Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2008 22:20:08 -0400
From: Ron <wolfwalker2@alltel.net>
Subject: TEEP chapter 13

Bright and early the next morning, Aaron ported to an out of the way spot he
had chosen yesterday and walked through the full parking lot, stopping and
waiting until the street was clear, he crossed over and entered the
courthouse. Standing in front of the directory, Aaron let his eyes glance
around the lobby, to anyone else, it looked like he was looking for the
right floor, seeing that Judge Johnson was the family court judge, and on
the second floor, Aaron went over to the stairs and started up, avoiding the
heavy security around the elevators. Leaving the stairwell and entering the
second floor, Aaron noticed all the people around the elevator and in the
hall, there seemed to be an awful lot of people in suits, he thought.

Glancing through the small window of the doors leading to Judge Johnson's
courtroom, Aaron not seeing the judge but a large number of people milling
around, moved past the doors and found a small hall with a sign above it
stating it led to the judge's chambers, entering through the closed door,
Aaron made his way down the short hall and heard the Judge from yesterday
complaining to someone about the circus that had descended on his courtroom.
Walking into the small reception area, Aaron noticed the judge leaning
against the doorframe, talking to the same deputy from the bank yesterday;
about the same time they noticed him enter the room.

Taking one look at Aaron, the judge started laughing, "Here I was worried
that you would have to fight your way through that zoo, and you walk calmly
into my chambers dressed for a day on the beach, no one the wiser."

Grinning, Aaron nodded his head, "No one gave me a second glance, I think
they are looking for someone dressed very formally to walk in, little do
they know this is formal dress for Altare, after all, we're a tropical
island nation." Pulling the extra P.A.D.D. out of his pocket, Aaron tapped
his finger on the side of the case, "Where do you want to do this?  What you
are about to see on this device is not for every Tom, Dick and Harry that
wants to gawk at it, in fact, once it has been viewed by you, it will be
sealed to your DNA only...and I would frown on anyone viewing its contents
without a warning, so I could prepare both young men ahead of time."

Nodding his head, Judge Johnson stood up and pushed a button next to the
door, causing dead bolts to drop into place at both doors leading into his
chambers, "We had these installed some time ago, my chambers are now sealed
and they can only be unsealed by two separate keys from fellow jurists from
their chambers or my key from inside mine. So shall we sit down in my office
and get as comfortable as I probably will be, until we start."

Following the Judge and Deputy into the office, Aaron sat down in the empty
chair around the small table and placed the P.A.D.D. on its surface. "Before
I let both of you watch these recordings, I need to give you some background
information." Looking up at the two faces across from him for a moment, as
he gathered his thoughts, "It actually starts in a town in Ohio, walking out
of a Chinese restaurant with take away, a young ten year old offered to give
me a blow job for ten dollars, shocking me, to say the least, well, after
finding out what was going on and why the boy in question was hustling on
the street, we found out that his older brother had been caught, by his
overly religious father, looking at porn on the internet, and in his anger,
beat him nearly to death. The young brother ran away, and after a few days,
found out through friends that his brother had been sent to a place to
'cure' his older brother of his 'sickness'. The only thing he did not find
out is that the place in question had a habit of killing their patients if
they did not convert quickly...no I'll take that back, after talking to the
people in charge, none of the patients had even been discharged; most were
tortured to death for the large sums of money they were paid to fix the
problem."

Holding up his hand to stop the demands for names and addresses, Aaron
continued, "the Captain of one of my ships demanded to come along when I
questioned the father, so we could rescue the boy's brother, unfortunately,
the father suffered a massive heart attack after giving up the location of
this place to us, too bad really, I would have so enjoyed sentencing him to
an early grave. We found Tommy and five others at that center, and rescued
all six teens and brought them to Altare to be healed; the most seriously
injured teen should be brought out of the artificial coma he has been in,
this morning."

Aaron then turned around the P.A.D.D. so the screen was pointed towards both
men and tapped the playback button, listening in on their surface thoughts
as they watched the rescue unfold before their eyes. Seeing the flash of
thankfulness his son never went through that from the judge's mind, as he
realized that the boys being rescued were gay, Aaron relaxed, knowing the
judge seemed to be a good accepting person. Shutting the replay off after it
finished up with the surgical intervention on the teens, "Of course the full
details are listed under each teen's number, and at the time we rescued
them, we only knew the name of the boy's brother who set the whole thing in
motion, it was not until each teen was released, that we found out his name,
age and the other data, which is not included in this device, if you need
the information, you will have to apply to our judicial system with a very
good reason for us to identify the teen, since protecting them is our first
priority."

Aaron watched as the judge looked very sick and he felt the anger radiating
off the deputy sitting across from him, "what happened to the scum that did
that to those boys?" the deputy asked, through gritted teeth.

"During the rescue, there was an explosion, of course we concentrated on
rescuing the teens so the scum never made it out; I assume they perished in
the fire," Aaron shrugged, looking calm and innocent as the deputy glared at
him.

"Reading between the lines, it sounds like they got what they deserved, and
even if we watched through the whole thing, I doubt we would find anything
that would prove otherwise," the deputy slowly let go of his anger "And
after all, even if we did, you have diplomatic immunity, which means we
couldn't touch you."

Grinning at the Deputy, Aaron neither confirmed or denied that statement,
and looked over to the judge after he finally spoke up, "Did Tommy tell you
why he ended up in that hell hole, was it because he is gay?"

"From what I gathered from Tommy, his mother's new boyfriend is some
religious nut who doesn't believe Tommy had the right to live, being gay and
all, but I think the real motive is the boyfriend started selling off all of
Tommy's belongings, even his horse that he bought with his own money. Most
likely, they wanted him out of the way so they could steal everything he was
entitled to; there are notes in the supporting documentation on the P.A.D.D.
that the only reason he survived in that hell hole so long is that the
people running that place knew he was needed for signatures, to sell off the
property, until that was done, they mainly kept him drugged and kept
themselves to non visible torture like electro aversion therapy."

"Electro what?" the deputy asked, but knowing he was not going to like the
answer as soon as he asked the question.

"Electro aversion therapy...they would wrap the victims testicals with copper
wire, and holding the other end of the electrical circuit above their
nipples they would show pictures of half naked boys or men, and then touch
the bare wires to the nipples closing the circuit, thus electrocuting the
teen. Years ago, in the old mental hospitals, before anyone knew better,
they used a voltage regulator...these people just plugged the wires directly
into a large amperage circuit breaker and threw the switch, half frying the
boys every time the wires touched them."

