Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2003 19:46:38 +1200
From: arthur <rochopa@xtra.co.nz>
Subject: Tigerman Part8

					TIGERMAN

					Part Eight

					By Arthur


The lingering smell of expensive leather pervaded the interior of the
nearly new XJ6 Jaguar as Stewart sat in the back seat fidgeting as the
small tight knot in his stomach began to take over his senses. Quick
nervous movements of his eyes showed the driver his concerns as he watched
the boy in the rear view mirror.

Stewart noticed that Fore's apparent calmness was not as much as he tried
to show as evinced by the minute tick of his fingers on the center console
between him and the driver. The eyes in the mirror showed to Stewart that,
while the man showed an outwardly friendly and happy demeanor his eyes had
a hard and penetrating look in them.

Stewarts stomach knotted tighter as those eyes surveyed him as he tried to
settle down in the luxurious seat. The man looked deeply at him and his
lips, but not his eyes, smiled at him.

"Don't worry boy, we're going to take good care of you before we pop your
cherry."

Fore spoke up in what he hoped was a calm voice.

"Hey, he won't mind, as long as you get him good and ready first."

"Oh don't worry about that son, we'll get him good and ready before the
night's out."

Somehow that statement didn't make Stewart feel any better about their
present situation. Fore rested his head back against the leather seat and
glanced out of the corner of his eye at Stewart, offering a small half
concealed smile.

The Jaguar drove on through the darkened streets until they came to the
smart area of the Parnell Rise where it turned down a short side street and
into a drive way protected by large ornate cast iron gates. The gates
opened automatically as the driver pushed a button on the dash board. For
the first time Fore began to look nervous as he realised that their cavalry
was going to have trouble getting through to them if it came to that.

The house was a large rambling, turn of the century timber home. It was two
stories high and had a wide veranda running around the building. Wide
french windows overlooked the grounds and seemed to Stewart to be warning
them away. A number of cars were parked outside the front door and as Fore
spotted them he asked the driver what was going on.

"Hey, I thought you said there was just you and your friend here, we're not
going to be into a gang bang thing."

"Don't worry, those people will be leaving in a minute so there'll only be
the four of us."

"Uhm ok, but we're not going to do a party for that many people, if that's
what's on your mind you might as well turn the car around and take us back
now."

"No need to get snotty boy, I told you, they'll be leaving shortly, now
come on lets go inside."

The man led the two boys to the front door and pushed it open, it was
obvious that it hadn't been locked and from further inside they could just
make out the muttering of other voices. The door closed behind them with a
dull thud and Stewart felt another shudder pass down his spine at the
finality of the sound.

"Hang on a bit, I want to hang my coat up."

The boys stood there as the man removed his black overcoat and the took his
gloves off and laid them on a side table, as he turned toward the boys they
saw it, stark, bold and unforgetable, the tigers head tattoo stood out like
a fire brand on the back of the mans hand. Before either boy could move a
large hand grasped them by the shoulder and spun them around and with a
none to gentle push propelled them toward the other voices.

As they stumbled into the large lounge the hands grasped them again and
tightened their hold so the boys could not move away.

"Fucking sluts, think you could hide from us, we knew you'd have to come
back to the street to make some money, you little fuckers are so dumb. Did
you really think we'd forget you caused one of our number to be murdered."

The hands that held them continued to shake them back and forth as they
were shoved in front of a long wide glass coffee table in the center of the
room. Around three sides of the table were very expensive leather chairs
and couches on which sat six other men. All the eyes that looked them over
had the same sadistic hardness to them, it was the one other feature that
was the same for all the men as well as the distinctive tattoo on their
wrists.

The voice of the man that held them so tightly rang out in the silent room.

"Welcome to my home boys, and the official revenge meeting of our society
of the tiger. I hope you enjoy your stay for the next seven days, they're
the last seven days you're ever going to have."

The laughter sounded a little maniacal to Stewarts ears as the six other
men joined in. The first man continued.

"As neither of you will be leaving here, well not in one piece anyway, let
me introduce you to the other memebers of your fan club. I'm sure you
recognise some of them from the newspapers and TV. Starting from the right,
the large guy there is Doctor Simon Leishman, city Coroner. Show the boys
what you have in store for them Simon."

