Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2017 21:43:49 -0400
From: Shy Guy <shybottom69@gmail.com>
Subject: Chase N' Justice (Gay male)

Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Warning: There are elements
of non-consensual sex. The story takes place in Dixon County, South
Carolina. Please, don't try to look it up you'll be disappointed, it
doesn't exist. If you are desperate, there are enough clues in the story to
figure out which county I'm patterning it after. Any similarities with any
persons living or dead are wholly coincidental. . . Batman and related
characters are the property of DC Comics this story is not written for
profit and not intended to infringe upon their copyright. Names of
characters used solely for their pop culture reference in the realm of
"fair use."

A note from the author: Why this part of the country? I love visiting the
South Carolina low country, the people are nice. The closer you get to
Charleston the more tolerant the people become. I always thought it would
be an outstanding backdrop to a story.


-Izzy


* * * *


I started off life with everyone thinking I was poor white trash. I never
knew who my father was. According to the hints and whispers around the
county my mom was a drug addled whore who died giving birth to me while
overdosing. As a premature delivery, and heroin addicted baby, I spent the
first 6 months of my life in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit.

The rest of my childhood in foster care. I was a solid "B" (and occasional
"A") student in school. The marks qualified me to enroll in the Community
College earning credits for both. Given the start I had in life, that was
far better than anyone expected of me.

My name is Chase Jeffers. To most, it is a normal Dixon County, South
Carolina September morning. Writers and poets would call it sultry. If we
are bein' polite we call it dewy. If not we called it fucking hot and
humid. It is part of the joy of living in the low country. I have lived my
whole life inside the borders of Dixon county. I have no desire to leave.

I woke today with an extra spring in my step. Last month Sheriff Daughtry
and his wife hosted a double graduation party for me. On top of my high
school diploma, I earned my associates in science. Sheriff Joe announced
when I turned 18, I would start working as an administrative support
person. It gave me a foot in the door until I was 21 and he could put me
through the academy. I don't know what kind of position the Sheriff has
lined up for me, but I am excited for the opportunity.

For years, I had a recurring fantasy about Sheriff Daughtry. He has been
the strongest, most stable, male influence I've had in my life. He's always
been there for me. My fantasy was the standard orphan crap, that one day he
would pull me aside and say that he was my real father. Most orphans had
that kind of fantasy, but few actually admit it. Sheriff Joe and his wife
only had one kid, Billy. He too was a cop following in the family line.
Sheriff Joe used his personal influence to get a sister agency to hire him
on. I don't know all the details but I know he died, and it wasn't an easy
death.

A few people have their doubts about me ever being a cop. At 5' 3" my rail
thin physique, that Deputy Martin described as `Barney Fife like,' is
hardly imposing. I have pale skin that burns easily, dark brown shoulder
length hair, and ice blue (almost grey) eyes. At a child safety day, one of
the kids drew a picture of me. It was a stick figure with a big butt and a
head.

For my 18 years I lived in four different foster homes with lots of foster
siblings. Walker `Skip' Justice was part best friend, part older brother.
He is 8 years older than me. He watched over me, even after he aged out of
the foster home. Walker was the reason I got into the Law Enforcement
Explorer program at the Sheriff's Office at 14. I joined so I could spend
time with him. I had such a huge crush on him. I always knew I was gay,
just never had the courage to act on my desire.

Walker came to my third foster home at 15, he had lost his folks to a
failed armed robbery. He is a man on a mission, that no other kid on his
watch should ever endure that level of loss. At 6' 3" and 265 pounds, he is
a wall of massive muscle. Walker was a tanned, toned, blonde haired, brown
eyed Adonis. The other deputies call him Batman. Because of my smaller
size, and the fact I was always rooted to his side, the members of the
Explorers post called me Robin. The deputies picked up on it and joined in.

He inherited his folk's cabin outside Bonneau on Lake Moultrie. I had been
living with Walker since graduation. My 4th foster family wanted me out
after the ceremony. Walker let me move into one of the spare rooms until I
turned 18. For about the 500th time, I was feeling guilty about not being
able to pay my own way. "Walker, I could always get hired on as a cadet out
at Lieber Correctional. At least then I could start paying you a fair share
of the bills. They are always looking for cadets out there. "

"Chase, I want you to add one word to that last sentence and swap that,
they are. 'WHY' are they always looking for cadets out there. For fuck sake
boy, the guards would eat you alive! You're cute, and thin, they would have
a grand time with you on the night shift. Assuming the cons don't just snap
you in two, just for the fun of it." I could tell he was tired. The poor
guy's night shift ended but he was told to drive me back in.

He paused and slapped my back, then continued, "I`m a Sergeant now, along
with the bonus pay for being on the SWAT team, I can afford the utilities,
taxes, and food till you get on your feet. All you are doing is filling an
empty room. I can guarantee you this Chase, the rest of the deputies are
going to be hitting the gym with you a lot. We need to know we can count on
you, when you hit the road with us."

I knew he was serious, though trying to pass it off as a joke. Most of the
deputies were prior military. I tried to enlist but failed the physical due
to my only having one kidney. He smiled and held my cheek, "That being
said, we got to get some meat on those twigs you call bones. Where do ya
wanna go for your birthday dinner Chase, money is no object. But we will
have to wait till Friday when I go on break."

I didn't want to be more of a financial burden, I thought of a few cheap
places. "How about Gilligan's? I could really go for a fried green tomato &
crab melt, and peanut butter pie."

His voice was dripping with disappointment, "No, I want you to pick a real
honest to God sit down fancy place. Besides the Sheriff, Mayor, and their
wives are taking you to there for lunch today. If you can't pick a good
place I will."

I quickly replied, "How about that new sushi place on Dennis Blvd." I
really did like sushi and it did have table linens.

He was unimpressed, "Damn boy! You know what I call that sushi shit?
...Bait! One more try."

The pressure was on, I knew he was serious. "I like the Music Man's."

"Ok, Chase... You win." I had an excited look on my face I couldn't believe
he agreed. "Yup, we are going down to Charleston Friday night, and I am
picking."

He saw the crestfallen look on my face, smiling he put his hand upon my
shoulder. "I have had this planned for months. The guys are covering my
on-call weekend so we can stay in Charleston. The reservations were a bitch
to get during Pride Week. Dining at a club I know that you will be welcome
at, followed by a suite at the Harbour Vista Inn."

He cradled my face in his strong hands, "I have loved you for so long. You
were only 7, when I was dumped into your foster home. It was you who snuck
into my bed and held me so I could cry every night that first week. You
made those three years in foster care tolerable. You have always shown love
and compassion for everyone else. For the longest time I tried to think of
you as just a baby brother. All that changed two years ago. I saw you
helping the public with that same huge heart. I knew I needed to be in your
life. I love you Chase."

He pulled me close and kissed my neck, "When you came out last year, I
thought I lost my chance. I was sure you'd have a beau in short order. I
couldn't act on my feelings while you were in the Explorers, and I was your
advisor. That restriction is now gone, we are just co-workers. Chase, I
want to be your first, and I want that first time to be perfect. Assuming
you want me. Do you want me?"

All I could do was bobble my head yes. This was so much to process. I have
fantasized about him for years. Thoughts of him caused some of my wildest
wet dreams. He pressed his lips to mine. We hugged and kissed on each other
before when I was little, but this was different it had a far different
level of passion.

When we broke our kiss I was rock hard and his cock was starting to firm up
straining his fly. "Oh Chase, this sucks, I am on nights you are on days.
This is gonna be a long week. We better get going, the Sheriff wants me and
my cruiser back in this morning. I think he is putting me in one of those
fucking small Chargers. We got enough time to stop for breakfast if we
hurry."

I was grateful they were finally getting him out of car 1241. It was always
stalling out at the worst possible moments. I was laughing inside at the
thought of him squeezing into, and riding around in the tiny cruiser.

* * * *
When we arrived at the station Walker was given the keys to his new
cruiser. I could see under his calm demeanor he was doing a happy dance
when he saw the new SUV. Of course someone from the motor pool already
threw a frosted bat logo on the lower left back window.

The Sheriff addressed us in his gruff official tone. "Deputy Justice, I
know you are back on nights tonight but, please swap your gear to your new
unit, then turn over your keys for 1241 to the new court runner so he can
take it home."

Initially, I thought it was odd. The last thing the county needed was a
dedicated vehicle for the court runner. From the station you could throw a
rock and hit the courthouse. Then I reminded myself of the distance to the
County Magistrate office in Saint Stephen and suddenly it made sense.

The Sheriff continued, "The auxiliary decals and lenses won't be in until
Friday. Until then you're going to be riding around with a marked cruiser.
Please do not speed or use the blue lights. You are also gonna be the on
call translator for the deputies. Having a take-home car will speed your
response if they need you in a hurry."

The Sheriff told me I would be floating around to the different sections
learning what I could. In addition to doing the admin runs to the
courthouse and the various state, county, and municipal government offices.
He also said he would use me as a translator like he had when I was an
Explorer. "I also expect you to start bulking up a bit. For goodness sake
son you're thin as a razor blade. "

"Yes sir, thank you Sheriff. I am trying to get my weight up. I'm grateful
for this opportunity you're giving me. I know not many would risk so much
on an 18 year old, and how tight your budget is. I'm grateful that you
stretched it for my salary."

The Sheriff interrupted my thought. "Son, your salary isn't coming from my
budget. You're being paid for out of a special grant from one of our
corporate citizens. A person who has high hopes that you're going to go
far. They have done this with the one proviso that they remain anonymous. I
hope that's not going to be a problem for you?"

"No sir. " I replied

"Your work with the crime scene technicians on the Jonas case was
exceptional. Even the prosecutor was impressed with your attention to
detail, and how well you carried yourself on the stand. You're going to be
helping them out as well. I'm also going to get you used to the radio
workings in dispatch. My goal is to make sure you make it through the
academy with flying colors, and come back to us."

"Sir, I am truly grateful. I will work as hard as I can to make you and the
agency proud."

"Chase, you already have. I wouldn't stick my neck out if you hadn't. Most
of the kids in the Explorers come in and out of the program within a year
or two tops. You stuck with it as a cadet for four years. I think you've
learned as much as you can in that capacity. I just can't punish you by
continuing to use you as the cadet commander till you hit 21. You deserve
the right to grow now. I hope you take advantage of that scholarship you
won over at the College."

* * * *

Becoming a civil servant carries with it incredible amounts of paperwork,
hours of it. Still everywhere I turned everyone was wishing me a happy
birthday or welcome aboard. I had always felt comfortable here, but now I
felt like they are now family. To an orphan that is huge.

Deputy Eric Gonzalez came by admin with his partner Rocco the canine in
tow. Rocco climbed into my lap and sat on me licking my face. The beautiful
malinois was tan, with the exception of an oval circle of black fur from
the top of his eyes to the top of his chest. It extended out to his
shoulders. Eric said, "Looking forward to having you in the kennels next
week. The big one eight! Welcome to adulthood boy wonder!"

Cindy, the admin supervisor returned to her desk and handed me a wipe. She
looked at us with disgust and said "Get that filthy beast out of here!"
Then she smiled saying, "The dawg can stay." Eric gave Cindy a playful peck
on the cheek and me an agency K9 section ball cap with my name stitched on
the back, then left with Rocco. Then Miss Cindy continued, "That furry
deputy loves the stuffing out of you."

I teasingly replied, "Which one..." She laughed. Rocco and I had been
`fur'ever buddies ever since I held him while Eric rushed him to the vet.
He had run into and tangled in a downed barbed wire fence during a search.
I kept direct pressure on the wound. Rocco lived to track again.

Walker came into personnel and handed me the keys to 1241. "Before you take
off in it, you should take a 360-degree tour of the vehicle for safety.
Know your vehicle from every angle. They're going to keep the camera kit in
the vehicle just in case it has to be converted back to a fleet vehicle.
You will be pleased to know they yanked the prisoner cage out already."

He handed me a wrapped package. I opened the gift, it was a tablet, cell
phone and a linked Bluetooth watch. Everything had a little Robin logo on
its screen. "Ditch that prepaid piece of crap. I set your cell phone up as
a Wi-Fi hotspot so the camera can upload live to dispatch should a deputy
or citizen ever have to ride with you. See you back at the house Chase,
happy birthday."

I'm not sure whether everyone turned away knowing what was coming or
whether he waited for everyone to turn away before he kissed me goodbye. No
tongue just pleasant lip on lip action. My very first lovers kiss in front
of people, my toes damn near turned up in my boots. I gave a quiet whimper
showing pleasure. Then he walked out as if it was nothing extreme.

Cindy chuckled after he left, "That man must have the bluest balls in the
history of law enforcement." Then she looked up at me, "Then there is you
boy. Chase honey, you blush deeper than a sunburn. It looks good on you.
Who is gonna break the bad news to Rocco? He is a jealous puppy you know."

That is when the mayor and Sheriff's wife entered the personnel office.
Dawn Dixon the mayor's wife started singing, "Chase N' Walker sitting in a
tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g. . . " Clearly people saw, and didn't care. It was as if
they all had been waiting for it to happen as much as we were.

Kim, the Sheriff's wife, smacked her playfully on the arm. Then addressed
me, "You two look so cute together. It's about time. Cindy is he already
for us? We have to get him his welcome aboard luncheon with the city
fathers, as well as get him a piece of birthday cake."

Cindy removed my new identification from the laminator and gave me my
proximity card for the building's doors. "He's all yours girls. Happy
birthday sweetheart, I'll be along directly." Then she kissed me on the
cheek. I was about to climb into the back of the SUV with the wives when
the Sheriff told me to take my duty vehicle and meet them at Gilligan's.

I walked around car 1241. When I got around back I saw it in the driver's
side back window. A frosted 'R' logo decal was stuck to the window where
Walker's batman sticker once was. Cindy came out and asked if she could bum
a ride. She gave me a side hug when she saw the decal. Miss Cindy was kind
of like the agency mama. Everyone talked to her when they had problems and
she could get it sorted.

* * * *
The rest of the day after lunch was dominated with fittings and orientation
to my new duties. I was actually fitted for a Kevlar vest. They issued me
an ill-fitting older vest until the new one arrived. The Sheriff was quick
to remind me I was to stay away from crime scenes until the real deputies
could secure them. He did warn me translating on a domestic disturbance
often came with risks and he wanted me ready.

Then Chief Deputy Pete Squire had me walk over to the bank to set up a
checking account. The county went to mandatory direct deposit last year. I
was met by Mr. Owen Jackson the bank manager and his son Nelson. For the
past year Nelson has been my deputy commander of the Cadets, this year with
the Sheriff's approval, I handed him the leadership.

It was as if Nelson was always 1 step behind me through life. Because I was
1 month older, I was lucky and started school at 4. He was always there and
kept the bullies off my back. In exchange I helped him with his studies. We
were as close as a twig and branch.

Mr. Jackson shook my hand and brought me into his office. "I understand you
need to set up a checking account Mr. Jeffers. Do you have any funds to
open one?" Nelson smiled as I reached into my book bag, he knew what was
coming.

I pulled out four large mouth mason jars with rusted lids. The jars
contained my life's savings. "Mr. Jackson, that's $10,726.42 sir, to the
penny. Is that enough to open an account?"

His mouth fell open, "For the love of God son, please tell me you haven't
been burying those in your back yard." I replied no sir, and told him I hid
them in my sock drawer. He slapped his forehead, "Angels and ministers of
grace defend us! Do you know how dangerous it is to carry that much money
around?!?" I nodded saying I had been in four foster homes in eighteen
years. I learned to trust myself.

Nelson patted his dad's shoulder, "He has the very first penny he ever
earned." The manager had an odd look on his face when he ask what I had
been saving for.

I expected him to laugh as I told him the secret fantasy of every orphan.
"It is gonna sound stupid Mr. Jackson. I dreamt of using it to find my
surviving family, and bribing them to love me. I figured I had to have a
daddy out there somewhere. As I got older, I realized that dream was
stupid. If I had a daddy out there, one who gave a damn, certainly he
should be looking for me."

The manager asked me to call him Owen and asked if I had any new plans for
the money. I told him, "I'm gonna save most of it but I have had my eye on
a car that needs rebuilding over a Styles Salvage. Marty has a 55 Ford
T-Bird with most of the original parts. What it needs is a new frame welded
and TLC to bring it back to life. He offered a sweetheart of a deal for the
pieces in exchange for a bit of barter."

"I know the one! I have had my eye on it too. Had one just like it when I
was dating Amy. If that upholstery could speak!" Nelson let out an "EWWW"
to the thought of his folks having sex. Owen changed his tack, "So you are
a tradesman/mechanic as well?"

I corrected him, "No sir, I am an artist. Large kinetic sculpture mostly. I
like making inanimate things move. It is almost like sharing the breath of
life in them. My third foster father taught me how to weld and work with
metal."

