Date: Wed, 15 Jul 2020 16:29:48 -0500 From: Keith Yates Subject: Devyn's Struggle V2-27 This is a fictional story involving sexual acts between two or more men. If this offends you, why are you here? If you are under the legal age to read sexually explicit material then do not read any further. This story in no way represents any person living or dead. Any resemblance to any real person is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author and no copying or posting to any other website is permitted without the author's written consent. Please help keep Nifty going by donating to this awesome service. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Devyn's Struggle V2 Chapter 27 Devyn could barely stand the anguish on Joe's face as he was saying goodbye to Travis. Devyn cursed the perverted judge for rendering such an unfair verdict. "Do I have to go?" Travis had asked. Joe had tried explaining it to the kid but Devyn was not sure Travis understood. It was hard for Devyn to say goodbye to Travis. Devyn had been looking forward to having a little brother. They left the courthouse and went back to Hannah and Ben's. They were getting the house ready to be put on the market. Joe thought if they did a little cosmetic work, that it would bring a better price. They were going to spend a few days painting and working on the landscaping. Although Joe had not been granted custody, he was still the executor of the estate and the trustee. Ben's Parents could not change that. Devyn was trying to come up with something that might help. He could tell that Joe was depressed and angry. "Maybe you can appeal the decision," Devyn offered once they were back at the house. "No," Joe barked. "No, there is nothing we can do. That old jackass was not going to give Travis to me. He does not believe a single man can raise a child. He certainly does not believe that a gay man has any business around a young boy. I am surprised he didn't try to remove you from me." "Well, he probably figures two gay guys deserve each other," Devyn said. "Probably," Joe said. "When Travis is older," Devyn began trying to cheer Joe up as they were working, "He might be able to choose to come and live with you." "I hope he can," Joe said. "If they haven't corrupted him." "You mean about you being gay?" Devyn said. "Exactly," Joe said. "Hannah and Ben really wanted Travis to be accepting of almost any lifestyle. Hannah told me that Ben's parents were a lot like our own Dad. They had a lot of prejudices. One time she called them Nazis." "Are you going to be alright?" Devyn asked looking at Joe concerned about his friend. "Yeah," Joe said. "I will be fine. It is Travis that I am worried about. It is Travis that is in trouble. Hanna never wanted them to have custody of Travis. Ben did not want it either. His parents do not have the attitude needed to raise a boy with special needs. Travis is bright, fun, and a good sport about everything. He is going to be miserable with them." "Once we get this room done," Devyn said an idea forming in his head. "Do you think I could borrow the truck?" "Where you going to go?" Joe asked. "I, um, have an old friend that lives not too far away," Devyn explained. "I thought I would say hi." "Do you want me to go with you?" Joe asked. "Um, no, you don't need to do that," Devyn said. "I, um, probably won't be too long." "I guess it would be alright," Joe said. "You will be okay right?" Devyn said. Devyn was studying Joe as he was painting. The man had always been serious most of the time but right now he just did not seem like the Joe that Devyn loved. The man's body was tense. It was like at any minute the pressure would cause him to snap. "I'll be fine," Joe said he could hear the concern in Devyn's voice. Once they had finished up the painting Devyn took the keys from Joe, "I'll try and be back soon," Devyn said. Devyn ran to the truck. The plan forming in his mind as he pulled out of the driveway. He knew he would not be able to do it alone. He was going to need help. He drove to the police station where he had met Hanna. He went to the desk and asked for Hanna's partner. "Tell him it's important. It is urgent. It...it has to do with Hanna." Devyn waited and waited and at long last the man appeared. "Devyn?" he said. "What is wrong?" "Everything," Devyn said. "Do you have time to talk. I, um, I need your help. Travis needs your help." It was either the employing look or the urgency in Devyn's voice but Dean did not hesitate. He signed out and walked with Devyn to a nearby twenty-four-hour coffee shop. "alright kid," Dean said. "What is the problem?" "Everything," Devyn said. He quickly told him about losing custody of Travis. "Joe is sick about it and I am sure so is Travis." "I remember Hanna talking about them," Dean said. "She would be biting bullets to know that they were raising her son." "We have to fix this," Devyn said. "And just how do you propose we do that?" he asked. Devyn