Date: Fri, 27 Apr 2018 16:13:47 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mary Ramsey <dourdan@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rain Down Temple, Chapter 3

Rain Down Temple, Chapter 3

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Diego's wife, Suzanna, met him at the door. "You know I was about to call
the police." The light-skinned Hispanic woman was holding a cup of coffee
while wearing a bathrobe. She stood at nearly the same height as her
husband, staring down the former Master Sergeant.

"I'm sure." Diego had driven himself home, but it was well into the
afternoon.  With trembling hands, he placed his weight on his cane and
attempted to push past her. The middle-aged man's muscular arms were
deceptively weak. He struggled to catch his breath.

"You're screwing that Sara Foster girl, admit it!" Suzanna threw her coffee
in his face as she shoved her husband inside their mansion.

"I assure you, Sara is my student. We have a professional relationship. And
she's only seventeen years old!" Diego's hands were trembling. The coffee
had not been boiling hot, but the shock of her action was enough to throw
him off guard.

"Well, I know you're not above doing some really messed up shit behind my
back!" Suzanna struck him in the face, causing him to fall.

Diego pulled himself to his knees, gasping for breath. After two decades of
marriage, he was used to her anger. "I apologize." He slowly got to his
feet and without another word made his way to the bathroom. He looked in
the medicine cabinet for his anxiety medications.

When he reached for his pills, Diego made the horrifying discovery: every
bottle was empty. "Suzanna, do you know what happened to my medications?"

"I hid them."

"You hid my medications?" This was a new level of cruel.

"Yes, I did," she answered in a matter-of-fact tone.

Diego's mind was racing. He needed to run, but he had nowhere to run
to. Suzanna held all the cards.

She walked over to a pile of blankets that she dumped on the floor. "You
will be sleeping on the sofa tonight and for the foreseeable future." It
was clear she expected her husband to make his own bed.

That night, Diego suffered a seizure. At least he assumed that was what
happened. He awoke the next morning wearing clothing soaked with urine. His
head was pounding with a migraine, his body shivering with chills.

Suzanna appeared with a breakfast tray containing four Valium pills and a
steaming cup of coffee. "Take these. We have a meeting in an hour with a
major landowner from Montana. I can't have you looking like trash."

Diego struggled to sit up. Having been left alone in the living room, the
night prior, he had drunk himself to sleep. So now the room was
spinning. He desperately needed to be able to hold down the pills.

Suzanna took a seat next to him.

Diego flinched as she held his hand. In the past, his wife had broken his
fingers, fractured his jaw, and once she had even pushed him down a flight
of stairs. But all of the incidents ended the same way.

As his body trembled in fear and pain, Suzanna held him close. "I love you,
Diego. You know I don't mean to hurt you. You're all I have." She kissed
him softly on his cheek.  "Now go make yourself presentable."

Diego took a shower. As the cold water hit his face his eyes filled with
tears. This wasn't what he wanted; to suffer through a loveless
marriage. But he owed it to her to stay. He'd said his vows before God, and
he needed to stand by those vows. He knew her heart was filled with sadness
for the loss of their son. His role, as a husband, was to carry the weight
of her pain. No matter the cost.

The next few days went by without incident. Suzanna kept his medications in
her private safe, and doled them out as she saw fit. This was all on the
condition that Diego did not leave the house for any reason.

True to her word, Diego was relegated to sleeping on the sofa, which reeked
of piss, vomit, and blood. He was allowed on his computer only as
needed. Both his phone and email accounts were being monitored. So Diego
spent the majority of his time in his home gym, surviving on bottled water,
vitamins and protein powder. He could cook for himself but was not allowed
to go to the grocery store, at least not alone.

A week went by. Diego was becoming all too aware of the declining state of
his health. His only hope for salvation was the fact that his student,
Sara, knew his medical appointment schedule. Her boyfriend, Johnny, was a
paramedic. Eventually, the young couple would come to Diego's mansion to
check in on him.

When Diego took off his shirt to begin on the bench press machine, he
noticed a series of mysterious bruises on his stomach. The dark marks were
painful to the touch. Had Suzanna attacked him as he slept? He didn't want
to consider such a possibility. Diego got on the machine and set the
weight. He started his reps, feeling the strain in his muscles when
suddenly the world went black.

Diego awoke in a hospital bed.  As he opened his eyes he could feel a
woman's hand. He instinctively flinched in terror.

"It's me, it's Sara."

Diego breathed a sigh of relief. His student Sara was by his side. Her long
blonde hair was pulled in to a ponytail, highlighting her doll-like
features.

Johnny stood in the corner of the room. His expression was one of
frustration and anger. It was clear he had been the one to comfort Sara as
Diego lay unconscious. "We're going to get you out of here. You're going to
stay with my cousin Remy for a while."

Diego nodded. "How did I get here?"