Nelson interrupted, "You've seen his work pop. He did the school mascot at
the stadium that Mom loves, you know the huge stag."

Owen nodded and pointed at me as if to ask YOU? "Not one of my better
works, I wanted to make the head bob around as if it was challenging an
opponent while rutting. The school board demanded it be made static, they
were afraid of the liability."

With that Owen counted and recounted the deposit. "$10,726.42 exactly. I
wish Nelson had this level of discipline."

Owen presented me my bank book, deposit slip, and temporary debit card. He
also handed me the completed direct deposit slip for the county. "Chase,
welcome to the First Bank of Dixon County family."

* * * *

I was exhausted at the end of the day headed west on Fairsprings RD. My
heart skipped a beat when I saw Walker's new unit flash it's blue LED
lights at me as he was headed to work. We pulled to opposite sides of the
road. I put the window down arching my back making doe eyes at him. I spoke
in a high falsetto, batting my eyes like a coy southern belle, "Why deputy,
is this some kinda bust?"

He shook his head laughing as he crossed the road sayin, "If it were, your
boyfriend would be disappointed!" He looked around to see if we were alone
then leaned in the window and kissed me. Then he went into over-protective
cop mode.

"Chase, why is the remote mic in the charger. Where is your duty belt and
vest?" I knew that I was supposed to wear them whenever I was in the car,
but it was all so large and uncomfortable. The belt pinched when I sat. I
was fortunate, I was saved by the car sputtering and dying. Walker used the
time to teach me how to clear the error and restart it from under the hood
by myself.

With the car now running again, Walker pointed to the back seat and told me
to put my duty belt and vest on.

The normal deputies uniform was NYPD Blue top and bottom. The
investigators, SWAT, and senior day staff wore khaki slacks and a black
shirt. The Explorers wore gray shirts and black pants. The Sheriff wanted
to come up with a different color scheme for me, so I would stand out and
people would know I was not sworn, but I was on the payroll. He simply
flipped the day staff uniform upside down I'd wear a khaki or white polo
shirt and black trousers. Walker and I looked like a checker board standing
side by side.

He taught me how to trigger and clear the remote trigger and panic alarms
on both the radio and the in-car camera. "When you're driving in a marked
unit, you really need to use these like second nature. People will lie and
file complaints on you just to make your life miserable. The cameras keep
honest cops out of trouble, they protect you from false claims."

That was the same message we received for the last four years in the
Explorer program. The camera is the dispassionate observer. In every
argument there are three sides; the antagonist, the protagonist, and the
truth.

He put his hand on my ass and drew me in. "Kenny and I fired up the smoker
today. I left dinner for you in a foil pack in the oven to keep it warm. "

"God I wish you could take me here and now. It sucks being on opposite
shifts from you. I wish I jumped you yesterday."

"Chase hon, it'll make Friday even better. A first time should be perfect.
You deserve perfect." With that his lips brush to cross mine and he turned
and walked to his cruiser. If he could make me feel this good from a kiss
alone, how good would sex be with him? I loved how his ass moved in those
khaki cargo pants. This was going to be a long 4 days.

What made it worse was that he was on 12-hour overnights. But I was on an 8
hour day shift. My shift started when the officers day shift started
because the Sheriff wanted me in for morning stand up. That way I could
find out what's going on out on the road. But what it meant was, I was
there two hours before day staff was, and I'd leave normally four hours
before night shift came in. Today was the exception.

Walker decided how we would be using that time. First, after my shift, I
would have to hit the gym with one of the deputies, working on arms, legs,
chest or endurance. Then we would have our meal together and he would hit
the gym. He liked starting his day in the gym. It was a great plan, but as
a great general once said no battle plan has ever survived contact with the
enemy.

When I got home I discovered the foil pack in the oven. I was still
learning my way around Walker's home. I was still exploring the cabin to
find where things were like cleaning supplies, and kitchen utensils. He and
our neighbor Kenny smoked a little venison over hickory and applewood.
Those two were great in the kitchen, even if the kitchen was outdoors. I on
the other hand could burn water.

* * * *
Walker called me on the cell phone a few times during his shift. So I would
get used to answering through the wristwatch. He told me it was the newest
technology and had a lot of neat features he hoped we wouldn't have to use.
I had a habit of misplacing things. There was an app that would allow me to
find the cell phone from the tablet, Or the wrist watch from the cell phone
with the touch of a button. He said the technology worked even if they were
stolen, leading the police right to the thieves front door if, they had
Wi-Fi.

Walker told me just to watch some television and key down from the
excitement of the day. I was flying 5 miles high. Keying down was not in
the cards.

The cabin that Walker's daddy left for him was really cool. Because it was
on the hill he had something that was unique this close to the lake. It had
a basement. Walker built the coolest man cave in the county with a big
screen TV, stadium seats, and a workout room with its own shower.

Then there was the utility room, that's where the washer and dryer were as
well as the big storage. Walker had his hunting freezers down there. Where
he would store the meat from hunting season to stretch throughout the year.

I went into the laundry room and started my load of laundry. I'd noticed
the door on the left side of the room. I had assumed it was just more bulk
storage. What was odd was the big padlock on the door. It was unusual but I
didn't want to pry. After all Walker gave me a home. He was also the guy I
was very much in love with. If that meant he needed a private place, I'd
let him keep his secret.

* * * *

Tuesday morning began with the old cruiser stalling out on me again. I was
grateful for Walker's wonderful gifts. He talked me through the procedure
to clear the error and start it up again. As it sparked back to life, a
couple rednecks in a flatbed pickup drove by and laughed as they yelled out
Found On Road Dead. I hated that car, I knew it wasn't the model. Every
fleet has that one car that has that gremlin in it that can't be killed.

I groaned as I walked into stand up and the shift commander tapped is
watch. Walker just smiled in my direction knowing what happened. I sat down
next to him and he slid the remnants of his dinner to me. "I guess you
haven't had time to get breakfast." I shook my head as I wolfed down the
remnant of his shrimp and grits.

After the briefing Captain Sunday asked me to stay behind. As soon as the
doors closed, Walker was on his way home, and I was alone with him. I began
to grovel, "I'm sorry sir. I should have left a little earlier. I know the
car is dodgy. I should have planned accordingly. "

He laughed and rubbed my head. "Chase you need to loosen up... the problem
is not you. That car has given every deputy a problem since it entered the
fleet in 2012."

He handed me a piece of paper, In bold letters at the top it said vehicle
anomaly report. "This is the only way we're going to get that damn piece of
crap out of this fleet before it gets someone hurt. I've seen you in front
of the computer screen son, I know you can write. Document what went wrong,
all the symptoms. We're going to bury the motor pool in paperwork on this
piece of shit."

He made a motion at the window and reserve officer Grady came in. "With
this being your first real day, you got a busy one. You know where all the
field offices are in the county. We've had a few incidents and we need to
collect the paperwork for the Magistrate's Office to request search and
arrest warrants. I want to send Grady with you today in case there any
ruffled feathers or procedural bumps. If all goes well I'll send you out by
yourself tomorrow or Thursday. "

I was a little insulted, but I also recognized when the time came, I
wouldn't be allowed to jump straight from the academy behind the wheel of a
cruiser. There would be a field training program. This was just like FTO
for my civilian duties. Grady was a nice guy but he was a little
old-fashioned. He also had that old man smell, that I really didn't like
much. I did recognize he knew everyone in this county.

We picked up the folders that needed to be taken up to the magistrate's
office from patrol, records and command. Turned in the vehicle anomaly
report to the motor pool, who shook their heads not believing it. We
called-out on the radio to dispatch and began our run. I would love to say
that this facet of the job was nonstop excitement. That would be a lie. In
fact the key element was boredom, and miles, and miles, of empty miles.

Any time we saw one of our deputies performing a traffic stop, Grady would
have me pull to the side of the road about a quarter-mile behind to watch
their back. Road deputies worked single person vehicle assignments. If God
forbid something happened to them, they would be alone for a very long
time. A cold chill went down my spine when Grady informed me of that. I
thought of my Walker.

While Grady was plain-spoken, he was also blunt as a brick. "So Chase, I
understand you and `Skip' Justice are queer for each other." He saw the
blush on my face. "Son I don't care who you fuck. I just wanted you to know
my butt is made for out only." Then he began laughing as if it was some
huge joke.

I knew Grady knew Walker longer than me and I had a burning question.
"Grady, How did Walker get that nickname Skip?"

He chuckled then told me he gave him the name. "That was one of the saddest
days of my career son. I was on foot patrol when I heard the two shots.
Came up on a restaurant and found a little boy huddled over the bodies of
his parents. The shooter saw me and dropped his weapon. I was cuffing him
and reading him his rights, when Walker picked up the shooters discarded
gun. Had to talk the firearm from that boy's hands. It was so long ago I
forget exactly what I said, but I ended with `son you cain't just skip
justice.' I started calling him Skip after that. The name stuck."

The old man rubbed the back of my neck and continued, "He was a trooper all
the way through the trial and sentencing. In the end the shooter got the
justice he earned and was put to death. The rat bastard didn't even try to
appeal. It was during the trial I learned how special you are son. I pretty
much hand held Skip through the trial. He told me how you comforted him and
helped him settle into foster care. You got a good heart Chase, and the two
of you deserve each other."

The rest of the day consisted of us running in and out of offices all over
the county picking up and dropping off envelopes and folders to each
location. Eating mediocre fast food and drinking substandard coffee in
between deliveries. The car stalled out twice more. When we made it back to
the home office, I filed yet another vehicle anomaly report. A report I was
positive would be ignored. Then Grady and I delivered our run sheet to the
Captain.

"Chase, Grady thinks you'd benefit from one more day with him. He'd like to
show you some of the hiding places. Places that people think we don't know
about. Grady was a road deputy for a very long time. The man also knows
about every shortcut in this County. Rumor has it he's made a few of them."

I made the entries into my timesheet for the day and then headed to the
locker room. Eric was there, he pointed to my name on one of the empty
lockers. At that moment, what others would dismiss as a stupid plastic name
tag, to me it was as if it were written in solid gold.

After 40 minutes of running and 10 minutes of sprinting on the treadmill.
Eric led me through a grueling weight training session. It focused on
increasing my upper body strength. An hour and a half after we begun he and
a few of the other deputies were patting my sweaty back telling me I did a
good job and Eric lead me back into the locker room to shower.

Eric followed me to the diner and had dinner with Walker and I. Walker
thanked Eric for following me to the diner. "I just don't trust him driving
that damn car. It failed 3 times today. "

I smiled and said, "Four actually."

"Fuck the take-home car. We're going to get you a reliable vehicle and you
can pick up whatever piece of crap they want you driving around the county
from the station. Hell you can use my AMX/3" He loved that car, my mouth
fell open at the offer but I realized there were larger issues.

I replied back sharply, "And if you or one of guys need an interpreter in
the field in a hurry? The car may not be one hundred percent reliable, but
I am. I'm not going to slap the Sheriff's face my first week on the job.
How many civilian employees have a take-home vehicle?"

He dropped his gaze knowing I was right. I continued, "I'll be good, you
taught me how to fix the problem. It's not gonna be an issue. At most I'll
be down a minute and a half, maybe two minutes, while I start the car
again. I can't see that causing too much harm for me. I'd rather be stuck
in the gremlin infested vehicle than any one of you guys."

We walked out to our vehicles as the sunset. Eric took off for his house,
and Walker took me in his arms. He kissed me and slowly parted my lips with
his tongue. My tongue softly stroked the underside of his.

Approaching headlights interrupted our passion. The last thing we wanted to
deal with was getting called to the Sheriff's office for public displays of
affection between two male employees. The people are kind enough around
here, but they don't want their nose rubbed in it. It is not fair, but what
in life is?

Walker cupped my right ass cheek. "See you in the morning sweetheart. This
is going to be a long week."

* * * *
The vehicle made it in to the station the next morning without any issues.
The patrol captain pulled me aside and said, "24 hours and we've already
got our first complaint on you. The boys in the motor pool are a little
annoyed with the number of vehicle anomaly reports. I am so glad that Grady
initialed them. Keep it up. We'll get that piece of crap out of this fleet
in one way or the other."

Grady and I made the rounds. Along the way he showed me some of the county
I had never seen. Grady had a story for everything. He knew everyone's
business, and the location of every abandoned farmhouse and factory in the
county. It was if he had his own internal GPS and every single hiding place
was marked and cataloged for future knowledge. He told me sometimes you
have to know the history of a place in order to be able to pass information
on in the clear.

It was a good day, until we found `them.' There's an old axiom in law
enforcement, sometimes shit is dumped on you, sometimes you just fall into
it. This would be the latter. I saw the shapes on the side of the road, two
lumps. Initially I thought it was roadkill. Then Grady told me to stop the
vehicle. He drew his weapon from his ankle holster. I put out the 10-33
(Emergency at this station all others ceased transmitting) and gave our
location. Grady told me to increase it to a first responder/medical
emergency, men down.

We approached the two bodies on the side of the road, Grady's head was on a
full swivel. Looking for everything that was out of place. I reached down
and checked for a pulse both men were dead and their bodies cold. Their
lips were cyanotic. One man had ligature marks around his neck. Hell, they
damn near cut his head off. The other had a gaping hole in the center of
the chest. I recognized the uniforms the men were wearing and I gave the
officer down call. I reported both men were State Corrections Officers.

Deputy Eric Gonzalez was next on scene. He had me sit in his suv with
Rocco. One of the Corrections Officers was his old partner. The partner had
left the Sheriff's office for a bigger paycheck. Within 15 minutes the
Sheriff and the mobile command post were there. The State Police also
arrived, as well as a few of the city cops. The scene was awash with white,
red, and blue lights. The Sheriff approached Grady and I. He put his hand
around the back of my neck, "Are you okay son?" he asked.

Grady responded for me, "The kid did good Sheriff. He followed the textbook
to the letter. He briefed the first officer to arrive which were our
footprints, and what was touched. He even made it back to our car before he
threw up. As I recall that was better than you did as a rookie at your
first homicide."

Trembling I looked at the Sheriff and said, "It's not quite how I imagined
my third day on the job."

He grimaced and rubbed my neck harder, "But it is part of the job, and the
fact that you're still alive to do it, is a good thing. Give your statement
to Eric and the troopers, then go home early, and call it a day. Cindy will
close out your timesheet."

The Sheriff had Eric take my statement, while he debriefed Grady. The state
of course took over primary jurisdiction. The Sheriff offered whatever
support we could give. The troopers briefed him with the identity of the
five prisoners who were on the way to Lieber Correctional Institution.
Three were death row convicts, a serial rapist, and a methamphetamine
cooker/distributor.

Investigators analyzed the scene and said that it appeared two vehicles,
probably a sedan and suv, were involved in addition to the transport van.
One guard was still unaccounted for, a brand new corrections officer named
Chris Stevens. The patrol commander was wondering how he was going to tell
his wife and daughter. Eric offered to notify his old partners wife and the
State Police investigators gave him permission to do so.

The Troopers thanked us for looking out over the Corrections Officers and
securing the scene until the real officers could arrived. The Sheriff
rubbed my neck again and told me, "Go home. Bring Walker up to speed on the
events and have him call me. I'll bring Grady back to the office, now you
just go home son."

I wasn't going to make the man tell me again. I climbed back into the car
and put it into gear. Of course it immediately stalled. After quickly
clearing the error and starting it, I was once again on my way. I entered
the cabin quietly, locking the door behind me. I walked back to Walker's
room. I could hear him snoring. Part of me wanted to let him sleep, but I
knew what the Sheriff wanted.

I climbed onto his bed and held him. He woke up as I began sobbing on his
chest. "What's wrong little guy. It can't be that bad. Did you get fired?"

He pulled me close as I told him the story. When I gave him the names of
the two dead corrections officers, he said shit. He knew them both. I told
him how Eric was handling the notification of one of them with our agencies
Chaplin. He told me he hadn't met the missing man. I also told him how the
Sheriff wanted me to brief him. He wiped the tears from my eyes and kissed
my forehead. Then his lips softly kissed their way to mine. These were not
passionate kisses they were just comforting ones.

I knew what was coming next. He grabbed his cell phone and called the
Sheriff. He was in speaker mode as he gathered his uniform. The Sheriff
called him in to shift 4 hours early. He was directed to assemble the rest
of the SWAT team. He wanted every abandoned building in the county swept
and cleared. The Sheriff's final words put a chill down my spine. "Take no
chances. If they offer even a little resistance, skip justice, just put
them down."

Walker took me down into the basement. Opening the gun locker he handed me
a pump action shotgun. "Chase, you keep this in arms reach. When I go out,
lock all the doors. If anyone tries to get in without a key, you shoot them
twice and call ME first." I nodded in acknowledgement. "Patrol and I'll
swing by during the night to sweep the neighborhood. Keep the door locked!"