took a deep breath. "I know the judge," Devyn said. Devyn could see that Dean was not getting his meaning. "I knew him when I was working." It took a minute and then the light went on in the cop's eyes. "He was one of your clients?" "Yeah, he was. He didn't recognize me in court," Devyn said. "I bet not," he said. "For one thing you look so damn different. You look a heck of a lot healthier." "Plus, he wasn't interested in my face," Devyn said. "Oh, he wasn't buying drugs?" Dean asked. "No, he was buying something else," Devyn said. "No wonder he didn't recognize you," he said. "You know you had your clothes on." "Yeah, and I didn't look 12 which is what the guy is into." Dean grimaced at the idea of Devyn with the older man. "Just what is it you have in mind?" he asked. Devyn explained his plan to Dean. "We can get Travis back where he belongs," Devyn finished. "You cannot do this," Dean said. "It is borderline illegal." "Is it any more illegal than what that man did?" Devyn asked. "No," Dean admitted. "You would be putting yourself at risk." "I know that," Devyn said. "I need to do this. No, I have to do this," Devyn corrected. "I can't," he began. "Think of Hannah," Devyn said, "Think of Travis." "No," Dean said. "We aren't doing this." "I'm doing this," Devyn said looking Dean directly in the eye. "You can either help me or not." "You can't handle this," Dean said. "I can," Devyn insisted. "If something goes wrong, we are screwed," Dean said. "If something goes wrong," Devyn said, "just cut your losses. I will never tell anyone you were a part of this." "I can't believe I'm even considering this," Dean said. "I'm fixing this," Devyn said thumping the table for emphasis. "I'll find someone else if you can't help me." Devyn was not sure who the someone else would be. He knew Joe would never let him do this. He wondered if he might be able to talk Sam and Charlie into helping him. It would mean telling them what he once did for Tom but if that helped Joe and Travis, he would do it. "You might be getting in over your head kid," Dean said. "He might want more than you are willing to give." "I know what he likes," Devyn said. "I have no doubt about what might be required." "If things go to hell," Dean said, "you might get into serious danger." "The worse thing he is going to do," Devyn said meeting Dean's eyes, "he's already done to me. I have no problem going as far as I need to go." "You are asking me to break the law," Dean said. "Hannah saved me," Devyn said. "I owe her and I'll do whatever it takes to save Travis." "She took a bullet for me once," Dean said looking down at the table. "It was only a flesh wound but it saved my life." "it sounds like we both have a debt to pay," Devyn said. "What if he figures out what you are up to?" Dean asked. "He might have a gun. This could blow up in your face." "You can come in with guns and badge blazing," Devyn said. "You know I could lose my badge over this," Dean said. Devyn had not considered that. He needed back up on this but he was not sure he should be asking Dean to risk his career. "I can find another way," Devyn said. "No matter what you are going to find a way, aren't you?" Dean said studying Devyn's face. "I'm going to get Travis back one way or another," Devyn said. "I should have my head examined," Dean said. Once Devyn had Dean's cooperation, Devyn knew he had one more stop he needed to make. He would need some different clothes for this operation. He knew just the store for that. # # # Devyn saw the looks of the cashier as he entered the store. Devyn was sure he did not look like the typical customer at the high-end men's store. He was looking completely out of place in his old t-shirt, blue jeans, and ratty looking sneakers. It was not the guy Devyn had been hoping would be working. "Can I help you?" the man asked. "Carl usually helps me," Devyn said. "Is he working?" "He's in the dressing room area helping a customer," he said. "Thanks," Devyn said. "I'll look around." Devyn was relieved that Carl was working. He did not want to postpone the plan. He found a few items that he knew his "Uncle Henry" would like. He then made his way to the changing rooms where Carl was just finishing with the customer. "Hi Carl," Devyn greeted. "If you are free, I could use your assistance." Devyn saw that the man did not recognize him at first. As the recognition kicked in, Devyn could see the color drain from Carl's face. "How, how, can I help you?" Carl asked stammering. "Come and help me try these on," Devyn said moving towards the changing room. "I need your professional opinion." Once in the changing room Devyn began stripping off his clothes. He dropped the old t-shirt onto the bench that was along one wall. He then was kicking off his sneakers. He could feel Carl's eyes sliding over his tan skin. "You, um, have filled out some," Carl said watching Devyn as the teenager slid down his pants. "thanks for noticing," Devyn said his lips