Date: Wed, 11 Sep 2013 17:53:31 -0700 (PDT) From: Pete Bruno Subject: The Potter's Wheel chapter 7 This work fully protected under The United States Copyright Laws ? 17 USC?? 101, 102(a), 302(a). All Rights Reserved. The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the Author's consent. (See full statement at the beginning of Chapter One.) Author's Note: Thanks to all of you who have written to tell how much you're enjoying the story, I hope you stay tuned. For all the readers enjoying the stories here at Nifty, remember that Nifty needs your donations to help them to provide these wonderful stories. How about sending them $5 Bucks, just think of it as buying a hot magazine! The Potter's Wheel Chapter Seven The Blindside Saturday September 5, 2009 Four men and a frightened sixteen year-old boy along with Doc Marks sat in George's living room. Shane had refused to talk to either his father or mother about what was bothering him. In frustration once again, Brandon called his big brother. Brandon and his wife had decided to accept Jim's invitation to bring Shane down so they could have a discussion with the boy and maybe find the cause for his behavior of late. Brandon had Shane up at 0400 and they were on their way within the hour, his wife choosing to stay at home. Shane lay in the backseat of the car all the way down to the Compound. He ran his options through his head and ignored his father who drove in silence, still so upset he wasn't speaking to Shane anyway. Shane was determined not to get angry and to go along with everything they said. He knew they wouldn't understand his situation so there was no need to even explain it to them. In the end they would probably just blame him. The atmosphere in the living room was tense. Shane sat alone in a chair across from his Father, Grandfather, his two Uncles and Doc Marks. He had a look of both fear and anger on his face as he waited for the talk to begin. But Shane was a smart boy, and he had worked out that he only had three years left of high school. Then he could be off on his own and never have to worry about this again. He also decided that nothing was worth losing his trust fund and having to find a way to pay for college. So there he sat, ready for whatever bullshit they were going to throw at him. He knew the four men would come after him hard for what he had said and for almost being suspended from school for three days. What he didn't know was that it was for his brother's sake, not his, that he wasn't suspended. The coach told Brandon privately that he wanted to draw as little attention to the matter as possible, and his decision to name Seamus co-captain of the soccer team. The waiting was starting to get to Shane. He wished they would just start the screaming match and get it over with. He tried not to look at his Uncle Jim. Jim had always been his favorite uncle, and if he was honest with himself he still was, even though he had lied to him, letting him think he was a regular straight married guy and all along he was a gay. But this was about his secret, the secret that was causing him to act as he did was too frightening to divulge. He would rather them hate him or punish him, hell even beat him, but he couldn't bear the thought of exposing himself. Finally his Grandfather spoke. "Shane, is there anything thing you would like to say?" "No sir," he replied while looking down at his hands. He was trying to limit eye contact, hoping that would keep them from reading him. He did glance quickly at his father, whose face was red with anger and quickly looked down at his hands again. Jim had already spoken to Doc Marks. He explained what was going on with his nephew and she told Jim what she thought was happening and how to question the boy, drawing him out without being confrontational. Doc Marks let Jim take the lead. "Shane," Jim said, but the boy didn't answer and just stared at his hands. Jim looked at Brandon who seemed as if he was ready to say something. Jim just shook his head no. "Shane, look at me please," Jim said. The boy looked up at Jim, appearing both scared and defiant. "Shane, what have me or Matt done to hurt you?" He asked looking straight in the boys eyes. Jim saw the defiance turn to sadness. "Nothing," the boy said quietly and looked back down at his hands. "Shane, look at me," Jim said and waited until he had eye contact before he began, "have we harmed you in any way?" "No," the boy answered with just a hint of agitation in his voice. He wasn't expecting them to be so reasonable. He expected a lot of yelling that he could just ignore and then just take the punishment. But now they were asking questions, and he knew that soon they would be asking questions he didn't want to answer. "Then why do you hate us?" "I don't hate you," Shane answered quickly and in an almost panicked voice. "Well that appears to be the case. So maybe hate is the wrong word. Is it that we disgust you?" Jim asked calmly, keeping eye contact with the boy while keeping his face impassive. In his peripheral vision he could see Brandon getting impatient so he took a moment to give him a reassuring glance. "Alright, so you claim you don't hate us, and that we haven't done anything to harm you. Yet there are all those hateful words that have come out of your mouth. You told Seamus that staying here would turn him into a fag. Then you told your buddies that that our home is filled with homos and fudge packers." "Who told you that," Shane screamed, "that's not true, and-well it's not like the way you're making it out to be." Brandon was getting agitated and started to stand but George grabbed his arm and stopped him. Jim continued calmly, "Where is all this anger coming from Shane? Everything I have said is