One Small Suitcase

There's a lot of story and a lot of sex here. Be warned, it's 30 pages long so...don't plan on reading it on the train on your morning commute unless you're going from Chicago to New York.

We find how close Chain and Bull are and how close to having no governors Chain is. 

The sex....is in some places perhaps gruesome so be warned. However if you like being a witness to.....you're in for a treat.

The men decide on a new course for their lives and Chain realizes what Bull means to him. 

Part Six brings us a porn shoot....and some other new inventions.

There’s dark and then there’s so dark that your hand may be in front of your face but only because you think it’s there. That’s how it was when I woke up, in bed, warm and, of course, with my son curled around me. We’d finally concluded he was 22, not the 17 I’d been told, but that was after I’d adopted him; we’d bonded in remarkably short time; we were fucking each other by the second day-if that’s not bonding…..He’s also clever and can find things to do that, in my formal and former life, I would never even considered. But that was then and now...I could feel his hand gently massaging my nuts-many times he slipped up, took hold of my bull cock then in our sleep, would milk me. The first time he was slightly embarrassed the second time he cleaned me and, if he hadn’t got enough, would suck me off until he was satisfied. As I said, we were really bonded. (Okay, sometimes, in the night, I would slide my hand up his ass….I said it was to move him closer to me but, hell, why not be honest, it was just because he had the soft, yielding ass that just felt good.)

Robin was now awake and, like me, lost in the dark. Good thing when bad habits helps you in ways you don’t expect; In this case, I’d started smoking again so, automatically, reached for my pack-as any smoker knows, your hand will automatically go to wherever it is- took one out, stuck itanot in my mouth, another in my bed partner’s mouth then flipped the Zippo. Light! Not that it showed us much. A room, no windows, minimal furniture, big bed but the thing I most wanted to find, a door. I remembered that I’d been led here by one of our hosts, now de facto landlord. Carl as well as his partner, Shay, had heavily chained up Robin, face down in a spread eagle position (ass up and greased) then put me here to ‘have a talk’ which we’d done. We’d worked out his theft and lying, he got released, we’d nuzzled each other, I gave him a good Dad type fuck with my bull cock then we slept.

Since it was late, they’d thoughtfully put some candles in as, in the blizzard, the power was gone as, now, were the candles, burned out. Still smell that distinct odor of dead candle wax. What I knew was the drill in case if a power failure-they’d told us, which had happened, to meet in their large room with the huge fire place, warm, welcoming, where  they were now. IF we could find them.

Their home-rambling doesn’t begin to catch it-was large but over the years had been added on to, remodeled, changed to the extent that a hall way might lead no where or a bathroom or a closet or a room that had been so subdivided that it had no purpose (Down one very long hall, a closet door that led to a covered hole in the floor, clearly the former home of a toilet.). Using the Zippo we wandered, carefully until...well, a good thing about gay guys when they’re doing ‘something’ they make noise. They were doing ‘something’ so we parked ourselves in a hallway, smoked and waited for ‘something’ to be done. (Each of us shoved a full pack plus a spare-who knew when we could find our way back-in our jocks-our only clothing plus those great wool socks-and a t shirt-[with very graphic silk screening both fore and aft].) Fortunately, that wasn’t too long a time so when we slipped in they were back to just being relaxed, enjoying the fire and, to us, the light.

There was coffee, lots, some rolls, jam, butter-the fridge ran on electricity so, Carl said, during the day we’d either cook what could be cooked, eat- what was edible then put the rest outside in Styrofoam boxes-given 17 below, didn’t seem likely anything would spoil. Stove was on propane as was the hot water heater so...in terms of creature comforts we had all of them. Plus sex-surely the greatest creature comfort; Odd, isn’t it, that it’s not mentioned more often for if that isn’t the basis for creature comforts…..

We were there, grateful to be warm, I ‘fessed’ up to our hosts that we’d sorta invited some more guest….Sean and his merry band of porn makers. Using some video gadget on my phone I’d given him a guided tour, to the degree it was possible, of the contents of the warehouse for sex, perversion and sex oriented wardrobe. I did remember he’d alluded to some ‘really great locations’ but, I think he didn’t quite believe me, I wasn’t sure this was the sort of location he had in mind. His rather succinct answer was, “fuck my locations, with that load of sex toys, I could make twenty films on a loading dock in Hackensack.” I took him at his word. When he could be here was a question of weather to which the answer currently was….not in the next several days-at minimum.  

The guys took that pretty well, said there was room for all-it did occur to me that their potential participation in porn wasn’t something they’d reject-of course, no way they’d ever even thought about being in it….although, with all that perverted sex shit they’d bought...maybe they at least imagined it….but there was an  obvious problem, getting here in general. The main road past their place was closed for a 41 mile stretch and, on either side of that, travel wasn’t advised. No reason not to believe that-one of the more frightening aspects, though it didn’t effect us-was that an unknown number of truckers were somewhere on that stretch and could not be reached-two cell towers were out. As Carl figured it we were, easy, 6 miles from their nearest neighbor and they were only accessible IF you could access the main road, drive a couple of miles, turn off and, as with their place, run down a slope, maybe a mile or so to the ranch house; In desperation, Irwin Rommel couldn’t have solved this one. Sean and Co. would have to wait until? Leaving the four of us to do whatever we could think up to do. And, you’ll guess this, getting out the cards for a rousing game of “Old Maid” wasn’t even suggested.

Which didn’t mean there wasn’t work to do. Shay took Robin off to the metal  workshop while Carl and I headed into the warehouse to continue opening what they had, throwing out what had decayed, trying to figure out what some of it was and, as a special treat, we took turns sitting on the electrified stool that produced a built in fucking dildo, urgency and power to be determined by the sitter or someone who had them sit on it and chained them down. (As with all good sex furniture, it had some usefulness involving a man’s equipment.)

Of course, we lacked electricity so, for now, it was just a stool. Another necessity we needed, light. Carl climbed up to where some large windows had been covered and, voila!, light. The only hindrance to that was when the sun went down, the warehouse wrapping and unwrapping room went out of business.

He had grabbed his tool belt which would see service. I’d laid out several things, notably a St. Andrews Cross and some sort of Dungeon Furniture, that required tools-something at which I did not excel. We started with the Cross not only because it was relatively easy but because I had a use for it in the very near future; Indeed my bull dick dripped some precum on the wood. Carl smiled, said nothing but he knew.

It was on to the Dungeon piece. For whatever reasons although the instructions were very clear, it didn’t say what you got when it was put together. Just based on certain pieces of metal, our guess was a bed, just not one ever used in “Better Homes and Gardens”. Also, if it was a bed, someone neglected the mattress….unless the person sent to use it wasn’t there for a good nights sleep.

