Date: Thu, 13 Jan 2011 22:08:04 +0000 From: David Lee Subject: Someone to Watch over Me, chapter 12 Someone to Watch over Me, Chapter 12 Warning: This story contains scenes of love and sexual interaction between males of consenting age. If the reading or possessing this material is illegal in your country, state, province, county, municipality, etc., please leave this site immediately and do not proceed further. If you are under the legal age to read this, please do not do so. It is not my intention to offend anyone or to get you in trouble. The author retains the copyright, and any other rights, to this original story. You may not publish it or any part of it without explicit authorization from me. This is not my first attempt at writing fiction. My longer stories on Nifty include: "Always and Forever" (March 25, 2004), "Jacob and Jacques" (May 30, 2004), "Zeke" (August 29, 2005), "Tales from Bentonville" (November 16, 2008), and "Second Chance" (September 24, 2010) under "High School" in the gay male section. There are a few short stories also: "Brad and Alan's Canoe Trip" (April 22, 2004 under "Camping", "Of Angels and Dragons" (November 8, 2008) under "Camping", "A Christmas Tale" (December 22, 2009) under "High School", "Brazil Affair (October 1, 2010) under "Beginnings", and "Seth's Gift" (October 10, 2010) under the Science Fiction/Fantasy category. I am now listed on Nifty under the category of "Prolific Net Authors" which will make it easier for you to access earlier stories. Some of these stories are also posted at: www.storylover.us along with those of other writers that may interest you. My only reward for contributing to Nifty is your emails. Please write if you like the story. Please include the name of the story in the title of your email because my email service sometimes puts them in the "spam" file. Finally, thanks and hugs to Tom and David who edit for me so that there are fewer mistakes! They not only proof-read, but make other valuable suggestions. David (dlee169@hotmail.com) ------------------------------------------- Someone to Watch over Me, Chapter 12 Things were pretty much back to normal by the time school began again. Doug was working a full eight hours nearly every day and Paul was studying hard, trying to get all of his course work done to graduate in December. On a particular fall evening, Doug asked Paul to go for a ride with him. They took the SUV even though it was warm enough to take the convertible with the top down. That puzzled Paul. After a few minutes, he realized where they were going as they cruised along the street where they'd first met. Doug asked Paul to stand by the tree and then he drove away. Paul felt panicked for a couple of minutes before Doug came back and put the window down. Then he walked over to the car and leaned in. "Can I help you with something?" he grinned, catching on to what Doug was doing. "Yeah, you can come home with me and make love all night. I'll pay whatever you're asking. When my boyfriend catches us he's gonna be jealous as hell and want to marry me as soon as possible." "That doesn't sound like the way to motivate him. Why don't you just ask him one more time? He may have changed his mind about waiting." "Paul will you marry me in November? I'm pretty sure I can plan a small wedding by then and I know Mom will help. Your mom might too." "Yes! I'll marry you as soon as we can arrange it. I'm not going to wait any longer. But why did you bring me back here? This place has memories I'd like to forget." "I'm sorry, Babe. That was insensitive of me. I think you're right about the discretionary part of my brain being out of whack. The only memory I have of this place is that I met the love of my life here, and I've been happy ever since." "Okay, then that's how I'll try to remember it too. Actually, it mostly reminds me of meeting you. At least I didn't get involved with Jeremy here. That's a blessing!" As they were talking, a police car pulled to the curb in front of them. The office came back fingering his baton and looking at them with a scowl. "What's going on here?" He asked. "I've just proposed to my boyfriend and he's agreed to marry me in November!" Doug grinned. "Don't play cute with me. How much is this guy asking for sex?" "Absolutely nothing. We've lived together for nearly a year and I'm getting all I can handle for free." "Uh huh. That's a likely story. I ought to run you both in." "Go for it if you're willing to take the chance of facing a lawsuit for false arrest." Doug challenged. "I have a card in my billfold that proves he's my legal partner, but I'm not going to show you because it's none of your business. So either arrest us or leave us alone!" "Just move