The doctor got to his feet and went to a side board, lifting a small brown
case he laid in on top of the coffee table. With a sinister smile he
flicked open the catches to reveal its contents. Lying in a bed of blue
velvet was a huge stainless steel dildo, it was about 18" long and 6" in
diameter, two thin wires ran from the butt end and connected to a two pin
plug.

The men roared with laughter at the fear in the boys eyes as the saw the
huge implement.

"Quite a little shocker isn't it boys."

Again laughter rang out through the room. The doctor was a big man,
standing well over 6 feet and weighed over 300 pounds.  The large rolls of
fat around his middle told of many excesses in his life, beads of sweat
were running down his face as he eyed the boys up and down.

"Now the next gentle man is Paul Barret, he's a lawyer, well he's really a
Queens Council, or QC if you prefer, handled a lot of cases well, haven't
you Paul. Show the boys your specialty Paul, I'm sure they will find it
quite cutting edge."

The grip on their shoulders never eased, if anything it got tighter as Paul
retrieved a narrow leather case and as the doctor had done, laid it on the
table. Opening one end he slid out the tool inside and flicked it open onto
the table. The boys looked in horror at the cat-o-nine-tails, the tips had
steel spikes worked into them and it was obvious they would cut anything to
ribbons in no time.

Paul was about 6 feet tall and slim with an elegance that would have stood
him in good stead in the court room, especially if the jury was made up
mainly of women.

"Now boys next to Paul we have Saul Ferrier, he's an accountant but I'm
sure you know that if you read the newspapers, he is after all the top man
in the National Reserve Bank, let the boys see what they're in for Saul, we
don't want them to hang around to long to find out."

More laughter rang around the room as the gathered men continued to enjoy
the fear that the boys must have been going through.  Saul got his case and
opened it, inside were to sets of ankle and wrist shackles with a small
chain attached to each pair.  What drew the boys attention was the inner
rows of short vicious spikes that ran around the inside the the cuffs.

Saul was a tall thin man with a harrowed look about him but his eyes were
just as bright and wanting as the others.

"Next is Joshua Banks, now I know you know him, after all he is the Deputy
Minister of the Department of Justice, how apt that he could join us to
give you two sluts the justice you deserve. Let the boys see your toys
Josh, I'm sure they are going to love a new slice of life."

Joshua Banks reached into an inside pocket of his coat and removed a slim
steel case, on opening it the boys saw four shining scalples laying in
their bed of velvet. Joshua had the typical appearance of any other
polotician, over fed, confident in his position and with a total disreguard
for others. He was only about 5'8" tall but his build told you had had
eaten well at the public trough, his sweaty face and puffing breath
intimated of a lot of nastiness to come and his small piggy eyes never
wavered from the boys groins.

"Don't look scared boys, Josh has done a lot of castrations, he knows what
he's doing. Ah now, the next gentleman should also be familiar to you both,
take a bow George, let the boys see what our City Councillors look like."

George Grimm stood up with a smile that would have killed the cat before it
got to the cream in the bowl. He stood a little over 6 feet and was very
broad across the shoulders. A mass of dark hair showed through the front of
his open necked shirt and his arms flexed as he scratched his chest in
contemplation of the boys.

"No need to worry boys, George doesn't use any tools like the rest of us,
he just enjoys fisting his little boy friends, you're going to enjoy the
hours you spend with him, I'm sure."

The boys were now in a state of utter fear as the men leered hungerily at
them both.

"And last but not least boys, this gentleman is Stanley Roberts, Owner and
CEO of Comlink Communications, listed in the top one hundred now aren't you
Stan? let the boys see how you like to play Stan, they might feel like a
lick later."

Stanley Roberts was a bluff man with a sense of his own importance and
power, he was again over 6 feet and solidly built although with a definite
bulge around the waist line. He opened his coat and unwrapped from his
waist a long black plaited whip with two tabs of steel at the end. With a
flick of his wrist he sent the whip singing out and back, letting it crack
like a gun shot in the room.

"That's nice Stan, I just know they can't wait to feel that tickle them a
bit. Ok that's the lot of our little society, oh wait a minute I forgot
myself, but then again you know who I am, don't you Fore. Yes boy I know
who you are and your little friend here. Why don't you introduce me to
Stewart, Fore?"