quirked up into a half smile. "Once Devyn had Carl's full attention, he began telling Carl exactly what he needed. Carl's eyes were drinking in the site of the almost naked teenager. He hesitated a minute looking at the tan chest, the flat belly, and the boy's teenage basket that was filling out the front of the boxer briefs, before leaving the changing cubical to fetch the clothes Devyn wanted. Carl was only gone for a short time selecting the appropriate clothes for Devyn. Devyn pulled them on and could feel Carl's eyes watching his every move. The man was definitely a guy who liked to watch. "This shirt fits you really well," Carl said rubbing a hand across Devyn's chest. "You like the color?" Devyn asked smiling. "Yes, it brings out those golden flecks in your eyes," Carl said. "What about the pants?" Devyn asked. Carl's eyes moved from Devyn's boyish face to the snug fitting slacks. They emphasized his teenage basket and when he turned Carl could see how well they were hugging the boy's hot butt. Carl could not stop himself from reaching out and touching the boy's buns. They were hard, round and firm. Carl's tongue flicked over his lips. The desire was evident in his eyes. "I'm glad you approve," Devyn said stepping back and beginning to undress. "You have gotten even better than when you came in here with Tom," Carl said. "Speaking of Tom, I expect the same discount that you use to give to Tom," Devyn said standing there in just his underwear. He had just finished stripping out of the new clothes. "I am also going to need all of those modeling pictures you use to take for Tom." "I can't," Carl began. Stepping closer to Carl Devyn stared into his eyes. "You will," Devyn said. Carl seemed to shrink back. His eyes looked away from Devyn's penetrating gaze. He looked down over Devyn's muscular chest, his well-muscled arms, and the narrow hips. It was hard to believe that this kid was that same nervous boy that Carl use to dress and undress. "You have certainly grown," Carl said staring at the basket in Devyn's boxer briefs. "Those underwear are different than what I use to dress you in." "I know you like me in those little briefs," Devyn said. "In fact, I'll be needing some of those. You can add them to my purchase." "If I give you the photos," Carl began, "and the discount, will this be our last transaction?" Devyn had just finished pulling on his jeans. He moved back to Carl. "What do you not like me anymore?" Devyn said. Moving a little closer so he was pressing against Carl. "Do you not find me attractive enough?" Carl swallowed. The man in fact was finding Devyn attractive. He was finding it hard to believe that this confident man and the skinny shy boy were the same person. Carl had been attracted to that Innocent boy but there was something about this Devyn that was even more attractive. Devyn took Carl's hand and placed it on his bare chest. "See my chest is still just as smooth as before," he said. Carl felt his cock twitch inside his pants. The skin was just as smooth as before. He started exploring Devyn's chest. It was more muscular than a year ago. "I could get you some better modeling gigs," Carl said rubbing Devyn's nipple. "You could make some really good money." "How about just getting me those pictures Carl," Devyn said. "Be sure I get all of them. You should probably delete any files you have. You know just in case." Pulling his eyes from Devyn's chest, Carl looked into Devyn's chocolate eyes. Carl was drawn in for a moment by the golden flecks that seemed to be floating in the pools of brown. "You wouldn't tell, would you?" Carl asked his voice showing his nervousness. "Just make sure all of your `models' are over 18," Devyn said using air quotes around the word models. "Of course," Carl said swallowing. "I'll be back tomorrow to pick up my purchases," Devyn said. "Please have everything ready." # # # Devyn found that the closer it got to time to put his plan into action the more nervous he got. He had told Joe that he was going out again. It was going to be their last night at Hanna and Ben's. They had finished up the painting, all the furniture had been either sold or donated, and the house was ready for listing. Devyn went by the men's store and picked up the clothes and all the pictures. "This is everything I did for Tom," Carl said. "I did not keep any." "Thanks Carl," Devyn said. "If, um, you want to work, you know model, I can help you with that," Carl said. "If you wanted, I could even, um, you know do what I did before." Devyn saw the man's eyes travel from his face down to his crotch and back up. Devyn guessed that Carl really enjoyed sucking cock. "Thanks Carl," Devyn said. "Not today." Devyn then drove to Dean's apartment. It was there that they were going to go over the plan one last time. "I wish you would wear a wire," Dean said. "Where the hell would I put it," Devyn said. He had just finished changing. The new clothes did make him look like