He kissed me good night and ran out to his vehicle. The gravel flew as his
SUV screamed out of the driveway and down the road. Innocent blood had been
shed in his county. He was on a mission to make sure no more flowed.

I fell asleep in Walker's bed listening to the scanner through the night.
It was a restless sleep. I kept imagining the two dead bodies. What if it
had been Walker, Eric, Grady, or even Sheriff Daughtry. I wondered what was
happening to the missing corrections officer. There were more traffic stops
than normal. My heart was in my throat with each one. Eventually fatigue
won out and I collapsed, snuggling hard against one of Walker's pillows
inhaling his scent deeply.

* * * *
The next morning, I rose with the first light of dawn. I was determined to
arrive well before changeover. Although I was not sworn I wanted them to
know they could count on me. I needed them to know they could count on me.

I broadcast my unit number and 10-11 (On duty) 10-17 (en route) to station.
Both dispatch and Walker acknowledge the call. Walker however acknowledged
it through my bluetooth watch. I warned him there may be a little drool on
his pillow. I said I just felt safer in his room last night. He told me it
was no problem.

I made it all the way down to the intersection of Fairsprings Road and
North Highway 52 when the car stalled out. "Fuck!" I shouted. I made it a
whopping total of 2000 feet. "So much for the guys being able to count on
me. I couldn't even get out to the fucking highway." I muttered bitterly.
As I reopened the radio mike giving my unit number and "10-7 (out of
service at) Fairsprings Road and Highway 52, disabled vehicle." I could
imagine the roars of laughter in dispatch as I hit the hood release.

Instead the lapel mic barked out "Do you require assistance." I asked for 2
minutes to try to fix the anomaly myself. I thought to myself, better
wilted laurels the no laurels at all. Sure 'nuff in one minute and 30
seconds the car sputtered back to life.

I had my hand on the lapel mic as I reached up for the hood and slammed it
down. My thumb slipped over and pushed the orange distress button, when I
saw the man with the shotgun pointed at my chest. What happened next was
right out of the movies. Things slowed down to a surreal slow motion. I saw
the barrel of the weapon explode in my direction. I felt the impact of the
shotgun pellets against my vest as I fell backwards onto the highway.

What I didn't know was that Walker had the cellular phone programmed to
open a data channel if I ever hit the distress button on the radio or the
camera. What I did know was if either distress button had been pressed,
agency policy dictated the other unit would begin transmitting or
recording. I knew they were hearing every word, every sound. "I'm down, I'm
hit." I muttered praying the shooter would not hear. The pain was
excruciating. I focused all my attention on trying to play dead, I failed.

The short bald man ran to my side and exclaimed. "Fuck! Carl it's just a
kid!"

"Shit Dennis, the little fucker shouldn't have been driving a squad car.
The Sheriff shoulda just hanged a target on this tiny son of a bitch." I
realized the two men were the Boudreaux Brothers. They had just been
convicted of double homicide. The men had been on every single news
broadcast for the last month. I thought to myself, `I am so dead.' The only
thing these men hated worse than minorities were cops. In their eyes, sworn
or not, I was the latter.

Dennis Boudreaux reached down and touched my throat. "The little fucker
still alive! We got us another hostage." The men flipped me over on my
stomach and secured my hands behind my back with the handcuffs from the
spotlight handle in my cruiser. The cuffs bit into my skin as they tightly
ratcheted around my flesh. They use the nylon hobble cord to secure my
legs, fastening it to the hinged portion of the handcuffs, and my belt.

Dennis and Carl then threw me into the back of the cruiser. Then we roared
off north into the Francis Marion National Forest. I prayed that we would
remain in contact with the tower long enough for the guys to get a fix on
me. I have never been a spiritual man, I used to hate being drug to church
by my foster parents, but I mean to tell you I was praying now.

I decided to risk it I spoke to them. "You guys are the Boudreaux Brothers
right?" They laughed. "Guys just take the car, leave me on the side of the
road. I'm just a civilian, I'm doing this to make ends meet. Please don't
hurt me, just leave me on the side of the road. This deep in Francis Marion
it will take them hours to find me. By that time you could be In Jamestown,
Oceda, or maybe even Andrews."

Carl Boudreaux suddenly slammed his foot on the brakes and I was thrown
against the backs of the front seats. "The fucker is feeding them our
location." The doors to the backseat flew open and a fist made contact with
my face. I was out.

I woke sometime later, stripped naked in the back of the cruiser. We were
pulling up next to an abandoned farmhouse. The car was approached by
another man. I recognized him as well Alan Boudreaux. Based on what I
remembered from his rap sheet he was the oldest and meanest of the
brothers. All three of the men had been in and out of one correctional
institution or another all of their lives.

"Boys, what have you brought me here?"

"Alan we have to torch the cruiser and get the hell out of here. The other
dumb asses got caught. We barely made it away. We were lucky to stumble on
this little fucker. Nearest I can tell he's a wannabe piglet. The fucker
must have hit a panic button and opened the channel on the radio. He was
feeding them where he thought we were headed. That's when we cut his
clothes off, then ripped out and threw the radio's out of the car. Then we
headed straight here."

Alan Boudreaux spoke to his brothers, "A good call. Officer Stevens has
been helping me pass the time until you guys finally came back from dumping
the van. I was getting a little worried. I thought you guys might actually
be heading north to get away. Leaving me to take the fall alone for your
escape."

Dennis Boudreaux replied, "Never Alan! We dumped the body of the tweaker
who got shot during the break, like you told us to. Then we sunk the van in
the lake. We were driving back here. Then Dave and the co-ed raper got the
attention of the deputies by blowing a stop sign. Carl and I were able to
bail out of the back while they were on a curve. It look like the two of
them were just gunned down."

Carl chimed in, "When we got the squad car, we saw the kid here and thought
you might want to play with something pretty."

Alan Boudreaux grab my chin roughly pulling my face upward, "That was a
really good idea Carl. This pretty little thing doesn't even look like he's
been touched. Unlike CO Stevens, who let's just say he's a little loose for
my liking, NOW. Forget torching the car, park it in the garage, and pull
the battery cables. No sense drawing a big X where we've been. If they
think you guys are heading north that's where they'll put their resources.
Throw the new little pussy boy in the back of the SUV."

Carl picked me up and threw me into the back of the SUV, on top of the
naked, battered, and bound body of corrections officer Stevens. His face
and body were covered in bruises, his lip was split. There was also a trail
of blood, cum, and shit streaming down his legs from his ass. "You two boys
need a little privacy to get to know each other." The murderer sneered as
he threw a blanket over us. Then the three men climbed in the front and we
drove off.

In their haste to get the radio equipment out of the car, they left my
little Bluetooth watch on my body. The red glow of its face softly, glowing
under the blanket, told me it was recording on Vox. The color also told me
I was nowhere near my cell phone, or an open Wi-Fi source. Officer Stevens
identified himself as Chris. I weakly replied "Chase."

* * * *
The light flashed pale blue every so often as we passed a Wi-Fi source.
Sadly it never flashed green, the sign that it was transmitting its data
and location. I found myself praying each time that it would last longer.

Alan Boudreaux announced, "I scouted a place while I was setting up how to
spring you guys, where we could hide out. Just until things cooled off a
bit. We can even get to know the boys back there. Have us a bit of fun."
The light from my watch went solid blue. The SUV stopped and Alan directed
Dennis to go open the doors on the loading dock.

The sound of squeaking grating metal filled the air. When it stopped Alan
Boudreaux pulled into the building. The SUV's engine turned off and the
back doors opened. Then I saw a green glow reflecting on the inside of the
blanket. When the blanket was ripped off of Chris and I. The light
streaming into the vehicle blinded us. We blinked our eyes quickly trying
to adjust.

The younger Boudreaux's grabbed Chris and threw him onto a festering
mattress behind the SUV. I recognized where I was thanks to the training I
received from Grady. I yelled, "Chris, just go with it. We're totally
screwed, no one was going to look for us all the way in Cainhoy Landing.
Hell no one has been in the old bottling plant for five years."

Alan Boudreaux caressed my body. "You are smart boy. You may have just
saved that pigs life. For now." I was still hogtied and handcuffed. When
his finger made contact with my asshole my hips bucked forward violently.

He reached around and slammed his hand into my cock and balls pulling my
hips backwards. "Listen up fuck stick! You do not pull away from me. That
hole is mine now. Your whole body is mine now. My brothers is gonna to put
on a little show for you princess. Then you is gonna to show me how much
you appreciate it with those pretty lips. Now if you're thinking about
biting anything, I want you to think again."

He told his brother Dennis to show me what was done to him on his first
night in juvenile hall. The man removed his fake teeth from his mouth
showing a wide gummy smile. "The boys wanted to have a little fun with
Dennis. He tried to bite and they took his teeth out with a baseball bat. I
think we can find something to make that happen here. When I get hard,
you're going to wrap your lips around my cock and make me feel good or I'm
going to knock your teeth out. One way or the other your mouth and ass is
gonna make my cock feel good boy."

I begged him please don't. He continued caressing my ass. He whispered in
my ear, "Whether I take you hard or gentle, is entirely up to you boy. I
don't want to take you like I took that pig over there. Or how my brothers
is about to take him again." The sandy blonde Chris was struggling to
remain on all fours. On Cue Carl Boudreaux drove his entire shaft balls
deep into Chris's bowels. His jade green eyes slammed shut in agony. He let
out a blood-curdling scream, which chilled my soul.

I begged, "Please not like this. I don't want to lose it this way."

I hissed as Alan violently shoved his finger into my ass, "Baby, you is a
virgin? Don't worry, you won't be for long!" As Dennis Boudreaux drove his
cock into Chris's throat I could feel Alan becoming excited. His cock began
to swell against the side of my head. "Is you ready bitch? I sure as hell
is!" With that he grabbed my head and ground his cock against my lips.
"Open up bitch, or so help me I'll bust every single one of your purdy
teeth out and I'll take you the hard way. Easy or hard, is all up to you."

I parted my lips and granted his cock entrance. His precum tasted truly
foul. I knew better than to recoil from the taste. While this man had never
been convicted of murder, the apparent sadistic side of his nature on
display told me if he had not done it yet, he could very efficiently.

He was shoving my head down upon the spongy flesh of his cock so hard that
I gagged. He allowed me only a moment to recover when he did it again and
again. After many minutes of desperate suckin, I could feel his cock
twitching in my mouth. He shoved my head down upon his shaft again and my
gag reflex triggered, I vomited all over his lap.

I begged his forgiveness that I didn't have control over it. He jumped out
of the bed of the SUV and beat my face again. I heard a crunch and
everything went dark.

When I awoke my right eye was swollen and limbs ached. I was being
stretched. There was incredible pressure on my chest and stomach. Suddenly
I realized I was tied face down to a narrow table. My legs were spread and
tied to the legs of the table. The handcuffs had been re-positioned in
front of me. My head flopped over the side of the table. I saw a broom
handle or rod had been shoved between the legs of the table and the cuffs.
I could also see a green glow from my wrist.

Alan spoke menacingly, "Well little boy we tried to do this gentle. You
wouldn't cooperate, so now we will teach you the other way."

I knew help was on the way, I had to stall. "Please Sir! I've never done
that before. I couldn't stop it. I didn't mean to throw up on you sir.
Please Mr. Boudreaux, give me another chance. I'm so sorry it was just too
big. Don't hurt me again."

I looked over at Chris the two younger Boudreaux Brothers switched
positions and he was now lying on his back. Alan Boudreaux shoved two
fingers forcefully in my ass, all the way up to the hilt. I knew this to
him was being gentle. I just couldn't wrap my head around how I would
handle the pain of his cock's entry, if I could not handle his fingers.

The older Boudreaux knelt behind me and drove his tongue into my ass. He
would remove his tongue long enough to drive his spit into my hole with his
fingers. Every so often he would twist them around. It felt like electric
shocks when he made contact with my prostate. By the time he got the third
finger into my ass, I was becoming accustomed to their presence physically.
Mentally was a far different story.

I could feel his fingers withdraw for my hole and he walked to some greasy
hoist chains dangling to my left. He drug a finger through the goo removing
a healthy dollop. I felt his fingers work the goo into my hole. I also knew
he was now standing and what was coming. He rested the head of his cock in
the industrial lubricant now covering my asshole.

>From his perspective the grease was his idea of taking me easily. From my
perspective it felt like he was shoving a burning hot spear into my ass. I
shouted with the pain as my flesh tore. It excited him and he thrust in to
the hilt causing me to shriek so loud that I couldn't make a sound. The
sight was enough that Carl pulled out of Chris's mouth.

When Carl approached the side of the table where my head was hanging. I
heard the elder brother chastise him, "You get seconds ONLY when I'm done!
This one is mine and I have yet to receive proper enjoyment from his
mouth." He continued to slam fuck my ass. It felt like it was on fire.
After minutes of fucking me, I was overcome by shame. While the pain was
still there, I also felt a strange pleasure.

I found myself perversely grateful that Chris was there before me. Clearly
Alan Boudreaux had used his ass so often, he was having difficulty
maintaining control of his erection. By the time he got to me, his orgasms
came quickly. I was surprised however by his recuperative power, and how
often he could get an erection back. In a few deep strokes I felt the
warmth of his seed turning my ass into his personal cum drop.

My cock spasmed and shot thick ropes of cum onto the floor. He collapsed
across my back and whispered in my ear. "I knew you would like it bitch. I
may just strap your ass to my hog, and use you as my permanent bitch.
Assuming you behave till we head out."

He rose off me and the table and walked around to my head. He pulled my
head up until my eyes made contact with his. "Carl if you want, to use my
little sluts hole, go right ahead. In exchange you're going to make sure
this bitch doesn't bite my cock off." He produced a filleting knife and
handed it to his brother. After showing me the blade he said, "If he bites,
if he does anything I don't like, you stick the piglet."

With that Carl shoved his rod up my ass as well. Alan laughed then told me
to open my mouth and curl my lips over my teeth. He pushed his cock into my
mouth. I could taste the grease, blood, shit, and cum on his shaft, it was
revolting. I don't know whether it was the taste that was revolting, or
just the fact that it came from my ass and it's now in my throat. More
likely was the fact that I didn't have any say in the matter.

Carl decided to take his time and enjoy my flesh. Pulling his cock almost
out of my ass only to drive it back in to the hilt. The whole time thanking
Alan for the use of his "girl friend" or "cum slut."

The two men developed a rhythm as they thrust into my body. The three men
were shouting in pleasure about what they were enjoying about Chris and my
body's. The look of shame and pity coming off of Chris's face made me feel
even worse. Dennis and Carl howled in delight at almost the same time. I
felt Carl's hot seed painting the inside of my ass, mixing with Alan's
spent load. He praised me as a pretty little slut, as he held his cock firm
inside of me.

Alan Boudreaux dumped his load deep into my throat and let his cock slip
from my lips. He then ordered his brother Dennis to shoot the pig and get
ready to go. As Dennis drew the pistol from the pocket of his prison
jumpsuit, I begged him to spare the other man's life. "Please! I will obey
you without hesitation! You won't even have to hit me, I will just obey.
I'll suck or fuck whoever you tell me to. Please don't kill him..."

Alan held up a hand and Dennis's finger came up off the trigger and the gun
hand dropped back to his side. Alan rested his still semi hard cock against
my lips and I drew it into my mouth slowly licking and sucking it clean as
he spoke. "That's my good little bitch. I have heard you pleading. What you
don't understand is this. You two were mine to do with as I pleased as soon
as I took you. As far as not hitting you, I like a little fight in my
bitches."

He hollered, "Dennis, kill the PIG!" That's when I heard the doors open. I
heard two gunshots and felt a sharp pain in my right side. I felt something
rush between my legs. The tan and black missile latched hold of Alan's
scrotum and testicles, tearing the delicate sack. Blood sprayed across my
face as the big man dropped.

The lifeless body of Dennis Boudreaux collapsed upon Corrections Officer
Stevens. Carl collapsed in a heap behind me on the floor. Alan Boudreaux
was desperately trying to hold on to what little manhood Rocco left him. He
was begging for mercy.

I felt a giddy warm sensation as Walker hollered, "Fuck! Eric, he's been
stabbed!" With that, my vision faded to black again.

* * * *
--Back the clock up to the moment Chase slammed the hood of his vehicle,
and change the point of view to Walker--

For a split-second we sat there in stunned silence in the briefing room.
Listening to the sound of the distress tones followed by the gun blast. We
were praying to hear his voice. For a moment we were happy when we heard
him announce, "I'm down, I'm hit." He was talking, that meant he was still
alive. That gave us room to work. Eric and I ran for our cruisers then sped
off running code, north out of the city.

When we had reached Fairsprings Road and Highway 52. Chase and the car were
gone. Eric and I broke into a search grid, desperately looking for Chase's
car. Per protocol we switched our car radios to the tactical channel. At
the same time we monitored Chase's frequency with our portables. My heart
broke with each clue he was giving us. He identified his attackers and
eventually their direction of travel. I realized how much danger he was
putting himself in.

