Date: Sun, 02 Aug 2015 04:25:06 +0100 From: honey_im_back@hushmail.com Subject: Sascha Part 2 Denis's Legacy Sascha Part 2 Denis's Legacy This is a work of fiction; any similarity with places, people and events in the real world is coincidence. If you are not old enough to read this then why the hell are you still here? Remember, this is fiction, not real, I do not condone the sexual abuse of minors, do not go out and try anything you read here in the real world. All actors in this tale were over 18 at the time of printing! I hope this entertains you, and I would love to hear from you with comments, positive or otherwise. Please consider making a donation to Nifty. You are getting access to a lot of great literature which costs a lot to keep available for you. There is a link to donate at the top of the Nifty Homepage. From Part 1: "Used to say? Is he..." he choked up "Yes he has been gone a while" I said, with a tear in my eye. Sascha reached out and pulled me to him, a 14 year old boy, comforting a grown man! Part 2 Denis's Legacy We showered and Sascha, still in 'Street Boy mode' insisted on giving me a blow job, the first I had received in a couple of months. Needless to say I came in buckets, or at least I shot bucket loads into his hot little mouth. I knelt down to return the favour and noticed some painful looking lesions on his throbbing cock. "Sascha" I asked, "how long have you had these?" "I don't know" he replied, "is it bad?" "I'm not sure, I'm going to call a friend of mine, he's a doctor!" Sascha gripped my arm tightly "Is it Aids?" he whispered. "No Little Man, I'm sure it's not Aids" I reassured him, "but have you done sex things with some of your mums customers or someone on the street?". "Yes, a lot of them like to suck me and stuff, one fucked me while mum was passed out once, but mum woke up and threatened to cut his dick off!" "May I look please?" He turned round and held his cute little bum out for me to check. There were some signs of recent sexual activity, but no inflammation or anything; "It looks OK" I told him, and gave him a little kiss on one of his butt cheeks. We dried off without any more sex play and he dressed in the underwear I had bought him, I pulled on a pair of cut off grey jogging pants and we settled in front of the TV. Mamma Mia the movie was on, and Sascha surprised me by singing along to the 1970's hits! I looked at him as his as yet unbroken treble voice hit all of the high noted faultlessly. "What?" he asked. "You're far too young to know those songs!" I told him. "Mamma Mia was the only DVD my mum ever watched, when she was sober we used to sing it all together." he said choking up a bit. I hugged him and basked in the beauty of his untrained, yet almost perfect voice. "I think it is almost time for bed" I told him as the final credits rolled and the cast joined in the last fun rendition of Waterloo, and Dancing Queen and then Amanda Seyfried gives a solo Thank you for the music. "That James Bond guy can't sing for toffees" Sascha said with a chuckle as we made our way to the bedroom. "Are you OK sharing with me, or do you want me to sleep on the sofa?" I asked him "I don't ever want to sleep alone again" he told me as he climbed between the sheets of my Super King bed. We snuggled up together and almost in an instant Saschas rhythmical breathing told me he had fallen asleep. My sleep was visited by my mentors apparition as Denis told me that I had done the right thing as he listed some of the other rescued boys from our joint lives who might be able to help. I awoke with a start, slightly disorientated, a sound, what was it? The boy? Where was he? "Sascha?" I called, "Are you OK?" The sound of retching and vomiting is what woke me, I dashed to the bathroom to find a very sick boy crying and clinging to the bowl of the WC. "I think it--- might be the stuff I----- I ate at moms before I came to Mc----- Donalds" he managed to get out between puking. I grabbed a glass of water and told him to rinse his mouth and then sip it while I made a call. The phone rang and rang, I almost cut the call when a tired voice answered; "Peter you old poofta! I just got home from a 48 shift in Casualty, so if this isn't important can you call me back in about 12 hours?" "Sam you bloody horse doctor, it's an emergency!" I countered, "I had a sort of vision last night, Denis told me to go to Mc Donalds. There I found a 14 year old Slovenian boy who has been living rough since he found his prostitute mother dead. He has been vomiting" just then I heard the unmistakable sound of a very loose bowel movement and the cry of pain as he convulsed with stomach pains. "Make that D&V, he also has some nasty looking lesions on his genitals!" "Naughty naughty, you saw his junk on the first date?" Sam countered, but I could hear him pulling clothes on "I'll be