Fore mumbled out a name but Stewart didn't hear it, the fear in both boys
was to much for them to be able to have any coherent speach.

"Speak up slut boy, he didn't hear you."

"This is Supreme Court Judge Brian Abbot, Stewart and A RIGHT ASS HOLE AS
WELL."

Stewart didn't know where Fore found the courage to yell out the last bit
but he felt for just a fraction of a second the hand loosen on his shoulder
and as he tried to spin out of the grasp although his kness were now like
jello, he caught a flashing movement from the corner of his eye. The sudden
thundering crash against the side of his face sent him stunned to the
floor, his head ringing with the force of it.

"Not so fast boy, we've got a long way to go over the next seven days."

As the judge finished speaking Fore let out a loud yell and lashed out with
his booted foot, catching the judge across the shin as he delved his hand
behind his back. Stewart saw through his dazed eyes the small black gun
appear in Fore's hand as one of the men shouted to the others.

"Lookout, the fuckers got a gu......"

Three loud cracks rang out as Fore fired at the nearest man to him and as
Stewart looked on everything was in ultra slow motion as George Grimm threw
his hands up to his chest where three red holes had appeared and then
collasped into a heap on the floor.

Another louder crack was heard by Stewart and a shock went through him as
he heard a scream from Fore and watched when the little gun dropped to the
floor as Fore grasped his stomach with both hands and fell writhing on the
floor in a fetal position.

The sight of red blood seeping between Fore's fingers brought Stewart back
to the here and now as he saw from the side of his eye a movement. Turning
his head Stewart saw Paul with his hand raised holding the cat high coming
toward him.  The steel spikes in the cat seemed to change into the claws of
a tiger before his eyes and the face with a snarl on its lips were changing
into the fangs of a great cat.

>From some far away place Stewart felt the cold hardness of his little
Barretta in his hand and without conscious thought felt the seven kicks
against his hand as almost simultainiously seven small red holes popped up
on the front of Sauls immaculate white shirt as the claws wrapped
themselves around Stewarts upraised hand, tearing the flesh on his arm.

Saul stood above him in total shock and then his knees began to fold and he
stumbled toward Stewart seemingly teetering above him. Stewart rolled away
and felt his hand hit Fore's side just as an unknown large hair covered
hand grasped his throat and started to tighten, choking him slowly as the
pressure increased.

Desperately Stewart grappled around the floor trying to free himself as the
hands got tighter and tighter. Something slim and cold touched his grasping
fingers and with the last of his vision he saw the razor from Fore's pocket
in his hand.

With the last of his strength he flicked it open as he had seen Fore do it
and slashed wildly around him, hearing a high pitched scream as the
blackness overcame him amid the crashing of timber and shouting of loud
voices.

Somewhere off in the dark he heard some loud bangs and then he was no
longer aware of anything.


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Nate was starting to worry about the boys as it had taken Milly quite a
while to wrench off one of the gates to gain entry to the house of Judge
Abbot. The boys had been inside for nearly half an hour and they weren't
sure if they were still ok.

The locators were still sending out their signal but they gave no
indication to the condition of the boys. Brian was close on Nates shoulder
as they neared the front door and then they heard three sharp cracks
followed quickly by a fourth.

When they rushed the door it refused to budge to their shoulders and it was
only Milly's strident voice that got them out of the way as she drove the
car into the wooden barrier. The doors crashed to the floor as Milly backed
up to let the two men inside.

The scene was like a battle field. Two men lay obviously dead from
gunshots, another was holding his groin as blood spurterd from a vicious
slash on the inside of his thigh. Fore was wrapped up in a ball on the
floor with blood seeping from a wound in his stomach and Stewart was
unconscious beside him.

Brian and Nate went in with guns drawn looking for any oposition. Stanley
Roberts lashed at Nate with his whip causing Brian to fire, hitting him in
the shoulder and throwing him backwards on his heels just as Milly came
through the door like a sherman tank and bodily lifted Brian Abbot off his
feet and slammed him down with a hip throw that would have killed an
elephant.

Suddenly there was no movement from the other men present as they looked at
the chaos around them and the three officers standing with drawn guns aimed
at them. Nate called Milly.