The Sheriff called me on my cell, and told me to return to station. I told
him, "No. You can suspend me when this is over. Chase is my responsibility,
please sir don't take me off the road now." Then the clues ended as I heard
the sound of Chase getting beaten. I listened helplessly as I heard the
sounds of ripping fabric, and the thunk of a radio mic hitting the
pavement. Then the sound of a car driving off. Dispatch announced that the
locator from the GPS was stationary. . . video contact lost.

Eric found Chase's radio and shredded clothing on Highway 54, near the
northern county line. The Sheriff issued a Statewide bolo (be on the
lookout) for the vehicle and its civilian occupant. Eric and I returned to
the station. He carried in the evidence bags containing the remnants of
Chase's uniform and his gear. Every 20 minutes or so the screen on his
tablet would glow as his watch attempted to make contact with it on what we
assumed were open Wi-Fi routers their vehicle was passing.

Jacob in IT announced, "They have to be on the east side of the county!" He
explained "It is the only place without much development, anywhere else the
watch would be connecting, unless he is..." His eyes met mine, he knew to
stop. Jacob synced Chase's tablet to everyone's MDT. We were all on the
same page. We just needed a target.

Four of the longest hours of my life passed. Suddenly a tiny voice broke
over everyone's MDT's. It was Chase, "Chris, just go with it. We're totally
screwed, no one was going to look for us all the way in Cainhoy Landing.
Hell no one has been in the old bottling plant for five years."

I thought `good boy' and prayed he would now shut up so the brother's
wouldn't catch on. The blue dot on my screen hovered over the site. We were
the nearest units but still 30 minutes away running code. We had to listen
to the men being assaulted the entire time we responded.

* * * *
We quickly staged in the Café parking lot that relayed Chase's watch
signal. When we heard him pleading for CO Steven's life, we knew we were
out of time. The small SWAT team was on its own. We entered in a tight four
man sweep. We knew the men were armed, we knew they had hostages, and had
already killed. When we entered it became a flurry of action.

One man had a knife pressed against Chase's back, between his lower ribs.
The man fucking CO Stevens was brandishing a hand gun. Two shots rang out
and the men dropped. Martin and Tony didn't have a good shot at the third
man. My weapon jammed.

Eric released Rocco. He swept through the legs of the table an latched on
to the only thing at nose level, the suspect's scrotum. I could see a cloud
of misting blood spray up from the suspect's groin as the K-9 severed the
man's testicles from his body. Rocco realized he lost his grip and went in
for a second and third bite. Eric issued the release command and Tony threw
hand cuffs on the surviving suspect.

I rushed to Chase's side and saw the knife sticking out of his back between
his lower ribs. "Fuck! Eric, he's been stabbed!" I shouted and Chase closed
his eyes. I fought the urge to remove the weapon. I knew it was at least
plugging the hole. I bandaged him the best I could while Eric cut him loose
and released the cuffs.

Tony swept the scene for more suspects, and located scrap wood that could
be used as a litter for Chase. I knew with the dark blood that was flowing
he didn't have long, an organ had been hit. There wasn't time to pre-stage
EMS before we entered. The only way he would survive was if we transported
him, NOW. Deputy Martin Nadali grabbed a disposable blanket from my cruiser
and we wrapped Chase in it to preserve biologic evidence. Martin drove as I
cared for Chase.

The Hospital ED sprung to life when we entered. I performed patient
transfer and told the doctors of the sexual assault and as much
biographical and medical data as possible, including Chase's severe latex
allergy. I knew with his blood type things were going to get more
difficult. Eric arrived at the hospital and took point on the case and
physical evidence collection, I was too close.

I called back to the office and had Cindy fill in the blanks. Cindy faxed
the data to the hospital. She told me the Sheriff was two minutes out.
Deputy Tony Wrungle rode in the ambulance with Boudreaux. I was pissed they
took him here. I had a perverse sense of glee when the doc's reported not
only were his testicles missing, he would likely be impotent due to Rocco's
attack.

Stevens was in the next ambulance. Moments later, the Sheriff entered the
hall as the trauma surgeon told me Chase named me as his next of kin and
health care proxy. I went numb and collapsed into the chair as she read of
his injuries.

"Mr. Jeffers has massive contusions over much of his body, a concussion,
multiple lacerations, a fractured right orbital socket caused by physical
impact, two broken ribs and impact damage due to gunshot absorbed by his
vest, traumatic rectal hematoma requiring surgical correction, massive
puncture and impact damage to his right kidney resulting in partial renal
failure. Deputy he has a long road ahead of him, but he is young and
strong."

The doctor continued with her report, resting her hand on my shoulder. "We
have turned over the physical evidence of the rape to Deputy Gonzalez. We
have cleaned up the biologics, and foreign matter the suspects left behind
inside him. We have also administered routine empiric prophylaxis for STDs,
and the surgical suite is being prepared. We have two surgical teams ready
to go. One to repair the physical trauma left behind, and one to try to
stabilize the kidney."

At some point she wandered away. Sheriff Daughtry approached, I turned my
eyes up to him. I knew what was going to happen I willfully disobeyed his
orders. I reflexively handed the man my badge, creds, and service weapon.

"Skip, I have one good man fighting for his life. Please don't make me lose
one of my best deputies as well. As far as disobeying my order, 30 day
suspension, with pay. Take care of Chase."

* * * *
--Change point of view back to Chase --

Walker has been by my side 24/7 for over four weeks. Cindy has brought him
clean clothes daily and he's been bathing in the sink. Cindy has been
great, she and the wives arranged transplant drives trying to find me a
replacement organ.

Cindy entered the room, "knock knock you two." Like she was interrupting
us. She dropped a couple envelopes into Walker's lap. "You got mail." He
quickly read them and handed them to me. Cindy then gave him a change of
clothes. He went into the bathroom for a sink bath.

She hugged and smiled at me, "I do think he wants you to read those." The
first was the state's official shooting and use of force report about the
actions used in my rescue. It cleared the members of the team, even Rocco.

There was a letter from the Harbour Vista Inn as well, "To Deputy Justice
we regret that you had to cancel your recent stay with us. Sheriff Daughtry
was kind enough to explain your situation. Please accept this refund of
your deposit and offer for a weekend stay for you and your partner in one
of our suites. We in the Harbour Vista family wish your partner a speedy
recovery and look forward to your stay in the future." The letter had a
tiny gay friendly business logo in the bottom right corner.

Cindy gave me another hug and told me she had another tissue typing event
to do. That woman was focusing all of her free time on keeping me alive. I
was grateful today was Tuesday. I only had dialysis on Monday, Wednesday,
and Friday. The doctor was talking about releasing me today.

My dialysis treatments could be done through the local hospital on an
outpatient basis. At least until my body became too toxic. I was not
looking forward to the endstage. It would be a miracle beyond biblical
perspective for the surviving kidney to regenerate. If a donor can't be
found soon the next thing I'll be measured for is a pine box. No one told
me that up front but I knew.

There was a knock at the door. Corrections Officer Stevens, a beautiful
woman with long raven black hair, and a little girl into the room. "Chase,
I wanted to introduce you to my wife Belinda and my baby girl Sarah. Girls
this is the guy who kept me alive." Chris fist-bumped me. Belinda hugged my
neck and held my hand. Little Sarah kissed my cheek and gave me a bundle of
carnations.

"Chris, I'd say we kept each other going. As far as the guy responsible for
saving our lives that would be that man right there. Dixon County Deputy
Walker Justice and his team." I saw the look in Chris's eyes. I knew he
wanted to go further. "Belinda could you take Miss Sarah down to the
nurse's station and see if they can find a vase of water for these
beautiful flowers please." With that the girls left.

"Chase take a little of the hero-worship that you earned. Walker and I have
a badge and a gun to hide behind. You put yourself at risk, you talked the
rescue team to us. It was clear, if they had escaped the Boudreaux Brothers
may have taken you with them as a plaything. But, there was no way I was
getting out of that warehouse alive."

I blushed as he continued, "Your Sheriff is offered me a job. Belinda's
supporting my choice. I just can't work corrections anymore. I want to be
the guy to put the guilty in prison, not just guard them."

The women in his life returned. Both kissed on me and thanked me again. We
talked for 30 minutes till the administration team arrived with my
discharge paperwork.

* * * *
As good as his word the doctor did spring me early in the afternoon. I had
a 8 am appointment the next morning for my first four hour outpatient
dialysis treatment. The Sheriff arranged a police escort from the hospital
home.

The escort peeled off as we pulled into the drive. Walker was carrying the
over protectiveness a little too far as he swept me up off my feet and
carried me over the threshold into the cabin. He was about to carry me into
my room when I tapped his shoulder. "Walker, can we make your room, OUR
room?"

He kissed my lips and entered the master bedroom. He gently laid me down on
the side of the bed closest to the bathroom door. I wasn't expecting him to
give up his side of the bed, but it did make sense. He knew when nature
called there was a sudden urgency about it these days.

While in the hospital Walker would occasionally climb up in the bed with
me. The hospital staff had issue with it, until I asked the doctor "Is it
going to make me any sicker?" She looked at the all too rare smile Walker
put on my face, and relented.

Walker climbed onto the bed next to me. He wrapped his mighty oak-like arms
around me and pulled me to his chest. I felt every one of his muscles
ripple as it made contact with my body. I started to rub and suck on his
chest through his tank top. He grabbed my hands and asked, "Are you sure?
Are you really ready?"

I answered him yes to both questions. Then I had a question, "Are you
ready?" I saw the bottle of lube sitting on his nightstand and the lack of
condoms. "Do you have ru-rubbers?" I never thought I would see the day when
I would say that without blushing.

He replied, "Chase I love you, and I want to feel you bare."

"Walker, I know you're clean. We won't know I'm clean for another 5 months.
I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I got you sick." It was unlikely
they gave me anything. The compulsory blood tests on the three men came
back negative. The sad truth is a lot of these bugs can remain dormant.

I continued, "I had a good long talk with the doc... Here are MY rules till
the final blood tests comes in:
- If I enter you oral or anal, my cock WILL be wrapped. NO discussion, NO
debate. Until PROVEN otherwise, I am NOT clean.
- You can cum in my mouth. Doc said to date there are no reports of anyone
receiving HIV from receiving head. While I would prefer you wait on
entering me bare anywhere, I will play the odds if you wish.
- Rimming requires a barrier.
- When your cock enters my ass, It will be wrapped.

If these are not acceptable conditions, we will wait until I am pronounced
clean. I will NOT risk your life for any amount of pleasure. Are you okay
with these rules?"

He knew he was not going to win this argument. "I have to go get some food
for the house anyway. You take a nap and I'll be right back." He kissed my
forehead and went on about his errand. The doctor gave us a list of foods
that were on the do not eat list.

The sad truth was they were foods that both Walker and I loved. The
nephrologist wanted to extend the life out of this kidney as long as
possible. He was still hoping for regeneration. I knew the odds as well as
he did, and I never did believe in winning the lottery. Walker was giving
up so much to be with me. I felt guilty about insisting on the condoms, but
the man shouldn't have to give up his life to be with me, especially since
my life may be so short.

I wanted to be ready the moment he returned to me. I showered and found a
very floral scented soap. Very unusual to find in a hardcore jocks bathroom
I thought. I figured he had prepared for me. I figured if this is how he
wanted me to smell, who am I to judge.

The air conditioning was blasting and I was freezing my ass off. The doctor
said the cold temperature would help with my recovery, I think Walker was
giving in to a little overkill again. I opened his closet hoping to find a
bathrobe, or one of his long dress shirts to curl up in until he returned.
On the far right side of his closet I saw a collection of lacey lingerie on
padded hangers inside a clear plastic garment bag.

I held a white satin robe with floral embroidery up against my body. It
looked like a perfect fit. Was this how he saw me? I looked in the mirror.
What the fuck was I doing, I'm a guy... Apparently I'm a guy who looks
pretty fucking hot and women's clothes. If this is how Walker saw me, this
is how he would have me. This was OUR first time together, I wanted his
fantasy to be as perfect as possible too.

My alarm for meds went off. I took them with my shot glass sized allotment
of water. They reduced my water intake to just the essentials.
Unfortunately I hadn't eaten a lot today, so my pain meds went right to my
head. I fell asleep counting the moments for him to rejoin me.

* * * *
"What the fuck!" I woke instantly on those three words. "Chase where the
hell did you get that get up?" I told him how I found the sexy clothes in
his closet, and assumed he wanted to see me in them. "Oh buddy I'm sorry.
That stuff belongs, belonged, to my mom. I didn't have the heart to get rid
of it."

My head dropped as I stood and started reaching to remove the garment. He
saw the shamed look on my face and wrapped his arms around me. "Stop, look
at me." He pulled my chin up so that his eyes were looking into mine. "You
really did this for me?" I could only nod yes. "You look so beautiful. I
totally don't deserve you." One of his hands slid down the silky fabric to
my ass, while the other pulled my lips to his.

He laid me down upon the bed propped up with some pillows. "You wait right
here, I have to run and grab some stuff I got. I'm not quite ready." I
opened the little robe and let it drape to my sides. When he walked back
into the bedroom he almost dropped the brown bag. "Damn you look hot!"

He maintained a death grip on the brown bag as he walked over to his side
of the bed and set it down. He took the bottle of water based lube and
threw it in the trash. He slowly removed his clothing for me. When he
removed his underwear, I gasped when I saw the size of his trouser snake. I
knew Walker was big, but never thought I would see anything larger than
Alan Boudreaux.

He laid down on the bed next to me and pulled my face to his seeing the
concern on my face. "I know I'm big. I will never hurt you. I'm going to
give you a safe word. If at any time you want me to stop, all you have to
do is say that word. Are you ready to hear the special word?" I shook my
head up and down. "The word is stop."

I laughed at his simple safe word as he continued, "Eventually we will be
able to make love like this, face to face. For now I recommend I take you
from behind. Just until we get used to each other's size." He saw the look
of panic on my face as I remembered how Boudreaux forced his way into me
from behind. Walker kissed my lips and pressed his tongue into my mouth.

Our lips parted and I asked the question "Is there any way you can just do
it this way? I really don't want to be taken from behind again. I'm not
sure whether I can ever be in that position. I am willing to endure a
degree of discomfort to avoid comparison. This is OUR first time, I want it
perfect. Perfect is you and I, I don't want them in my head, not even for a
second. I want my head and body filled with nothing but you. Does that
sound stupid?"

He cradled my face in his hands and kissed me again. "Chase, it doesn't
sound stupid. Anything you want babe, you just name it, I'll make it
happen." He kissed me and rolled over grabbing the bag. He pulled out each
item explaining their importance. "I stopped at the pharmacy. They didn't
have what you needed. The pharmacist Jake told me a better place to go and
what to get. It was a bit embarrassing to go into the Adult Book Store, but
you are worth it."

He blushed a bit and continued. "These are for me..." I saw the bold letters
latex free. "I know you have a latex sensitivity, these are safe for you.
This specific type is for those of us who have a bit, uhmmm... more down
there."

He held up a bottle of lube. "This is silicone based and won't be absorbed
into our bodies like water based lubes can reducing the chance of friction
tearing the condom. It also won't break down the condoms like oil based
lubes can. I know how much you want safety. For your piece of mind, I will
wrap it whenever or wherever I enter you."

I smiled and kissed him but he still wasn't done. He pulled out another
box, "These are latex free dental dams because I am looking forward to
playing with your beautiful ass." Then he pulled out a different size of
latex free condoms. "These are for you. Chase, cuz I want your whole body.
You will never be just a cum dump to me hon."

His body covered mine and he kissed me again. My lips slowly parted,
begging for his tongue to wrestle mine. It was electric as his cock ground
against mine. I noticed he was uncut. I had never seen an uncircumcised
cock before. It looked kind of like one of those sea worms I had seen in a
high school biology video. With its size I suddenly understood the tentacle
monsters in the Japanese anime better.

I opened the package for his condom, and started to roll it down his shaft.
It was the first time my hand touched another man's cock. It was
surprisingly squishy. In 9th grade health class we had to learn how to
apply a condom to a banana. This was no banana. This was going to be a long
5 months until I could actually taste him.

Walker laid there grinning from ear-to-ear. He said he loved the look of
awe that was on my face as I pulled his now rock-hard tool. The phrase kid
at Christmas comes to mind as my lips parted and I wrapped his cock with my
mouth. A soft groan came from Walker. I pulled off asking if I did it
wrong? He put his hand on the back of my head guiding it back to my task.
"You did it just right."

I slid my mouth up and down his thick tool feeling every vein on his
throbbing cock. I started moaning uncontrollably as I stroked his inner
thighs while I continue to suck his cock. Both of his hands wrapped around
the back of my head not force, they just rested there rubbing my head and
neck. He wanted me to know he was enjoying it.