a model but they really left nothing to the imagination. "Shit kid," Dean said "Do I look young?" Devyn asked. "you look like your clothes shrunk in the wash," Dean said. "Can you even sit in those pants?" "Barely," Devyn said. "Wouldn't he rather have you in kids' clothes?" Dean asked. "I mean like shorts and t-shirts?" "No," Devyn answered. "He likes his boys to be well dressed. Kind of like we just came from Church or something formal." They went over the plan one last time and then Dean drove them to Judge Green's estate. "I've never been in this exclusive neighborhood before," Dean said as he was parking the car outside the estate. "I've been here a number of times," Devyn said and not just to this estate." Dean glanced at Devyn. "Why didn't you tell us about these men?" "They were actually nice to me for the most part," Devyn said. "I was just helping them live out a fantasy. They wanted me to enjoy it as much as they did." "You are more understanding and forgiving than I am," Dean said. "I don't know about that," Devyn said. "I think telling you about them, would have required me to remember it all." He took a deep breath and then slid from the car. "Don't take too long to get into position," Devyn said. "Unless he has remodeled everything will be set up like it was." "Be careful," Dean said still not sure he was doing the right thing. Devyn walked up the long driveway to the front doors. The place almost seemed more elaborate than he remembered. He rang the doorbell and waited. Devyn was not sure if it was taking forever for the door to be opened or if it was just his nervousness. At last the door was pulled open by the housekeeper. Devyn gave his boyish smile. "Hi Marcie," Devyn said recognizing the housekeeper. "Is Uncle Henry home?" She seemed to study him for a long time before saying, "He's here." "would you mind letting him know is nephew is here and needs his help," Devyn said stepping into the foyer. Devyn waited and at long last the judge came down the stairs. It took the man a little while to recognize Devyn. "Aren't you that boy from the custody case?" "Oh, you do remember me," Devyn said his voice soft. "I was afraid you had forgotten me." "That case was just a few days ago," he said. "You should not be here. I do not know what you were hoping to accomplish by coming here, but you should leave." "Oh, now Uncle Henry don't talk to your favorite nephew like that." Devyn smiled at the older man. "You used to always be so happy to see me. You would pull me on your lap and play with me..." "I don't know what you are talking about," the judge said. "Now Uncle Henry," Devyn said sweetly, "surely you couldn't forget the fun games we played. How you liked to rub my pee-pee and have me rub yours." The judge's face drained of its color as he suddenly recognized the young man in front of him. "It can't be," he said. "It's me Uncle Henry," Devyn said taking a step closer to the man. "I'm that same favorite little nephew of yours." "Why, how, where?" The man was making little sense. "I know I look a little older than I did the last time we played together," Devyn said. "I know that you like me when I was younger. I thought maybe you might still like me." "I, well, I..." he stammered. "I am still quite young," Devyn said. "I don't work for Tom anymore. You might say I am freelancing now." "Oh, the judge said a glint in his eye. "You are looking for work?" His eyes swept over Devyn in the snug fitting clothes. He looked at the youthful face, the snug shirt over his chest and arms. His eyes spent time looking at Devyn's basket. The form fitting pants hugging his crotch and emphasizing his teenage equipment. "Yeah," Devyn said. "You could hire me to do some work. You know how hard I can work. You got something you need me to take care of?" "Hmmmm, I don't know," he said looking Devyn from head to toe. "You have grown up into a nice-looking young man. You must be what fifteen now?" "Oh, Uncle Henry," Devyn said his voice projecting innocence. "When we last played, I was only twelve." At least Tom had told the man that Devyn was only twelve. "That's right," he said. "So, you must be only 13 now?" "" Almost 14 now," Devyn lied. "You hit your growth spirt early," Henry said. "Some boys do," Devyn said. "I haven't had any nephews over since the last time you were here," Henry said. "Tom got into a bit of trouble." "I'm here now," Devyn said. "I'm up for any game you want to play Uncle henry." "What about that custody case," Henry asked. "You live with that farmer?" "as you said, Tom got into some trouble," Devyn said. "I got stuck with that guy by Family Services." "He was trying to become the guardian of that other boy," Henry said. "Right," Devyn said. "That boy is quite cute don't you think?" "He looked alright," Henry said but Devyn knew the desire was there. "He's a good boy," Devyn said. "He's even a little younger than I was when we met." "Yes, he did look young," Henry