along and don't let me catch you out here again," the cop blustered. After he'd left, Paul raised his eyebrows. "Do you think he was bluffing or will he leave us alone?" "He'd better not harass us because I wasn't bluffing. I'll get him into deep doo-doo if he bothers us. You've met Chief Jacobson at church. You know he'll straighten this cop out if I talk to him." "Maybe we should go home so it doesn't come to that," Paul suggested. "No, not until we've stayed as long as we want. We're not doing anything illegal and I won't be pushed around." Doug avowed. They sat in the SUV kissing for several minutes. The police car went by again, but didn't stop. Feeling that he's made his point, Doug drove them home. ---------- Doug got a call from Chief Jacobson at work on Monday. Although he knew the man fairly well, he didn't think it was a social call or the chief would have waited until after work. "Hello Doug, this is Gary. How are you doing?" "I'm doing well," Doug answered. "I'm really pleased to hear that. You know all of us at church have been praying for your full recovery, and I hear by the grapevine that you and Paul will be married in the spring. Congratulations!" "Thanks. Actually, I've convinced him to move he date up to November. If you're comfortable attending, I'll send an invitation to you and Sarah." "We'd love to come. Why would you think otherwise?" "Because of your professional reputation, I guess." "Humph! If I'm supposed to hide my values in order not to offend someone in the community, they can have my job and my badge to go with it!" "Thanks. I appreciate your attitude. But, I can't believe this is a social call..." "Well, not exactly. It seems that Officer Bill Davis is in a pucker because he saw you with a young man over on Beale Street recently. You evidently didn't let him push you around." "That's true. Paul and I were there doing a little play-acting. How did he know my name?" "He ran a check on your license plate to see who you were. The gal in the motor vehicle division called me because she heard him mumbling about getting even. He's a loose cannon and I'd like you and Paul to be vigilant. I'll try to have someone watch him, but I can't do that 100% of the time." "It's a sad day when we have to watch our backs because of the police!" Doug exclaimed. "Isn't it just? There are rumors that he bullies the men who, uh, ply their trade in that neighborhood, if you know what I mean. He's possibly extorting money and, um, favors to buy his silence and the guys are afraid to turn him in because of the nature of their work. I'm thinking of setting up a sting operation to catch him in the act of intimidating someone." "Why doesn't the city shut down the whole area? We all know that drug dealing and prostitution go on there." "It's not that easy. The city fathers and political candidates make noises to that effect every four years, but no one wants to go after it when push comes to shove. I think some of them are on the take or involved in the operations, probably as customers. The fallout could be huge." "Well, good luck on catching Davis in the act," Doug said. "Do you have definite plans for doing it?" "Not exactly. That's part of the reason I called. Do you think Paul would be willing to act as a decoy? He's young and he's got the looks for it. We could put him out there dressed like he's, uh, looking to get picked up, and have him wired so we could document what Davis says if he has contact with him. If it matters to you or Paul, rest assured that I'm not going to arrest any poor johns in the process." "I'm not sure how Paul would feel about being a stalking horse. I'm not crazy about having him out there if this officer was overheard talking about getting even." "We'd help him with a disguise and have someone nearby monitoring all the time he was out. I'd keep his identity secret as much as possible, though he would have to testify in court if there's reason to arrest Davis. Could you at least ask him?" "I'll do that, but I won't encourage him to participate. If he should decide to, I have a tiny device I'd like him wear rather than a wire in case Davis should become suspicious and search him." "That would be fine as long as you give us a dry run with it. I wouldn't want any screw-ups that could put him in danger." "I certainly wouldn't either!" ---------- "I'm of two minds about it," Paul said after Doug had explained the chief's proposal. "Part of me wants to stay as far away from that man as possible and part of me wants to help. I was never harassed by him, but I heard stories from another young dude. If I'd have kept moonlighting there, I might have found out for myself. I do empathize with the guys who have to be