Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2011 17:47:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: jim ford <sojourn1950@yahoo.com>
Subject: T. R.'s Tale chapter ten

This story is fiction. The characters are adults in adult
situations. Warnings: The only person you can ever hope to truly know is
yourself. Trust no one; use condoms. If you are not of legal age or in a
jurisdiction in which this document is illegal, go way. This is my
story. Please respect the copyright. Sojourn1950@yahoo.com

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When I left the clinic I was in a daze. I thought about Jed and some of the
things he had said and how they now made sense. Jed was heavy into S&M. I
thought also about how Bill enjoyed my playing rough with him. I was sure
that he got off on being told what to do, when we were having sex. I
worried about how he would respond to Jed's dungeon. I also worried about
whether he would want to leave once he got down there.

When I arrived Bill had showered, shaved, and had sandwiches and a salad
for lunch. We were both anxious about what we had to tell each other. We
agreed to eat first and talk later. We ate in almost total silence. I
thanked him for, and complimented him on the lunch, even though I couldn't
remember what I just ate. We took our sweet tea out to his covered
patio. He turned on ceiling fans and indicated we should sit in rattan
chairs facing each other. I asked him to talk first.

"Tar, when I left you last night I stopped by Julie's and grabbed some
coffee for myself and the on scene County Mountie. When I got to the scene,
I could see there were three cars involved. One was absolutely totaled with
the second not much better off. The third, I recognized as Jed Compton's
SUV. He was trying to help EMS and directing traffic, which was very
light. His Land Rover had only minor damage to the drivers side. A pickup
failed to stop for a sign and broadsided a large SUV. The pickup spun
around a time or two and hit Jed's vehicle on the drivers side rear
door. His was the only vehicle still operable."


"The ambulance took both the other drivers to the hospital. Wreckers hauled
away the two other vehicles and that left only Jed and I at the
scene. After I took his statement, he hung around like he wanted to say
something. I knew he had been watching me and trying to figure out how he
knew me. Finally it must have dawned on him."

"He came strutting up to me like he owned Texas. I sort of smiled at how
long it took him to figure it out. He told me he had been watching me and
knew something about me I probably didn't even know. When I asked what that
was he simply said, "Be at my house tomorrow at two o'clock and I will show
you." Then he turned and walked away. It was like he had given some supreme
order or something."

I wondered exactly what the problem was. Jed had not offered an invitation
as much as an order. There was definitely some dominant role play at work
in that exchange. I asked Bill if he intended to go.

"Tar, I figured you know him better than I do. What do you think he has in
mind?"

"Bill, when we have sex you, ah, you ah, well you go out of your way to
make me feel like what I want is important to you. I just found out that
Jed is into BDSM. I think he wants to play with you. I figure he saw
something in you that makes him think you could be his boy toy."

I could see in Bill's eyes the shock building as he grasped what I was
saying. The shock melted into a smile that spread until it burst out in a
raucous laugh.  "You have got to be kidding? He thinks I would take shit
off him? You believe that he thinks he can beat me with whips and chains
and shit? You are kidding? Hell, I thought he intended to black mail me
into having sex. Now you tell me he wants to black mail me in to becoming
his sex slave. This is ridiculous. I can't stand the pompous bastard. I god
damn sure wouldn't trust him while I was handcuffed."

Bill's face showed just how incredulous he thought the whole idea to be. I
could see him rolling the whole idea around in his mind. Suddenly he looked
at me and asked, "Tar, you think I might go for that being tied up and
whipped and all don't you? You think..." He paused as a devilish smile
spread across his face. "You think that because of what we've done, the
things that turn me on, I'd go for that. Man, you are clueless."

His smile was washed away by a very serious look, "Tar, I like what we've
done and frankly I think you liked it too. I like a little rough play, but
I can tell you that I won't allow any man to handcuff me and take a belt or
whip to me. I would have to love the guy and trust him with my life. Jed
Compton is not the kind of man I would trust behind my back, let alone when
I am unable to defend myself."


