The Pervert And The Virgin – Part Forty-Six

The last two months of the year ended with me being homeless and the quest for a place to stay continues but I plan on getting a lot posted in the next month. Writing, editing (maybe poorly at times) and re-reading this story has helped keep me a lot saner. That's not to say I don't have stuff to heal but these experiences helped me gain clarity on what is lacking from my life on all levels. Like the song says I'm picking myself up, dusting myself off and starting all over again. I have to believe there is a place for me to find rest and healing. The alternative is to give in to despair and I've done this for long enough already.

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Vernon traveled with us to the hotel. He was working the afternoon and evening shift. Petersen and Leif were staying at the farm for a couple of days to get the catering crew and coffee shop staff settled. They would join us Wednesday. The hotel staff promised to wait two hours before allocating our rooms. I wanted to have a meeting with the guys. The conference room would be perfect I agreed. This way if somebody wanted to stay in the hotel they wouldn't have to walk all the way back.

“Okay everybody I know a lot of you are keen to get to the treehouses but there's something we need to discuss.” I said when we were in the conference room. “There's enough space for us in the treehouses. I have agreed to pay for all of them just to keep it simple for the hotel. There are rooms available in the hotel for the entire week. Anybody wanting some quiet, private time can have a room in the hotel. I think we have more than enough people to look after the kids if anybody wants a break.”

“Let's see what things will look like in the treehouses first.” Leslie suggested. “All we need to carry over is our toiletries and a change of clothing if we decided to stay in the hotel.”

“I think we'd all like to spend the first night in the treehouses.” Ivan said. “Some private time will be good for the adults. This visit is about reconnecting. Rohan I don't care how much money you have or how small an impact this will have on your cash flow. This is a very generous gesture and we all appreciate it. I know you will gladly pay for us to spend a night in a room or suite even if it is just the night. Thank you. I am pretty certain Leslie and I will spend a night or two in the hotel during this week.”

“Before we leave I want to let you guys know Leonie, the owner of the spa, will be chatting to us right after breakfast.” Tim said. “She'd like to get an idea of what treatments you're interested in so she can arrange to have her staff here. A lot of her staff usually take a break before the Christmas guests start arriving but they have stayed this week to pamper us. I have sent you all a link to the website so you can see what they offer.”

“Oh, one last thing.” I said just as we were about to leave. “Vernon has set me up to chat with Lao at five so I'll be finding somewhere quiet on my own. We're having dinner at seven so I'll be back in time to join you guys. Now let's go see the treehouses.”

On the way out we let the front desk staff know all of us were most likely spending the night in the treehouses. Lance, Clifton and Hans came over from their treehouses to thank me. Then they rushed back to their treehouses to finish getting settled. Watching Clifton as he scurried away I hoped we'd get some alone time soon. I missed his dry orgasms and the feeling of stuffing such a small ass. Which guy doesn't like the idea of forcing it in and stuffing another full of his cock?

Tim and I had our own bedroom and shared the rest of the treehouse with the scurvy knaves. Marikie joined us when Tim agreed to share our bed with Dylan. She gave Dylan a kiss for sleeping between us. He got a second kiss when Tim predicted very little sleeping. I left them to get things sorted out while I chatted with Lao. Grabbing my laptop I headed across to the terrace. Vernon got me a gin and tonic. He paused for a moment to greet Lao who told him he found the contrast between my sparring with the scimitar and claymore very revealing. We needed to come up with a style of fighting I could use in all situations Lao told us. Vernon looked forward to seeing what style we settled on.

“That's for us to work on when you return.” Lao said. “Rohan it would be helpful if you sparred with many weapons while you are away. Please ask Lawrence to send me a recording of each bout. I have noticed you like the rolling hands that Christopher uses and the lightness of a scimitar. My first thoughts are wind or water will be your style. This must wait for another day. Today we begin your training in redirecting and guiding force.”

“Before you begin there are two things I need to mention.” I said. “I wish to send two people to visit with you at the cabin. They have a gift to share with you but it will take two or three days to share it with you. I have them on standby so let me know what days work for you. While we are away I thought it would be good for you to use the cabin and Elaine's cottage.

The second matter is about some further training. This will also need to wait for my return but I don't want to forget. I don't know if you can help me but I know you will be able to introduce me to somebody who can. You have seen the recording of Tim's bout and the aftermath I assume. Lao breaking the man's nose troubled me. What I cannot shake is the feeling there is a way to handle things with less injury to others.”

“Rohan if your people can fly out this week I can free up Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.” Lao said. “I will fetch them from the airport and we can drive straight to the cabin. On the second matter it is time that prevents me from helping you or rather a lack of time. Tim, Tracy and the other three need my help. I must focus on them and get in enough training with you so you don't embarrass me.

There are two other men I will be sharing tea with to discuss your style. We will meet for tea on Saturday afternoon. I will ask one of them to help you with the unarmed combat. Rohan it is asking for this help that gives me confidence you will not embarrass me with him. I will say thank you to Genta in my prayers for preparing you so well. We both know you are asking because of his teachings. You can already see it in Tim when he helped the nun after the bout. There are matters I wish to discuss with Vernon to gain a deeper insight into you and your other teacher will have questions to ask. Will you ask Vernon to give me a call when he has time please?”

“Gladly. I will also let the others know to speak freely with you and anybody you ask to call.” I said. “Lao my rough edges got smoothed by the heads of the different regions. This is why Stephen and Christopher sent me off to spend time with them in my reckless youth. Literally a case of kill or cure. When I meet with them in Winchester on Thursday I will ask them if they would be willing to talk to you and my new teacher. You are of course welcome to share whatever you learn and have learned already.”

“Good. Now let us begin our chat about force.” Lao said. “Understand these teachings will not make you invincible. This knowledge is held in trust by very few people but there are others out there. They will share it with students they feel are worthy. The person engaging you in any conflict might be one of those students. You must always keep this in mind. The other most important thing to keep in mind is there might be times when you are evenly matched. Patience is the key in such a fight and even then you might fight each other to a standstill. Very much like a well-played game of chess. Sometimes the edge your knowledge gives isn't enough to overcome the natural skill or weapons training of your opponent. In your fight with Dabulamanzi you took a risk to force a victory. You got away with it but you only have to lose once and the boys will be orphans. The draw would have been honorable and not placed the boys in such a situation.”

For the next hour Lao took me through the basics of circles and angles to counter force. I was totally enthralled not by the information so much but the application. These simple basics were the foundation upon which everything else would be built. Lao asked me to watch the others sparring to see if I could see how unknowingly they naturally applied some of these techniques. Look for the ones in use and the ones missing he advised. Start to analyze bouts between others in these terms until it happens without thought like the new footwork. I promised to have somebody buy two more recorders to record sparring sessions. Lao wanted me to share this information with the boys.

“We seem to have run out of time.” Lao said with a smile and a wave. “I think the others are ready for dinner.”

The gang had slipped behind me but stayed back while we chatted. Lao had seen them in the background of the video stream. I motioned them over to say hi to him. He told the gang it was good of them to show up or we'd be talking all night. Vernon came over to tell us our tables were ready. I mentioned that Lao would like to chat with him and another teacher. They agreed on a time. We said goodbye to Lao. Christopher had let Lao know it would be no trouble getting the gift-bearers there Wednesday morning. He would send Lao a confirmation email tomorrow with the flight details. My housekeeper promised to call the apartment manager to let him know I might have guests staying in my apartment. I seldom locked my apartment so they could let themselves in. We didn't want him thinking somebody had broken in.

All of our tables were in a row against the windows. One of the perks of providing so much business was getting prime seating Vernon told us. There had been no need for him to influence the hotel manager. We had a visit from the hotel manager who wanted to make certain we were happy with the choice of tables. I let her know they were perfect. There would be no complaints about the food either I added. The only downside was my cooking might need improving by the time we left. The true test of the kitchen would take place on Wednesday Tim told her. She agreed to keep it as a surprise so she got an honest assessment of their skills.

We got introduced to the head chef, Alfie, who wanted to know how we could work together to get our food on the table quicker. I mentioned how I'd enjoyed the menu for the trolley. He kindly agreed to spend an hour with my housekeeper tomorrow afternoon to discuss the trolley menu. This would help him because he'd just need to bring in a few more trolleys. The only small issue I had from our last visit was the picnic style breakfasts. Now it was getting colder I'd really like to have something warm like oatmeal or omelets. My housekeeper told him we could make do for tomorrow with whatever they usually served and would discuss breakfasts with him in the afternoon. Tim really wanted a traditional morning and afternoon tea. Alfie promised to make that his main priority. Wouldn't do to let the Americans leave complaining about the much vaunted British tea time being a flop. A much more relaxed hotel manager left with Alfie. My housekeeper had both their cellphone numbers. We promised to call if we found anything lacking. I did ask they add a twenty-five percent gratuity instead of the usual twelve-and-a-half percent to our meals.

This time Vernon had help serving wine for our meal. We let him choose the wines for us. I asked for both red and white wines at each table. Tim pointed out our wines were from Spain. Caryn thought it was very fitting. I asked if she had enough privacy in the treehouse and reminded her the offer of a hotel room was for couples of all ages. Holden predicted it wouldn't be long before Marikie took a room with Morgan. I thought it would be fun for them. Caryn told me they would spend a night or two in a hotel room but for now they were having fun with the others. She was sharing her treehouse with Nancy, Charles, Griogair, Lance and the two British hooligans.

Tonight I had steak with lots of vegetables. When dinner came to an end we took a stroll around the grounds. The gardens were wonderful even in the dark. Sanne was looking forward to exploring them tomorrow. We all got together in one treehouse for a nightcap. Lance put his new thermometer to the test and made hot chocolate with Adam and Morgan assisting. I dropped some brandy in mine. A few of the other adults joined me. We were just about to get undressed for bed when Vernon knocked.

“I saw the lights on and thought I'd stop in on my way home.” Vernon said. “Otherwise I'd be tempted to drink this entire bottle of wine by myself.”

“Let's enjoy it on the balcony.” I said. “Tim will you please bring four glasses and a corkscrew out to us. Thank you.”

Dylan sat on my lap. We got comfortable while the other two took care of the wine. Dylan promised to remind me to tell my housekeeper to ask for crackers and cheese in case some nice gentleman came by with a bottle of wine. Tim agreed it was fortunate tonight the gentleman in question was understanding about our empty pantry. I gave Vernon more details about my prospective new teacher. My impression was Lao would help me find a style for sparring with weapons but somebody else would teach me unarmed combat. I wouldn't mind but it feels a little odd learning combat from two teachers I confessed when Vernon asked. Continuing the chi work with Lao would be wonderful. Vernon had some reservations as well about splitting the training but Dylan pointed out I learned from Vernon, Christopher, Charles and many others.

“The difference here is your dad is taking all this training and trying to blend it into a unique single style just for himself.” Vernon said. “No matter how good the teachers there will be little differences. One might want the elbow held an inch lower or the hand slightly off-center instead of in the middle of your body. This might not sound like much but consciously having to switch between one and the other defeats the object of relaxing and letting it flow. There isn't much more we can teach your dad. He's been dawdling because he had no reason to stop playing. Thanks to you guys and Tracy he has to grow up. That's worth drinking to.”

“Pater dear it is very naughty of you to dawdle.” Dylan said. “Looks like I'll have to spank you again tonight. Vernon last night I got to spank my first married couple. Not too shabby.”

“Do you drive out to Winchester every night Vernon?” Tim asked.

“No I'm keeping my rooms here because it is so close to my retirement.” Vernon said. “I'd drive to Winchester if we were expecting a delivery but the others are there now. Whenever possible I'll schedule deliveries for my days off. I promise to give myself a full two-days off weekly when I'm retired Rohan.”

“You better or I'll be borrowing a paddle from Dylan.” Tim said. “He has a really nice one. That reminds me. Thank you guys for last night. Vernon when Dylan finished with me they literally threw me in bed with Adam and Morgan. Those two wanted to thank me for my gift to the Order. Yes the ones I didn't make. Glad you agree it was clever of me to leave a money trail right back to Rohan.”

I told Tim it would be fine if he spent a night with Vernon at his local rooms if he left after dinner. Vernon promised to bring me a bottle of wine to ease the hurt of being away from Tim for a night. I promised to have cheese and crackers ready.

“Now you're certain they won't mind you bringing a young man like me to spend the night?” Tim asked. “I mean it would be a shame to make things uncomfortable for you so close to leaving. You've really enjoyed your job here. I know the staff think and speak highly of you.”

“I rent a cottage on a small farm owned by two gay monks.” Vernon said. “They left the church to lived together. Nobody knows how to keep a secret like gay Catholic monks. Unless they are monks in Rohan's disreputable Order.”

“We might be disreputable but we're honest.” I said. “Good night Vernon. I hope Lao doesn't keep you up too late.”

Sweet Dylan kept his promise to spank me. Tonight he brought out a tawes. Tim took a page from my book and slipped between my legs to take me in his mouth. Being spanked through an orgasm is such a great feeling. The greatest way to experience something hurting so good. Dylan made certain the blows had bite. When I started writhing in pleasure he kindly increased the force.

“I'll have to get even with you for spoiling me so nicely.” I said with a smile as he mounted me.

“Fucking my dad is a great way to get even.” Dylan said. “Why don't you help my fellow fucketeer relieve that tension he is sporting? Yes I know he looks so cute with that boner but we mustn’t be selfish.”

“You'll get to see me sporting another one in the morning.” Tim promised. “I love it when you eat me my Love. Go on. Make a meal of me.”

Leaving Dylan to take care of things behind me I cupped Tim's ass in my hands and set about blowing him. I let my love for the sweet boy rise within and guide me. When you've given hundreds or thousands of blowjobs it is easy to get stuck in a rut. I found letting my emotions for each partner fill me helps me vary my technique. There are the basic foundations to giving good head but there is no reason to keep it just to the basics. I like to include a little stroking if my partner is older. Will it be one or like tonight two fingers up the ass? I simply close my eyes and do what feels right. Soon enough Tim would feed me his load just as I had fed him mine.

“Shower Dad.” Dylan whispered in my ear.

“In a minute.” I mumbled licking Tim's nuts.