Silence in this kind of storm is so profound that any noise attracts your attention, even ones to be expected, a creak, the tearing of paper, a screw dropped on the cement floor….so the distant and continuing sounding of a truck horn got our attention. Carl listened for maybe 30 seconds then said…. “That’s a truck and it’s coming down our road….think it’s outta of control.”

He was right; He had not finished the sentence when there was something like a crash, a motor running overdrive, the horn and then dead silence. We were both running toward a side door, opened it and saw a large, cab over tractor plus trailer jammed up against the wooden surround of the parking lot. Wearing almost nothing we raced toward it just in time to see the passenger door open, a man saw us, waved us over then handed down the body of a second man. In the howl he screamed to get him inside, he was okay, he’d grab a few things and follow us.

All of this in twenty seconds. As the other man came in he slammed the door and immediately went to the guy he’d handed to us. His affection for him was immediate, holding him, checking to see if he was living.

“Got a place warmer?”

No problem. In moments we were in by the fire, the younger man-he looked very much younger-was laying on the couch, seemed to be coming around while his buddy knelt by him in tears, holding his face, telling him he had to live. Since I was pretty sure he was, at most, shaken by the impact, I got down, told the man as much, got him up, seated, then covered both of them with Hudson Bay Blankets.

Whoever our sudden guest was, if he paid attention, must have wondered why two men were in a room full of who knew what, both wearing heavy woolen socks, a jock packed with smokes and a Zippo stuck in them topped by T shirts with drawings of two guys fucking plus, for Carl, a tool belt.

People like Carl are craftsmen and, often, their crafts extend beyond what they do. To what seemed to be the driver; “One of our guys can drive a tank, want him to go out, shut ‘er down, got brassieres for the front? By the way, I’m Carl, that’s Bull….” Stuck out his hand, “Frank, and I’d sure appreciate it, need to stay with my little one….”

“Bull, go get Chain, get him in warm stuff, tell him the problem”….to Frank… “Keys still in it?”

He nodded his head, on his knees holding what had to be his partner. I shot off to find Chain, Carl scooted around to get hot coffee….Frank seemed to relax...a little.  

“Appreciate all this. Hope my rig didn’t do too much damage, pay for it a course.”

“Buddy, we do heavy metal work here, those logs you hit can take a lot more than than your tractor. Hey, anything in back that could spoil, nothing living?”

“Nah, general freight’s all I know, manifest is in the box.” He returned to his young friend.

“He’s gonna be alright….really….I never played a doctor on tv..”

He looked up, smiled, relaxed.

“Jason means a lot to me….sorta, kinda...”

“Hey, it’s okay, you don’t need to explain, Chain is mine, Shay belongs to Carl….he’s a fine looking man, when you pick ‘em, you know what you’re doing.”

His eyes momentarily went some place else. “Well, didn’t pick him, found him. Maybe eighty or so miles out of Chicago, heard something in the sleeper...Jason.”

“Run away?….guys like that usually are…”

“Soldier, found a band on his wrist, been in the VA, bad case of PTSD….they’d cut him loose, mebbe too soon. Whatever, anyway he found the truck yard, must a seen me, noticed which tractor was mine and….course it wasn’t locked. And that takes us to where I found him….almost year ago now, wouldn’t take nothing for him, nothing.”

I could see the tears.

I put an arm around his shoulders, reached in my crotch, pulled out a pack plus the Zippo, offered him one. “I’ve been trying to quit.”

“Yeah, so did I.”

“Frank, that’s how we all feel about our men. Nothin’ to worry about here, you’re welcome, he’ll come around, find you two a good bed, all your own...give you a chance to sorta wind down. Christ that weather….”

He held up his hands. “Well, lookee here, I can unbend my fingers, never even held my dick anything as tight as that wheel, shore did think, more ‘n a couple a times we’d had it. Shoulda done what some of the other guys did, pulled over and hoped like hell we wouldn’t be taken out by some  dude in a slide he couldn’t control….”

“Yeah, when we came in, plan B was to pull up behind one of you guys, offer booze, smokes…..us…...”

Frank smiled. “Done that before I’m guessin’.”

“Yep, up Ute Pass out of the Springs on a day I should have stayed home. Found a great guy, independent, almost agreed to become his lumper...he liked my meat….I was a lot younger. Saw him a few times, once, greatest trip

I ever took….he picked me up...we went coast to coast...fuck...I was his lumper, his fuck hole, his cum supply…..had a hell of a good time….long time ago.”

“I did something like that myself….guy who picked me up….Jesus I was green, took my cherry, took my cum, took me for a long, long ride….like you...great trip, guess that’s what made me into a long haul driver. No home, ‘cept the one I carry with me…..”

“...and Jason.”

“Yeah, Jason.” We both stopped and looked somewhere else. “When do I meet your man?”

“Knowing Chain, he’s making good and sure all is secured….he’s efficient about things like that. Just thought….any thing you want that still out there? Now’s the time, I can still get to him, have him bring it in.”

“Probly clothes...”

“Don’t worry, it’s real casual dress as you can see. One thing” I hollered to Carl, “Want to off load two more pair of socks?”  I heard a laugh in the distance. “We’ve got plenty to wear, because of the weather and no power, this is home for all of us, can’t keep all the bedrooms warm but the fire, kitchen right there, hey, you want a short snort? We drink Bourbon...may seem early in the day but you and your man have been through it.”

He looked at me. “Ya know, Bull, that’d taste right good.”

“Comin’ right up. Slip out of some of the outer stuff before you start to sweat, we’ll get you fixed up.” I left a pack of my smokes and the lighter on the table by him then got a bottle and two double shot glasses on the table, smiled at the young one before disappearing into the kitchen. Came to me that given the last period of time, they needed some privacy something that with six of us wasn’t going to be easy to get as the evening wore on.

One thing I really wanted to know; Jason. Frank’s story was plausible but Jesus that kid looked young. Only thing I cared about was whether this was a situation where...a man didn’t get his kid in the divorce but wanted him...or maybe he was a run away; One thing, they’d been together a good while, long enough for Frank to demonstrate what couldn’t be faked; Love. I had an idea, if there was one person who could ‘interview’ and get what he wanted….wandered down toward the metal work area to find my kid, back from buttoning up Frank’s tractor, and have a quick talk, suggest what I had in mind then send him off.

Robin listed very closely, added some questions I hadn’t thought off, gave me a hug just saying….it might take a while….I could see how it might. The longer I thought about it, and the longer I thought about Frank, don’t know but something just went ‘Sproing’ in my mind. With that in mind I made his a double double then, to divert his attention from a too full glass, suggested we go look at the accumulation of goods and goodies our mutual hosts had racked up.

