Plastered

Anxious…..the car is coming round the drive, arrive, the door is opened, he steps out..I cannot wait, go down, great him. We hug.

“My dear, dear friend….you’re here...”

“Well unless you’ve changed the Porte Cochere, I am indeed here.”

“Inside, the wind is sharp today, come along, up the steps...into the house...”

Only a pause while I take his coat...into the sitting room.

“I hope you won’t mind, it is a bit early….” I look at him and smile. “Do you remember?”

He smiles. “Warmed Brandy…?”

Each balloon is filled...perhaps a bit more than would be the usual….we each have one, look at each other, salute with the crystal…

What is there to say for a moment? All we can do is look at one another, see if age has been at least generous if not forgetful.

“Come along, by me, sit….so much….”

“This wonderful, quiet place….too few recognize the virtue of silence.”

I smile, it is, well, it is quiet...now. My beloved friend is too polite to remember when the rattle of another was incessantly about. He recalls my strained face as I seemingly portrayed the lie that I am not disturbed for he know I am. It’s that noise that, in the end, drove him...well, perhaps that’s too strong a word, caused his visits to diminish to the point there were none. At least until today…

“If I didn’t know….same bottle?”

“It waited for you...not much left….nothing to do but finish it.”

“As with so many things, finished.”

I smile over the lip. “Yes, finished.”

We can do little more than enjoy being beside one another for now...conversation, the eternal “catching up” that all do after a long absence but for now, our presence in this home, in this room is….sufficient to the day.

It has to start somewhere, he wants to know, I want to tell him. How to get to that point in the conversation…?

“Phil….so difficult but...”

“Yes, I’ve if not dreaded then hesitated, the explanation….Sean his...not jumping in, annoying us.”

“Yes, him.”

I’ll tell him all of it as he deserves to know, wants to know….really was part of the reason things are now….how they are.

Maybe to go back a bit further….

“That God Awful nephew…..”

“Yeah, him.”

“You knew that….at some point in the far distant future he would be Sean’s heir...get this house, everything….”

“Except you.”

“Yes, except me….probably thought of me as chattel but….at least I couldn’t be conveyed as property.”

I stood, paced, thought, said it.

“Brad, I own this house now, all of it, everything that’s in it, free and clear, it’s mine to leave.. to leave….you...if you’ll have me back.”

“I’d have you back if you lived in a tree but how….?”

“The best offense is a good defense….at the loss of every stitch of dignity I made friends, close friends, fucking friends with the kid…..hardest thing I ever did but to have any success...had to do it.”

“And?”

“Remember the line, ‘Greed, for lack of a better word, is good.’”?

“Who doesn’t? Can see Michael Douglas’ greased back hair as he says it….not altogether wrong either...”

“Chase, that’s the nephew, was the epitome of greed….always needed money...he and Sean, almost weekly went round and round when he came by to touch him for yet another loan….Jesus….I didn’t think you could spend money that fast...”

“Just because you’re….frugal doesn’t mean others are. Just saying….”

“Brad, old friend, you are exactly right….that frugality got me what I wanted...”

“Being cheap got rid of Sean and this kid?”

“Sort of….One day, Sean was out getting his mind waxed or whatever, Jesus he was vain, my sort of buddy Chase showed up needing….want to say it with me?”

“A loan.”

“Bright lad, you’ve been listening. Yes indeed, he did need a loan but this time he was going to get more than he expected…..not a loan, but an offer he’d never have to pay back….”

“Yeah...but if all he wanted was a C note…. Or whatever?”

“Think…..when you want to touch someone for whatever, that seems like a lot but….when you don’t need it, chicken feed.”

I could see the mask of realization come over Brad.

“So…..you offered him….I’m guessing here, a lot...”

“With a promise of more in the future if….”

“If I’d give him fifty grand in exchange for something I wanted.”

“What did you want?”

“Lets put it this way, what he thought I wanted and what I really wanted weren’t the same but that didn’t need to bother him, cuz I was working on the never, never plan meaning he’d never, never know the back side. And….made it simple, all he had to do was sign some papers that couldn’t go into effect for...who knew how long?”

“You’ve lost me.”
“I wanted this house. Simple.”

“But….Sean owns it unless you’ve got a way to change his will which I doubt.”

“So do I but….what the little shit signed over to me was a quit claim deed for any inheritance he might receive after his death….”

“He’s, what? 38?”

“And not dead.”

“You’ve lost me….”

“The one thing Chase knows is that this house is permanently in Sean’s name-his Dad was a wise old man, knew that his son might get bored, move on so….when he inherited it, one of the stipulations was that it could never be sold. He could rent it, lease it, do whatever he liked, didn’t have to live here for years on end but he had to stay the legal owner.” 

“Okay but he does live here, didn’t see any luggage as we came in, you live here with him...he’s not going anywhere.”

“True….but….I’ve now got access to it….eventually and that can be as far away or as soon as….well…. ‘eventually’ happens.”

“Get it from the nephew…..sort of clever assuming you’re not 75….”

I finish pouring the last of the Brandy into our glasses. “Do I look 75? Heard a sound from Sean? Any nephew hanging around?”

Brad seems on the edge of recoiling from what he’s started to think. “But...they’d have to all be dead for you…..”

“If things went a certain way, yep, they’d have to be dead but if you wander into another arm of the maze, one or more of them could still be very much living.”

He looked at me. An old friend I might be but now I might be an old friend who might have committed murder. “I don’t want to think what I’m thinking...”.

