Date: Sat, 26 Nov 2022 15:46:39 +0000 (GMT)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: After Inverthrum - Chapter 5

After Inverthrum by badboi666

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Chapter 5

When all the spunk had been found and consumed (some took longer to vanish
as it leaked slowly from various arses) Robert said that we needed to talk,
"the five of us, before we go back to the others".  "Can we eat first?"
said Andy, "being fucked as well as that makes me hungry." "Not yet, little
one," said David softly, "I don't think you'll have to wait long," and he
laid himself back on the bed with Andy in his arms. "Mmm, I like this,"
murmured the boy, snuggling even closer.

David was sitting on the side of the bed, his knees apart and his cock -
still half-hard and red - hanging between his legs. He saw me looking at
it. "There will be plenty of time later, I promise, Stewart." He exchanged
a tiny nod with Robert, who mouthed "you".

"OK, this is what we - Robert and I - think is what's happening. The other
four - the two old ones and the two younger ones - are a settled
group. They've lived together for ages. Seb and Dodo found they loved each
other before they were your age, Stewart, and they found the others, as Seb
told you earlier. We have only known them since they met us in
Newcastle. They hired us to take them to Inverthrum. Once we get them to
where they want to go we will go on to Newcastle. At least, that was the
plan when the six of us set out. Robert and I think that it's not that
simple any more." He paused, and as he expected Andy filled the gap.

"Why not?"

"You, Andy, you and Finn. You heard what Stewart and he said to each
other. Do you both mean it, now that your cocks have calmed down? Is it
still real?" I reached across to Finn. "Of course it is." Finn's grin and
his vigorous nodding made words irrelevant. "Well then, that's
good. Stewart and Finn are a couple and wherever one goes so will the
other. Right?" "Yes, David. I love him and I trust him to keep me safe
until I can shoot as well as he can." Robert asked how good I was. Until
then I'd kept the tales of my killing to myself. "I put a shot through a
deer's eye at 300 paces." That seemed good enough: my two dozen and more
dead men would stay hidden. Finn squeezed my hand. "That's not all," he
whispered. "Not now," I whispered back.

Robert took over. "Andy, it's your turn. You told me things yesterday. How
you felt about me and David. Are you as sure now as you were then?"

Andy went red. No-one moved; the moment was Andy's. "Yes," he whispered,
"but I can't feel the same way about both of you. Can I?" Robert held him
tight and whispered something in his ear. Andy wriggled round so that he
was sitting on Robert's belly looking into his eyes. "I don't see why not,
Andy," he said gravely. "You don't have to choose. David and I will stick
together whatever happens and I think having a sparky sexy 14-year-old
along with us will make life more interesting. And if he loves us as much
as we love him - yes, Andy, we both love you - then life is going to be
good." Andy leant forward. His lips found Robert's. A few seconds later
Robert broke away to kiss the tears before returning to the tongue music.

"I think that's settled, don't you?" said David happily. "How do you feel
about it, Finn? He's your friend, after all." Finn said that he was as
happy for Andy and he was for himself and me. "The only thing that's not
settled is where we're all going after we leave here. Are we going to stay
five? I feel a lot safer in a bigger group. After all, my luscious body
will exhaust Stewart from time to time and who will keep us save while he
gets his strength back?"

David laughed. "I think that's settled then. The nine of us go on to
Arbroath and we discuss plans with the other four there. If we make good
time it will take only two days. "Two nights," I heard Finn say to
himself. "Mmm," I agreed, "and one of them starts as soon as we've eaten."

*****

That night, for the first time, Finn and I made love. The fucking we'd done
before, and done thoroughly and delightfully, paled: love made all the
difference. While everything in the outside was going downhill, life in our
bed, in our hearts, was insulated, joyful, safe. I was 20 and had seen -
and meted out - horrors; Finn, my Finn, my adorable silly warm loving Finn,
was still only 14. I knew I would protect him from the worst things, but at
the same time I knew that he needed to be able to do the things I had had
to learn to do when I was even younger than that. Oh, Stewart, what a
confusion love makes in men's souls!

*****

By the time we arrived in Arbroath two days later it was obvious that the
five of us were going to stay together - a pair and a group of three, but a
unit. We three older ones had tacitly agreed that what would happen when we
got there was a subject to be avoided until then. For all any of us knew
the four oldies might have plans which included us. The subject was avoided
as we travelled on, and avoided as we stopped the following night at a
little place called Letham. "We stopped here on the way to find you," said
Dodo, "it was our first night and we had no idea how we would be
received. The boys blew the trumpet, but no-one came to stand across the
road. We wouldn't learn that that was the usual way of confronting
strangers until Kirriemuir the next day. As you can see, it's deserted."
"It's not just deserted, Dodo, it's practically destroyed," said Eric,
"burned out." I could see the desolation all round and I decided to have a
look.