My mouth continue to suck and slide along his shaft. My hands began
exploring the muscled surface of his body. The deep crevices where the
muscle groups met were like clefts on a cliff. Handholds and which to climb
this tower of passion. I felt his cock twitch and then he let out a low
groan as the reservoir tip of his condom filled with his thick fluid. Oh
how I wanted to taste him. I removed his condom and knotted it throwing it
in the trash can next to the bed. Then I grabbed the hand cloth and cleaned
his shaft.

He asked me to kneel in front of him. When I did, he removed the short robe
from my shoulders. "Chase, I want to see you... all of you." He tossed his
mother's robe into the corner of the room. His strong hands caressed my
skin, from the nape of my neck to my waist.

"The guys in your class were idiots for not wanting you." He said with a
lusty smirk.

I blushed and replied, "I was saving myself for you. I wasn't looking for
anyone else. The good thing about tutoring Nelson Jackson, and the football
team is that you end up with a lot of overprotective big brothers. Even
still the guys in school were just boys. You have always been my ideal of
what a real man is."

My hands rubbed across his fuzzy blonde chest. Each of his pecs filled one
of my hands. They were huge. It was magnificent unlike his movie superhero
namesake, his body was real, not just a aging actor in a padded suit and
fake nipples.

He pushed me over onto my back and begin kissing me sticking his tongue
into my mouth. Mine slid under his and along his lower teeth. Eventually
his lips broke contact with mine as he continue to kiss along my jawline to
my earlobe and down my neck. He was kissing and sucking his way down my
sternum, playing with each of my nipples in turn softly biting them. He
kissed his way down my tummy. Shoving his tongue into my belly button hole.
I was grateful to have a deep innie.

He opened a condom packet and put the synthetic rubber sheath in his mouth.
I'm not sure if he was showing off, but it was kind of cool as he unrolled
the condom directly onto my cock using his lips and teeth. It was a little
embarrassing that he could take my 5" all the way to the root without any
perceived effort. But I was pleased with the fact that he was treating me
like a real man. Not a damaged little boy. He had me lift and spread my
legs.

He reached for the bottle of lube not removing his lips from my cock even
once. He applied a little to the middle and ring fingers of his right hand.
Slowly he caressed the orifice I so wanted him in. His suction intensified
as the middle then ring finger slid into my anus. My hands had trouble
gripping the backs of my thighs as his fingers made contact and danced to
cross my prostate. It didn't take long for him to widen my hole to handle
his index finger as well.

While serving his suspension he grew the most beautiful beard. He looked
like a Nordic god. His yellow hair and chin fur, set off and framed his
lovely brown eyes. He continued stretching my hole as he slid his full lips
up and down on my cock. He looked up occasionally looking for signs of
discomfort on my face. All he saw was a look of absolute rapture.

He grabbed one of the dental dams and spread it over my hole. He started
rubbing his tongue on the other side. Teasing the gentle folds of flesh
that where my asshole. I could feel the synthetic rubber wrap his tongue as
he penetrated into my snug hole. It felt okay it just didn't feel right. "I
hope you didn't spend a lot on the dams. It will probably feel better when
your tongue can really enter me." He returned to caressing my body and
shoving fingers into my bottom. Stretching them and twisting them inside my
snug hole.

After a good 20 minutes of preparation, teasing, and gentle foreplay, he
thought I was ready. His hands gently cupped my bottom. He knelt in front
of me and slowly slid his hands down my shapely thighs, grabbing just
behind my knees. He tugged my legs upward, telling me to rest my legs on
his shoulders. He reached down and grabbed one of the large condoms from
the box. Then slowly rolled it over his shaft. Grabbing the lube he made
sure it was thoroughly prepared for me as well.

After making sure his member was fully engorged and ready to go. He pressed
the fat tip against the entrance to my ass. I deeply sucked in air as his
fat cock head breached my anal ring. I must have had a momentary flash of
pain on my face, because he stopped immediately so that I could get used to
his girth. I quickly became accustomed to the size and begged him to
continue. Slowly inch by inch he pressed on with his assault on my anus.

In addition to the transitory flash pain there were pangs of guilt, regret,
and incredible loss in my mind. I tried to shove them aside and focus
solely on Walker. This was the man who loved me. I don't know why, but he
still wanted me. Even with all my damage, he wanted me. I was roused from
my moment of self-pity by his words, "Chase where are you? You kinda
checked out for a moment." He stopped his actions and held my face in his
right hand.

I felt his pubic bush's contact on my bottom. I knew he was fully inside
me. I knew I should have been overjoyed, I'd been waiting for this for so
long. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I said, "I'm sorry Walker... You've
been so great. I just wish you were my first. I wish I fought harder..."
The big man's eyes teared up, as he dropped to his elbows on top of me, his
cock still deep inside of me...

He kissed me softly on my lips and pulled back. "Chase, I am your first. I
am the first man you chose to take to your bed. I am the luckiest man on
earth. That being said little guy if you want to stop we can stop. Until
you're ready."

My hands shot up to the beautifully ripped muscles of his chest. "Please
don't stop, I'm just being stupid. There are no perfect stories, but you
are perfect to me. I am so ready, and I am so sorry for ruining the
moment." He kissed me again.

"Hon, the moment is not damaged. I am so incredibly blessed to have you
Chase." He kissed my wrist then he rose up off of me, resting the backs of
my knees in the notch of his elbows. He smiled down and simply asked,
"Ready?" I wiped the tears away smiling I nodded yes. Then he slowly began
to undulate his hips, slowly sliding his long shaft in and out of me. There
was no comparison anymore. What happened in the bottling plant was a crime,
this was the two of us in love.

Our bodies began to glisten with a fine sheen of sweat. As we worked
towards our mutual orgasm. I curled my back upward pulling my face into his
sweat dampened chest fur. I started nibbling at and suckling on his salty
nipples. He started gasping for air and I knew he was close. The look of
rapture on his face was magnificent as his condom was filled with his
essence. Very shortly after that the condom that still wrapped my cock was
also filled.

I wrapped my legs around his waist begging for him to stay inside of me for
a little longer. Secretly hoping his cock would remain hard and that there
might be a second session. He gently removed the loaded condom from my
cock. He knotted it and threw it into the trash. Grabbing my hand towel he
gently cleaned the remnant from my shaft and kissed my forehead.

All good things do come to an end. His cock did soften and slid out of my
ass. When he took the condom off a bit of his cum dribbled down from his
cock onto my tummy. I was a man possessed my finger traced through the pool
and scooped up a bit. As he knotted the condom and chucked it in the trash
can, I pressed the cum laden finger into my lips. Oh how I was now looking
forward to getting it straight from the source.

* * * *
--Two weeks later change perspective to Walker--

Chase had another restless night, the poor guy is having nightmares. This
morning he woke up covered in sweat, screaming for Chris. I can only
imagine that he was reliving the hell that was the warehouse. I've tried to
push him for more details. He won't share, I figure he'll open up when he's
ready. There was another guy in that warehouse I can talk to. I need to
know that Chase is going to be okay.

He woke up for a brief period of time and then snuggled into my chest
falling back asleep. When my alarm went off I went out to the kitchen and
made a little breakfast for the two of us. If I keep eating his diet plan,
one of us is going to starve to death. I feel guilty that I'm stopping off
at the bakery on the way into work, just to get enough calories to carry me
through the shift. Still, I need him to know he's not in this alone.

I do like that he is becoming more assertive in bed. Hell we are fucking
like rabbits this week. He finally let me fuck him doggy style. I just
don't know if it is me he is fucking or just trying to keep away the demons.

He is putting on a brave face, even going back to college. In light of his
fragile health they did let him reduce his course load without penalty. In
spite of his outward courage, I can see him losing hope. The four hour
dialysis sessions are starting to wear him out. His pigment is changing
he's becoming a little more jaundice, and the effects of the treatments
aren't lasting as long. I am so afraid I'm going to lose him. I shouldn't
have waited as long as I did to change the nature of our relationship.

Deputy Stevens would starting his final phase of field training with me
today. This would give to give me 12 hours a day to try to find out what
the hell happened. I had to be careful like Chase, Chris was a victim as
well. It's kind of hard to tread lightly when my heart's breaking for my
boy.

* * * *

Chris met me for morning briefing pushing his hand in mine. This guy was
nothing but sunshine. He was clearly dealing with the effects a lot better.
Chris smiled and said, "Good morning boss ready to hit the road?"

With that we went out and hit the cruiser. He did the 360 ° safety check to
make sure the vehicle is safe and ready for the road. My job for the next
two weeks was to make sure the previous officers did their job training
him. Chris was in the driver's seat. That gave me time to ask questions and
talk. As much as I wanted to talk, Chris was the first to bring it up.
"How's Chase doing?"

I told him Chase's health was deteriorating and the nightmares that he was
now experiencing. "Yeah I kind of expected that. A rough thing to process
for someone so young." He jotted a phone number down on a slip of paper.
"My wife is a therapist. Her specialty is victims of sexual trauma. She's
been worried about the kid too. She can probably recommend a good counselor
for him. Boss how are you dealing with it?"

"Chris, I'm not the guy with two dead kidneys. I'm not the guy who was
raped, stabbed, and beaten."

"No Skip, you're just the guy who's taking care of the guy with two dead
kidneys, who was raped, and brutalized. The same damaged guy who's going to
have to testify in court against the guy who raped him, and brutalized him,
and left him with no kidney. Chase is dealing with a lot. That means by
proxy you are dealing with a lot."

"Well, if we can't find a match for the kidney. Chase may not be around to
testify. The rat bastard Boudreaux's attorney keeps delaying the preceding.
I think he's actually secretly hoping Chase dies." I let anger get the best
of me and I asked, "Can you keep this between us?" Chris nodded his head
yes. "It really pisses me off, that my gun jammed. I should have ended that
son-of-a-bitch. I have tried so hard to get Chase to talk to the crisis
counselor. He just sits there begging me to let him handle it his way. God
it's killing me to see him hurt."

Chris replied, "Boss please don't take this the wrong way, you really do
need to talk to someone. You need to channel that anger."

I tried to laugh it off, "I thought you said your wife was the shrink?"

"Well after 7 years of marriage, it kind of rubs off on you. We are sending
Sarah to Belinda's folks this weekend. We would love to host you and Chase
for dinner. Maybe the divine Miss B can drag him out of his shell."

"That sounds like a really good idea, I'll try to get him to go along with
it. I take it I shouldn't tell him what Belinda does for living?"

"Oh hell no Skip, this is one of those times when it's better to beg
forgiveness than ask permission. Let's work on being friends first. There's
no way Miss B will take him on as a patient, but she might be able to
direct him to a good therapist."

Later in the shift Belinda joined Chris and I on a meal break. She
recommended we stay Friday night and Saturday. "The goal is to make him
think therapy is his decision. Because ultimately it is. This might take
some time." Chris excused himself to the head.

While Chris was in the bathroom, I told her that Chase came back from
dialysis truly wiped and Friday might not be the best day. "Walker that
would be the best time, his guard will be down. First we have to build the
trust relationship. I doubt my Chris screwed up the courage to tell you
he's been having nightmares too? My sweetie has been waking up screaming
Chase's name. It's a shared trauma they both need help. Perhaps their
healing journey should start together as well."

Chris was driving back to the station so I could do the end of day report
when Chris finally spoke. "Walker, I've been holding back on you. It was
rough in the farmhouse, it was really rough. I had just found a way to
slash my wrists and bleed out in the back of the SUV, when they threw this
angel, a lifeline in on top of me."

A single tear rolled down his cheek as he continued, "He was fairly well
out of it from the beating he had just received. I could feel how fast his
heartbeat was when our chests made contact. Even with all that fear he
still projected an air of calm. All we did was exchanged names and he gave
me such a sense of peace.

We were hog tied and sliding all over the back-back of the SUV, he managed
to find a corner and wedged himself in. His head nuzzled into my chest. I
got one of the most intense sensual feelings I have ever experienced. I
know that sounds weird, but it was a weird situation. I found myself hoping
they would let us play with each other. I love Miss B with all my heart,
but at that moment I just wanted to be with Chase.

That stupid disco watch of his was lighting up underneath the blanket. It
allowed me to examine his body. Shit t-the fantasies I was having... Walker
I'm sorry I shouldn't have gone there. He's your boyfriend."

I rubbed the back of the probies neck. "Like you said pal, it was a weird
situation. For the record I know that feeling of projected calm you're
talking about. I got to experience it when I was 15. It carried me through
the darkest moment in my life... Oh, by the way, you may wanna quit busting
on that disco watch, it saved your life.

Chris, you may want to start down a healing road as well. The first step of
that is going to be talking to your wife. She seems to be a good woman."

* * * *
It took some doing but I finally got Chase to agree. I told him Chris had
been slated to join my patrol unit, and this is what teams do. Eric just
dropped him off from dialysis. He kissed me, he was wiped. The last thing
he wanted to do was hang out with other people. But I convinced him it was
important to me. God what a trooper. I loaded our bags into the trunk.
"Chris and I are going to be team building for a while. That's a good time
for you and Belinda to get acquainted as spouses."

Chase responded with a simple, "Oh joy, just us little women."

"Chase, you have to understand if something happens to a deputy out on the
road, the spouses are the safety net and support for each other. They will
be your support. Just like you are their support if something happens to
another deputy. I am a shift supervisor, those spouses are going to look to
you." He began snuggling into my shoulder. His body language was letting me
know he understood.

* * * *
We pulled into their driveway. Their house was a cute little split-level,
in the middle of the forest. Chase was so wiped out he actually fell asleep
on the drive, not waking up until the engine shut off. He rolled his head
back sleepily and asked, "We there?" I got out of the car and he slid out
through my open door.

Chris and Belinda open the front door and walk down the steps. Belinda
cooing when she saw my "big bad orange" 1970 AMX/3, "What a pretty car you
have their Skip."

I stifled a laugh and told her, "It was Dad's. Chase helped me restore it a
few years back."

Chase added, "I always thought it should have been white with a big red M
on the front. The thing looks like a hardtop Mach 5." My guy has always
been a Speed Racer fan, and fell in love with the AMX/3 on sight.

Chris approached and grabbed my hand shaking it firmly, then turned to
Chase hugging him. Belinda too took her turn. She hugged Chase just a
little too hard and he crumpled in pain. "I'm sorry what's wrong
sweetie..." She asked. Chase unbuttoned his shirt sleeve and rolled it up.
His port was leaking and the tissue around it was inflamed. "Let's get you
in the house, I've got something that'll take care of that. Walker and
Chris can bring your stuff in." She took Chase's good arm and led him up
the stairs into the home.

* * * *

--Change perspective to Chase--

The pain was blinding when she hit my port, she didn't mean to, but crap it
hurt. This was the first time I saw Belinda with her hair pulled back. It
must have been quite the sight as we marched up the stairs with our twin
ponytails swaying behind us. Since the rape, I let my hair grow. It was
just easier to let my hair go long. I knew I would have to cut it if...
when I came back to the Sheriff's Office. For now Walker liked playing with
it.

Belinda took down her first aid kit and started dabbing antiseptic on the
skin around the port's entrance. "Sweetie this is wicked inflamed what's
going on?" As her finger traced the failed ports sites.

"Doc said my veins are failing, and I haven't told Walker yet. The arm is
inflamed and the last port failed cause the technician couldn't read 5" no
latex warning on the front of my chart."

"What is it with you! You're being just like my Chris. You two can't keep
holding secrets back from us. We deserve to know the good and the bad."

I apologized as she applied an ointment that took the sting from my
forearm. She continued to speak, "It's not your fault sweetie. Tell you the
truth I should be jealous of you. You're in Chris's dreams more often than
I am lately." She put a dressing on top of the ports to protect them a
little. I blushed when she told me that I had been in Chris's dreams.

Really wanting to change the subject I asked, "I really like your hair in
the ponytail. Did you just get off work or something?"

"How did you know I pull it back for work?"

"In my experience I find some professional women will do that. They'll
sweep their hair back in a rigid fashion to generate a feeling of power and
professionalism. I noticed you wore it loose when you came to visit me in
the hospital. So lawyer, doctor, teacher, or librarian?"

She looked surprised and replied, "Doctor."

"Now, if you were surgeon, you never would have put your hand in that
crushing handshake from Walker. If you were a medical doctor, you would
have known to avoid the ports. That leaves Mental Health... Psychologist or
psychiatrist?"

She became defensive, "That would be psychiatrist. You're not here as my
patient this weekend. For one thing I would never accept you as a patient.
You and Chris shared a trauma, that would be unprofessional of me. So just
relax and enjoy the weekend. We have had a little too much reality. It's
time we had some fun."

She paused for a moment then put her hand on my good forearm. "To be honest
I was a little surprised when Chris invited you over. I didn't think you
guys were in the lifestyle."

"The lifestyle?"

