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Lucrative Mining Operation 04 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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"Um, are you like, leaving?" Seth asks, taking potshot glances at Terence as he disrobes from his leather gear, taking a visual tour of his quarters.
Dropping his chaps was interesting to Seth, as he replies to the eighteen year old, "You would 'never' be able to find your way out of here without a guide."
'Oh man!' Seth thought to himself, seeing the hairy pubes, a soft, but large endowment, low-hangers.
"Oh shit!" Terence says, looking in the mirror. He was totally naked, except the mask. "Well," he thought as he went for the zipper in the back, "I guess it makes no difference now!" But as he went for the zipper he was still thinking 'Should I or shouldn't I?' regarding keeping his identity secret. But like he's never felt before when 'working on' a subject of the mining operation, when he glanced at Seth's reflection, he smiled, like this was going to be someone special to him in his life. Too, unlike 'the others', Seth had logically done nothing wrong, didn't wrong anybody and this play a role in why Terence was jeopardizing everything he built up in the two years since coming on board and thinking like he never realized before, 'to terrorize'?
"What's the matter?" Seth asks as he sits on the bed, then bounces to standing tall.
"Would you mind? It's stuck!"
Seth didn't mind at all. What a great excuse for getting close to Terence's almost totally nude bod! "Sure. I can help." Too, he was curious if his captor had as handsome face to match his awesome physique. As he worked at the zipper, he asks, "Say, what's your name anyway?"
He never discussed 'personal' with guys he was out to punish or interrogate, in Seth's case, 'teach a lesson', but as he had already discovered, his defection from the mining operation, nothing, no rules mattered now. "Around here I'm known as Terence Keren."
"I'm Seth Hollister, but I guess you know already?" As he said it, the zipper gives, rolling up Terence's head. And as Seth faces his tormentor-turned-turncoat, he exclaims, "Wow! You're handsome!"
At five feet, eleven inches tall, Terence stood over Seth by only an inch. So, they were in perfect alignment when Terence turns around and instead of his reflecting image, Seth saw the 'real' thing, from head to toe, and back. "And 'you', are still an angel."
Under these circumstances, not bound up in captivity, but free, so did Terence think of things now, working his arms in between the teen's arms and shirted ribs.
Seth expected a kiss, but instead, Terence lay his chin on his shoulder and says, "I hope someday you will find a way to accept my apology. I never wanted to cause you harm. Ever since I read the client letter I knew you were here for all the wrong reasons," he rubs his hands up and down Seth's back.
As for Seth, momentarily he stood there, arms dropped to his sides, allowing Terence to cuddle him in his arms. He had no idea his age, but for sure he was much older than he was and found it awkward. But as the seconds passed and turned into a minute, then another few seconds passing, he slowly lifted his arms, placing his hands on Terence's bare back. He found himself 'forgiving' Terence, by pulling him in closer. He was surprised at himself, especially with an older man, of initiating the kissing, by a placing a soft one on Terence's neck.
Testing, Terence divided them at the chest, saying, "You're not supposed to be kissing me. You're supposed to be hating me!" He accompanied it with a smirk, morphing into a lithe smile.
Changing the subject all together, Seth says as he brings one arm up, his hand taking some of Terence's chest hair in fingers and thumb, "I like all this."
Then hearing something, Terence states, "I wonder what that was?"
Sticking his head in the door, Juan yells, "The cops! They got loose! They're calling the cops!"
"Oh shit!" Then grabbing a backpack out of the bottom of the closet, he grabs Seth by the hand and exclaims, "We gotta go!"
"Aren't you gonna pack?" Seth asks as he looks at all the stuff in the room.
"Everything important to me I've got with me!"
Literally pulled along, Seth tried telling him, "But you're butt-naked!"
Along the hallway, they met up with Juan and Bastien.
"Where the hell is he going?" Terence yelled as the four now ran down the cavern hallway.
"I might ask you the same thing gingo?"
But there wasn't time for answers and both Terence and Juan accepted the decision the other had made.
What seemed like the end of the route, a solid wall of stone, was a facade for an emergency exit. Pressing a button, behind some stone which only certain persons knew of, the stone door became ajar. Juan and his 'captive' went through first.
As Terence and Seth were about to slip through, Ali yells out, "You wait for us!"
"Ali?" Terence questioned and by now thinking himself no better, dragging Seth along with him, allowed the two to slip through the crevice.
