had
talked to Ethan a couple of times on the phone, but so far they had not
managed to get together.  Ethan was eager to introduce Devyn to a couple of
his friends and Ethan was hoping that Devyn would bring Joe back to
Edwardsville soon.

Devyn felt good as the sun shown down on him and he worked. He was helping
Joe do the spring planting.  He was lifting bags of soybean seed and
pouring them into the drill.  He was getting it filled so that Joe would be
ready to start drilling them later that morning.  He saw the car come
across the bridge.  He wondered who it was.  It was not a car Devyn
recognized.  He continued working until he heard the car pull up the
driveway.  Joe was in the pasture checking on the cattle.  He had a couple
getting ready to drop calves.  He said one looked like she just might have
twins.  Devyn had not known that cows could even have twins.

"So this is the type of work you do now," the voice said from behind him

Devyn felt his stomach sink.  He felt his body break out into a cold sweat.
He had heard that voice before.  He would know it anywhere.  He turned and
saw Tom standing there.  "How is my little faggot?"

"Leave," Devyn said.  "Get the fuck out of here."

"Now is that anyway to talk to me," Tom said and moved toward the truck.

Devyn took a step backwards and fell over the bags of seed.  He landed on
his butt.  His legs were up on the bags.  His head thumped against the bed
of the truck.  "On your back just where you belong."

Devyn scrambled quickly to his feet.  He looked down at Tom.  He couldn't
believe he had trusted this man so completely.  "Get the hell out of here.
Leave me the fuck alone."

"Is that anyway to talk to me," tom said.  His voice was calm but his eyes
flashed with malicious intent.  "I took you in to my home.  I fed you.  I
clothed you.  I gave you so much and you treat me like this.  You turn me
into the cops for nothing."

"You took me in so you could prostitute me.  You took me in so you could
sell me to some old fucking perverts that couldn't get any, any other way
than to pay for it.  You used me."

"Oh, you think you were used," Tom sneered.  "You didn't complain when I
was feeding you and giving you a place to live.  You didn't complain when I
took care of your needs.  You didn't complain when I was fucking that tight
little ass of yours."

"I want you to leave.  I want you out of here.  Just go."  Devyn felt his
stomach flipping over and over.  He thought he was going to be sick.  He
had pushed the things he had done for and with Tom to a deep dark place in
his mind and now those things were coming back.  He could feel the men
touching him.  He could feel Tom forcing him.  He could remember the black
male how Tom had used Todd.

"I don't think so," Tom said.  "I have a score to settle with you.  I have
to repay you for what you did to me."

"I did nothing to you," Devyn said.  His voice shook with the emotions he
was feeling.  He could feel his knees grow week facing tom.  He wanted to
jump down from the truck bed and run.  He wanted to run away from Tom but
he knew if he jumped down he would fall flat on his face.  It was taking
all of his will to keep his legs from giving out.

"Prison was not a fun place my little faggot," Tom said.  "It gave me time
to think though.  I thought of all the ways I would make you pay for what
you did to me.  I thought of all the things I would do to you when I caught
up with your fucking double crossing ass."

"Leave," Devyn said.  His voice sounded more forceful than he felt.

"No, I don't think so," Tom said.  He stepped closer and placed his hand on
the side of the truck.  "I think it is time you get what I have for you."
Tom looked up into Devyn scared face.  He could tell the kid was terrified
of him.  He knew he could do anything to Devyn.  "We both know you like
being used by men.  We both know you are the happiest when you have a cock
stuffed up your ass or down your throat.  Actually you like it best when
you are being fucked and sucking a dick at the same time.  You are a little
faggot whore and you know it.  It is all you are good for bitch boy."

"No, get out.  I hate you."  Devyn started to turn and was going to jump
down from the other side of the truck.  He wanted to just get away from
Tom.

Tom reached out and grabbed Devyn's jeans.  He pulled the boy off the
truck.  Devyn landed hard in the gravel drive.  His arms were scraped by
the gravel and even bleeding in a couple of places.  Tom moved over Devyn
and planted a hard kick into Devyn's side.  His foot making solid contact
with Devyn's ribs.  The breath rushed out of Devyn.  Tom grabbed a hand
full of Devyn soft silky brown hair.  He pulled Devyn's eyes back to face
him.  He looked into the frightened eyes.  "I think that for me to get back
what you owe me, I am going to just have to take you with me.  I think I am
going to take you and throw one last party.  I think with you tied up and
lubed up that you might just recoup some of my losses for me.  I can just
leave you like that and let you get fucked over and over again.  One man
right after the other using your hot tight ass.  The men taking turns at
you and filling you with cum.  You would like that wouldn't you?"