"Chase, you do know we're swingers." I blushed hotly. "Oh crap. He didn't
tell you?"

"Nope. Walker told me this was a team-building weekend for he and Chris."
My blush deepened.

Belinda chuckled, "Then that's what it's going to be. I am so sorry Chase,
I've been operating under a misimpression. Damn this is embarrassing."

"I gave her a sideways hug with my strong arm, "It's okay 'big sister.'
What's a family without a little embarrassment." She was great to hang
around. Hanging with her was like hanging with a battery, she had this
endless energy. You couldn't help getting jazzed by it.

She changed topics like a master, "I like what you've done with your hair.
Most guys don't look good in a ponytail, it looks right on you."

"I kind of fell into it, everyone knows I'm an artist, so they expect
something quirky about me. Also I really don't like going into town just to
get my haircut, Folks have been treating me weirder than normal. Have you
ever had sex with Chris with your hair in a ponytail?" She said
occasionally.

"I have noticed something cool with Walker. When I wear the ponytail low
like this the sex tends to be a little more conservative. When I wear it
high on my head, oh my God it's mind-blowing."

"Oh this sounds like a fun experiment. Would you mind putting mine up?"
Without waiting for a reply she spun her back to me on the bar stool and
handed me her brush. When I finished she looked at me saying, "Your turn."
With our twin ponytails now in sync, we started preparing snacks for our
boys.

I may not be able to cook, but I make a mean blended drink. We decided to
blend up some pina coladas. We put some virgin mix in the fridge for me to
have a second. Everyone else had the hard stuff, heavy on the rum. On top
of the fact that I was under 21, testing positive for alcohol or drugs
would throw me off the donation candidate list.

Belinda put on some dance music to encourage the boys to rejoin us in the
great room. The two of us were putting together food trays. We were dancing
to the music with our heads bopping like a couple of high school
cheerleaders, when the boys rounded the corner. Their mouths were agape as
we turned in unison and handed their beverages across the bar. Then
proceeded to dance around the counter to join them occasionally bumping our
hips together.

When I got to Walker's side he pulled me up into a passionate kiss, almost
spilling both of our drinks. His tongue explored my mouth as his free hand
groped my ass. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Belinda receiving
similar treatment from Chris.

When are mutual embraces broke Belinda shot me a wicked wink. The guys
grabbed the snack and grilling trays and we grabbed the drinks and headed
out to the deck to watch the sunset. As the sun slid down over the horizon
the deck lights came on and the pool illuminated. Chris recommended we all
climb in the pool. Belinda told him Chase can't, but he can use the hot
tub. "Damn ports" I thought to myself.

I responded pouring more cold water on the plan. "Sounds like a great idea
guys, but no one told me to pack swim trunks."

Chris quickly responded "Walker could probably squeeze into a pair of mine.
Hell your ass is about as big as Belinda's. You could probably wear a pair
of her bottoms, just think of them as a stylish speedo."

I heard what he said, and understood what he meant. His wife however
focused on one part of his statement. "Your ass is ABOUT as big as
Belinda's?" She retorted with venom glaring at him. If looks could kill
Chris would be six feet under.

Belinda grabbed my hand and led me back into the house. Then turned
grinning. "I know what he meant. I just like making him suffer. Makes the
sex better later." We walked into the master suite and she rummaged through
a few of her drawers. When she opened her lingerie drawer I noticed all of
the satin and lace.

"Chase honey, do you have a little panty girl trying to get out." I
blushed, "I see you do. Does Walker know?"

I told her about my accident with his mother's lingerie. "I wanted to try
again, but I was afraid Walker would think it was creepy."

"Maybe Sarah and I can take you out shopping next weekend while the boys
are working." I smiled and nodded.

She picked out a sexy bikini for herself. Then she grabbed a matching
bottom for me. "When I find clothes I like, I tend to get three or four
pair. The guys will notice this." She started helping me with my shirt and
I blushed a deep crimson. "Chase, nudity means nothing to me. I've seen
boys before. I've got four brothers. I used to go skinny-dipping with them
every summer."

I grabbed hold of her hands and apologized. "I need some help." She
unbuttoned my shirt and slowly removed it over the port in my arm. "My
shrink has been telling me I need to use those four words a little more, 'I
need some help.'"

"So you are seeing a counselor, all by yourself. Why didn't you tell
Walker? He's been worrying a lot about you."

"That's the reason I didn't tell him. If I told him I was in therapy, he'd
want to be there with me. That kind of defeats the purpose. I kind of
figured you guys were going to gang up on me this weekend. You know you're
on the course list as a guest lecturer for my psych class."

"Chase, you are a smart cookie aren't you... If you don't mind me asking,
who are you seeing?"

"Dr. Karen Blanchard."

"Hell Chase, She was the first person I was going to recommend to you. Damn
on a scale of 1 to 10, I put her about 3 above me. Good choice. When did
you realize you needed help?"

"I freaked at school. One of my classmates came up behind me, then grabbed
my shoulders. I had a full fetal position, pissing myself, panic attack on
the floor. My prof cleared the room, talked me down then he called Dr.
Blanchard. She put me on a mood stabilizer Monday, to take the edge off. So
Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I have my dialysis. On Tuesday and Thursday I
meet with Dr. Blanchard."

"Sounds like a very good course of action. Keep in mind the meds aren't
permanent."

Her fingers traced the healing scar in my side. I tried to make a joke out
of it, "Yeah, I am a hot mess aren't I."

She pulled my head down and kissed my forehead "This isn't pity sweetheart.
I'm admiring your strength. Theo Rossi once said, `Scars show toughness:
that you've been through it, and you're still standing.' My Chris came out
of it without a single scar on the outside of his body. It makes me wonder
where they are. I know he has scars."

She unbuttoned my trousers and slid the fly down. My jeans fell straight to
the floor taking my now loose boxers with them. I stepped out of them
telling her nothing fits anymore. She looked down at my crotch and smiled,
"I see what Chris has been dreaming about."

I was so happy when I was able to finally get dressed again. Even if it was
into a sexy black high-rise bikini bottom. She giggled as I turned as she
removed her clothes and got into her bikini. I simply said, "Sorry, I
didn't go skinny-dipping with my foster sisters. Belinda why would Chris be
dreaming about my prick? It's not that big. It's just kind of average. When
you said he was dreaming about me, I thought he was dreaming about fucking
me."

"Well unfortunately Chris is about as tight-lipped about his dreams as you.
As near as I can figure it's something to do with what happened at the farm
house and at the warehouse. Based on what I'm hearing while he sleeps,
there are two basic dreams. One where either a) you're blowing him or b)
your fucking him. Knowing Chris like I do It is probably B. The other dream
sounds like you guys are trying to escape and something goes wrong, he's
dreaming about trying to save you.

In bed with me, Chris is very much a top and alpha. He has another side,
when he's in bed with a guy he likes to be the power bottom. Chris lost a
little more than just his dignity to your encounter with the Boudreaux
brothers. The guard who was shot during the escape was our playmate. Jackie
and Chris have been together since high school. They both joined the Army
on the buddy plan. Had the same duty locations for 4 years.

Later, Jackie talked Chris into corrections. He said it was an easy job and
had a good paycheck. We don't need the money. He took the job to be with
Jackie. Watching the two of them play was magical. My kink was a little
more passive than theirs. I like directing the boy on boy action. I am just
happy he is looking again."

She put her arm around my shoulder, "No pressure. No is an acceptable word.
Just think about it. Now let's go make those boy's heads spin, with our
`big fat bottoms'." We stopped long enough for me to take my evening meds.
The mood stabilizer did have another side affect, it was causing occasional
blackouts.

We walked back out onto the deck, the guys were already in the pool. As we
walked to the edge of the pool, we could tell the guys were not wearing
suits at all. Belinda and I turned to each other in faux shock. "Gentleman
about the topic earlier, Chase has taken matter in hand, and is already in
counseling. Walker, I'm going to tell you the most difficult thing you're
ever going to hear, give him room."

Of course Walker wasn't going to let it go. "Well what do we know about
this therapist? Chase, why do you feel the need to keep him a secret?"

"Chase, let me handle that. Walker 'SHE' is a better therapist than I am
when it comes to sexual trauma. Add to that, Chase really needs to process
this by himself. You can support him, but give him room. You do want him
being able to stand confidently, correct?" Walker simply shook his head.

I knelt down on the side of the pool. Reaching down and pulling his face to
mine. I kissed him and said, "I'm sorry Walker you just pushed so hard. I
finally cracked and you weren't there, hell I melted down... bad, and I was
lucky there was someone there to pick up the pieces. I really don't want to
talk about it. But if I have to, I'd rather it be to just one person for
now." He said he understood and promised to give me what I needed.

I climbed into the hot tub and Belinda climbed in with me to keep me
company. Her hand slowly caress my thigh. How long have you been shaving?"

"Since Sophomore year, I was talked into joining the swim team by my buddy
Nelson. All of us shaved pretty much all of our body hair off. In order to
reduce friction in the water. I used to get these stupid razor bumps
whenever the hair would come back. Nelson's mom introduced me to veet. I
found I liked being smooth."

Chris climbed into the hot tub, I was starting to fade. It had been a very
long day and my meds started slamming me. Belinda shook her finger at him
in fake indignation saying, "I'm going to take a few laps in order to
reduce the size of my BIG ass." She then stomped away and dove into the
pool.

Chris asked if he was ever going to dig his way out of this one. I smiled
and replied, "It's going to take you a long awhile. You managed to annoy
two people at the same time, very efficient, well done."

"Chase, what I meant to say was you two have very well-rounded and
beautiful asses. It's not an insult, it just came out wrong."

I smiled, "That works for me..."

I had a few long blinks. Perhaps we could call them mini naps. My eyes open
from one and I was nestled in Chris's arms. His right hand was caressing my
crotch and his other arm was keeping my left arm out of the water. He was
warm, the water was warm, all was good.

When I open my eyes the next time Walker was on my left side. His back was
keeping my arm out of the water. His hand was stroking the inside of my
thigh. Chris's hand was still massaging my bulge. I moaned softly, and
nuzzled his neck, as he sucked and nibbled my nipples. I looked over at
Walker for signs that he objected, there was none.

I open my eyes a third time and Belinda was sitting across the way grinning
like the Cheshire Cat. "Is little Chasee sleepy?" I shook my head. "Would
you like to try a group sleep?" I asked what that was and felt like an
idiot when she explained. "That's when we all sleep as a group in a large
bed. We call it the playpen." My lower lip pulled in between my teeth in
hesitation. "No and stop work. No one will do anything without the other's
consent."

I replied with a sheepish look at Walker "I didn't pack our rubbers."
Belinda replied with a chuckle that they had enough for everybody. Walker
confirmed that they had latex free. She nodded. Clearly someone was
prepared I thought.

Chris led the way, Walker followed behind him carrying me down the stairs.
Belinda took up the rear As we went downstairs and through the secret door.
As the bookcase door swung open, a room with a large circular bed was
exposed by low light. Our wet swimwear was deposited on the floor of the
attached bath.

Belinda took the time to wrap my forearm and ports in cling wrap. Then led
me into the largest shower I had ever seen in a private home. 10 or 15
people could have showered in this thing easily. There were water jets
everywhere, spraying away the pool chemicals softly. It was a fun group
activity as our pack began scrubbing each other clean.

As Walker scrubbed my back, I returned the favor to Chris. My fingers
caressing his exquisite muscle tone. It was almost hypnotic as Walker's
hands glided across my back I repeated the same motion on Chris. When his
hands slid down soaping my ass cheeks, I did the same to Chris. Chris
softly moaned as my fingers caressed his cleft. I paused ever-so-slightly
and stroked my middle finger around his brown pucker.

I guess Belinda was playing safety girl, because she noticed water starting
to enter the cling wrap on my arm. "Chris and Walker, would you boys go
grab a couple robes and clean up things upstairs, then make sure the bed is
warm. We need time to prepare for you properly." Belinda passed a large
fluffy towel to me, taking me into a small dressing room. "Do you prefer
satin or lace?"

I replied, "I don't know. It's all so new to me. Just make me pretty."

"Chase you already are. I think you'd like satin for your first time. They
call you Robin around the station. Hmmm... I have an idea." She quickly
cinched me into a red satin Victorian corset. She put me in a matching red
satin bra then filled the cups with rolled nylons. She had me slip into a
full sleeve green lace top which covered my shoulders, neckline, and the
ugly port on my left arm. She had me step into a green satin split crotch
panty. I don't know why but I felt I could trust her with everything.

She asked me to bend forward leaning on the dressing-table. "If you'll
trust me I think you'll like this better than a dental dam. This way Walker
can work his tongue deep inside you." She opened a vaginal condom and
carefully worked it inside of me. "Some guys prefer these for anal sex
because their partner can get in there and rim them deep. It can't hurt to
try." Her every suggestion became my deep desire.

She pulled my now dry hair back into a tight high ponytail. Then helped me
roll on a pair of green thigh-high sheer lace topped hose and clipped them
to a black garter belt. "Do I need makeup?"

"Sweetie, I am a summer tone. My makeup would look cheap on you. You are a
stunning winter tone and NOT cheap." She painted my lips with a clear lip
gloss and said it was all I really needed for now. "You have played dress
up before."

"Not like this. Occasionally I would, when I was little with the foster
sisters. Last year my birthday was at the start of Pride Week. I came out
and there were problems with some of my classmates and my foster parents.
My friend Nelson and his mom were great. They even took me into Charleston
to celebrate.

The next month Cindy let me borrow her old dispatcher uniform from WAY back
in the 60s for a costume party. It was a brown skant, hot pants, and
tights. I had to use a wig of course then. The Sheriff looked at Grady and
ask why the hell did they ever retired that uniform. Grady pointed at Cindy
and asked him to imagine her in the uniform today."

She stepped back admiring her work. "I do believe Robin wore a mask. Do you
still trust me?" I shook my head. There was a black satin sleeping mask on
the counter. She put it over my eyes then took my hands and led me as we
entered the playroom. Just before we entered the playroom Belinda
announced, "Gentlemen please show her the silent reverence that she is due."

I heard a soft gasp I wasn't sure whether it was from Walker or Chris. The
blindfold was exciting. The fabrics felt so slick on my skin. The sensation
was highly erotic by itself.

Belinda led me to the bed and had me kneel and knee walk onto the middle of
the mattress. The bed was so warm to the touch. Then came the tender but
firm caresses from the two men. Even without his normal intoxicating scent,
I instantly knew whose touch belonged to my Walker. I started leaning
towards him, Ms. B directed me to remain still. "Head up sweet boy, it is
up to them to see to your pleasure. You mustn't let them get lazy."

I felt B's hand on my chin as she turned my lips to hers. Our tongues
slowly caressed each other as we exchanged places in each other's mouth.
"Oh sweetie, you kiss like a girl. I haven't had this to enjoy in a long
time."

Walker slowly kissed the back of my neck, and worked his way down my spine.
He paused at the small of my back licking some of the sweat, that formed
under the corset, from my body.

Chris slowly started caressing the insides of my thighs. His hands softly
glided across my bulge stroking it under my panties. I whimpered and moan
softly. Miss B asked, "Which pleasure do you wish to enjoy first." I simply
groaned and whimpered. I was shaking and didn't know what to say. "Our
sweet baby doesn't know what to do first. Maybe we should help him out.
Skip, play with Chase, while I get Chris ready for him."

I could feel movement on the bed. Walker pushed me down on all fours, and
drew me back to him. There was hot breath on my face and I came to discover
Chris was in the same position. We were face to face. What I didn't know
that Miss B had knelt behind Chris and slowly inserted a vaginal condom in
his bottom.

I heard him groan softly. He took his hand and pulled my chin until our
lips made contact. All of this physical stimulation and not seeing what was
being done, or by whom, was exciting. My cock was firming and starting to
leak precum through my satin panties. Chris's and my tongue were trading
places in each other's mouths. It was different than kissing Walker. Nice
but different.

Down at the other end of my body Walker had been slowly fingering and
playing with my asshole through the vaginal condom. I could feel the warmth
of his breath on my skin and his thick tongue deep inside of me. The back
half of my body was on fire with desire. I was yearning for more and more
physical stimulation and I moaned softly into Chris's mouth as we were
kissing.

After about 5 minutes Miss B announced that Chris was ready for me. She put
him on his back and had him lift his legs in the air. Then she guided my
head between his spread thighs to the soft globes of his butt cheeks.

"It's okay sweetie. You can do what you want. Trust me he wants this, and I
love seeing my man at play, and being played with." I extended my tongue
and slowly drew it along the wrapped perimeter of his anus. Walker
repositioned my body a little so that I could rest a bit of my midsection
on my thighs and elbows. This freed up one hand so that I could explore
Chris's hot hole.