Like himself, Billy and Bastien were naked. At least Ali and Juan were clothed in their leather gear, Seth being the only one decked out in civilian clothing. All six on the other side of the wall, Terence waited. In like a minute he checked the time. His wrist was bare. He asks Seth, "What time is it?"
"My watch!" he yells. "I was sorting through my stuff on your bed and left it there. We gotta go back!"
Terence grabbed up the back of his tee shirt in the middle, pulling him back. "Too late. I'm buy you another one." It's then he says, "We've waited long enough. I guess Judson's not coming." The other side of the door, it wasn't necessary to hide the button.
As they ran for their lives, the stone door closed behind them. Even though they were business partners, Terence felt bad leaving Judson behind. Once upon a time he had thought maybe they could hit it off. However, in a way, Terence was accepting it never came about.
When they got to the end of the cavern hallway, Terence called out, "Hold it there a minute!"
Again, Seth's shirt clung tightly to his bod, this time Terence's hand fanned out in a protective manner, standing in front of him and keeping him from over stepping the boundaries of the hallway. "Oh my God! You saved my life again!"
"If I allowed you to run into me, we both would have gone over the edge!" Then, cautioning Seth to watch his step, they walked the stone stairway down to where Juan, Bastien, Ali and Billy were boarding some skiffs. "Oh shit!" Terence yelled out when his feet went out from under him, his bare feet slipping on a step.
"Oh my God!" Seth called out as he grabbed at Terence. Being he didn't have a stitch of clothing on, so the only substance Seth could grab was skin. And when he teetered back into Seth's quadrant, Seth found himself holding Terence around both bod and arms, bound up in his own arms.
"I'd say that makes us even regarding who owes who!"
"No," Seth replies, "I still owe you for one."
"Nobody's going to be able to do any repaying if we don't get a move on it!"
And with that, they joined the others, only Juan and Bastien had taken off in one boat, Ali and Billy in another. Throwing his backpack in, he helped Seth in, himself in the rear. As the others whizzed out of sight, Terence started the motor. It wouldn't start! "Fuck! What're we going to do now?"
Seth calmly says, as he goes for one of the oars, "Row?"
Looking at Seth, he probably had a questioned look on his face.
"You do know how to use an oar, Terence?"
Instead of answering, he took the one offered to him, taking the other when Seth made it available. He also instructed, "Could you find me some clothes in that bag?"
"Say please?" Seth toyed.
"Fuckin' please, before I catch my death of cold?"
Reaching behind, because he faced the back of the boat, Seth retrieved the backpack and started searching. "Pants... shirt... Oh nice! Abercrombie!" It then dawns on Seth, "Hey, how old are you anyway?"
Having almost memorized Seth's file, Terence replies, "Ten years older than you. Why? Am I too old to be wearing kid's clothes?"
"I'm not a kid. Remember I told you when I was.. um, you know... when I was all tied up?"
It happened and there was no going back. You cannot makes things past 'unhappen' and for the two it was difficult thinking about it. Yet, Terence chose his answer, "It's something we have to learn to put behind us."
"Okay," Seth reckoned too. Then he asks as Terence slows, from a rigorous rowing to a casual dipping of the oars, "So, what are you going to do now that you're on the run?"
"It's not only me. What makes you think you're not on the run too?"
Seth, placing a hand on his own chest, asks, "Me? On the run? Why would I have to be?"
"For all purposes, your contract wasn't served out. Therefore, your father was never informed of your being cleansed of your 'gay' disease?"
Smiling, Seth says, "I'm sure glad you're inflicted too!" He giggled.
Then, because he knew he felt 'something' from the time he walked into the torture chamber, seeing Seth all staked out in his bondage, replies, "Me too, because I always wanted someone to get serious about!" He waited.
"Me? You like want me to be your boyfriend or something?"
They were way down the cavern river, but the echo carried, Terence replying, "Oh shit!" He proceeded to row like the hammers of hell, churning the light skiff through the waters when he heard voices at a distance.
In no time the cave opened up to a brilliant lake and suited for lovers, the sun was setting.
"Where are we?"
"Lower Tonsill Lake."
Seth replies, "I have a feeling we're a long way from Kansas!"
"We just left an uncharted portion of Carlsbad Caverns." And as Terence pulls up at the shoreline, "Got your hiking boots on?" he hints.
"My sneakers. Where are we hiking to?"
"Hand me my clothes."