Devyn tried scooting back from Tom, but tom slapped Devyn hard across the
face with the back of his hand.  His knuckles leaving the teenagers cheek
red.  "Don't try to deny it," tom said.  "I know you like the idea.  I bet
you are getting boned up right now thinking about it."

"No fucking way," Devyn said.  He pushed out with his foot and kicked tom
hard in the shin.

"Fucking little fucker," Tom said.  This time he punched Devyn hard his
fist making solid contact with Devyn's left eye.  Devyn saw stars.  He
winced and tried to pull back but that just cause pain to rip across his
scalp as Tom was still holding him by the hair.  Tom pulled up on Devyn's
hair and Devyn had no choice but to get to his knees.

"There you are," tom said grinning like a mad man down at Devyn.  "On your
knees where a good little faggot belongs."

Devyn winced as the gravel ground into his knees.  He could tell from the
tight fitting tee shirt that tom was more muscular than he was before.
Apparently Tom had spent some time lifting weights while he was in prison.

"If you just leave," Devyn said gritting his teeth, "I won't tell anyone
you were here.  You can just go on your way."

"I don't think so.  I need my pussy boy back.  Todd did not work out as a
good fuck toy.  The men didn't like him nearly as much as you."

"No," Devyn cried remembering the innocent guy.  With Todd's mental
handicap he would be more than vulnerable to whatever torture Tom could
come up with.

"Oh yes," Tom said.  "We took his cherry in one of those parties.  You know
the kind you enjoyed so much.  I think 10 different men went into that new
cherry hole.  Then He drunk cum from just as many cocks.  He was crying and
begging for them to stop but that just inspired them on to fuck him harder.
He was broken after that.  I gave him the stuff that would keep him going
but he was just there.  There was no life left in him."

"You fucking bastared.  You fucking son-of-a-bitch."  Devyn clenched his
fingers into a fist and struck.  His hand slamming into tom's stomach.

Tom grunted from the impact of Devyn's fist into his belly.  "Little
fucker," Tom said.  He slammed Devyn's head into the side of the pickup
truck.  Devyn saw stars and then the world went dark.  Devyn was not
unconscious for long.  He woke with the movement of his body across the
driveway.  Tom's hands were under his arms dragging him to his car.  "Oh
fuck no," Devyn thought.  "He can't take me with him.  I can't go back to
that."  Devyn waited pretending to still be dazed from the impact of his
head against the truck.  He could feel the pain spreading across his head.
He could feel the large swollen place that had made the most contact with
the truck.

When Tom stopped to open the car door, Devyn moved.  He pulled easily from
Tom's grasp and was on his feet.  He kicked Tom's leg out from under the
larger man and then he ran.  He darted for the house.  He could hear Tom
cussing behind him.  He could hear the man coming after him.  He didn't
know where he should hide.  He had no idea where to run.  He just knew he
could not go back to that life.  He rushed through the door and slammed it
behind him.  He threw the lock but knew that would not stop Tom for long.
Barkley jumped up surprised at Devyn's sudden entrance.  Devyn heard the
man's feet on the porch.  He heard Tom hit the back door.  He heard him
pound against the wooden planks.  "Open this fucking door you fucking piece
of shit."

Barkley moved between Devyn and the door.  He started to growl low in his
throat.  His first bark loud in the kitchen.  He moved closer to the door.
He barked again.  Devyn heard the thud of Tom pounding his shoulder against
the door.  Devyn knew it would not last long.  Tom was determined.  "Leave
Tom," Devyn said.  His voice was shaking as were his hands.  He grabbed the
phone on the wall and dialed 911.  "I am calling the police.  Leave now and
maybe you won't go back to jail.  Maybe you won't go back into prison where
you were someone's bitch."

Devyn could hear the operator coming on the line.  He was about to speak
when the door splintered and ripped open.  He dropped the phone and backed
away.  Barkly stood his ground.  His teeth bared as Tom moved into the
house.  The dog barked once more and then leaped at Tom.  Devyn saw the gun
too late.  The shot echoed in the kitchen.  Devyn heard Barkly yelp and
then fall to the ground.  Devyn didn't wait to see what happened.  He knew
he could do nothing for the dog.  He bolted from the kitchen and ran
through the house and out the front door.  He headed toward the truck.  He
didn't know if he would reach it in time.  If he could just get to it, then
he could get away.

