Date: Sun, 7 Feb 2010 23:37:16 -0700
From: dnrock@rock.com
Subject: Jason Adonis 25

Jason Adonis
by:  dnrock(dnrock@rock.com)


25:  Business as Usual?

Drew had fixed up a web cam in my bedroom and Darko had one built into his
laptop.  The kid was learning fast and we often chatted with each other.
Kirk, Penny and Sasha frequently joined him.  He liked seeing us on the
cam.  I think he was reassured it was really one of us writing to him, when
he could see our faces and the words at the same time.  He was learning
German at a phenomenal rate, that is good, I though.  All the kids liked
chatting with us on line and I could see they were not only comfortable in
this new place but they looked bright and healthy.  It was almost time for
Klass et al. to visit, the children's excitement was visible.

.......................

"Hare Director let me restate, I want to be sure I understand.  Darko's
hearing may be at least partly restored, if we can act quickly enough.
That means in the next few weeks, otherwise the damage might be permanent.
The Zurich and Bern people tell you the best place to have this done is in
Rochester, at the Mayo; the only person experienced in this procedure is
Datta, he works out of the Mayo.  They will not commit to doing it in time.
They claim to be booked solid.  Is that the essence?"

"Ja, das is ist." (yes, that is it)

"Do you accept that, is their no one else who can do this?"

"No, I do not accept it but what choice do we have, Datta is the only one
who has done this before, on a child?"

"I don't accept it either.  I will make Datta an offer he can not refuse.
I may have to pull a few rabbits out of the hat, (another Klassism) but I
will.  Just get the boy ready to fly here with Klass, on his February
visit.  Make sure all his records are sent ahead, directly to Datta, copy
to me, copy with Klass and see that Smitwit has all his papers in order,
for US and Canadian, immigration."

"I suppose Dr. Manas Datta is a friend of yours or you have dirty pictures
of him."  with a little chuckle in his voice.

"No not a friend, no pictures either, I only met him a few times.  We were
both at Harvard, he and I belong to the same fraternity, the Delta, Delta,
Delta.  Oh yes, did you talk to him or to someone else at the Mayo?"

"Not him but the chief of neurological sugary.  We are also very certain
that any delay beyond three weeks, is to long.  We had the best ultrasound
and MRI/PET/CAT people in Europe looking at the data."

"I will be back to you as soon as possible, in the mean time, William and
Stan will take over the organization and budgets.  Do you think Ms. O
should accompany him?"

"Yes but you know how dedicated she is, I'm not sure she will."

"She will if you tell her she must, she is obligated to do what is in
Darko's best interest.  The Foundation will not flounder if she is away for
a week or two.  Anyway, I will leave that decision to you and her.  You
could suggest that she goes on her own or Ed will just pick her up and
strap her in a seat.  Now he might just enjoy that, as I understand it, she
was quite tough on him."

"As I remember, he was hard to handle in those days."

"Is that why he became your house boy?"  he did not answer, I knew he would
not and did not expect an answer.  Ms. O would be by Darko's side.

Things were moving fast, this would test our organizational and budgeting
skills.  I had a number of conversations with Dr. Datta.  He confirmed, his
facilities inability to react on such short notice was true.  It was not
the lack of a bed or operating room but the shortage of staff, his surgical
team would be 15, highly trained and skilled professionals, along with the
most modern diagnostic tools and so on.

"Manas, if I can make all other arrangements, are you willing to treat my
little friend?"  I knew he could only answer one way.

"Yes, of course, but..."

"Just leave the buts to me.  Name your time and put it in your appointment
book."

"I can do that, however I can not speak for my team some of who are in
other cities, one in Canada."

"Fax or E-mail me your physical requirements, a list of the qualified
people you need, where they are of course, and if you have any alternative
persons and leave the rest to us."  We talked a lot longer about the
details.  While we talked, E-mails began arriving with long attachments and
the fax machine came alive and began spitting out pages and pages.

"Jason, I know why I am willing to go along with you on this enterprise but
I need to ask, why are you doing this?"

"The short answer, it is the right thing to do."

"Rupert told me that would be your answer."

"The long answer is: I held a terribly, frightened and traumatized little
boy in my arms, to comfort him.  When I saw the scars on his head and
realized his hearing loss was the result of some adult's abuse of trust and
power; I resolved, to do what ever it took, to make that right.  I guess,
this is what it takes.  What I have not told anyone before... I must invoke
the delta cubed code here," The delta cubed code is a solum obligation of
silence.  "When I get my hands on the adult or adults that hurt that boy,
even your surgical skills won't be able to save the bastards and get them I
will."