"Bill, I would have asked Doc to come with me but he couldn't leave since
David is taking off early to make sure Harry, Julie's friend, has what he
needs for the bar-b-que tomorrow. Would you go to the office with me and
talk to Doc about this? He knows Jed better than either of us and I would
like to hear what he has to say about Jed's motives. Hell, I am not
convinced that Jed is above forcing you into something. I don't trust him
anymore than you do."

Doc was surprised to see Bill was with me when I returned to the clinic. He
had one more patient to see and the rest of his day was on site with
ranchers. When he finished with his patient he came into my office and
closed the door. The three of us talked frankly about Jed and what he might
or might not do. I noticed that when Doc shared his story about his weekend
with Jed he left out the part about his having "cum like a teenager". I
didn't correct his tale.

Once each of us shared our tale silence descended like a thick fog. Each
lost in his own speculation as to Jed's intentions. Doc had insisted that
Jed would not force Bill, or anyone, into doing something against their
will. I was not convinced, after all how willing a playmate had Doc been to
be locked in a dungeon for a weekend. I looked at Bill and could see that
he had made up his mind.

He cleared his throat and said, "I think we are all making this into
something it probably isn't. We are all making this some kind of
melodramatic encounter. It is nothing that deserves that level of
consideration. Tar, I need to go to prove to you that I can resist this big
asshole's advances. I don't want to go because showing up shows some level
of subservience."

Turning his worried glance to Doc, Bill continued, "I agree with you Doc in
that as much as I don't like him, I can't see him actually forcing anyone
to play his S and M games. It looks to me like I have to go out there to
prove to him and Tar that I am not his kind of man."

Doc, stood up and faced us as he said, "Look, I know Jed better than either
of you. I have avoided the man. As much as I hate to admit it I have
avoided him out of fear. Not so much a fear of Jesse as fear of my own
reaction to him. When I played his games, he gave me a "safe
word"... "Cesar". Had I uttered that word any time during the weekend all
play would have stopped. Even now I know Jesse would have released me. I
suppose I wanted to show him how tough I was and I wanted to please
him... as my lover. I have had no problem staying away from him. Tar your
presence has changed that. I am the one who needs to confront Jed."

"Bill, you may have some issues to work out with Tar. That's up to you
two. If either of you feel you have some work to do in your relationship
then you really have to work that out between the two of you." Doc thought
a minute and then said, "I have an idea that just might make us all breathe
a little easier concerning Jed Compton."

"Boys, I'm going to keep Bill's luncheon date with Jed/Jesse. We have some
old times to talk about and we need to clear the air. Frankly I'm sorry
that it took this long for me to face him.  He did nothing to deserve my
snubbing him."

Bill, at first insisted he go to Jed's house. After I assured him he had
nothing to prove to me, he relented. Shortly he left to get some sleep and
Doc headed out to Jed's.

I was in the middle of a check up with a pregnant Boxer named Leroy. Yeah,
the children didn't understand and the parents weren't aware that Leroy
hadn't been spayed. So here Leroy was about to be a mother and the parents
were busy trying to arrange homes for eight mixed breed puppies. This
appointment was to be my last for the day when Juanita called back and
asked if I could see Bruno, Julie's Great Dane, who had swallowed something
and he was in distress. I talked to Julie who was already on her way.

Leroy was sent home with at least another week before delivery.

Julie arrived a couple of minutes after Leroy and her entourage had
departed. Bruno was indeed in distress. He was hacking and coughing. It was
clear something was caught in his throat. We took him to an examining room
and I gave him a shot to calm him. Julie stayed right there insisting that
her presence would help keep him calm. I never underestimate the power of a
strong sedative, but I didn't argue with Julie. Instead I grabbed a
flashlight and a tongue depressor. Actually before I could use the tongue
depressor I had Mary pull the half mile of tongue out of the way. Then I
saw it, something plastic, round and small. I grabbed it with hemostats and
managed to gently twist and extract it. As I pulled it into the mouth
cavity, I saw what it was and asked my tech to excuse us. Once we were
alone I extracted the object... a small vibrator.