Tom was right behind Devyn.  His feet loud as he ran down the porch steps
and headed toward the truck.  He knew that was where the kid was going to
go. "You aint going to get away from me."

Devyn didn't answer. He glanced back and saw he was not staying ahead of
the man.  He would not have time to get into the truck, start it and get
away.  Plus Tom had the gun.  He was in deep shit.  Tom might just kill him
and be done with it.  Devyn turned at the last second and darted through
the barn door.  He hurried through the dark interior and climbed the ladder
to the loft.  He would be able to double back and get the truck and get
away.  He just had to think clearly.

Tom came through the door more cautiously.  He stepped slowly into the dark
interior.  His eyes were slow to adjust to the dim light.

Devyn was quiet in the loft.  He waited for his chance.  If Tom came up the
ladder into the loft then Devyn could jump down through the manger and get
away.  He hoped he wouldn't end up breaking a leg...

Time seemed to slow down to Devyn.  He could hear his heart pounding in his
chest.  His body was covered in cold sweat.  He tried to control his
breathing so Tom wouldn't hear where he was.

"Come out, come out where ever you are little faggot," Tom chanted his
voice malicious.  "I will find you.  I will find you and have my way with
you and then sell your fucking pussy ass to the highest bidders.  You're
going to love my new clients.  They are not nearly as nice as those fat old
men you were use too."

Devyn stayed quiet.  He just had to wait.  He had to be patient.  He would
get his chance.  His mind was racing and he heard again the pitiful yelp of
Barkly.  He didn't know how he was going to explain that to Joe.  He didn't
know what he would do to make it up to him.  He loved the dog too, but it
was Joe's dog.  The dog would do anything that man asked of him.  The bond
between human and canine was quite special.

"Where is my little slut boy hiding?" tom asked as he circled around the
barn.  He found no sign of Devyn.  He came to the ladder and began climbing
it.  Devyn was just waiting to see Tom's head and shoulders appear and then
he was going to make his presence known so tom would come all the way up.
Then he was jumping down.  Devyn saw Tom come up the ladder.  He saw the
shoulders and strong back of the other man.  Devyn was preparing to jump
and run when a new voice called from the door.

"Devyn," Joe called.  "Are you in here?  Who's car is that?"

Tom spun around and dropped down the ladder.  He turned to face the door
way where Joe was standing.  "Don't move," tom said his voice tense.

"Who the hell," Joe said.  He took another step into the barn and his eyes
adjusted.  He had seen the man once before.  "What the hell are you doing
here?"

"I came for my property," Tom said.

"Then you had better just leave," Joe said.  "Devyn belongs to no one.  He
is his own man."

"He's a fucking little faggot.  He's worthless.  He's mine to do with as I
please."

"You won't be getting him," Joe said his voice defiant.

"You think you are going to stop me?" Tom said and he pointed the gun in
Joe's direction.

Joe stepped to the side of the door so he could better see in the barn's
dark interior.  "I said not to move fucker," Tom said and he pulled the
trigger.  The bullet whizzed past Joe's shoulder and lodged into the oak of
the barn wall.  "Don't move another fucking step or the next one will hit
you dead on."

Devyn about jumped out of his skin at the loud sound of the gun being
fired.  He was glad to hear Joe's voice.  "If you leave now, we won't call
the sheriff on you."  Joe's voice did not sound quite as confident to Devyn
as it had a moment ago.

Devyn slowly walked across the hay loft.  He took each step slow and
careful.  He did not want Tom to hear him moving around.

"I think not," Tom said.  "I think I will take what is mine and then if you
are nice I won't put a bullet between your eyes."

Joe was unsure of how he was going to get out of this mess.  He was
wondering where Devyn was hiding.  He was sure that the teenager had to be
in the barn somewhere.  He hoped that Devyn would take the opportunity to
run.  "I don't know how you got out of prison, but you will not get your
slimy hands on Devyn again."

"He is mine," Tom said.  "Why don't you come out now pussy boy.  Come out
now and I will let your boyfriend live."

"Just leave him alone," Joe said.  He took half a step forward.

"Yeah, don't want to give up that sweet ass do you," Tom said.  "Bet you
get off big time when he has his lips around your cock."

"You are a sick bastard," Joe said.

"Nah, its old fucking fags like you that are sick.  But damn you pay well
when a guy like me gets you a sweet piece of young tight boy ass to fuck."

"I do not need to explain my relationship with Devyn to you," Joe said.
"You would never understand it."