"Jason, I have no doubt of that.  Give me a day to contact the key people
on my list."

.....................

This period has been one emotional roller coaster, for all of us.  Stan and
Eric gave 110 percent.  Datta's people almost all signed on, everyone
refusing remuneration, those that could not, because of previous
commitments, were easily replaced.  The medical procedures were done at the
Hospital for Sick Children in Toronto.  It only took 12 hours and 3 teams
of surgeons and some real sophisticated imaging and computer technology.
Ed and Johan picked up most of those not from Toronto, brought them in and
took them home again.

This was a tense time.  The Challenger landed at TIA, having cleared
customs at Gander, Newfoundland with Darko, Drew, Sandra, Klass, Ziggy and
Ms. O.  We all came in on the red eye the night before, so were at TIA to
meet them.  Dr. Datta came in that afternoon to see Darko, ordered tests,
MRI's and so on.  Stan went to work right away with hospital admin, to
finalize the examination, testing and surgical schedule.  The poor kid was
being prodded, poked, scanned, photographed and just about anything that
could be done to him, was.

I was amazed at how calm and cool he seamed to be.  Darko never complained
or grumbled.  Drew had to pry him loose from Ms. O but once he realized,
one of us was always at hand he settled in.  The staff at the Children's
were just great.  They had experience with sick children and their needs.
Soon Darko was playing with the other kids in the common room, at the end
of the hall.  While all this was going on, I got Ziggy to brief me on his
directors meeting and the progress of the other three.

Sasha and Penny had settled in relatively well.  They had made friends and
he assured me would do well in this new environment.  I trusted Ziggy's
assessments more than the adult care givers, after all, he lived the
experience.  Sandra's gifts were more than appreciated.  The house dad,
made a special foot locker for her to keep all these new possessions in.
Kirk had E-mailed some pictures of all this, taken with his cell phone.  He
was still being just a bit protective toward her but Ziggy figured that was
OK.

Kirk was having some problems yet.  He had numerous bad dreams and was
still quite skeptical about adults.  He did seam to get along well enough
with the other boys and girls his age but had no friends.  Ziggy thought he
needed some kind of trust and team building program.  He would work on
that.

The board was being very conservative about expanding the program.  They
recognized that the number of infants was declining and that too many kids,
like this new four, were being lost in the shuffle.  The problem they had
was two fold, facilities and money.  Many of the children, offered by
government agencies were severally physically or mentally handicapped.  The
Foundation is not physically equipped or properly staffed for this, placing
them in the homes of our benefactors, is probably impossible, the state
just wants to off load its responsibility to privet agencies, as quickly
and cheaply as possible.  If we take state money they will want a large say
in our program.  I asked what the other clients (children) thought about
this.  Ziggy was in agreement with the board personally, the clients would
accept the handicapped children but were concerned about program
alterations and numbers.

Ok, I see everyone's point of view, none are wrong or right, some a bit
selfish or self-serving.  The Foundation has always been more boarding
school than warehouse, more of a big family than an institution.  The
economics were also against any quick changes.  Adoptions happened mostly
when children were babies, cute and house broken say 5 or 6 or as middle
teens, like my brothers and that was not common, on the long term.  Of all
ages their are about 150 clients, most between 8 and 16, about evenly split
boys and girls.  I would need to think this one through.  What no one will
articulate, is a strong desire to keep our clients european (in culture and
ethnicity), apolitical and a-religious.  In the past, a lot of eugenic
nonsense had worked its way into the board's and administrations, thinking.
This junk had been largely purged since the 1970's, as far as I can tell.

Darko was brave and stoic, in the run up to the operation.  He posed for
pictures with the medical staff and all of us.  On the morning of the
operation, he began to show a little more concern.  Drew, Ms. O and I were
in his room, as the nurses came to collect him.  We all walked to the
operating theater and Darko hugged and kissed each of us as he went in....

Our day was ordinary and without much enthusiasm.  At about the 10th hour
we all assembled back in at the hospital.  Reports were good.  As the
different teams finished, we were informed about how well things were
going.  Darko was brought to a recovery room.  We had a brief meeting with
Datta, who was completely bagged.  He told us things went better then he
thought it might and that we had been right to press the time panic button.
A few more weeks of scar tissue formation and permeant damage would have
occurred.  He noted, the trauma induced brain tumor, pressing on his audio
nerves was about to impact on the optical nerves.  Darko would wake up in a
short while, he will be out of it for sure but he should have some hearing
in one ear.  The remainder would come back over the next week.