"We stopped in the school," said Seb, "it still had a roof and enough
shelter. Grass for the horses too. That's where we'll stay tonight." He
turned to me. "It's to the south of the village, or what's left of
it. Don't take any risks, Stewart, will you? You're important." Finn's
blush lit up the sky. "Aha!" cried Dodo, "I detect news." I couldn't leave
Finn to explain, so I merely put my arms round him and simply said
"yes. Since yesterday." I kissed him; his response as all the evidence that
might have been needed to show that my importance was far greater to him
that it might have been to Seb.

"Come on, Tiger, let's see what we can find out," I said. "Only if there
are three of you," said Dodo, "David, you go too. Make sure nobody creeps
up on them if they suddenly need a fuck." David and I grinned; Finn's face
was now scarlet. "Don't let him get to you," I whispered, "he's just
jealous that he hasn't got a frisky 14-year-old to warm his bed. "I heard
that," said Dodo with a smile, "I did, but like me he's not 14 any more."
Seb put his arm out. "I miss him too."

The three of us left the rest of them to settle the horses and see to the
meal. "I want to find out what happened here," I said. We went to what must
have been the centre of the village. The houses on all the corners of the
roads were just piles of rubble, and piles of rubble with a healthy
covering of weeds. "This happened a long time ago," I said. "That tree is
at least 20 years old. My guess is that the people who lived here pulled
these houses down so that there could have a better field of fire against
anyone attacking along any of these roads. Look - there's no cover for
hundreds of metres apart from the other houses. And if they are filled with
defenders then this is a strong place. But it's deserted, and has been for
at least 20 years. Did you look in any of the houses when you were here
before?" David shook his head. "No, it was our first night on the road and
we didn't want to take any risks. Getting to Inverthrum was more important
than anything else. Besides it was getting dark." I nodded. "OK, but it's
different now. Kirriemuir was full of people who seemed healthy and
confident that they were safe, yet here only a day's ride away it's
deserted. Don't you want to know why?" It was Finn who said yes. "Come on
then, we'll look in some of the houses."

The houses nearest the village centre were the most damaged, but as we
moved along the road what was most obvious was the burning. Why? I
wondered. I saw a house, maybe 500 metres from the centre, which seemed
less derelict. "I'll go in. You two stay here in case the floor collapses
and you have to dig me out." "No," said Finn, but I was already in. "He
knows what he's doing, Finn, and he's bloody good at it. You have to learn
to let him go on being what he is," said David. I smiled as I heard him.

Inside there was no sign of life - no discarded weapons, no barricaded
furniture. I went upstairs and found what I was expecting. Two long-dead
bodies, skeletons almost, in tattered clothes on the bed. An old man and
his wife, I guessed. They hadn't been fighters, defending the village, but
had at least died together in their bed. I went closer and my suspicion was
right. They had each been shot: one bullet in the temple. This wasn't the
death that invaders would have inflicted; this was mercy. I went back to
the other two and quickly told them what I had found. Finn was
aghast. "Finn, Finn, it's just what I did back home. You can't let the old
suffer the kind of horrific death that would have happened. Either
starvation or brutality from jillies or whoever. No - quick and
painless. It's the most loving thing you can do." He swallowed. "I know. It
takes time to get used to it though." I cuddled him. "Poor you, having to
face so much that's hellish so young." That did the trick. "Fuck the `so
young' thing!" Good lad," said David and turning to me, "what now?"

"Another house. They can't all have been old." We went along a side street
and I chose a house at random. It had been burnt, but not completely
gutted. "I want to come with you," said Finn. "Sure? There might be more
bodies." He nodded, "it's now or never." "OK," and I squeezed his
shoulder. "Keep one pace behind me. David, you stay outside."

Inside it was quite different from the other house. There were signs that
defenders had been here - mattresses, plates, empty bottles and - most
telling - weapons. Machine guns and ammunition, rusty but still there,
waiting for the defenders to return. "Upstairs," I said softly. "Why are we
whispering?" I shrugged. I knew perfectly well why - you whisper as a
matter of respect if there are bodies upstairs.

But there weren't. The house was empty. So was the next house, and the
next. Each had the same signs of having been defended. It was the fifth
which gave us the history of Letham.

Among the usual stuff - rusty guns, ammunition - on the kitchen table was a
dusty notebook. As soon as I read the first few lines I knew that our
search was over. "This is gold, and we have to get it back to the others."
"What's in it?" asked Finn. "I don't know, but I'm guessing it's a diary of
what happened. It starts with a date - 17 May 2077 - and that fits in with
the tree and the weeds. Come on, I promise we'll look at it when we're all
together, after we've eaten." I put the diary in my pocket.