true. I heard what you said to your brother with my own ears. And your teacher told your dad what you were saying in the locker room. What I want to know is where does all your hate and anger come from? Something must have happened to cause it." Shane was freaking out in his head. He never expected this! He thought his dad would do a lot of screaming and his uncle would maybe give the 'I'm disappointed' speech and he could just sit there and take it. But now with this reasoned approach he was caught completely off guard. They wanted an answer and he really couldn't give it. He figured he'd just not say anything and then the shouting would start. So he just sat there and stared at his hands. "Shane," Jim said softly, "you have hurt me more than you will ever know. I always thought you loved me as much as I loved you. And I thought we always had so much fun when we were together." Shane looked up and saw tears in Jim's eyes and that was all it took. He began to shake and then sob. Two years of guilt and confusion came pouring out. He was crying so hard he couldn't see but he felt himself being pulled into a hug and being held tight. He recognized the scent immediately, it was his dad. He loved his dad, he always could go to him with anything and he would fix it or make him feel better. But not with this. This was something he couldn't fix; no he didn't want to face. No one spoke; they just let the boy cry. He was holding onto his father like he was afraid somehow Brandon would leave him. After ten minutes the crying finally stopped and everyone sat for a moment before Shane spoke. "Uncle Jim, Uncle Matt I'm really sorry about this. I never meant to hurt you, but I don't know how to say this without it making it worse-the anger is because I'm gay and I hate myself. I don't want to be gay," Shane said and the tears started again. Then he looked at his dad, "I'm sorry Daddy, I'm sorry and he fell back in Brandon's arms and cried some more. When he collected himself, Matt spoke. "Shane, nobody wants to be gay. It's not a choice it's just the way we are born," Matt said. George had been watching and listening without comment. Something about this didn't make sense to him. He thought back to when Shane was just thirteen and was caught by his mother fucking his girlfriend. Add to that, he always had a bevy of young girls chasing him. He looked at Jim who seemed to read his mind. "Shane, what makes you think you're gay? Do you get turned on looking at naked guys?" Doc Marks asked. "No," was all Shane said and looked back down at his hands which he began to wring nervously. "Okay, so let's get this straight. Naked guys don't turn you on, and you are freaked out by gay men. But then you tell us you think you're gay?" She asked. "I just fucking know alright? I told you and now everybody just please leave me the fuck alone," Shane shouted through his tears and fled the room. Brandon made to go after him and Jim stopped him. "Brandy, let him go. He's really hurting right now and he just needs to calm down. But he's not gay. He's being abused by someone he trusts," Jim said. Brandon looked at Jim like he had three heads. He heard what his brother was saying but it he couldn't believe it. How did he know this? "What are you talking about Jimmy, how could you say something like that?" Brandon demanded. "Because he called me last night after he spoke to you," Doc Marks said, "He told me everything that was going on and it sounded as if Shane was being abused. He's showing all the classic signs I have seen over the years in patients I have treated. Furthermore I think it might be someone close to him, that he trusted, judging by his current behavior," she continued. "I think that his reaction is caused by confusion. Most likely he's not gay. Because he's a teenager his body reacts to the stimulation and he is confusing that with being gay." George looked at son and noticed that he looked as if he was ready to explode. "Brandon, you need to stay calm son, so we can work this out," then to the Doc, "what can we do to help him?" "Well teenagers are easily aroused. We all know that right?" She said with a smile, trying to lighten this overly intense moment. It fell flat. "So," she continued, "what is causing the biggest problem for him right now is he is misreading the reactions of his body. Teenagers have little control over their hormones, they misread the stimulation as sexual orientation. The anger comes from knowing that he's repulsed by the act while at the same time responding to the pleasure of the stimulation." The group headed off to the kitchen to make lunch and give Shane time to compose himself. After a half hour, like all teenagers, the smell of food drew him down to the kitchen. His eyes were red and puffy from all the crying and he looked at the assembly nervously. Jim walked over and hugged the boy, "Shane, all of us love you very much and whatever it is that's going on, we're going to help you through. But for now, let's just eat." They ate in relative silence, save the odd comment on the food. Finally after cleaning up Matt said, "Shane, we need you to trust us and just listen for a minute." He could see Shane tense up but he did relax a bit when Matt smiled at him. "First thing you need to know is that we won't let anybody hurt you. You need to tell us the truth about what is going on," Jim said. Don't try the "I'm gay" line because we don't believe it." The boy started to get upset once again and his father just went over and grabbed him into a hug. "Shane," Doc Marks said quietly, I believe that you are showing signs of sexual abuse and we want to help you with this. But the first thing you have to know is that this is not your fault." Shane began to shake and cry once