Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 02:13:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dispticks Part Six M/b Incest

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Chapter Six: "No App For A Broken Heart"

It had been several days since my Dad had taken to disciplining myself and
James over our irresponsible decision to take my Son Jacob with us to
Dipsticks on New Year's Eve.  As much as I hated to admit it, he was quite
right to do it.  We both deserved to have our asses beat, after things at
the bar got a bit out of hand and Jacob ended up soaked in the cum of men,
that neither James nor I had ever met.

Until that night, it had pretty much always been an unspoken rule in our
family, that if you share a young boy with another man; You should at least
take the effort to get to know that person, before allowing him to have his
way with the boy.  Especially if it was a member of the family or in this
case, my own Son.  Though I didn't see the harm in it at the time, by
morning I was feeling guilty as all hell for not looking out for Jacob's
best interests.

Though James and I had promised each other, that we'd keep a close eye on
the boy; At some point that night, we lost focus on what really mattered.
Which was my Son's safety.  It was Jacob's first and probably last visit to
the bar and I wanted him to enjoy himself.  Unfortunately as it would turn
out, he would be the one being enjoyed, instead of the one enjoying
himself.

There was plenty of blame to go around for what happened that night.  James
had been drinking.  I know, because I was the one feeding him the endless
supply of beer.  Which was a mistake in an of itself.  James rarely drank
that much and I had never seen him completely drunk.  However, that night
he was drunk as a skunk and it was all my fault.

By the time midnight rolled around, he was just about totally out of it and
in his drunken state; There was no way he could be held responsible for his
lack of judgment.  However, I was sober and should have known better than
to let the heat of the moment cause me to risk Jacob's safety.  I thought
it would be fun to bring in the new year with a round of spanking on his
little bare ass.  Which to be honest, I think he enjoyed at lot.

However, it was what took place after the stroke of midnight, which should
never have happened.  In the heat of the moment and all the excitement, I
allowed not only our friend Bear but a countless number of complete
strangers to fuck my little boy's ass.  Jacob was willing to take a
pounding and he certainly did that night but in doing so, I'd broken our
unspoken rule.  I should have known better than to let so many strangers
have a go at him.  As my Dad would make clear to me later that night, there
are limits to how much a boy should take.

Though Jacob is the sort of boy who loves his little ass hurt, I should
never have let strangers be the ones to do it.  I didn't know most of them
from Adam and by sharing my only Son with them, I was really treading all
over his self-worth, love and desire to make me and his Uncle happy.  Which
is something I regret and would suffer the consequences of at the hand of
my Dad.  Well, technically it was little Alex's hand that delivered my
punishment but that's another story.

Needless to say, by the end of the night I'd learned my lesson and
discovered a new found respect for my Dad.  I know he probably never
thought he'd have to discipline his two grown Sons but I'm glad he had the
resolve to do it the way he did.  He might not be the gentlest man in the
world, when it comes to a lot of things but there's no denying that he
loves his family and wants the best for us no matter the cost.

He'd step up to the plate and handle up on a situation without giving it a
second thought.  As long as it was for the betterment of his family and for
that I'm proud to have him as my Dad.  He could also see through my blind
love for my Brother and how it was beginning to effect my own judgment and
decision making.  I would do anything for James but as my Dad would make
abundantly clear to me, there was a time and a place for it and as with all
things, there were limits to how much I could allow James to talk me into.

I know it sounds like I'm placing most of the blame on my Brother but I'm
really not.  I'm just as much to blame for what happened.  It was my
mistake to feed into his perverted desires and I'm not going to let it
happen again.  It's also reassuring to find out, that if I couldn't stand
up to him on my own, that our Dad would do it for me.

James has always been the slut of the family but his attempts to make Jacob
into one as well, had finally run into a wall.  A wall not of brick but of
flesh.  That night, our 230+ lbs Daddy had finally put his foot down and
had put the fear into both me and my Brother.  I might have had my issues
over the past year or so but I knew better than to drag my Son through it.
Which was something I think my Dad was proud of but I had let him down just
this one time and he let 'me' know that it wasn't going to happen again.