Although the three of us were keen to find out what the diary would reveal
we managed to contain our excitement until the meal was done. "Well," said
Seb, "you can tell us now, Stewart, whatever it was. I can see you've got
news. What did you find?" I'd had a quick look at the diary while the food
was being prepared. It ran to several pages. I would have to read it out,
rather than read it myself and give the rest of them the gist of it.

"A diary. It was on the table in the last house along with weapons, so it
was left for someone to find. The wanted whoever came after to know what
had happened here. I've read only the first few lines, but from that and
what we found I think it's going to be grim. Let's get something to drink
first." Robert produced a bottle of the whisky we'd brought from Lairg and
filled a glass for the older ones. "Andy and Finn too," I said, "they can
add some water if they want, but it's time they were allowed to be treated
like the rest of us." Andy gave me a grateful grin. Water was added. We all
settled down, drink in hand.

"I am Gordon MacHarg, the head teacher in the Letham School. It is 17 May
2077. We believe the village is likely to be attacked in the next few
days. Occasional gunfire has come from east, south and west in the last 24
hours, but though we've sent out scouts they haven't seen anyone. Last
summer the same thing happened and six, maybe eight, jillies - well-armed
with machine guns and grenades - attacked early one morning. They killed
several villagers before we could mount any resistance, but we were able to
kill four and capture one. The rest disappeared.

"Our prisoner was a lad of about 17, and he was understandably
terrified. He was manhandled by two of ours - Stan and Malcolm - and his
bruised face and black eye were obviously recent. Our chief, Sandy, made
them sit him down and told him that we wanted information. Who were they?
Why had they attacked us? Would they come back? He said nothing, so Sandy
nodded to Malcolm who slapped him a bit more. I hate the treatment we have
to mete out, but I hate failing to protect the village even more. One slap
was enough. They came from Dundee where there was bitter inter-gang warfare
for scarce resources like food. Their leader was one of the dead ones, and
the lad had no idea whether, without a leader, the few that had run away
would have a second try. 'But you've got plenty of food, so I think they
will. But not soon. We need a bloody army to beat you lot.' It was the grin
as much as what he'd said that made Stan step forward and break his neck.

"We took his threat seriously, and over the next few weeks we pulled down
the houses guarding the cross-roads in the centre of the village and made
as clear a line of fire as we could. The folk whose houses were pulled down
weren't too happy, but they were all given accommodation with other
families further away from where the fighting was likely to be. And then
... nothing happened. Nothing until last night when the firing started.

"We'd made careful plans and each approach road to the village was either
blocked with the rubble from the houses we'd pulled down, or manned by four
men - boys, some of them - with road blocks which could be pulled aside. We
waited.

*****

"I wrote that 36 hours ago. Since then we've been attacked from three
directions by at least 40 men. Eleven of ours are dead and there are
several of the invaders' bodies in the streets - eight at least, and there
may be more out of sight. They have what seem to be anti-tank weapons - God
knows where they got them as there haven't been armies with tanks since the
Electric War ages ago. Whatever they are they destroy houses and set them
on fire easily enough. No-one was counting the explosions, but there were
at least fifty. It's been quiet since dark - it's an hour after midnight
now - and in their shoes I'd be attacking again from the east half an hour
before dawn. Should we get all our men to the east? I think it has to be
like that. If they're clever enough to think we'll react to that and they
all march in from the west then we're doomed. Toss a coin, Gordon ... the
east it is. I wish Sandy was still alive.

*****

"I was lucky. They came in a bunch and we got virtually all of them. Our
machine guns were serving us well. 17 dead and three who got away. I say 17
dead. If anyone reads this honesty compels me to say that the gunners got
13 as they were approaching and Willie had to finish off the four who were
writhing on the ground. Three of them were just boys too - 16, 17? But a
12-year-old can fire a gun, so he takes the risk if it goes wrong. I hope
we've seen the last of them. They can't reinforce themselves, surely.

*****

"It's 29 May now, and it's been quiet since the last lot. Until this
morning. The roaring of engines gradually coming closer, from east, south
and west. I'd not heard a sound like that since I was a boy forty years
ago: there hadn't been engines of any size since then. Just converted
tractors, that kind of thing. But these were much louder, and the villagers
were terrified.