As with any sensate human, Frank’s first look at the ‘storage’ was one of disbelief. Clearly he knew what most of it did or how they were worn but it was the overwhelming numbers of...everything and the fact that of all boxes, bags, mostly still un-opened, some of them been here so long you had to dust the whole box just to figure out anything about the contents.

He started to ask what in….and then stopped.

I understood his question and why he didn’t finish it. The explanation didn’t make much sense but it was what it was. In the spirit of welcoming him I told him to try on or try out or….just do whatever with anything he saw.

His reaction was to pick something up, put it down, pick up something else...pretty much what I’d done at first.

And then he came to the dungeon bed; That got a smile from him, oh yeah, a big one.

“Ever used one of these?”

His grin was somewhere between stupid and salacious. “Yeup….did you find the electrical parts yet? They usually ship separately.”

“Fun?”

“Uh….depends on your idea of fun. There are two sides ya know….”

Looked him right in the eye. “Yeah, fun. Someday I intend to tattoo my kid’s ass with his own blood.”

“Good thing there are six of us, no waiting for whatever’s being divied out.”

“Do we need to discuss who’s the Dom?”

Frank just smiled. “One thing, your name….I’m guessing, just looking down, your folks didn’t call you ‘Bull’ at the Christening...”

Took my thumb then pushed down the side of my jock. Sucker popped right out. Frank looked at me. “May I?”

“You get a better view on your knees.”

He’d done this before but this time he had massive equipment to work with. No casually spit and like, to get all my meat in, if you hadn’t done it before, took some adjusting, figuring out, wanting it….that last was maybe the most important part. And he wanted it.

Carl had come in delighted, no doubt, to find another side show of sex….right under his own roof. This wasn’t going to be the full performance, overture, intermission, third act, but Frank was better than good at cock sucking to the point you could learn lessons just by watching. And, of course, the had the Father Church of tools to work with; Right away, just from how he fondled my balls, you could tell he was in no hurry but was in great anticipation.

I found something to sit on, spread my legs, arms behind my neck and Carl….what a good guy….found something for me to lean against. One thing, I  had on my jock, albeit pushed aside, which still had a pack of smokes and a Zippo. Again, Carl, without disturbing Frank-not that I think you could have-got his hand in, unloaded the cargo, tapped out a butt, stuck it in my mouth, got me lit, put them beside me then sat on the floor at a good angle to see everything. I winked at him, my way of saying “Thanks, buddy, you aren’t forgotten……”.

He looked up. “Lush, not hairy, fur, all covered, can’t tell what’s in there until you really get a handful….all that ground cover makes your tree look like the proverbial ‘Mighty Oak’. Jesus, just rubbing….ever make sparks?”

“Feel free to try.”

“Ever think about mowing the lawn?”

“Nope…..not ever. It gets cold? Best place to stick your hands, a nice furry set of cojones. Bet you’ve done that in the cab…”

“Well, at least one hand….if I had meat like yours, bet you could train it to steer.”

He went back to licking the top, creating spit that sagged down the side getting it ready for a visitor.

I looked at Carl, gave him a smile that said come here….he did.

“Peel...get that man rod out….No reason you shouldn’t get something out of this….and I shouldn’t get something out of adult recess.” He was hard before he could get his overalls and jock off. To encourage him, I grabbed his balls and used them as a handle to pull him in toward me. Frank looked up. I pushed his head down; He knew his duty and now he’d committed to doing it, empty me out or…..I guess he knew there might be consequences.

Not much is more encouraging to sucking off one guy’s meat while you’re having yours done, and really well done, at the same time; Sort of a win, win and win situation. Twenty minutes or so later, Carl was using a finger to scrape up the spooge that didn’t quite make it into me while my toes were on the verge of making divots in the cement as they flexed given Frank’s excellent sucking. Jesus, worth it to keep that man around just to enjoy what he so brilliantly did; Made me wonder, in between feeling my abs expand and contract, if many men had experienced the pleasure as he got around the country….and then I remembered Jason. Just before the first filling of his open arroyo, I thought about my kid giving him a form of third degree he wasn’t used to. Having seen Robin verbally do everything from rape to robbery, Jason didn’t stand a chance so if there was something to know….I’d know it.

Oh, Shit, Frank got, best I could tell, my descending colon in his mouth and was about to poach them in spit to make sweet breads. Okay by me…..

Ever hear the stupid question, “Do you smoke after sex?” Yeah.

We sat there, stupid faced, happy, smoking, not wanting to go anywhere, do anything but….the light was fading fast; Soon the only way out would be to play a dangerous game of ‘Blind Man’s Bluff’ which, given the ‘toys’ around us could not only be painful but dangerous.

Help arrived.

“Guys? Where are you?”

As best we could the three of us mumbled some sort of response to Shay, more of a form of echo location than answer.

“I was just gonna start dinner, didn’t want to drink alone...hey, I haven’t seen Chain? He in there with you? Come on out...I’ll get ‘em poured.”

That he hadn’t seen Chain I found to be of interest...IF he was still with Jason, and there weren’t many other alternatives, then either he was interrogating him with his cock or, maybe, had him lulled into conversation during which he’d been led into the valley of truth for which, Jason, would learn, there was a serum with which he wasn’t familiar.

Using the Zippo we headed toward the exit, one that kept us indoors, finally found a hall that emptied into the kitchen with Shay, a bottle, five glasses and a happy expression possibly occasioned by his having just put the bottle down having had a warm up chug. I wondered how many of the glasses might be used? It was tempting to do a quick search and seizure but I knew my son well enough to let him and nature take its course….probably a difficult par five in the rain.

For those who want the ultimate in rooms that are relaxing, comfortable, amenable to whatever you want to do, their big room with the fire place is the model. Parked on the deep, oh so welcoming couch, the three of us tossed back the first round, got a refill then just relaxed into where we were, the companionship of an almost post fuck glow-sorry Shay had missed the action in the warehouse-were starting on our seconds while just enjoying being there.

Robin appeared….didn’t sit which I took as a cue to get up, regretfully, and go to him.

“Uh, Dad, can I get a bottle and some food? Jason..” He said that with a tone I knew as I used it myself to indicate distaste…. “...is tired, thought maybe he could have some food brought to him.” He stopped, looked straight at me, his lips almost a slit, his gray eyes cold, bitter.

Dinner hadn’t been prepared but Shay, almost as reluctant to move as I had been, got up, found another bottle, more a pint size, two glasses which he handed to Robin.

“Thanks….sorry the inconvenience. Bull, I’ll see you later.” It was tricky hugging him with the bottle and the glasses but I did saying….nothing.

