Date: Sun, 6 Feb 2011 13:59:59 -0400 From: Chris Johns Subject: Brett and Daniel Pt.3 The summer was over, the nights were drawing in and the chill of autumn was on the land. Brett knew that Daniel only had a light summer coat on when he ran away, so now he would be feeling the cold, and that made Brett even more depressed. He took to wandering through the woods near the village almost every day. When he came across the derelict and abandoned cottage in the woods he searched it thoroughly, thinking it was the kind of place Daniel might hide, but there was nothing to indicate recent occupancy. If only he had found the trapdoor that led down to the cellar, his anxiety would have been over. He spent even more hours in the church, sometimes working on odd woodworking jobs but mainly praying for Daniel's safe return. Maria's grave was as beautiful as it was possible to make it. Brett had planted an abundance of bulbs that would grow and bloom in the spring, and he wondered if he and Daniel would be looking at them together. November brought unseasonably heavy frosts and a cold deep enough for February. The result for Brett was that he cried himself to sleep, when he slept, but he slept little, getting more and more haggard as lack of it and not eating took their toll. On the night of the 15th. November, Brett was almost suicidal. The next day Daniel would be sixteen and he could then live with Brett forever if he wanted to. At midnight, he could stand it no longer. He needed to talk to someone who would understand his loss. Wandering down to the graveyard in a heavy winter coat he was already shivering before walking through the gate. He made his way across to Maria's grave. She would understand, he could talk to her, after all, they shared a great love didn't they, Daniel? He couldn't believe what his ears were hearing, or his sight was seeing as he got closer to the grave. A sobbing boy was clinging to the gravestone. Brett bent to touch him before speaking but he wasn't ready for the reaction, Daniel was up and running before Brett could even think. The moon light showed him running for the main gate to the church and at last Brett reacted, shouting at the top of his voice. "Please Daniel, don't run. I love you, please come home." Daniel slowed his pace, indecisive after hearing Brett's plea. "You are sixteen Daniel, you can stay with me forever. Please come home, I want to love you and look after you." Daniel stopped completely, turned slowly and looked at Brett who was walking towards him with tears streaming down his face. "I love you so much, please let me look after you." In little more than a whisper Daniel replied. "I love you too, but I don't want to go into care." "You won't have to. Today is the 16th. and you are sixteen. You can stay with me forever if you want to." Reaching for him and taking him in his arms, Brett realised the boy was as bony as he had been before. "Oh my love what have you done to yourself? Where have you been?" Not waiting for an answer, he just picked him up in his arms and took him home. A bath, two large platefuls of a thick soup with loads of fresh farm bread and then to bed. Two supremely happy young men curled up together and slept. The next morning two huge breakfasts were devoured in between gentle caresses and soft kisses. Daniel knew by the time his tummy was full that he would have a home here forever with someone who loved him. A smile as wide as Africa on his face, Brett said, "I think you might find some clean clothes in your room that you ought to put on or I'm going to eat you." Daniel looked down at himself first and then Brett. Both were in sleep shorts and both were sporting very erect penises, then he giggled and Brett joined him. He scampered off to his room with Brett watching him and thinking. `He is beautiful already, but when we have put some meat on him I'll never be able to keep my hands off him.' The police were informed so that they could close their file and Brett, with Daniel in tow called on the vicar. "He's home Father, and this time he'll stay. He is sixteen today." Both young men were grinning as the Father thanked his God for delivering Daniel to the man who loved him. "I know you will be good for each other. Brett, I will talk to the headmaster at the school and we'll see about getting Daniel back into education after he has recovered enough to want it." "Give us a few weeks Father, Daniel is very undernourished again. Let me build him up. I'll do some work with him as well." Father Howard knew that both his young men would be good for and to each other and that whatever the church preached about homosexuality, he was sure God would love these two, Brett for his innate goodness and Daniel for his beauty and innocence. The rebuild for both young men was rapid. They were so in love with each other and so eager to be fit and healthy again. Huge quantities of food were consumed and Brett's gym had never seen so much activity. They worked out almost every day, and when they weren't working out Brett was educating his little