I'd been so lost in pleasing Tim that I had only dimly registered Dylan's cum flowing into me. The sweet boy didn't seem to mind. He warned me rimming him would lead to a prolonged shower. I told him I feared no amount of hot water or boy cum. Dylan challenged me to prove it. Once I had proved the truth of my words the three of us snuggled close under the covers.

The next morning I left Tim and the scurvy knaves to plan my spa treatments. Tracy left hers up to Abby. While the others had their meeting with Leonie I drove to Southampton. Tracy accompanied me on my shopping trip. Tim reminded me to pick up some cheese and crackers. My housekeeper sent me off with a copy of the list for snack foods she'd suggested for our home in Katowice. We were a larger group so I tripled the quantities and would pick up more on Thursday when we visited Winchester.

The light might be a problem at this time of year I told Tracy so she called Lawrence to find out what we could do about it. Rather than make an extra trip to Southampton I picked up four stand lights and a generator. The stores were happy for me to return the items for a refund if we didn't need them. Tracy was certain if we didn't need the lights they could be used at the farm for events. Thanks to Lawrence letting us know exactly what video recorders and tripods to buy we finished our shopping quickly. We found a nice pub for lunch, a few games of darts and a nice local beer.

When we returned we found the gang out on the lawn playing croquette. Lawrence used this as an excuse to test the new video cameras. He even had us set up the lights and generator. Petersen had helped my housekeeper and Alfie get a nice trolley menu for the rest of our stay. Tim told me my spa treatments were all in the morning so I could go for drives in the afternoon if I wanted. Adam told me it was nice of me to lead by example and have one every day. Juliet had helped them choose my treatments. Lance and Clifton had got her advice as well. The mug of hot chocolate Juliet was drinking was their thank you. Lance told me this would be his first massage. Elaine had given Hans a few so he would have his together with Clifton and help his friend.

Our entire group moved on to the terrace for sundowners. Vernon smiled when Abby asked if their cellar could cope with such a large group of wine lovers. When she returned from viewing the wine cellar Abby assured me even I couldn't drink them out of wine. The trolley for my table was mercifully bereft of mint sauce so I felt confident choosing the roast lamb. Thanks to online streaming we were able to watch some murder mystery shows in our treehouses after dinner.

The next morning we set up the lights and did some sparring after morning meditations. Christopher was there to give me a challenge as I sparred against his short sword with my chain and dagger. Petersen would bring a light mace or two with him on Wednesday. I had my claymore and short sword. Lao already had a recording of me sparring with the scimitar. That would give him enough of a variety I thought. The only other weapon in my arsenal was the heavy mace. Once again we had made use of an area hidden by the hedges so we didn't disturb others or attract their attention. Richard pointed out we could just say we were shooting a video.

“Very sensible breakfast trolley menu.” Abby said looking with glee at the waffles, sausage and maple syrup. “I'll have the oatmeal tomorrow. Why Rohan I do believe you are right in saying tomorrow never gets here. That makes it the perfect day for oatmeal.”

“Your wisdom's surpassed only by your beauty.” Morgan declared placing a waffle on his plate. “A pity they don't have green smoothies available. I may even begin to miss them in a few days or a couple of weeks.”

“There is a smoothie bar you boys will be visiting every morning.” my housekeeper said. “I shared some of Rohan's green smoothie recipes so you'll feel right at home in a few hours.”

“Rohan you really need to remind your housekeeper she's on vacation.” Morgan said.

“When it comes to you guys she's like me.” I said calmly. “We never take a break from caring for you. You'll get copies of the recipes on the day you move in to your own apartment. I'll give you a blender as a housewarming gift.”

“The rest of us will set up a hydroponics system with greens in your apartment.” my housekeeper added.

“I wonder if I can get a spot wot in the drop or two of my green spot.” Morgan said. “I think I'm in need of a medicinal waffle.”

They were very efficient at the juice bar and came looking for us with large pitchers of green smoothie mix. The few other guests decided they had to try it. I was happy for the juice bar to use my recipes and offer green smoothies to the hotel guests. Tim got us each a refill and led me by the hand to the massage room. We were getting a deep tissue massage today. Then we were going to sit in the steam room for thirty minutes which would leave us with just a few minutes before lunch. I'd decided what to do with my afternoon after lunch.

“Dad would you like to come spank balls with us?” Dylan asked at lunch. “We have a surprise in store after tea. I was chatting to one of the other guests who is going to introduce us to a new ball game. He plays it at school.”

“We're going to teach him the fine game of ball spanking.” Adam added. “No idea what he will teach us but the fucketeers fear no ball game.”

Trenton was a handsome slender teen who I guessed was around the same age as Tim. I later learned he was a year younger. Another twelve members of our gang decided to join in so things didn't get entirely out of hand. Trenton laughed when Sophie warned the fucketeers to behave or they would have to go three days without a spanking. That quickly brought the more risqué comments about balls and spankings to an end. I was glad we could concentrate on the game.

When we broke for tea Sophie told them they had behaved well-enough and were halfway to making it through with their spanking allowance intact. Trenton went off to invite his parents to join us for tea. Victor and Felicity soon joined us for tea. Victor even agreed to help teach us this mysterious ball game after tea. He coached the high school team. Amanda felt a lot better knowing he would be there to keep an eye on things.

Christopher, Garth, Charles and Griogair joined me and the fucketeers. There was also a curious group of supporters including the moms who tagged along with us. When the boys discovered it was rugby they insisted Tracy join in. Adam offered to strip so it would be just as much fun as when they tackled her in the house. Felicity declined to see the photographic evidence of the gang tackle. We were soon passing the ball around between us. Then we moved on to kicking it to each other.

Things got really interesting soon enough. We decided to play a game of sevens rugby. The boys were split up equally among the adults. The scurvy knaves impressed Victor by not shying away when it came to tackling the adults. Trenton laughed when Christopher tackled me with full force. I managed to get my pass off before I hit the ground hard.

“Good tackle.” I said helping Christopher up. “Why have you kept this wonderful game from me?”

“After watching you play Frisbee with the monks it seemed rather tame.” Christopher replied.

“I like it.” I declared. “Now go get the ball so I can tackle you.”

I swung Tracy in the air when she used a stiff-arm to the shoulder on Charles to get in for a score. Later I dragged Christopher and Garth over the line for a score. Unfortunately they scored three times to win by seven. Lacking goalposts we assumed the conversion kicks were good. Wonderful game we decided. The boys were keen to continue playing it at home.

“You boys showed no fear.” Vernon said as we made our way to the terrace and beer.

“Having a sword thrust in your face is a lot more intimidating than a rugby player running at you.” Adam said calmly.

“A mace striking your shield also gets the adrenaline flowing nicely.” Morgan added. “Thanks for the beer Rohan.”

“To rugby!” Dylan said raising his glass. “What fun. Dad I'm going to learn how to do a drop kick tomorrow. I promise we'll kick away from the building.”

“Glad you had fun but it's time to go shower.” my housekeeper said. “I'll see if these three lovely people would like to help us spend some of our holiday fund and join us for dinner.”

“Better pick up the pace it's only an hour before dinner.” Tracy warned. “I'll race you guys to the treehouse.”

A great rugby tackle on her by Morgan allowed us guys to win the race. I appreciated his willingness to endure a sound tickling and proved it by fucking him on the shower floor. Tim and Dylan fucked standing astride us. Somehow Adam wriggled through to get his cock in my mouth. What a great shower it was. We all felt so much better when we headed back to the hotel. The boys greeted Vernon with a hug and a chaste kiss on the cheek.

My housekeeper had decided to let Vernon choose our wine for the week. He had let the hotel manager know his selections so they could serve it on his days off. Tomorrow was his first day off and Tim was spending tonight with him. Vernon promised to do a sunrise meditation and a little sparring with Tim. He had also agreed to join us for dinner tomorrow night. Trenton and his folks were waiting with a glass of wine in hand. I spent a very pleasant ten-minutes listening to Lance tell me all about his massage. Tim told him we'd both had one as well.

“Thank you for the dinner invitation Rohan.” Vernon said. “I coach rugby at a school in Newcastle.”

“Our dad is a Sunderland supporter.” Adam said. “He's also one of the local legends. Don't you think he's aged well?”

“His youthful good looks are obviously hereditary.” Dylan said. “Inherited from his sons.”

“I'll give you an inheritance spanking before bed if you're not careful.” I warned. “This is why I need daily spa treatments.”

“The facials are very good.” Tim said. “Felicity you must try the chocolate wrap. Did I hear you're doing research into how DNA impacts aging? Christopher and Garth are DNA junkies.”

“Do you teach or work for a research company?” I asked. “The reason I ask is because Tim is setting up a project that includes a college and a small hospital. Yes they are expensive but we're starting small with space to add.”

“Actually it is more of a clinic than a hospital.” Tim said. “We won't have ambulances or be accepting trauma cases. Our clinic will be for people who need to rehab or are on a long-term recovery program. Christopher and Garth can explain how DNA and genetics figures into all of it.”

“I teach at a training hospital.” Felicity said. “This allows me to share what I learn and gives me time to do my research. Tim I'd be delighted to visit your project. We'll definitely stay in touch. The food always looks so good here.”

“Thank you for having pasties on the menu Rohan.” Lance said from the table next to us.

“You can thank my housekeeper.” I said. “She put the menu together with help from Leif and Petersen.”

“Putting a menu together for Dad is easy.” Adam said. “Fionola told us his favorite dishes are lots and more.”

“That's because whipping you guys into shape burns up a lot of calories.” I said. “Speaking of calories where's dessert?”

“Perhaps it deserted when it saw the chef whipping the cream.” Dylan said.

“Well we know not to call that dessert Dylan.” Tim said. “He'd never run from a whipping.”

The pies arrived with the whipped cream a few minutes later. Tim told me he loved how contented I looked after every meal here. I told him it was not only the food but the company. We'd made three new friends plus the gang was out from America. Abby suggested we head back to the treehouses because a murder mystery show started in twenty-minutes. Felicity accepted Abby's invitation to join us because she'd always wanted to see the treehouses. Lots of cushions on the floor with the furniture pushed back allowed everybody to watch the show.

Felicity, Victor and Trenton explored the treehouses after the show. Vernon came over to fetch Tim and deliver the bottle of wine he had promised me. He stayed for a nightcap and walked our new friends back to the hotel. Sanne and Bram were spending the next two nights in the hotel. Sophie and J were staying in the hotel tomorrow and Thursday. Caryn told me she had booked a room for Friday and Saturday. Everybody wanted to spend the last night in the treehouses.

“You guys get to decide if it is the extended paddle tonight or tomorrow morning.” I said when I was alone with the three scurvy knaves in the bedroom.

“I think the morning would be nice.” Morgan said. “You could duplicate the sunrise outside in our butts.”

“That means tonight you get to lie back Pater dear and get done.” Adam said. “Don't worry Dad you'll get to do Morgan and Dylan while I do you.”

Slipping a pillow under me Adam set about fucking me without preamble. A quick lube and his cock was inside of me. Dylan impaled himself on me. Morgan stayed close enough to jack Dylan off. When Dylan warned he was about to cum Morgan lay across me just in front of Dylan. This allowed Dylan to finish jacking off onto Morgan. Once I'd licked him clean he took Dylan's place on my cock. The two of them repeated the jacking off so I got to enjoy their cum.

When Adam finished fucking me he walked around to kiss my cheek while I was cleaning Dylan. The boys led me to the shower where they were very business-like. I agreed tomorrow would be an early morning. Watching their cute butts as they walked ahead of me to the bed I decided tomorrow morning couldn't arrive early enough.

The three boys were still half asleep as I gently draped them over a row of pillows in the morning. I was deliberately gentle and tender in settling them with lots of soothing words and tender kisses. I even took some time to kiss six tautly stretched cheeks. When I was certain the boys were almost asleep I picked up the extended paddle. Anticipating their reaction I'd joined three scarves together and stretched it over their backs. The ends were securely tied to either side the bed frame. THWACK!

Three boys jerked up against the scarves.

“Holy fuck!” Dylan said.

“Shit!” Adam cursed.

“Fucking hell!” Morgan said.

“Good morning you scurvy knaves.” I said bringing the paddle down again. “A very good morning it is turning out to be.”

They didn't seem convinced so I kept the blows raining down at a rapid pace. Lilly-white asses soon became rose-pink and several delightful minutes later cherry-red. I allowed myself to relax a smidge more with each stroke. Really letting go I concentrated on enjoying dishing out a wake-up spanking. Once the sleep got knocked out of them the boys began to enjoy their spanking. Between blows they still vowed to get revenge. I laughed and swung the paddle a little harder.

Gods how I loved spanking boys on the cusp of becoming teens. The one teen was piggy in the middle. I couldn't wait to get my sausage in his tight, well-cooked ass. Not long now I told myself. I didn't want to give them any warning so I disposed of the cool down. One minute they were writhing beneath the paddle. Their gasps of pain-filled pleasure a delicious counterpoint to the crack of the paddle. The next minute I had dropped the paddle to the floor and was driving my cock into Adam's ass.

“Roll over you two.” I said slapping the asses on either side with my hands. “Let's not waste those loads or it will be days before I thrash you. Get up here and feed me your cocks.”

Double-team above. Hot fuck below. Nicely warmed up from swinging the paddle. I was in hog heaven. Making a pig of myself my hands squeezed spanked asses while I sucked cock and fucked ass. Three boys bodies were there for my enjoyment before sunrise. I swallowed cum. Spat out cocks. Kept humping Adam.

“Stroke your cocks.” I said to the two standing in front of me. “We're not going anywhere until I get a second helping of cum from both of you. Go on! Get those hands moving or I'll have you over Adam's back for a spanking.”

Hands began flying up and down their lovely dicks. Adam warned me he couldn't hold out any longer. I pulled him out from under the scarf, flipped him on his back and jacked him off. I clenched my pelvic muscles as his muscles rippled in response to his lovely orgasm.

“You thought you were getting off lightly didn't you?” I asked Adam. “Well I've just begun.”

Leaning forward I kissed him. Feeling his warm cum smear itself against my torso got my hips working again. Dylan and Morgan followed my orders to lick us clean when I lifted myself up off Adam. They kept fondling and stroking themselves. The scurvy knaves took too long. When they finally finished I laid them over Adam's stomach and spanked them with my hand.

