Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2001 10:31:46 -0400 From: LJB Subject: To Fulfill a Prophesy Section 13 (LJB)(MM BB Bb 1st anal oral teen1b teen2b slow)(13/56) The following is a pure work of fiction and is the property of the author. If you are looking to get off quick, read something else. This story is presented in serial form and you'll read a lot of background, before you get any mindblowing sex scenes. If you are bothered by same sex relationships, read no farther. This is a story about the interaction of males with each other in a fanciful setting. It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story. Thanks to those who are encouraging me to continue with the presentation of this series. Hope that you continue to enjoy. LJB To Fulfill a Prophesy Section 13 Ted - Wednesday evening It has been a good day. All the "boys" are settling into the `castle' quite well and it was a lot of fun spending the whole day with the younger ones. It amazes me, how active they are, even with Davey's arm in a cast. Everything they saw was a new experience and it made me appreciate things, I have come to take for granted. The pool was a big hit, but I think, visiting the horses at the stables won the blue ribbon. Our preparations appear to be falling into place. The sudden arrival of the boys, did not take us by complete surprise. Chen has been pretty accurate with his projections, so far. Dean has accepted the body guards without nearly the objections and resistance, I had expected to encounter. Having the boys here now, proved to be the clincher in his agreeing and avoided, having to wait until Jamie arrives. I feel guilty I have not been able to tell him the real reason they were necessary. It took me a long time, to find Dale and Jason, but they are worth the wait. And Anson was pure luck. They will become `family' to all of us, without any of them realizing, how they were matched to one another. Jason and Dale will never know, their meeting and getting together, after they were discharged from military duty, was no accident. I've had Digger Bailey tucked away, for some time. Jamie going to private school, was another bit of luck that couldn't have been planned. It brought him into the equation, far easier than I had anticipated. The biggest boost, has been Dean coming out of his depression and facing the past. It has put him well on the way to returning to being the man I know and love. Seeing him back to his old self, is such a relief, for both me and Chen. Dean actually went and greeted people in the cafeteria today. He hasn't even eaten there for over three years and he acted like he was just there yesterday. I know that the staff were really pleased to see him being the man they remember knowing. Davey, has really thrown a wrench into this for me, personally. Only four days and I love the little imp, just like he was my own. I went ahead and told Dean, I wanted to adopt him, but I don't know how quickly things will move along. Nothing can happen, until the `Fathers' are established, so we should have some time, for everything to work out. At least I know, Dean will be here for him, if things go wrong. I know, he will never let anything happen to Davey, if only because he knows, how important the boy is to me, much less the role he is destined to play. Dean is really anxious to expand our intimacy. It seems cruel, for me to do so and then possibly, have it end suddenly, but I love him so very much even a short time with him will be better for both of us, than never sharing what we have at all. I have been really surprised by Davey and Denny. It is astounding that two little boys, from such destructive backgrounds, can be such wonderful individuals. When you think of what they have each been through, it's a wonder, they don't hate everything and everybody. Instead, they understandably absorb the attention they get, but give back love, just as fast as they get it. They are both survivors, but there is something really special about Davey. I had noted it, even before Chen mentioned it to me. I guess it's only to be expected, given who he and Jamie are going to be. He can be so intuitive and mature and yet, he can still retain that wonder and awe, experienced by a young boy. The joy he had today, from just being in the swimming pool and sharing the experience with the three of us was palpable. He walked around his room later and touched everything in the room, as though he was greeting it and memorizing every detail. Chen says, Davey has a very old spirit, a sage and teacher. He is very impressed by him and it takes a lot to impress Chen. He is sure, Davey is one, of those we have been expecting. Knowing that Jamie will also be one, we now wonder how and when the other two will appear. Denny on the other hand is a little boy, who has been terrorized by a sick bastard. He needs security and love and he has found both, with Davey and with us. I expect, as he is helped to face the fears that have been forced on him, he will be able to resume his normal childhood and develop to his full potential. He took a step today, when he decided to swim nude in the pool with the rest of us. It was a problem for him, but he overcame the fear, put his trust in all of us and really