The deputy jumped up shouting, "Jumpin Jesus Son of a Bitch..." his body
feeling the sympathy pain from the description.

Sighing Judge Johnson looked at the door leading to his courtroom "and
Mark's Aunt and Uncle?"

Taking out a small isolinear chip inside a sealed case, Aaron slid it across
the table "pure greed, Mark was so far back in the closet there was no clue
he was anything but straight. This chip contains the exam and finding,
including a recorded interview along with a duplicate copy of his asylum
request and acceptance. It is keyed to be only opened by that particular
P.A.D.D. And, if you..." Aaron programmed the security features, "place your
thumb over the red scanner, it will be keyed to your living thumb print, and
living DNA, only you can open it, or the Kings Bench, on Altare."

Pressing his thumb to the scanner, Judge Johnson waited until he heard the
beep, "So what happens now?  I have a courtroom full of people out there
including irate child protection service case workers, and a state
department official...hell it's a zoo out there, and I am surprised the media
isn't camping outside the courthouse right now."

Aaron stood up and went over to the wall with the small one way window and
gazed out into the courtroom as he thought over the situation and how best
to respond, "Mark and Tommy are no longer on U.S. soil, so they are safe, so
I am unsure why CPS is here or even how they found out...hell, how did any of
these people find out?  I expected maybe a representative from the state
department; after all, I did get the lawyers involved and instead of quietly
rescuing Mark like the others, I answered his formal request of asylum just
as formally, so I figured a bureaucrat or two over that, not this mess out
there now," Aaron waved at the window.

"I see a lawyer from the firm that represents my interests here in the
States, and the Trust officer from yesterday. Over in the jury box, I see
two couples and one of each looks like either Tommy or Mark, so I am
assuming they are the parents or guardians, The others...so do you know who
and why they are here?" Aaron turned away from the window so he could see
the Judge when he answered, even though he had already picked up that he had
no clue.

Instead of answering, the judge picked up the phone and once answered asked
his clerk, "Charles, do you have a roster of who is in the courtroom and
what business they have before the bench this morning?"

Glancing out of the window once more, Aaron noticed how quiet and still the
courtroom had become, after the clerk picked up the phone and started
reading off a list on his clipboard. Hearing sighing from behind him from
the judge, he glanced over his shoulder to see the phone being put back into
the cradle.

"Besides the two cases that are sitting in the jury box, no one else has
made a notice of intent to speak before the court this morning." Fastening
his robes, the judge took a long chain from around his neck and placed the
key in a lock on his desk and turned it. The sounds of bolts being withdrawn
could be heard, "the button next to the window will let you listen in, it's
time to find out just who all these people are and what they want."

Nodding his head, Aaron, before returning to watching out of the one way
glass, pushed the button and listened in as the clerk stood up, "All rise;
court is now in session...the honorable Judge Baxter Johnson presiding."

Walking into his courtroom, Judge Johnson walked behind his tall desk and
stared over the packed courtroom for several moments before sitting down and
banging his gavel.

"I am more than a little surprised to see so many people in my courtroom
this morning, especially in light of the fact that this was supposed to be a
closed hearing, involving a minor. A hearing that would explain in detail,
why said minor felt it necessary to apply for asylum with a foreign
government...and that same foreign government, making a finding of a valid
reason for asylum to be granted, followed through and did so." Judge Johnson
reported as he gazed over his glasses at the silent courtroom.

"Before I make a ruling in that case, another disturbing case was brought to
light and after reviewing the pertinent information, I am honor bound to
make a ruling on that case, a case that I will recuse myself from
overseeing, as the evidence that was presented this morning sickened me to
the very core, and leaves me unable to make an impartial ruling." Judge
Johnson signed his name to several documents and handed them to his clerk,
"Patricia Ness and Devin Riley, stand."

Glaring at the two people who stood up in the jury box, with confused looks
on their faces with underlying fear, "Patricia Ness...Devin Riley, you stand
accused of Slavery involving a minor...Torture involving a minor...Pre-meditated
Murder of a minor...fraud involving a minor...attempted embezzlement of a
minor's estate." Glaring at them as they paled as each charge was read into
the record. "After reviewing the evidence...I find more than probable cause to
remand you over for trial in the superior court, and hereby order the
bailiff to take both of you into custody at this time, and declaring you
both a flight risk hereby deny bail until such time as an arraignment
hearing can revisit the issue...I also hereby order that the following option
come into play, that of the Kingdom of Altare, have the rights of
extradition, as they are now the legal custodian of the minor in question...as
such, I must inform you that the charge of pre-meditated murder or its
attempt, is a capital crime in that nation...bailiff remove those people from
my court." Judge Johnson banged his gavel down and watched with anger as the
two were led screaming from his courtroom.

Seeing the stunned prosecutor sitting at his table, Baxter ordered "Mr.
Prosecutor, I order you to my chambers at the close of this session to
review and take into custody the evidence that will be used in the trial of
those two defendants. I also herby order a complete blackout of the events
names and dates surrounding this case," He banged his gavel for a second
time.

Glaring at the couple left in the jury box for a moment, he picked up
another set of documents and signed them before passing them to the clerk to
process, "Now we come to the business that was originally planned for this
court to hear this morning. When the sacred trust is broken of a parent or
guardian to the child they are supposed to love and protect, it angers this
court and it has always been the policy that the court will impose the
maximum sentence allowed by law, minus one day. The reasoning being as it is
harder for another court to overturn the findings of this court on the
presumption of undue or harsh sentencing. In this situation, not only must I
recuse myself from the bench overseeing this case, due to witnessing the
evidence thus clouding my opinion, the secondary reason is that I know the
victim in this case, and was a close family friend."

Sighing, Baxter called out, "Ned and Daisy Casey, rise."

Waiting until the defiant couple stood, Baxter read off his findings, "Ned
and Daisy Casey, I herby remand you into the custody of the sheriff's
department until such time as you appear before an arraignment hearing, on
the charge of embezzlement and endangering a minor with extreme
circumstances...due to the very nature of extreme circumstances being invoked,
I herby order bail to be set at one million dollars each, until such time as
another court should chose to modify this order...on a personal note, it
saddens me that I cannot leave an opening to allow your extradition to a
country that has a harsher penalty for endangering its most precious
resource...our children." Banging of the gavel for the third time Baxter
ordered, "Bailiff, take those two into custody and remove them from my
court, I again order the prosecutor's office to my chambers after the close
of session, to receive the evidence to be used to try both defendants in
superior court."