I didn't say anything.  I turned around and put it in the trash. When I
looked back at Julie she was grinning, big as Texas. "Tar, that's where
Bruno found it in the first place."

I was hoping to see a blush that would match that red hair. She simply
shrugged. "See Tar, Harry has been coming around a lot and I figured he
keeps me busy enough so that I just don't need it." She watched me closely
for a moment, closed her eyes a moment then asked, "Is David still here?
Never mind, he's already with Harry. Can you wait here for one minute?"
Without waiting for an answer, she turned away.

I followed her to the door and watched as she stepped down the hall and
disappeared into David's office. Normally a patient's caregiver would be
challenged about going into a staff member's office, but this was Julie. I
wasn't sure she wouldn't put a curse on me, or something. She was only in
his office for a moment then came back into the hallway with a strange,
even for Julie, look on her face. "I thought it was you? I really did. I
felt it building from when you greeted us as we came in. You are
different... what happened since I saw you last? David is still the
same...I am not sure. I've been wrong before, but I was so sure it was
you. The minute you we met David changed... I was sure it was you... maybe
a catalyst. You might be one who makes things happen. That could explain
about David... Doc, I can't even begin. He has been rock steady, now he has
changed. It must be you!"

"Julie, I am sure I am gonna hate myself, but what are you talking about?
What do you mean, 'I'm the one'"?

 Julie took me by the arm and led me back to my office. Once inside she
shut the door and guided me to a chair. "Tar, when you showed up here and
then David came out to greet us I could feel it, he was terribly attracted
to you and I knew he was about to meet the love of his life...so I jumped
the gun. Now, you are content with your cop slash fireman...which is it?
You've changed and David hasn't. I can tell more when I see you two
together."

I told her we would keep Bruno overnight for observation and he should be
good to go in the morning. Julie said she was going to David's to help with
the cookout and she would pick up Bruno on the way.

I couldn't help but wonder about what Julie had said, how much was bullshit
and why would she bother? It's not like I am going to send money to support
her church or anything. I was heading back into my office when I felt
someone grab my arm and said, "Ok mister, come with me. It's time we get
this straight, no pun intended." Julie again led me to my office and closed
the door. "Tar, I want you to think of three things you don't want me to
know. Three things I couldn't possibly know. Take a deep breath and start
thinking. The best way is to think of hiding secrets. That way they will
come on their own and you won't waste time." This happened in a rush. I was
still thinking that she had already left and now she is standing over me
like I was an unruly pupil and she a pissed of teacher.

Of course I tried not to think of any of the things I didn't want her to
know. 'Three things, hmm, ok three, the number three, big number three, big
black number three.... hmm. Three.'

 Julie interrupted my train of thought, "Didn't I just tell you to think of
secrets you want to hide...where the hell is a big black number three
coming from."

"Tar, work with me here. I need you to trust what I tell you, now
concentrate." I was surprised she didn't twist my ear. Bet she would have
been a scary teacher, maybe a sister in a catholic school where they walk
the aisles with big rulers...."Tar, no school memories now concentrate."

This time she did twist my ear! "OUCH! That hurt!" I am certain that came
out as a whine.

Julie was losing her patience. "Then concentrate, I already showed you
three times I am not faking and you refuse to understand. If you'd have
paid attention in the diner we wouldn't be doing this now. Tar, you're a
catalyst, which means you're important to a lot of people around
here. There hasn't been a real catalyst since Doc's son Gordy died. So
think secrets, please."

"Tar, having a crush on your Daddy at eleven is not bad... stalking your
dad each time he showered is kind of creepy. Your cousins taught you to
masturbate. Is sex and family all you think about? You want to know if you
will like what you did to Bill as much, when he does it to you." That's
cheating Tar. You're asking a question, not hiding a secret. You'll get
your answer tomorrow at the cookout.