Johnny sighed. "Suzanna wasn't going to let us in the house, but she got a
little worried when even she didn't know where you were. She let us in to
go search for you, and when we found you in the gym me and Sara: we kind of
kidnapped you."

Sara rolled her eyes. "What Johnny is trying to say is, we left without
telling Suzanna we had located you."

Johnny pulled up a chair. "Here's what's going to happen; Remy's clinic is
recognized as a licensed medical facility by the state..."

"Rain Down Temple is a licensed medical facility?"

"Yes," Johnny continued. "My cousin treats live-in patients, mainly hospice
cases, but it's a legal hospital, and he is legally a doctor. I'm going to
put in for the transfer. All I need from you is to sign on the line,
authorizing the move."

"Will my wife be alerted?"

"Not at this time, because you are currently of sound body and mind."
Johnny already had the clipboard ready for him.

Diego agreed. He raised his arm to take the clipboard and sign.

He was taken by ambulance to Remy's clinic. After being placed in a private
room, he was stripped of his hospital clothing and given a thick robe to
wear. It felt heavy but at the same time warm like a blanket. He laid his
body on the bed on top of the quilt patterned with imagery of clouds and
various flowers.

"It's a weighted robe, made from the same material as weighted blankets,
used to treat anxiety," Remy said from the doorway. The young doctor was
dressed casually in a baggy shirt and sweatpants as if on his way to
meditate or practice yoga. With his long dark brown hair hung loosely over
his shoulders, Remy looked like a sexy Jesus. "How are you, Diego?"

"I'm good, Doctor. You?"

Remy chuckled. "Doctors work at hospitals, I'm just Remy, man." He was
holding a thermos. "Here have some tea." Remy took a seat on the bed and
poured Diego took the cup of dark liquid.

It smelled savory yet sweet like cinnamon and chocolate. Diego paused, to
savor the pleasant aroma before taking a sip.

"It will help cleanse the toxins from your blood. Did the doctor at the
hospital say why you passed out?"

"No, I assume the answer lies somewhere in my paperwork." Diego took a sip,
then another. "And thank you for the tea, the smell reminds me of something
my mother used to make."  Diego pursed his lips as tears filled his
eyes. "How did my life go so wrong? My son is dead, my daughter is living
on the other side of the country. And my wife...."

Remy placed his hand on Diego's shoulder. "Johnny told me what
happened. Why do you let your wife hurt you?"

"You don't understand. She's all I have."

"You know that's not true."

Diego sighed, as he finished off the cup of tea. "I don't know what to tell
you." He laid his head back, aiming to go to sleep.

"I want a better reason," Remy cried. "No one deserves to be stuck in an
abusive relationship for over twenty years."

Diego shook his head. "My father told me to never hit a woman, not even in
self-defense. It is our role as men to simply understand. And I understand
my wife's anger." His eyes shot open. Diego suddenly felt an uncomfortable
burning sensation. He gripped his chest in pain. "Pain in my chest... my
heart." He was having trouble breathing.

"There's nothing wrong with your heart, it's all in your head."

"Please, I can't breathe."

Remy held Diego's head to his chest, rocking him in his arms. "You're going
to be fine. I need you to trust me."

"Ok," Diego muttered. But what did Remy mean by 'trust me'?

Remy kissed his forehead. "Once the tea takes hold, and your body is
cleansed I'll begin the massage."

"Once the tea takes hold?" Suddenly the pain in his chest moved to his
stomach. The tea was a laxative.

Diego threw off the robe and darted from the bed. He gripped his stomach in
pain as he sat on the toilet.

"Just relax," Remy said, standing in the doorway. "Since you weren't given
solid food while at the hospital the tea should be sufficient."

"Is this your idea of a joke?" Diego exclaimed.

"Not at all, this is my idea of healing." Remy shut the door. "Clean
yourself and meet me back on the bed."

Despite the pain in his stomach he finished his business, washed his hands
and splashed water on his face.

He opened the door to find Remy naked. The man's tan skin was softly
illuminated by the light of the window. "Lay on your stomach."

Diego was too exhausted to argue. He laid himself face down, resting his
head on his hands. He assumed he could sleep through whatever massage Remy
had planned. He felt Remy's warm hands on his shoulder, stroking gently
down his back, lovingly caressing the deep burn scars.

"You're so beautiful. Touching your back is like exploring an alien world
of rivers, mountains, and streams."

Diego chuckled at the thought. But when Remy's hands reached Diego's ass,
he felt the moist touch of baby wipes.  He clenched his eyes shut,
humiliated at being treated like a child. He felt the wipes rubbing against
his skin as Remy thoroughly cleaned him. And then Diego felt something
colder, wetter. It was lube. He could feel Remy's fingers inside him, first
one then two, massaging his prostate with just the right amount of
pressure. He buried his face into the blanket as the deep, intense pleasure
emanated throughout his body.