said. "He was an attractive boy." "Here," Devyn said stepping closer. "Take a look at these." Devyn was now standing right next to Henry as he showed him the pictures of Travis at a water park. Devyn had only picked out the ones of Travis by himself. There had been several of Travis and Ben together but Devyn only needed the ones of Travis. The boy was wet having just pulled himself out of the pool. His wet swim trunks riding low on his body. "I think he's very cute." "He is," Henry said. The man's desire was evident at the way he was looking at the pictures. "Here is one of me that Tom took the day I met you," Devyn said turning to a new photo in the portfolio Carl had given him. Devyn's hair was over his eyes as he was looking up shyly at the camera. His shirt was unbuttoned and you could see his smooth chest and belly button. He was also only wearing a pair of tight white boy briefs. Henry's tongue licked his lips. His eyes were studying the picture. He could remember the feeling of that smooth skin under his hands. He could still taste the boy on his lips. "Let's go into my study," he said. Devyn felt a little bad about using Travis like this but they were just pictures and there was nothing in appropriate. Devyn would take care of any of the inappropriate tasks. "Do you have other pictures?" Henry asked. "I have a few," Devyn said following the man to the study. "some others of me that you might like." "What about the younger boy?" Henry asked. "Only the ones you saw," Devyn said. Henry opened the door to the study and usher Devyn inside. "Make yourself comfortable," Henry said. Devyn was pleased at how well this was all going. He walked past Henry into the room where they had first met. He had been hoping for this room. It was going to make everything much easier. "The room is the same," Devyn said. He moved to the French doors that went out into the garden. "I remember how nice your rose bushes looked." "I remember you looking at them the last time you were here," Henry said moving up behind Devyn. Henry placed his hand on Devyn's lower back. "You also like the way the fountain shot water into the air. "I did," Devyn said. "Unfortunately, I won't be able to see it tonight." Devyn stepped a little closer to the set of French doors. He placed a hand on the latch to look out into the dark. "It only runs during the day," Henry said grasping Devyn's arm and pulling the boy towards the leather sofa. "I guess I won't get to see those little rainbows the drops make in the sunlight," Devyn said. "Yes," Henry said. "My little rainbow boy. You have shot up, haven't you?" "Yes," Devyn said. "Just a little." "You are becoming such a big boy," henry said. "I bet everything is growing." Devyn could smell the scent of scotch on the man's breath. He knew that scent so well from the many evenings he spent with Henry. "Maybe," Devyn said. "How about I fix you a drink Uncle Henry?" Devyn did not wait for the man to answer. He moved to the wet bar and began fixing the drink. "You don't mind if I fix one for myself, do you?" "Not at all son," Henry said. "I was the one that introduced you to the drink." "right," Devyn said quickly fixing two drinks. "When I was twelve you were giving me Scotch to drink." "Yes," Henry said. "You got a little surprise that first time. I remember the look on your face as it burned going down that first time." "You taught me quite a few firsts," Devyn said walking across the room and handing the drink to Henry. "You were fun to teach," Henry said. "I was young and did not know much about the games you like to play," Devyn said. "You learned very quickly," Henry said. "I was young and wanted to please my Uncle Henry," Devyn said. He had not taken a drink from the glass of Scotch he had fixed. He had noticed that Henry had taken several. "You were very good at pleasing your Uncle Henry," he said. "I bet now that you are older, you would be just as good. You have filled out. Did all that Scotch you drink here put hair on your chest?" "No," Devyn said. "It is just as smooth as the last time you touched it." "Let's see," Henry said and slowly his finger unbuttoned Devyn's shirt. His hand slid inside and began running across the smooth skin of Devyn's chest. "Your chest is bigger than I remember." "I am a growing boy uncle Henry," Devyn said. He let the shirt slide from his shoulders and drop to the floor. "You definitely are," Henry said. Henry's fingers caressed the smooth skin of Devyn's chest. The man's fingers found Devyn's nipple and the circled around the reddish-brown areola. Henry took the little nub between thumb and fore finger and pinched it. Devyn winced at the treatment of his sensitive nipple. Reaching out Devyn began undoing the buttons of the shirt the man was wearing. He soon had it open and was sliding off the man's arms. Devyn's fingers touched the man's chest. His fingers sliding thru the patch of salt and pepper hair. "Do you like the hairy chest