there." "You know I'd hate to have you do it, but I'll support you if you feel you should." "Thanks! I love having you watching out for me, but not trying to control what I do. That's the perfect balance in a husband. You love me enough not to smother me. "Do you have a big day tomorrow?" Doug asked. "No, what did you have in mind?" "I was thinking about something kinky we might try tonight." "Do tell!" Paul grinned. "Imagine this scenario. I'm sleeping naked in my bed and you're a burglar who sneaks in to steal my goods. Only when you see the goodies between my legs, you forget about the other loot." "Will I tie you to the bed and have my way with you?" Paul asked. "That would be awesome! I'll resist, but eventually give in and then offer you a place to live when I find out you're really a good guy who's desperate because of losing your job and your home." "Cool! We'd better have an escape word so I'll know when to back off if it gets intense." Paul suggested. "How about `Aztec'?" "Okay. That should be easy to remember. Didn't they sacrifice hunky young men to the gods?" "That's the rumor. Will you be sacrificing me?" "Not in the way they did, but I may be asking you to offer up your ass!" Doug lay naked in his bed with the sheet pulled down. He felt himself becoming drowsy as he waited for Paul to appear. He seemed to be taking a long time - so much so that Doug dozed off. Suddenly there were ropes around Doug's wrists keeping him confined to the bed. Moments later, his feet were also bound. A figure dressed in black, his face hidden by a ski mask, stood over him. The feeling of helplessness and fear that flooded his body made him so excited that his cock began to swell. "Wha—a-at are you going to do to me?" he asked shakily. "I haven't decided your fate," the voice said darkly. "I'll give you anything you want if you let me go." "I'll get what I want if I don't let you go," came the laughing reply. The intruder left the room then. Doug could hear him walking around as if searching for something. Soon the burglar came back with a wash cloth and a plastic container. He stripped off everything but the mask. He was a handsome specimen of young manhood looking strong and virile. Doug had barely had time to drink in the masculine beauty of his "assailant" when his eyes got covered with the cloth. He let out a gasp as he felt an ice cube on his left nipple. He hadn't expected it and reacted with a yelp as he thrashed around in the bed. "Be still or you'll get more!" Doug began to moan and groan in response. The masked man brought another piece of ice from the container and held it to his balls. The more Doug squirmed and protested, the more his body was subjected to the thrill of the ice. He knew he was producing precum in great amounts. His "tormentor" saw it too and bent down to lick it up. "Take anything you want! I won't call the authorities if you'll just fuck me!" "You want my big cock splitting you in half?" "Please!" Despite his gruff talk, the burglar untied Doug's feet, lovingly prepared his chute with the lube launcher, and loosened him up before plunging his throbbing dick to the hilt. Doug moaned in pleasure rather than in pain. "Fuck me, young stud. Claim my ass as your exclusive territory!" Paul pulled off the mask, removed the wash cloth, and kissed Doug deeply, allowing his tongue to explore Doug's mouth. Doug sucked on his tongue as if giving a blow job. Moments later, both were heading for a memorable climax. Doug blasted a huge load between their bodies and Paul filled Doug more than he normally did. Paul used the wash cloth to sop up some of the mess. Then he untied Doug's wrists and both hurried to the shower. "That was hot, masked man!" Doug enthused. "We have to come up with other fantasies to try. I think I'd like to be `arrested' by `an officer' and undergo a thorough body search sometime." "Sounds like a plan," Paul smiled. "But sometime, I want you to play the dominate role, okay?" "Okay." ---------- It was a chilly night in October and the daylight was fading. Paul had turned down several "customers" in his role as a call boy. He was about to give up and go home when the police cruiser stopped nearby. Office William Davis stepped out with his baton in hand and swaggered over. He didn't recognize Paul because the latter had on dark makeup and a wig which disguised him pretty well, plus he had his cap pulled low. "I know why you're out here," Davis said while running his baton over Paul's groin and between his legs. "I could arrest you for pandering, but I have a better idea. What's it worth to you to stay out of trouble?" "Please, officer, don't run me in. I can't afford to make bail or hire a lawyer. What do you want