Waiting until the two were removed by the sheriff's deputies, Judge Johnson
leveled his gaze onto the occupants of his court. "Before I open the floor
to new business...though it would be hard to determine if there is any new
business to be brought to the court's attention as no one has contacted my
clerk to state so, for the record. I notice that Mr. Clark is in the
courtroom, along with Miss Albright, both representing Children's
Services...approach the bench and state, for the record, your business."

Waiting for the two to stand up and make their way to the front of the
courtroom, Judge Johnson scanned the crowd, trying to determine how many
groups were represented, by how they clustered around each other.

"Your honor, as representatives of Children's Services, I am here in my
capacity to follow up on the rumor that reached us yesterday of the minor in
question requesting and being granted asylum, in my official capacity, all I
request is the opportunity to question the minor to ascertain two facts...one,
that they willfully asked for and received asylum...and two the names of the
new guardians so the files may be closed out. " Mr. Clark told the court.

"Noted, and the inclusion of Miss Albright this morning?" Baxter made a few
notes on his journal before looking up.

"Your honor, upon hearing from Mr. Clark this morning of you opening your
court in this manor, I have a new case that was brought to our attention;
one that I would ask you declare the minor in question in imminent danger
and remove him from the foster home environment he is now in." She handed
over a file folder to the clerk, who opened it up and paled at the pictures
inside before handing it to the judge.

Opening the file while giving Charles a speculative look, Baxter also paled
reading the damage done to the child in question, flipping through the file
and pictures reading the end report from the doctors, he wanted to cry.
Motioning a the bailiff over he leaned over whispering for the file to be
taken to the individual in his chambers, after seeing the recording of how
much damage he was able to heal on those he had rescued, he hoped he would
be  able to produce another miracle for this child. "So ordered...And the
foster parents who committed this atrocity?"

"An arrest warrant is being requested by our department, but has yet to be
issued through the local city police department...frankly your honor, the
local police are dragging their heels in an effort to ignore the problem,
citing the fact that the minor in question is assumed to be gay, to be a
valid reason for a self defense case, as such they have yet to decide if
they will hand it over to the city prosecutor's office for prosecution.'
Miss Albright finished indignantly.

"Charles..." Baxter questioned, and his long time clerk pulled the details up
in the computer, printed out the paperwork and handed it to his boss by the
time he called his name. Signing the documents, Judge Johnson looked up and
handed the paperwork back to his clerk, "An arrest warrant is hereby
granted, and the sheriff's department is hereby ordered to begin an
investigation of the city police department's handling of this case.

"Mr. Clark, I will try to arrange for a video conference with the minor in
question so you may ask your TWO questions, I will also make available the
visual recording of the actual asylum request of the one minor in question,
which should satisfy all your questions. I make no promises as both minors
in question are no longer on United States soil." Judge Johnson sighed in
relief, once his bailiff returned to his side and whispered in his ear.

"Let it be entered into the record, that the minor in question will be
transferred to the Altair Trauma Center, where the new procedures available
will likely increase the minor's chance of survival from less than ten
percent to ninety five percent, according to their medical director who has
been contacted." Baxter banged his gavel once more, tiredly, before making
shooing motions to the two standing before him, shooing them back to their
seats.

"Any other new business...?" Judge Johnson asked looking over the courtroom,
seeing no one move and not hearing anyone speak up, "I find it difficult to
believe my courtroom is packed to this capacity for a closed hearing
involving a minor...my court is not a media event where one can come to get
their daily dose of amusement...this is your last chance, after this, the
bailiff will be ordered to seal the courtroom and deputies will interview
each person present as to their intentions, at the end of that interview, if
there is no valid need for that individual to be present in the courtroom
this morning, I shall find them in contempt of court and fine them five
hundred dollars and a sentence of three days in jail shall be imposed."

"I shall ask one more time, all those with new business before this court
will stand and be recognized," Baxter glared at those seated and when two
individuals stood up, he pointed to the one who was closer, "You are?"

"Josh Lopez, your honor with the State Department." The man spoke as he
started walking to the front of the courtroom, stopping when he was in front
of the defense table he spoke again, "It was the intention of the State
department to request access to the recording of the asylum request for
investigation, but after your honor's black out order, I will need to
contact my superiors to get further instruction and or a federal warrant to
be able to view the recording...frankly, the whole episode is on very shaky
ground as relations between the Kingdom of Altare could best be described as
troubled, after an episode where one of their children was attacked during a
shopping incursion this past weekend, yet at the same time, it is in our
interests to find out everything we can about the situation that brought the
person requesting asylum to that desperate point," shrugging his shoulders
he added, "how can we fix a problem if we do not know what the problem is?"

Judge Johnson sat back in his chair and thought about what had been said,
very valid points had been brought up, "I can see the state's valid interest
in this matter, at this time, I deny a request for access to the recordings
and enter into the record that the evidence is DNA locked...but I also make
this stipulation, as the state does have valid concerns, I am ordering a
continuance on this matter to be heard in this courtroom on July 21st 2004
at nine am, by that time, a list of questions will be submitted from the
state to be gone over by this court and the minor in question will be
contacted, permission will be asked of said minor, to video conference where
the questions drawn up will be asked and answered, make no mistakes; there
shall be no deviation for the written questions..." he glared at the man from
the State Department, "if the minor in question denies the request, it is
this court's intention to pass along the questionnaire to the Altare king's
bench to have a certified copy of the answers returned to this court...it
should also be noted in the record that as the minor in question is no
longer on U.S. Soil, that the most that can be accomplished is the polite
request of co-operations from the minor and the King's Bench."

"Thank you, your honor that seems more than generous, I shall get that list
back to you as soon as possible."  Josh Lopez nodded his head in thanks
before walking towards the door and pointing to his partner to join him.

Having finished his note taking, Baxter looked up again, "And you are?" he
asked the man who had made his way to the defense table.

"Special Agent Carl Stokes, your honor," Carl introduced himself, "my detail
is twofold, to request an appointment with Aaron Stranton, who we were led
to believe would be here this morning, and to provide needed security."

"How utterly vague, Agent Stokes..." Judge Johnson told him, "Will every
member of the FBI please stand."

When half the audience stood up, Baxter became angry, "I will remind every
member of the FBI that you are bound by my blackout ruling earlier, I find
it very hard to believe that if your stated purpose was in fact security for
his majesty, that you would have packed my courtroom, I find it odd that
your agents are not out patrolling the building but instead packed into my
courtroom in such a way if his majesty was in attendance in this courtroom
as planned, he would, in fact, be trapped by the mass of your agents."