“There wasn't any chance of you not taking too long.” I admitted enjoying the feel of their asses filling my cupped hand. “I woke up a little hungry.”

“Thank fuck you didn't wake ravenous.” Morgan said fervently.

“On your feet.” I ordered. “Ready or not I want your cum. Feed me!”

They fed me a second time a couple of minutes after I fed Adam a load and hurried him off to the shower. He had the water nice and hot when we joined him in the shower. Tracy found us drying each other in the bathroom. She whistled softly when she saw their bright red butts.

“Careful Tracy our pater woke in a very loving mood.” Dylan said.

“I can still feel the love.” Adam said. “Every time I sit down will be a reminder of the love.”

“A good thing we have a massage today.” Morgan said. “Tracy we'll tell them the three of us had some kinky sex this morning. We often spank each other so we'll be telling the truth. Now let's pick up the pace and get to our sunrise meditations.”

This morning it could only be the claymore. I needed something heavy to swing. My shoulders were nicely loosened up. Trenton had joined us for sunrise meditation. He'd been out for his morning run when he saw us gathering together. I let him stay to watch the boys spar with their short swords. Garth asked if he'd like to help Tracy with her sparring. Christopher gave him some pointers. Griogair was keeping an eye on me sparring with Charles.

There is immense power in joy. When you are carefree the chi can flow freely. No conscious thought required. I flexed my muscles, rolled my shoulders and swung the claymore with dazzling speed. When Charles started to tire Christopher stepped in to bock one of my strikes. Charles smiled at Christopher gratefully and stepped aside. Once he caught his breath though he joined forces with Christopher.

“Let's see what you remember about facing multiple opponents.” Charles said.

“Finally a fair fight.” I said.

A staff is much easier to swing than a claymore but I had nothing to lose so I tried the same pattern. Spinning and rolling my arms over in circles I managed to keep the two of them perplexed and confused for ten-minutes before Christopher marked me just above my right hip. I was still feeling so good when Griogair stepped in to stitch me I kissed the top of his head.

“Good strike Christopher.” I said with a huge grin. “I think I might be slowing down.”

“Slowing down.” Trenton gasped. “I can't imagine lifting that sword and you were swinging it like a toy sword. Do you always have needle and thread at your practice?”

“Yes we do.” Tracy said reaching into her backpack for a bottle of whiskey. “Most of the time Griogair just stitches the cuts to practice his stitching but judging by Dr. Deidre stepping close this is a cut that could do with some stitching. Rohan will be okay. He'll be swinging a paddle and sparring in no time. Crazy I know. Get some of this in you Boss.”

“You're a great personal assistant.” I said before taking a long pull. “Have a little yourself. You look a little pale. Did Trenton prove helpful? We could always get the boys to give him some pointers if his folks don't mind. They need the extra practice.”

“Let's chat with them over breakfast.” Tracy suggested. “I hope you start taking your lessons with your new teacher seriously. Getting cut that deep is embarrassing for the rest of your staff. Don't put your shirt on just yet I have something for you to wear over it.”

Lao had been teaching Tracy how to make herb infused patches for wounds and bruises. Griogair held it in place while Tracy secured it with tape. Naturally the two hooligans and Dr. Deidre were eager to see how the patch worked.

“Good morning.” Victor said approaching with Felicity. “Having fun son?”

“Yes it was amazing.” Trenton said. “I got to help Tracy practice. Then Rohan was sparring with two of them.”

“Looks like he lost.” Victor said with a smile.

“That's why I keep a pretty nurse and doctor close at hand.” I said with a grin. “Lots of fun though and Tracy needed to test her herbal patches. Griogair got to test his stitching on a decent cut today.”

“Judging by the size of the bandage I'd say about twenty stitches.” Felicity guessed. “A good clean cut in an area that won't do much damage.”

“Twenty-three stitches.” Dr. Deidre said. “I think that is why Rohan likes sparring against Hospitallers. They know how to win a bout without doing too much damage.”

“A pity we won't get to see Lao's reaction to this fight.” Dylan said with a grin. “We'll hear about it though.”

“That's if he doesn't die of embarrassment when he sees it.” Adam said. “This has been a wonderful morning.”

“Sophie we know Rohan got hurt but he had fun.” Morgan said. “The fun started early with our wake-up spanking. Talk about a rude awakening. I think we all deserve an Irish coffee. Let's get things put away so Rohan can buy us all one or two.”

The hotel had allowed us to use an old garden shed to store our stuff in. A combination lock kept everything secure and our weapon cases all had locks on them as well. We were making our way to the terrace when a car pulled up in front of the hotel.

“Leif!” Adam shouted running across the lawn and throwing himself in Leif's arms.

“Good to know I've been missed.” Leif said laughing as Adam covered his face in kisses. “Glad we made it in time for breakfast.”

“Irish coffees sound great.” Petersen said as they made their way towards us. “Looks like Rohan embarrassed Lao again. Twenty-three stitches is a lot of embarrassment. Pleased to meet you Victor, Felicity and Trenton.”

“Will you help us teach Trenton some basic strokes and parries later?” Dylan asked. “That's if his folks don't mind. We'll be careful. I haven't had a single stitch yet.”

“You're more likely to get hurt on the rugby field so go ahead son.” Victor said. “Your mom and I might watch from a safe distance. Now I understand why you boys were fearless yesterday.”

“We played rugby Leif.” Morgan said. “Now that is a good spot of fun if ever there was a good spot eh wot?!”

“Yes it is fun.” Petersen said. “I played center for my high school team Victor. A glorified battering ram is what I was Adam. Sometimes you break through but most of the time you get to set up a wedge. Yes I'll show you. I'm pretty certain we can find a local club and let you guys have a run in a full team.”

“Oh no you don't Rohan.” my housekeeper said. “Unless they set it up for Friday or Saturday and Dr. Deidre says it's okay I'm not letting you on the field. From what I hear there is still a warm paddle in the treehouse so settle down and have another coffee.”

“Dad we'll wait until you can play.” Dylan consoled me. “We have an extra couple of days before the barbecue for the fireman in Winchester so we have the time.”

“Almost every school in England has a rugby team.” Victor said. “Let's keep the boys a little safer by having them practice with a school team first. Us coaches tend to help each other out. I'll help them at a practice session in return. You guys are helping Trenton with some swordsmanship.”

The boys weren't shy to let our waitress Sioned know she was much prettier than Vernon. Sioned had come out to the terrace to let us know breakfast was ready. I asked if Petersen and Leif had to check in first but she told me they could do it after breakfast. Everybody in our gang was waiting to see how Petersen would react to the food.

“Took you long enough Rohan.” Petersen said well into his second plate. “Felicity this is the first time he's taken me to a place where I don't have to train the chefs. He thinks I don't know he does it deliberately. Quite often there's also a garden project for Leif. I have no idea how he does it. Easy enough to find bad chefs but finding bad chefs in need of a garden as well is miraculous.”

“I just insist they need a garden.” I said. “Sanne and Leif deserve to have some fun. I think before the staff finish washing our plates the two of them will be out in the gardens here. How are things in Winchester?”

“Awful.” Petersen said. “I don't know if I should call in Brother Michael or Brother Waldemar or both. Christopher their cooking is so bad they have to eat all the food themselves which leads to a lot of overweight monks and nuns. Somebody needs to get them moving at more than a shuffle.”

“Truly horrendous even for British cuisine.” Leif said. “This time I agree with Petersen about the sorry state of their cooking. I cooked a meal and they were shedding tears of joy. When Petersen cooked I thought they'd die from the pleasure.”

“Before you start with the ashes and sackcloth Christopher I think what we have here is a case of studying predominating.” I said. “All organizations get complacent and lose focus at times. A religious order can wallow in such a state for centuries. I'm certain the reasons behind this slothfulness will have your psychologists salivating Garth. Let's not waste time in recriminations but get straight to sorting it out. Tracy please get Brother Murray or Sister Celeste on the phone for me.”

“Brother Murray is looking online for tickets now.” Sister Celeste said when I'd explained we needed them in Winchester. “We can make the midnight flight if we hurry.”

“All you need is an overnight bag.” I said. “I'll buy you some clothes here. We'll meet tomorrow at the farm. Call me or Tracy from the airport and make certain you are flying business or first class or I'll give you both a spanking.”

The airline will be happy to fill two more business class seats this late so I don't think they will be upset about them arriving just before take-off I told the others. Traveling as a monk and nun will help ease their security concerns Leslie added. Tracy and my housekeeper were getting a massage after breakfast so I sent Sister Celeste a text telling her to call me.

“Christopher we will still need one of your fitness squads to get them in shape.” I said. “Brother Murray allowed himself to get out of shape so he knows what it takes to get fit. They will be more comfortable listening to somebody who has gone through this transformation. Even with the before and after pictures you won't recognize him as the same man. You can join Sanne, Tracy and me on our visit tomorrow. Garth see he gets whatever spa treatments he needs to relax today. I don't care if it means he lies on the massage table for eight hours. Whatever it takes.”

“I'll be fine Rohan.” Christopher said.

“Christopher everybody here felt your energy drop.” I said. “You even have Lance worried so first on your agenda is a mug of hot chocolate and a walk with Lance. While you are on your walk Garth will speak to the spa people about your treatments. Of course I feel as bad about is as you but I can hide my energy drops better than you and I will work it out by going for a run with Catherine. Don't worry Catherine I'll keep it to a pace you can match.”

“You'll slow down for me will you.” Catherine spluttered. “That will be the day dinosaurs start shitting on the lawn again. I'll see you out front in fifteen minutes.”

“Remember your wound Rohan.” Dr. Deidre said. “You'll have to face your housekeeper if you do anything stupid so I don't need to say anymore. Now go get ready. Catherine is itching to give you what-for. Christopher needs his hot chocolate and the boys have their drop kicks to practice.”

How wonderful it was to go for a run with somebody who could match me in stamina and speed. Catherine told me she was enjoying herself as well. We had jogged from the hotel through the town and out beyond. This was a magical place to run. Narrow lanes through the countryside ablaze with Fall colors. On the way back through the village we literally ran into Vernon and Tim. They were out grocery shopping. While we were chatting I got a call from Sister Celeste. Tim gave me a debit card number to use for the tickets. I asked the lady selling me the tickets to make certain my friends got treated like royalty. Then we resumed our jog. I got a text from Dylan to say they had switched my spa treatment to the afternoon so Christopher could get in this morning and I could keep running.

“Did you have a good time?” Leslie asked when we came sprinting to the terrace.

“I had a great time.” I said swinging Catherine in the air so she wouldn't beat me to the terrace. “Can't speak for this wench.”

“Wench?” Catherine squawked. “You're just lucky you know how to show this girl a good time or I'd blister you butt right here. Leslie there aren't too many guys who can take me out for a three-hour run and finish it off with a sprint. We bumped into Vernon and Tim in the village, Ivan, so we took a rest break there. Sister Celeste called. They're on a plane now.”

“I called Leanne and got them a room.” I said. “All these time changes make it difficult for me to guess their arrival time but they will be at the farm tomorrow. That's the important thing. How is Christopher doing?”

“The walk with Lance helped a lot.” Leslie said. “I'll wander around the grounds with him later. He's taking it hard because he's a Hospitaller and feels he let them down by letting them get out of shape. The boys are somewhere beneath those rugby balls you see in the air over there. Go say hello before your shower but be quick or you'll be late for lunch.”

“No chance of that happening.” I said. “Catherine got me to work up quite an appetite. Now let me go grab myself a back washer or three. See you soon.”

Running in from behind Trenton I intercepted the ball he was waiting to catch. Then I tossed it to him to kick back to the boys. I tackled Adam before he could catch the ball. Never mind throwing a flag grab a towel I told him. The boys grumbled about another shower but since lunch was dependent on it they agreed to suffer through it. Between rugby tackles we somehow made it to the treehouse and a shower. Dylan fucked me while I double-teamed the others. He paid for the privilege of fucking me by swallowing my load. Then we returned at a walk to the hotel for lunch.

“Uh-oh your housekeeper has the glint in her eye.” Dylan said with a grin. “Pater is in for a scolding.”

“A run to help you feel better is one thing.” my housekeeper said. “Running a marathon with more than twenty stitches in your side is ludicrous. Yes it was a marathon or more. I saw the pace you started out at and I know you wouldn't let up. Sweet of Tim to send his love but when will you ever think about yourself? You might think you feel fine but you looked a little unsteady walking towards us. Sit down and let Dr. Deidre look at you. Sit!”

“I do feel a little light-headed.” I admitted when Dr. Deidre asked how I was feeling.

“That's the blood loss coupled with the exertion.” Christopher said. “How you made it back on your feet is miraculous. I'll get you a green smoothie to help with the blood loss. Spinach is good for that and we'll find you some molasses as well.”

“Why don't we go get the others settled while the doctors take care of Rohan?” Tracy asked taking my housekeeper by the hand. “All you're doing is raising your blood pressure. Yes he's worse than his sons. I doubt that will change no matter how many years pass. All we can hope is to get him closer to being as sensible as them.”

“The sooner you marry her the better it will be for everybody.” Dr. Deidre said when they had left.

“What!” Dylan said in surprise.

“Rohan loves her just as much as she loves him.” Dr. Deidre said. “No other man will hold the place in her heart that Rohan holds. This is something for Rohan and Leslie to decide when to share with you boys.”

“I'm already married.” I said sipping accepting a smoothie from Christopher. “What are you grinning at you hooligan of a Hospitaller?”

“Marriage for you is a formal expression of your love and commitment.” Dr. Deidre said peering into my eyes. “Follow my finger. You're married to Tim and the Order. No reason you cannot be married to somebody else. Although it's called adoption even that is a marriage of sorts. Obviously you have issues to work through which is why the boys will say nothing and won't pester you about it. They most certainly won't mention it to Tim. This is a one strike and spankings are out for a month boys. Understand?”

“Yes Ma'am.” they said in unison.

“You will keep quiet about it as well Christopher but the sooner you share that report with me the sooner I can explain it to Leslie.” Dr. Deidre continued. “Does Leslie have Rohan's and the boys' reports? Good. Send it to Rohan's smart phone so he can print it at the farm. I don't want Tracy to see it. Now let's go get some solid food inside Rohan.”