son?" Henry asked. "Oh, you know I do," Devyn said. "how many times did I play with this chest hair of yours?" "Hmmm," henry said and slowly reaching down he caressed Devyn's teenage basket. "I think this is bigger too." Stepping back henry took a seat on the leather sofa. "Do you want to see?" Devyn asked. "Yes, show Uncle Henry your little boy parts," he said. "Sure, Judge Green," Devyn said. "But you have to show me yours too." "Call me Uncle Henry son," henry said. "Right," Devyn said "Uncle Henry. Will you show me your, um, boy parts?" "Oh, you want to see Uncle Henry's man parts?" He asked. "Yes, show them to me like you did when I was 12," Devyn said. "You go first," he said watching Devyn intently. Swallowing Devyn began undoing his pants. He saw the lust in the man's eyes as he kicked off his shoes and slowly pulled down his pants. "Very nice son," henry said. Devyn stood there in only his white briefs and socks. He had been dressed just like this the first time he had met Henry. "Your turn Uncle Henry," Devyn said. Standing up from the sofa, henry drops his pants and steps out of them. His boxers are already tented out with his erection. "Now take your undies off for Uncle Henry," he said. Devyn watched the man massage the growing cock between his legs as he stood there in his tight white briefs and white socks. Devyn turned his back to henry for a moment and stepped closer to the French doors. "Oh no little boy," Henry said quickly standing from the sofa to grab Devyn. "You aren't going out to play in your undies. That would be a very naughty boy." With his arm around Devyn's narrow waist, he pulls him back from the door and down onto his lap on the leather sofa. "Uncle Henry," Devyn said trying to fake a laugh. "Do you remember that one summer afternoon when your wife and kids were gone?" Devyn asked as Henry's hands were sliding over his tan skin. "You gave your staff the afternoon off and we went into the garden and played." "I do remember that," Henry said. "Yu ran around out there in your little undies that day. "You got all wet when you splashed thru the fountain with me chasing you." Devyn could remember it all too well. He had felt exposed out there in the garden in his wet white underwear. His boy parts had shrunk up from the cold water of the fountain. Henry seemed to like it that day. He had ended up shooting his load all over Devyn right by the fountain. "We are just going to have to take off these little undies," Henry said and starts pulling down Devyn's underwear. The underwear is discarded on the floor and Henry is running his hand over Devyn's smooth crotch. Every brown hair around his cock had been shaved away so he would be completely smooth for the older man. Henry is holding him on his lap while fondling him. "You are still so smooth," Henry said sliding his fingers around Devyn's crotch. Devyn can feel the man's erection pressing against his smooth butt. Henry's leaking cock is pressing between his cheeks. "Oh, Uncle henry stop," Devyn said. "Please stop Judge Green." "Relax son," Henry said. "You know you want it. You know you like sucking and getting fucked. A hot little boy like you needs an uncle like me to fuck him." "No, stop," Devyn said again. "Oh, relax my horny little nephew," Henry said. The man is enjoying Devyn's mock resistance. He moves around rolling Devyn onto his back on the sofa. He has the teenager pinned under him as he his pushing Devyn's legs apart. His erect cock pressing against Devyn's smooth skin. "relax my boy," Henry said. He begins lifting Devyn's legs and pushing them back over Devyn's chest. "No please stop," Devyn pleads as Henry begins pressing his dripping cock against Devyn. "I'll be inside you in a minute and you know you like it when Uncle Henry is inside your hot little boy pussy," he said. "Please stop," Devyn said his hands pushing against Henry's chest. "Yes, Judge Green," Dean said standing at the open French door. "I think you had better stop." Devyn could see the blood drain from Henry's face. "I, what the fuck," he sputters. Devyn pushes the older man off him and gets up from the couch. He grabs his clothes beginning to get dressed. "What is the meaning of this," Henry snaps. "You disgust me," Dean said. "I was just doing what the boy wanted," Henry said also pulling on this clothes. "Um, I did say stop and no," Devyn said starting to button up his shirt after pulling on his underwear. "You tricked me," Henry said. "Nothing you have done here will stand up in court." "I don't need it to stand up in court," Devyn said. "If I go public with what I know about you including that interesting birthmark that looks like Florida, you will be worse than ruined." "Not to mention the pictures and video I got," Dean said. "How much do you want?" Henry said looking from one to the other. Dean passed Devyn the legal papers that an Attorney friend of Dean's had drawn up. "Sign this order," Devyn said handing the paper to