again while his dad held him and soothed him. "Okay, buddy," Brandon said quietly, "just tell us what happened so we can help you. Whoever it is can never hurt you again." "Please don't make me tell, I just want to forget it." "Shane, if you talk about it and let us help, you will be able to put it behind you and move on. You can't do this by yourself buddy. Who better to help you than the people who love you?" Jim said. The Doc thought that maybe he would be more comfortable talking to the men first and used the excuse to make a phone call to leave them alone for a bit. After she left the room, Shane moved away from his father and sat, and after a big sigh he started. "It started two years ago. He asked me about girls and stuff and then showed me his porn collection, hidden in his garage office. Well, I was looking at the magazines he was showing me and well-well I started to get hard," the boy said as he blushed beet red. "So he noticed and asked if I jerked off and I didn't answer. The next thing I know he had his hand on the front of my shorts and was rubbing me. He kept telling me how special I was and that it was okay because all guys help each other out. I tried to pull away but he grabbed my waist and held me and he kept doing it until-well you know what happened," he said blushing again, "then he told me not to say anything and if I did nobody would believe me and that he would say I was a liar." The four men just stared at the boy. They were stunned and angered by what they were hearing. Brandon in particular looked like he was going to stroke out. George noticed and wrapped his arms around his son and held him, to comfort and contain him. "Shane, listen buddy. You are a teenager; a stiff breeze will give you an erection. This guy took advantage of you; he showed you porn and manipulated you. Having an orgasm like that doesn't make you gay, it makes you a teenage boy," Jim said and he could see he was getting through a bit so he pressed on. "So tell me kiddo, when you jerk-off who do you think about?" George noticed the boy's face when Jim asked the question. "Shane, don't look so shocked, all guys jerk-off! It's nothing to be embarrassed about," he said getting even a bigger look of shock from the boy. He just smiled at him. Blushing again, the boy said quietly, "Right now it's Barbara Butler, she has a tremendous rack," he said shyly. "You see buddy," Matt said, "your Uncle Jim and I never, well at least now don't think of big tits when we jerk-off and we're definitely gay." That at least got a temporary smile, but it faded quickly. "Well then he started to-well you know-use his mouth and it felt really good. So I figured I had to be gay if I it felt so good." "Shane, you're wrong. Listen, we went over this-this son-of-bitch abused you, he took advantage of your trust. Please, tell us who did this so we can stop him from hurting you or any other young men," Jim said. The look of panic on the boy's face returned, but he saw four men whom he loved, standing, before him, offering to help end his nightmare. He had to trust them! Nothing could be worse than what he had been going through. "Shane," Brandon said bringing him out of his thoughts, "please baby, trust us and tell us who's doing this to you." Shane took a deep breath and looking straight at his father, grandfather, and two uncles said, "Uncle Junior." The men stared at him in stunned silence. First to speak was Brandon. "Then why would you continue to see him even after I told you not to?" His face red with rage. "Brandon now may not be the right time for this," Jim said. "No, it's alright Uncle Jim. He told me he was my Godfather and that I was his favorite. But the real reason was when he showed me the porn-well I just wanted to see it, and then-well it was really hot," he said blushing. Brandon, who had composed himself grabbed his son again and hugged him hard. "Shane, I want you to know that this is not your fault. He took advantage of you and you can be sure it will never happen again." "Dad," Shane said, "can we just forget about this? I really don't want anyone else to know." "But Shane, we have to go to the police and stop him before he does this to someone else. I think your mom should know," Brandon said. "Brandon, I'll take care of Jr. I don't think we need to put Shane through anymore drama; although I think his mother should know," George said looking at Shane who just shook his head 'yes'. "Shane, would you mind telling us the story one more time with Doctor Marks here and let us tape it? Shane looked at his grandfather. He could see love in his eyes and he knew he could trust him, "Sure grandpop, I can do that." "Great, but I have just one more question, where did your uncle keep his porn?" George asked. Frank had rented a car for the weekend, well not a car but a large Cadillac Escalade. So just after lunch he and Finn piled into the car along with Billy and Jasmine, and bringing up the rear Mike and Conner. They were headed for the King of Prussia Mall for a little extra shopping. When they entered the mall, Frank stopped and called for everyone's attention. He handed each of them a Mall Gift card, each one was for thousand dollars and was good in any store in the mall. When the four started to protest Frank said, "Either say thank you Uncle Frank and go enjoy yourself, or move out." They all said "Thank you Uncle Frank," in unison. And Jasmine hugged him and said, "You know you can't make me move out of my dorm." "That is correct young lady, but I can call your mother and tell her how ungrateful her beautiful daughter is," Frank said and laughed at the look on her face. She gave him one of her radiant smiles and then asked, "Would you mind shopping with me? I want to go to