lover. Within a few weeks, Daniel was doing basic programming as well as being brought up to scratch in other core subjects. Brett had a beautiful library, well stocked with all the classics and many modern authors. "You might as well stay home until the new term Danny, I'm sure I can do more work with you than your teachers would. I'll get your syllabus from the headmaster and we'll work through it to have you ready for the new term after Christmas." A new passport for Daniel and his first Christmas present was a Caribbean Cruise. Brett thoroughly spoilt him so that by the time they arrived home Daniel had designer clothes and a designer watch that would make him the envy of his friends. Within a couple of weeks they had started the exploration of their sexuality. For Brett, that was the icing on the cake. Daniel was such an enthusiastic lover, lapping up Brett's attention like a puppy with a new master. Daniel had no money of his own, but his Christmas present to Brett was to invite him to take his cherry. Brett was very apprehensive this first time, Daniel was still quite small for sixteen and Brett had a penis to match his six foot height. Eight inches long and quite thick, he knew he would have to be so gentle, but he did it. The result of their first coupling was a bucket of happy tears from Daniel and a state of euphoria with Brett that lasted the remainder of the cruise. Daniel had found it so hard to wait for Brett to make the first move towards penetrative sex. He had seen Brett naked and erect many times. The body was superb, and so sexy, he had loved their lovemaking. It was wonderful to run his hands over the hard muscle that Brett had worked so hard on. He knew that Brett loved his little body as well so he wasn't upset that he still looked like a 12 year old. Home again and Daniel started school. He was one year behind his peers, but he was so small he didn't look out of place. His happiness rubbed off and he was soon bringing friends back to the house. Brett was showing the pride of a father, and of a lover in Daniel's progress. G.C.S.Es completed satisfactorily and on to `A' Levels. Father Howard bathed in the glorious happiness of these two young men and always had a special word with them after church on Sunday's. Paradise started to look a little shaky as Daniel entered his senior year. Brett didn't see it or didn't want to, but the vicar did. Daniel started to run with a bad crowd, too many drugs and too much booze, and their meeting place always appeared to be Brett's house. Father Howard was more concerned than Brett appeared to be so he said nothing. One particular boy always appeared to be at the house and was eating supper with them most nights as well. The next thing Brett was confronted with was the same boy at breakfast in the mornings. "Like to tell me what's going on with Damien, Danny?" "Yeah, his old man threw him out when he found out he was gay, so I've invited him to stay here for a little while until he gets sorted out. That's ok Brett isn't it?" Brett could refuse his lover nothing so he nodded his assent. Soon Damien's boyfriend had moved in as well, and in a very short time Brett had no spare bedrooms. "Danny, this is getting out of hand, these boys need to move on. This place is being treated like a hotel, and the only room not looking like a tip is my study. John's wife can't keep up with this and has given notice. I'll never replace her so we need to restore the status quo so that I can get her back." "Don't worry Brett, we'll start clearing up ourselves now." They didn't, and Daniel was so good at getting round Brett that Brett now came in from his workshop and retired to his study rather than make a fuss. The drugs situation got worse and Daniel was so spaced out a lot of the time that he hardly knew what was going on around him. Brett was offered the opportunity to lecture computer science classes at the local college, and jumped at it, just to get out of the house. He also bought an apartment in town looking at the idea of sleeping their some nights when he had first lectures in the mornings. Daniel didn't appear to mind and started treating Brett like a visitor when he came to the house. Brett had locked his study, and made it clear to Daniel that it was taboo to go in when he was away. It was a room he had lavished an inordinate amount of care and money on. He took to sleeping at the flat and only coming home at weekends for church. The house became like a pig sty and still he put up with it as long as his study was sacrosanct. The rooms were littered with beer cans and empty spirit bottles. Many of the carpets were beyond redemption so he felt it was a waste of time to make a fuss. Eventually he stopped coming home at all. Early summer he needed some books from his study and returned to the house. He hadn't seen Daniel for weeks and telephone conversations were always cut short. Daniel appeared to have too much to do to talk to Brett. That was when the crunch came, just after final exams were over. Household bills had got out of hand, with