from me?" "How much money have you made tonight?" "Nothing so far." "Let me see your billfold." Paul fished out the battered billfold he'd brought which had a total of $17 in it. He'd made sure there was nothing else in it – like a license, student ID, or insurance card - that would give the officer any notion of his identity. "That's all I have. Please leave me enough for bus fare." "It's not much, but I'll take it. You can damn well walk home. Maybe that will teach you a lesson." "Yes Sir. I'll go now." "No you won't. Up against the wall!" Paul stood with his hands against the brick storefront and his legs spread. Officer Davis took his time patting him down and feeling him up in the process. Just when Paul thought he might be done, the cop pulled his arms back and snapped a pair of handcuffs on him. "I've thought of another way for you to pay me. If you're good, I may even give you back the five so you can take the bus. Come back into the alley with me." "What do I have to do?" "I want a good blow job, no teeth and you swallow my load." "I don't swallow!" "You will if you know what's good for you! You have little choice if you want me to unlock the cuffs." "I don't do risky things." "You should have considered the risks before you got into this business. Come on, we have to be quick and I'm horny as hell." Paul walked into the dark alley ahead of Officer Davis. It frightened him having the bigger man at his back, even though he knew the other officers were someplace near. "Okay, down on your knees, cocksucker!" Davis bellowed as he dropped his pants and underwear. He forced Paul down, pressing the baton on his shoulder close to his neck. At that moment, the door of a building behind Davis burst open. A camera flashed several times and Chief Jacobson spoke. "William Davis you are under arrest for extortion and harassment. You have the right to remain silent..." Before he had finished reading Davis his rights, the officer was loudly denying that he'd done anything wrong. "Look, this guy is a low-life! He'll say anything to keep out of trouble." "He hasn't SAID anything," one of the other officers reminded him. "We have your whole conversation recorded, not only on the tiny machine in his pocket, but on a remote receiver. It's all there in your own words, taking the guy's money and demanding sex." "Whatever money I have is mine and you can't prove otherwise." "The bills are marked," Chief Jacobson told him. "I've suspected for some time that you've been shaking people down in this neighborhood instead of enforcing the law. Now I have the proof." "You can't do this to me!" Davis screamed. "I can't go to jail; you know what they do to cops in there!" "To quote something you said a few minutes ago, `you should have considered the risks before you got into this business'. I can't work up a lot of sympathy for you. Your ass will probably become the property of some guy called Bubba." The chief freed Paul from the handcuffs and gave his shoulder a squeeze. He could tell that the experience had been traumatic and he felt sorry that he'd put the young man through it. Still, with Paul's help, he'd gotten the goods on Davis. But was it a fair tradeoff? Paul hadn't seen Doug standing in the dark doorway. Since he too was dressed in black and had his cap pulled low, he blended with the shadows. But once Officer Davis had been led away, Doug pulled Paul into his arms and kissed him. "That was very brave of you, My Love. I know that a lot of people will be happy to have that man off the police force." "I don't feel very brave." Paul said, shaking. "I nearly wet my pants when he forced me to kneel. That was way too close to his smelly crotch. I felt so helpless!" "They waited until the last minute to stop him in order to have enough proof, I guess. It had me worried too!" "Take me home and hold me," Paul requested. "I need you more that you can imagine." ---------- Gwen didn't have a lot of spare time in October, but she had agreed to help Doug make arrangements for the wedding. Marie had also agreed to do what she could. Ashley had been delighted to get involved as well. Doug wanted their ceremony to be in the small chapel at St. Stephen's and have Pastor Stone officiate. Marie called to reserve the date and the minister. Marie also contacted the Hilton Gardens requesting a dining room that would hold up to 50 people. She specified that it had to have a small dance floor set up. The management said that was no problem, but it would cut down the dining space slightly. Ashley took over from there and bargained with the Hilton on the price of the dining room and dinner. She offered them a deal on advertising in return for a discount. It looked like a win/win