Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2014 10:06:33 -0600
From: CBT
Subject: Captive 5

				Captive V

	"Donny, your grandfather died last night.  Why haven't we been able
to get ahold of you?  We've been trying the phone on the farm and you
wouldn't answer.  You need to come home until the funeral.  Even if that
farm is yours, you need to be living at home with us."  Had it been his
father speaking he might have laughed at the fool.

	"Mom, I need to stay out at the farm, there are the horse, pigs and
dogs to tend.  I'll be at the funeral home for the viewing, the wake and
the funeral service, but I will have to come in from the farm for those.
You understand that don't you?"

	"Son, your family needs you.  You can find someone else to tend the
animals and house."

	"I'm sorry about your loss, Mr. and Mrs. O'Leary but I want to know
what your son has done with my son.  Where is he?"  Mr. Fernal was spitting
mad and had moved up until he was inches from Donny's face.

	"Your son is not missing, Mr. Fernal.  Half the town saw him
wrestle thirty minutes ago.  And he did a good job, won if you remember.
So why don't you leave us alone."

	"Look, you punk.  I heard you demanding sexual favors from my son
two days ago and he hasn't returned home since.  Then this afternoon, he
parades into that gym with his dick displayed so that everyone can see it.
What degradation have you been subjecting him to and where have you been
holding him captive."

	"Do you tell everyone what you do with your wife?  It is none of
your business what your son and I did together.  All you need to know is
that he enjoys himself when he is with me.  If you need to know what two
guys do together get on the internet and check out any of the gay sites and
you will see exactly what your son does."

	"Don't be smart mouthing me.  He is only fifteen so you are
corrupting a minor."

	"You really don't know much about your son do you?  He turned
sixteen two days ago and I'm not yet eighteen so the law says I am not a
criminal for what we did."

	"I want to know what you have done to my son!"

	"Do you really?  Okay, here you are.  You son sucked my dick,
licked my balls and ass, drank my piss and let me fuck his ass.  He really
likes having a dick up his ass; in fact he made me keep my dick in his ass
all through the night while he slept.  You want more?  He let my dogs lick
his balls and he sucked his own cum out of his dick.

	"You want to know more of what we did, ask him.  He might just tell
you a few more activities after tonight."

	"You bastard!"  Mr. Fernal launched himself at the boy with both
fists pumping.  The police did not have time to stop him and surprisingly
for a small wiry man he went right through any defense the wrestler put up.
By the time he was pulled away he was stomping and kicking the boy, aiming
mostly for his groin.



	"They were both hauled off by the police.  Mrs. O'Leary and
Mrs. Fernal crying on each other's shoulder.  Mr. O'Leary stood mute
glaring at his son.  In the back of the police car, Donny speed dialed Paul
before sticking the phone back in his pocket.

"You can't do this to me.  I haven't done anything illegal."

	"Mr. Fernal is going to press charges against you for illegally
holding his son.  With this being Saturday you won't see the judge until
Monday or Tuesday."

	"But I have to be with my family at the funeral home.  And who is
going to take care of the animals on my farm.  You heard my parents, they
don't care about that."

	"If the DA agrees with Mr. Fernal after talking with both of you
he'll get a search warrant for the farm.  If they find that the animals are
being neglected they will be seized and turned over to the SPCA.  You will
have a week to reclaim them."

	"What will you do to Weldon Fernal?"

	"If he gives us trouble about going back to his parents we'll put
him in the juvie tank until a judge decides what to do.  You could help us
get him back to his mother, it might make things go easier with a judge
although the judges in town don't think much of teenagers having sex and
are usually pretty harsh on the gay boys."

	"So if he knows what is good for him he will leave town and never
come back."

	"I would never tell anyone to give up on a person arrested on such
flimsy charges, but it might not be a bad idea for him to run.  With the
way his father attacked you for telling him about your sexcapades I doubt
he will have a happy home life anyway.

	"You didn't have to force him to do any of the things you told his
father he did with you?"

	"NO.  He was willing to do everything I asked of him.  I didn't
need to pressure or force him to do anything.  He was skipping out of
school to go to the Y when we decided it might be more fun just between the
two of us.  I wanted to keep it that way.  Now, I guess he's going to be on
his own and need to find another guy to give him what he needs.

	Paul and Weldon listened until the phone was taken from Donny at
the jail.  Weldon wanted to talk about what was happening to Donny, while
Paul wanted to talk about the sex he had heard Donny claim Weldon enjoyed.

	"Paul, this is a disaster.  I need to do something."

	"Settle down.  You heard the police; there is not much you can do
until he is before the judge."

	"There has to be.  I don't want to be the reason Donny is stuck in
jail.  He didn't do anything to me that I didn't agree to do.  They can't
put him in with the type of guys my father threatened him with, can they?"