Shay laughed, “Didn’t know we did room service...”

Frank who hadn’t quite picked up the cues, although in turning I could see that Carl was beginning to, was slightly embarrassed but only said Jason was tired, probably needed some extra rest. Although what he’d done to need it….eluded me. On short notice, I liked Frank, he fit in as men sometimes do, quickly, easily just one of us... his man, however, his lover, his, I don’t know,  pretend son….whatever he wanted to be to him….did not, a fact that was quickly noticed by all but Frank. However, in that great room, getting slightly bagged on good Bourbon, things got overlooked. For now.

I could hear the humor in Shay’s voice. “Hey, Carl, ya know I’ve been working with Bull, his nips need to be hardened...why don’t we...”

“Yeah….” Each rolled toward me, just avoiding concussing each other, and found a tit which they first sucked and then carefully began to chew. Don’t know whose hand snaked down, slid under my nuts and slid a finger up my ass but they needed to be thanked. My bull dick, hard wired to my nips, popped up hard and ready for...whatever.

Shay, who’d missed the early show, left one hand pinching, squeezing on top of my pec while he slid down to slurp on the rocket on the launching pad. I’d already been warmed up and had been eaten earlier so now….although the volume wasn’t much, the strength took it past his tonsils and down his gullet, sort of a forced feeding. Good lad, stayed around to do a bit of edging which, combined with my breasts being hand fucked, was taking me to some very deep, satisfying senses...only wish I’d had several head, mouths and hands to do something nice for them….fuck, what could you do with  a pet octopus?

Somewhat later plus a man sized amount of good Bourbon, Carl and Shay, plus candles, got me to my room where Robin was sleeping. Leaving me one candle, lit, plus a couple for later, we all hugged good night upon which I quietly slid into bed, first looking over to see that my man, my beloved, my son was alright.

He wasn’t.

In tears he threw himself into my arms exclaiming he’d always love me, never cheat on me, I was his Chain and chained. Automatically putting my arms around him in confusion, I did whatever parent tries to do, calm their child before they know what the hell the matter is this time. Almost instinctively I knew it had to do with Jason but just what…..He leaned across me, picked up his gadget that did everything from be a telephone to, in so far as I knew, could order a missile strike. He pushed a button, blew out the candle then forced me to lay down while he, tears running down my neck, lay on top of me.

Two minutes later, wouldn’t have matter if I’d swilled down the whole bottle, I was wide awake and cold sober with just one idea in my head; Breaking Jason on the rack, on the dungeon bed, on anything I could find that would hurt him and, luckily, I was in a position to have access to lots of things that were pain and would hurt him. It was a promise I made myself and to my kid.

Thirty minutes later I had him turn it off, whatever else was there was going to be ‘more of the same’ which did my mental state no good. For a while I lay there, holding Robin, knowing what a lucky man I was, disgusted at what I’d heard and trying to decide just which of my plans was best; I finally settled on one, asked my kid if that thing had an alarm? (Of course it did, stupid to even ask.) told him to set for some hours hence then tried to settle down to, if not sleep, plot while resting my eyes. Robin, one of his most endearing things, snuggled up to me, pulled out the steel handle to his chain collar, tucked it in my hand, kissed me then put his head on my shoulder. As parents do, I automatically raised my fingers, ruffled his hair before settling around his shoulders; At least we knew the score. Yes we did.

Several hours later-I did finally sleep-the alarm sounded. According to his do everything gadget, it was five, time to rise, shine and get some necessary work done. As quickly as possible I got the two of us into our military gear, only Tank Tops, tight Camos and boots laced outside the pant legs. Just to make a point, I had my kid push his waistband down and, inside his jock, got his cock just enough out so it peeked out the top just above the web belt buckle. Using one candle, taking as many others as we could find, we headed out, found Carl and Shay. They had to be wakened with the mouth of each one covered...no noise. Soon as they saw us, how we were dressed, whatever it was, they knew something was going up….or down. Shame we didn’t have Army gear but...they had their own get up thanks to their myriad purchases; I wondered, after they got it all on, tightened and buckled, buttoned, zipped….I guess it takes that much restraint to hold black cowhide that tightly; The boot purchase had been great even at the price. Even if for only this one time, they marched into badassery in a way no one would have expected of them. Maybe my favorite part was the steel exterior codpiece…..held on by a steel chain belt fastened with large steel padlocks. Our troop of perverts moved onto the warehouse where there was work to be done. Of course, some motivation was needed which was supplied by about ten minutes of listening-could have done it in ten seconds-of the recording Robin had made. Did it turn two nice guys into monsters set on a task to provide pain? Yep, sure did.

What we did was more arrange than anything else. Just to make sure we’d missed nothing that could be useful, we opened some more packages and, Surprise!! there was something, something that would just put the cherry on the icing on the cake that was the green poison cake offered to Peter Pan. Or, in this case, Jason. Now to get the rest of the cast.

I needed Frank to be removed which I did by simply waking him, smiling, finger over my lips, encouraging him to come with me. If he noticed my Army togs, he didn’t notice. Once outside the room he was set upon, gagged, cuffed, manacled and then dragged to the warehouse where he was chained into a chair, still gagged. Part One Done.

The next part, the final setting of the stage, only took a match and a couple of minutes. The only spectator to this was….Frank who, I could see, was livid-didn’t blame him, with no understanding of what was going on, livid was the only way to be. What he saw was a St. Andrews Cross, only missing an occupant, the path to it lined with candles. Just like a dungeon of several hundred years ago. And, I knew, would function like one just as well.

Carl, Shay and Chain took off to get Jason while I got out some matches and lit some more candles. He was not so gently roused as his partner, in fact he was dragged from the bed, immediately gagged, heavily cuffed, manacled and carried, more like dragged, to join the rest of the group.

I will say what he saw, and we made sure he was upright and eyes forward, looked more like a berserk church than anything else. Fifty, maybe more, candles marked an aisle that led to a St. Andrews cross already prepared to receive a patron, chains dangling, hooks from over head….knives hanging from cross beams, instruments of torture used as le décor but he, Jason, was going to be the star.

If the little turd thought this was some sort o bizarre welcome-to-the-ranch initiation, he’d soon be disabused of that fiction.

We took more time than needed to attach him to his new home for a while. More chains, more cuffs, things that meant nothing but wound around him, a huge, heavy cock cage, the sort with a sound that goes into the caged cock which was attached to a hook that depended from the ceiling. I remembered those ball attachments that had said wear them for a while each day for low hanging nuts….with, of course, five found weights on each side. Maybe he didn’t want low hangers….maybe he didn’t want five pound weights hanging from his nuts…..who gave a shit, there they hung, weights and all.