Lots of burgers and not so many fries were on my menu for lunch. I enjoyed the red wine with my burgers. The white wine went well with the chicken burgers that were nicely flavored with Mediterranean herbs and feta cheese. The boys agreed to wait until after tea to do their extra weapon drills with Trenton. I wanted to give him a hand. Even my housekeeper agreed it was the least strenuous way for me to spend time and she could keep an eye on me. Dylan kept an eye on me during my facial.

“He's been overexerting himself all day so I'm his babysitter for this part of the day.” Dylan explained to the beautician. “I don't mind. Hopefully you'll find it so sweet I'll get a kiss from you. I'm on the verge of becoming a teenager so I'm always on the lookout for kisses or more. Especially from ladies as pretty as you.”

When we were leaving the spa we both got kissed by the pretty lady. Dylan allowed me to buy him a smoothie as a thank you for my kiss. The others were on the lawn spanking balls. Caryn and Holden were in a tight tussle with Adam and Morgan. Sioned let us know tea was ready before the game ended so they called it an honorable draw. The tea was delicious. There were scones which made me very happy. I stayed happy despite my housekeeper telling me I had thirty-minutes to work with Trenton. That proved long enough for him to grasp the basics. Leif promised to keep an eye on things while I rested in the treehouse. My housekeeper allowed me to go off on my own when I told her I'd bought some novels to read.

No sooner was I settled on the balcony with my book when I was pleasantly distracted by Clifton. Bert and Tammy were having a couples massage he told me settling himself on top of me. The boys would be busy for at least another half-hour. I asked if he'd like to relax in the bath with me. He giggled and asked if we'd really be relaxing. Clifton agreed we might need to help each other relax. I carried the sweet boy to our bedroom and en-suite bathroom.

While the soaking tub was filling I stripped Clifton. In between kissing and nibbling on his exposed flesh I told him how much I'd missed him. The sweet boy squirmed as I sucked his nipples. He giggled when I licked his belly button. Clifton's whole body shook delightfully when I took his little cock in my mouth. I failed in my attempt to just suck on his cock and ended up with his balls in my mouth as well. My right hand was large enough to cup his entire ass so I toyed with his nipples with my left hand. Squeezing, sucking and rolling nipples between my fingers I brought my youngest lover to a wonderful, trembling orgasm. I lifted him up while the last tremors were still wracking his body.

Turning off the taps I added a splash of bubble bath to the half-filled tub. I wanted his ass clear of the water when I fucked him. There was no doubt that sweet ass was getting fucked. Soon. In fact it was all I good to do to soap the rest of his body first as he stood in the water.

“You are an angel with a very lovely body.” I whispered reverently. “I love it when you share your body with me. Sliding my finger inside you makes me ache in a good way.”

“A good way?” Clifton asked twitching as a second soapy finger slid inside him.

“That's when my cock jumps in eagerness.” I said. “My cock is very jealous of my fingers now.”

“Silly cock. They're the same body.” Clifton said giggling.

“Well it may be silly but then I was silly today.” I said withdrawing my fingers. “Let's help it get over its silliness.”

Keeping my thumb pressed against the head of my cock I guided or rather stuffed my cock in Clifton's ass. My cock throbbed and pulsed as I force-fed his small bum. All it took was an eternity before my balls met bum. The smallest movements of my hips was all there was room for inside of him. I didn't fuck him to my orgasm instead I squished my load out through my cock. Grinding against his ass combined with his squirming at the fullness was refreshingly different way to have sex. I kept my cock inside him for a while after I had emptied my balls. Even soft it was easy to remain trapped in the messy, tight passage.

Hearing the scurvy knaves approaching I withdrew from Clifton and sank back into the tub. I pulled Clifton down on my lap. He looked so cute with his chin barely above the water. Clifton nodded when I asked if he'd like a drink.

“What's the meaning of entering the bathroom empty-handed?” I asked. “I thought I raised you better. Two of you can march straight back down to the kitchen and get us all a glass of soda water and apple juice. The third can step next to the tub and pay the toll for you guys joining us.”

“I'll pay the toll.” Dylan said. “Five kisses is it?”

“Maybe but it's your cock I'll be kissing so present that treat to me Son.” I said.

When they returned Adam calmly passed Clifton his drink around Dylan. I was still enjoying blowing my son and fondling his ass. The other two scurvy knaves had settled in the tub before I relented and got to sucking Dylan with a purpose. The purpose revealed itself in a salty, warm flood that I let fill my mouth before gulping it down.

“Pretty decent load you had there.” I said. “Holding something back from me in the morning will only get you blown earlier in the day.”

“Oh no not that!” Dylan said in mock horror. “I'll never hold back in the morning again. I swear.”

“Impudent miscreant.” I said. “Hand me my drink and get in here. Yes it's a very tight fit but that half the fun. Let Clifton sit on one of your laps. Adam a little more hot water please. That's better. How much time do we have.”

“Fifteen-minutes.” Tracy said from outside the bathroom. “Is Clifton with you guys?”

“Yes he is.” Dylan said. “Do you want us to send him out?”

“No. I just want to let Tammy know he's here and clean.” Tracy said. “She was going to give him a bath before dinner.”

“Tell her we'll do it for five kisses.” Adam said.

“Unlike you guys all he needs is a quick dunking.” Tracy said. “That's not worth more than a kiss.”

“You drive a hard bargain but we'll take it.” Adam said. “I would have added a spot wot to my soda if I'd known how Tracy would best us.”

“Ten-minutes guys.” Tracy warned.

Considering the time pressure I agreed it was wise if Adam and Morgan gave me a hand with their double-team. I wrapped my lips just past the head and held my place while they stroked. What I liked best about it was the freedom to finger-fuck them. Clifton thought it very impressive when he saw me slide a third finger up each of their asses. Dylan smacked their cheeks with Clifton's hands. They drummed on bum. I finger-fucked ass. Boys stroked their cocks. They came. I swallowed. Away their loads went. I quickly pulled them down when I heard footsteps approaching the door.

“Are you here to add the candles?” I asked with a grin.

“Don't move!” Tracy said hastening away.

“I bet she forgot the candles.” Adam said.

“Candles be damned you guys are cute enough in those bubbles without them.” Tracy said returning with her camera. “Hand the angel to me.”

“I don't think we can lift Dad.” Dylan said.

“Huh! You know who I mean.” Tracy snorted holding up her towel covered arms. “Thanks Morgan. Well what are the rest of you waiting for? No Adam I am not drying the rest of you. Hop to it.”

They hopped. I sauntered. The wound hindered me I explained. Tracy bet it hadn't hindered me nearly as much when the boys arrived. I must have stiffened up since then I told her. Dylan agreed stiffening up happened to me often after they arrived in a room. Tracy smacked his ass. Clifton giggled but let her lead him from such ruffians. A relatively short-while later we had dressed and were heading to the terrace for our sundowners.

“What took you guys so long?” my housekeeper said.

“You don't have to ask.” Tracy said. “The usual but I had to snap a picture or two. They weren't in the shower. This time it was a bubble bath Leslie.”

I generously allowed the boys to have a gin and tonic. Plymouth gin I told Sioned. She had gotten some time off during the day so wasn't working a very long shift. Vernon had set it up this way because he was certain she'd enjoy watching me get in to trouble with my housekeeper. Sioned made Dylan promise not to tell me before she confessed it had been fun to watch her scold me. Adam admitted they thought it was fun as well. I told her to make certain my gin and tonic was a double.

“Did you miss me my Love?” Tim asked as he approached with Vernon.

Wrapping my arm around him I dropped him backward for a very sound, very long kiss. Sioned handed me my drink without a word and left to get two more gin and tonics for the new arrivals. She let Tim know after a kiss like that it could only be a double. My housekeeper intercepted Vernon when he asked us to excuse him so he could help with the wine.

“You're as bad as Rohan.” my housekeeper said. “You are here as a guest. Sioned has been more than capable all day. I'm certain she can manage. You wouldn't have her looking after us if she wasn't capable.”

“I heard you are grooming her as your replacement.” Abby said. “I'd say you've succeeded very well. Rohan needs another drink as well so I'll get you both one. This billing things directly to the rooms is very civilized. I'm enjoying it immensely.”

“I spoke at length with Lao just before we came over.” Vernon said.

“Go ahead.” my housekeeper said. “We'll wait on dinner until you get back from your walk.”

“I'll stay here and catch up on the reason for the scolding.” Tim said. “My Love you have a tendency to think assaults or attempted murder are hardly worth mentioning.”

“This time is was more closely related to suicide.” Adam suggested helpfully.

“Oh well that's so much better.” Tim said. “Nobody else gets hurt in a suicide. Sioned just a single this time please. I must stay sober enough to scold Rohan when he gets back from his walk. Then I'll get tipsy. Tracy please tell me Tipsy Tart is on the dessert menu before we leave. Friday night you say. Very good. Now about this attempted suicide.”

“Vernon when you saw us out for our run earlier what you didn't see was the stitches from my sparring.” I said as we left the terrace. “Seems I might have overextended myself a little. This morning I sparred against Charles and Christopher for a bit. Christopher got in a good thrust. He's a Hospitaller so it isn't serious. Griogair got in a good amount of practice. Tracy used the opportunity to test her herbal bandages. A thoroughly good morning.”

“Only you and Catherine would think of doing a marathon for a training run.” Vernon said with a laugh. “Rohan you really haven't changed as much as I thought. You're not chasing skirts but you're still chasing cute ass. Please don't stop. You keep Charles and me young through your antics.

One of the gentleman Lao was going to chat to on Saturday has to make an emergency trip to care for a family member. They brought their Saturday meeting forward to today. Lao is having it at your apartment after he picks up the monks from the airport. Then they will head to the cabin. Rohan we know you attribute your skill to having the luxury of more time to practice but Lao thinks there is more to it. I agree with him.

Your body seems to soak up chi as fast as you can generate it. Lao tells me he has never seen anybody absorb as much chi as you did that one day even with the mantras to help. Tracy told him it made her feel uncomfortable there was so much energy in the air. We've also notice your increased strength from the workouts.

All of this is good. What we need to do is figure out how to use the chi in an honorable way. There is plenty for you to learn in the meantime with your new teacher. What Lao wanted me to ask you for is permission to speak with Daizan, Mu and the church dignitaries. We need a complete picture of you before we can come up with a code of honor that you will be comfortable wearing. Your qualms over your relationship with the boys is an example of why we need to define general concepts like honesty and morality. How much chi would you consider it honorable to use if it prevented you from breaking another monk's nose or arm?”

“I don't know.” I admitted. “I haven't given it much thought.”

“That's because you didn't need to give it much thought.” Vernon said. “Chi has only recently entered your life in such a tangible way. That's what the rest of us need to think about while you train with your new teacher. Lao agreed you had a valid point about splitting your training between two teachers. He will raise it with your new teacher today. Rohan my knowledge merely dries to dust on the shelf so I am glad you are here to get me thinking of its application. Hopefully we can work on it with your sons while they are young and not wait until they are in their late twenties like you were when we met.”

“I'd like that and I'm sure the boys will as well.” I said. “Tim has already begun his journey with you. Thank you for being open to him.”

“Speaking of Tim let us return so he can scold you and the others can have dinner.” Vernon said with a smile. “I'm eager to see the video of your sparring today.”

We'd been gone for too long just as I feared. Sioned grinned at me from behind Tim's back. Didn't I think there was a reason nobody else considers running a marathon on the day they have twenty-plus stitches put in them? Didn't I see the blood or is my first aid training so inadequate I didn't assume there was blood loss? Not only did I run a marathon but I didn't have the decency to do it at a slow jog. I confessed I hadn't thought of going for a walk instead of a run. Tim let me know the stitches had held up better than me and I owed Griogair a bottle of wine in thanks. He'd already taken care of it for me since the blood loss had addled my memory. Obviously he couldn't leave me alone for a single day. He couldn't believe I had run into him with such a wound and not mentioned it. How on earth did I expect to live to see my sons graduate from college? Was I trusting to divine...

“Kissing me is not going to get you off.” Tim said.

“I was only hoping it would shut you up long enough for the others to get dinner.” I said giving him a second kiss. “Sioned is very impressed by the scolding. I swear I saw her taking notes. You've expressed your concern. You still love this irresponsible me just as much as he loves you. I promise I won't run another marathon tomorrow. What I want to hear about is your stay with Vernon.”

“You really must take better care of yourself my love.” Tim said leaning in to kiss me. “I'm joining forces with your housekeeper to see how we can do it. Tracy says it is best just to focus on damage control. I think she's right. Vernon's rooms look a lot like his cottage. Caryn you really nailed Spain. I kept thinking I was in Winchester.”

“Thank you Tim.” Caryn said. “Sorry we duplicated what you already had Vernon.”

“You confirmed the yearning of my heart.” Vernon said. “When I arrived here I thought I wanted to make a clean break from Spain but I kept thinking of the colors and the foods. I bought myself just a couple of place settings like I had in Spain. I was wearing it for a while so to speak. Now I have place settings for a lot more people. When you did the Spanish theme in Winchester I knew Spain would always be a big part of me. That is where a much younger Rohan had me pulling my hair out. Tim he is unrecognizably more responsible now than he was so long ago.”

“Or not so long ago.” Christopher said. “I think we must all sit down one night soon to see if we can help Tim understand the path Rohan has walked. Maybe some fresh eyes will be able to see the path he has walked and get some clues about how to help him move forward. Love can blind us not only to faults but it raises our fears so they cloud our perception. Tim this happens to adults all the time so it is not surprising it happened to you. We all either learned something new or were given a good reminder. Rohan was so full of joy he couldn't think clearly and assess the risks. Maybe we failed him in not stepping in but we will learn.”

“You're welcome to join them Leslie.” I said. “I tend to forget how much mayhem I caused. Maybe because there was so much of it I think of it as normal.”

“What I find fascinating is that you made it off the grounds.” Felicity said as we entered the dining area. “How you kept going and then only needed a meal and a smoothie to recover is mind-boggling.”

“Catherine is the genius behind it.” I said. “She's the one who got me fit. Catherine spiritual deaths are part of being in a religious Order. You helped me make it a spectacular one instead of the regular humdrum dark night of the soul. Elaine and Sanne had their turn on my mantra retreat. The pain felt like it went all the way to the core of my being and back again. I'm told it was a night to remember.”