And as Seth forks over Terence's pants, he says, "Oops! Forgot the briefs."
Already with his legs in his jeans, Terence replies, "Hell with the briefs. Where's my shirt?"
"Right here," Seth holds up. Then while Terence buttons his jeans and zips them up, he's straightening out the shirt, Seth holding it up so the arms are easily accesible.
"Thanks," Terence replies, feeding his arms in, then moving the opening over his head, peeling the front down his worked out, hairy bod.
"Someday can you show me how to get some muscle like you have?"
Smiling, he says, "When we get all settled."
"How do you mean that?" Seth asks, with inclination Terence means 'setting up house'?
He had the same dream on his mind, but folded it up and put it away in the back of his mind, saying, "We have a long way to go and a lot of work to do." Being he was already out of the skiff, he says, "Want to throw me the bag?"
Seth throws it, as hard as he can.
"Hmm... I think you have hidden muscles you haven't used yet!"
He helped Seth out of the boat and before long the two set out on their hike.
"How far do we need to hike?"
"About fifty miles down the road."
Stopping short, allowing Terence to travel on, Seth replies, "Oh my God! I thought walking to school was far!"
"Sorry, but because of the reason we had to leave in a hurry, we have to keep at it till we reach Salt Flats."
"Is there a road around here? Maybe we can hitch a ride."
Terence smiles, saying, "It's not safe. We have to keep off the roads."
"Oh. I guess the cops will be watching. So, what's in Salt Flats?"
"Two tickets to fly out of this fix we're in."
"Where?"
"Probably into a major hub. Vegas probably."
"Cool! Can we do some gambling?" Seth says with glee.
"Sorry, but we have to keep low profile. We're stopping off only to withdraw some loot from the bank and then we're going camping."
"How cool is that?"
"Oh, so you like to camp?" Terence looks to Seth.
"We did when we were a family. Before my mom died and my dad came back to claim me, but after that my life pretty much sucked."
"I could imagine."
"Huh?" It left Seth confounded. He then comes back with, "What 'don't' you know about me Terence?"
"I have a sketch of your life, you were born, your mom and dad were together for awhile, they split, your mom passed away and then your father walked back into your life. Then, I'm assuming here, when you came out to your father, him being a devout Christian man, saw it as a threat to his lifestyle, so desired to have you cleansed of the evil fag-demon!"
Terence too laughed, Seth thinking his analogy too funny.
"But there wasn't anything in your file too personal, only a timeline filled with light history. It's why I saved you for myself."
"Huh? How's that go?"
Terence went on to explain his position, head honcho, the person in charge of dealing out cases. He also brought up the fact he never really involved himself much. At times he was tempted, but it went against the principles of the job. Being the circumstances surrounding 'Seth', it changed his outlook, he figured.
"Oh and now that it means much now, but could later, I'm into B D S M?" Terrence informed as well as quizzed his 'boyfriend' from a knowledge viewpoint.
"What's that? Some fraternity?" Seth asks.
"No, but now is not the time to explain it."
"Oh," Seth says, accepting it.
Too, Terence didn't want to scare Seth away, now that they were hitting it off. Sometimes, with involving yourself with things people don't understand, people take things the wrong way, choosing to think of it as an evil of society, rather than a preferential fetish.
"Here," Terence juggled his backpack off his shoulder, removing a packet.
"What's this? Dinner?"
"When's the last time you ate?" he asks, handing Seth a snack bar, enjoying one for himself as he tears the end off with his teeth, spitting the wrapper out into the desert.
"You're polluting the earth, you know?"
"It was one little fuckin' piece of paper. What's it going to do?"
"You curse a lot, you know?"
"How did we get from the environment to the way I express myself?"
"Okay. Let's talk about something else." Silence prevailed, until Seth once again brought up a subject matter, "Are you good in bed?"
This time it brought Terence to a halt, him asking, "What tha fu...?"
"Never mind, if you don't want to talk about that either," he said in sarcastic, pouting manner.
But rather than let it slide, Terence thought it could be a provocative subject, and after the two took a few more steps in the desert, "Are you top or bottom?"
"I thought you didn't want to talk about it." Then, seconds later, Seth replies, "I don't know, you?"
"It depends on the guy."
"Like how many guys have you fucked?"
"I don't know. How am I supposed to answer a question like that? I'm twenty-eight years old. I've been having sex with guys since like junior high school!"
"Wow! You're way ahead of me!"