Took a while but finally he had enough metal, leather, hooks, chains, doodads, doohickies on him that squirming was about all he could do.

I gave everything a few moments to calm down, put some candles on the cross, lit, just to cast unpleasant shadows then turned to Frank who, I couldn’t blame him, looked to be in not very good humor.

There were words to be spoken and as the Alpha, I said what was needed. First a profound apology to Frank, promised he’d be released very soon but….we needed him focused, his attention at high wave because the first part of all this was directly related to him. Please, I asked him, try and stay as calm as possible for not very long. He had to believe that I had his best interests at heart just settle….settle….in this short time, he must believe he’d become our friend….

That’s when I turned on the recording Chain had made of his conversation with Jason. Of course it started mid-sentence but that made no difference, none. Jason was just saying….

“…...stupid fart….he never knew, Jesus, all that lovey dovey...hey, Chain, I bet you slip out on Bull and sell your tail, hit a big truck stop yet? There’s one in Nashville, even had a hotel...told shit head I wanted a single room, thought I was getting a cold, didn’t want to give it to him……” His cawing laughter bounced off the ceilings the walls, the floor into the silence. “Fuck, I was turning ‘em so fast they had to wait outside the door ‘n when we left, I told the stupid fart I fell in the shower and cracked my tail…..” More laughter. “He believed me, motherfucker, crap he believed everything. One time, we was parked somewhere, he wanted to nap, ‘n I got a guy from the rig next to ours in my door back into the sleeper and fucked him….stupid fool never felt the cum that the dude left on the pillow, what a dork…...”

Chain pointed out his chains, what they meant to him to me, Bull…..

“Fine for you, he’s probably a great sugar daddy-fuck, look at that meat he’s hauling but, bro, just like mine, he’s an old man, listen, take it from me, screw him for everything you can get then leave him holding his big dick pissing on his feet….you don’t love him, c’mon man, we’re two of a kind, don’t even bother to love ‘em, just say so then leave ‘em. You’re a slut just like me, we’re young, got a lot a money making miles on our backs….”

I let a few more minutes go by then slowly unlocked the cuffs, manacles, gag on Frank the sound was still running. When he was free, I turned it off-what more was there to hear that could add or subtract anything?

“Buddy, I’m truly sorry but...there just was no other way to make you understand what he is…..He had to tell you himself.”

He was expressionless, dead eyes, older, tired. His head slumped in his hands, fell to his knees.

“Frank, it’s not over, that’s just the overture now, listen to me, you couldn’t break that little shit if you tried, you’re too nice a guy. I don’t know what promises he’d make to you but they’d all be lies….”

He sighed out, you could hardly understand him, “Yeah, I know….I know.”

He was pitiful, we all of us wanted to do something, anything to help but...there was nothing. At least nothing he would or could do. I, however, had other ideas and plans. Kneeling by him, I helped him back up, got him situated, no way to offer his comfort just the ache that time will kill...maybe.

I knew he had loved him; Love is the coldest killer of all.

While this former man hung there, Carl pulled up a rack from which hung a large selection of whips, quirts, tails, bull whips, black snakes. There wasn’t much to say. He looked at the object on the cross and simply stated… “All for you….all of them.”

Robin walked up popping a length of leather wrapped around his hands.

“Like being garroted? I look forward to it. See this chain around my neck? It’s a choke chain, the leash runs down my arm to a handle. All it takes, one strong pull and I’m hanging from a chain noose. That’s how I want to die if I can’t live up to him.” He walked behind the cross, reached through the groin of the uprights and secured  the strip of leather around his neck.

“Feel this, the garrote?” Then slowly began to pull the two ends. I had no idea when or if he would stop, I knew how angered he was, how volatile he could be...all I could do was stand and watch as the skin on Jason’s neck began to crinkle. I could see him try and break his hands loose but, of course, he could not.

Shay had a hangman’s noose  he’d made which he swung while he watched. “Men die on a rope….but you’re no man.”He stared at Chain. “Buddy, don’t give him the honor of dying like a man. Please.” He winked at Robin who loosened the thong and pulled it away. Jason couldn’t react as he might as wished but, for now, he continued to live.

“Carl, good moment to play host….lets have a drink, Frank needs one and, honestly so do we all…. Actually, since he’s got a sound in that cage on his cock, lets pour some good Kentucky Bourbon up his peter….might hurt but, hey, he couldn’t say we didn’t offer him anything...but, wait, didn’t I see, yeah, I’m sure I did….Shay, over there, just by that metal bed….I believe there’s a bottle of lysol, used it to clean something or other. For liars, lysol, kinda like the way it sounds. Go get it and fill him up.”

It was like watching something happen in slow motion. I’d put a funnel by the bottle of corrosive fluid so when it went into the sound, the bottle was opened….we stood while Shay slowly, oh so slowly, tipped up the clear liquid, watched it start to stream out of the neck into the funnel and then….He was gagged so he couldn’t scream from pain that fast turned to agony. His  body contorted, he tried to pull away from the still pouring out down his dick beyond toward his prostate….by the time Shay put the bottle down, Jason didn’t even look human. You hear about torture, even see it on the videos but this, in real life, a man to whom God only knew what was being killed in him….this made me smile. I looked at my kid who got into this man’s agony so much that his carefully placed dong was spouting cum; Little doubt he was imagining...what if it were me, what if…..

This was my son, this was the right reaction for him, the empathy with pain, imagining it….I got to my knees and licked my favorite thick syrupy goo from wherever I found it then ripped open his pants, dragged out the hose and sucked it until my son was dry and I was full of him; Every man has their own taste, their own subtle back notes that linger on your tongue, in your nostrils that mark that man as absolutely as a tattoo across their forehead. I knew his essence as he knew mine. Even dying, I would sense it and it would let my eyes close forever in love.

Behind us, on the cross, a former man hung from his restraints, now beyond the first horror of hurt, now enduring the continuing possession of his body by a liquid that cleans dirt. No one looked at us, Chain and Bull, me and my son, they watched the truth be cleaned out then wrenched into the body where it would stay as eternal punishment for lying to his man.

Carl poured a drink for Frank who still stared at the carcass of a person he thought he’d loved. Paused, looked into nowhere, swallowed it down, held out his glass, got a refill, leaned back and quietly said…. “Whatever you have planned, and I know you do, I’m waiting.” Robin crawled across the floor, got his pants open, took out the trucker’s prick then started to give him the sort of respectful blow job you give another man to show respect honor in acknowledgment of the horror they’ve endured. Frank put his hands on my boy’s short cropped hair then lowered his head until the two touched. “Thanks, Son….Thanks for showing me what I really want. Thanks to all of you.” He took another pull.