"You think you are better than me don't you," Tom said.  He took a step
toward Joe.  "You think you're so fucking good because you are just a good
old country boy."

"I think you are sick.  You need to be in jail.  You should be locked away
for the remainder of your life."  Joe hoped that Devyn was getting away.
He hope the kid was taking the chance to run.

Devyn was at the opening to the hay loft.  He was looking down and could
see tom's back.  He could see him standing there pointing the gun at Joe.
"Oh God no," Devyn thought.  "Not him.  You can't shoot him.  You can't
kill him."

Joe saw the dust fall from the hay loft.  He saw the bits of hay drop to
the barn floor.  He knew Devyn was up there.  He was screaming at the kid
to run.  His mind trying to tell Devyn to run.  He said more calmly than he
felt, "You can find other kids.  Leave Devyn alone.  You have harmed him
enough."

"Not nearly enough.  He turned on me.  He squealed like the little queer
pig he is.  He has to pay for that."

Devyn slowly climbed onto the ladder while Joe kept Tom's attention.  He
took two and then three steps down.  His feet were silent on the wooden
slats.  One more and then another.  Now he was ready.  He launched himself
off the ladder and onto Tom's back.  His weight pushing the other man
forward and to the left.

The gun went off again.  The bullet thudding into the water trough as Devyn
attempted to pin Tom.

"Fucking dumb faggot," Tom barked.  He slammed his elbow back into Devyn
and knocked the teen off his back.  He had dropped the gun and was reaching
for it.  It was then that the tongs of the pitch fork slammed down and
pierced his hand.  The mettle tongs puncturing the flesh and coming out the
other side.  Tom yelled in pain.  His hand was broken.  Blood was gushing
from around the rusty spike that pinned his hand to the barn floor.  He
reached for the gun with his other hand but Joe kicked the gun out of his
reach.  "I told you mother-fucker to leave.  Now you are going to pay for
everything you did to Devyn."  Joe's fist made solid contact with Tom's
face and there was the crunch of bone as Joe broke the man's nose.  He
slammed is fist into Tom's face again and again.  Blood gushed from Tom's
nose.  Joe wrenched the pitchfork from the floor and brought the wooden
handle down across Tom's face.  He then flipped it around like it was a
quarterstaff and brought the tongs to tom's throat.

"Joe," Devyn cried seeing the tongs getting ready to puncture Tom's throat.

"You wouldn't," Tom cried.

"Why not," Joe said.  "I got a thousand acres out there.  I can hide the
body where it won't ever be found.  No body, no crime."

"He aint worth it Joe," Devyn said.

"No, but you are," Joe said.

"No," Devyn said more calmly than he felt inside.  "Don't do it.  He can go
back to jail.  He can be locked away maybe this time forever."

Joe pushed a bit on the pitch fork.  It would be so easy to push the mettle
forks into the man's soft throat.  One good hard push and this man would
never bother Devyn again.  "You are lucky he is here.  You are damn lucky
he has a heart that is forgiving.  "Grab that roll of duck tape," Joe said
to Devyn and nodded toward the shelf by the barn door.  "Put your hands
behind your back," Joe ordered Tom.

Tom did as he was instructed and he felt the teenager securing his hands
with the tape."You will fucking die.  I will come after you both," Tom said
defiantly.

"Man," Devyn said.  "You don't know when to stop.  You are lucky he didn't
kill you.  You are lucky that he stopped.  He could have taken your ass out
of this life.  He wouldn't have even gone to jail as it would have been
obvious self defense."

It was then that Joe heard the tires of a car driving up the gravel
driveway.  "Sounds like more company," Joe said.  "Go see who it is."

"It is a cop car," Devyn said.  He watched as the man stepped from the car
and walked towards Devyn.  "Hi," he called.  "We got a 911 call from here."

"Come on in here Don," Joe called from the barn.

Don Johnston walked into the barn and stopped short.  "What the hell's
going on Joe?"

"This man was trespassing, he assaulted my son, he shot at me and I want
him locked away."

"Well, that sounds like enough to do it," Don said.  He looked from Joe to
Devyn and saw the swollen lip, the darkening bruise around the kid's eye
and the scrapes up and down his arms.  "Looks like a gun isn't as good a
weapon as a pitchfork."

"The gun is over there," Joe said.  "There should be a bullet in that wall
there and one over there."  Joe nodded in the directions the bullets had
been fired.  He kept both hands on the pitchfork.