It then made Terence curious, "Have you sucked a guy?"
It made Seth hang his head, like he was refusing to answer the question.
But Terence knew he hit upon something more sensitive. "Have you talked to someone about it?"
"About what?" Seth asks, an agitation in his voice.
"I'm going out on a limb here, but I'm guessing your first time you sucked cock was not an enjoyable experience, the case being you were forced into doing it?"
Terence stopped as Seth did, standing motionaless in his tracks. "How did you know?"
"Wild guess mostly, but more because I acted the same way when some guy asked me about my first time."
"Was it an adult or a kid?"
"Teenager. A dude about two years older than me. It's alright I use the word 'dude', isn't it? I'm not too old for it?"
"No problem," Seth replies, guiding the conversation back to, "Like how did he force you?"
Like a singsong, Terence tells it, "I was a sophomore, he was a senior football player. I happened to be lingering in the lockerroom after gym class, he comes in through the door from the field, strips and heads for the shower. My locker was," he moves his hand in a direction straight ahead of them, "at a straight angle to the opening of the showers, one I found to my complete advantage, knowing I was gay. Anyhow, he caught me watching him as the shower rained down on him. We were the only two there. He came right out, still wet and made a beeline for me."
"Did you try to make a run for it?"
"Nada. Like I said, I was a scared tenth grader and maybe even a little captivated by his awesome, muscular bod as he closed in on me, walked right up to me and as he held his cock in the palm of his hand, dictated to me," Terence play acts, "'Open up faggot, I'm hard and I need to get off!'"
"So you opened up and sucked him off?"
"Unfortunately not. Still scared I felt like I was going to pee in my pants."
"Did you?"
"No, but it then came to me too late that I should have ran, because when I didn't open my mouth he slapped me across the face, which sent me flying off the bench, at which point he walks over to me and says, 'Good idea faggot, you're right where I want you', which was on my knees."
"So you sucked him off then?"
"Uh, I did after awhile. After he had fun grabbing my gym shirt, picking me up and threatening me if I didn't suck him off."
"How did he threaten you?"
"Brute force. He threw me up against a locker then proceeded to punch me in the gut. It was the first time I was ever punched in the stomach."
"Must have been a shocker," Seth said.
"It was. Knocked the wind right out of me. So bad, I thought I was going to die, but I quickly ventilated. But I thought it was worse when I sank to my feet and he stepped on my gym shorts, right between the legs. When I opened my mouth to react to my balls getting crushed, he jabbed his hard shaft right into my mouth."
"Did he like... cut off your air?"
"If you're asking did he seal off my throat, um yeah... I choked a lot. And fortunately I was glad when it was over. Some of it went down my throat, but being his balls were highly active, he shot ropes of cum all over my face. It dripped down onto my shirt."
"And did he confront you again?"
"No," Terence replied. "Fortunately for me it was the last day of school. He was graduating and it was the last of it."
"Whew! Good for you. Good that you came out of it a lucky guy," Seth said, in a way which reflected he might not have been so lucky.
"And what's your story?"
"Not as rosy as yours. I was set upon by a trio of bullies. I was walking on my way home from school and passed by the alley way of a convenience store. You know how they have those metal grates in the sidewalks, where when they open they go into the basement of the store?"
"I think I get the picture of where you're going with this. So, correct me if I'm wrong, but they dragged you down into the basement of the store?"
"Yeah and one of them happened to be the store owner's nephew. I was sixteen and he was twenty-something, a college dude, working the store for his uncle during the summer. I found out after the incident."
Terence asks, "If you don't want to talk now about it, we don't have to?"
It's then Seth confesses, "I never told anyone about it. You're the first person."
"You kept it inside for two years, not telling a soul? You could have gone to at least your guidance counselor, if not your parents?"
"Dad would've gone ballistic. Besides, at sixteen I wasn't ready to come out. I figured I would do it right before going to college, but was that ever a bad move!"
"Um, you dropped your nature bar wrapper?" Terence tells him.
Not in the mood for saving the environment, Seth replies, "Ah, hell with it!"
Even though he wasn't laughing out loud, Seth made him smile. He waited for him to bring up the rest of the story. But before he did, he spotted some lights in the distance, asking, "How good of an actor are you?"
"In high school I played 'Stewpot' in 'South Pacific'," and getting carried away, "in the original, professional cast, Ken Clark couldn't sing, so they had Thurl Ravenscot dub the singing. Me, I could sing and act at the same time, so they gave me the part."