"Milly,Fore, Hospital,now."

For such a large woman Milly moved with the grace of a ballet dancer as she
scooped Fores limp body up in her huge arms and ran outside. Brian and Nate
heard the scream of spinning tyres and the high pitched whine of the siren
as Milly floored the car out of the driveway. The whole effort had taken
less than thirty seconds for Milly to complete.

Brian knelt beside Stewart to look for injuries as Nate called in the
medics.

"He's out cold Nate and he's got a nasty gash on his forearm but apart from
that he'll be ok after a bit of rest."

"Thanks Brian. Peter, Ivan, stop gawking and get over here and cuff these
fuckers."

The two cadets had come in with Nate and Brian but the scene of carnage had
stopped them in their tracks as the three more experienced officers got
control of the place. Peter took the lead and along with Ivan soon had the
others cuffed and sitting on the floor to wait until Nate got to them.

"Ok thanks guys, go and grab the surveilance van and get Stewart to the
hospital, we can look after this now, the rest of the patrol should be here
any time."

Peter lifted the light weight boy into his arms as Ivan lead the way
outside after wrapping his tee-shirt around the boys bleeding arm.

Nate turned back to the men in the room.

"Well Abbot."

"That's Judge Abbot to you."

"well Abbot, undone by a couple of street boys eh. Don't make plans for a
vacation Abbot, we're going to give you one for life along with your
gutless friends here."

"We're not in court yet cop."

"Push your luck Abbot and you mightn't make it to court, lot of boys in
jail might like to meet you."

The sudden realisation of his situation quickly deflated Abbots arrogance
as more officers entered the house and began to take everything as
evidence.

Nate looked around in the hope of finding the boys guns so he could make
them disappear before they were found. He could see no sign of them and as
he looked over at Brian he caught a wink and a smile as Brian adjusted his
crotch with his right hand. The bulge showing there was not all Brian.

Nate gave him a nod and set about getting their prisoners out of the house
and into a van for transport to a cell.



***************************************************************



Stark whiteness and glaring light greeted Stewart as he tried to force his
eyes open. The heady pervasive smell of disinfectant made him wrinkle his
nose in distaste as a large figure beside him rested a hand on his shoulder
to stop him from getting up. Milly's motherly voice came to him as the
final shreds of sanity returned to him.

Two slim shapes stood behind the huge woman as he continued to struggle
agaisnt the hand holding him down.

"Fore....where's Fore.....get your fucking hands off me.....FOOORREE."

"Shhhh...sweety, he's just down the corridor, he's out of surgery and being
well looked after, now settle down, you can't do anything for him at the
moment."

"Take me to him...I have to see him....he needs me......FUCKING LET ME
GO......FOOORRE."

Stewart wrenched himself away from the clinging hand and with a sudden
twist was out of the bed and running. As he came into the corridor he saw
an officer standing in front of a door further down the hall so headed for
it in a rush. The officer stepped in front of the door, effectively barring
Stewarts way into the room as grabbed Stewart by his free arm.

A voice like thunder echoed down the corridor.

"Get your hands off my boy. let him in NOW."

Terry's strident voice rang out clear and with authority as he strode
purposfully toward the two outside Fore's door. The officer released
Stewart and with a speed forced by need he spun around and rushed inside.

The view that met him pulled him up short as he looked at the frail pallid
figure laying under the covers of the bed.  All manner of wires and tubes
ran from the small body as it lay on the bed, a strange frame curved over
his midsection to keep the covers from lying on his stomach. The hiss and
click of all the machinery surrounding the limp figure brought instant
wetness to Stewarts eyes as he knelt beside the bed and cried a river of
tears for his Goldy.

Holding the semi cold hand in his he brought it up to his cheek and
continued to cry as his lovers body fought its second and hardest fight of
the day. Terry stood at the door looking at 'His Boys' as they stayed side
by side, one alert the other in a far off place that they hoped he could
return from. The Doctors had said that Fore had lost four pints of blood
from the wound and it was still touch and go as to whether he would be
strong enough to pull through it.

Terry sent the officer away and took the door duty himself, no one was
getting to 'His Boys' until he was good and ready to let them. Stewart
didn't know how long he knelt there with Fore's hand against his cheek but
it had become dark when he felt a soft stirring on his cheek.