“Now What?”

“I gave this some thought….you’ve got some options, all of which will put some coin in your pocket. As is, or with a little work, he can be sold….don’t worry about to whom or for what...in fact, just fucking forget him all together. He can be used in porn films...always in BDSM or just the S and M part or, you may actually like this one, you can keep the little snot and rent him out yourself. That, however, comes with a codicil that he’ll hate it and you, well, you may not. Listen to what he said, he’s nothing but two holes, that’s what he’s selling, tie him in your sleeper and get the word around that you’ve got hot young man meat for sale cheap; Do what you want, he loves anything. Eventually, someone will offer to take him off your hands, who cares why, and you’re a free man and a richer one. Right now, all he is to you is an ass and a mouth.”

Carl laughed. “Wish someone around here was handy with a tat gun, put a big picture of a quarter on his tail, marks him as a two bit whore...”

“Truth in advertising.” That Frank said it surprised me but it also said….Jason better realize his fate was now sealed, whatever it was.

We sat around for a bit, smoking, drinking, tossing goofy ideas as to what to do to Jason next. One of them, a full body shave, took root with Shay who, I had noticed, had a ‘thing’ for shaving. Carl slapped him on his butt told him to go get whatever, his ‘next’ client would be hanging around when he got back. Not a thigh slapper, stupid really, but we were all amped, somethings that wouldn’t have been funny, were, some suggestions, normally dumb, were given consideration.

My had the ‘final solution’ when the time for it came around but we weren’t there yet, might not be until that midnight or the next day. One thing, I could see Robin so into this, his barbaric side was there; My estimation of ‘when’ just got shortened; Tonight.

To make it easier for Shay, we took Jason down then moved him to the dungeon bed, nicely equipped to keep someone where you wanted them for as long as you wanted them to stay put. Just to give him an idea as to what lay ahead, there was a standing stock, holes for head and two hands. A man in that well….at least he could piss. No telling how long he might be there…..

Leaving the warehouse, it was almost a fight as to who would put their arms around Frank; Had we all won, we’d have been on the floor. As Alpha, I pulled rank.

Back in the fireplace room, no one really settled, too aware that there was unfinished business just a matter of how and, to a lesser degree, who would do it. I could see my kid salivating over the opportunity to do...whatever his twisted little clever mind could come up with. Inwardly, I shuddered with pleasure to watch him warm up to what he’d do, think about it, remember something else, smile about his new and improved and, I suspected, painful idea…..

“Guys, I’m tired….Shay has a whole body to do...I guess we all know he’ll enjoy that….so what don’t we peel off, I’ll take my man, take a nap...Frank, you’re gonna to bunk in with us…..”

He looked up. “Yeah, thanks, I’d like that.”

Carl said he couldn’t resist, thought he’d go watch Shay and the shaving...let us know when either it was finished or….later in the day, after we all pulled some down time, we’d meet back here, decide what was next.”

We all did something unusual for us, did that fancy hand shake...then wandered off to bed. Robin and I kept Frank between us, all got into bed, still kept him where he was. Interesting, it was to me he turned, put his arms around me, pulled me to him, kissed, then settled with his arms around me. He knew he was safe.

Quietly, going to my other my side, Robin squatted, just tickling my nipple enough to wake me. “Dad, I know what needs to be done and I want to do it….Can’t ask Frank, I’m not sure he could...you, Carl, Shay, well, maybe the cheering section?”

“When?”

He shrugged, no hurry, before we lose the light...it’s just past one now so...easy three or four more hours.” The one candle light made his gray eyes glitter with the thought of excruciating pain, however applied, and his pleasure at doing it.

“Better get yourself emptied before whatever...don’t want your manhood to spit on your victim.”

He laughed. “You better be holding my chain for this one…..” I could tell he wanted to put his arms around me for a kiss but Frank was draped across my chest, unknowingly, licking a nipple. Instead, I kissed my hand, put it on his cheek, he winked and left the room only saying that executions were best done at night…. I slightly rearranged Frank, closed my eyes while dreams of my kid….

The electricity suddenly came back on. The gross effect is to remind you of everything that was on when it went off based on the light and the noise. After the silence of the past couple of days it had the same effect of someone appearing by my side carrying a gun; Startled to the point that I fell out of bed dragging Frank with me. After thirty seconds it’s funny but while you sit there, trying to concurrently wake up and figure out what the hell happened it’s not. Typical of men, once we’d realized we weren’t under attack we combined standing up with that good stretch only men seem to know how to do, the sort where you twist your neck, open your mouth, make fists, raise them, tighten muscles that will tighten, rotate your body then shake it all off. Grab a smoke….time starts up again.

Seemed sensible so I pulled him to me, kissed him, wished him good morning-although it wasn’t, just seemed appropriate- suggested we find whatever we wanted to put on and head for the kitchen where coffee was probably available. Groping on the floor to find his stuff, he got my jock put it on then looked down at...nothing but flaccid cloth.

“Yours, huh?” Pulled it off, tossed it to me so I could corral my meat and put them in their daily holding pen.

“Where’s Chain?”

“Dunno…..said he had some work to do so I suppose that’s what he’s doing.”

“Bull, and I ain’t said this to no other man, I envy every thing about you from that schlong and those potatoes in your sling to your kid, and that’s just the part you can see. I bet you’re fair, funny, a good guy, wish I had you as a friend, a buddy a fuck….”

“C’mere. A Buddy, you got one, but... a Boy Scout I ain’t;With Chain you better have a good sense of humor. Now when it comes to fucking… ” Gave him the big smile.

He winked at me.

Since casual was permanently the dress code of the day we were as dressed as we felt like being so headed off to find the kitchen, coffee and whoever else might be around.

It was Carl, solo. But with a funny expression on his face.

“Want a laugh? Stick your head in the warehouse, they’re a riot, well, two out of three of them are. Frank your, uh, him..is hairless, unhappy and still spread eagled. Seems real unhappy now that I think on it.”

The view from the door wasn’t quite surreal but had a jump on it. Robin and Shay were curled up like two puppies on the floor, foam, water, a straight edge in dangerous proximity. Jason, however, was now laid out, heavily secured, gagged…seemed best to at least get them off the floor so….I picked up mine who instinctively must have known me as he attached his mouth to a nipple while putting one arm around my neck. Frank, first spit on Jason, then collected Shay who, almost awake, enough to look in his eyes, briefly, cuddled into his arms and seemed to draw him closer.

We looked at each other, half smiled, shrugged and headed for the next bedroom we came to, left them snugly covered in bed and went back to the kitchen.