Terence enjoyed listening to the history lesson of Seth's theatrical life, but it wasn't exactly sitting in front of the fireplace and connecting type of scene, saying, "If you don't want to starve, you're going to have to kick up some of those acting skills!"
And so it went, as they closed in on the lighted area, they came upon a small junction, gas station, small store attached and a very old, broken down home not far away.
"Are you sure you can trust me, like how do you know I'm not going to take off with your money and run?" Seth asks, after Terence places forty bucks in his hand.
"Um, because it's getting dark and I'm sure you don't want to wind up as coyote bait?"
"Yikes! I didn't know they ate 'people'!" Seth exclaims.
"In reality, I never knew of one which did."
But to let Terence know he wasn't planning on skipping out, he says, "But I bet there's plenty of rattlesnakes," and even though he's never heard of it, "and I've heard they can eat you down in one gulp!"
Terence let it slide, knowing Seth must've been thinking of a boa or other snake which could accomplish the task. "Oh really? I didn't know that! One gulp you say?"
And then Seth teases, "Except with your big cock, maybe two gulps?"
It set Terence off laughing a bit before Seth took off for the short trek to the oasis. He was still smiling, watching Seth's silhouette against the horizon get smaller and smaller. If some other hot guy, most likely it would have set off his nads, his hand going right to the source of his excitement. But no, a different type of camaraderie was about him, one in which he shared with another something more than a sexual reaction. More warmth, he looked down at his folded arms to see little goosed-pimples, tiny mountain peaks highlighted by the setting sun, a shiver of feelings shaking his soul.
Taking off his backpack, Terence sat on some boulder left over from an ice age, parking his ass down and sighing with relief. Recapitulating, he drew off his recent memories, walking into the dungeon chamber, seeing this 'kid' tied eagle-spread, shirtless and scared shitless. A sudden guilt came over him, realizing how he was the vehicle for Seth starting to 'sweat it out'. But he smiled knowing, as his knife cut through the ropes attached to Seth's wrists, his gut feeling was the absolute right thing to go with.
He hadn't realized how much late afternoon dreaming he had done, after searching through the small pocket of his backpack for his sports watch. Rehanging it around his neck, the same time he was gazing at the clock, he was thinking the compass function would also be quite handy. "Fifteen fuckin' minutes?" he questioned, jumping to his feet.
Strangely, if it had been some other dude, he prolly would have been blaming the hell out of him, taking off with his forty bucks! However, it being 'Seth', the only thing to come to Terence was he must be in some kind of trouble. He outweighed the consequences, if it happened to be the 'cops' or something else, maybe a friendly delay, like the store owner running out of change?
Researching his soul, Terence thought about the saying, 'of mice or men', though he wasn't sure if that's how it went. For sure, for the latter part of his twenty-eight years, he didn't play the part of the 'mouse' and he wasn't about to start. Grabbing up the backpack, slinging it over one shoulder, he took off in the direction of the lighted oasis, almost completely taken over by electric, the sun falling way behind the horizon.
Outside the building, everything seemed quiet. Parked outside were two Harley's, a 4x4 and a small sedan, an old model Volvo. He glanced up at the almost fully wooden front, a small, square window to each side of the wooden door. Above him, the sign, with broken down neon lights half read, '...afe'. Because of the darkening skies he couldn't make out the rest, but neither cared if he did. A pretty good judge of things, his eyes perused the vehicles, thinking as he pointed to each, the Harley's could be a couple of tough' characters, the 4x4 perhaps a rough, backwoods type', the Volvo, seeing it didn't have a Colorado plate, 'out-of-towner'. And even though he's met some really nice bikers over the years, he knew the odds. He was betting his dollar on the Harley's.
He also had a recurring thought of Seth's hold up, being attributed to the 'cops' catching up to them. Halting in his tracks, he thought of turning and running. Then, thinking of how much more it would make Seth a 'man' and himself the cowardly 'lion', he said to himself out loud, "Now stop that!" Meaning, cancel those stoopid-idiot, woosie thoughts and get on with it.
Leaving his backpack outside, he tucked half of his tee shirt in, making himself look a little slobbish. Taking his baseball cap from his head, he repositioned it back so it looked like an urban dude, slightly to the side, taking it off, brushing his shaggy haircut and replacing it. He took the compass watch from around his neck and put it in his pocket. Taking some dirt from the parking lot floor, he rubbed it between his hands, slapping himself on one cheek. Figuring 'that did it', adding some disguise, in case he had to formulate an instant plan, he straightened himself up like in the olden days, a cowboy boldly walking into a saloon, a bit of a swagger to the way he carried himself.
