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Chapter 8

A special place is found

 

Gavin and Sylvester are feeling really scared. They are still in the tunnels, and it is an hour since they went through Door Number 1. They have been sneaking through the tunnels, seeking to keep the noise, they make, down as low as possible. Seemingly all of a sudden they came to a part of the tunnel that was lighter and they looked around and saw a sign on a door that read Highway 404. They quickly discussed their options and both decided that while it was probably a bit warmer underground, they each felt that being outside would help them see landmarks more readily.

 

When they stepped through the door, they found some stairs, which they went up. At the top, after about 100 steps, they found another door, which they went through. They found themselves in the open, but underneath a big spaghetti road junction. They knew that they had to head south and so Gavin searched for the Big Dipper and the North Star. It was hard to see, with so much light from the streetlights, but, eventually, he did find it and so they headed south, away from the star, but tried to keep as much in the shadows as possible, in order to avoid being caught, After about 4 hours, they were nigh on dead on their feet, but the adrenaline coursing through their veins, as a result of the flight mode that their bodies were still in, helped them to still be standing up. It was now between 3 and 4 and they had noticed that the traffic was building up again, after a lull over the previous 2 to 3 hours.

 

They had, as best as they could, been keeping their eye out for a station; finally, they saw a sign to the Don Mills Station. They knew it would be unlikely that any trains would be running that early, but they were, by now, truly exhausted, so they went over to the station. They discovered that the bus number 385 was leaving in only a few minutes, so they took what was a big risk and caught the bus. The driver was a little surprised to be picking up two young boys, at such an early hour, but he said nothing. The boys asked how they might get to Union Station. The driver explained that he could take them to Sheppard Avenue West, where they could change to the 320, which would take them straight to Union Station. He also told the boys that the journey would take about an hour. The boys paid their fare and went to the back of the bus. The driver alerted the boys when they needed to change to the other bus; they were in Union Station by 5.00 a.m. on the morning of Saturday the 19th of September. The boys were still on an adrenaline high, but their bodies were nearly at the end of their tether. Gavin was virtually holding Sylvester up, and they trudged, arm in arm, to the telephones near the central clock. Gavin put a toonie in the slot and dialled Benjamin's special number; the phone rang a few times and Gavin, using virtually his last full breath, with a very dry throat, croaked out the one word "TREMENDOUS". He then hung up and slumped down on the seat near the clock, with Sylvester asleep on his lap.

 

 

Benjamin quickly shook his head and brought himself to full wakefulness. For him, this was like a 911 call to the Emergency Services. Within a minute, he had pulled on his trousers and jumper, over his pyjamas, slipped on his slip-on shoes, which always remained in one special place, waiting for just such a call from one of the twenty or more boys to whom he had given that special number. Each boy had their own unique password, so even if Benjamin didn't immediately recognise the boy's voice, he would be able to check the word on his index, and identify the boy who had called. On this occasion, though, he did not need to look up his index; he had recognised the cupid's voice immediately, as Gavin was probably the cutest and most lovable of all the boys he had hosted, in his penthouse, for a weekend of gay sex. He did not hesitate, and went into immediate action; he was down in his private lift to the garage, less than two minutes after Gavin had hung up. He had not expected the gorgeous boy, whom he had seen only 2½ months earlier, to call so soon; he had also heard an extreme weariness in Gavin's voice and was feeling quite worried.

 