large sums now being spent on booze and cigarettes as well as food. Returning to the house Brett entered the Hall and could have cried. The beautiful tiled entrance hall floor was now covered in a cheap linoleum of some kind and all the walls had been painted a dark brown. A boy wandered out of the lounge to see who had come in, grinned at Brett and said, "The graffiti was so bad Danny made us paint over it." Brett looked at the study door that had been broken and he found several boys sitting round in side. One was carving his initials on Brett's rosewood desk, and the silk carpet was littered with cigarette butts and burns where they had been stubbed out. Some of his books were scattered around having been pulled from the cases and not replaced. "I would appreciate it if you would all get out of here, and does anyone know where Daniel is?" "We ain't going nowhere mister. Daniel says we can stay as long as we like, and I expect he's in bed again so he won't care anyway." Brett went upstairs looking for Daniel. He found him, naked on their bed with some guy he had never seen before fucking his brains out. Daniel saw him enter the room and just waved at him before getting back to pleasing his lover as his arse was reamed out. Brett was devastated, how had he let things get this bad? He ran from the house straight to John Smith's house. John's Company was the local removals firm. "John, I'm sorry to burst in on you like this but when can you next have a removals team at my house?" John knew from his wife that Brett's beautiful mansion was now little better than a squat. He checked his diary and moved a booking to another van leaving him clear the next day. "I can clear a space for you tomorrow Brett. How big a van do you need?" "Just a small one John, but I'd like your best team because we are going to sift through the rubbish to salvage what is any good." John winced, the house had been Brett's pride and joy when he bought it and completed the makeover at vast expense. The next day the team moved in. Brett looked at the gardens as he was entering the house. He had lovingly landscaped these. His two beautifully restored sports cars were burnt out hulks in the middle of the lawns that had been turned into a race track, tearing up the grass and the flower beds. The library was the first stop inside the house. "All the books John, that aren't damaged. Make a note of the damaged ones for me to replace. Everything in the desk drawers as well." Brett was walking round looking at the furniture. The desk chair was the only piece of furniture not ruined and the pictures were intact. The lounge was next and Brett found some of the paintings slung in a corner undamaged, along with his bronzes, The walls were graffiti covered, the same in the dining room, but none of the furniture was worth taking. All of his beautiful bone china was broken but his crystal glass was intact. He guessed they never used glasses, just drank from bottles and tins. The dining suite was mostly wrecked where it looked as though it had been systematically destroyed in an orgy of destruction. Most of the kitchen equipment was as new because no one cooked. "I know it's all fitted in John, but just rip out the major appliances and any unused equipment, we'll install it in a new kitchen one day. My workshop needs to be stripped of all equipment as well." Some of the boys watched what was happening but never said anything. John's team had finished in a little over four hours. It was a sorry haul from such a large house. Many ornaments and bronzes had survived, most of the pictures and books but not a lot else. "Put it in your stores John, I'll think about what to do with it another time. I'll drop in to see you in a little while." Brett went up stairs next and looked in all the bedrooms, finding the same level of mess as the remainder of the house. In the master bedroom he found Danny, and a different man to yesterday, this one had him doggy fashion fucking him again, and Brett noted, bareback. "I pray to God, Danny, that none of these men have HIV or AIDS." Danny rolled away from his partner and looked blearily at Brett. "I've moved all my gear out. I've also stopped all household accounts at the local stores. Electricity, gas and telephone will be cut off within the hour. I'll have a tenancy agreement drawn up for you to sign and then you can live here in shit for as long as you like. Your rent will be one penny per year, and I'll pay the first ten years for you. I hope you'll be happy." With that he turned and left. The tears were streaming down his face as he walked out of the house. Several of the boys saw him and called him a cry baby. He didn't care. Life as he knew it was over. Two wonderful years with the most beautiful lover he could imagine was now finished. He knew he would still love Danny forever, but he realised he didn't actually like him anymore. What he had become was something wanton and drugged. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Things certainly can't get worse for Brett in the next chapter.