“A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity I hope.” Sanne said. “A good thing we had Lao on hand to help. So glad you managed to hold on long enough for him to drive out.”

“That was Catherine's work again Felicity.” I said. “She also put me back together again with Teresa’s help after I lost a few pounds.”

“We think he's still trying to regain that weight which is why he eats so much.” Dylan said. “He made a skeleton look obese. What made it hard was knowing he went through it for us. None of us felt worthy enough for such a gift. Leslie helped us through it. You had enough to deal with Dad. Glad we kept it from you.”

“I think we deserve a spanking for keeping it from you.” Adam said. “I'll remind you on Friday. Tracy will have what's left of my hide if I got spanked before then.”

“Hopefully some of that good sense will rub off on your dad.” Tracy said. “Juliet he stopped just short of the need for salve. Nicely judged Rohan. I'm sure your housekeeper would have disagreed. Only for the opportunity to scold you. They're loving scoldings Boss. Some people say it with flowers. She tells you with a scolding. I just enjoy your plonk. Good choice Vernon. I am particularly fond of this white.”

“I think you ought to have a case shipped back home to enjoy with Brother Michael.” Abby said. “You're right we'd better check. Vernon this isn't like the wine Tim spoiled us rotten with is it? Well if it is under a thousand for a case then Tracy has to buy some. Tracy I know you're saving to outfit yourself when you start training with the Order full-time but you can still afford this treat. Do you honestly think this gang is not going to outfit you for your birthday?”

“She's right couch-sister.” Leslie said. “We thought about waiting but decided it was best to get it for you on your birthday so you don't go buying the stuff yourself.”

“When it's time for your birthday I will have enough money to buy you some arm bracers.” Lance said.

“Hans and Marikie will help me buy you some boots.” Clifton said.

“We were thinking of a toy chest but you might disturb the deer.” Morgan said. “We'll check with Brother Murray. He's the outdoorsman.”

“The rest of us will help outfit you for taking such good care of Rohan and the Order business.” Charles said. “We might leave you to buy your own underwear.”

“No we won't.” Sophie said. “Tracy is going to feel the love from her skin all the way to the weapon she's using. Don't go there boys.”

“We wouldn't.” Dylan said. “She means too much to us. Tracy you guys are outfitting us boys so it's only fair we get to outfit you.”

“Will you at least allow me to buy the food for the birthday bash?” Tracy asked. “I didn't think so but I had to try. What you won't stop me from buying is a thank you gift for the chefs. My couch-sister will help me select the gifts. I think I'll need two cases of this lovely wine.”

The garlic bread came to the table steaming hot as garlic bread rolls with herbs and a touch of cheese. I loved the idea. While chewing on his fourth roll Morgan let me know I was free to make these when I got home. Adam declared they were right up there with Abby's favorite breakfast. I was too busy enjoying the lasagna to offer any comment. Tracy told Sioned she could just park the dessert trolley next to me when Dylan pointed out the tiramisu. Sioned didn't know how effective tiramisu was in helping a man heal from a wound. I explained how the joy and happiness it brought me speeded up the healing work done by the body.

On our walk around the grounds after dinner Tim kept a tight grip on my hand. We returned to the treehouse to watch a travel show and have a nightcap. Tracy applied a fresh bandage to replace the one I'd taken off before my bath. When Tim insisted on taking a look Felicity decided she needed to see the wound. She talked Tim into buying her a drink when Tracy covered the wound. Abby let him know he had to have one with the lady. We all walked those who were staying at the hotel back to their rooms. I slipped away for a walk with Tim. The scurvy knaves promised to stay awake by jumping in the hot tub while we took our walk. We wished Vernon a goodnight in front of the hotel before starting our walk.

“Beloved I can feel the tension and simmering anger inside you but this is still a beautiful evening.” I said calmly. “The full moon, crisp clear air and everything softened by the moonlight. I'm holding the hand of my life-mate after an incredible day and night. You're brave enough to deal with whatever lies beneath those feelings of anger and fear. You're wise enough to make use of the help around you. I have complete faith in you. Never let concern distract you from experiencing beauty. Always welcome joy and romance in to your life because often they are the best healers.”

“I know you wouldn't do this just to try make me feel better.” Tim said. “I know you really are enjoying being with me in this magical setting even though I am in a shitty mood. One day I hope I will possess this skill. You won't accept my apology or see any reason to forgive me because you see no wrong in what we experience at any time. That my Love is a reason to marry you all on its own. Yes there are one or two maybe even three others.”

Kisses were one of the other reasons. Dancing on the grass late at night was another. Dragging him in the trees for a fuck like we experienced on our first day trip up the river was another good reason. Letting his cum fall to the ground seemed just as right here as it had in the other wood.

“Get out of those clothes Tim.” I said when we entered the treehouse. “You scurvy knaves stay in that hot tub. I'll make us all a whiskey and soda while Tim strips.”

A naked waiter serving him a drink in a hot tub was a perfect way to end the day Morgan decided. I lifted Tim up and dumped him in the shark infested waters of the hot tub. The teeth came out when I let the scurvy knaves know Tim was all theirs. They weren't to release him until he was feeling better. Talk, fuck and suck for as long as it takes I ordered. Then I kissed them goodnight and went to bed.

The next morning we woke to Lawrence taking pictures of the five of us in bed. Tracy had called in the professional because she thought it was such a good scene. All the fucketeers had joined me in bed. I'd fallen asleep before they finished with Tim. Adam told me it was unusual for me not to stir when they climbed into bed. We headed for the shower while Tracy and Lawrence went to let the others know we'd be a little late for sunrise meditations. Tim fucked me while I swallowed loads from the other three.

Incorrigible I agreed calmly as I greeted my housekeeper. Ignoring the raised eyebrows I did some sparring with the short sword. I kept it to the rolling hands drill Christopher enjoyed so much. This decision was the only thing that prevented a mutiny and me being hauled away I learned later from Petersen. We needed three cars for the trip to Winchester. Dylan promised to see if rooms were available for the dignitaries. I also asked him to see about extending our stay for an extra two nights. My housekeeper had arranged some breakfast sandwiches for us. Sioned slipped in to the kitchen to retrieve them. They were warm from the oven and delicious. The hotel even gave us some flasks of coffee with creamer and sugar on the side in cute little picnic baskets.

I let Tracy drive so I could stretch out on the back seat. Tim was riding shotgun so I settled for snuggling up to my bag of sandwiches and flask of coffee. Christopher, Garth, Leif and Petersen followed us while Sanne, Bram and Alida rode at the back of the procession. Layla knew exactly how Christopher was feeling being a Hospitaller herself. She immediately took him for a walk when his feet had barely touched the ground. Brother Murray and Sister Celeste told me they had explained to the dignitaries why they were here and all of them agreed to leave London early. Dabulamanzi was holding a light workout class beyond the garden. Even Tim knew there would be nothing light about it.

Sanne, Bram and Alida headed off with Sister Colleen to check on the gardens and answer her questions. Petersen was complaining to Garth that we had run out of decent chefs in the Order in England. He told me he knew of a good culinary school in London. Then train more. That will take too long he protested. What we need is a three-tier system Leif told me. Some chefs to help get the catering business off the ground immediately. Another group to bring some chefs up to par on the basics so they could be left on their own to run the catering business. The third group would be the best of the current crop of chefs and would study at top culinary colleges. This group would become the instructors at the Order culinary school. Leif told me it would take three to five years to get them ready.

“Tim can you call up the top culinary schools in the UK and the States on your phone for Petersen?” I asked. “Good. Petersen you will have to call the ones in the States this afternoon or after dinner but you can start chatting to the local ones this morning. Explain our problem and ask for suggestions. Remember we have the barbecue next week and a lot of test subjects right here. Whatever expenses cannot be covered by the Order you can charge to me. Tim has some of my cards. Now I'm off to go play with Dabulamanzi.”

“No you're not.” Tracy said. “You can go and watch but hands off. I better not see so much as a single bead of sweat on you Boss.”

“Good morning Rohan care to join us?” Dabulamanzi asked when we stepped into sight.

“He'd love to join you but he's being sensible.” Tracy said. “Rohan's housekeeper has him under house arrest. He ran a marathon yesterday with twenty-three stitches in his side. She wasn't happy.”

“I bet it was a wonderful scolding.” Dabulamanzi said with a grin. “Two in one day. Rohan you have changed so much but somethings never change. Always getting into trouble with the women.”

“You ran a marathon?” a portly nun asked in awe.

“That's our best guess judging by the fact they were gone for three hours.” Tracy said. “We suspect it might have been more but we were trying to limit the scolding. He was out jogging with his fitness trainer. A lady just as crazy as him. Christopher got him in the right flank earlier during weapons training. We'll show you the video. I don't know how Rohan held them off as long as he did. Christopher stepped in to help Charles so it became two of them against Rohan.”

“I must see that video.” Dabulamanzi said. “One day I might beat Charles with a broadsword but it hasn't arrived. Christopher is my equal. Those two would have finished me off in seconds.”

“The three brothers taught me well.” I explained. “Looks like I ought to go back for a refresher course or two. We'll let you get on with things. I think it's best I chat with Sister Celeste. Standing here is way too tempting.”

“Praise the gods my boss is being sensible.” Tracy said. “I guess being thrashed in front of all these Order members would be embarrassing. Let's go find my backpack. I need a drink to celebrate. Tim won't believe it either. Come along Boss. Don't ruin all this good work.”

Stephen, Belinda and Christopher had joined Petersen. I headed over to see what they had learned. The culinary school in London was willing to let some of their senior students train our chefs in exchange for gaining practical real-world experience. The problems under discussion were accommodation for them and keeping our Order protected. There aren't too many catering companies who have monks and nuns swinging swords working for them.

“Swing the swords at another time if you're worried.” I said. “I don't mind them finding out. Petersen I know it will take longer but let's start with Winchester. Six months ought to give us a good idea of how successful such a set-up is. Then we can expand it to other areas and get more people training. This is not something we are going to fix overnight.”

“There's no reason we can't test such a set-up in the States.” Stephen added. “We could arrange an exchange program between the two countries. I'll put the word out among the chapter houses and see if anything comes up. Petersen all we have to do is reach the point where we meet the customer's expectations. Then we can work on improving it. Waiting until the chefs are at the exalted level you want isn't practical.”

“Surely it won't take long to get them to make a good lasagna or cottage pie or roast dishes.” Christopher said. “You're going to have a few of the students down next week to see the accommodation and have them cook at the barbecue aren't you? Then let's see. I understand it isn't easy for you but it would really help me. Beyond any doubt this is the lowest point of my time in the Order.”

“Then you're doing a great job.” Tim said kindly. “Christopher your monks are fat which means they aren't starving. You're obviously providing for them well. Maybe a little too well but that's okay. I'm pretty certain you've been very busy. I know how easy it is to get distracted. Rohan got distracted and it took Sister Celeste to get him back on track.

Why don't you ask Phyllis to help you set up a group of monks and nuns to keep an eye on things? Maybe six or so who you chat to once a week. Give them a region or a specific aspect of Order life. Things like fitness, food, maintenance and health. They can chat to the chapter house heads and traipse around the country for you. Phyllis has plenty of experience organizing things.”

“Tim is right.” I said. “Christopher you're going through what I went through a short while back. That's when we uncovered the embezzlers. Stephen felt bad about it. I feel like I've let both of you down. This doesn't feel good. Petersen will have to suffer through the healing process with us. Maybe his discomfort will inspire him to create a system to prevent it from happening again. We can learn from this if we choose. Thanks to my flesh wound I can't even go purge these shitty feelings by bullying Dabulamanzi.”

We decided to leave it there for the moment. Petersen would call the culinary schools in the States later. I appropriated Tracy's bottle of Scotch for Petersen and I to medicate with while we cooked lunch. Tracy brightened when I pointed out there was a liquor store in Winchester to replace her bottle. She invited Tim to join her on her shopping trip. They promised to visit the coffee shop to sample the coffee.

Apart from Dabulamanzi who was getting the monks fit the other dignitaries helped us prepare lunch. I tossed my phone to Sanne when Dylan called.

“He's cooking lunch Dylan.” Sanne said. “Most of the church dignitaries are here. Are there enough for individual rooms? Thank you. I will chat with Rohan and call the hotel directly. Glad we can extend our stay. Did you get the gist of that Rohan.”

“Yes, thank you.” I said smacking Petersen's ass with a spatula. “Leif does this grouch stay here in Winchester to stew with the monks or do we need to take him back for a couple of days of spa treatments and chats with Leslie?”

“He'll want to stay here but I think two or three days at the hotel will serve him better.” Leif said. “Sweetheart I know that's not what you want to hear but this is a chance for you to grow. Sometimes you need to step back. You can chat with Leslie and do the spa treatments for a couple of days. The other treatment is to lock you in a room with the fucketeers. Yes I would. I've missed you for so long giving up another day or three to get you back is a small price to pay.”

“Petersen you're coming back to the hotel.” I said firmly. “Tim will get the fucketeers on standby although they're always up for buggering old men like us. Now as for the rest of you stuck-in-the-mud Order officials you are joining us for a few days. Get drunk and commiserate with Petersen if you must but do it at the hotel. I'll set the fucketeers on you if need be. Layla I know two of them that would just as quickly bed you as they would Hafiz. My housekeeper will explain your options for rooms when we get back.”

Sanne gave my housekeeper a call to explain the extra guests. I sent Leif and Petersen out to man the grill with our rapidly emptying bottle of medicine. Bram didn't need anybody to tell him the two of them needed some time together. He came in and helped me get the baked vegetables done. Alida agreed Tim and Tracy were unlikely to object to Tipsy Tart two consecutive days. The church dignitaries grinned when I warned them they would be kissed for doing this so if they wanted to step aside now was the time. None of them stepped aside.

“Horrible coffee Boss.” Tracy said after she'd checked Petersen couldn't hear. “Let's slip away after lunch and go fix it shall we. No need to bother Petersen. You know that batter looks very much like Tipsy. I'm glad you warned the others to expect kisses. Tim you start at that end and I'll work my way down from here.”