Within eight minutes, he had parked the car at Union Station and sprinted to the clock. He looked around and was physically shaken, and distressed, to see his dearest young friend, and another boy, sitting on a nearby bench, looking as though they were close to death. He also hurriedly looked around and was very pleased to see that Rudolph, one of Matthew's other disciples, was on duty, in these wee hours of the morning, just 50 metres away. Rudolph was a security guard on the station and looked up from his copy of the day's newspaper, when he heard running footsteps, at such an early hour. He was pleased to recognise Benjamin and smiled. "What's wrong, Ben?" "Come, please, I need help with two boys, they need to be cared for urgently." Rudolph immediately understood; those were not sexy words, they were words of concern, said in a tone, which caused him to know that Ben was in his rescue mode, not his fun mode. Within 12 minutes of the call, Gavin and Sylvester were being carried, in the arms of two guys, to Benjamin's car. Gavin had reassured Sylvester that all was going to be OK as he had recognised his `white knight', Benjamin; Benjamin carried Gavin while Rudolph carried Sylvester. Within twenty minutes, Benjamin, Gavin and Sylvester were sitting, on a large settee, in Benjamin's lounge room. Benjamin sat between the two boys and put his loving arms around both of them, Gavin on his right, and Sylvester on his left. For nearly an hour, they just sat there in silence. Eventually, Gavin asked Benjamin for a giant Lemonade for both of them, which Benjamin quickly brought back, with one for himself, and he then resumed his position between the two boys.

 

Two hours of silence ensued, during which time the boys dozed off, but Benjamin kept awake, enjoying the feel of two little cherubs with their heads lying on his shoulders. Benjamin was also keeping an eye on these two boys, he was a boylover, yes, but he was also a man who cared, very deeply, about every boy he met. He had often rescued a boy from the street and helped them leave their gay rentboy life, which they had only taken up because they were desperate. He normally sent them somewhere else in the U.S.A. where they could establish new lives away from the problems that had led them to where they had been, before they met Benjamin, These two boys, snuggling up to their `white knight', this early Autumn morning, both looked close to death, something was terribly wrong!

 

By about 11.00 a.m. both boys had sufficiently recovered to have been able to eat a few slices of cheese on toast and to down about 2 litres of orange juice, each. In short bursts of speech, all by Gavin, Sylvester still mostly slept, except while he was eating, Benjamin heard about the boy's last few weeks and particularly the recent unfair, undeserved and extreme punishments. Benjamin saw red and couldn't help losing some of his composure; as Gavin told him more and more he began to sob profusely and after half an hour the conversation just had to stop for a while Gavin and Benjamin just clung to each other and cried and cried. This crying woke Sylvester and he joined in the sobbing. In truth, these tears were a peculiar mix of tears of anger, joy, love and relief. Eventually, by 1.00 p.m. they had all recovered their composure. Some light sandwiches of ham and cheese were eaten along with some Sprite to wash them down. Benjamin then called Matthew and told him that he had, that morning, rescued, with Rudolph's help, two boys. They both knew Matthew's address; they also had their own passwords. He advised Matthew that while he had done his best and they were both now safe and comfortable, he also knew that they needed the special care that only The Holmes Trust could give them. Matthew told Benjamin to bring the boys to Brampton immediately. He told Benjamin that he had heard, through Bernard, about the two boys. He went on to state that he was very happy that Gavin, with Sylvester in tow, had used the emergency contact with Benjamin, rather than trying to find his way, to Brampton, in the middle of the night.

 

Benjamin conveyed all this to Gavin and after a brief wash of face and hands, they departed, in Benjamin's car, for Brampton. Sylvester had begun to feel very weary again, so Benjamin had carried him down to the car, while Gavin held on to Benjamin's belt, with his right index finger, for just a little support. Within half an hour they were outside Matthew's house, Benjamin, still with Sylvester in his arms, and with Gavin's right index finger again hooked in his belt, walked up the short front path to Matthew's front door.

 

To be continued.

 

Other stories on Nifty, which have been written by this author

 

Lance and Philip - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/relationships/lance-and-philip/
(I am the Philip and this is an if only story.)

 

Mr Hughes and the Brightons -
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/mr-hughes-and-the-brightons
(I am Mr Hughes and this is another if only story.)

 

Jim and Pete - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/beginnings/jim-and-pete/
(All I can say is - Pete is me (in substance, but not all true, though much is), and Jim is loosely based on a real person BUT it didn't work out anything like the story.)

 

After Bosworth Field - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/historical/after-bosworth-field/
(An historical drama flowing out of the Battle of Bosworth Field – it will probably never be finished, but it will be an ongoing task and I have encouraged other authors, though I have never yet received any offers, to write additional back stories, extensions of the model etcetera)