Darko woke up with most of us in the room.  Oh he was still drugged and
"out of it" all right but he could hear again.  This was one happy kid, to
groggy to make any sense but for the first time in over a year, he could
hear.

.............................

Drew and I, lay on the floor sucking each other, it just seemed like a
great, and normal thing to be doing.  Hell it is a great and normal thing
to be doing.  Outside it was snowing.  We would each go down the others
shaft, as far as the pubic bone, using our throat muscles, tease the head
and then slowly suck with tight lips, up to the head, and almost all the
way off, before diving back down again, until we both began to quiver;
first the precome, finally coming into the waiting mouth of my boy lover
and his man.  The post ejaculation licking, and cleaning/swallowing was
just as much pleasure, as the blow job, itself.

We stayed the way we were, our faces buried in the others crotch, resting.
Drew held me close, and kissed me deeply, running his tongue into my mouth,
and tasting himself, along with my saliva. I kissed him back.

Drew sat down in the recliner, and held my chest to his chest, still
kissing and licking me.  Shifting my body up a bit, he licked, and lightly
bit my nipples, almost making me come again, and certainly giving me
another hard-on.  Then spreading my legs, one on each side of his, he let
me slide down his body until I felt his hard/soft/smooth cock head at my
hot anus.  Very, very slowly I found myself impaled on Drew's warm cock.
Inch by inch, with a long pause between each adjustment, until I had all
7'' (18 cm) in, and planted against my prostate.  I felt full, and secure,
and happy.  With my arms around Drew, his cock firmly inside, I was where I
wanted to be.

Lifting myself up, I began working Drew's cock with my ass muscles, first
with short strokes, then higher, and longer, faster.  Finally he stiffened
his whole body, and almost squeezed the breath out of me as he suddenly
thrust further up.  I could feel spurts of hot ejaculate filling his
condom, and I shot onto his belly at the same time.  We were slipping, and
sliding against each other as if we had greased.  I guess we were.

We lay together awhile, and just enjoyed being in each other's arms, taking
a shower.

"I wish I was going with you to Whitefish, instead of with dad."

"I know buddy but one of us should go with him and your the closest one to
Darko.  It's to bad Sandra can't go with you this time. "

"I know, I am needed and it feels good to be needed.  Eva and Klass make
good traveling companions.  Sandra wanted to come but her school has a
different break."

"I want you to spend a little time with Kirk when you get to the
Foundation.  Klass and Eva will be tied up at legal, for at least a half
day.  Do you mind?"

"Hell no, he's a nice kid.  Doesn't talk much though."

"I know but you need to get him to open up to the police.  They can't make
a case in Brussels without some better leads.  Why not tell him about your
birth mother's trial and your experience as a witness.  Don't push him,
just let him know you did what you had to do, so no one else would be hurt,
so the man she murdered could have justice.  Can you do that for me, for
those other kids that are probably being hurt right now?"

"Ya, I can do that.  Any progress in Romania?"

"Yes, the Romanians have arrested several people but don't tell Darko or
Sasha yet."

....................

"Apollo Bidis, how can I help you," he answered the phone.

"Mr. Bidis, I'm Jason Adonis, Trevor's older brother."

"Yes Mr. Adonis, has Trevor changed his mind?"

"Oh no, not in the least, that is not why I am calling at all, I am looking
forward to meeting you next week in Whitefish.  I thought it best to give
you a heads up: my brothers, except Drew, who has other obligations, have
all decided to accompany Trevor to Whitefish and ski, while he is working
with you.  I'm coming too."

"Well that sounds like a plan Mr. Adonis."

"No, please call me Jason and please don't tell Trevor that I called you, I
don't want him to think his older brother is messing in his personal life."

"I understand Jason, I'll keep it to myself, in fact I won't mention your
call to anyone else either."

"That's great Apollo, now I have taken the liberty of having my Chicago
office make a slight change in your accommodations.  We have rented the
large Chalet, just to the west of the main lodge, it will accommodate the 8
of us plus your group, hired cooks and Mrs. Newfeld to coordinate things.
I hope you don't mind my butting in on your project?"

"Well, no but..."

"Good, the Chalet has lots of rooms, so your lady friends can also stay, if
they choose and Mrs. Newfeld can be convinced."

"Well, that is very kind but I don't want you to..."