“It’s that time of day….I’d say a tot or two of Brandy in some very good Bourbon might taste good. Okay with you two?”

“No arguments here...oh, your guy and Chain are sleeping in somebody’s bed…”

Hearing nothing he pulled out a set of stainless steel mugs-each one shaped like a cock, lined in glass, with a open hand shaped warmer for the Brandy decanter.

Frank was impressed-so was I but he spoke first. “Has to be some of your work? Right?”

Carl almost blushed. “Yep.  Now and again we have an idea, some left over something, the glass linings in this case, so we make something or other….the Brandy set.” He paused…. “As usual, we don’t know how to stop, like our ordering, must be...a dozen or more glasses as well as a gallon size flask for over the warmer…..Don’t think we got that many beds. Hey, along with socks, each of you take a pair of mugs…..”

Men sitting, sipping, comfortable, sun going down….it’s just a good time of day. Whatever was going to happen, well, we put that out of our minds and just enjoyed what every guy does, bullshit, laugh, drink, smoke, take it easy...offer to help although nothing is going on.

Carl finally eased up saying easiest thing to do was steak...plus whatever else he bumped into in the fridge. The range had an open flame grill in the center, he grabbed what looked to be about ten pounds of good meat announcing they’d be better if we let them marinate as they thawed. Fine, he was cooking.

Went into the fire place room looking for the humidor Jim gave Robin and found….both of them. He was laid out, naked, in from of the fire, gently tugging on his dick, thinking. Somehow I knew not to join in but did suggest a question.

“Still thinking what or how….”

“Nope, got that all figured out. Just here, grilling my sausage, thinking….about how much I love you.”

“It’s appreciated and you know the reverse...”

“Yeah.” He paused but clearly had something to tell me. “Most executions are at midnight aren’t they?...Well don’t make any plans for later tonight...and keep this to yourself.” I stood watching as he applied more energy to his stroke, just made down in time to feed myself my son’s milk; Don’t know what he was thinking but it was thick, good, full of man power….

I picked out four stogies and left him to his own thoughts and, the little show off, started to edge himself into another cumming.

“Dad?” Almost out of the room.

“I used your phone….called Evan...should’a told you. He’s the guy who got me out of... where I was, you know, the General….. He, uh, he’s gonna come by in a day or two and take out the trash…..says the roads ‘ll be clear by then,”

“Okay.” I almost said we’d talk about it later, which we probably would, but when we got around to it, the conversation may not be all that necessary.

Back in the kitchen, handed round the excellent Panatellas. Too good to light with a match, the Zippo was the thing, better would have been real flame. Even if you don’t smoke a cigar, there’s something companionable to a man about leaning back, holding a replica of what you’ve got between your legs, good slow draw, maybe make smoke rings. Frank got a sneaky look.

“Hey, Bull, think if I blew a ring your way you could catch in on your meat?”

“Guess you think it’s hard.”

“Guess I think it’s always a little hard….” He laughed as I pushed down my jock, got bully  boy up and just a bit stiffer, pointed him at Frank. “Think you can blow a horse shoe?”

“Uhuh, but, dear God, I once watched a couple of guys, drunker than hell,   get stiff, lay out on the ground and got themselves used as targets for horse shoes….What’s the old saying? Ringers only count in horse shoes?” We all laughed-I being grateful my kid didn’t hear that, he wouldn’t have been able to resist….”

Hauled my ass up on the edge of the table so my spike made a target for whatever he could blow….after two or three attempts...he just grabbed it saying, “Buddy, I need to be widened.”

I was reluctant, Frank was not drunk but not sober and what he wanted was a full on, rough, deep breeding fuck-whether he was wide enough for what he wanted? Must have seemed like a good idea to the other two cuz they got him up on the edge, his crack an impossible to miss target, while I crawled down, looked around for some grease, cooking oil, and started to skewer him. Played at the opening with just my fat missile shaped head then let it sink. Stupid fool, rose up, gathering me in too fast. Right then was when I pulled back-I saw the very little drizzle of blood which meant this rodeo was over.

The others saw it, tried to rearrange us but Frank was determined to get fucked and by me. Carl and Shay took over, got him flattened on the table, Shay climbed up and went into him. It wasn’t me but Shay was good in that he kept it slow plus I joined Carl in holding him down-the combination of restraint and the feeling of a cock up his ass gave him what he wanted.

It wasn’t as long as it could have been but it calmed him, got him back to us, to just being one of four guys about to have an indoor tailgater, steaks, booze, sex...maybe we could even play a game….touch football indoors? Doesn’t sound too damaging...

I guess we all knew whatever was going to happen next was not far off. No one wanted to go to bed but, after a certain amount of booze and good food, some sort of rest was almost mandatory. We settled on the couch in front of the fire and, damn, didn’t last ten minutes. I know that as I had just tossed another log on the fire, sat down, noticed how it had flared up but the next visual….only bits and pieces of a few logs, no flame, just pleasant heat.

Regression to childhood, helped by liquor, had us curled around one another, hands on each other, Frank had his head on my chest, I was feeling the fur around my balls...with another hand helping...we were comfortable. Must have been cuz I could see the smirk on Robin’s face when he woke us.

That disappeared quickly enough. He was naked, oiled to the point he glowed in the reflection of the fire-Jesus I wanted him then-and had only a few words to say.

“It’s time. In the warehouse, soon as you can.” He turned then disappeared. Damn that man had a fine ass...particularly with a long fake steel cock stuck in it with a chain belt to keep it there. Only other thing was a steel ball bag that split his ‘nads one on each side.

We followed him into the warehouse to find Jason stretched down, spreader bar, ankles tightly attached to the cuffs on his wrists. He was taut, sweating, without his hair, incredibly….beautiful. One thing, Shay had left a strip of hair, almost a Mohawk, right down his head, couldn’t have been more than half an inch tall. Starting over his sternum, another stripe, maybe an inch wide, all the way down to the top of his cock. There was an arrow head shaved in, pointing down….

We found places to sit.

“We all know why we’re here, this piece of shit has earned what he’s gonna get for what he did. I’ll say it but it doesn’t need saying” and then he was screaming… “YOU DO NOT FUCK OVER YOUR MAN... EVER.” He looked at us, turned and faced Jason. “If I’d pulled what you did, I wouldn’t be here. That man over there, see my chain? Know it’s a choker? I’d have metal stuck in my throat, hanging from a tree while he finished off by whacking off my balls then leaving me for whatever came along that likes to eat dead meat. That’s what he’d do and, you pissant, that’s what should be done to you.”

“I’m looking forward to this. That gag in your mouth, made like a cock, well,that fills a hole, that’s gonna be your money maker, that and your ass, two holes, all you’ll need.”