had a fun time. When we had finished, there was no concern in him while we were all drying and dressing together. I don't know, if he has a role in the prophesy, or if he is just an element of fate. From what we understand, he is far too young to be a Guardian. Jamie and Davey are teenagers, Denny is just eight. Dinner at the `castle' is always in the Formal Dining Room for the `family', although, we only dress up for guests and special occasions. Tonight, our new `family' met together, to have dinner for the first time. Dean sat at the head of the table and I sat to his right, with Davey and Denny on either side of me. Anson, Jason and Dale sat to his left. This will be the seating arrangement until Jamie arrives. The staff served dinner and the young boys and maybe even the older ones, were very impressed. Mr. Chen presided over the dining room, seeing that everything ran smoothly. He never really moved from his position, standing by the buffet, but occasionally, he would make a quiet comment to one of the servers and someone would then adjust something or some additional item would quickly appear. This is just the way it has always been. Mr. Chen always set the menu and normally he would check it, with Dean or with me, if Dean was not available. He knows this is not necessary, as we almost always defer to his choices. This afternoon he had bypassed us and consulted with Davey and Denny. The result was the spaghetti and meat ball dinner we had tonight. Everyone enjoyed it and there were big bibs to wear while we ate. Dean commented that the boys were to be consulted on a regular basis. They were both very pleased with themselves and the attention they had earned. After dinner, we all went into the Games Room. Dean, Dale, Jason and I played some gin rummy while Anson spent some time with Davey and Denny, playing some board games and then just watching TV. At 9:00 p.m. I took Denny up to bed. He had a shower after our swim this afternoon, so he didn't need another one. I stayed with him, while he put on his new Spiderman pajamas. Like any eight year old, he talked. I heard about the best things of the day and how good lunch and dinner had been. I heard about how impressed he was with the estate and how nice Anson had been playing with them this evening. I heard about what he thought and what he hoped and what might happen and everything else, that poured through his young mind. After he had washed his face and brushed his teeth, he came over to where I was sitting on the side of his bed and reached up to me with both arms. I bent forward and picked him up and he wrapped his arms around my neck, tightly. "Thank you for finding me." he said and held on, as if someone was trying to pull him away. I told him he was very welcome and that we were all happy that he was here, with us. I suggested, he go over to the bookshelf and select a book, he thought he would like. He brought back `Swiss Family Robinson' and after tucking him into bed, I sat beside him and read the first chapter of the story. I told him to have a good sleep and kissed him on his forehead and received another big hug. When I returned to the Games Room, Davey wasn't there. I was told that shortly after I took Denny upstairs, Mr. Chen had come and taken Davey away with him. This did not concern me, Davey could not be in better hands. Dean had gone into his office to call Jamie. I offered the three men a drink. Beer seemed to be the preference and they just stared at me for a moment when I asked "draft or bottled". They all jumped at the chance for a `draft' and I got the stares again, as I asked which of three brands. When they finally had their mugs in hand, we sat around the card table and talked. "Anson was asking us a question this afternoon, we didn't have an answer for, Ted." Jason casually mentioned. Anson's head snapped toward Justin and he got a puzzled look on his face. "And what was that ?" I asked, taking Jason's bait. "He was looking at that big, double bed in his suite," Jason replied, a big smile on his face, "and he wondered if that much bed indicated, he could bring someone home with him for the night." Anson's face turned a deep, dark red. He looked at me and his mouth opened, but nothing came out. I decided not to drag out his embarrassment. "You guys live here now." I told them. "This is your home. You are expected to remember, there are children living here, business is often conducted here and from a security viewpoint, you are responsible, for whoever you bring onto the estate. Beyond that, you are free to have whatever guests you wish, even overnight, if you desire. You guys have been very carefully selected and we have total confidence in your judgment and values" "Can I ask you a serious question ?" Jason continued. "Anytime." I replied. "Why us, or more specifically, why me ? I look around at where we are and I think, I've won the lottery. This job, these surroundings, the people here, it's more than I had ever imagined. I'm not a seasoned security man. I have some skills and some experience, but ....." He was left at a loss to express himself fully at the end of his question, but I understood what he was getting at. "As I just said, you guys were very carefully selected." I explained. "I know more