Date: Tue, 7 Mar 2023 17:36:04 -0500 From: James Karvonen Subject: Song of the Lonesome Steel Rails: 38. Your support for Nifty will keep these stories going, especially in this time of uncertainty. ------------------------------------------------- Song of the Lonesome Steel Rails: 38. "Get your ass up boy! We got to hit the road if we're ever going to make it to Columbus today! " Pervis shouted. Bobby didn't want to get up. It had been a rough night, especially after what Pervis had done to him just before they went to bed last night. And it wasn't just last night. Over the last two days he had been violated and abused by Pervis. Pervis had made it clear to him just who the boss was right now in the relationship they had together. He was no longer Mr Nice guy. Instead he had become an abuser, someone who took great pleasure in not only tormenting him, but torturing both not only mentally but both physically and sexually as well. Two days ago Pervis had raped him. And then last night not only did Pervis force him into having oral sex with him, but he had stripped him naked, bound him to the bed spread eagled rendering him helpless to his demands. The politician had actually tortured him sexually, using sex toys and other paraphernalia to bring him off into one of the most intense orgasms that he had ever had in his life since becoming sexually active. Self consciously that was something that he could still feel. His balls still ached a little from what happened last night. And yet, on numerous occasions Pervis had given him the opportunity to leave. But for some reason he didn't want to go. He wanted to stay with Pervis until he completed his campaign tour. Why was that? Bobby could wondered? Was it because of the money, or was it something else? Was there something about his own character that he did not understand? Why did one part of him wanted to stay with Pervis, yet another part of him wanted to leave as soon, to leave as possible? The money that Pervis promised to pay him at the end of his campaign tour no longer seemed to him matter anymore. It now had become a case of survival, but would he be able to survive the few weeks with Pervis? "I said get your ass up! Do I have to drag you out of bed, or what?" Pervis shouted. Slowly Bobby slipped naked out from beneath the blanket and sheet that were covering him. Shivering a little he felt a chill in the air that caused goosebumps to break out over all over his nude body. Not only that but his wrists still felt sore from last night when Pervis had handcuffed him to the head frame of the bed. Not only were his wrists sore, but his ankles were sore also from the rope that Pervis had used to tie his legs spread eagle to the bedframe. That rope had cut actually cut into his flesh leaving a couple of rope burns around his ankles to remind him of last night. As he was reaching for his clothes to pull them on, he noticed Pervis staring at him. He was watching every move that he made as he was pulling his clothes on. Finally he was dressed. He looked at Pervis sheepishly wondering what was going to happen next. "It's about time you got your scrawny ass dressed, grab your backpack and let's go. It's about 100 miles or so from here to Columbus, so I have a long drive to make. If we're lucky and the roads are good, we might get there sometime late this'll afternoon." Without saying anything else, Bobby followed Pervis out of the hotel to his car. It was around 9:00 that morning when they finally left the hotel for Columbus, Georgia where Pervis's next campaign rally was scheduled to take place the next day. Due to the early morning traffic it was a slow drive getting out of Macon. They stopped at a roadside diner just before they got onto US 540 to drive West to Columbus. US 540 was the only direct highway between the two cities. After breakfast they were once again on the move. The highway was paved for the first 20 miles or so out of Macon which the drive easy for Pervis. But once passed the small town of Butler, the highway became unpaved, a muddy dirt road more suitable for horse-drawn wagons as opposed to motorized vehicles. Due to the rain over the past few days, the road was badly rutted and even muddy in some spots making the drive much more difficult for Pervis. At one place on the road Pervis got stuck in a muddy section of the road which didn't help Pervis's attitude any. It took a good 20 minutes of pushing and shoving to get the car unstuck. That didn't help Pervis's attitude any and he made it a point to take his anger out on Bobby. That didn't make the trip any more pleasanter for Bobby. It wasn't until 5:00 that afternoon that they finally reached their destination, Columbus, Georgia. The City of Columbus which was nestled along the banks of the Chattahoochee River. Which was the boundry line between the States of Georgia and Alabama. Just south of Columbus, was Fort Benning a large military base. Since the military population from Fort Benning visited Columbus frequently, that was where Pervis hoped to get most of his votes to become Georgia's next State Representative. After they found a hotel to stay at for the next two days, Pervis dropped Bobby off in the middle of the city to tack of campaign posters and distribute flyers amongst the residents of Columbus who happened to be in that particular area. It was just after sunset that Pervis finally found Bobby in the middle of the city still tacking up posters for his upcoming