Dabulamanzi laughed when he entered in the middle of the thank you process. The other monks grinned. Those who were still standing. Christopher was helping Brother Murray with the less fit of the bunch. Brother Murray and Sister Celeste would stay to keep the monks working out. Hafiz agreed with me that sending them to Africa to get fit would be a death sentence. We'll get them fit here I promised him. Dabulamanzi looked dubious so I made him a wager that in three years we would put the top five from this group through a workout against any five of his guys from Africa.

“The usual prize?” Dabulamanzi asked. “Then you have a wager. I'll even set the start date from the start of the new year.”

“Tim the usual prize is all the beer my team and me can drink.” I explained. “You better start saving because I'll be getting in drinking shape soon enough.”

“This lot couldn't run a marathon in three lifetimes of training never mind three years.” Dabulamanzi declared. “The old woman of my village would die of shame if they were this unfit.”

“Before we begin lunch there is something I need to tell you guys.” I announced a few minutes later. “Dabulamanzi thinks you guys will never hold your own against his top guys in a workout challenge. I have let him know in three years from now five of you will not only hold your own you will win a workout challenge against his best. There is no way you will lose with Christopher taking a personal interest in your training. The prize for the winning team, their trainer and me is all the beer we can drink. We'll have to come up with our own version of a victory dance in the next three years.”

Although more subdued there was a closeness and tenderness between Petersen and Leif that hadn't been there earlier. Tracy helped prepare the custard for Tipsy. The others let Dabulamanzi know about the enforced holiday they were going on. He started to protest but backed down when I said this was one instance my housekeeper wouldn't scold me for kicking his ass while wounded. The boys want you there so you will be there and that's the end of it I announced.

“The gloves will come off and I've learned a lot of new stuff.” I warned. “Besides you will get to see the boys play in their first rugby game.”

“I will come to this palace if you promise to show me some of these tricks.” Dabulamanzi said.

“They have a gym with a nice heavy bag Boss.” Tracy said. “I still find you moving it without touching it a good trick.”

“That will do.” Dabulamanzi said.

Everything was fine with the gardens Sanne assured me. Sister Colleen was doing a great job. I sent the others back ahead of us saying there was a little matter I needed to sort out. No sense in them hanging around for an hour when they could be getting settled in. The hour became two hours and even then I knew I would have to give them more training. The coffee shop manager gave me a kiss he was so grateful for my help. He had been at his wit's end trying to get them to pull a decent shot of espresso.

“Night and day.” Christian said when he sampled one last shot before we left. “You're a miracle worker Rohan. I won't let them get fancy with the milk before your next visit. A good coffee drink without the pretty flower on top is better than a pretty one that tastes bad. I still don't know how you did it. Such a transformation.”

“Sometimes all they need is to gain confidence in the product.” I explained. “You can tell by the cost of the supplies we use top-quality ingredients. I expect we might lose a few customers who want the overly-sweet standard mochas and flavored drinks. I hope we will replace the ones we lose with people who appreciate the more subtle coffee drinks we serve. There is no bad espresso to hide so we can use less flavor or chocolate. Your staff haven't worked with this quality of ingredients so they have to develop trust in the less-is-more approach. I think I saw the light go on in them when they tasted the first espresso shot that wasn't bitter.”

We got a round of lattes for the trip back. Tim and Tracy agreed with Christian that the difference was like night and day. I placed a hundred on the counter and told them all to go out for dinner together on me. Tracy called my housekeeper to explain why we were late returning. Tim was happy to take over as driver.

The boys were practicing their drop kicks to Dabulamanzi who was trying to catch the ball while the other dignitaries attempted to knock him over. Petersen and Leif were sitting at a table with Leslie so I didn't go over. My housekeeper let me know Vernon would like me to call him. I got myself a drink and found a quiet table.

“I didn't want to disturb you at the farm.” Vernon explained. “Jinsong is your new teacher for weapons and unarmed combat. Hui and Lao agreed to help him. We are all looking forward to helping you integrate your code of honor with your combat training. The dancers hadn't shared a hint with Lao. They were making him wait until they got to the cabin. I think you'll hear from Lao on the weekend.”

“Thank you for the warning and the update.” I said. “Do you know if Jinsong is planning on getting in touch with me? Okay I will wait to hear from Lao and ask Tracy to keep an eye on my email. Right now we have a shortage of chefs to train the catering crew. Petersen is going to put some students from the culinary school to the test next week with our barbecue. They'll be better than what we have. We'll put them up in the house to help keep the Order side of the business under wraps.”

“All you really need is one good chef like Petersen over there.” Vernon said. “The students will be good to ease the chef's workload but you need a head person. Speak to the head chef at the hotel. I think one of the chefs recently retired to look after her husband who was very ill. They may have had their own place or been renting. I got here just a few weeks before she left. Let me know what you learn and if you need help I'll ask some questions tomorrow.”

Sioned was happy to slip me in to the kitchen for a word with Alfie. I explained it wouldn't do for Petersen to see us chatting just yet. Alfie led me to his office attached to the kitchen. He listened as I explained the challenge we faced. I laughed when he told me he was just like Petersen when he started here only he worked under chefs of lesser ability. Grace was the lady Vernon had in mind. Her husband had passed away recently. Thankfully it hadn't been a lingering illness but now she felt like she'd retired too soon.

“Petersen and Leif will be here at one tomorrow for lunch.” I promised. “Thank you for calling Grace and setting things up.”

“No trouble at all.” he said. “I'm glad to help Grace and Vernon. Thanks to Vernon my daughter is being properly groomed. Yes Sioned is my daughter.”

“I'll let you get back to your work.” I said. “Thank you for the time and trouble.”

This time I didn't hesitate to go over to the table where Leslie, Petersen and Leif were chatting.

“I have to go get the boys ready for dinner but thought Petersen would feel better if I let him know I might have found a chef of his ability to oversee the students.” I said kneeling down next to the table. “Grace is coming in tomorrow to cook lunch for the two of you. Be ready at one. Petersen all I know is she comes highly recommended by Alfie the head chef here. She retired to look after her sick husband who has since passed on. Now she is at a bit of a loose end.”

“I haven't found fault with any of the food I've eaten here.” Petersen said. “Thank you for letting me know Rohan. I do feel better. We'll look forward to lunch and meeting Grace.”

“Vernon isn't here but you are so I'll kiss you.” Leif said. “Vernon will get his tomorrow. Thank you. I don't think we'll need the help of the fucketeers but keep them close. One never knows and I'm out of patience.”

“I'll let them know on the way to the treehouse.” I promised. “We'll be back for drinks and dinner in just a bit.”

Trenton had taught Dabulamanzi how to do a drop kick and the boys were having a great time seeing how far from him they could stand to catch the ball. I waited until he was just about to swing his foot at the ball before I gave his butt a squeeze.

“Quick boys there's a madman chasing me.” I said as I ran for cover. “We have to go shower. Phew that was close. Now before I forget Petersen might need some of the treatment you gave Tim last night. Leif will let you know. Thanks for being so helpful. Now let me help myself to your full loads. Fine if you insist I'll let two of you double-fuck me while I double-team the other two.”

“We really do appreciate how kind you are to humor us.” Morgan said as he lay beneath me and slid inside my ass.

“Anybody can see you get no pleasure at all from two cocks up the ass.” Adam said kneeling behind me to slide his cock in above Morgan's.

“I wouldn't say no pleasure. Minimal might be a better word.” I conceded.

“Shall we drink to the death of honesty with Scotch or brandy?” Tim asked. “Oh the challenges we face in our youth.”

“Never mind face let's get some head.” Dylan said pressing his cock against my lips. “Head up ass down Dad. Very nice. A minute or two of good sucking will earn you a treat.”

“Sucking our cocks is a treat in itself.” Tim said. “I feel like I'm being treated royally. You boys did a great job preparing him for married life.”

“Really it was a pleasure.” Dylan said.

“Multiple pleasures.” Morgan added. “Like the ones I'm experiencing now.”

The multiple pleasures soon led to multiple loads being jettisoned. My cock didn't need any stimulation. The four loads pumping into me did the trick nicely. I was a grinning fool when the four of them got off me. The joy of it finally being over is the only reason for the smile I tried. We all had a good laugh and finally got started applying soap. Tracy knocked. We hurried.

Still on restrictions I did another round of rolling hands with Christopher in the morning. I also got to do some with Layla who wasn't familiar with the practice. Dr. Deidre removed Tracy's patch and told me I might be back to regular sparring tomorrow. She'd check again in the morning before I sparred. I was so happy I kissed her.

“That's a reminder not to zig when it's time to zag.” I explained to the startled masseuse. “You go right on with whatever you need to do. The guy who stitched me should have been a tailor.”

The stitches held. I melted beneath her skillful hands. Tim peeled me off the table for some steam room time. Sioned had set candles on the table for Petersen and Leif. Leif was very happy to have Lawrence take pictures. Dylan remarked how they were just like Tim and me. Sophie had to agree. I had to get another drink. We finished our lunch before the lovebirds . Their lunch was a multiple course affair.

The rugby game was tomorrow. I had nothing on the agenda for today. Trenton was taking the boys for a hike. A bit of reading in the hot tub before tea seemed perfect. Tim agreed the hot tub sounded like a good idea. The only thing better than spending time in the hot tub was spending time in Tim in the hot tub.

“You only have yourself to blame.” I said when I slid out of him. “What do you think is going to happen to a hot naked lad in a hot tub with a pervert like me? Song and dance?”

“One can always hope but one can never be certain until the cock is in the ass.” Tim said kissing me gently. “That was so hot the ice in my drink has melted.”

We enjoyed buttered scones with clotted cream and raspberry jam for tea. I promised Sioned five kisses from Dylan if she put a little basket together for me to enjoy in the hot tub. When she told me Dylan was very cute I upped it to seven kisses. Clifton told me he had a hot tub at their treehouse but Tammy didn't want him in it on his own. Tammy and Bert had gone for a drive today. Ten kisses from Dylan because Sioned added some scones and toppings for Clifton as well.

I left Tim on the terrace chatting with Vernon. The risks involved in buggering Clifton on the balcony were turning me on. I had another idea I wanted to try out on the sweet lad. Clotted cream tasted so good with raspberry jam on a scone I was certain it would be a delicious combination on Clifton. Ass or cock I mused on the way to the treehouse. The correct answer was obvious. Both.

Being a good host I took care of my guests needs first. A naked Clifton lay on his stomach with a plate of scones in front of him. Using the same butter knife I had used to prepare his scones I buttered some jam on his cute little cheeks. Looking over his shoulder he warned me to save some for my scones. I'd already taken care of them but I did want to ave some for his front. Clotted cream soon dotted his sticky red cheeks.

Kneeling next to the couch I began to feast. My tongue left long trails through the coating on his ass. Despite the challenge Clifton managed to continue eating his scones while I licked his ass clean. I finished my treat a short while after he finished. Lifting him off the couch I had him stand in front of me. My left hand gently tugged his cock out at a slight upward angle. He squirmed as the flat of the butter knife spread jam all over his cute little balls. Then the knife was running all over his shaft. Since there was no cream on the inside I put a little extra on the outside.

Moving quickly before the cream dropped from him I engulfed my creation. Getting all the jam off him took two prolonged dry orgasms. One final inspection assured me I had every drop. A quick kiss on the head of his cock and it was time for the hot tub. Clifton wriggled and pressed down as best he could as I forced my cock inside his tiny ass. A little more wriggling to get comfortable and he leaned back against me as if nothing untoward was happening beneath the water.

“Stop stealing our scones.” I said as Tim snagged one of the plate. “I just knew we should have locked the door.”

“Scoundrel are you buggering another boy in the hot tub?” Tim asked kissing me as he undressed.

“I was going to but I can't seem to get a moment's peace.” I said.

“How about my piece in a moment?” Tim asked.

“Whatever will the neighbors think?” I asked with a smile.

“Cute. Hot. Oh wow that was quite a show.” Tim suggested.

I whispered in Clifton's ear. He smiled and nodded. I told Tim to stay standing. The moment I took him in my mouth Clifton started kissing and licking his nuts. Tim obviously felt the same way I did about sex with a boy as young as Clifton because his orgasm descended on him with the speed and impact of a freight train.

“Phew! Gods you guys are incredible.” Tim said kneeling to kiss us both. “You're inside him aren't you my Love?”

“Yes I have been for a little while.” I admitted.

“How the hell do you stand it?” Tim said. “Gods I'd want to pound him and fill him within minutes.”

“I do but can you think of anything more torturous than making yourself wait?” I asked.

“What's this torturous wait?” Dylan asked as the scurvy knaves came in. “Perhaps the one Tracy and the others are enduring waiting for you guys.”

“Well since I'm getting no peace but pieces you boys better get in and feed me.” I said with a sigh. “Must you steal the last two scones?”

“Obviously we must or we wouldn't have.” Morgan said. “Rohan you shouldn't complicate things. When it happens it is because it had to happen.”

“I'm guessing the torturous wait had nothing to do with Tracy and your housekeeper.” Adam said stepping in to the hot tub with Morgan.

No instructions needed this time. The moment I took the two cocks in my mouth Clifton went to work kissing and licking four nuts. Taking hold of his hand I gave him a practical demonstration of finger fucking.

“Damn that's hot.” Morgan groaned. “Clifton you're doing great. I hope Rohan is paying attention and learning something from you.”

“I think he is.” Adam said. “Damn they make a good team. Captain Clifton and Deckhand Dad! Swab my ass me mateys!”

A giggling Clifton lowered his head to peer at our fingers. I heard him gasp when he saw Adam jerk in response to a touch on his sweet spot. One, two, three jerks and it was time for me to swallow. They took a quick dunk in the water and climbed out. While they raced away for a quick rinse in the shower Dylan and Tim stepped up.

“Scoundrel I find your torture so arousing.” Tim said. “Dylan I'd jut cum when you guys arrived. Rohan was still swallowing when you stepped out here. I don't think he minds swallowing. Gods those fingers feel great.”

“Swallowing, fingering, licking and sucking seem to come naturally to Dad.” Dylan said. “Sorry Deckhand Dad.”

The boy was lucky I was in a rush and had a mouthful of cock. Later I'll show him I vowed. Right now it was finger, suck, squeeze as, suck and swallow. Time to end the torture I decided standing up and bracing Clifton on the edge of the tub. I might have needed several thrusts to get me off but three might be a more honest count. Dylan didn't help by whispering loudly in Clifton's ear that I liked it when my lovers squeezed their ass on my cock. Fucking hell the boy squeezed my cum out like string cheese in a wrapper.