about each of you, than you likely know about yourselves. Among many other things, I know about the scrape you got into, Jason, when you were 15, even though the court records were sealed years ago. I know about your marriage and annulment after only one month, Dale. And, I know about your father beating you, Anson." Each man's face showed shock, or surprise as I spoke. "You were selected to live and work here, not just for your security experience, but for your personalities, your sense of humour, your adaptability and many other criteria. I apologize, if I have embarrassed any of you, by what I just said, but I want you to realize, no matter what you see as your strengths or short comings, I know about them and have chosen you, not necessarily in spite of them, but possibly, even because of them. All four of you, Digger included, are an outstanding group of men and I have total confidence in each of you." I think you could have heard a pin drop, as each of them sat deep in thought. "We will sit and talk like this on a regular basis, especially for the next few weeks. If you have anything and I do mean ANYTHING, you want to ask me, you can do it then, or any other time you wish. My door is always open to you." I concluded. Dean returned at that point. "I talked with Jamie and he has asked, if he could bring one of his instructors home with him for the weekend. I told him it was okay. Does that cause any problems for you?" he asked. "I don't think so." I replied. "Who is he bringing ? I inquired. "A Mr. Bailey" Dean answered. "No, that's just fine." I laughed. "Looks like we'll have the whole team in port this weekend." "Oh, is he your man ?" Dean asked "He's the one." I replied. "His name is `Digger Bailey' and he takes a little getting use to, but I think you'll all like him. I met him in a bar fight several years ago." "Did he win ?" Jason asked. "Luckily, no." I replied. "I did. We weren't on the same side at the time." Again the room was absolutely quiet, as each man stared at me. "Anyway," Dean started again, raising his eyebrows, "I was thinking, maybe on Friday, it would be fun to hop on the plane to go pick Jamie up, then continue on and go up to the cabin for the weekend. I mentioned it to Jamie and he thought it was a great idea." "I do too." I replied. "Were you planning on just you and Jamie and a security man ?" "No way, man." he answered, giving me an `are you crazy' look. "He may be out to `do me in' after the shitty way I've treated him the past three years. I want all the buffers I can get. Besides, I told him about your new `sons' and he seems really excited to meet them." "I doubt that he's `gunning' for you, but I still think it's a good idea." I continued. "It will be a really good chance, for the nine of us to get away from some of the distractions and get to know each other better." "I don't think I could stand you knowing me any better." Jason threw at me. "Okay." I answered. "Let's say, we will learn to live together a little better then." It was 10:00 p.m. and Mr. Chen appeared at the doorway with Davey. "Time for Mr. Davey go bed." Mr. Chen instructed. "Yes Sir, we're heading up right now, Sir." I teased him. As usual his expression never change a fraction, but he did glare at me. "Mr. Chen." Dean said. "We will be flying up to the cabin Friday afternoon, picking Jamie up along the way and staying until Sunday afternoon. Will you please see that arrangements are made and stocks are laid in. There will be nine of us and no service. We'll just rough it." "And Chen ?" the little man queried. Dean realized that Mr. Chen was as anxious to see Jamie as he was. "Of course Mr. Chen, please forgive my being short sighted. There will be 10 of us." Dean replied. "I won't be back down tonight, Dean" I said. "After Davey is in bed, I'm going to do some paperwork and settle in for the night." Everyone said good night to Davey and me and we headed upstairs. As we walked down the hall, I asked Davey how he and Mr. Chen had made out. "Great." he replied. I knew he was tired, but that was too short an answer. "So, what were you doing ?" I pressed farther. "Oh, we have a little project we are working on," Davey answered, "and then he helped my arm." "What kind of project ?" I asked. Davey stopped walking and stood there with his head hanging. "I don't want to tell you." he said. "Then you don't have to." I told him. "Anything you do with Mr. Chen will be great." He continued standing there. "I don't feel right about keeping secrets from you." he finally said. "Sometimes secrets are a good thing." I answered. "You can't have surprises, without sometimes having secrets." "It's not like that. I don't want to tell you, because I don't want you to be ashamed of me." he said looking up at me. A tear rolled down his cheek. "There is very little in this world, you could ever say that would make me think less of you, or be ashamed of you." I told him, wiping the tear away with my thumb and wrapping him in a hug. "If you don't want to tell me something, I trust you. You can tell me when you're ready." "You're making it worse." he said. "You trust me and I realize, I'm not trusting you by holding a secret about myself back. Dad, I can't read. Mr. Chen is helping me work in a beginner