"May I ask who you are referring to when you talk of his majesty," Carl had
a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Smirking at the expression on the agent's face at being caught out, "Aaron
Stranton, King of Altare, of course."

Special agent in charge, Carl stokes paled and looked behind him, the way
his agents had arranged themselves could indeed lead one to believe he was
going to try to intimidate someone, the fact the person they were going to
do that to being royalty, and a head of state was not known, and troubling.
"I...I see...I was not aware of that fact, I shall make the proper requests
through the Altare embassy, then." Carl was sweating as he motioned for his
men to leave quickly, the shit was going to hit the fan on this one, and the
subject of their quest evidently was able to get past their net with ease
which was also troubling.

Glaring at the three men sitting in the back of the courtroom, and before he
could say anything to them, one of them stood up and made his way up front,
"May I approach your honor, Thomas Jones, British State Department," he
asked holding a sealed folder banded in red and white up, so it could be
seen. "I and my fellow diplomats were en-route to the San Francisco Alteran
Embassy, when word reached us that his majesty would be here this morning. I
assure you the only interest we have is for his majesty to get this
document, the lives of twenty seven children are at stake here."

Staring at the sealed envelope, Baxter made a decision as he turned his
chair sideways so he could glance at the one way glass, if children were in
danger, he could not deny the request "Bailiffs, seal the courtroom...wait
right there," Baxter ordered, standing up and moving towards his chambers
with the intentions of bringing Aaron back, only to be met at the door as
the person he was going to retrieve walked into the courtroom.

Nodding his head and whispering, "I need a car to take me to the hospital to
retrieve the young man in this file," as he passed the judge, handing the
file back to him.

Walking around the desk, Aaron stopped in front of the British diplomat
looking him over and scanning his surface thoughts, looking for deceit, not
finding any, he glanced over at the folder, "You needed to speak to me?"

Having never seen the monarch of the Kingdom of Altare before, Thomas was
not sure who this young man was until he noticed the signet ring on his
right hand, glimpsing the dragon wearing a crown, he dropped to one knee,
"You majesty, I come on behalf of our Queen, she begs of you for mercy for
twenty seven children injured in a terrible accident, including her
grandson." Thomas held out the sealed folder so it could be taken head
bowed, neck exposed.

Taking the offered folder, Aaron broke the seal and opened it as he leaned
against the high desk that the judge sat at, "Please get to your feet, your
following the wrong protocol kneeling is only required in front of the Kings
Bench before sentencing in Altare." Skimming the pages inside the folder,
Aaron counted a full twenty seven pages, one for each victim, they ranged in
age from twelve up to nineteen, well the queen's grandson was thirteen the
rest were all young. Closing the file, he slapped it against the palm of his
hand several times as he thought about what was inside, staring off into
space, "How soon until the car is ready to take me to the hospital to
collect the young man in that folder?"

"We have a car available and would be more than happy to drive you to the
hospital," Thomas offered quickly, the longer he was around, the more apt,
he was hoping, the answer would be yes.

No longer staring at the wall, Aaron returned to staring at the diplomat,
"Neither one of us knows the way to this hospital, I bet," then with a grin
he extended his mic from the communicator, all the while mentally having the
conversation just repeating the words out loud on his side, so no one knew
he was using another means of communication, "Chris, where are you?"

Getting the flash of surprise accompanied by the image of the Prince's
bridge, "On board the Prince, taking him out of hibernation so we're ready
to leave...why?"

"I need you to clear all moorings and take the Alteran Prince to his berth
and take the Asclepius out of dry dock and make way to San Francisco...how
long until you are back to Altair Trauma to take on Theo and John if you
left now?" Aaron asked, as Baxter came back telling him the deputies were
ready to drive him to the hospital. Covering the end of the mic, Aaron
nodded his head, "I left a contact number on your blotter or Steve from
Davies and Associates over there..." Aaron nodded towards the seated lawyer,
"Can give it to you, I need to get a move on or that kid's ten percent
chance is going to be awfully slim by the time I get there."

Glancing back to the deputy behind him that was related to the trust manager
from yesterday, that was coming out of the judge's chambers and nodding
towards him, Aaron turned back to the diplomat, "let's go, we'll talk in the
car, the rest can follow along and pick you up at the hospital," Aaron did
not wait for an answer before walking away dropping his hand from the mic.

"Do I dare ask why I am switching to the hospital ship, you've not gone out
and raided some pediatric hospital have you...clearing mooring now, John and
Theo are on standby and know to be at the dock in one hours time we are
t-minus nineteen hours to San Francisco harbor." Chris asked as he rapidly
contacted those still on shore and told them to pack and be ready at the
dock sin an hour.

"Something like that, we will have twenty seven incoming from England, I
will have Carl and Gordon meet you at the docks when you arrive to start
prepping the bio-tubes, I'll let you know when I have a firm estimate on
arrival time for the patients, Aaron out."

Exiting the private elevator, Aaron pointed to the open door to the police
cruiser, silently telling the diplomat to get in, as he took the passenger
front seat. Waiting until the police cruiser hit the open road a few minutes
later, Aaron held up the folder as Thomas leaned forward so conversation was
easier "The Asclepius is a destroyer class hospital ship, she can handle two
hundred trauma patients when she is fully staffed."

"I take it there is some significance to the comment about being fully
staffed?" Thomas questioned, wondering what they could do to help out since
it was their people in need in the first place.

"Altair Minor and the state of the art Trauma center and hospital you've
heard about is a month away from being unveiled officially...how the hell you
guys found out about it early is a mystery," turning in the seat so he could
see the diplomat in the backseat, "Don't get me wrong, the equipment and
infrastructure is in place and ready to go, but staff is another problem, in
fact this Friday was the day I would be doing the final interview and hiring
of the core staff and support people...hell, if I even had the pilots I have
one big assed jet fleet that could travel from the Island to England in a
short two hours, and could start treatment before they ever returned...but
without trained pilots to fly the  damn things, they're useless. Officially
we are not ready for another month for a good reason." Aaron locked eyes
with the diplomat as they sped up now that they reached the highway and the
siren was turned off, making it easier to hear each other. "Don't get me
wrong, we will help these twenty seven and the queen's grandson, but you
will have to bring them to the Asclepius, supplying your own medical
personal to monitor and treat them during the flight,"

"We can do that," Thomas smiled; it was the least they could do, "Once the
plane leaves it will be just over twelve hours flight time before we
touchdown and from there however long it will take to drive to the docks so
that gives us three hours to make preparations to get the lads into the air
and make arrangements to have the local ambulance service meet us at the
gate, so what time should I consider the ship docked and ready?"