	"He's still underage, so they will have to keep him isolated.  If
the judge thinks there will be a trial he will either send Donny home with
his parents or send him to juvie.

	"We need to worry about you.  When my mother hears anything about
this she is going to turn you in.  You need to find a place to stay or a
way to get out of town."

	"There has to be something I can do.  My father and boyfriend are
both in jail and it is all because I wanted to go to the Y and get a
blowjob.  Do dicks always get you in so much trouble?"

	"Well my only worry is getting my girlfriend pregnant.  You have
let your dick lead you into a mess."

	"That's not funny.

	"Maybe I could talk with the DA and explain that Donny didn't force
me to do anything."

	"I don't think that is going to help.  Your father is pressing
charges over the fact you haven't been home and that Donny held you out on
his farm without letting you talk to your parents or go home."

	"So the only thing to do is face my parents.  Do you know anyone
that can hotwire a car, Donny's Camaro is at the school.  If I am seen in
it you won't be getting in trouble, but if they find me here my father may
cause you problems, too."

	"You are probably right.  You need to get out of here.  If I find
you someone that will break in to the car and get it started you will owe
me."

	"I don't have any money>"

	"I was thinking about a blow job.

	"You heard Donny; he wants to keep the sex between the two of us."

	"And you want me to help you.  Now, you know the price."

	"But, he told me I was out if he found out I was active with anyone
else.  I can't get him out just to lose him."

	"Well, you have a choice to make."

	"You are a bastard, why he trusted me with you is unfathomable.  I
won't give you a blow job."

	"I didn't say I was going to let you at my dick, idiot.  I want to
watch you blow Sparky.  You let a dog lick you off it's time for you to
return the favor."

	"Fuck you.  I'm out of here."

	"If you walk out of here I'm going to call the police and tell them
where you are. "

	"So call them.  I'll let them know what you were trying to do to
me."

	"I wasn't doing anything.  I was giving you a way to get some help.
I'd deny I ever tried anything.  No one would believe you anyway, Donny
already made it known that you have sex with dogs."

	"Let me use your phone, fucker."

	"After you do my dog, bitch.  Here, Sparky."  In seconds the
biggest dog Weldon ever saw ran into the room.  The Great Dane had its nose
in his crotch.  Sparky didn't let him push his head away.  While he was
trying Paul grabbed him by strap of his singlet and pulled it down.  Weldon
tried to pull away from the two attackers only to find himself in a half
nelson with his head being forced under Sparky's belly.  With his mouth
only an inch from the Great Dane's emerging dick Weldon did the only thing
he could think of, he went limp and fell to the floor.

	"You really think you can get away from us?  Sparky would just as
soon have you ass, so go ahead lay on the floor."  Without much of a
struggle Paul pulled the singlet down to Weldon's knees.  With his free
hand he slapped the bare butt and called to the big dog.  He scrambled
around until his nose was pushing between the boy's cheeks.  He could have
crumble and let it happen but he wanted to be true to Donny.

	"Help!  Help!"

	"Shut up.  If my mother comes up here not only am I in trouble, but
when I get to school on Monday I'm going to tell everyone how you let
Sparky fuck your ass."

	"Help!"  He didn't care what Paul told his classmates.  "If you let
me go I won't tell our teammates about you sucking your own dick."  Sparky
wasn't listening to the conversation and probably didn't care what was
being said.  Paul was pulling Weldon's legs apart and Sparky had found his
asshole with his tongue.  The feelings were intense and while he could have
let himself enjoy them he was afraid of what came next.  He had seen what
the dog had hanging under his body, the foot of dick was red and engorged,
the veins pulsing and angry looking.  The longer he looked the thicker and
angrier looking it became.

	Mrs. Jackowski, help!  Please help me!"

	"Paul, what's going on here?"  Neither of the boys had heard the
woman climbing the stairs or opening the door, too busy with what was
happening.

	"He's queer.  He asked me to hold him while the dog got his dick
into his ass."  He looked so innocent that his mother seemed to want to
believe him.

	"He's lying.  He's forcing me to do this.  Help me, please."  Paul
hadn't let his arm loose nor had the dog stopped licking at him.

	"Get both of them out of this room this minute.  You should know
better than to let Sparky anywhere near a naked person.  He hurt the little
boy next door just trying to mount him."

	"Mom."

	"No, mom.  I told you to get him out of here right now.  I don't
want that type of thing happening in my house."

	"Okay, I'll be down stairs and have him out of here in a few
minutes."  Sparky had stopped licking ass, but he had moved over Weldon far
enough that the dick bouncing beneath him was hitting the boy on the crack.
He seemed to know exactly what he was doing and had no intention of being
stopped.  With Paul having one leg trapped and an arm up against his
shoulder Weldon was having trouble forcing himself to his knees, a position
that he didn't realize until too late that would expose his ass hole to the
dog's dick even more until he felt the heat of it rubbing against his rim.