Chances are, things could have paralled his original 'good' feeling, Seth being held up by an innocent reason, such as the clerk providing slow service, Terrence amending his list. Then again, as he walked into the store, he noticed things rather quiet. Too still and silent, he canvassed the three aisles of merchandise and two tables which constituted a cafe, the counter both doubling as cash sales and counter service. However, none of what he saw was in working order. More importantly, Seth wasn't part of the scenery!
Suddenly, there were signs of commotion coming from the rear of the store. By this time, Terence knew something dirty was going down. Approaching the back, an opening to probably a store room, maybe a flight to the second story, he proceeded with caution.
He then hears a rough voice dictate, "You gonna open the safe old man?"
Following the demand he hears, and because he's 'been there, done that', knows the human cry of a stomach taking a gut punch, "Ugh-h-h!"
Keeping his cool, he responds rather rapidly, thinking it could very well be Seth's gut taking a fist. A flashback, he visions Seth tied eagle-spread and his own fist careening towards Seth's midsection, which never happened, but senses what it would feel like, put in Seth's place, a sick feeling in his own stomach.
Entering the back, he comes face to face with the situation at hand. Quite different than what he assumed, the bad guys it turns out, are the good guys. Two plainclothed guys stand there, apparently one of the motorcycle dudes, around his age, late twenties, held in a full nelson, by what he figures either the '4x4 dudes' or the 'Volvo passengers'. He figures the Harley dudes as the victims. As for Seth, he sees him sitting on the floor, hands behind his back, back to the wall, along with two other guys. Figuring right away, the two late-teen or early-twenties guys belong with the 4x4. On the floor in front of them lay a leathered dude, apparently passed out. This would leave it as the three 'Volvo out-of-towners' owning the scene.
"Hey, do you think I can get some serv... hey, what's going on here?" As if Terence didn't know?
The one holdup man with the gun, trained it on the three captives. Another held the motorcycle rider in a full nelson. Thirdly, one stood in front of the stretched out guy, a beer bottle in his hand, bottom-up. Clearly, he knew this was being used in place of the guy's fist. Off in the corner, an old man sat on his knees near a black safe.
"Hold it right there!" the guy with the gun calls out.
Looking at him, Terence connects with Seth, but in a split second, trains his eyes on the gun, then following it up to the criminal's face. He knew Seth had some acting, but he could relate to it, because somewhere in his late teens he had a notion of being a Tv star or something along the lines of furthering his acting skills. For the time being, coupled with his interests in the bdsm lifestyle, the mining operation was the perfect solution for monetary survival.
"Hey, I don't give a fuck what you're doing back here. All I want is my grilled cheese sandwich and a beer and I'll be gone!"
The evil dude with the upended beer bottle in his hand approaches Terence.
For sure, he wasn't about to give himself away just yet, knowing he had the abilities to take all three out with a 'kick, boom, pow'. Reading the impending situation like a book he knows, with his arms up, hands in the air, it left his abs totally vulnerable to the fate of the motorcycle dude in a full nelson, perfect target for the bottom of the beer bottle. He knows he has to think fast!
"Hey, if you don't mind, do you think I can try hitting the dude in the stomach with the beer bottle? I've always wanted to try it?" Terence kicks in with more acting skills.
It did kill some time, the perpetrator relieving his grip on the bottle. Terence knew he had provided some food for thought and the beer-bottle dude was chewing on it, summing it up like a farmboy munching on a stick of straw.
The guy with the gun, referring to the dude Terence was provoking, said, "Let him have a go at it, Rocco. See what damage he can do."
Still, Rocco thought it over, adding a hum to his thinking. Then, after staring Terence in the eyes, flips the beer bottle over, saying, "Let's see what you can do, Cowboy. And remember, we have a gun pointed at some innocent boys over here!"
Neither Terence nor Seth connected, with opinion of being on the same page. As for the rest, Terence made like he didn't care for any of them. In a way he did though. Since he 'fell for' Seth, he's sensed something blooming within himself which has remained hidden deep inside for ages. Along with Seth, Terence did care for the welfare of the others. He set himself up to be a hero among the wolves, exclaiming as he stood in front of the helpless motorcycle dude, getting used to having the beer bottle in his hand, "This is gonna be so fuckin' hot!"