"Four in the morning, San Francisco time," Aaron turned to face the front
seeing the hospital up ahead after the siren was turned back on.

Sliding to a stop a few minutes later outside the emergency room, Aaron
opened the door, stepped out, reached over and opened the back door so the
diplomat could get out, as there was no door handle on the inside in the
back.

"Aaron, are you almost done?  We just finished up our tutoring session and
are ready to start practice," Tim sent mentally, interrupting Aaron's train
of thoughts.

"I should be back in a half hour, why don't you guys eat an early lunch,
then when I get back, I'll link with each of you individually to monitor you
porting down from the house to the med bay, I'll be bringing back a badly
injured teen," Aaron sent back as he turned and handed a card with contact
information on it to the diplomat, "Here is the number to call, in San
Francisco, it's to the security firm that is watching the dock, they can put
you in touch with one of the private ambulance services, my suggestion is to
board your plane and fly to San Francisco now, and set up you HQ at our
docking facility, it's set up right now as a warehouse and shipping center,
not for patient transfer, so it is very primitive, and more than likely full
of cargo waiting shipment back to Altare...so you'll have t make do."

Laughing back down the mental pathway at the excitement and picture of three
teens dancing around in joy, Aaron walked into the hospital, only to hear
his name being paged. Walking to the desk in the emergency room, a nurse
confronted him, "go outside and in through the other door to triage, someone
will help you, this door is for ambulance patients only."

"I believe I was just paged...Aaron Stranton," he gazed around the mostly
empty emergency ward as the nurse informed him to go find the white phone on
the all in the waiting room before turning to an orderly by the door, "Can
you direct me to the pediatric ICU?"

Smiling, the young woman nodded her head, "Sure, follow me we'll take the
back elevators, we can go directly to the ICU with them."

"Dr. Stranton STAT...Dr. Stranton, contact the operator, STAT," sounded over
the hospital speakers.

Following the young orderly, Aaron smiled at her, "Thank you, I'll just
follow along then."

The rude emergency room nurse looked up as the page went off one more time,
this time asking staff to have Dr. Stranton call the hospital operator,
running from behind the desk she nearly knocked down the head nurse yelling
out "DR. STRANTON, WAIT UP...YOU NEED TO ANSWER THE PAGE."

Glancing back as he waited for the elevator doors to open, Aaron saw the
group of staff standing in the hall, "Since you can't be bothered to lift a
finger to help me, you can answer it and deal with the problem, as
evidently, you have all the time in the world to do everything but help the
people who need it," Aaron walked into the elevator as the doors opened
while the young orderly giggled and leaned in and pushed the fourth floor
button before stepping back out and waving. Aaron smiled as he heard the ass
chewing starting directed to the rude nurse.

Mumbling to himself when the doors of the elevator opened and he walked out,
"You know all I wanted to do today was ride my horse and spend time making
love, but NOOOOO, I have to deal with pushy bureaucrats and unexpected
emergencies...it's not fair," Aaron, seeing the look on the nurse's face as he
stopped at the counter sighed, "I said that out loud didn't I."

Shaking his head as the nurse laughed and nodded as she asked, "Bad day?"

Sighing, Aaron leaned on the counter, "it didn't start that way, but it is
rapidly going downhill...Aaron Stranton, can I see the duty nurse and the
chart for Jesse Blankenship."

Jumping up from her chair, the nurse grabbed a chart off the rack "Right
away, Dr. Stranton," just as the phone started to ring, and the speakers
blared to life once more.

"Dr. Stranton, CODE BLUE...Dr. Stranton, CODE BLUE!"

Glancing up at the ceiling and giving the speaker mounted there the evil
eye, Aaron sighed as the nurse handed him the phone "This is Aaron
Stranton..." listening to the conversation that was all one sided he scowled
at the chart he was skimming, before pulling the phone away from his ear and
setting it down on the desk, all the while a high pitched voice was loudly
talking almost not stopping long enough to take a breath. Glaring at the
receiver, he moved the chart a short distance away and asked the wide eyed
nurse, "Is this typical behavior for the staff of your hospital?  The person
on the other end of the phone is reading me the riot act, all because I did
not answer a page that the emergency room nurse refused to help me answer,
she just pointed to the doors to the lobby and told me to go out there and
look for the phone on the wall."

By now, he had drawn a small crowd of Dr's and nurses as he walked away from
the desk leaving the phone lying where he had set it down, glancing at the
end of the chart for the room number, Aaron started for 3E.

"Umm Dr., what about?" the nurse pointed down at the phone lying on the
counter where he left it.

"Leave it or hang it up, I don't care which, personally, I would let the
bitch scream her head off, whoever wanted her to contact me will eventually
get around to finding me, if they're quick enough," Aaron shrugged, as he
entered the teen's room.

Reading through the doctor's notes on the surgery, Aaron removed the sheet
covering the boy and as he read a particular section he glanced at the teen.
Setting the chart down, he pulled the scanner out of his pocket, entered in
some information and started a detailed scan, slowly moving the scanner from
head to toe with the scanner set in emergency mode.  Frowning at the
readings, Aaron was interrupted by a voice, and turning towards it saw two
people standing in the doorway.

"You are a hard man to get a hold of, Dr. Stranton," the one on the right
told him with a smile, "Sam Sykes, Pediatric Surgeon, and my colleague Sandy
Hester, Pediatric cardiologist."

Nodding his head, Aaron glanced around then, to see the phone still on the
counter "Yes well direct your frown at the nurse downstairs, I heard the
page and attempted to answer it, but was directed to a door and told to find
the phone on the wall, once I arrived up here, the nurse was very helpful
after she heard the page, but the person on the other end of it did nothing
but start bitching me out for not answering in the first place...so excuse me
for not really giving a damn until she ran down, to actually tell me what
the page was all about, after all, I'm here standing in front of the patient
I was coming to see."

Sandy glanced behind him and saw the phone still on the counter and really
frowned, "Who did they say they were?"

Shrugging, Aaron rescanned the abdomen watching carefully the results on the
screen, "Some bitch named Travers, don't really care, to tell you the
truth...were you the ones paging me?"

Curious about what Aaron was holding and waving about the patient, Sam moved
closer and looked over to see the device showing a detailed full color
picture of the teen's abdomen, and he paled at the thought of opening him up
again to correct the slow bleeding he saw on the screen, "Shit he's bleeding
out again, he won't survive another trip to the OR right now."

Sandy, hearing Sam's words and tone rushed over and looked at the screen and
blinked, seeing what looked like a real time video of inside the patient's
abdomen.