	"Sparky get out of here."  She had moved over to the side of the
dog and had hold of his collar but she wasn't big enough to budge him away.
Paul leave him get free.

	"Aw, Mom they really want to go for it and I want to watch.  Have
you ever seen a dog mounting a boy?  It could be fun."  Whether he thought
he would really talk his mother into allowing the dog to take his ass,
Weldon didn't know, but the delay was letting the big dick find the hole it
wanted to fill with its dick.  He could feel pressure against his asshole
and in a panic screamed out for help.

	"Stop being an idiot, Paul and let him go.  I want this to stop
right now."  Mrs. Jackowski hadn't stopped trying to pull Sparky away but
Paul hadn't release the boy even a little.

	"You always told me that this room was my private domain and I
could do whatever I wanted in here.  So leave us alone.  I want to watch
this."  The change in attitude frightened Weldon even more.

	"Don't leave me alone with him. That dog is going to rape my ass."
His plea seemed to have no effect as Mrs. Jackowski left the room.  "Paul
don't do this to me, please."

	Paul's mother reentered the room before the dog was able to force
itself in his ass.  She threw a bucket of cold water on his back and the
dog dick giving Weldon time to scramble away from Paul and out the door.
In a few seconds he found himself shivering on the front walk without any
clothes.  He wanted to run away but stood with his hands covering his
crotch hoping that Paul or Mrs. Jackowski would throw his singlet to him.



	All he could hear in the house was the dog barking and mother and
son yelling.  In the hour he'd been in their house the weather had changed,
it had been in the high seventies when he'd gone to the wrestling match but
since then the temperature had dropped and he was quickly becoming cold.
If he was certain the dog wasn't standing on the other side of the door he
would have stepped back in to warm up.  He stood there holding himself
uncertain what to do. Gradually he became cold enough that his fear of
being attacked again by the dog faded enough for him to sneak into the
house and wrap himself in a fleece throw from the sofa.

	Sparky found him before he was out the door.  He wasn't dragging
his dick around like before, but he did try to get his head under the throw
and lick at the boy.  Still wanting his singlet, but too afraid to retrieve
it he left.  Walking down the street in white socks and wrapped in a
blanket he looked like a homeless person who had wandered into the wrong
neighborhood.  As he made his way passed the first couple intersections he
began to see police cars roaming around and worried that Paul had followed
through on his threat.  What an ass!

	He had made it at least a mile before he decided what he was to do,
avoiding the streets where there were stores he made his way to his
parents' house.  With every step he recited what he would say to his
mother, although he hoped she would be at the jail with his father.  It was
not a great idea but he knew that it would work.  More importantly he
needed warm clothes because the temperature had continued to drop.  He
hadn't heard any weather forecasts but with the clouds forming overhead he
was sure that rain was on the way.  He looked forward to the next few hours
with dread.

	He used the hidden key to let himself in the back door, Creeping
through the house as quietly as he could he saw no lights and heard no
sounds.  The house was barely warmer than outdoors.  Not knowing if his
father had the furnace ready for chilly weather he didn't attempt turning
the heat on.  He was up the stairs and getting close to his room when he
saw the lock.  He had been barred from the room he spent most of his life
inhabiting.  His damn father had made certain he didn't sneak in and out
during the night.

	The time for drastic measures was as hand.  Just visiting his
parents had been a risk.  So what were they going to do to him that wasn't
already in their minds.  To Hell with them and their attempts to control
him, he belonged to Donny now and they could do nothing about it.  Still
wrapped in the throw he went to the garage and grabbed the axe his father
used once a year to poach a Christmas tree.  He had never had the chance to
use it himself, but he had watched and knew the basic idea.  He was angry
enough to use it on his father had he been home.

	He made a bunch of stray strikes, but it still didn't take him long
to destroy the door and enter his room.  It looked empty, al of the
electronics had been removed and his clothes had been picked up and put
away.  His bed had been made, the floor vacuumed and the trash dumped.  He
had nothing to hide from his parents other than the few places he'd been on
the internet to view the world so his privacy being invaded was not a
problem.  Being at home and knowing that he would not be staying was.

	He sat on the bed and threw the throw on the floor, now it looked
more like his room.  As he studied it he knew there was not much he would
miss.  Maybe he had grown up in two days, because until the morning he
decided to head to the Y every photo and memento in the room meant a life
and death struggle against his parents.  Now, it was all just junk.