After waking up the following morning and feeling the soreness in my own
asshole, I got the message my Dad was trying to send.  If my hole hurt only
half as much as Jacob's did, then I owed my Son an apology and a promise
never to put him in a situation like that again.  However, I will say there
was one good thing that came of New Year's Eve night and that was finally
seeing Bruno's boy "Pup" playing like all boys should.

Jacob naturally befriended the boy and somehow managed to get Bruno to
allow them both to play darts together.  In all the time I'd worked at
Dipsticks, I'd never once seen Pup play with another boy.  He'd always been
so loyal to his Master, that he never left his side long enough to do
anything on his own, much less play.  So despite what happened late that
night, the evening started off with Jacob and Pup playing and making
friends.  Which I can honestly say made the whole night worth while.

I think even Bruno was surprised by how well the boys got along.  I also
remember when Roger came in and saw them playing, he had to say something
to Bruno about it.  I overheard him say, that it was great to see the two
playing darts together and that he'd hoped Jacob would come back again.
Hearing that both men were impressed by my boy made me really happy.  It
was great to know that he was making a positive impact on my bosses as well
as the customers, who were fascinated by both little boys.

Unfortunately, as a consequence of the way James and I had royally screwed
up later on that night; There was no way our Dad was going to let us bring
Jacob to the bar again anytime soon, if ever.  To make matters worse, I had
a feeling Pup really enjoyed Jacob's company and was probably looking
forward to seeing him again.  I knew it was going to crush me to have to
tell the boy, that I couldn't bring my Son back to play with him.  The more
I thought about it, the more it gave me a sick feeling in the pit of my
stomach.

Luckily, Bruno and Pup hadn't been back to the bar since New Year's Eve, so
I hadn't had to break the news to them yet.  However, it was now a Friday
night and I knew they'd both be coming in as they often did.  Since it was
the night before the weekend and Bruno always made it a point to make an
appearance on the busiest night of the week.

It was nearly 3am, when Nathan and I finished cleaning up the main room of
the bar.  Roger had already come through to lock the doors and to
double-check that everything was ready for the after hours clientele.  I
was dressed in my usual jeans and black tank-top while I wiped down the
counter with a damp washcloth.  I glanced over and saw Nathan walking over
to me, in his bright blue speedo with white stripes.  He was impossible to
miss, because the stripes glowed in the light of the black-light overhead.

I watched him as he sat down at the counter and scrolled through his
messages on his smartphone.  It didn't take a genius to know, that he was
messaging some men on the Grindr App.  Which normally wouldn't have
bothered me, except that he was only 14yrs old and could get himself or
other men into a lot of trouble arranging for hookups.

I tried not to blatantly look over his shoulder but I did glance over at
his phone's screen a few times as I finished wiping the counter.  It was
then, that I noticed he was messaging some older man and arranging for him
to come to Dipsticks after hours.  I shook my head slowly and sighed loud
enough that he could hear me.

At which point, he looked over at me and asked, "What dude?"

"I know it's none of my business but it's probably not the best idea to be
inviting guys back here.  I mean, during regular hours maybe but you know
what things are like after we close."  I replied.

"Yeah, you're right.  It's none of your business."  He said as he got up
from his bar stool and walked into the men's room.

I didn't want to piss him off and from the sound of it, he was already well
on his way.  Plus I was in no position to tell him what to do, I wasn't his
Father after all.  So I just rolled my eyes and made my way around the
counter to my usual spot.  Once there, I turned up the music on the stereo
and tossed the washcloth into a bucket of water beneath the counter.

Then I double-checked my stock of fruit on the cocktail bar and plucked a
cherry out of the container by it's stem.  I placed it in my mouth and
chewed on it as I waited for the sound of the backdoor bell to ring and
signal the arrival of our customers.

While I waited, Nathan came walking back out of the men's room and I nearly
choked on my cherry; When I looked down between his legs and noticed that
he'd obviously overstuffed the front of his speedo with paper towels.

"Seriously, Nathan?"  I asked with a smirk.

To which he replied, "What's your problem now?"

"Look at you."  I said and he looked down at himself, "I'm not sure if I
should grab your package or reach in and dry my hands."

"Oh, whatever.  Fuck you, dude."  He said.