right over, I'm guessing there is no point in telling you to take him to the hospital?" "No!" I said, "look the door is open, come right up I'm going to look after the patient!" Sam cut the call and I returned to Sascha, he looked really bad. I grabbed a bucket from the cleaning cupboard and some blankets and carried the boy into the lounge where I sat with him on my lap giving him sips of water and rubbing his back. For some reason, despite his age, a lullaby came into my head and I started to sing it softly; "Hush, hush, hushabye, Hush, my baby, do not cry; Nice sugar'd broth to you I'll bring, And 'til you sleep, to you I'll sing, Hush, hushabye. Hush, hush, hushabye, Hush, my babe, no danger nigh, As in your cradle now you swing, Until you sleep I softly sing, Hush, hushabye." As I sang it he seemed to melt into my arms and Sam walking in the door made me start. "Hi I'm Sam, I'm a doctor, and I'm Peters adopted brother! May I take a look at you please?" Sascha seemed to shrink away from him, and clung to me so tightly. "Sascha, Sam is my brother, he was on the streets just like you and I, he will help you get better, please trust him!" "I can't pay him anything!" Sascha whispered. I was about to say that he didn't need to pay for doctors in our country when Sam answered; "Sascha, you can repay me, you can repay both of us, by getting better and letting us help you!" I added "Sam will help you, if you let him! Trust him he knows what you are going through!" Eventually I managed to get the boy, frightened though he was, to stretch out on the sofa, "Do you want me to go out while Sam works his magic?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "NOOO!" he shouted, grabbing my hand and pulling me to him. Sam worked his magic and diagnosed a simple food poisoning for the D&V and wrote me a prescription for that. Then he asked Sascha if he might see his penis. "Penis? What is that?" he asked. "Cock, Willie, Dick, Wang, meat and 2 veg" I said, pointing to my crotch. "Oh you might not want to suck me right now, Peter says I've got something there!" He said with resignation. "Sascha, I'm not here to suck anything, I want to see what's wrong, and try to make it better!" A quick examination revealed that the lesions were not as bad as I had thought and Sam took swabs, applied some cream and advised him; "OK son, no sex games, not even jerking off, until I get the results back. I'd like to give you a shot for the sickness and I'll wait here while Peter gets the other medication for you, OK?" Sascha looked at me and I nodded, so he whispered; "OK but don't be too long Daddy!" Sam shot me a look and saw that I was as surprised as he was at the 'Daddy' reference. I went to a local pharmacy where they don't know me, not wanting any questions as to why a Gay bachelor would have a script for a 14 year old boy. The pills were quickly dispensed and I called in at the corner shop to get some porridge oats and honey. I let myself back in and went up to my apartment. In the lounge I found Sascha asleep wrapped in the arms of Sam, the doctor. I decided to let them both rest, sleep being the best medicine. I went to my study, leaving the door open, and placed a call to another of my `brothers'; "Richard Long" I heard the familiar voice and smiled. "Dickie, you fucking pervert, how's the Liars business?" "Peter you paedo, business or pleasure?" "Business Dickie, serious business!" "No, you finally been caught?" he joked. "Seriously Dick, I had a sort of dream where Denis told me to go to Mc Donalds. When I got there I found a 14 year old Slovenian kid who was in serious trouble. His Mum, a whore, has just died in the family home. He was living rough when I found him, he was verbally abused by some kids that knew him from school and he did a runner. I caught up with him, fed him and got him some clean clothes. He spent the night... and NO nothing happened... and this morning I awoke to the sounds of him making a call on the porcelain phone. Sam is here, looking after him. What I need from you is some sort of `new identity' for the kid. He has been a guest of Social Services and St Josephs before!" "Poor kid, I would not wish those fucking perverts on anyone!" Richard said with venom. "Do you think you can help?" "Hmm Slovenian you say? I just got a Slovenian forger off on a technicality in court, maybe we can put his talents to good use?" he laughed. "That would be good, oh and ideally some paperwork asking me to take care of him, while his parents deal with a crisis, if you could?" "I'll call you back, we'll need some pass photo's and maybe some other general pictures to make a plausible history!" "OK, Love you bro'!" I told him "I love me too!" he replied with his usual joke. I checked my emails and dealt with some minor problems at work, nothing that I couldn't delegate so I leant back and