With that she moved to the door, opened it and as she stepped into the
hallway she said, "Tar, you're important to this town and to me. You'll be
more content here than you have been ever before. Your presence here has
already moved people in ways you can't imagine. Tomorrow will be an eye
opening experience for you and a few others." With that she turned and
left, At least I think she did. I tried an experiment... could I think of
Julie and contact her? Bullshit, this stuff is getting to me; I'm beginning
to believe that mumbo jumbo.

The rest of the day was uneventful, if rushed. I was covering for both Doc
and David. Ok, so Doc was in the field and was covering for himself. I
guess it was just the first time I had the practice all to
myself. Fortunately there were no demanding situations. I actually fielded
a call concerning a vasectomy on a horse. I couldn't help but wonder if
this lady had been talking to Jed. I assured her it was possible, it would
require an overnight stay and it would require the stallion be separated
from mares for two to three weeks after the procedure. We had done several
in school and I had assisted on three and done one myself. It was becoming
a popular option to gelding.

After office hours I headed out. When I got home I called Bill and asked if
he would like to come over for dinner. I felt that with Doc having
visited/confronted Jed, we could both get an update. He agreed but wanted
to make an early night of it since he had covered the accident and had not
gotten much sleep. I tried not to let my disappointment show in my
voice. When he arrived I had him make a salad while I basted the forty
cloves of garlic chicken. Bill refused to believe the tantalizing aroma
that greeted him was garlic. I corrected him by insisting it was roasted
garlic and rosemary chicken. The entree was Forty Cloves of Garlic Chicken.

I jokingly asked if his kiss was warm and wet because it was me or was the
chicken making him slobber?

He got us a beer as I sauteed some fresh asparagus. The rice would be done
soon and all we would need was Doc. I suppose it had crossed both our minds
but Bill was the first to ask, "Tar, you don't think Jed talked Doc into
going down into his dungeon for some fun and games do you?"

I felt a little guilty for not admitting to having had similar
thoughts. Instead of admitting to having had those thoughts, I chastised
Bill for voicing such doubts concerning Doc's strength of character. It
felt good defending Doc but felt bad because I had the same doubts. Almost
as soon as the condemnation was out of my mouth I was taking Bill in my
arms and apologizing for my hypocrisy. A kiss seemed to settle things very
nicely. Well, it didn't settle everything and the swelling only served to
remind me Bill needed to leave early tonight. I consoled myself with the
knowledge that he had a free weekend and we could spend some time together;
after David's party that is. Thinking of the party caused me to think about
Julie and her, uh, uh, observations. I asked Bill what he thought.

"Tar, I really don't know Julie. I think I might have seen her once from a
distance. Because of my schedule I usually go in there late at night so I'm
not surprised that I haven't seen her or she doesn't know me. I know most
of the night shift waitresses and cooks. It pays to be on the good side of
folks that fix your food." As he let that sink in, he grabbed me and gave
me a kiss that took off right where the last one left off and I felt my
cock leak onto my thigh.

Doc's voice interrupted our kiss, "Hey, you two, get a room. No, wait a
minute you have a room right down the hall. Well, right after supper you
two can go to your room. Tar, I don't know what you're cooking but you
ought to shut the doors and close the windows or you'll have half the town
lining up with plates in hand. That sure smells good."

A glance shared between Bill and I said we would let Doc tell us about his
visit with Jed when he was ready. I stuck a French baguette into the oven
to get crusty. Doc went off to get washed up and came back in shorts and
tee shirt. He seemed to be in a pretty good mood. Conversation was light;
as time passed it became more and more difficult to ignore the
gorilla. Finally Bill cracked.  I was so glad he caved first, I felt like
cheering.

"Doc, you know Tar and I have been waiting on pins and needles to hear what
Compton wanted with me and..." His voice trailed off as he realized the
rest did not concern him.