"We've discussed this.  No, you cheap whore."  I said, "Seriously, you've
gotta stop stuffing your junk.  It's not like your fooling anyone.  We've
all seen what you've got."

"I know, that's the fucking problem."  He said as he returned to the
counter.

"What do you mean?"  I asked.

"Everyone's seen how fucking small it is.  It just won't fucking grow!"  He
replied.

I could see he was feeling very self-conscious about his dick size.  Which
explained why for the last couple weeks he'd begun stuffing his crotch.  He
climbed up on the counter and sat down facing me, while he joined me in
waiting for everyone to arrive.

As he sat there, I reached into his speedo and pulled his stuffing out
before he had a chance to react.

"Hey!"  He yelled.

"Trust me, I'm doing you a favor."  I said as I tossed the balled up paper
towels into the trashcan behind the counter.

The poor kid sat there completely stunned by what I had done.  I knew he
felt inadequate but there was no need for him to be stuffing his crotch.
What he really needed was to be reminded of how good he looked without the
fake oversized bulge.

Before he could get down to re-stuff himself, I returned my hand to his
crotch and began to fondle him through his speedo.

I grabbed a handful of his soft young dick and cupped it in my hand as I
looked him in the eye and said, "You feel that?  You're just the right size
to fit in the palm of my hand.  Which is more than enough for a good time
with the right guy."

He looked down at my hand and said softly, "Yeah, well, not everyone likes
tiny dicks."

"Then to those guys you say, 'go fuck yourself'.  Because they aren't worth
your time."  I said as I began to roll his balls around with my thumb, "Is
that why you've been stuffing your britches?  You trying to impress some
asshole on Grindr or something?"

He nodded his head and replied, "Everyone on there has a big fucking dick.
An I ain't got shit man.  No one even hits me up, unless I show them a dick
pic and once I do they stop talking to me."

"Did it ever occur to you, that maybe when they see your pic they know
you're a kid and get scared?"  I asked.

"Well, duh.  That's why I started sending them pics of my bulge instead."
He replied.

I shook my head slowly and said, "Quit...  Just quit.  There's no point in
pretending to be someone you're not, just to get some dude on a hookup site
to pay you attention.  Besides, have you ever considered what might happen
if they actually showed up here and found out you weren't as old as they
thought you were?"

To that, he shrugged his shoulders and looked away from me.

I tightened my grip on his dick, until he turned to face me again and I
said, "It could mean a world of shit.  Not just for you but for me, Roger,
Bruno, hell the whole bar could be in a helluva mess.  Don't risk it, man."

"But everyone here knows me and half of them won't even slip me the dick
anymore."  He said.

It was then, that something my Dad had said to James and I, New Year's Eve
night came rushing through my head.  As my Dad would say, Nathan had been
over-shared.  By letting random strangers fuck his ass so often, they'd
lost all respect for him and saw him as nothing more than a piece of meat.
An after so much time on the slab, he wasn't even fresh meat anymore.

The horny men who frequented Dipsticks had already used him hard and put
him away wet a dozen times over.  Of course, I had to explain it to Nathan
without coming across like a complete jerk.  Finding the right way to tell
the kid, that everyone had lost interest in him and that, that was the real
reason why they weren't paying him any attention anymore was tricky.

Though perhaps more important than explaining his situation to him was
trying to help him find a solution to his problem.  I thought for a moment
and then an idea came to me.  I moved my hand away from his little bulge
and reached under the counter.  There I picked up two pieces of candy.
From their colorful wrapping, it was easy to tell which kind of candy each
piece was but to make my point I needed to change that.

So with my hands under the counter and out his line of sight, I unwrapped
each piece and swapped them out for one another.  Then I wrapped them back
up and presented them to him.

"Here, tell me which one of these has peanuts in it."  I said.

He gave me a strange look and then said, "The one on the left, duh."

"Are you sure?"  I asked.

"Yeah."  He replied.

"How do you know?"  I asked.

"Because it says so on the wrapper.  See, contains peanuts."  He said as he
pointed at one of the pieces of candy in my hand.

"Let's find out.  Open it."  I said and he grabbed the piece from my hand.