took a long drink of water. I saw the bottle on the floor where it had rolled the evening before. "My God was it only last night?" I said out loud, and then jumped as Sascha spoke; "Yes it feels like I have been here longer, and I'm hungry!" "Oh Baby Boy!" I said drawing him to me for a hug, "That's always a good sign. Let's get you something to eat! Do you like porridge?" "Porridge? What is this?" he asked. I quickly looked up porridge on google translate; "Er `kašo' it says" I told him, showing him the screen. "Yes I love it, Mama used to make it before I went to school in the winter!" I went into the lounge and woke Sam; "Richard is looking at getting some papers for Sascha, oh and do you think it'll be OK for the boy to have some porridge?" "Ha, not if you're cooking it, he'll need a stomach pump after your cooking!" Sam joked. "May I have some too please, if you're making it with Honey?" Sascha stood in the door with a confused look on his face. "I don't understand" was all he said and we both burst out laughing. "Sascha, Peter and I grew up together with Denis, he taught us both how to look after ourselves, we are both very good cooks, but I would never tell Peter that, he would get a big head!" The boy grinned and leant into me, so I ran my hand through his hair. "Do you like Honey?" I asked "I don't know, what Honey is?" he asked. I grabbed the remote and put the TV onto PC monitor mode then using voice control I did another translate command. The screen come up with the Slovenian word medu? and it was spoken out loud too. "Mmmm in my parrige? Yes please!" "Porridge" I corrected. "Sascha, if I correct a word please don't think I am being nasty, but it is so you can learn!" "Thank you Daddy!" he said and squeezed my hand. I went into the kitchen and started to make the porridge in the microwave Sascha followed me and I asked; "Sascha, if I can get you papers would you like to live with me?" He jumped up and grabbed my neck, wrapping his legs around me, placing a big wet sloppy kiss on my mouth. "That'll be a yes then!" Sam commented. The microwave sounded its bell, interrupting any further chat and I dished out the steaming porridge and put lumps of butter on each with a good dollop of honey. "Careful it is very hot" I warned. "Sascha eat it very slowly, just a little at a time" Sam cautioned, reverting to Doctor mode. "Sure Uncle Sam!" the cheeky boy replied with a grin. Sam gave him a `look' and Sascha simply said "What?" "Uncle Sam?" Sam asked. "Well if you are Dads brother then you must be my uncle!" he said, with impeccable logic. "OK nephew, Uncle Sam it is then!" Sam said with a smile, offering him his hand. Sascha shook his new uncles hand and asked "nephew? What is that?" A quick check on google and we came up with necak which satisfied Sascha. Porridge was eaten, and I made a pot of coffee for Sam and myself and a weak cocoa for Sascha. ''The cocoa might be a mistake this soon'' Sam warned ''He's a boy, they all have the constitution of an Ox'' I said Sascha stretched out on the sofa and flipped through the internet. It soon became apparent to me that he was very much computer savvy. "Hey Sascha, how about I give your own PC to use, so I can do some work on mine?" "A PC? Just for me? Wow! Thanks Dad, you're the greatest!" he shouted jumping up and hugging me, "Dad's giving me my own PC" he said turning to Sam, as if Sam had not been in the room when I said it! "2 rules on the PC Sascha, 1/. No porn without asking me first, no going to sites that I have not checked and 2/. You NEVER EVER give personal details to anyone, no matter who they claim to be, unless I have cleared them as OK to talk to! This is non-negotiable! Meaning you do as I tell you in these matters, OK?" "I understand dad" he said. I went down to the store room in the basement and brought up a brand new PC in its box. Sascha unpacked it and helped me hook it up, including a feed to the TV. "I'll get you a monitor later, for now you use the TV, OK?" "Dad?" he asked, "please can you see if I can have a thing to draw pictures on the computer? We had one at school and I loved doing art stuff on it." "Well this PC has Windows7 on it and that has 'Paint' built in. Here switch it on and I'll put in the wifi password." Sascha switched the PC on and it booted up I told him to use Sascha as the user name and to put in a password that he would remember. I explained that he should never tell his password to anyone else, though I would need it myself. Once the set up was finished I sorted out the wifi and we were ready to roll. He went on google and found what he was looking for; "This is what I meant dad" showing me the home screen from WACOM. A graphics tablet, we had the bamboo at school, most of the other kids couldn't do much with it, but Mr Carmicheal said I was good with it!" "OMG Brumbrum was your