reader. We are going to work together every week night." "Well, I'm glad you told me, son," I replied, "but I already know that. I talked with Mr. Chen about it, when I saw you couldn't fill out your menu orders in the hospital. He suggested this as a temporary solution until your teacher starts coming." Davey gave me a big hug. "I should know better than to try to keep things from you, Dad and I'll try not to do it any more." I returned his hug and took note of the second "Dad" I had just gotten. We reached his room and went in. The first thing I noticed was that Denny was sound asleep. But, he was sound asleep sprawled sideways on his bed, with the covers all kicked off. I went over and picked him up, setting him into his bed and pulled up his covers. He never even stirred. I then went over and helped Davey with his buttons, snaps and zipper, and getting his cast arm out of his sleeve and into his pajama top. I reminded him to pee and brush his teeth. As he climbed into bed, he asked, "What's this `cabin' that Dean was talking about going to ?" "Oh," I replied, smiling, "It's a little place he keeps in southern Canada. We're all going to pick up Jamie and then go on to there for the weekend. I think you'll really like it. Tell me, you said Mr. Chen helped your arm. What did he do ?" "Just what he did before with my leg." he told me. "He put his hands on my cast, holding around where the break was and just held it and stared at it. It got real hot again until he let go. It sure felt a lot better, after he was done and it doesn't hurt at all now." Davey climbed into bed, I gave him a kiss on the forehead and he hugged my neck, then we both said `Good night'. I crossed the hall to my room and sat down at my desk. My communication disk buzzed and vibrated, as my desk phone rang, so I reached for the telephone receiver, already having a pretty good idea who it was. "Dad ?" "Yes, Davey. What can I do for you ?" I said, smiling at his call. "I just wanted to make sure, I could get hold of you." he replied. "I still don't like the idea of not being able to get to you." "I know, son," I tried to console him, " you'll get use to how it works. If not, I will try to figure something out for you." After a pause, he asked, "Do you promise ? I have this awful feeling about you being gone." "I'm here right now. You just proved how easy it is to reach me. Now, turn out your light and lay down. The faster you get to sleep, the faster we get to start another great day." I told him. "Okay, Dad. I love you." he said. "I love you too, Davey. Good night." I responded. We both hung up our receivers. Dean - Friday afternoon After Ted had taken Davey up to bed I sat and talked with the three younger men for a while. They asked some questions about the `castle' and the estate and I told them about it coming to me through my mother's family. It had been built by my great-grandfather, who was a pioneer in the oil industry. My grandfather was insulated through the depression, so the estate had remained in his family until my mother, as his only child, had inherited it. I again made it clear to them, the facilities were there to be used and that they were to make themselves at home. After a half hour or so, I decided, I'd had enough and excused myself from the group. When I reached my room, I thought maybe, I should look in on the boys. I opened the door and saw, they were both in bed and covered, so I went over to Denny's bed and gave him a peck on the forehead, lightly brushing his shaggy, red hair off of it first. I went over to do the same to Davey. "I'm still awake." he announced to me. "I just called Dad to make sure, I could reach him." "And you found, it worked all right ?" I asked, sitting down on the side of his bed. "That doesn't make me feel any better. I have this terrible feeling, I am not going to be able to get to him, sometime soon." he told me with a great amount of concern. "I don't think that's going to happen, but worrying about it isn't going to make anything better." I tried to assure him. "Let's just wait and see if there is a problem." "Can we call you `Uncle' Dean ?" he asked me out of the blue. "I would be most happy for you to do so," I answered, "but what made you think of that ?" "Well, Jamie calls Dad, Uncle Ted, and I thought, we would call you Uncle Dean. It just seems the way it should be." he answered. "I should have asked you this before, but is it all right with you that I asked him to adopt me ?" He had a very serious look on his face. "I am very pleased, you encouraged Ted to adopt you, but don't get the wrong idea, Davey. I have known him a very long time and if he had not already decided to adopt you, if he didn't love and want you, he would not have been swayed by you. He would have said "No". You should always remember, he picked you, as much as you picked him and I think you both need and belong with each other." He smiled and reached up to give me a big hug. "Thanks, Uncle Dean. I know how lucky Denny and I are to have both of you." "I think, we are the lucky ones, to have both of you." I told him, trying to ruffle his hair, but getting nothing in my hand but the bristles of his brush cut. I gave him a kiss on the forehead and tucked him in again and then I left their room.