He unwrapped it, examined it with his eyes and immediately shot me an angry
look.

"That's bullshit.  You switched them out."  He said.

"Yeah but you're missing the point."  I said, "You thought you knew what
was going to be inside because you let the wrapper convince you.  Just like
when guys come in here every night and see you in a speedo or thong.
They're convinced by what they see on the outside, that they already know
what's hidden underneath and so they no longer need bother unwrapping you."

He thought about what I said for a moment and I could see he was still
puzzled, so I said, "Let me put it this way.  You can't change what's under
your wrapper but you can change the wrapper itself."

"So you're saying, I need to change my outfit?  That will make dudes look
at me more?"  He asked.

"Bingo."  I said as I unwrapped the piece of candy in my hand and plopped
it in my mouth, "You just gotta keep 'em guessing.  An don't be afraid to
keep your pants on a little longer.  It builds suspense."

"Hmm...  I'll go see what I can find in Roger's office."  He said as he
hopped down from the counter and started for the side door.

Then he pushed the door open and started to step out but before he did, he
turned to me and said, "Thanks, Mark."

"Anytime, little dude."  I said with a nod.

With that, he walked through the side door and it closed behind him.  I
felt the cold outside air blow in as he stepped out and it made me shiver.
So I walked over to the thermostat on the wall and turned the heat up a
bit.

While I continued waiting, I walked over to billiards table in the middle
of the room and grabbed a cue stick.  Then I knocked around a few balls,
until I heard the backdoor bell ring.  I knew then, that customers would
soon be coming in and I finished knocking the last of the billiard balls
into the pockets, before returning to the counter.

Just as I stepped back around the counter, the side door swung open and
Nathan came back in.  I almost couldn't believe my eyes as he stepped
through the door and made his way over to a bar stool to climb up onto the
counter.  He was dressed in a pair of black leather shorts with a matching
small black leather and metal harness.  He stood up on the counter and spun
around for me to see.

"What do you think?"  He asked.

"You look awesome, dude.  I almost didn't recognize you."  I replied with a
grin.

He smiled proudly as he showed off his outfit and I could tell he was
feeling a little better about himself.  As the two of us enjoyed each
others company, the side door swung open again and several men came walking
in.  They were the usual biker and roughneck crowd.  They approached the
counter and instantly took notice of the way Nathan was dressed.

"Mmmm!  I could have used a sexy little bitch like you riding with me last
night.  Woof!"  One man said and Nathan's face lit up.

"Rawr!  Sexy little fucker ain't he?"  Another said.

With that, Nathan smiled wide and began shaking his hips to the music as he
started dancing for the men.  He'd had his self confidence restored and it
was just in time to make him some extra money.  As he danced, I picked up a
money clip from over by the cash register and clipped it to his harness,
along with a $5 bill.

That was all it took to encourage the others to tip him as they ordered and
paid for their drinks.  They put their change to good use and soon he had
several bills hanging off of him.  It was about that time, that the side
door swung open again and I watched as Pup came crawling in.  Seeing the
little black boy crawling around on the floor always brought a smile to my
face.  He was just so cute to look at and I watched him as he went up to
the end of the counter and peeked his head around.  It was obvious he was
looking for someone or something and I had a sinking feeling that I knew
what it was.

Before I knew it he'd crawled over to me and was hugging my leg.  I reached
down and picked him up, placing him at his usual spot on the end of the
counter.  There he sat on his hands and knees and looked around some more,
before turning his attention to me.  He tilted his head to the side and
stared at me as I made drinks for my customers.  I knew he had something to
say but he wasn't sure if he should speak freely.

As his luck would have it, he wouldn't have to say anything.  Because soon
Bruno and Roger came in and they both asked about Jacob.  They stood behind
the counter with me and made themselves something to drink as we discussed
him.

"Didn't bring your boy with you tonight, Mark?"  Bruno asked.

"Nah, afraid not."  I replied.

"That's a shame.  Pup was looking forward to seeing him."  He said.

Then Roger chimed in, "That makes two of us.  I was hoping to see that cute
little queer too.  Damn fine piece of ass.  Mmmmm!"