Doc took a sip of wine, smiled and drew a heavy sigh then began,
"Confronting Jesse was easier than I had thought it would be. I suppose
that my memories have given the whole scene a greater significance than it
deserved.  Turns out we agreed that what happened was consensual. There was
nothing forced and I agreed to everything that happened in fact most before
it even happened. I was afraid that I might be drawn into a relationship in
which I would have surrendered all control. I value my dignity. That
concept is in direct conflict with being a sexual submissive. I understand
now that we could not have continued that kind of sexual relationship."

"Jesse and I had a long talk. Turns out, Bill he wanted to offer you a
position guarding the Governor. Seems he has some friends who could make
that happen rather easily. They apparently would welcome you with open arms
and flies." At this Doc cast a shit eatin grin at Bill. "Seems Jesse
figured if he got you out of town his chances with Tar would geometrically
increase."

Turning to me, he continued, "Tar, Jesse understands that you are not
interested in a relationship with him. I really think part of his
motivation was to rattle my cage and get me talking to him again. I guess
it worked. Still, his pursuit of you was sincere....I was correct in
telling him you were not interested in the least, yes?" I agreed with an
enthusiastic nod. "I thought it best to clear the air, so to speak, so I
invited him to the cookout at David's tomorrow."

I understood Doc wanted to clear the air, but I hardly thought the cookout
a proper setting. I figured if tempers flared it could put a damper on the
whole day. Still, if Doc invited him, he would have thought about all this
beforehand. I wasn't looking forward to spending a good part of any day in
the company of Jed Compton.

After dinner Bill helped my clean up while Doc headed to the library. The
main topic of discussion was Jed Compton and his coming to the cookout.
Bill complained that because there would be swimming he would have no real
way to hide a weapon. He said this with a grin and it made me wonder if Jed
had made an enemy. I really wondered what Jed done to make Bill dislike
him. I had reasons. What reasons did Bill have?

He was reaching up to put away a platter when I stepped up behind him and
grabbed his basket saying, "I'm amazed you're able to hide this weapon. I
can't wait to see you in swim trunks, or do you wear a tiny pink Speedo?" I
began to massage his hardening manhood. Bill took my hands away from his
crotch, turned in my arms until he faced me and said, "Hiding little Willie
is always more difficult when you're around. Now, unless you want to take
me to your room for a quickie I suggest you unhand me."

"Well, I had thought tonight would be your lucky night. Since you have to
get some rest I guess we'll make it another time."

Bill scanned my face to make sure he understood my meaning. Once he was
satisfied he pulled me close and asked, "You did invite me to stay the
night, didn't you?"

"You need to understand that was a one time offer. You chose not to take
advantage and the time limit on that offer has expired. You have to wait
for a new offer. You can't expect card blanch access to my bed. I'm not
that kind of man."

Tar smiled, "Alex, I'll take foreign phrases for one thousand....You know,
you're cute when you mispronounce French phrases." He scowled and asked,
"That was on purpose, right? It might help if you roll your tongue on the
second syllable. Let me show you." With that, he kissed me and again
demonstrating how his tongue could leave me weak in the knees without
saying a thing.

The smile on my face as I was talking must have encouraged him. Bill pulled
me closer and slid his right hand down my pants and rubbed my cock through
my boxers. While he was doing this his left hand moved up my back to cup
the back of my neck and pulled me into a deep kiss. When the kiss broke he
took his hand out of my pants and held the precum coated digits in front of
my face. Meeting his questioning glance I began to lick his fingers
clean. Once the fingers were slick and shiny with my spite he took them
into his own mouth and sucked off the remains of the precum and spit. That
was a totally erotic experience and like all such experiences could never
be intentionally duplicated. It left us both breathless.

I caught myself as I was about to address him as 'straight trooper'. That
moniker was for playtime, this was much too serious for frivolity. "Bill,
will you stay the night and sleep in my bed?"

Bill, looked at me with a strange new look. He was more than pleased, I
couldn't tell what else there was to that look but there was definitely
something more. I liked that look.