political rally the next afternoon. They stopped for dinner at a greasy spoon cafe before heading back to the hotel for the night. Fortunately for Bobby, after driving all day under less then average conditions, Pervis was just too tired to do anything within him that night. So for the first time since starting the campaign tour, Pervis they actually went to bed early that night so that he would be fresh and ready to go the next day. They were both able to get a good night's sleep. Pervis's speech the following afternoon went exceptionally well. There was a good turnout of both civilians from the city of Columbus and military personel from Fort Benning that turned out to hear what Pervis had to say. When they retired that evening to their hotel room, Pervis was in good spirits. Again much to Bobby's relief Pervis didn't mess with him that night. Instead he left the hotel around 9:00 that evening to visit a popular whorehouse that was pretty well known and established in that area that he had heard about. He didn't return until about 2:00 that morning. Smelling like a whiskey brewery Pervis went right to bed and didn't wake up until around 11:00 the next morning. Pervis's next campaign rally was scheduled to take place in Griffin, Georgia in two days. Griffin was 78 miles north of Columbus. There was no real hurry to get to that city, but Pervis wanted to get there a couple of days earlier then scheduled. He told Bobby that he had some other business to tend to and take care of while he was in that city. Having no problem with that change in plans, Bobby went along with him because he had no other choice in that matter. They left Columbus, Georgia about 2:00 that afternoon. The road to Griffin that they traveled on was mostly paved making it an easy ride for Pervis to drive. The scenery between Columbus and Griffin was mostly rural, with farmland and a few rolling hills. The weather that warm that October day and the drive on a paved road between the two cities could not have been any more pleasanter. That 78 mile drive was an enjoyable and relaxing experience for both of them. They reached Griffin, Georgia around 6:00 that evening. They ate a quick dinner at a roadside diner then looked for a Motel that had a vacancy so they could spend the night at. For whatever reason most of the motels in and around the city of Griffin that they tried to check into for the night were full, having no vacancies whatsoever. After a good hour of searching Pervis finally managed to find one roadside motel just off Highway 3 called the Squires Inn. The Squires Inn was about two miles north of the city of Griffin. Behind the road that paralleled the highway was a railroad. What the name of the railroad was, Bobby didn't know. The railroad was close enough at the back of the motel, that if a train were to pass by any time soon, it wouldn't be all that difficult to find out what railroad it was. As they were unpacking the car Bobby got his wish. Just to the south of them, he heard lonesome wail of the whistle of an approaching northbound train. From his vantage point he could see the smoke of the train rising black smoke in the distance that blotted out the slowly sinking sun to the west. The chugging of the locomotive became louder and louder as the train steamed closer, echoing about the stillness in the surrounding valley. Bobby paused momentarily to watch as the heavy freight train passed by. "What are you doing boy. How come you're not helping unload the car?" "I just want to watch the train go by, that's all Pervis." Pervis just grunted then continued to do what he had been doing. The locomotive that was pulling the freight train was a heavy 2-8-0. On the coal tender behind the steaming locomotive, Bobby easily found out the name of the railroad. The name of the railroad was the "Central of Georgia Railroad." That was good to know, Bobby thought. Just in case he had to leave suddenly which was still a possibility depending on circumstances, he knew what railroad he would be traveling on. The Central of Georgia railroad did pass through Atlanta, and Atlanta was where he would need to make the connection with the Southern Railroad that would enable him continue his trek west to Bakersfield, California which was his destination. "Help me finish up here!" Pervis shouted. Bobby watched as the wooden red caboose of the freight train passed by, then turned to finish helping Pervis unload the car. About 15 minutes later they were settled in the motel room. By now the sun has sunk in the western horizon. Nightfall had settled in. Again Pervis had at chosen a room that had only one bed in it not that it mattered anymore to Bobby. "I'm going to go out for a while, don't bother to wait up for me boy." Pervis grumbled. After Pervis left the hotel room, Bobby sighed a sigh of relief. At least this was another night that he didn't have to worry about Pervis taking advantage of him. Where Pervis went at night was his business, not that he really cared anymore. Sooner or later he would be once again on his own, and Bobby needed to accept that fact. Pervis returned a little after midnight. Bobby had been asleep beneath the sheet and blankets when the politician walked through the door. Bobby woke up momentarily after Pervis had walked through the door but didn't say anything. What Pervis did at night was really none of his business, nor did he care. Pervis was his own man. The sooner this campaign tour was over, the sooner Bobby