Hearing both men asking about my Son made me smile but I also knew at some
point I was going to have to tell them what had transpired that night,
after I'd gotten home.  I wasn't sure how to approach them about it and I
honestly felt very nervous discussing it within earshot of Pup.  So once
they'd made their drinks and the crowd had been served, I took a minute to
pull them both aside.

I knew Pup was listening closely and I really didn't want to hurt his
feelings.  So we walked over to the dart board, which was a good distance
away and I figured that over the music he wouldn't be able to overhear us.
But watched curiously from across the room as I explained to them what had
happened.  At first, Roger was pissed that my Dad had reacted the way he
did.  However, Bruno seemed to completely understand and even supported my
Dad's decision to discipline James and I.

Of course, him being a Master I pretty much assumed he would feel that way
about everything.  What surprised me though, was when he expressed
disappointment in Jacob not being aloud to come to the bar anymore.  That
actually seemed to upset him somewhat.  Perhaps more so, because he knew
his own boy was going to have to go without the new friend he had only just
recently made.

Then Roger said that if they had known how my Dad had felt about his
Grandson being shared, that he would have taken added precautions during
his visit to the bar.  Hearing that made me feel bad, because I hadn't even
considered the possibility.  I hadn't asked Roger or Bruno about bringing
Jacob to Dipsticks, before inviting him and James that night.  If I had at
least run it by them first, things might have turned out differently, I
thought.

Unfortunately, it was over and done now and there was nothing I could do to
change what had happened.  Both men understood and expressed their regret
with regards to the result of what had occurred.  However, they both also
said, that they had a feeling that with enough time, my Dad might come
around to the idea of letting Jacob visit again.  It was just way too soon
to tell.

After finally getting the bad news off my chest, I returned behind the
counter and Roger went about greeting his guests.  While Bruno approached
Pup to relay the message himself about what had happened.  It didn't take
long for Pup to glance over at me and give me the most soulful puppy dog
eyes.  His little brown eyes cut right through me and I nearly burst into
tears.

I walked over to him and rubbed his back as he sat on the counter and
lowered his head.  I knew he was sad and I wanted to do whatever it took to
cheer him up.  So between breaks in customers, I shared candy with him and
tried to show him more attention that I usually did.  He seemed to
appreciate the gesture but it was clear that he missed his new friend.

Even though he and Jacob hadn't known each other long, it was the first
time that Pup had, had a friend to play with at the bar.  Which meant a lot
to a boy, who otherwise spent his nights sitting on the counter just
watching everyone else having a good time.

As the night went on, the second wave of arrivals showed up and I heard the
backdoor bell ring.  Roger made his way to the backroom to let them in and
Bruno approached me and expressed his concern about the boy.  He was a
proud and dominate man but through that tough exterior I could see he was
really worried about his little boy.  He said he'd never seen Pup so sad
and it was upsetting even to him to see that.

It was then, that the thought occurred to me, if I couldn't bring Jacob to
Dipsticks.  Maybe I could bring Pup to Jacob.  The only issue with that of
course, was getting Bruno's approval and I figured that wasn't going to
come without some strings attached.  Eventually I felt I had little choice
but to take the chance and ask him.  After all, if I had asked him about
bringing Jacob to the bar in the first place, things might have turned out
differently.  I wanted to make sure this time, that if there was a better
option, that I'd at least run it by him first.

As Bruno sipped his beer, I turned to him and said, "I don't know how you
feel about mixing work with pleasure but, um, if you'd be interested.
Maybe you and Pup could come over to my place after work sometime."

No sooner than the words had come out of my mouth, did I realize just how
sexual I just made them sound.  I found myself blushing at the realization
that I had probably just hit on my boss and his boy.

Bruno nearly choked on his beer when he heard what I'd said and looked at
me with wide eyes as he said, "Didn't your old man just tear your ass up
for sharing?  You cruise'n for a bruise'n."

"Um, no, um...  Uh, not exactly.  I just...  Oh hell..."  I stammered as I
tried to find the right words, "That came out all kinds of wrong.  Let me
try again...  Would you and Pup like to come over and hang out with my Son
and I sometime after work?"