Don set about picking up the evidence.  He pushed Tom into the back of his
cruiser after reading him his rights.  "I'll send someone else back for the
car," Don said.  "You going to be okay."

"Yeah," I'll be fine."

"You might want to get some pictures of the boy's injuries.  Just in case
they are needed in court.  I can have lee do that when he comes to pick up
the car."

"That will be fine," Joe said.  "You don't know how close I came to pushing
that pitchfork through his throat.  A part of me wishes I had so he
couldn't hurt anyone as bad as he did Devyn."

"It's a good think you didn't," Don said.  "I wouldn't want to have to put
you in here."  He thumped the car roof.

"Just let me know if you need anything from us," Joe said.

"Will do," Don said.

Joe watched as Don drove down the hill.  Devyn came out of the back door
and looked toward Joe.  He wanted to keep Joe out of the house, but knew
this would have to happen sooner or later.  "Joe," Devyn said standing at
the end of the sidewalk.  "I am so sorry."

"It isn't your fault kiddo," Joe said.  He walked up to Devyn and the
teenager through his arms around Joe and buried his face into Joe's neck.
He repeated over and over again, "I'm sorry.  I'm sorry."

"Hey," Joe said wrapping his arms around the teen and holding him.  "It is
okay.  It is over now."

"No, it isn't," Devyn said through his tears.  "Tom came into the house,"
Devyn said.  "He broke in the door."

"The door can be fixed," Joe said.

"Joe," Devyn said.  "Barkley..."  Devyn couldn't say more and now Joe
understood something.  There was something worse than the door waiting in
the house.  Joe broke away from Devyn and ran to the house.  He took the
porch steps three at a time.  He burst through the door and saw the dog
lying on the floor.  He dropped down in the blood that was sticky on the
kitchen floor.  "Oh gawd no," Joe sobbed.  His tears fell onto the still
form of the companion he had raised from a pup.  He leaned over the dog and
sobbed silently.  His back shaking with the emotions.

Devyn stood there in the doorway watching.  He stepped up behind Joe and
placed his hands on the man's broad shoulders.  He rubbed the shoulders and
then dropped to his knees behind Joe.  He slid his arms around the man and
squeezed tight.  "I am sorry Joe," Devyn said softly into his ear.

"It, it isn't your fault," he said his words choppy.  "If I had known, I
wouldn't have stopped."

Devyn understood clearly.  Had Joe known that the bastard had killed
Barkley he would have killed Tom with the pitch fork.  "He jumped at Tom,"
Devyn said.  "He was defending me."  Devyn's tears slid down his cheeks.

"He's the best Dog a man could ask for," Joe said.  His fingers slid
through the soft fur.  He rubbed Barkley's ear and scratched in the spot
the dog loved.

The two stayed on the floor for a long time.  Joe's tears fell silently
onto the fur.  Then Joe stood up slowly.  He felt Devyn stand with him.  He
turned and pulled Devyn against him.  He brushed his lips across the soft
locks of hair.  "Looks like it is just you and me now.  I'm going to go
find a spot for him."

"Want me to help?" Devyn asked.  He didn't want to leave Joe alone.  He
wanted to do whatever the other man wanted him to do.

"Maybe you could wrap him up in that old quilt he use to sleep on," Joe
said.  Devyn brought the quilt into the kitchen and lay it out.  He then
picked up the lifeless form and placed it on the middle of the quilt.  He
rubbed a hand across the soft fur .  "You were a great dog," He said.
Tears sliding down his face.  He then proceeded to wrap the pet up into the
quilt.  He stood up and looked out the kitchen window.  He saw Joe with
shovel in hand digging.  He was throwing his back into the work and Devyn
assumed that the man was taking his grief out on the dirt that was being
moved.

Joe came back into the kitchen.  Devyn had already cleaned up the blood.
The only thing left was the quilt wrapped form.  Joe scooped it up into his
arms and walked out.  Devyn followed him to the back corner of the yard.
The whole was deeper than Devyn would have thought possible in the short
time.  Joe had obviously taken out some of his anger on the ground.  He
placed Barkly down into the whole as gentle as if the bundle was a
breakable piece of crystal.

"I, think he will like it here under the Dogwood," Joe said.

"Yep," was all Devyn could manage to say.

Copyright 2012 by farmerboykeith@hotmail.com all rights reserved.

There we go loyal readers.  Another chapter.  Looks like Devyn got to face
one of his demons from the past.  Maybe this time they will lock Tom away
for good.

As always, send me your thoughts and comments.

K Y