Walker return to his oral play with my ass. I started mimicking his actions
on Chris's bottom. With the blindfold and place it was easier to just try
to reproduce the sensations on my back side on him. "What a good boy..."
Miss B moaned "Chris has just such an angelic look of absolute delight on
his face. You are doing so well Chase."

As if I woke from a dream, suddenly Chris shouted, "Oh God Chase, fuck me
now please." It was as if I was in a fog. I was drawn up his body to the
voice that was begging me to fuck him. His legs draped over my shoulders
and the tension on my frame was intense. When I reached his face I was
drawn to his lips. It was only fair if I was going to fuck his ass, I
should at least kiss him. There were moans of pleasure from all involved.

Walker unfastened the snaps from the sides of my green panties and slid
them for my body. I was there with my sleeves, bra, garters, and hose, with
my ass in the air, and another man's legs over my shoulders. The sudden
blast of cold air on my cheeks made me shiver, I felt a delicate hand on my
cock and realized Miss B was guiding me to her husband's hole. She rested
the head of my cock against the wrapped anus. While kissing Chris I pushed
in softly, and slowly, inching into his chamber.

In almost no time I was balls deep inside the larger man. Walker took the
time to slowly enter me while I was fully impaled. Then he backed off a
little bit. Miss B told me I was in full control of all of our pleasure and
directed me to piston in and out just a bit. As my cock slid back from
Chris's velvety hole, I would be impaled on Walker's long, thick, hard
cock. The feeling from both sides of my body were remarkable by themselves,
together they were mind-blowing. It was such a feeling of power being
responsible for the pleasure of three people.

* * * *

Change perspective to Miss Belinda

Part of me was so jealous of Chase. Oh how I long to be pinned between two
gorgeous men. I looked at the size of Walker's shaft and realized, there
was no way on Earth that thing would ever come near me. But Chase was the
best of both worlds. He had the soft tender side of a woman. With him I
could have a girlfriend. Yet he had a cock that was the same size and shape
as my husband's. I wondered what it would feel like to be sucking one while
the other fucked me.

I look down as Walker's cock wrapped around Chase's pretty ass. I asked,
"Chase sweety, how do you take that thing?"

He replied, "Happily, oh so happily. Miss B." Both Walker and Chris laughed
with me at his honest but sleepy response.

Chase was pistoning himself back and forward nicely between Walker and
Chris. I recommended that he rotate his hips a little In a tiny circle.
This would increase the friction and pleasure for all three men. He obliged
my request. His mouth fell open and he gasped. The pleasure response was
joined by both Chris and Walker.

I had seen a look of ecstasy on my husband's face before, but this was
different. I knew the shared trauma would bring a connection between he and
Chase. I did not expect for it to be this close. How I love to see my boy
at play. Desperate to join in the action I slowly began to finger my own
cunt. I knew Chris would fuck me very vigorously after Chase pleasured him
completely. It was our thing, he would submit to another man as I watched,
then he would fuck me silly. I will have to remember the ponytail trick.
Chase was quite right.

There was something about Chase, something not quite right. I put it aside
thinking, hey I just met him. Everything I knew about Chase came from
either Walker or Chris. I knew most of his background already. It was so
neat seeing how eager he was to please. Every suggestion was almost a
command. I loved watching his tremble with anticipation of what was coming
next.

Then it happened I watched his Chase's breathing became erratic as he
slammed his cock deep into Chris's ass. I could see his whole body
shuttered as he blew his load into the condom. He collapsed On Chris's
body. His whole body was trembling as Walker blew his load as well. I was
concerned with the trembling. "I'm so cold..." he said weakly. I touched
his shoulder his skin was cold and clammy to the touch.

"Chase baby, Let's get this blindfold off of you." I removed the mask and
saw his bloodshot eyes. "Chase did you have any alcohol?" He shook his head
and told me it was wrong, he couldn't have any while he was on the list. I
asked Walker to go and get a blanket out of the closet.

A thought occurred to me as I tested my theory. I asked Chase "Would you
like to suck Chris's cock bareback?" I knew from Chris's stories this is
something he would normally never do. Chase started to slide his way down
Chris's body and I told him, "Stop!" He instantly obeyed. "Fuck!

Walker asked what was wrong. I told him to go get Chase's meds. I told
Chris to run to my office and get my bag and my cell phone. Both men
departed as if their asses were on fire. I rested Chase's head in my lap
and caressed his hair. "You're going to be okay little guy. I wasn't paying
attention. I am so sorry." His breathing was slow and labored but just on
the normal side.

Walker was the first man to return from his task. He opened up the
overnight case and started removing Chase's meds one at a time. I slowly
read each label until I found the culprit. The mood stabilizer was three to
four times the normal level for someone Chase's size. Chris returned with
my cell phone and bag. I grab the cell phone from his hands. Fortunately
Karen is an old friend and I had her on speed dial.

"Karen I have a problem with one of your patients. Chase Jeffers appears to
be in the middle of an unintentional overdose. Can you access your patient
prescription records from home?" She said yes and requested vitals while
she pulled them up. I told her the dosage that had been written on the
prescription bottle.

She told me, "Belinda you know me I would never write a script that high."
I told her I knew. She didn't make mistakes like that. I grabbed my
sphygmomanometer and my stethoscope. I checked his blood pressure and pulse
3 times not believing the readings.

When she returned to the line I gave her the report. "His pulse is 45 beats
a minute, his blood pressure is, 80 over 55. He is skinny but athletic, a
swimmer."

"The numbers are low B. I don't think we need to run to the hospital. The
script I wrote was for five times less than what was in the bottle. Where
you guys at. I want to check his stats myself. I trust you, but he is my
patient, and someone fucked up." I told her we were at our place, Chris
would be upstairs to guide her down. "Be there in about 30 minutes. I'll
bring something to shorten the reaction and buffer is system. I'll call is
nephrologist for a consult as well. Poor kid can't catch a break. I suppose
I don't have to tell you keep him awake?"

Walker wrapped Chase in a blanket and pulled him to his chest. I told
Walker to keep him awake, pinch him if he had to. With this pulse rate and
blood pressure so low, sleep could be dangerous.

Chase opened his big blue bloodshot eyes and said Walker could fuck him
awake. I did my best to explain to the young man that he lost the ability
to give consent. One of the side effects on the mood stabilizer was that it
left the patient open to suggestion. Even more so during an overdose. I
felt like such an idiot. I should have known to ask what type of drug was
prescribed.

As bad as I felt Walker felt worse. He explained some of the wild stuff he
and Chase did during this week. I tried to comfort him telling him he
didn't know, none of us knew.

* * * *
--Six months after the Boudreaux's: Change point of view to Nelson Jackson--

I knew Chase had a thing for guys. Hell, I think I knew that back when we
were back in Webelos. He wasn't one of the cool kids in school. Still I
always admired how he could make something out of nothing. I watched him
build park benches out of roadside scrap metal and cyprus planks during our
Eagle project. It was Dad's idea for me to get involved with scouting and
the Police Cadets. For me I guess I was just ticking a box to make the
folks happy. With Chase it was a calling.

I wish I had it all together like him. He makes a plan and sticks to it to
the end. Last year when he came out of the closet, a couple of my friends
from the football team tried to take advantage of him. He fought back, they
split his lip and knocked him around. I saw him on the ground bleeding. It
was as if a switch flipped in my head. By the time I was done all 4 of us
were in the Dean's office. Mark and Jeff got expelled. Chase and I got
suspended for 3 days for fighting.

His new foster parents were pissed and blamed it on him for coming out. Mom
was so proud of me for standing up to the bullies. She took us in to
Charleston for Pride Week. Then she found a reporter covering the event and
told them what happened to Chase. The folks around treated us like heroes.

When the Dean saw the news and got a few calls for interviews, and no doubt
a few from the school board about the negative publicity, he had us write a
report on the event and gave us credit for being in school! Hell my
girlfriend took me bareback and blew me for a week. Turns out her big
brother got bashed when he came out.

He's one of the few friends I have that my folks like. I always thought
that was weird. On the surface we had nothing in common. Then he stepped up
when I needed blood. Turns out we were both AB negatives. I dismissed the
whole thing as just a freak chance until some bad shit happened to him.

The whole town, hell damn near the whole county, turned out for the tissue
type drives when his last kidney failed. His doctor called me back in and
asked to speak to my folks alone. I couldn't hear everything in the hall
but I heard enough.

I opened the doctor's door, Mom was pissed to the point her hands were
shaking. "Dad, is Chase my brother?"

Dad asked to borrow the docs office. "Amy, Nelson please both of you sit
down. Son, 20 years ago, I wasn't like I am today. I was running wild and
partying hard, too hard. Your mom and I had been dating for 6 years and
married for a little over two. She couldn't watch me continue to self
destruct. She and I separated a year before you were born. Megan, Chase's
mom, was there and willing. I am not proud of myself, but we shacked up."

Mom pounded the arm of her chair. Then dad continued, "I hit rock bottom
and got off the booze, Megan didn't. I cleaned myself up, your mom forgave
me and took me back. Meg switched from booze, to pills, then to heroin. She
told me she was pregnant with Chase six weeks after we found out about you.
Everything I gave her went into her arm. When she died in childbirth, I
thought I was off the hook. The only thing I didn't count on was Chase.
Quit is not in that kid's vocabulary."

For the first time in my life I saw dad cry. "Amy, I am so sorry. I
couldn't just walk away from MY mess. I had to be involved in Chase's life,
at least on the periphery. I asked your brother to keep an eye on him for
me. In exchange he made me promise to keep going to AA. When he became
Sheriff I offered Joe the funds to bring him on board, I didn't realize I
could have got him killed.

Nelson I saw you making some of the same screw-up's I did at your age. I
couldn't let history repeat. I tried to steer you in Chase's direction. It
worked, you straightened out son. I am sorry, you needed a brother in your
life, I failed you."

I stood, "Dad, shut the fuck up. This is NOT about YOU, or mom, or even me.
His whole life Chase needed YOU, and YOU walked away, or YOU hid! Dad, at 8
points my kidney is NOT a close enough match. His mom is dead and we can't
find her people. YOU are his best chance. Take the fucking test, don't walk
away from him AGAIN, please." Mom stood and kissed my forehead and asked me
to step outside again.

The doctor and I were in the hall. He put his hand on my shoulder I was
angry and shaking, "Hell of a day son. I really have to sound proof my
office."

"You have no idea doc. God today has sucked. And yeah you really do need
soundproofing." The doc said he liked my argument and passion. My mom
yelling is a frightening thing to see. It is worse when she is calm. She
was very calm, and quietly explained what I had just been passionately been
screaming at him. The door opened dad asked the doc to run the tests. Doc
took dad to the lab.

I stepped into the office with mom. Both of us were stunned, trying to get
a handle on the day's events. "Mom, do you think Chase is a good kid? You
do like him right?" She said yes to both and rubbed my neck. "After we got
back from Charleston and we invited him to my costume/birthday party you
were great. I loved it when you and he sang karaoke `Raining Men.' Mom, I
think we have enough love in this family for another son or two."

"Nelson, I am so glad you got my brain..." Mom kissed me, "...and your daddy's
heart. Chase and Walker would be really good additions to our family."

* * * *

A few days further on
--Change point of view to Chase--

It's been two days since I received the letter from the Department of
Health. Two days since I was pronounced clean. Two days of unimaginably
good imaginative bareback sex. I do think Walker's going to rub himself raw
inside me. It is so neat, we get to try out all kinds of new things. New
types of lubes. My favorite is a binary formula. It is cool to the touch on
both of us, but when they come together they get hot.

It was 7 in the morning on Tuesday, Walker left for work an hour ago and I
was still in post-coital bliss. The phone rang, it was my nephrologist,
"Chase, I need you to come in to my office. I have news. We found a donor,
an AB- like you, and the miracle 12 point match. I didn't want to get your
hopes up until all of the test came in. They want to meet you to arrange a
living donation. Can you be here at 3 this afternoon?" I told him I'd be
there. I also knew what this meant, the odds of a blood type AND 12 point
match outside of family was rare.

I called the Sheriff's station to find out were Walker was and if he was on
a call. Cindy told me he was in a meeting and they were sending a car for
me. Great I thought, this was never a good thing when they sent a driver. I
was happy when Grady pulled into the drive. I closed and locked the door
and walked to the car. He greeted me with a hug and friendly, "Hey partner.
Ready to go?" as he opened the passenger door for me.

"Good to be riding with you again Grady." He closed the door for me. I
hated how folks treated me these days. As we pulled out on the road I asked
"Grady, can you give me a hint on what I am going into?" His jaw clenched
and he shook his head no. "Well that would be bad news... If you can keep a
secret for a couple hours I'll share some good." He promised and I told him
of the perfect match. The old man's smile lit up the cruiser.

On arrival at the station I was ushered into the conference room. Walker
was standing there fuming. I had only seen him that pissed once before.
Considering I had a knife in my side then, I could only imagine what was up.

The Sheriff motioned for me to take the seat next to him. Walker sat to my
right resting his hand on my knee. I recognized most of the players in the
room. The County attorney, Mayor, a few commissioners. Then there were the
men in suits and others in matching polos on the back wall with Pete from
the motor pool.

Sheriff Daughtry spoke, "There is no good way to say this. Chase the county
has terminated the experiment. Your injuries are proof that the idea was
flawed in the eyes of some. The County has come up with a handsome
financial severance package, and will cover your healthcare for another six
months. I wish there was another choice here son. The bean counters spoke
and I have to let you go."

"Sir, I can't say I blame anyone. I understand balance sheets, risk vs
reward. I have been traveling that road myself. I may never be able to
handle the rigors of patrol. I have had more than a few talks with my
academic advisor. I am feeling led a different way. I am still continuing
with criminology but I am also adding psych in hopes of becoming a state
certified victim's advocate.

Eventually I may be looking into a career in psychotherapy, or perhaps even
in criminal law. The concept of becoming a prosecutor kind of excites me.
Considering you know how much I hate lawyers, you know how perverse this
idea is. The concept of helping is still strong."

The grimace on the Sheriff's face was replace by a smile. "Sir, I hope when
that occurs I might be reconsidered for employment with the county. I think
I can still do good." There were enthusiastic nods from the politicians. "I
have more good news boss. I got a call from the nephrologist, we have a
kidney match. The donor wants to meet me at 3 today. May I borrow Deputy
Justice this afternoon?"

The Sheriff squeezed my hand, "Son only you could turn a termination into a
party. Skip take the rest of the day off." I signed a few documents and the
county lawyer and politicians left.

Pete from the motor pool spoke, "Chase these men represent the manufacturer
of vehicle 1241."

The older man in the group of polo clad men identified himself as Craig and
spoke, "No matter how much we try for perfection there is always going to
be that one vehicle that slips through. After hearing your story on the
news, I requested the poop sheets on 1241. All of the officer's and you
described the same frustrating anomaly. It was an issue the dealer SHOULD
have flagged."

The irritation was palpable on the men in suits (lawyers I thought). Craig
continued, "I asked the Sheriff and Pete for permission to examine the car.
Examine hell, we took the damn thing apart. We checked every lead until we
found an intermittent fault in the main bundle of leads feeding the
computer. It looks like the harness was pinched during construction. On
behalf of the construction team we are sorry."

The suits stepped forward extending an envelope and folder. I looked in the
envelope... in my life I had never seen so many zeros on a slip of paper. I
looked at the folder it contained a release of liability form. Walker was
the first to speak, "I think you need to consult a lawyer Chase. $100,000
seems a little low for rape, renal failure, and loss of employment. Hell
the hospital bill for the transplant alone will gobble that up."

The lead attorney said "No, no, no. that was the wrong check. That was the
one to go to the county vehicle fund." I smelled manure but I rolled with
it. The men scrambled in their briefcases. The youngest man across the
table slid me an envelope and folder with a tiny 4th offer written in the
top left corner. The other men were furious, but he gave me a wink. After
peaking in the envelope I folded it in two and stuffed it in my billfold. I
snatched the pen from Walker's shirt and signed the releases.

The lawyers left, the man who winked handed me his card as he passed. His
cell and home numbers were written on the back. Craig spoke, "Pete was nice
enough to show me some of your sculptures around the county I am impressed.
Your welding is top notch, every member of my team was impressed. If you'll
follow me, we have a gift for you." Pete asked Walker and I to follow them.

We were at the motor pool. The doors of bay 3 opened and a sunset coral
1955 Ford T-Bird was revealed. "Pete showed me your dream car, and Deputy
Justice showed me your project plans notebook. We double checked your
research; the VIN and factory records show the color is right. Mr. Jeffers
our union built a bad car, a car that got you hurt. Our members felt we
owed you a GOOD one."

My eyes misted as he continued, "She'll never be mint, but we got her as
close as possible. We added a few items that weren't originally available.
An alarm and tracking system, a more powerful engine, a stereo with
Bluetooth, and air conditioning; `cause damn son it is hot down here. She
is a driver son; I think you'll like her a lot."