Feeling that, that time I had gotten the words out right; I breathed a sigh
of relief, when Bruno patted me on the shoulder and said, "That's mighty
generous of you, Mark.  I know Pup would enjoy some play time with his new
buddy.  Come to think of it, so would I."

As his words left his lips, I knew what he had in mind and I nearly popped
a boner considering it.  For some reason, the thought of Bruno and Jacob
getting it on really excited me.  However, just then my Dad's voice filled
my head and I could just hear him giving me hell for sharing his Grandson
with a stranger again.

However, I was already thinking of ways to justify it him.  I figured I
could always tell my Dad, that Bruno wasn't really a stranger.  After all,
my Dad and James had both sort of met him.  At least that is, that they
knew who he was and had seen him at the bar.  I gave it some more thought
and found myself becoming even more aroused by the idea the more I
considered it.

"I wouldn't mind seeing that myself."  I said and I felt Bruno squeeze my
shoulder with his strong black hand.

"MmmHmm!  I know that's right."  He said as his hand slipped from my
shoulder and he resumed sipping his beer, "Your Daddy ain't gonna lay the
law down on you again if we come over, will he?  I'd hate to have to hold
you down while he gave your ass a whooping."

He gave me a smirk as he set his beer glass down on the counter and I knew
he was secretly eager to see me get my as beat by my Dad.

"Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you?"  I replied with a smirk, "If he does,
he does.  I'll handle it.  I just don't want to see our boy's friendship
cut short."

"You got balls, Mark.  Big hairy balls."  He said with a grin, "Play your
cards right and I might just have to let you put them to my boy sometime."

Hearing that sent shivers down my spine and I think I nearly had a
spontaneous orgasm in my jeans.  I still don't know if Bruno had picked up
on my attraction for Pup or not but the thought of fucking his tiny
hairless black ass was something I'd been dreaming about since I'd first
laid eyes on him.

I nodded and smiled as I noticed Pup was eavesdropping on our conversation.
I watched as he lifted his head and wiggled his tiny ass with excitement.
Now maybe it's just me but I'd like to think he was wiggling his tiny ass
just for me.  Perhaps there was a mutual attraction between us?

Bruno also took notice of his boy's reaction and said, "Yeah, you heard
right.  Some night we gonna have to pay these white fellas a visit."

With that, Pup sat up proudly and smiled from ear to ear.  It was adorable
to see him so happy and wiggling his tiny ass.  Just imagining how
incredible his tiny hole would feel around my dick, put an extra pep in my
step the rest of the night.  We both had something exciting to look forward
to but before we could get together and make future plans, someone was
about to come into the bar, that would change the night for the worse.

For it was about that time, that the side door swung open and a few more
horny customers came walking in.  One of them however, struck me as a bit
odd and out of place.  I hadn't seen him before and he was looking around
the place with eyes that could cut through steel.  He was a gray haired
man, probably in his late 50's with glasses and dressed in a blue dress
shirt and black slacks.  He totally stuck out amongst the regulars and as
he made his way through the crowded room, he placed his cellphone to his
ear.

Almost immediately, Nathan's phone started ringing on the counter.  He
stopped dancing and looked down at it to see who was calling him.  He
didn't have to say anything, I already knew the caller was inside the room
with us and when the kid looked at me, his little eyes grew wide with fear.

"Oh fuck, dude."  He said as he picked up his phone and sat down on the
counter.

"Relax, just answer it.  I've got your back."  I said.

Bruno overheard us and watched as Nathan answered his phone.  While he
talked to the guy on the other end, the well dressed man made his way
around the room and over to the men's room.  Then he slipped inside and
disappeared around the corner.

Nathan set his phone down and said, "He wants me to follow him."

"Well?"  I asked.

"I'm nervous, dude."  He said.

"It's alright, just relax.  He probably just wants a blowjob or to talk or
something."  I said.

I watched as Nathan took a deep breath and hopped down from the counter.
Then he made his way into the men's room to meet his hookup.  Everything
seemed to be going fine at first, that is until I realized that several
minutes had passed and he hadn't come back out.  Minutes slowly turned into
half an hour and I was starting to get worried.  However, I wasn't the only
one.  Bruno had been keeping an eye on the men's room doorway and was
watching the clock to see how long Nathan was going to be gone.