Judge Green. "What the hell is this," He asked. "This is an order to fix the wrong ruling you made," Devyn said. "It will give full custody of Travis to Joe." "That dumb farmer shouldn't be the boy's guardian," Henry said. "he's a queer!" "Yes, that queer farmer will make a much better parent than either of those two will be," Devyn said. "A faggot can't raise a child," he said. "If I remember correctly," Devyn began his voice still cool and collected, "You managed to raise a couple of kids yourself." "I am not a faggot," he said. "No, you are pure scum," Devyn said pulling on his pants and then his socks and shoes. "Now sign the order. Sign it or you will end up explaining to your wife and children why you wanted to fuck a 12-year-old." "I am doing no such thing," he said. "I am not afraid of you. When I am finished with you..." "When he is finished with you," Dean said. "Your reputation will be in tatters. The District Attorney will have to investigate every case you have ruled on in the past 10 years." "Plus, I'll sue you perverted ass," Devyn said. "The pictures and video Dean took might not hold up in a criminal case but a civil case is a different story." "Who the fuck do you think you are?" he almost shouted. "I'm the faggot that will take you down if you don't sign it," Devyn said. "Now sign it!" The judge's face went white. "You little fucker," he said. "I will destroy both of you. I will make sure..." "Anything happens to either of us," Devyn said and this material will go to the attorney general. Don't worry about trying to destroy the proof. I'm going to have enough copies and have them distributed that they will be sure to bring you down." "You should just sign the order," Dean said. "I think he means every word he has said." "I'll have your badge," he threatened. Leaning closer Dean stared him in the eye. "You just try," dean said. The judge grabbed a pin from the desk and signed the order. "Now get out." He said pushing the papers to Devyn. "Thank you," Devyn said. "I wish I could say it has been a pleasure, but nothing about you was ever pleasurable. You need to start seriously considering your retirement." Devyn strode from the room. He was happy and sick inside. He was happy that he had gotten what he wanted. He was sick because the asshole had not been punished worse. "You should consider his suggestion," Dean said. "Retire now and move. We will be watching you." Turning Dean followed Devyn out the French doors and into the cool night air. "Good job," Dean said patting Devyn's back and heading towards the car. "Thanks," Devyn said following Dean to his car. "Kid you got balls," Dean said. "You were taking it too far though." "I wanted to be sure you had enough," Devyn said. "I'm going to need a really hot shower tonight. I feel dirty after having his hands all over me." "I am sure you do," Dean said. "I can't believe you put yourself into that situation and how far you were willing to go. You must care about Joe a lot." "I love the guy," Devyn said. "He is the one person I would do anything for." "Well you definitely proved that tonight," Dean said opening his car door. "I was doing it for Travis too," Devyn said. "I love the kid like a brother. Plus, I was repaying a debt." "A debt?" Dean said pulling away from the curb. "Hannah helped me," Devyn said. "If I help Travis, then I'm giving it back to her." "She never expected you to pay her back," Dean said. "I know," Devyn said. "But she became part of my family." "You know," Dean began looking over at the teenager, "I'm not sure Joe feels the same way you do." We love each other," Devyn said. "I sometimes wish it were more, but what we have is incredibly special. I will not screw it up and I will not let anyone else mess it up either. I love Joe and I love Travis too. I would have done whatever I needed to with that old fucker to get Travis back." "I saw that," Dean said. "I may never be able to forget what I saw." "I've done worse," Devyn said. "That guy was actually one of the nice clients. He treated me well our first time together. I think he had been drinking tonight and it made him a little more aggressive. Plus, I am older now, maybe he thought he could be rougher." "I am sorry you ever had to go thru that," Dean said. "um, Dean," Devyn said, "just don't let Joe know what happened. He probably would not exactly approve of what I did." "Okay, Kid." Dean looked at Devyn sitting there in the dark. "Hannah knew how to read people. She was sure right about you. You are making her proud. You turned out to be one heck of a good man." "You know it all makes sense now," Devyn said. "I went thru all of that so I could be here. I was put where I was needed. The road wasn't easy, but there is a plan. It isn't all random events." "Oh, so you are saying God put you there to save Travis?" Dean asked. "God, the Universe, whatever force you want to call it," Devyn said. 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