"Nonsense man, I insist, your comrades will love it and the place has
plenty of room.  Just look at it as part of our contribution to your
project.  I tend to spoil my brothers and their friends, not unlike you
spoil yours."  I wonder if he really knew how I spoil my brothers, probably
not.

"Ok, you got me, I was told Jason Adonis likes to spring surprises."

"About as much as Apollo Bidis does they tell me."  We laughed a lot and
chatted for a long time.  I wanted to give him some background about my
"little family" that the FBI guys could not possibly find out.  "You
already know what we look like, Trevor included his group portrait and
other pictures of us."

"And you have seen Brad, Bob and I on our web site, I'm sure.  I'll e-mail
you a shot or two of Jonas."

I like this fellow's style and I'm sure we will get along quite well.  We
agreed on arrival timing.  My Chicago office E-mailed him the telephone and
fax numbers, along with the high speed internet IP info for the chalet.  I
think he was impressed by our perceived efficiency.

I purchased three new Hummers, two bright yellow for us and a dark green
one for him.  I had the dealer park it in the driveway of his parents home,
with a big red bow around the hood.  The Hummer was on loan from our
Chicago based charity the Northwest Foundation.  It was his to use for the
next three years.  All he had to do was come to Chicago and give the
foundation two pictures taken in Illinois, which the NWF would donate to
the Chicago Art Institute.  After talking to Apollo I figured he would
provide more than the two requested.  The machine was insured, warranted,
licensed and full of gas.  The PPI people had told me he drove an old Jeep,
which looked like it would not last to much longer.  I though about them
breaking down on the way or something like that.  No this would not do, our
timing is far to tight for any nonsense like that.
.............................

Two bright yellow Hummers pulled up in front of the chalet and parked next
to a green one.  All eight of us piled in the front door of the Chalet.
Trevor was immediately recognizable, due to his height.  We were all
dressed in very sexy body hugging, ski outfits, each slightly different but
all the same general style, like a racing team.  These were some of the
outfits we brought from Bern.  Little Jonas must have been asleep in
Apollo's arms.  As he begun to wake up and realize there were now 8 new
people to meet and we were all boys; the only place he would settle for, is
in the center of the action.  Apollo set him down and he ran to each of us
offering his hand and smiling.  We all bent over shook his hand and greeted
him with the ASL greetings, that Ziggy made us learn.  Ziggy had learned
them and then taught us, from an ASL web page.

Mrs. Newfeld directed us to our rooms, suggesting we make formal
introductions after we had a chance to get comfortable and use the head.
Head?

"Navy term for toilet," Brad announced.

"OK, head."  Herman laughed, "they call it a head on the cruse ship too".

I know Mrs. Newfeld though she would take Jones to her home, that was the
adult's plan.  That was what we had talked about on the phone, only a week
ago.  It was not Jones' plan and when he realized there were now 7 teenaged
boys to play with, I could see he was not going without a fight.  I
wondered if Apollo was prepared for this contingency.

I don't think Apollo was ready for the Adonis brother's level of
perperation.  We all assembled in the dining room for the introductions and
some light refreshments, before dinner.  Jonas was of course the immediate
center of attention but he sat politely, carefully observing as each of us
was introduced to the others.  Eric handed out name tags that he prepared,
as each of us identified ourselves.  Apollo sat Jonas next to himself on
one of the bar stools, to give the boy a little elevation.  Each of us
signed our name and a phrase or two about us, even Herman.  Jonas was most
impressed, especially with Ziggy, when he said he liked playing computer
games.  Well that sure got the kid's attention.

The cooks asked us to clear the dining room, dinner would be in about 1
hour.  We all went into the great room, to get acquainted.  Jonas
immediately abandon Apollo, taking Brad's hand pulling him toward Zigfred,
I could see he wanted to know more about the games.  Soon Linda, Brad's
girlfriend, about 16 I would guess, had Brad back and Jones and Ziggy were
deep into level two of some kind of search and destroy thing on Ziggy's
ibook.

Needless to say, Veronica, Apollo's girlfriend and Linda's sister, was
getting a lot of attention from all the men, Herman in particular.  Jonas
had captured everyone's heart within the first 10 minutes of our arrival;
he some how managed to get almost all the boys but Herman, Brad, Apollo and
I crowded around the computer, Bob, that's Apollo's boyhood deaf friend,
would type as Jonas signed or he would sign what they wanted to say to
Jonas.  Bob is a good lip reader.  All of us were able to relate well to
the young boy; I explained to Apollo, a result of our boarding school
experience.  Apollo and I were in a deep conversation when our attention
was directed to Jonas.  He had Ziggy crawling on his hands and knees
patting the floor in a recreation of Bard's and Apollo's rescue.  They were
all beside themselves with laughter.