I was presented the keys in a handshake. Each of the men pointed out the
parts that they had a hand in fabricating or restoring. The men from the
factory wished me a speedy recovery and best wishes for the future. They
asked who was going to be the primary driver. I looked at Walker and said,
"Not him he's a AMC guy." There were hisses from the mechanics.

I drove the T-Bird out of the bay and parked around front. Today couldn't
get any better. My future was more secure. I could focus on my education,
instead of how to make things easier on Walker and I. More than anything I
wanted to contribute something back to my county. These were the people who
made me who I am, the folks who raised me. It really does take a village to
raise a kid, and my village rocks!

I asked Walker to take me over to the bank. When we entered I walked to the
counter and endorse the check for deposit. The teller's eyes lit up. I
walked over to Mr. Jackson's secretary's desk. She told me he was out on a
personal day. I made an appointment for financial advice for next week. I
showed the deposit slip to Walker, he damn near passed out.

As we drove to the doctor's office in the T-Bird I was afraid. I had a
feeling about what was in front of me and I couldn't help but think maybe
it was better not knowing. I slid next to Walker and we hugged each other
for 10 minutes in the car, until I was strong enough to face this new
challenge. "Walker, I guess we should find out what's going on." He pulled
my face into his and kissed me passionately, telling me he would be right
by my side.

I entered the doctor's office and he greeted me warmly. "Chase, I never
thought I would see this day. A 12-point match I have been practicing
medicine for the better part of 20 years and I've never seen a 12 pointer."

"Doc, can you tell me something about the donor? Are they family?"

"Chase understand, this knowledge came out by accident. We set out to find
a new kidney, not a family member for you." He rested his hand on my
shoulder and continued, "But a family member we did find. In fact Chase we
found two immediate family members, blood relatives. Regardless of what you
say, they are willing to go forward with the transplant. Even anonymously,
if you do not want to meet them."

He was holding back then he added, "They are saying that they are willing
to open their hearts to you and welcome you into the family, where you
should have been. The relatives are your father, who I believe truly does
love you, and a younger brother. A young man who shares your passion and
courage. Either way you choose to go, with luck you've had your last
dialysis treatment. Your surgery is scheduled for Thursday morning."

He told me the choice was mine. Then pointed to the door to the adjacent
office. If I wanted to continue my life as is, I just had to turn around
and leave. Behind that door was everything I wanted as a child, a family. A
family to call my own. I could see so many things that could go wrong with
this, What if they didn't like how I looked, or my art, or that I like
weird music. Then there's the big elephant in the room if they'd be ashamed
I was gay. This is still the old south bible belt.

I looked at Walker trying desperately to get someone to make a decision for
me. He smiled and looked at me saying, "I will support you no matter what
you choose. I will always be your family. This is your decision. As far as
anything else, it's a small county, they probably know all about you. It's
a good bet that you know almost everything about them. The one thing I
don't want is for you to look back 5 to 10 years down the road with regret."

I opened the door and saw the blue gray eyes of Owen Jackson. His eyelids
were red and swollen, as if he'd been crying for a very long time. All I
could say was, "Wow I did not see that coming. You'll be pleased to know
the bank deposits are really good today. I guess this is going to make next
week's meeting a little more difficult. I was coming to you for financial
planning."

The comment made him smile. "You can always come to me for financial
planning. Except now as my son I won't charge you for it." He sat down and
explained how I came into being. He told me about my mother both good and
bad. He said that even with her flaws he still loved her.

* * * *
Thursday afternoon, Owen and I woke up and recovery. Technically I woke up
first and Owen joined me back in the land of the living about an hour and a
half later. We were close enough that we could actually connect hands
through the rails of our beds. I was holding his hand as he woke up. "Thank
you for my life, and thank you for this second chance at life. I still
don't think I'm ready to call you Daddy yet, is it okay if I keep calling
you Owen for now?"

There was a sad tone in his voice when he responded. "Chase... Son, as far
as I'm concerned I still haven't earned the right to hear the word father
or Daddy from you yet. Nelson was right, I have run and hidden from our
relationship for your whole life and it almost got you killed. Pal, when
you decide that day comes, there will not be a proud of father on the
planet."

"Are you disappointed in Walker and I being lovers?"

"Oh buddy, the whole town has watched you two your whole lives. There is
not a single person who is going to hold anything but happiness, when you
two decide to make it a permanent relationship. When that day comes I hope
you let me do the honorable thing and pick up the tab is the father of the
bride."

I laughed so hard my side hurt, "Owen, I don't think it works that way."

"Then I shouldn't expect him to come and ask for your hand in marriage. You
are the girl in the relationship right?" I shot him a you got to be kidding
look. "Should I stop before I make a complete idiot of my old self?" I
laughed and squeezed his hand.

The doctor entered the room all smiles. "Everything looks very promising.
Smoothest procedure I've had yet. The nurses say if you two don't settle
down they will have to split you up."

* * * *
12 long months, one orbit of the sun... I have had so much to digest. A
lover, an abduction, a rape, a rapist/murderer sentenced to death, a new
direction in life, a new family, a new kidney, a new lease on life, and a
new philosophy. Carpe diem Seize the day, To truly live life, one must grab
hold of it and suck the marrow from its bones.

Alan Boudreaux was shived in prison for failure to deliver a proper blow
job while being tag teamed in the showers. I would love to say I feel sorry
for him. His lawyer came to me and asked if I would be willing to visit him
in the infirmary. I told him only if I could bring my own shiv. I guess I'm
not that good.

Now that I know he's my uncle by marriage, Sheriff Joe Daughtry and I have
developed a unique relationship. I'm still doing sculpture but I'm also
interning with the County Magistrate. I start Law School in December. After
meeting with Boudreaux's lawyer I realized, I do want to be a prosecutor.
To use a fishing analogy Uncle Joe is fond of; He'll hook them I'll clean
them.

Owen Jackson came from a large family. All of them were eager to meet me.
Turns out the old couple who I'd cut their grass for free as a kid, where
his parents. They love the hell out of me. It turns out I wasn't the only
artist in the family. I was the only one doing metal work sculptures. One
of my second cousins was a painter. She went around the county painting all
of my sculptures. I was so touched to see her work, and how she appreciated
mine.

Walker and I still meet with Chris and Belinda at least once or twice a
month for playdates. Uncle Joe figured out the relationship had changed
between the four of us. He split Chris and Walker apart. I hate to say it
it worked out better for me. When Walker is on nights I spend the weekend
with Chris and Belinda. Belinda and Sarah stay with me at the lake house,
when Chris is on nights. Walker and I redesigned the basement and put in a
room play room, hidden of course.

No matter which party I'm with on the flexible player. When it's Walker,
Chris and I, I'm in the middle position both boys are striving to please me
and themselves. When it's Miss B, Chris, and I, the sex is far more varied.
In most cases Chris finds himself between B & I, being both the pleasurer
and the pleasuree. Occasionally B & I trade places being in the middle.
Miss B discovered she likes taking it anally from me, and vaginally from
Chris the same time. Like I said, as soon as we put Sarah down and she
drifts off to sleep, the sex with her parents and I becomes varied the fun.
The two of them are expecting a baby brother or sister for Sarah in a few
months.

Our personal sex life is still out of this world. Walker has not only
encouraged my panty obsession, he's now even making recommendations and
requests. Having him in bed is amazing and surprising each time. Every so
often he will get me hard and he will ride my cock. He always does
something to please me in bed, either sucking me or riding me. But he
always ends giving me his huge shaft in the ass.

He and I made use of that free stay at the hotel. We are finally getting
our lovers weekend in Charleston for Pride Week. Walker asked me to march
by his side in the LGBT in law enforcement section. I picked up a lovely
blue gown from La Perla and sensible but feminine shoes, I am still getting
used to heels. Chris and Belinda went with us, she was wearing a matching
gown and shoes. Chris and Walker took turns hoisting Miss Sarah into their
arms during the parade route.

At the end of the parade route he paused, dropped to a knee, and put the
biggest rock I have ever seen on my finger. I had a total sissy spaz
attack. Tears streaming down my cheeks. I was shaking my head so fast my
high ponytail was smacking back and forth from my neck to my nose. To our
surprise the reporter from the paper was there. She snapped the picture as
I said yes and Walker hoisted me high in the air with both of my heels
resting on my butt. She was the same reporter who covered my school
suspension when I attended my first Pride Week two years earlier. It was
one of the featured photos on the section that covered the event. The
caption above it, "Love Fills The Air!"

We were walking back to the hotel and I called the bank and ask to speak to
Mr. Jackson. When he picked up I asked, "Hey Dad..." Yeah I started calling
him dad a few months ago, when we went to the Jackson family reunion. It
just felt right. I petitioned the state to add his name to the long vacant
spot on my birth certificate. "Do you remember when you offered to pay for
my wedding?"

"I know Son, Skip asked for your hand before you left. I guess I'm not so
old fashioned. You are marrying a proper Bubba. Gay or straight there still
steeped in the culture. Your step mom is already dragging Nelson around
looking for venues."

"Tell her to stop. We're having it out at the lake house, in front of God
and everyone. In the gazebo near Walker's parents. That's what brought us
together in the first place." Walker kissed the of top my head. Dad said it
was a good idea and a touching gesture. "Dad, I know we talked about taking
your family name... Would you have a problem with me being a Justice?"

Walker hugged me tight and Dad replied "No, I would not. It sounds and
feels right."

Walker and Chris decided we would have dinner In the hotel restaurant. The
manager had been so swell, I had to share the ring and the news with him.
I'm not sure but I think he winked at Walker. We ate dinner as a large
family. Because that's what we had become.

Walker wanted some dessert, but Belinda and Chris wanted to get Sarah to
bed. The poor sweetie was yawning, it was so cute. Walker took me out on
the dance floor, I who had two left feet was following his lead and praying
I didn't mash his toes. We danced until late in the evening. The hotel
staff started gathering and were watching us. It was awkward but nice.

There was only one sour note. An old couple sitting next to the dance
floor. The little old lady looked at her husband and said, "It's nice
seeing an attractive young couple out having a good time at night. Not like
seeing all those weird people in the streets today." Ah, well nothing is
perfect. We returned to our table and had our dessert. Walker had his glass
of wine and me my glass of sparkling cider.

Walker called for the check and the waiter brought back a card. "I've taken
the liberty to pay for your party's meal. I am terribly ashamed of my
wife's comments. The gentleman in the gown is truly beautiful."

We walked to the elevator and took the short ride up to our floor. When
Walker open the door the lights were low and there was a trail of rose
petals leading to the bed. The sheets were turned down. The painting above
the headboard was replaced with a simple sign, "Congratulations and many
years of blessings."

Walker took me in his arms and kissed me. My mouth open to welcome the
arrival of his tongue. The gentle kiss slowly evolved into a passionate
savage exchange of tongues and teeth and nibbles. I slowly rolled one
shoulder than the other out of the straps of the backless dress. The slinky
blue gown flowed like ocean waves down my body to the floor.

What was left was me, standing before him wearing nothing but a tasseled
hem sheer blue plunging back lace camisole. Blue bikini side tied satin
panties, and of course no ensemble for pleasing a man is complete without
hose garters and garter belt.

I still don't cross dress in public often. This was a special occasion.
Judging by the look on his face he appreciated the effort. There is
something so sexy about putting on a $5,000 dress. If he knew that's how
much it cost, he would probably insist I wear it everyday.

I pulled myself back into a caress of Walker's body. My hug slowly loosened
and I slid down his frame to my knees. I softly kissed the basket of his
slacks. My lips traced the outline of his firming cock as it slid down his
left pant leg. I loosened his belt and opened his fly. His dress slacks
slid down his body to the floor in a heap next to my gown.

The purple tip of his cock was peeking through his foreskin leaking copious
amounts of pre-cum. I kissed the tip and slurped a large dollop of the cum
into my mouth. I'm always amazed at how sweet his spillage tastes. I'm also
very pleased to find out he was free-balling today. The sexy smell of his
musky sweaty meat is intoxicating.

I rise up his thighs again caressing them, until I get to where his legs
meet. I kiss his balls, one at a time slowly bathing each with my tongue. I
suck each of the large eggs into my mouth. Past experience has taught me I
can't fit them both in. I love the feel as my tongue rubs their furry
roundness. I kiss each stone then my lips kiss down the base of his now
rock hard shaft.

My lips part only slightly so that I can push back his foreskin and suck
the head of his cock into my mouth. His pre-cum is flowing almost freely
out at this time. He is almost an obscene fountain of pleasure. I'm licking
and swallowing enjoying every moment, savoring the salty sweet goodness. I
reach down and pull the knot that is keeping my panties on my body. They
fall onto the growing pile of fabric on the floor.

My lips part further as I slide more of his thick shaft into my mouth. I've
learned I have to breathe through my nose as I allow it to slide down into
my throat. I've gotten very good in one year. I know how to please my man.
He has learned as well not to push to let me take it on my own time. More
and more of his veiny thick shaft slides between my lips, I look up his
body and into his beautiful brown eyes.

My hands reach behind him and slowly massage his beautiful muscular ass. He
groans. More of his clothes are falling to the floor. The $2,000 Prada
jacket that I love so, a gift for his birthday. Followed by the silk shirt.
Then the muscle shirt. My man stands before me wearing nothing but his
shoes and socks.I realize those too must go. Refusing to release his cock
from my throat, my hands caress their way down each of his legs untying his
shoes and removing them one at a time.

His hands rest on the straps of my camisole. He's massaging my shoulder
blades letting me know I'm doing a very good job. Oh how I yearn for this
meat to be in two places at once. I feel his twitch, I know he's going to
cum. I also know if he shoots his load in my mouth, he will not be able to
fill my ass for some time. He pushes me backwards sliding his cock from my
mouth and throat. I put my pouty lip out knowing I will be getting back my
toy soon.

He pulls me back to my feet. Then picking me up out of the pool of fabric
on the floor, he carries me to the bed. Laying me down gently. He kisses my
lips again. Then he reaches over and grabs the lube off the nightstand. He
raises my legs high in the air and slowly caresses each of my cheeks.

He rests both legs in the crook between his neck and his shoulder.
Squirting a healthy amount of lube on his fingertips, he massages it gently
into my hole. I still love the way he opens me using his middle two
fingers. Done so the others can caress the soft skin around the hole. When
he opens me from behind the outer fingers caress my balls. He is so
concerned with my pleasure. The least I can do is give it back to him. He
gives his own cock of shake to lube it as well.

Walkers lifted my legs up and rested them on his shoulder. My stockings
slid smoothly over his skin. He took one of the bolster pillows and shoved
it under my lower back elevating my bottom. He rested the head of his
leaking shaft against my hole and slowly pushed in. The head popped through
my ring there was a flash of discomfort followed by waves of pleasure as
each inch of its veiny length slid within me.

The love that filled his eyes was amazing. They were like two searchlights
focusing in on me. He slowly withdrew his 11 inches almost completely from
me, only to slowly shove them back in. After 10 long excruciatingly
pleasurable minutes, He started making shorter strokes and rotating his hip
slightly. As if he had to worry about increasing the pressure or pleasure.

He was sweating lightly under his thick mat of fur. I was definitely
glistening as well. As Miss B is fond of correcting Chris, "A proper lady
does not sweat. She glistens or glows." Waves of pleasure radiated from my
deep core. A familiar tingle filled my balls as I arked thick ropes of come
over my playset. Walker put out a pouty lip. I guess he was hoping to catch
a bit. He scooped up a little of my cum and put it to his lips sucking
slightly. It was if he savored the flavor like a sommelier a savors and
treats a fine wine. I loved the way he made me feel.

A couple more thrusts and he looked down at me lovingly asking me where I
wish to receive his gift. "Breed in me my love. I want to feel you inside
me... Please." He redoubled his effort. Shortly I felt his cock twitch and
spurt deep within me his hot seed filling my channel. My legs wrapped
around his hips holding them in a death-lock. They stayed there until his
third leg grew soft and flopped from my well stretched, and exceptionally
pleasured hole.

He slowly rolled to his back taking me with him. He rested me on his chest
and stomach kissing my forehead and wrapping my waist with his massive
hands. He looks lovingly into my eyes. Then he asked, "Does La Perla even
make wedding dresses?" I had always thought he and I would be standing
side-by-side in matching tuxes. I smiled and thought, with his sweet
request, perhaps Miss B and I should do some shopping.

My tender giant then said my future name "Chase Justice... Hon, do you
realize I have known you for twelve years and I still don't even know your
middle name?"

I laughed, "I wasn't supposed to live. The nurses thought it was pointless
to give me one, they joked NONE. The charge nurse on duty hated blank
spaces and thought there were enough on the certificate she simply inserted
an 'N'. She and her husband became my first temporary foster family and put
the story in my baby book."

He hugged me tight and drifted to sleep. Chase N. Justice I thought. What a
great name for a prosecutor.