IT teacher?" I asked "Brumbrum?" he asked, trying to google it. "Mr Carmicheal, James, he's another of our brothers, so I guess that makes him an Uncle too!" "He was the only teacher who never made fun of me, he always tried to help me, and sometimes when I had no dinner money he would give me some!" I grabbed my phone and started to call him when Sam reminded me that James would be in class, so he would not be able to take calls. I called the school office instead; "Hello this is Mr Carmicheals brother, Peter. I was wondering if you could get an urgent message to him to call me at home, it is an urgent family crisis!" The school secretary recognised my voice, "Ah Mr Carling, I can go one better, James is in my office right now!" she said as she handed to phone over to James. "Peter, what's up? You don't usually call in school hours!" "Sascha Slobowsky, do you know him?" "Yes, nasty business he got suspended because he was allegedly disruptive, it was more like he was being bullied all the time and the head could not stop it, so he suspended him for peace and quiet! Why?" "Long story but Denis told me in a dream where to find him, he was living on the street, and in a bad way. Sam is here with him now. I'm going to do an under the counter adoption through Dickie. Can you have a think as to what we can do about his schooling?" "Leave it with me, I'll come up with something, he's a very, very bright boy, with you looking out for him he could do anything he wanted!" "He asked about a graphics tablet, said you let him use one, should I get him one?" "Simply put YES! I'll send you some pictures he did on the school one, we only have a cheap and cheerful Wacom bamboo here, with a better one he could be doing professional graphic work right away!" "OK I have a bamboo here in the store room, but I also have a couple of Cintiques that were ordered and never collected because the buyers business went tits up!" "Put him on the Cintique if you can, he'll love it! Anyway the bell is about to go, I'll pop round after school, OK?" "OK bye J. see you later and say thanks to that wonderful secretary there, she's a marvel!" "Will do, Bye!" I cut the call and said, "I'll be right back!" going straight down to the store room and getting a 22 inch Cintique up. "Here Sascha, you might find this a bit more fun to use" I said. "Oh wow, thanks, a screen!" "Not just a screen" I said and showed him the pen "See what you can do with that!" Sascha inserted the CD and loaded the drivers, there was a pause as the latest drivers were downloaded and the PC restarted, then the fun began. Sascha did some quick test runs and the sat down at his new screen as if he had been using it all his life! While he was working I asked him if he had a mobile phone (cell phone) and he looked at me sadly; "I had one but I sold it to get some food, the happy meal last night would have used up the last of the money from it" When I asked what sort it was he was not sure, but told me it was pay as you go, and was not a touch screen, just a cheap and cheerful one with number keys. I rang a friend at Carphone Warehouse and asked him if he could sort me out with a deal on a good Windows based phone on pay as you go. He offered me a pre-owned Nokia Lumia 635 that had hardly been used. He said I could have it for £20! Unlocked! I asked him to put a Vodafone card in it as well as the largest micro SD that it would take, and said I would pick it up later in the afternoon. He told me I could not pick it up from the shop, as it was a private deal, so I asked if he could drop it round, to which he said yes as he was due to have a half day and would be done by 12.30. As soon as I put the phone down it started to ring and I saw from caller ID that it was Dickie; "Yo Dickie" I said in my best street gangsta voice, "I need 4 pass photo's of the boy, plus any other details you can get me!" "Maybe you can pop round and we'll sort it out? I asked. "Sure, though it will be after 4 as I'm in court in 15 mins!" "That's fine" I said, "Do you have someone who can retrieve some stuff from the boys home, and then report the death to the police?" "Yes he's here with me, text me the address and details of what you want picking up, I'll send him round to 'collect on an unpaid bill'" "Fine I'll text address and list to you in about 5 mins, OK?" That call ended I turned to the others, to see Sam staring open mouthed at the TV screen; "Peter look at that!" he said pointing' I looked at the screen and my heart stopped. Sascha had drawn a picture of me lying prone on a bed naked, one leg raised with bent knee and my hand on a rather exaggerated cock, while I looked at the 'camera' with a serene smile on my face! It was, without a doubt, the most perfect likeness I had ever seen, he seemed to have captured even more of my expression than even a photo would have!