We sipped some wine and talked about the cookout. I still couldn't get over
Doc inviting Jed to David's cookout. I don't believe David had ever met
Jed. Still, there promised to be a big turnout so maybe I could avoid the
big jerk. I can't even remember the last time I referred to anyone as a
"jerk". Jed had a way of bringing out my adolescent tendencies. Hey, I only
said I was grown up, I never said I was mature.

We went into the library and found Doc looking over a family photo
album. He didn't seem to be upset with the memories the photos brought
back. They seemed to bring more smiles than pain and I thought that said a
lot about the man. He had made peace with the past and chose to remember
the more pleasant times of family togetherness. Bill and I sat on either
side of him and listened to his recollections through the entire
album. Several times he protested he was taking up our time needlessly. We
honestly reassured him and each time he protested we simply asked about
another picture. One in particular caught my eye. It was a handsome cowboy
about to mount a black stallion. The photographer had called to get his
attention. The cowboy had turned with his boot in the stirrup. The stallion
was shiny black with spanish tack and saddle. The horse was eager to
run. There was tremendous energy reflected in the muscles of the beast. The
cowboy was at ease. It was his eyes that cast a certain glint. His smile
was sensuous, almost erotic. You could tell that whatever the photographer
had said to get his attention pleased the cowboy. You could see love in his
eyes.

When I asked Doc about the cowboy, he got a far-away look in his eye. "That
cowboy was the love of my life. When it was clear that Jesse and I were not
going to make it work, John was my support. He owned one of the largest
spreads around these parts. He had the farm implement sales and service out
on the highway. John had been a childhood friend of both mine and Jed's. He
knew about us and made it a point to keep in touch, to keep our friendship
alive. A few days after Jed and I really called it off, John came to the
clinic. He talked to my boss and came into my office and took me by the arm
and led me outside saying it was an emergency. I was needed down the road
aways. He was not clear as to why. We got into his pickup with a horse
trailer hooked up and took off. We were about ten miles out of town when he
confessed that there was no emergency. He figured I could use some time off
and shoulder to cry on. We spent a week out in the high desert. Before the
week was out he confessed his love for me. I can't say I felt the same way
about him. Not at first anyway. He got me to where I could laugh and I
found that by the time the second campsite had been set up we were sharing
a sleeping bag. John was a widower. He had a son who ironically enough
became my son's lover. We, meaning John and I never talked about our love
for each other with anyone else. Still, I am sure my son figured it out. I
took this picture when we had been together for almost eight years; John
was Grand Marshall for the Fourth of July parade. He was a highly decorated
Vietnam veteran. This is my favorite photograph of him; I think he let his
love show through in his smile."

A heavy protracted smile, then Doc continued, "Well, boys, I think it's bed
time for me. I take it Bill, you're staying the night?" Without waiting for
a response Doc nodded and said, "Good. I think I will go to bed now. Tar,
would you mind locking up, please."

Doc headed to his room. Bill went it to get a shower while I locked up for
the night. When I joined him he was humming. "I thought you were tired and
needed sleep and here you are humming like you're about to start your day."

His smile split his face, Well, I am in a good mood, I got something to
look forward to. Little Willie's about to find a new home."

Even as I stripped to join him we heard Bill's cell make that ring tone,
that I most likely will come to know as Satan's voice, loud and clear from
the bedroom... "Wah... ooh, Wah... ooh.

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Stuart the Aussie, my former editor is having serious issues with his
spine.  He is a good guy and was a tremendous mentor to me. I wish him a
speedy recovery. Larry has stepped up and bit me a time or two and is doing
a superb job of keeping me in line.

When one of my stories strike a chord, don't hesitate to explain. I am not
easily offended and enjoy the feedback as well as hearing other guy's
tale. Pat gnaws at me for not posting fast enough. Lately he has a valid
complaint. I will work harder, typer faster and try to post sooner. Thanks
for the comments, they motivate me.