Motioning the nurse in the room, Aaron ordered, "Prep him for Med Evac, my
team is three minutes out," before turning to the two physicians, "you have
two minutes of my time so make it quick."

Sam, not about to lose the opportunity he was given, cut through the small
talk, "Long story short, we are both protégés of Theo's, he contacted us and
we have between us, eight patients that we need to refer to you, as they
don't have long without what you can offer them."

Moving out of the way for the gurney, Aaron blinked and simply told them,
"One of you bag, the other help steer, we're out of here."

Thinking about it, Aaron waited until they hit the elevator before asking,
"These eight can't wait until the hospital opens in a month's time?"

Riding the elevator up to the roof, Sam shook his head no, "Not really, two
weeks tops, before it's too late, except for keeping them comfortable as
nature takes them from us."

Creating an illusion with his mind, Aaron wove it around the two Surgeons
and prepared to port out, while they saw him load the patient into a Med
Evac chopper, the last thing he left them with was his parting words, as
they got lost in the illusion, "Get the kids to San Francisco tomorrow after
one p.m. the Asclepius will be docked at pier Altare one, call Theo, he will
give you directions." Aaron lifted the teen with his mind and ported them to
the trauma pod while the illusion showed them leaving by chopper.

Laying the teen in the bio-tube gently, Aaron hooked up the ventilator
connection and placed the sensors and IV cuff, before slapping the red
emergency cycle button, "guys, I'm back, do me a favor and one of you bring
down something to eat and drink with you, I'll be in the med bay for a
while. Just tell me who is going to port down first," Aaron sent with the
feeling of love, all the while setting up the surgical housing.

"I'm First, Pete and Kevin are grabbing your lunch and one of those red
bottled energy drinks, I'm going to help you run the console...okay, limiter
is off and focusing...focusing and I'm there," Tim ended the last verbally as
he ran over to the console and picked up the stylus "tell me what to do."

"I'm Ready and limiter is off," Kevin sent, as he closed his eyes and
focused visualizing the med bay and ported in, holding several sandwich's on
top of a red box, followed by Pete porting in also, after contacting Aaron.

"I'm proud of you guys, you've done real well so far, now it is more of
building your stamina, just give it a few more days before even thinking
about porting someone with you, "Aaron smiled as he flexed his fingers,
making sure the servos followed along.

Pete walked around and snapped the top off the energy drink and inserted a
straw in the top placing it where Aaron could move his head over a little
and sip, holding it there until he finished the whole thing "Thanks Pete,"
he smiled at the beaming teen, before glancing up at the monitor and
instructing Tim on the next set of commands.

Deciding that a sandwich might not be the best thing to eat while working,
Kevin opened up the red box, broke one of the donuts into small bite size
pieces and offered them to Aaron one at a time, while he laughed and told
them he was going to end up being spoiled like those pharaohs of old, all
the while concentrating on stopping the internal bleeding and removing the
wire around the broken ribs, so they could be fused rapidly. Sighing and
stretching his neck, Aaron told Tim to set the Autodoc while he closed the
incisions, "Pete, would you pull my scanner out of my pocket, take the chip
and insert it in the central desk, there should be a slot above the monitor
that is giving real time data on Jesse here, once it is seated home, it will
ask you if you wish to merge patient data; click yes and once it is
finished, you can remove the chip and place it back in the scanner, thanks."

Finished, Aaron removed the gloves and cycled the airlock before moving to
the other side of the bio-tube, hugging Tim and kissing him slowly as his
hands stayed above the waist line as he still had work to do, "Thank you,
you saved me hours of work by pitching in like that."

"What happened to Jesse?" Pete asked, as he came over for his hug and thank
you kiss.

"Foster parent, or parents, beat him for being perceived gay, and he is,
according to the scans, we'll have to wait till he wakes up to see what else
caused the person to go off on him, the judge issued an arrest order, so
maybe justice will get done," Aaron explained, as he moved over to greet
Kevin and give him his thank you kiss. "What are you staring at?" before
looking at the monitor and the numbers, "I see he is not healing as well as
I had hoped, there is no way he is going to be released today, maybe
tomorrow afternoon," he sighed.

Moving back to the central console to program in the treatment schedule,
Aaron looked up at the smiling faces, "Has anyone talked to Tommy or Mark
since I dropped them off topside this morning?"

"Chris took everyone else topside before he left to go get the Prince ready
to sail, they took a lunch and he said they were going to get the poultry
tractors set up while the others played, I guess." Tim volunteered, "I am
not sure about Fred and Damien they seem to be slacking and not wanting to
do anything but play, and not help out...they will if you ask them, but it's
not like they just up and see something needing to be done and do it without
being asked."

"Are they causing problems, or is it that they are not fitting in and don't
know what to do?" Aaron asked, as he locked the treatment schedule into the
system before pushing away from the central desk and standing up, "let's go
topside and help Tommy and Mark out, that way it won't take as long and
maybe we'll do a campfire supper or something on the beach," Aaron offered,
as he grabbed the food from the counter and walked out side by side with his
lovers.

Exiting the med bay and walking to the porting area, Kevin thought for a
moment and the more he went over it, the more it fit, "I think Damien and
Fred are the type that need more structure than they are getting, I think
they excelled in school because of the structure and they knew what to
expect, here, they are pretty much left to set the structure and it is too
fluid, no one has complained about them not pulling their share, I think
they would be happier if they had a structure, we agreed on one, if you
think about it, we study in the morning, we know that the one who cooks does
not do dishes, and the others wash their own dishes, with us taking turns
doing the pots and pans, we know that after eleven and until lunch, it is
time to practice mastering our talents, and we spend the time trying the new
stuff with you, then we each have our hobbies and interests in the
afternoon."

"I think I see where you are going with this, let me do some talking; maybe
all they really need is someone to take an interest in what they are doing,
like I do with all of you, let me see what I can do," Aaron told them before
smiling, "Who wants to try porting topside, I'll be with you every step of
the way and if I don't think you're ready, I'll tell you, whether one of the
others is, no favorites ,not when it comes to safety."

Kevin stepped forward and closed his eyes concentrating, and after feeling
Aaron's mind brush against his, felt he could do this, he gained confidence
by knowing Aaron was watching and would stop him before anything went wrong.
So picturing in his mind where he wanted to be, he was there opening his
eyes he sent a metal "Yippee" back to the group that he had ported topside.

Emboldened by Kevin's success, Pete stepped forward and grinned before
closing his eyes and concentrating he too ported to the surface without a
problem, and sent back the image of his own victory dance to their minds.