Eventually he felt it had been long enough and he motioned to Roger, who
was across the room.  The two men casually made their way to the men's room
doorway and I watched as they disappeared around the corner.  The next
thing I knew, Nathan came running out of the men's room and collapsed on
the floor.  Even from where I was standing, I could see that he had bruises
around his neck and was gasping for air as he laid on the floor.

"Nathan!"  I yelled as I jumped the counter and made a mad dash for him.

The crowd of men parted as I rushed over to him and helped get him to his
feet.

"Are you alright!?"  I asked in a panic.

"Fucker tried to kill!"  He cried out.

As I carried him away from the doorway, I glanced back and caught the
reflection in the long mirror of Bruno and Roger beating the living shit
out of Nathan's hookup.  I wasn't completely sure what had just gone down
but fists were swinging and blood was flying.  The crowded room came to a
stop as I carried the kid across the floor and sat him down in one of the
booths along the back wall.

Then I heard Roger's voice fill the air and I turned around to hear him
say, "We're closed!  Everyone get the fuck out!"

I didn't even have time to think, before running to the front door to
unlock it and let everyone out.  It wasn't the usual way we did things but
this seemed like the only option given the situation.  The crowd was just
as shocked as I was as they dropped what they were doing and made their way
out the front door.  I held the door open and watched as they stepped out
and into the darkness of the empty front parking lot.

Once everyone was safely outside, I pulled the door closed and locked it
again.  By this time, Roger and Bruno were dragging the guy out of the
men's room by his feet.  Judging by the missing teeth, busted lip and
various cuts and bruises, he'd just had his ass handed to him.  The men
dragged him out to the patio and left him there, while Roger used Nathan's
phone to place a call.

Then Bruno joined me as we checked on Nathan.  The kid was sobbing
uncontrollably with tears and snot running everywhere.  I grabbed a napkin
from the dispenser on the table and helped him wipe his nose.  While Bruno
lifted the kid's head up and examined the now clearly visible hand print
around his skinny neck.

"He come close, boy.  Damn close."  Bruno said.

As we comforted Nathan, Roger killed the music that was playing and turned
on the main fluorescent lights.  In the light, the trail of blood on the
cement floor leading from the men's room to the patio became visible.
Roger shook his head with anger as he held Nathan's phone in his hand and I
could see that he was looking at the Grindr App.  It was obvious that he
was upset with Nathan for using it.  Something that I too had expressed
concern about earlier in the night.

He walked over to us, laid the phone down on the table in front of Nathan
and yelled with anger, "You just don't fucking learn do you!?"

Nathan flinched in fear as Roger raised his voice to him.  From that I
could tell that whatever had transpired in the men's room, was the final
straw that pushed Roger over the edge with Nathan.



Roger grabbed Nathan's phone from the table and shook it in his hand as he
yelled, "What part of 'don't fucking send out pictures of yourself' do you
not understand!?  First it was sexting and now it's grinding?  Now you see
what happens when cyber meets reality and you aren't who you say you are!
Some psycho just tried to strangle your ass!"

Then in his fit of rage, Roger slammed the phone down on the cement floor
and it shattered into pieces.

"Nooooo!!!"  Nathan yelled.

"No more!  Do you hear me!?  No more!"  Roger yelled, "No more phone!  No
more hookups!  No more playing me like a fucking fool!"

Nathan stared down at his smashed phone and broke down and cried like a
baby.  With his head in his hands, he fell out of the booth, crouched down
on the floor and balled his little eyes out for all they were worth.

As we watched him cry, Bruno shook his head with disgust and said, "You
done fucked up, boy."

I wasn't sure what to do or say, so I just stood there feeling sorry for
poor Nathan.  After a few minutes of heavy crying, he got up on his knees
and grabbed hold of Roger's leg.  But Roger wasn't having any of that.  He
was angrier than I'd ever seen him and wasn't about to show any sympathy
for the kid.

"Get the fuck off me!"  Roger said as he took a step back, "In fact, you
know what.  Get the fuck outta here."

Nathan looked up at him and cried, "But where am I gonna go?"