would be able to leave and hit the rails again. By the way Pervis smelled, Bobby knew that he had been drinking, which was nothing unusual because Pervis was an alcoholic and illegal Canadian whiskey was his favorite brew. Without saying a word to him, Pervis undressed then plopped down naked on the bed besides him. Within seconds he had fallen asleep, his loud snores echoing through the small motel room. The next day Pervis and Bobby were up early. They ate a quick breakfast at a nearby greasy spoon restaurant, just outside of the city of Griffin. After breakfast Pervis drove Bobby into town dropping him off so that he could do his thing. He had plenty of campaign posters to tack up on building walls and telephone poles. He also had flyers that Pervis wanted him to hand out to the residents living or shopping in the city encouraging them to come out to his next rally that would be held at nearby city park later on that afternoon. While Bobby was doing his thing he just happened to wander into the railroad station in downtown Griffin. He was please to see that there was a large wall map of the Central Railroad of Georgia attached to the wall of the station. The Central Railroad of Georgia's track on that map was highlighted with bold red lines stretching that stretched from the bottom of the map to the top. It didn't take him long to find where out the city of Griffin was located on that map. With the tip of his finger he traced the railroad north of Griffin to Newnan, Georgia where he noticed that the railroad line split. One line went directly to Atlanta where it terminated, the other line went further on north to Chattanooga, Tennessee, it's termination point. There were other railroads on the map also that were highlighted in a thin black line as opposed to a bold red line. He found the Southern Railroad, which was the railroad that he and Quack rode from Alexandria Virginia to Atlanta, Georgia. Tracing the Southern railroads line west of Atlanta he noticed that it crossed the Central Railroad of Georgia Railroad heading north to Chattanooga at a small town called Bremen, Georgia. According to the map, Bremen was exactly 46 miles west of Atlanta and 34 miles north of Newnan. This was important information for him to know because as soon as he saw the railroad last night the urge to hit the rails again crossed his mind. But still, he had made that agreement with Pervis when they first met back in Atlanta a couple of weeks ago that he would stay with him until he finished his campaign tour. Pervis already owed him some money for the last few weeks that he had spent with him and if he were to breach that gentleman's agreement with him, he doubted seriously that Pervis would pay him that money. Pervis had made that crystal clear to him that if he were to leave him before the campaign tour over he wouldn't pay him one red one red cent. He was at a crossroad now with what exactly he wanted to do. He needed that money that Pervis promised to pay him at the end of his campaign tour, but things seemed to be rapidly changing as far as the relationship that he had with Pervis was concerned. Leaving the railroad station he had the route that he would take once he left Griffin well memorized if that was what he finally decided he would do. Could he survive riding the rails without the money that Pervis owed him if he were to suddenly leave? He wasn't all that sure, but if worse were to become worse that was something that he would need to take into consideration. It was around noon when Pervis finally picked him up. They ate a fast lunch at a small sandwich shop in downtown Griffin, then headed over to the city park to get everything ready for Pervis's upcoming political rally. The political rally that afternoon went exceptionally well. After the rally was over, Pervis seemed pleased with himself. It took a good hour for them to get everything cleaned up. Once that was done, they went to a restaurant where they ate dinner. After dinner they headed back to the hotel to get settled in for the night. "I'm going out again tonight Bobby, so don't wait up for me." Pervis stated. That was fine with Bobby. What that meant was that he wouldn't have to worry about Pervis abusing him like he had done back in the hotel in Macon. After working all day, Bobby was looking for a good night's sleep. They would be heading north to Rome, Georgia tomorrow which was over one hundred miles. Even if they left Griffin early the next morning it would take almost all day traveling by car to reach Rome, Georgia. With that thought in mind, Bobby could not understand why Pervis had decided to go out that night knowing that they had such a long trip to make come morning? Pervis left around 7:00 that evening. It was about an hour later just as Bobby was getting ready to go to bed, when the door opened and Pervis came storming into the room. "Get up boy!" Pervis growled. Pervis's tone of voice gave Bobby the indication that he might had done something wrong to get Pervis angry with him. "Why Pervis, what's wrong?" Bobby wants to know. " Don't ask any questions just get up!" Pervis shouted. Bobby slowly rolled out of bed. "Put your shoes on and come with me!" Pervis exclaimed. Now Bobby was really confused about what was going on. Nevertheless he did what Pervis had told them to do. He pulled on his shoes and followed Pervis out to his car. Opening the front door for him Pervis said, "Get in!" Bobby eased into the car. Where