Nordstrom's and I know the other three clowns are heading for Abercrombie." "Certainly, I'm sure you'll be better company as well," Frank said as he put his arm around her and headed left towards Nordstrom's while the guys headed right to Abercrombie and Foot Locker. She was at the register paying for the outfits she picked out when her phone chimed indicating an text; thinking it was Billy she opened it and read the message; Nordstrom's, I figured a hot babe like you would be more of an Abercrombie girl, better yet Victoria's Secret. She put her phone away quickly. Frank noticed the look on her face and asked if everything was alright. "Yeah, I'm just getting weird emails. One of my friends has gotten hacked." This was now getting a little scary. This was the third message, and it was a text not an email. What really bothered her was that whoever was sending the messages must be following her. Frank knew she was hiding something, but he figured he wouldn't press the issue. He would talk to Billy later in private. He spent too many years as a cop and he could tell when someone was rattled. As agreed, Shane sat down with Doc Marks and his father in the office and allowed her to discuss the abuse. He explained everything that happened from the first encounter until the last. He was surprisingly calm and succinct with his story. When the Doc asked why he was so calm he just smiled and looked first at his dad and then answered, "Because I learned today that none of this is my fault." After the session was over, the Doc suggested to both Shane and his father that he should attend a few counseling sessions. She was afraid that the euphoria and relief would wear off and Shane may experience a type of PTSD symptom. "Shane, I'm very happy that you are handling this so well. However you must be prepared for lingering effects." After the Doc left, Shane asked his father to remain in the office. He shut the door and crossed the room to Brandon and hugged him, holding on tight. "Dad, I'm really sorry for the way I've acted. So-well I?" Brandon just laughed. He knew exactly where the boy was going. "Yes, you can play soccer and you're no longer grounded on one condition." Shane interrupted him, "I know, I'll apologize to Seamus," he said with a smile. "Good! You know it's entirely up to you, but it might help if you told him what was going on," Brandon noticed the reaction on the boy's face and quickly added, "trust me buddy, your brother really does love you and I know he will understand. You may find him to be very helpful as you work through this." He watched his son and could see him working over his suggestion in his mind. Shane didn't answer; but it was encouraging that he didn't reject the suggestion immediately. There was a knock at the door and Brandon opened it to find Tim and Derrick. "Hi guys," Tim said, "Derrick and I are going to take the boat down to Uncle Frank's and pick up the twins and we thought Shane might want to go along." "Sure," Shane said with a smile, "see ya later Dad," as he head to the door. "Wait a minute buddy," Brandon said stopping him in his tracks, "what time are you guys going to be back?" "Around six. Dad said not to be any later because of dinner and Grant will be here by then," Derrick said. Brandon said fine and the guys were off in a flash. Brandon went off to find Jim and Matt. He found them out on the patio with Barry and his dad. Ryan was splashing in the pool while Jim was sitting on the steps with Kelly who was giggling while kicking his feet in the water. "Oh good you're here. I was just going to come looking for you," George said, "I'm going to drive up and pay a surprise visit to your brother tomorrow and deal with this situation. When I'm done with him, I don't think you'll ever have to worry about hearing from him again." "Brandon, I've come up with a plan to cause Jr. some grief and I hope you don't mind but Jim and I have already shared the story with Barry, since we will need his help," Matt added looking hopeful. "No, that's fine; he's part of the family." That got a smile from the three lovers. George announced he was headed to off to Food Lion to buy steaks for dinner just as Grant arrived. Barry and Matt took the boys in to put them down for a nap. Jim introduced Brandon to Grant who looked a bit disappointed. He was expecting some action today. "Hey Brandy, we have about two hours before the boys get back and the Sauna is all heated up," Jim said. Brandon got a big smile on his face and said, "Fuck yeah, I could use some stress release." They were in the gym getting undressed when Barry and Matt joined them each carrying a baby monitor, locking the door behind them. All five men were hard before they made it to the Sauna. After about fifteen minutes of sweating Jim said, "Hey Brandon, we promised Grant a good fucking today, you want to watch?" Brandon grabbed his hard cock and stroked it a few times, "Does that answer your question?" The action began with Grant giving everyone, including Brandon a good blow-job to get things going. Then Brandon sat back and stroked himself while Jim, Matt, and Barry all fucked Grant good and hard. Brandon shot his first load on his stomach, but encouraged by Jim, he shot the second down Grant's throat. They quickly showered and headed for the pool before George got back with the steaks. Of course, when he showed up there was no fooling him. He just looked at the group and shook his head laughing. When Tim and Derrick arrived back with the twins and Shane, Brandon was thrilled when he saw Shane stripping along with the other guys for a swim. He may not be out of the woods, but this was a good sign. To be continued? Thanks for reading. 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