He had never thought that he owned a lot of clothes but when he opened the
closet it looked stuffed.  He pulled out his hoodie and threw it on the
bed.  Fearing that he wouldn't be with Donny for a few days if ever, he
went to the dresser and found some socks and a mix of colored Papi
underwear.  Pulling on warm clean clothing was a pleasure he had forgone
for the two days he'd spent with Donny, when it was warm he was sure he
wouldn't ever want to wear anything, but cold he loved the feel of the soft
cloth against his skin.

	"What do you think you're doing?"  She had rushed into the room and
grabbed his arm.

	"I'm getting enough clothes for a few days of school.  When I have
what I need, I'm leaving."  He answered calmly but inside his body was
betraying him.  If the confrontation lasted he was afraid he would have a
childish accident.

	"You are not going anywhere.  You are my son and you will live
here.  Your father is sitting in jail because of you and I'm not going to
have you running off to be with that pervert you've been seeing."  She was
clearly on the verge of doing more to him than holding his arm.

	"I am sixteen and I am not going to stay in this house another day.
You and Dad have not earned my respect or love.  The way he spoke to the
man I love is unacceptable.  If you think Donny made me do anything you are
as crazy as him.  I wanted everything we did to happen.  Don't look at me
like that; I wanted to enjoy his dick.  Are you surprised?  Why.  You
should have known.  Look at these walls, none of these guys are wearing
more than Speedos.  Look at those bulges on the walls, I've known I wanted
to explore men's bodies since I was six and saw the next door neighbor
sunbathing in the nude.

	"Wrestling?  How could I get closer to those hard bodies?  I'd roll
around on the floor with guys like me and get to look at their dicks and
asses in the showers.  If I hadn't been embarrassed to be running around
naked I would have joined the swim team, they get to practice in the nude.

	"You and Dad need to get over it, I am queer and I enjoy sex with
men.  If I am not with Donny I'll start selling my ass on the street to
live If you try to stop me I'll call CPS and tell them how you and he beat
me.  Proof?  There have been enough gym teachers and students that have
seen the welts and bruises I won't have any trouble being pulled out of
this house."  He had threatened to call CPS before, but this time his
mother saw by the set of his mouth the determination which convinced her
that he would do what he said.  Although she had beat her son in an attempt
to change his ways she loved his enough to beg him to stay.

	"Mom, stop it.  I am leaving.  I want to be with Donny.  If you try
to stop me I will fight you.  So, get out of here while I finish getting
dressed and packed."  Inside he was not as confident as his words sounded
but he knew if he showed any weakness she would not allow him to leave.

	"How do you think you are leaving here?  You don't drive and the
buses have stopped for the night."  He planned on taking his bike but he
knew if he told her that by the time he was ready she would have destroyed
his way of escape.

	"Then I guess I'll have to take my skateboard.  That should get me
down to the jail in ten minutes.  I'll find the DA and try to get Donny
released.  If I don't succeed I guess it's out to the freeway and hitch
hike my way to New Orleans.  If I succeed I'll be in school on Monday."

	"Don't take one thing that your father or I bought.  I'm not going
to subsidize your perverted lifestyle."

	"Grandma Fernal gave me that hoodie.  I bought the underwear with
the money I got for that newspaper essay last year.  I'll only take the
free T-shirts.  What does that leave, the green shorts were given to me for
my birthday last year by your mother.  I was given the socks for Christmas
last year, oh, and those jeans I've never worn.  Where are the sweaters
your sister gave me?

	"Mom, let me take another pair of jeans.  I need to have something
that is warmer than shorts this winter."

	"Why?  That boy is going to keep you naked anyway."

	"Not when we go to school."

	"That's not what Mr. Norris told us.  He said you were walking
across the parking lot without any clothes.  Go ahead take that ripped up
pair your father hates."  Weldon was surprised to hear the note of sadness
in his mother's voice.  He had never believed that she really loved him
like a mother should, yet here she was nearly in tears at his announced
departure.

	"Son, if you leave here today my father and I will never let you
come back.  WE will never accept that our son is a faggot.  If you get in
trouble with the law don't call.  If that pervert kicks you to the street
don't come looking for a place to live.  If you leave you are no longer my
son."

	"He couldn't resist a final comment as he packed the few clothes he
was able to take into an old backpack that had been replace for one without
rips.  "Mom, I won't be back.  I won't call you on Christmas or your
birthday.  The next time you go to church pray that God forgives you for
the way you treated your child."

His bike was leaning against the side of the house and a moment after his
final words with his mother he was heading to the farm to care for the
animals that Donny thought would not be cared for without him.  While Donny
was in the jail he would not going naked so he didn't have to worry about
Buck and Mutt.  There was the niggling idea in his mind that if he had to
wait too long for Donny to join him one or the other dog might keep him
from being too lonely.