"Right now I really don't give a fuck.  All I know is I've got a mess to
clean up."  Roger replied, "Now get lost!"

With that, Nathan got up to his feet and Bruno showed him to the front
door.  He let the kid out into the cold and closed the door behind him.  I
was honestly shocked to see Roger just toss the poor kid out like he did
and it upset me but it wasn't my place to say anything.  It was a reminder
to me, just how lucky I was to have a family to come home to and just how
dangerous Dipsticks really was.

With Nathan gone and the bar closed early, that only left Roger, Bruno, Pup
and myself to clean up the place.  It was dead silent as the three of us
went about cleaning the floors first and then Pup helped me wash the
glasses that were left scattered around the room.

Once that was done, Roger counted down my register and Bruno told me I was
free to leave.  I gave Pup a hug as I came to the end of the counter and he
smiled up at me.

I kissed him on the cheek and said, "I hope you get to come visit me
sometime soon."

He licked my face and said almost in a whisper, "I hope so too."

Then with a wink and a wave, I made my way to the side door.  I pulled it
pushed it open and found discovered the unconscious man was still laying
there on the patio floor in a pool of blood.  As I stood there with the
door open, looking down at him, I heard Bruno's voice echo from behind me.

"Don't worry about him.  We'll clean that up."  He said.

I wasn't sure what he meant and I wasn't about to ask questions either.  I
figured the less I knew the better.  I simply nodded and made my way to the
patio gate.  There I pushed it open and walked out to my truck.  I made my
way around to the drivers side door and pulled it open.  As I scooted into
the seat, I felt what I thought was my jacket laying in the seat.  I
started to shove it over to make room for myself and heard a gasp.

"What the hell?"  I said under my breath.

I guess I must have forgotten to lock my doors, because when I picked up my
jacket I found Nathan curled up in the seat.  Even though I shocked to see
him in my truck, I was also relieved to know he was alright.

He looked up at me and softly cried, "Please, Mark.  Don't throw me out.  I
have no where to go."

My heart sank as I looked down upon the cowering, scared, cold and homeless
kid.  He sat up so I could get in and I pulled my door closed.  Then I
started the engine and backed us out of the parking lot.  As I put the
truck in drive, I put my arm around him and pulled him close to me.  He
cuddled up against me for warmth as we drove away.

In the distance I could see the flashing of lights and soon a police car
came rushing passed us.  In the rear view mirror, I watched as it pulled
into the parking lot of Dipsticks and I knew either Roger or Bruno had
called them about the man they'd beaten unconscious.  I wasn't sure how
that was all going to unfold but I hoped for their sake, that they could
resolve the situation.

As for me, it would appear I had my hands full with a situation of my own.

Nathan looked to me and asked through his tears, "Where we going?"

"Home I guess.  You can stay with me tonight.  But after that, we'll have
to work something out."  I replied.

I held him close and he whimpered the whole way home.  It wasn't a long
drive but it gave him some time to think.  Which was something he
desperately needed to do, because he was in a world of shit and there was
no easy way out of it.

After about 30mins or so we arrived at my house and I parked out front.  I
had originally planned to come home and go out to Jacob's Playhouse to
sleep with James and Jacob but with Nathan with me, I felt it best not to
introduce him to the mix just yet.  I didn't know how long he was going to
be staying with us and I didn't want there to be any unforeseen issues,
after we'd night I'd just had.

So the two of us got out of the truck and I lead him into the house.  There
we tip-toed through the living room, until we came to my bedroom.  I opened
the door and invited him in.  It was still dark as we both got undressed
and crawled into bed.  I laid on my back under the covers and he laid
beside me.

It didn't take him long, before he'd resumed his whimpering and I couldn't
handle the sound of it for too much longer.

I reached my arm around and pulled him to me as I said, "Come here."

He laid his head on my chest and I rubbed his back, while we tried to get
some sleep.  It took a little while but eventually he fell asleep in my
arms.  As much as I enjoyed having him close to me, I knew in my heart that
I couldn't keep him with me for long.  I hoped that Roger would come around
and allow the kid to come back to him.

Maybe after all this Nathan would finally learn his lesson, I thought to
myself as I laid there contemplating the possibilities well into the early
morning hours.

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