Opening his eyes he looked at his lover to see two thin slits peering back
at him, the finger tips continued their soft caress as a smile tried to
break past the tube in Fore's mouth.

"Goldy...Goldy.....please get better....I can't go on without
you......please Goldy, I love you."

An imperceptable nod of the head gave Stewart more confidence as Fore tried
again to smile at him.

"Shhh, Goldy, I'm here and I'm not going to ever leave you alone until
we're together for good."

Again the small nod then Fore closed his eyes and drifted into his own
world again. Stewart stayed with him still holding the golden hand on his
cheek. For the next two days Stewart point blank refused to leave Fore's
side and after a yelling match with the nurses and Doctors Terry convinced
them to stay away unless it was an emergency.

Terry also refused to leave his post at the door, allowing no one to enter
the room unless they had good reason to do so, and even then he would watch
them like a hawk the whole time.

Late in the evening of the third day, Stewart felt Fore once again stir in
the bed, at the first movement he looked at his lovers face. The eyes were
wide open and trying to indicate something to Stewart.

At last he got the idea that Fore wanted the tube removed from his throat
but Stewart was unsure if he should do it.  Fore insisted and at last
Stewart reached over and began to withdraw the long tube. Fore hacked and
gave a light cough as it came clear of his throat and with a nod of his
head tried to indicate the glass of water beside the bed.

Stewart put his arm under Fore's head and lifted him slightly as he
dribbled a little water into his mouth. He had heard somewhere that to much
fluid for a stomach wound was not good so he kept it down to a small
trickle.

At last Fore nodded his head and Stewart laid his head back onto the
pillow. Fore's dry rasping whisper came from his lips.

"Hello.......Babes........I love........you too."

"You heard me....Goldy....you heard me talking to you?"

Fore closed his eyes as he seemed to gather his strength and then opened
them again to look at his love with a smile. The rasping whisper started
again.

"Babes......if I......had to......come back..........from the grave.......I
would do........it just to hear.......your voice."

Stewarts dam burst as the tears flowed freely down his cheeks as he gripped
tightly to Fore's soft hand. The whisper came again.

"Babes.......kiss.......me."

Without think any further Stewart lowered his lips to the beautiful face
below him.

"AHEM!  this the sort of thing goes on when my backs turned."

Startled, Stewart jumped back before his lips could find those of his
lover.

"T,T,T,Terry."

"Who'd you think it was, the bloody tooth fairy. Well look what we got
here, finally decided to stop having a holliday and join the rest of the
world did you Fore?"

Fore smiled at the crusty old ex cop.

"Jeez, there goes the last of my reputation, what's people going to say
now, Bloody Terry Madigan has lost his marbles, fancy adopting two street
hookers, shit boys I can hear the old girls pecking at me now."

The stunned looks on both boys faces made Terry smile as Stewart tried to
speak for both of them.

"A,a,a,adopted......us?"

"Well why not, you think I want a pair of strangers wiping my ass when I'm
old and doddery, the only ones gets to see my naked ass is my sons so it
looks like Ive got to make it legal. Now you young Fore start to get
yourself better and stop laying around waiting for others to look after
you, and you young Stew, for fuck sake kiss your boyfriend before he
faints.  One last thing you two, I want you to have these and wear them all
the time, they can be your wedding gift."

Terry opened his hand to show the boys two identical gold chain necklaces,
each had a highly polished bullet case attached to it. For Stewart it was a
.32 calibre and Fore was a .38. Around the surface of the shell casings
were tiny engraved letters. Both were the same words or in this case
names. Near the top of the casing it started with, Terry, followed by the
others, Nate,Brian,Peter,Ivan, Milly.

"Those are to remind you of what you did for everyone, officially because
of your age and the position of the people involved they can't do much
publically but I thought this might let you know that the ones in the know
would never forget what you did.

With that said Terry turned around and went back to his post outside the
door as Stewart and Fore mouthed his words to each other.

"Adopted??????"

"Love.......you.......Babes."

"Love you Goldy."

Stewart tenderly placed the gold chain around Fores neck before putting his
own on and leant down for the interupted kiss.


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