“I really did forget to tell him not to do it when you started unloading.” Dylan said with wink at the other two.

Adam and Morgan were almost rolling on the floor when Tim explained. I sent them off ahead to redirect Tracy or my housekeeper. Even I saw the funny side and started laughing as we entered the shower. I made certain to let Dylan know his getting would be just as good as mine. He laughed and presented his butt for a few swats. Clifton got in a few smacks as well. We dried and dressed quickly.

In the face of such joy no scolding could survive. I lifted Clifton off my shoulders and handed him to Tammy. My housekeeper even waited while we enjoyed a drink on the terrace before herding us in for dinner. The most important news was about Grace. Judging by how much more relaxed Christopher and Petersen were I knew it was good news. Petersen had talked Grace into joining us for dinner. He introduced her to the gang as chief trainer and supervisor of the catering crew in Winchester. Grace thanked Tim for his offer of a cottage but she would sell her home here and buy one in Winchester. She preferred to stay a little away from work. That way she could also check on the coffee shop. Like all good chefs she had learned how to prepare excellent coffee.

“Rohan spent a couple of hours helping the staff at the coffee-shop yesterday Dylan.” Tracy explained to the others. “We didn't say anything because Petersen had enough on his mind. They were horrible before Rohan helped. Now the espresso is good but their milk needs work. The amount of flavor and chocolate could do with some fine-tuning Grace. Chat with Christian the manager about a house after you've got your coffee.”

“Welcome on board.” Abby said. “Despite what Rohan says about seat belts you had better buckle yourself in.”

The rest of the dinner conversation was about how the others had enjoyed their stay. What they had done here and if they had gotten out on drives. Victor let the boys know they had received special permission to take part in a local high school game. They would be substitutes. Both coaches had agreed mainly because there was nothing on the line for either team. We would need to buy them some gear on the way to the game tomorrow. The whole gang was traveling to watch. Felicity laughed and predicted it would be a bigger crowd than they got all season. The boys gave Victor a hug. He promised to coach them up tomorrow morning. The dignitaries promised to lend a hand.

“You can spar with a light weapon Rohan.” Dr. Deidre said inspecting my wound the next morning. “Yes scimitars with Hafiz will be fine.”

Aydinlik was as eager for the exercise as me. I leapt at Hafiz who calmly rolled to the side and came up smiling behind me. We laughed as we charged each other. Dabulamanzi credited the laughter to being in the sun too long. Our blades flashed in the lights. They kissed each other loudly but quickly. Short sharp touches before springing apart. Rolling hands won this bout for me. I had to give Christopher credit for this victory. Griogair only had to put in three stitches.

Victor didn't allow us to linger over breakfast. The boys needed some coaching. Petersen agreed with Victor that Dylan would be inside center, Morgan on the wing because he was the fastest and Adam would play full back because of his hand-eye coördination. They would start by teaching them how to go to the ground and make the ball available to their teammates. Then Petersen would coach Dylan while Victor helped Morgan and Adam. The rest of us warmed up with some kicks to each other and passing. Trenton coached us.

“These boys are the best I've coached in terms of focusing on technique.” Victor said when we headed to lunch.

“That's because technique is key to swordsmanship.” Tracy said. “I can't wait to see how they do on the field. Adam looked really good jumping up to catch those high balls. Especially with the mad monks charging him.”

When we stopped to get the boys their rugby gear Leslie visited a nearby material shop. She returned with several large patches of foam and swaths of material in the high school colors. Felicity had warned her that the benches were usually uncomfortable so she planned to make some cushions. The other moms at the stadium pitched in and with some Velcro patches to secure the material they soon had a lot of cushions spread out among the stands.

I went down to the change room to introduce the boys. Victor came with me to update the coach on what the boys knew. He'd explained some tactics to the boys on the drive over. How Adam could kick the ball ahead for Morgan to run it down. Dylan's role was to draw people to him so when he got tackled there were fewer defenders for the others to run past. A little kick past the oncoming defenders that he could collect himself was another good ploy if he was certain their fullback wouldn't get to it before him. Morgan could also use such a kick when he found himself on the short side of the field at a scrum. Tackling the opponents as they peeled off the scrum had caused Morgan's eyes to light up. Especially when Victor added the harder they fell the better.

“You guys have been very kind to give up your place on the team.” I said. “I appreciate it. The rest of our group are having a blast as well. We'll find some way to make it up to you guys.”

While I was chatting in the change room Tracy and a few of the others had made a run to the liquor store the moment they learned it was okay to have a few beers in the stands. There were plenty of volunteers to form a chain when they saw how much she had bought.

“Boss we couldn't drink alone.” Tracy said as she loaded me up with a couple of cases of beer. “I found some Maximus and Wards. Don't worry I got some of the local brews as well for the locals. I'm hoping we'll convert them to the good stuff.”

“Very generous of you Guv.” a guy said grabbing a couple of cases. “I'm Stanley.”

“Generous of your boys to allow mine to play.” I responded. “I'm Rohan and this angel is Tracy. That's my housekeeper unloading the snacks.”

“Go Brettonwood!” we cheered at kick off.

The volume of our cheer startled the kids who paused to grin at us. Then the game was on. Collington were a good team who played enthusiastically Stanley told us. Their enthusiasm got one of the forwards in trouble with Morgan. The guy had late tackled our wing right near the bench. Morgan got in his face even though he had to stand on his toes to do it. Christopher, Garth and Dr. Deidre were helping as volunteer medical staff. They calmly worked around the ruckus. The wing was okay. He thanked Morgan and resumed play. The boy was good and went over in the corner for a score just before the half.

Collington were leading 17-14 at the half. During the half I quizzed Stanley and his wife, Chloe, about the rugby team. I explained I wanted to give them a gift for letting the boys play. Tracy nearly lost her mouthful of beer when they asked how much I wanted to spend. Abby grinned and asked if they'd like a new stadium.

“We really like the setting we have here but it could do with some sprucing up.” Stanley said. “Fresh paint, some concession stands and the like.”

“A bus to get to away games would make it easier.” Chloe said. “Right now we form a procession in our own cars.”

“Done.” I said. “Ingrid, Bram, Sanne we have a little project on our hands. Caryn you are welcome to join in as well.”

“We'll all join in.” Abby said. “Rohan you're not getting all the fun.”

“Does pizza after the game for everybody so we can chat sound like a good idea Stanley?” I asked. “Of course that will include the other team and their supporters.”

“I'll spread the word and let the local pizza shop know to expect a big order.” Chloe said. “Looks like your boys are getting their turn.”

“Embarrass me and Hell will freeze before your next spanking.” I shouted to them.

The scurvy knaves just grinned and took their places. Dylan started off with a couple of short runs from a lineout and a scrum. He didn't get through the defense but he set the ball up nicely. Morgan got a measure of revenge for the wings when he took down the late tackler with a fair tackle off the scrum. He went in low and came up in an arc to hit the guy in his stomach. The guy hung in the air for a second before Morgan dumped him hard on his back. Without a word Morgan returned to his place. The rest of us cheered. Collington managed to get the ball back from the ruck and put up a high kick to test Adam.

Knowing they needed to start from behind the kicker Dylan and Morgan dropped back behind Adam. He didn't have time to kick it but he passed the ball back to Dylan just before he got tackled. The broken play gave Dylan the chance he needed. He side-stepped the onrushing player and broke through. Collington's wing came across on defense which created some open space further ahead of Dylan. A sprinting Morgan ran past everybody to collect Dylan's kick ahead on the bounce and go over for an easy score with nobody around him.

In their excitement Dylan and Morgan often forgot themselves and charged into the pile-ups. Morgan actually tackled a Brettonwood forward who was about to rake somebody on the ground with his studs. When the guy started cursing Morgan he found Dylan standing over him telling him calmly to play nicely. The guy settled down when Dylan told him he was a good player who didn't need to hurt others. He allowed my son to help him to his feet. They slapped each other on the back and looked for somebody to tackle. That didn't take long because Collington was on the attack.

Seeing there was a large gap between the second center and wing Adam had come sprinting forward on an all-or-nothing defensive play. The risk was well-timed because unknown to him Morgan had sprinted back to cover for Adam. He needn't have bothered. Adam hit the gap just as the Collington center passed the ball. The interception led to an easy score. All three of the boys helped in the last Brettonwood score. A maul had formed just outside the goal line and they ran in to help push the pile across for a score. Collington came back with a score to keep it close. Some stout defense kept them from going over to score the winning try. Brettonwood held on to win 35-31. Victor went down to the field to let the coaches know about pizza night.

“How's our spanking allowance looking Dad?” Adam said with a smile.

“We didn't embarrass you too much did we?” Morgan asked.

“I've decided to double it for the next week.” I said giving them a high-five.

“Great!” Dylan said. “A pity we won't get in another game.”

“You might.” Tracy said. “That all depends on the discussion over pizza. Now go take a shower and be quick. I don't think the other guys want me coming in to drag you out.”

“Trust us when we say she would Joshua.” Morgan said. “We'd better get a move on. You played well. Try to keep your back straight a little more and push forward in the scrum. Joshua it's easy for me to see because I'm on the outside looking in. Huh my score was so easy even ancient Rohan could have taken it in.”

“Scurvy knave.” I said swatting his ass. “Tracy let's go get a beer.”

Caryn, my housekeeper and all the other members of my design crew had gathered around Stanley and Chloe in one corner of the stands. Caryn was grinning as she worked at her laptop. The other parents had gathered around. Being the center of attention made Caryn's day.

“We've found the perfect bus.” my housekeeper said with a smile as big as Caryn's. “Stanley will make arrangements for some of the parents to go on a driving course to learn how to drive it properly. The principal will need to approve these on Monday which will give me time to chat with Frederick. Nobody says a word about the bus. We want to surprise the team and the coach.”

“All these wonderful people have agreed to work on the upgrades.” Caryn said. “Petersen is taking care of the concession stands and preparing a list of what they will sell. Chloe knows of somebody to take charge of making the cushions. I don't have the engineering knowledge to add a roof Rohan.”

“I can help you with that if you'll lend me your laptop for a minute or two.” a gentleman said. “My name is Oscar and I work for the local council in the building permits department. Before I joined I was an engineer. We've been thinking of a roof for a while but never had the funds.”

“Putting a roof on will make it easier and more comfortable for the other projects.” I said. “What's the quickest way to get it done.”

“A metal frame anchored in the ground and bolted to the side of the stands but it's more expensive.” Oscar said. “I'm not certain how nice it will be with all that exposed metal. This is what it will look like Caryn.”

“Some cladding around the uprights will be quick and effective.” Caryn said. “We can create a wooden sleeve to slide down over the pillars. What do you folks think of this look? We can even paint the wood in Brettonwood colors so it blends in with the stands. Yes Rohan we'll upgrade the change rooms but I didn't think the boys would like me wondering through there while they're changing. Here they come now so we can go have a look.”

My housekeeper went with to check in on the janitor's office and supply closet. Sanne headed off with Bram and the parent who volunteered to take care of the field. When Sanne returned I'd bought the man a lawnmower he could ride on plus some other tools. The test results on the soil samples would be back on Tuesday so we would know what fertilizers and nutrients to get. Petersen chatted with Caryn when she returned. Tracy insisted on somewhere to sell beer. A blend of the local and Maxim brews she decided.

Both teams huddled around Caryn as she looked online for lockers and other stuff they might need. Dylan told them to ask now for whatever they wanted so they wouldn't have to pay later. The boys were remarkably restrained. I pulled Joshua aside and asked what things they weren't asking for. Chargers for their cellphones and mp3 players, a new water heater so they wouldn't run out of hot water and the existing lighting wasn't the best. He insisted these were expensive and they could manage with what they had. I insisted on fixing it.

“We will save money in the long-term if we do it properly now.” I said. “No doubt the heating could be improved as well.”

“Yes it could.” Ingrid said. “I was freezing on my walk through the change rooms. You boy will get sick coming off the field hot and sweaty into a cold change room. I'll speak to Oscar for some help on the best system. Looks like pizza is starting to arrive.”

The local pizza store didn't have enough delivery people so parents had volunteered to fetch it as it was ready. My housekeeper had gone on the first run to give the owner my card details. I kissed her when she told me the card would be used to buy pizza after every home game. Caryn grinned when I told her of the things Joshua had mentioned. She headed over to where Ingrid and Oscar were chatting about heating and the water heater. Bram patted me on the back and promised to let the locals know about my three crew system. Oscar seemed reluctant to go with it so I sauntered over.

“We don't need two cranes to lift the beams for the roof.” Oscar was saying. “This won't save much time. Yes Rohan three cranes will make a noticeable difference.”

“Good. I'm glad that's settled.” I said. “Have some pizza and a medicinal beer if you need it. Bring in crews from the nearby villages if you must. I'd rather have the street blocked off for a day than three days if I lived here. We must consider the locals. How soon can you be ready to begin work? Tuesday is perfect I might come down to watch. Thank you Oscar.”

We finally had everything done towards the end of dinner. The Collington supporters and team thanked us for inviting them to join in. I told them it had been an exciting game. Word had gotten around about Morgan and Dylan saving one of their players so they found themselves getting thanked several times. Tim had draped a swath of material in the Brettonwood colors over his winter outfit and was having a great time chatting to the rugby players.

“Taking a break from spending a fortune my Love?” Tim said when I headed over. “Glad to know you're having fun. Guys he's happiest when spending money and the more he spends the happier he is.”

“Would you boys like to come over and have a look at your updated stadium?” Tracy asked. “Caryn has it ready.”

“What's the catch?” one of the boys asked when they saw it on the laptop.

“You have to work on it with your parents.” Ingrid said. “Painting and cleaning mostly. I hope you don't mind too much.”

“Is that all? No cake sales until the next century to pay you back?” another asked.

“You're doing this just because we let your sons play for a half?” a third asked.

“What I'd like to know is what he would have done if they'd played the entire game?” the Collington coach asked with a grin. “That's a lovely looking stadium. We'd be honored to play another game here at the official opening.”