"Get on your knees," Remy instructed. His voice was a soft, silky whisper.

Arms trembling, Diego did as he asked. He rose up onto his knees, ass
spread for Remy to do with as he pleased.  Diego felt Remy's other hand
massaging his testicles as they grew heavy with cum. Then he felt lips.

First was a soft kiss on Diego's left thigh, followed by a nibble and then
a lick.  Remy withdrew his fingers. With both hands, he gripped Diego's
thighs.

Diego's elbows buckled as he felt a tongue. Remy was using his mouth to
create suction as his tongue probed deep, tasting every inch of him. Diego
struggled to remain balanced but, his cock was throbbing. He needed a
release. "Please, Remy."

"Please what?" Remy asked as he removed his tongue. He got on the bed
behind Diego pressing his hard member to his lover's hole.  "Do you want my
cock?"

"Yes..." Diego's body tensed. He could feel Remy slip his cock slowly into
his hole, going inch by inch. Diego could feel himself opening, his body
craving more. "What gives, man?" he growled.  "Is this how you always
fuck?"

"I want you to desire me, to feel it through every muscle in your body. I
want you to devour me until we become one. Only then will I give you what
you want." Remy continued to fuck him slowly, making Diego beg for every
thrust. Then he just stopped. Remy began to massage Diego's legs. "You're
shivering." He reached under to grip Diego's cock at the base of the
shaft. But instead of moving forward his hand moved backward caressing
Diego's testicles.

Diego gasped for air, he could feel his knees about to buckle. He collapsed
forward, burying his face into the comforter.

"Just relax, take it all in." Remy moaned, his cock still moving with slow,
deliberate motions. He moved his hand slowly up Diego's shaft to the tip,
lubing his fingers with pre-cum as he focused his grip. "I changed my mind,
I want you on your side." Remy pulled out of Diego's ass. He scooted
himself up until he was straddling Deigo's face.

As Diego turned his head, the moist tip of Remy's cock brushed against his
waiting lips. The act was disgusting, mortifying, worse than anything
Suzanna had done. But at least he was in a bed. It had been years since
Suzanna let him touch her sexually. To Suzanna, he was a pet; a dog to be
beaten and controlled.

Diego grabbed Remy's hips, hungrily devouring him. He didn't even care
about the taste: this was an act of power. It was clear Remy wanted to play
games. But Diego was no one's submissive, he wanted to make him come: he
wanted to make Remy beg. Diego deep throated Remy's cock, latching on to
his lover's manhood with as much strength as he could muster.

Remy took hold of Diego's cock and soon both men were sucking each other
off. Whatever Diego did, Remy matched him stroke for stroke. It was as if
they were one creature, locked into a continuous loop of intense pleasure.

With one hand Diego gripped Remy's thigh, while with the other he prepared
to finger his ass. Diego could hear the young doctor cry out as he inserted
one saliva-covered finger, then another. He could tell Remy was close to
climax. So close, in fact, he was struggling to keep his mouth on Diego's
cock.

"God, Diego, you need to learn to play fair."

Remy's moans inspired Diego to choke down his cock with renewed vigor until
he finally tasted the salty sweetness of his lover's cum.  Diego shot his
load not long after. Exhausted, Diego laid his head back, as Remy switched
positions.

"Hey big guy," Remy whispered seductively in his ear.  "I think we could
both use a shower."

"I would have to agree."

Remy took Diego's hand, helping him off of the bed. "I want you to look at
something." On the door of the bathroom was a full-length mirror.  "You
know why I have a mirror here?"

Diego looked at their sweat-covered bodies. He had seen the mirror earlier
but paid it no mind.  "Manscaping?" he asked with a smirk.

Remy chuckled. "Nah, I'm part Hawaiian, so when it comes to lack of body
hair, I'm naturally blessed. Kinda like your gorgeous self." He kissed
Diego's neck. "But no, the real reason I have a mirror here is to receive
positive affirmations." Diego watched as Remy looked in the mirror at his
own reflection. "I am a healer, I am a lover, I am a human being worthy of
this life. You try."

Diego looked at his nude body reflected in the mirror. But as he did his
eyes went straight to his wedding ring.  "I-I don't know what I am."

"You're a father to your children both the one in heaven and the one still
on earth. You're a soldier, a teacher, a friend." Remy put his arms around
Diego, his head resting on his shoulder. "You are worthy of love, but more
importantly you are worthy of power."

Diego swallowed hard. He now understood the point of the exercise.

Remy kissed his shoulder. "Will you stay with me? I'll take care of you.
I'll love you." He drifted his hand down Diego's chest until it rested just
above his limp cock. "I'll teach you how to reclaim your power as a lover
and as a man."

Diego closed his eyes and replied with a barely noticeable shrug. He had to
admit, the idea sounded appealing.