Tim closed his eyes for a moment before opening them he just realized he did
not have an image of where he was going, "I have no clue on where we're
going, I don't think I ever really paid much attention to my surroundings up
there."

"Well, you'll have to do something about that then, "Aaron smiled as he held
out his arms so Tim could step into his embrace and snuggle close. Once Tim
was close and had wrapped his arms around his waist, Aaron leaned over and
kissed him while porting, releasing him from the kiss reluctantly, Aaron
turned Tim around, "Take a good look, for future reference."

Looking around, Tim did not see anything that jumped out at him that he
could use, taking a couple of steps away from Aaron, he slowly started to
turn around looking everywhere for some landmark, besides the barn, he could
use, he was afraid that if he used just the barn, he could end up anywhere
instead of where he wanted to go, barns were all over the place after all.
Frowning, he started to turn around to face Aaron and tell him he had failed
when he glanced down and noticed the symbol painted on the ground near the
barn, running over to it, Tim looked at the painted barn with the front of a
cow wrapped in twin serpents standing in the doorway. Grinning, Tim looked
back at Aaron who was following him, "I found what I need...I wonder," Tim
trailed off as he imagined the fish farm he had visited a few days ago,
building it up in his mind and picturing the barn with a fish in it near the
building he ported.

Finding himself where he wanted to be, Tim whopped in glee before porting
back to his starting point and ran and jumped onto Aaron laughing, "I did
it..."

Grabbing the laughing teen in mid jump, Aaron whirled him around in a
circle, "Of course you did, I knew all you needed was to find that certain
thing to make it click in your mind." Setting Tim back down on the ground,
Aaron kissed him once more, "let's get in there and see what trouble the
others have gotten themselves into."

Walking into the barn, Aaron smiled; Mark was busy with his laptop over by
the terminal; he kept glancing between the two, over near the doors, Kevin
and Tommy stood talking and past them, he could see the rest of the guys out
talking to Pete as they watched the horses prance around the pasture.
Sensing Tim's thoughts and gaze, Aaron gently nudged him towards the doors,
"Go on, the two of you have time for a quickie if you start now."

Making his way over to Mark's side chuckling as he watched Tim run out the
door, cock flapping before it became too stiff to move much with his steps,
Aaron looked over Mark's shoulder to see what he was up to and seeing he was
comparing two records programs, he pulled over the extra chair and sat down,
"How are you doing, Mark, are you settling in alright?"

Mark looked up from comparing the programs in his laptop to those already in
use here on the Island in the terminal, and smiled, "Wilber is settling in
nicely, and the rest of the herd is also loving every minute of the new
pasture. Your herd is settling in nicely over on the opposite side of the
horse pastures and they all were scanned and seem to be as happy as mine
are. Broke Back is not very happy being separated from the other horses, but
until he and they get used to each other, there..."

Aaron placed his hand on Mark's bare leg, just under where his shorts ended,
stopping him from rambling, "Mark, that's great, your animals are settling
in...but how are you settling in," he gripped the bare leg slightly before
trying to remove his hand while Mark placed his hand there to keep it in
place.

"Your touch feels good...it has been a long time since anyone has touched me,"
Mark sighed as he drew Aaron's hand up higher in his crotch, letting his
hand go, once he placed it over his growing bulge so he could put his laptop
down under the chair out of the way. Thrusting his hips up into the hand
Mark slipped the back of his shorts down so after sitting back down, he
slipped them off the rest of the way, enjoying the touch of Aaron's fingers
on his hard cock. "Darren...I first met Darren two years ago, he is two years
younger than me, and had an uncut cock which fascinated me to no end." Eyes
closed as he felt the hand grip and gently squeeze his hard cock Mark
continued, "I had seen him standing at the fair trough style urinal and it
was the first time I had ever seen an uncut dick and instead of getting
angry when he caught me staring, he moved closer. That was the first time
someone other than myself had ever touched my cock and it did not take long
before I shot my load all over the trough, I almost thought it would not
wash away before it was found  as they don't have a strong trickle to the
water on those things. I opened my eyes after the orgasm hit me to see him
licking my cum off his hand as he beat himself off...God he was so hot, I
wanted him right then and only the fact of where we were, kept me from
taking him right there when he pushed back into me to stay upright when his
own orgasm hit him."

"We got together that week, every opportunity we could get away, but it
wasn't until near the end after the crowds had gone home that we found
enough time for him to suck me off for the first time, I think I nearly
drowned him when I shot my load in his mouth and he sucked harder," Mark,
lost in memory, tried to thrust in and out of Aaron's closed hand, much to
his frustration, he could not get enough friction to really get off.

Aaron seeing Fred not that far away, watching them while playing with
himself, motioned for him to come over, he had a plan. Fred, hurrying over,
stood with his butt against Aaron's knees the hand now slowly stroking
himself reaching over to capture the spot of fluid at the tip of Mark's hard
cock.

Mark, opening his eyes as he felt another smaller hand touch his cock,
looked on in lust filled awe at the hard almost five inches of hard cock
with the skin alternating covering and uncovering the exposed head of the
cock, catching the glimpse of the retreating finger carrying the drop of
precum he moaned as the finger disappeared into Fred's mouth.

Aaron, reading Fred's intention from his surface thoughts, ported the lube
to his hand and after applying a generous dollop to his fingers spread
Fred's cheeks as Fred bent over at the waist and wrapped his mouth around
Mark's very hard shaft, swirling his tongue around the head, tasting the
precursor of the possible sweet offering.

Mark in seventh heaven with a warm young mouth around his cock, started
moaning his pleasure before way too soon for his liking, he stiffened,
"I'm...I'm.." he got no further as when he started to try to warn Fred as the
teen increased the suction and tongue action around his head, causing him to
fire his load, filling Fred's mouth.

Fred liking the taste of Mark's cum, swirled it around in his mouth before
swallowing two times, and letting the last of it fill his mouth as Mark
arched back and he pushed down on Mark's legs to keep him from tipping the
chair over backward, all the while pushing back on the fingers working in
and out of his ass, loosening him for what he planned to do.

Aaron pushed his third finger into the loosened hole slowly, and not
noticing any resistance, brought the lube around with his free hand and
squirted some in the palm of his hand that was working Fred's hole and once
setting the lube out of the way, used the free hand to pull Fred upright off
of Mark's still hard cock and removing his fingers from Fred's hole before
lubing the hard cock up to Marks increased moans of delight, once slicked
sufficiently, Aaron turned Fred around and guided him so his ass lined up
with the hard cock he was holding, and giving Mark a pull, causing him to
stand up, slowly slid Mark inside Fred, all the while controlling how fast
Mark entered Fred.