“I still want to know what the catch is.” the first boy repeated. “Tomorrow I will wake up and this will all have been a dream. I wonder if there is a doctor to check I am okay. Oh of course you'd have a doctor handy.”

“You're fine.” Dr. Deidre said. “Rohan just takes some getting used to. Let me explain it. See that lovely lady carrying the pizza towards us? She has left a debit card number with the pizza shop so you guys can have pizza with your opponents after every home game. Oscar how much do you think these upgrade will cost? Will five hundred thousand cover it?”

“We'd better come out at under one hundred.” Oscar said when he regained his breath. “Sixty or so on the roof plus another thirty for the heating. The rest is cosmetic. Yes I had forgotten the concessions stands. Let's say no more than one-fifty.”

“The four of us have enough to cover that on a debit card Rohan gave us when we visited London.” Morgan said. “He didn't want anybody bothering him to up the spending amount Joshua so he put two-fifty on it. I'm pretty certain there's enough on it to cover the expenses for this project. Yes Rohan it's right here.”

“I'm pretty certain most of the two-fifty is still on it.” Tim said. “There's at least two hundred.”

“Good then give that card to Oscar and somebody make a note to let the bank know these charges will be coming through.” I said. “Oscar the boys need to know this is a gift not a loan. There's always extra expenses in a project. Do you think the extra fifty is enough or should I add a little more?”

“Oscar he's like this all the time and isn't joking.” Abby said. “Every time he says he's buying somebody flowers we're afraid he'll buy the flower shop as well. Rohan has no concept of budget.”

“There's two-hundred thousand pounds on here?” Oscar said still in shock.

“Two-hundred and nineteen thousand give or take.” Tim aid holding out his cellphone. “Have a look for yourself. You can mail the card to Edgar when you're done.”

“Looks like Oscar just became the most popular and important man in Brettonwood.” Dylan said with a smile.

“Oscar are you going to take my job at the next parents meeting?” a fit looking fifty-something man asked with a smile. “Chloe called to let me know I might want to change my dinner plans. Gods I haven't had Maximus for years. I'm originally from a small place south of Newcastle.”

“Must be Sunderland.” Adam guessed. “My dad's the urban legend.”

“You're the Rohan from Sunderland?” he asked. “Pleased to meet you. I'm Alexander Tarkington the principal for Brettonwood High school. What's got Oscar so flustered?”

“We're doing a few upgrades to the rugby stadium Sir.” Caryn said. “I'm glad you're here so we can get your approval. The parents and boys seem to like it.”

“Tracy is it? I think I'd better have another beer.” Alexander said. “Nice touch ups. Who's paying for all of this?”

“Oscar's paying.” Tim said. “Isn't that good of him?”

“What's the catch?” Alexander asked causing the others to laugh. “We have to let Collington play at the official opening of the stadium. What else? That's it? Really? Oscar I think the two of us need to get a little drunk tonight. Purely for medicinal reasons. You've been waiting for over ten years to get your roof on this stadium. Are those floodlights on the front? Yes we will need to have some whiskey for the shock later. Rohan I don't know what to say.”

“Thank you.” Morgan suggested helpfully. “You don't need to say more. We know how you feel. Rohan does it to us all the time.”

“Thank you Rohan and all your friends who have worked on putting it together tonight.” Alexander said. “How do you do it so quickly?”

“That's a mystery I've never been able to solve.” Leslie said. “Something to do with the internet and lots of money to throw at the project. Oscar is adjusting to Rohan bringing in a workforce that could build a skyscraper in a week never mind a roof. I don't know if it will get finished on Tuesday. My guess is he will have to wait until Friday to see it. We've got an engagement in Winchester on Thursday and he needs to start preparing the food Wednesday. Petersen, Bram and J will help him. Looks like we will be invading your stadium next weekend.”

“Please save some of the work for us.” Dylan said. “The three of us had such fun today we'd like to give something back. Dad always gets to have all the fun.”

“The rest of us feel the same way so if you can make Saturday the painting and concession stand day that would be nice.” Abby said. “I guess that's the catch. You guys have to wait until Saturday before it's finished.”

“Oscar might have surfaced from under his medication by then.” Chloe said with a smile.

“Just in time to celebrate its completion.” Stanley said. “Even with the extra help it will take a few days for the roofing materials to reach us and the electricians to wire the lights in the roof. Well Alexander do you think we've taken care of all the requirements needed for you to approve these little upgrades?”

“I find it hard to disapprove of a project that costs the school nothing but a little elbow grease from the students and their kind parents.” Alexander said. “Oscar do you think it meets all the requirements of the building department? Good then I say we ought to let the local hardware store know they will need to order extra paint brushes. Let's drink to the facelift.”

“The facelift!” we roared.

“Rugby has brought me so much joy in such a short time.” I said hugging Tim. “A lot like you Comrade Timofei.”

“Brought me a lot of joy as well.” Dylan said. “My spanking allowance got doubled because I didn't embarrass Dad today Alexander. I'm hoping we can talk the rugby team into a practice next Sunday afternoon. The angles of my runs seemed a bit off.”

“They were a little.” Petersen said. “The three of you did brilliantly for a first game though. Lawrence recorded it so we can go over your play and work on a few things. I'm pretty certain we can get copies made for you and the coach. He recorded the entire game.”

I kept a close watch as the guy Morgan had tackled hard made his way over to Morgan. He didn't look happy.

“Worried about Morgan were you?” Tim said when he felt me relax against him.

“No I worried about the other guy.” I said still watching Morgan sharing a beer with the guy. “After what happened to Clifton the boys are less tolerant of bullies.”

“That's something I hadn't considered.” Tim said. “Should we make or way over?”

“I think it will be fine.” I said. “Adam and Dylan are keeping an eye on things. I think I will have a word with their team captain.”

“Thanks for letting me know.” Freddie said. “I'll have a couple of our guys join the conversation. He's a good player so we don't want him injured. Rohan if you guys were doing all these upgrades at our stadium and somebody took a swing at your boys we'd jump on him in a flash. The Brettonwood guys will do the same and I wouldn't blame them.”

“Thank you but Morgan would be fine on his own.” I said. “A dear friend was hurt badly by a bully and I'm worried Morgan might overreact.”

“I'll take care of it.” Freddie promised. “This dinner has been a very nice surprise. Thank you Rohan. I can't believe your sons were on the field for the first time.”

The rest of the night passed without incident. I don't think the rugby players minded giving the ladies of our group a thank you kiss before they left. Us guys got handshakes and a hug. The boy who worried about waking from a dream promised us a card if it turned out it wasn't a dream.

“All those thank you kisses from the boys got me nicely warmed up Holden.” Caryn said as we were leaving. “You did bring a hairbrush to the room didn't you? Good or else I would have had to spank you for keeping me waiting.”

“Anytime you need one I'll gladly be your whipping boy Holden.” Adam offered. “A pity we don't have that sensible position any longer.”

The rest of us laughed. Tracy drove me, Tim and the scurvy knaves back to the treehouses. They all enjoyed teasing me about how happy I was having blown a decent amount of money even by my standards. Dylan warned Tracy about the dangers of working for me when I let them know the arrangement about the pizza for home games was set-up entirely on my housekeeper's own initiative. Tim agreed it wasn't a bad thing at all.

“A kiss for your thoughts Dad.” Dylan said leaning against me and kissing me.

“I was just thinking of all the boys that will play there and find joy in their time at the stadium.” I said. “You boys were the catalyst. The rest of the gang got behind the idea quickly.”

“Looks like it's too late for them to escape your influence.” Tim said from the front. “Rohan thanking the gang for their help at the stadium would not be a smart decision on your part. Speak to Leslie if you don't believe me.”

“He's right Boss.” Tracy agreed. “We had fun and enjoyed watching the boys play. This is our pleasure.”

Oral sex before bedtime was all I would allow because it was very late and we had morning meditation. The boys insisted on being up early even though I offered them the choice of sleeping in. Tim decided this choice would be discussed at the next meeting of the fucketeers. Sparring took extra effort on his part but he made it through and stayed awake for breakfast. When we lay down for our massage he fell asleep immediately. I got the boys to bring over a blanket so we could make a stretcher and carry a sleeping Tim back to bed.

“Thanks for saving me some crumpets my Love.” Tim said when I woke him for lunch. “This is just what I needed. You brew a good cup of tea as well. Glad my influence is rubbing off.”

The boys couldn't resist offering Tim a ride in the stretcher back to the hotel for lunch. Only pictorial evidence convinced him that he'd made the journey to the treehouse in such a fashion. He complimented us on doing it so well we didn't wake him. That was the easy part Dylan assured him. Suddenly all three of the boys' phones sounded a text alert. They laughed when they red the text.

“OMG it isn't a dream! Thank you so much!” I red off Dylan's phone.

“That's from Leonard.” Dylan said. “He plays scrum-half.”

Savory pie was on the menu for lunch. Tim almost kissed Sioned when he saw the side of mushy peas. The lovely lad matched me through three servings. He took his dessert to go. I took my second serving of apple pie out to the terrace. The dignitaries were going to share their Poland trip with us. Tim beamed when Alida said our garden looked very healthy. The vegetables on the mounds were growing really well. Sanne agreed with Layla that our wager would end very close. Eddie told us his money was on the lady who could grow naked weed.

“Rohan you are the best Grand Master ever.” Layla said when Eddie explained what naked weed was. “These three boys are lucky to have somebody so sensible and open-minded to guide them. Have you tried any of it Eddie?”

“Yes we have and it is silky smooth.” Jocelyn said. “Such a lovely delicate flavor. Our friends are very envious. Thank you Sanne for the lovely gift.”

Chen told me when I saw pictures of Dariusz' garden I wouldn't believe it. Alida told him I would be the only one who would believe it. The rest of them might have trouble but I had known Dariusz could do it. I might be surprised at how well he did but not that he did it. Dariusz had gone through a rough week recently when all the pain and anger at his parents death had finally detached itself. I swore I'd spank him soundly for not calling me when it happened. Dylan swore to hold him down for me. Hafiz let us know Dariusz had been in no state to call or talk to anybody for a few days. Kasper and Maciej had taken care of him. This had mostly been helping him out to the garden where he let the pain drain in the ground.

“Maciej told us it was after this incident the garden really took off.” Layla said. “I'm told there is a very good reason he didn't call you guys. Something about asking you to wait Dylan.”

“Dariusz asked me to tell you he hopes it isn't too long before your next visit.” Dabulamanzi said. “The boy hasn't done any weapons training but I'd hate to spar against him. There is an energy about him that is so powerful.”

“I remember now.” Dylan said. “Mom when we first spent time together he asked me to wait until he thought he had healed before we made love.”

“Rohan you must take the fucketeers to Poland next week.” Sophie said instantly. “You can leave Monday.”

“I can't take them all.” I said. “Tracy and whoever is staying for the re-opening of the stadium will be going to Blyth with Tim. Beloved it's a surprise.”

“Well if Tim cannot travel with you and Dylan will be with Dariusz we will travel with you to look after you.” Adam said.

“There are things I need to check on in Poland so I will join you.” my housekeeper said. “Sanne may I leave this debit card with you? I'm certain Rohan can find another to pay for our trip to Poland. Thank you Sanne.”

“All of us should have returned to our different regions last week but now you're stuck with us until the official opening of the refurbished rugby stadium.” Hafiz said. “We'll help Dabulamanzi get the monks in shape. I'd like to learn more about Tim's project in the north. We aren't missing out on the barbecue or helping with the painting. I haven't had this much fun since Rohan was running amok in my region.”

“Now I believe Layla has some news on the Andes project to share with us.” Chen said.

“Yes I do but before I share it let's get some champagne for everybody.” Layla said. “Vernon this is on me please. I'd like you to stay as well if time permits.”

“Most certainly.” Vernon said. “You are a guest so it is my duty to be of service however I can.”

“Hogwash!” Layla said sternly slapping his butt hard. “You're a friend and I am asking you to stay as a friend.”

“I'll have a few words with my protegé to see if I can uncover what she finds so amusing while I get the champagne.” Vernon said with a wink. “Thank you my friend.”

He surprised us all by leaning forward to kiss Layla on the cheek before he turned to take Sioned by the arm and leave the terrace. Hafiz told me I was lucky to have such a father in my life. I told him I was lucky to have several fathers bless my life. Dabulamanzi let me know it was because I was too mischievous for one father to handle. He followed that by kindly saying my mischievousness was a blessing to the world and not to change. We laughed when my housekeeper promised to have words with him about that comment later.

“You can have all the words you want.” Dabulamanzi said. “I know you agree with me.”

“Yes I do but I can't thank you for saying that with Rohan here.” my housekeeper said. “Think of the mayhem he will cause if he knew I was okay with him being mischievous. He gets into enough trouble as it is. Here's our champagne.”

“Thank you Vernon.” Layla said when we all had a glass in our hand including Sioned. “On Friday the builders set the last module in place and they finished the half-wall around the courtyard garden yesterday. This is what it will look like on the outside. My friends it is my great pleasure to present Nido de Aguila or Eagle's Nest.”

“Where is it?” Tracy asked peering at the screen. “Thanks for zooming in. Now I see it.”

“I missed it as well.” I admitted. “Using the local stone blends it in so well with the mountain continuing up behind it. I love it. How did you get it done so quickly?”

“Using your tactic of many hands making it light work.” Layla said after we had toasted the center. “There is a lot of work still to do Rohan. What you see here is merely the shell. We didn't want to go chopping up the floors or walls. They would have made wiring and plumbing more challenging. Dylan we will have both solar and wind generators. The center is well above the clouds. That part I understood. The whole business of thermals generating wind was beyond me. My engineers say it will work so that's good enough for me.”

“I didn't think eagles went that high.” Adam said. “Food would be a long way down.”

“There aren't any nesting that high.” Layla said. “The eagle is the crest of my office. These old guys insisted I use it since it is in my region. Yes it is the carving on the gate. The same carving will be on the entrance doors.”

The place would be a sprawling complex of seventy-eight rooms and ten suites. There would be two restaurants, three conference rooms, two communal lounges, three smaller games rooms, three small bars and a large central bar area. I couldn't wait to see it. We had a second glass of champagne as Layla showed us more pictures. The boys gave her a quick hug and a kiss before rushing off to play some rugby. Thirty-minutes later I rounded them up for their shower.