were they going? he wondered. Sliding into the driver's seat, Pervis slammed the door shut then shifted the car into gear. Bobby could smell whiskey, heavy on Pervis's breath so that told him immediately that Pervis had been drinking. And every time that Pervis got drunk that was when he would abuse him, either physically or sexually. They peeled out of the Motels parking lot onto the main highway. Pervis drove about two or three miles then made a left turn on a rural dirt road. "Where are we going Pervis?" Bobby asked. He was scared now. The way Pervis was acting told him that something wasn't right. "You'll find out Bobby, so don't be asking me anymore questions. " Pervis snapped. The road was rough and bumpy. Cornfields on each side of the road make a it difficult for Bobby to see where they were going. About 2 miles down the rural dirt road they came to an old wooden frame farmhouse and barn. Pervis drove the car up to the front of the house, pulled his vehicle to a stop. He shifted the car into park, then turned the motor off. Standing on the dark front porch at the front of the farmhouse, Bobby noticed a tall thin man who looked to be into his mid 40s standing there watching them. He was shirtless and barefooted dressed only in a pair of farmer coveralls. In his right hand he had a bottle of whiskey. Behind the house he could hear some dogs barking. "Who's that?" Bobby asked. He was really nervous now. He had no idea what Pervis had in mind for him that night, but it didn't look very good. "Just never you mind who that is. Now get out of the car." Pervis ordered. Slowly with great reluctance, Bobby eased out of the car. Pervis got out of the car also, then walked around the front of the car to grab Bobby's arm. "Let's go!" Pervis ordered. He gave Bobby a shove pushing him towards the man who standing on the porch. "Here he is Luke, the boy who I was telling you about earlier today. What do you think?" Stepping down from the porch Luke walked over to them. Grinning he spat some tobacco juice onto the ground in front of them then looked at him. He reached out and gave Bobby an almost painful pinch on his soft downy cheek causing him to cringe. "He is cute, that's for sure. " Luke agreed, spitting a little more tobacco juice out onto the ground. "Yeah, I told you that he was cute. And he's broken in, I made sure of that the other night. Yes Luke we will have a good time with him, so you won't have to worry about that." "And you say that he is a runaway? " "He's a runaway. He told me that he was from New York and had been riding the rails since July. So no one around here will miss him." "Well that's good to know. Now I won't have to worry about the police coming around here looking for a missing kid." Bobby still had no idea what was going on, nor did he know what they were talking about. But from what he could just make out, he definitely did not like the sound of it. "Let's take him to the barn. I have everything set up for him, just like I told you I would do last night." Luke said. Giving Bobby a shove the three of them slowly walked over to the barn. Walking into the barn first, Luke picked up a kerosene lantern and lit it. "Come on in." He motioned. Pervis pushed Bobby into the barn, then let him go. He stood besides him waiting for Luke to make the next move. "Don't try to run boy, because you won't get very far. I have some dogs in my house and if I were to turn them loose on you, they'll catch you tear you apart!" " What's, what's going on?" Bobby asked. He have never felt as frightened in all of his young life as he was now. Carrying the lantern Luke motioned them to follow him to the back of the barn. It was then that Bobby saw through the orange glow of the kerosene lantern something that made his blood run cold. Hanging from one of the barns rafters was a thick coarse rope. Off to the side at the very back of the barn was a table with certain items lying ontop of it that Bobby couldn't quite make out. It looked almost like a chamber of horrors. Luke walked over to Bobby then offered him the bottle of whiskey. "Here, drink a swig of of this hooch cause your going to need it." Bobby shook his head. "I don't want any." "I said take a swig." Luke ordered. "Go on." Pervis said. " It might grow some hair on your nuts." With great reluctance Bobby took the bottle of whiskey from Luke then took a swig. Having never tasted whiskey before the alcohol burnt his mouth. He coughed and sputtered, spitting the mouthful of whiskey out of his mouth. His actions caused the two men to laugh. Luke then grabbed the bottle from Bobby yanking it out of his hand. "Don't want to let any more of this hooch go to waste." He murmered. He took a long swig from the bottle before handing the bottle to Pervis. Pervis smiled and took a swig as well. "We might as well get down to business, since we don't have all night. I know that you have to hit the road early tomorrow morning to get to Rome, Georgia before tomorrow night." Luke stated. " I'm not worried about that. Hell my campaign rally is two days from now." Pervis replied. He took another swig of whiskey then handed the bottle back to Luke. Luke took one last swig, then set the bottle down. Looking over at Pervis, he said. "Let's go ahead and strip him, then string him up. I can't wait to ram my cock up into his tight little asshole." It was right then and there that Bobby knew what was in store for him that night. And it scared the hell out of him.....