Fred finally complete and feeling the cock sliding into him leaned over and
kissed Aaron deeply on the mouth sharing the last of Marks load from a
moment ago which Aaron took gratefully as he moved his hand out of the way
once Mark was fully inside and stopped. Fred's mouth now clean of the last
bit of sweet nectar Aaron stood up and captured Mark's mouth with his and
kissed him through his moans of pleasure "I've...I've never..." Mark tried to
say as Aaron caught his lips again silencing him as his hands moved to Marks
hips and slowly pushed back, causing Mark to start to slip out of Fred's
tight hole before stopping and pulling him back.

Smiling when Mark's body started moving on its, own Aaron picked up the lube
and adjusted his own confined erection and moved away giving the new couple
some privacy, or as much as one could, surrounded by everyone else. Coming
up behind Tommy and Kevin in the barn doorway, Kevin kneeling in front of
Tommy mouth moving over the stiff cock, pointing out from Tommy's body he
got there just As Tommy stiffened, eyes locked on Mark and Fred firing his
load into the very willing mouth belonging to Kevin.

Kevin holding the tip of Tommy's cock in his mouth felt the warm cum hitting
the roof of his mouth and instead of following instinct and swallowing it he
held it, tongue flicking across the tip of Tommy's penis until he felt
nothing more being offered and crawled his way up Tommy to find Aaron's
mouth above Tommy's head and pushed the teen's offering into Aaron's greedy
mouth, tongue searching out every last drop being shared, Aaron felt Tommy's
head as it moved down and the moans of pleasure in Kevin's kiss, as Tommy's
mouth engulfed the hard shaft between Kevin's legs. Stealing one last Kiss,
Aaron moved on outside where he heard David and Derrick whispering.

Moving closer and listening in, Aaron realized David did not truly
understand that Derrick was truly submissive, "Watch and learn David, then
later, after supper, meet me in the med bay," Aaron whispered in David's
ear, as he came close to the couple before capturing Derricks mouth with his
own.

Feeling David's hands on his back pulling his shorts off, Aaron stepped out
of them as David moved in close smashing his hardness against his leg as he
moved in to capture some of the kisses from Aaron. Releasing David's mouth,
Aaron looked at Derrick who was panting, "Lay down and don't come until
told."

Derrick, who practically threw himself to the ground in anticipation,
watched as Aaron drew David down with him mouths locked in passion, moving
to nibble on David's ear, "He is submissive, he will only enter you if you
control him, suck on him while I prepare you," Aaron whispered into David's
ear, before separating to capture Derricks mouth as David went to renew his
attempts to swallow the hard piece of flesh jutting out from between
Derricks legs.

Biting Derricks lower lip, not enough to draw blood, Aaron stared into the
lustful eyes, "Don't come without my permission," before his mouth worked
its way down Derricks arching body from the pleasure David was inflicting on
him. Moving from Derricks body to David's , tongue trailing down David's
back, Aaron flipped the cap open on the tube of lube still in his hand and
squirted some onto his fingers and started to rub it on the exposed hole
that David thrust closer to his fingers, when he felt the tentative touch.
Slipping the first finger inside David and searching for the prostate, found
the tight hole quickly loosen up enough to allow his second finger to slip
in, twisting and turning with every thrust from his fingers, Aaron finally
brushed against the prostate, causing David to arch and release Derricks
cock as the pleasure hit him. Fingers being jammed up David's ass as he
thrust back against Aaron's hand in the attempt to get more of his hand
inside him, Aaron leaned up and over David's back so his mouth was near his
ear "slowly work your way up Derricks body and when you reach his mouth,
capture it and hold his hands down while I position you."

Doing what he was told, David slowly started to work his way up Derrick's
body, pleasantly surprised when the thrusting fingers kept up with him.
Grabbing Derrick's hands as he climbed him, he held them down behind
Derricks head as he captured his lips and tried his best to suck his tongue
out of Derrick's head.

Derrick groaned in pleasure as he felt the slick hand find his cock, his
passion rose as his hands were captured and he was held down.

Aaron removed his fingers from David's hole now that Derrick was slick, he
picked up the slick cock and aimed the tip at the empty hole where his
fingers had been a moment before "Sit down slowly David," Aaron ordered as
he guided the very hard cock into the loosened hole. Once David had sat down
and Derrick was inside him Aaron moved so he was near Derricks ear and
ordered "Derrick, fuck David, fuck him hard until he tells you to cum deep
inside him."

Thrilled with finally losing his cherry, David held steady as Derrick thrust
in and out of him, his head twisting side to side in pleasure as he fought
for control, minutes later, sweat rolling down his face as Derrick was
losing what little control he had left, David moaned out loud with pleasure,
"Cum in me...fill me with your cum..."

Derrick, hearing an order to cum, gladly speed up and let lose, firing shot
after shot deep inside David, groaning out louder with each shot that his
body forced out of his hard cock. Finally spent, he laid his head back down
panting, red faced and trying to hold onto the high as long as possible.

Noticing David start to stroke himself Aaron moved behind him, captured his
hands and kept him from touching himself, lifting him gently off of the
spent cock, Aaron caught Derrick smiling at him, "Derrick, suck David off
and bring me his load," Aaron ordered, careful to move his very hard cock
away from the slick hole that David was instinctively trying to fill with
his hard cock as Derrick sat up pushing him back towards Aaron as he sat up
so he could capture David with his mouth.

It did not take long before David, tight against his body, started to
shiver, "Oh God...Oh God...I'm Cumming..." Aaron's arms tightly wrapped around his
body trapping his hands near his chest David started to have the best orgasm
ever, not to mention the first one from being sucked off.

Derrick mouth full of David's cum, waited until the cock in his mouth
started to wilt slightly before standing up and kissing Aaron, letting him
tongue out the offering he had been ordered to harvest for him.

Releasing the empty mouth, Aaron considered allowing his hard cock to slip
into the warm body in front of him, a warm body that was trying its hardest
to line up with his ever moving cock, but looking up, he spotted the
outlines of the two choppers approaching in the distance, groaning in
frustration, Aaron dropped his hold on David who turned around and was about
to drop to his knees to play capture Aaron's cock, "Hold that thought until
later; the delivery is on its way, and they can't wait until I have a chance
to blow as the clock is ticking before the defense system brings them down."
Grabbing his shorts, Aaron slipped them on while glaring at the timing of
the pilots before walking back towards the barn.