situation for everyone. Gwen worked with the florist, photographer, and limo service by email and phone calls. Mike arranged for a disc jockey after getting a couple of names from Paul. About the only things left to do were getting their license and sending out invitations. Obtaining the license was the easiest part of the whole process. Gwen, Marie, Ashley, and Mike came over to the house to assist Doug and Paul with addressing the invitations one Saturday afternoon. With all their help, it didn't take long. Mike offered to drop them in the box outside the main post office on his way to Sebastian's apartment. Now the guys simply had to wait for their special day to arrive. ---------- At church the following day, Chief Jacobson sought out Doug and Paul as soon as they'd hung up their choir robes. He had a serious look on his face. "Is there trouble," Doug asked. "There have been serious developments. It's a sad situation, but in one way it's good for the two of you. Davis made bail shortly after he was booked. Then he went home and committed suicide. His body wasn't found until last night. I thought you should hear it from me instead of on the news. In the note he left, he said he couldn't face being in prison with men he'd sent there. He was afraid of being raped. I'm sure he'd have been isolated from the general population or have had some kind of protection, but I can see his point. They can't watch everyone all the time." "I hope we're not responsible for driving him over the edge," Doug said ruefully. "No, if anyone planted fear in his mind, it was me. But, I'm not taking any blame for it either," the chief said. "He knew that what he was doing was wrong and he knew the consequences. He wasn't a very nice man. Sometimes it's hard to tell who is on what side of the law without the badge. In his case, the badge didn't seem to clarify anything either." "Thanks for telling us. I, for one, don't feel responsible," Paul added. "Good! I have to work next weekend, so I may not see you until the wedding. Have a good week!" ---------- "How do you feel about consummating our marriage by having sex in a lot of different spots?" Doug asked Paul with a smirk on his face. "Like under the dining room table, in the new spa, and on the kitchen counter?" Paul asked with a similar look on his face. "Not exactly. I was thinking more like in Miami, on the way to Grand Cayman, heading from Cozumel to Roatán, and possibly while moored near Belize." "What are you saying?" "As a surprise, I've booked us a honeymoon cruise over Thanksgiving week while you're off of school. I've been cleared to fly and I'm eager to show you those places, well, whatever we can see when we're not in bed!" "That's so cool! Is that why you pushed me to get my passport back in May?" "No. Actually I assumed with the money we were about to come into that we'd want to do some traveling. It's always good to have a current passport just in case." "That is so sweet of you. You know I've not traveled much at all. Do you think I'll be okay on the ship? Am I likely to get seasick? I'd hate to mess up our honeymoon." "Not to worry, My Love. There are patches with medicine in them that we can get from the doctor before we go. I doubt you'll have motion sickness because these larger ships don't bob around in the waves like a boat, but we can be prepared." "I wish I had some way to show you how much I appreciate your thoughtfulness," Paul said running his hand down the back of Doug's pants. "Um, I think you might have hit on something," Doug grinned. ---------- Author's notes: Thanks to all who emailed recently: Walt S, Oxford, Dick W, Bill K, ElPasobuddy, Mike B, Sumeet, Bert, Michael T, Lawrence N, Tom A, Paul R, Mike C, Bill T, Dick W, Jian, Jim C, Markus D, Paul F, Carroll, Rutabaga, Paul L, and Ron J. As you can see there are often new names that weren't there in the past. I have heard from 59 readers for the first time since posting this story. Some have admitted reading earlier stories and just getting around to letting me know. I appreciate all of you. You can see that I wasn't able to keep my promise and finish in 12 chapters. There will be one more and that will end this series. I'm not sure what I will post next, but it may be "Tommy and Tanner" in the high school section, at long last. It's been kicking around for a while and I've worked on it with Tom and David recently. I'll try to hold down the cast to a reasonable number, and I'm not planning for it to go on for more than maybe 20 some chapters. We'll see. Thoughts and prayers for the shooting victims in Tucson. I hope we can have political differences without having this kind of thing happen. But, there are crazies out there! David