He hoped he was leaving an impression which would stir Rocco's loins up, Terence saying to the guy with the full nelson hold, "Can you hold him any tighter? Really put a stretch to those abs?"
"Oh fuck yeah!" The restrainer said as if readying to eat a juicy steak, reaffirming his grip with his elbows under the dude's pits, strengthening his hold of both hands behind his neck, with intentions of the Harley-dude's feet barely touching the floor.
"One second there," Rocco says, crossing the floor to the corner safe, telling the old man, "Last chance before this dude caves your nephew's stomach in, 'Uncle Bob'?"
Unknown to everyone, but perhaps the old man's nephew, the store-cafe owner's life savings sat behind the iron wall of the safe. Too, nobody would have even come close to guessing of their past relationship, Philip Bosley, whom lived with his Uncle Bob. Thrown out in the middle of his college career, after informing his uncle of him being gay, he hooked up with Gregg LeFerve over a year ago. Philip was returning home for one last chance of trying to see eye to eye over his gay issue. In the middle of their heated discussion, the 'Volvo gang' entered the place.
Uncle Bob put his hand to the dial on the safe, withdrew it an inch, looked up at Philip, sagging in the lurch of his restrainer's bondage, head falling to his chest. Too, he viewed Terence, very intimidating in his role, as if working over one of his cave-victims. "Alright. You win," Uncle Bob says, turning the dial.
The door of the safe opening, Rocco slaps Uncle Bob to the side. "Oh fuckin' yeah... have we got ourselves a bankful of loot here, boys!"
Terence figured he would bide his time. Perhaps this 'was' the time, with the guy holding 'Phillip', looking over Terence's shoulder, the gunman relaxing his hold on the gun, pointing at a sack of flour instead one of the two with Seth. Too, he notices the one known as 'nephew', falling out of his stiff, full nelson position.
Instantly he formulates a plan. With haste, he reaches out, grabs at the leather jacket, pulling harshly on it, towards himself.
"Hey! What tha fu...."
The two, the 'nephew' half of the equation, connect at chest, Terence hauling away so he is plastered up against his left shoulder. Throwing his right hand forwards, Terence smacks the bottom of the beer bottle deep into the goon's midsection.
"What tha?" The gunman yells out, like lightning, pointing the barrel of the gun at Terence, which in essence, if fired would put a hole in the 'nephew's' back.
To the rescue, Seth sinks down against the wall, picks up both feet and slams his soles against the side of the gunman's leg.
Throwing him entirely off balance, a bullet hits the ceiling.
With one of the suspects down, apparently not able to endure even one gut punch to the stomach, Terence, the 'nephew' still in his left hand, approaches him with haste and with brute force, throws him up against the wall, his chest pinning him to a shelf loaded with painting supplies. "Oh shit!" Terence yells out when the force causes three gallons of paint to topple off the top shelf. He does a fast check, making sure Seth is out of danger.
Seeing Terence's concern, Seth calls out, "I'm fine! Save yourself!"
But it's more than Terence he is saving, hauling himself and the 'nephew' out of harm's way before the gunman gets bonked on the head.
Meanwhile, at the safe, Rocco had some bundles in his hand. He drops some from his right hand, sticks his hand inside his jacket and retrieves his gun.
With Rocco in plain sight, Uncle Bob jumps into action, the fifty-something year old tackling him.
Two shots firing, the scuffle has stopped, not only because of the disturbing sounds, but the other two culprits are out of commission.
Terence finds himself clutching Uncle Bob's nephew in both arms. If it were any other scene, it may have been pictured as Terence and a lover exchanging warm affection. But this being a crime scene, Terence really braced the young man from falling to the floor. Plus, the sounds of gunfire made everyone virtually stop dead in their actions.
The back drop of the store-cafe remained silent for a moment. Commandeering the scene, Terence lay the 'nephew' down on the wooden floor gently, being attentive to Uncle Bob and the safe robber.
They didn't move, which meant only one thing. Not caring about Rocco, Terence sped to Uncle Bob's assitance. He rolled him over on his back, cradling the man's neck in his arm, while surveying the damage. His chest was a mess of blood and coming around for a short duration of seconds, Uncle Bob made Terence promise to take care of his nephew!
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Copyright 2010 T. Chase McPhee
`Lucrative Mining Operation' may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.
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