“Good, cuz you’d be wrong, Sean is still hanging around his home, to which I have a deed should he die as to the nephew…..”

“Yeah, him.”

“I tried to save him…..off the Southern end of Barbados, we were deep sea fishing, as you round that point, suddenly you’re not in the smooth Caribbean but broad sided by the stiff chop of the Atlantic.” I paused, remembering the scene. “ Chase was not, as is said, ‘a good sailor’.”

“Don’t tell me you pushed….”

“Nope, people always make the mistake of thinking the best place to throw up is over the side….but….they’re already off kilter, gravity and his own sickness tossed him overboard…..I went in right after him….caught his arm but….the suction of the engine…..I had to scramble back on board as what he’d done was just chum the water for anything that liked to eat meat….”

I let Brad put the scene in his mind then added something.

“Sean was stuck on the flying bridge, saw the whole thing. Thanked me for trying to save the dumb shit…...He hated him as much as I did.” I looked into his face.

“ I told you ‘eventually’ comes when you expect it….”

“So...where’s Sean?”

“Oh, around here, somewhere….want to go look for him? Only polite since in theory you’re his guest.”

Brad was an old friend, no reason he should see how I’d solved my housing problem...and added to what I liked.

There was a room in the basement converted to my purposes which was where Sean now lived. Or, to be more specific, he was part of the room. While it had been unfortunate when I’d been tossed out of Med School, and so close to finishing, it had left me with a great many useful skills: Brad was seeing the product of my learning.

Those who are of a sadistic turn of mine will always find others who are likewise twisted. In this case, I’d found a contractor who, when he quit laughing, agreed that what I had in mind not only could be done, but should be done. It had taken a while, almost eight months, but finally there it was, Sean’s wall. He was part of it. What you couldn’t see was that behind him there was another room that effectively kept him as you saw him from the front, one naked man, alive, occasionally doing actions, fully able to see what went on just...not able to interact.

Essentially Sean was part of a functioning machine that controlled all of his body. My surgery skills had transformed him, internally; externally he looked just like Sean, into something that could only move when the machine behind him caused him to.Or I pushed the buttons on the remote control. Mounting him in the surface had been relatively simple; By then all the work, both construction and medically had been done.

Surgically, over time, various procedures had been performed, some major, some very simple, almost day surgery. Early on, just to prevent any ability to summon aid, his tongue and larynges had been removed. And here was where the other room was a necessity. What you couldn’t see was a feeding tube that came in to his throat from the other side providing nutrition as well as the absolutely important, hydration. But, from the front, other than if he opened his mouth, no way of seeing any alterations had been made. He could see what was going on around him and, often enough, what was going to be done to him. Why, after all, have something like this as simple decoration?

Knowing what pleasure he’d taken in fucking me, his cock and balls had undergone some procedures that, one might say, improved not only their appearance but their function. It’s natural for all men to become aroused, particularly when shown really vulgar gay porn on a screen just in front of them. I had done some work on his erectile tissue so that...as much as he wanted an erection, that wouldn’t happen unless the hydraulic line that ran down the dorsal side of his cock was activated at which point he got as hard as was possible-convenient for getting a good fuck when I wanted it. There was another ‘pleasure’ for him, amusing to watch. Those same hydraulic lines could perform a sort of masturbation that, aroused or not, would force an ejaculation; In fact, unless stopped would continue jacking him off, a mechanical form of ‘edging’. I had done nothing to his balls or prostate to render him sterile so….when forced, he ejaculated until he passed out or the mechanism was switched off; There was a timer on it for those instances when I grew weary of watching him not be able to scream so would just leave it set for some period then go play golf or whatever crossed my mind to do.

I was surprised to begin hearing, for no reason, that Sean was also a drowning victim when Chase deep sixed. Didn’t start it, no reason to start it….that he hadn’t been seen for quite some time, the accident on the boat was well known, guess that’s how that got going. Of course I could not agree but….I didn’t deny it either. What I did say, carefully, was that those who knew him, also knew he was likely to just...take off. Sometimes I went with him, but just as often not. Not one person could deny that.

As Mario, my sneaky contractor, was getting him set into the frame that would go into the wall..I began to wonder if….perhaps it might be a good idea to just suggest to the authorities that I was seriously, really seriously concerned about my buddy, Sean. Also, in going through his papers, I found an insurance policy, I wasn’t the beneficiary but...in some years when he was clearly gone, the company that wrote the policy should have some interest in dispersing the funds. As his nephew, the putative heir, was also the beneficiary but had sold pretty much those rights to me….

Back in the basement Brad, wouldn’t you?, was looking, touching, pulling on Sean. I’d left the room for a moment but was glad to find he was taking an interest. Quietly coming up behind him, I put one arm around his chest, my head on his shoulder while the other hand gently made a hammock which caressed his bulge.

“I’ve missed you...”

He was thinking…

“You always said you….you loved me….”

“...and that I’d have you come back to me.”

He turned, looked in my eyes.

“What about him?”

“Plaster tells no tales...if you’re a good boy, and I know you are, I’ll show you where the remote control is so if I’m not around, you’ve got you’re on fucking machine.”

“I wish I could say I thought you were really sick but….Jesus, this is just so….”

“Want to see how I can make his balls inflate?”

Brad just laughed.

Several months later Brad and I were in the shower, wrapped around one another, knowing what we might do next. I leaned out, touched the remote control.

In the basement, Sean’s cock popped up, shot a wad while his eyes shot tears….