We were making so much noise Mrs. N. came in to see what was happening.  I
don't think she has much experience with boys, she seamed a bit overwhelmed
with our boisterousness and zest for being involved.  Girls, Linda and
Veronica for example are much quieter and less physical.  Jonas had warmed
right up to this group and we were tickling him and carrying him around on
our shoulders.  Will had made a friend with Bob, I was almost jealous as
the two seamed to be making a lot of physical contact.

I was getting hungry now and was sure everyone else would be too.
Mrs. N. finally called us into dinner.  When Jones realized what was
happening he ran up stairs, I assumed heading for the 'Head' or to find
Brad and Linda, well perhaps both.  Those two had snuck off to be alone and
Jones found them in one of the bedrooms.  I later learned that Jonas came
up unnoticed "patting Brad's bare ass" and signing dinner, then running out
of the room giggling.  I guess he thought Brad and Linda naked and
embracing or what ever, was quite humorous.  If you are a nine year old boy
it is funny.  I guess the kid has a bit of a dry sense of humor too.  That
would mean he fit right in with Apollo and Jason, the rest of us too.

It was now quite late and had been a long day for all of us.  Mrs. Newfeld
suggested Jonas get ready to go.  Well you would have thought he was being
shot at sunrise.  Big tears welled up in his eyes and he pleaded to stay
with us in the chalet.  Mrs. N reminded him she had promised his mother, he
would stay at her house.  Now all of us got into the act.  Veronica joined
first on Jonas' side.  Linda and Veronica could stay too and Jonas could
share their room.  I don't know if Mrs. N believed that for one moment.  I
know I didn't, Linda and Veronica would be sharing beds with their
boyfriends, if given half a chance.  I had not thought though where Jones
would sleep, that was Apollo's responsibility.  All the brothers were
besieging Mrs. N to let him stay.  We all recognized our younger selves in
this lad, we all knew from our own experience just how important being with
the older males was to, a preadolescent boy.

I came to the rescue, politely reminding Mrs. N. that we were all boarding
school boys and had lots of experience taking care of the younger ones.
Jonas would not be any trouble, in fact we all missed having young kids
around, now that we lived in Calgary and they went to day school.  Jones
pleaded more, Apollo was translating as best he could but it is hard to put
someone else's emotion into you voice.  Jonas' face did it thought.  This
child has the most expressive eyes and well, expressive face and body
language imaginable.  I could see right off why Apollo wanted to use him as
a model or subject.  Jonas had to compromise too.  He offered to let Mrs. N
supervise his bath and tuck him in, right then a there.  Taking her hand
and began pulling her upstairs.  Mom Newfeld was like soft wax in a
sculptors hands.

She put Jonas in a single bed, in the room Bob and Apollo were to share and
took her leave.  She reminded everyone she and the cooks would return at
7:30.  I had been impressed with Mrs. Newfeld when I spoke to her on the
phone.  She and Mr. Newfeld, took care of organizing everything in the
Whitefish area.  Now they have a vested interest, both their daughters had
hooked up with the Apollo & Brad team, but aside from that; displayed a
genuine desire for project success on behalf of the children.  Some how
Brad had secured a room by himself or Linda had made sure he had a room by
himself, whatever.

We all talked for a few more hours.  I focused my attention on Veronica and
Apollo.  Brad and Linda seamed to settle into an intense conversations with
Ziggy.  Bob joined the others: Will, Eric, Trevor, Geoffrey, Stan and
Herman playing cards.

The drive from Calgary to Whitefish is about four hours.  The roads were
reasonably good, so it was not all that stressful but still tiring.  By bed
time, about eleven I think, we were all starting to drag.  Apollo, Brad and
Bob had been on the road very early as Whitefish is about eight hours from
Bellingham, even in a new Hummer.

We all found out beds and in short order had drifted off into slumber.
Well sort of drifted off.  My roommate was Ziggy.  He set the alarm clock
for six, flopped into the center of the bed, spread legs wide apart and
opened his arms to me. " I need my man," was all he said, all he ever needs
to say.  Some kissing and fondling, a little foreplay in his ass and my
cock would be filling it.  Ziggy would get his reciprocity in the morning.