He reached to one side and picked up what I hadn’t seen-in the gloom of the room, he held a hangman’s noose made from black para-cord, thirteen turns just as it should be. With determined gestures, he put it around Jason’s neck, tightened the noose down by his right ear, then adroitly threw it up and over a round pole in the ceiling. The end snaked down, he caught it, tied it to a section of black rope which was already wound around a ratchet. Gave it a few turns and….Jason was fully stretched out; You could see the small bones in his wrists pop out, ready to break.

One other thing. He reached out and picked up a pair of what looked like poorly made pliers but, I sucked in my breath, was an elastrator.

“See this? See that green line between the two sides? See how I can stretch it? Ever seen one of these? Know what it does? Ranchers use it to cut off calves nuts, geld ‘em.” He pushed on the handles toward each other causing the green elastic to open and form a sort of trapezoid.

“Don’t even bother to think I won’t or that Frank will save you. I am going to give you one choice; Hang you or castrate you, doesn’t matter to me, hell, I’d be happiest if we cut ‘em off then hung you. See, Jason, when you fed me all that shit about what you did to Frank, you didn’t know how much I love pain...I’ll take as much as he’ll give me when Bull beats the crap out of me till I bleed...it’s not enough. Says he’s gonna tattoo my ass in my own blood and I hope he does it soon. If he did with the pointy end of a fork, great. See, you sniveling jerk, you would never be a man….everyone in this room is a man, look around….are you thinking about my offer? The rope or…..” He reached down and gave the recently shaved balls one helluva squeeze. I could see his face contort with a scream that couldn’t come out.

“Aw fuck, I’m tired of dicking around with you.” He pulled the elastrator down and started to work the set of testicles through the opening in the green elastic. Took some doing but finally he stood back, the metal part hang, the handles locked open….looking like jaws waiting to snap shut and start eating.

Just to be sadistic, he turned the ratchet until the rope around Jason’s neck was clearly very tight, only a turn more and he’d be gasping for breath, his head very slightly tilted so the rope went straight up into the depth of darkness then down into the innocent looking implement, the ratchet.

Robin was sweating in anticipation, I could nearly feel his desire to start this, give him the lust it would, force his juice to splatter on the floor just by watching a man in pain. His oiled body occasionally shadowed itself as arms moved in front of him, reached up, dripped from his scrotum as if it were being forced. Right then I wanted to flog him, hard, while he held the black rope, make him fall to his knees as stripes appeared. He needed to  be fucked, one hand holding the demon device that stripped men and animals of their masculinity, when he was on the floor, his blood making designs on the floor, Jesus did I want him. And he knew it.

The silence was almost an omen, only one thing would break it...the snap, when Robin released the spring, causing the green elastic to clench the stem of flesh so that it was so constricted...blood to his two nuts no longer kept them alive. You could see first the horror then the pain….

He looked out, seeking Frank who just leaned back, took a pull on his cigar and blew a perfect Zero. “You’re out.”

“Fuck, why hang you? Just sit here, wait, watch that sack turn color….know how long that might take, Jason? Already aches doesn’t it, that’ll get worse but when it stops, when you feel you’ve beat the odds cuz it no longer is driving you to agony, you’ve lost, those balls that have given you so much pleasure are dead. Not even good for eating, too long without oxygen.”

Carl spoke up. “Know what happens then? Well, someone will cut off the band, don’t  need it. One black rotted piece of flesh hanging below your….Hey, Chain….why not band the end of his dick?”

Robin was immediately on it. “Yeah, can’t fuck with a stump….good call.”

He had his tool loaded up opened ready to thread Jason’s dick through it.

“Hey, how much do we want to leave him?”

“Just enough to piss standing up.”

Nothing more was said. Jason’s face was already warped in pain...he was beyond grasping most of his cock was about to be taken from him as well. He’d notice. Eventually.

In less than two minutes his fear hardened dick was surrounded, suppressed by a torturous green piece of hard rubber causing the shaft to deform, bend where the pressure was applied.

One last thing…. It had to come from Robin and it did. In a voice that was a command, “Frank, get up, fuck him, remind him of what his career will be...remember, the two bit whore? Your last chance to screw the shit out of him….take it, do it…..think of how he screwed you over.

Frank was standing, cock hard and getting that angry hard men get when it’s not about sex, it’s about inflicting the pain they want them to feel. It’s not

quite revenge, this was just about pain he wanted to give him as he walked around the hanging man that had once been his.

Jason was so tautly stretched that when Frank sank into him, the noose swung a bit forward clamping down just enough to begin to close his wind pipe. Who cared? It was what it should have been, a brutal fuck, almost a rape but over too quickly. He walked back around still drooling cum. Stopped, ran his finger through it then swung his hand causing the gooey stuff to slap into Jason’s face. His mouth was gagged so Frank took a finger and rubbed it all over him. He stepped away then back, leaning over, he grabbed the handle on the ratchet and gave it a full turn….Just one more, just one and Jason would be dead.

We all sat there, silently, unmovingly, our eyes fixated on his ball sac now beginning to run the rainbow of reds that, finally, in some hours, would become black and then they’d be just bits of fibrous tissue hanging in a dead piece of flesh….

No point in waiting for that; We knew what would happen so, casually, everyone their cigar in their mouth, we wandered out leaving Robin to pronounce whatever words he would, if he even bothered. I could hear the click of the ratchet and wondered. The only other sound was that of a light switch turning off and the door closing. Like all good executions, when something vital is killed, it would happen in the dark-only men die in the light and what we were killing was no man.

My kid came to me, put his arm around my back, took my stogie, got a puff,  put it back. Pulled himself closer.

“Did you?”

“Backed it a bit. Remember when Mel Gibson got cut then pulled apart by horses? That’s how a man dies. What we’re killing in there is just his manhood….. We walked on for a bit.

“Bull?”

“I guess we both know that things are going to change a lot aren’t they.”

“Been thinking that myself. What say we don’t bother to go home, just chuck the Lincoln, buy a truck or a Jeep and get on with our lives. I bet Carl and Shay wouldn’t mind if we made this home base for a while.”

“Fuck, it’s gonna be worth sticking around until Evan gets here just to see what they find in that heap of boxes next….What about Frank?”

“Yeah, Frank. Just for now, that’s a question we can’t answer but here’s one for you….How much did that turn you on?”

“Bull, I woulda pulled him down and put myself up there….”

I held him closer, kissed the top of his head. Hey, sometimes you have to be a father…..while you’re looking for the strap.

On to Part Six. Evan meets the gang, Sean makes movies, Carl and Shay make some interesting discoveries while Dad and Son work out….