*****

"Why they spared me I have no idea. Perhaps if there was a survivor the
tale of their terror would spread to other isolated villages. If so, this
diary is all they will achieve. My injury will never heal - it's too deep -
so I must make use of the short time till I die to record the horror. The
engines were tanks - tanks! - of which I'd only ever seen pictures in books
as a boy. Three of them, one on each road, evil-looking brutes, their huge
guns firing at houses, blowing them to smithereens. They had machine guns
in them as well, and these were firing at anyone who could be seen. When
they were a few hundred metres from the crossroads they stopped and a cover
opened on each one. Three jillies emerged and they walked without a care to
the crossroads. They much have felt that if there was anyone left alive
they would be too frightened to shoot at them. This was a mistake as a
single shot came from behind one of them, and he dropped like a stone. The
other two ran to take shelter in the piles of rubble.

"'Come out and surrender. You'll be treated well,' shouted one of them. Two
men slowly came out of the house from where the shot had come, their hands
in the air. 'Good,' said the jilly in charge, 'come here'. The two men
walked carefully up to where the two jillies, now in the middle of the
road, were waiting for them. 'Are you the only ones?' No answer. 'I'll ask
again, are you the only ones?' Still no answer. Fifteen seconds later their
throats had been cut.

"'You will all be treated like that if you don't come out and surrender to
us now,' bellowed one of them. That was when I and the rest of the
villagers came out of our hiding places. There must have been over 80 of
us. The minister, who had led the village ever since the outside world
became hostile, stepped forward, his hands in the air. 'What do you want?'
he said, 'take what you need but don't kill any more of us. Killing us
won't feed you.' The jilly smiled. 'No, but it will please us. Once you're
dead we can take what we want.' I had a good look at him: he must have been
about 16. Old enough to have seen and inflicted horror; too young to have
learnt compassion.

"'Take them all to the field over there,' (he pointed to the school
grounds) and stay in a group. 'You,' he said, pointing at me, 'stay
here'. It took quarter of an hour for them all to assemble, as so many of
my pupils had assembled, in the school field. The jillies watched
smiling. The younger one licked his lips. I was desperate so to break the
silence I asked the first thing that came into my head. 'Where did you find
tanks?' The leader glared at me. 'None of your fucking business.' The
younger one had a different view - he wanted to show off to his
prisoner. 'We took 'em. Killed the buggers in 'em. Well, not at once. We
made one of 'em show us how to drive 'em. Then the Boss - the one you cunts
shot just now - cut 'is throat for 'im.' If the Boss was dead then these
two were going to seek revenge. I hoped it would be quick.

"'Come on. You can see what we do. You make sure that the countryside knows
we're in charge now. we'll be back, don't worry,' and the three of us
walked slowly to where the villagers were waiting. Waiting like cattle,
although cattle are spared the knowledge that they are about to die. It
didn't take long. 20, maybe 30 seconds of machine gun fire. The jillies
enjoyed their work - I noticed that they both had erections when they had
finished. 'Well, that's it,' said the leader half a second before his head
was blown in half by a shot from the school. Half a second later his
colleague was on the ground with a large hole where his stomach had been. I
knew than who had been waiting in the school. Hector. Hector who had spent
years carving notches in the lead bullets so that when he found a target
they would expand and cause devastating damage. So devastating that a piece
of it hit me in the leg. Hector and I were all that was left.

"I limped over the school. There was no point in seeing if anyone else was
alive. Hector was at the door, his gun in his hand.  'Aye, Gordon, I got
the bastards,' and he fell forward, blood pouring from a wound in his
side. 'One of them got me when they started firing half an hour ago. I was
stupid, out in the field.' That was the last thing he said. There was no
point in wishing that he'd fired his bloody gun two minutes earlier. I
crawled here to my house and started to write it all down."

*****

There was silence. Although the horror had been nearly thirty years earlier
it still shocked us. It was Seb who finally broke the silence. "This can't
have been typical. If it had been we'd have heard tales about it from the
places we've stopped at, and they've always been accepting of strangers
travelling though. Friendly sometimes." Dodo pointed out that they had left
19 years before what had happened in Letham. "None of us knew what was
happening in bits of the country more than a dozen miles away." It must
have been really difficult to adjust from what sounded like a comfortable
life, with no murdering jillies, to the darkness that was all that I - or
my Finn, or Andy - had ever known.

I opened my arms and Finn rushed to me. He was shaking. "We'll be safe,
won't we, Stewart?" It wasn't a moment for doubt. "Of course we will.
Finn. I'll make sure of that." Over his head I could see Robert and David
exchange a smile. I smiled too. I hadn't expected to be able to smile half
an hour earlier.

When we went to bed that night the love-making was the tenderest and most
loving that Finn or I had experienced. It was pretty vigorous too - we each
came three times. "I can't remember if I told you I love you," he whispered
after the second time I came - in his mouth at his request. "You've told me
a hundred times," I whispered. "I wasn't talking to you," he said with a
giggle, "I was talking to your cock."

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The fun continues in Chapter 6 as we decide what to do in Arbroath.

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