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The Reluctant Slave
The Life and Times of Brad Cahill - Pleasure Slave
- Evan Morgan -- A Reversal of Fortunes
(From the Private Diary of Evan Morgan)
He lies next to me sleeping peacefully. I look down on his handsome face and I feel my heart fill with joy. To me he is everything. He is my life, my love, my very being.
Since I brought him home, I have had to do a lot of soul searching. I nearly went insane when I realised how hurt he was, how badly damaged his mind and body were. But he was home with me now, and to a point, that should have been all that mattered.
But as I surveyed the horrible wreckage Noel had inflicted upon all these innocent people, on all my friends, I turned my head away from compassion and sort a vengeance that would nearly cost me my soul.
As Brad lay there seriously ill in hospital, and then at home in my bed, I stood next to him every waking moment of the day, not moving, just waiting patiently for him to wake up. I watched his wounds and bruises fade away and all the horrible scars covering his body I had surgically removed as he slept in his deep coma. In time, when he woke up, the skin on his body and face would be as smooth as the day he was born.
But as I stood there waiting, my mind was in turmoil. Instantly I resolved to have any person who'd ever raised a finger against Brad utterly destroyed.
As I've stated earlier, I'd already started the process many months before. Upon viewing a number of private DVD discs that had been hidden away in Noel's bedroom, I came across footage of my brother's month long gang-bang, just before he'd handed Brad over to me.
Also, I came across the footage of Sean's and Justin's rape at the hands of the law enforcement officers who'd raided the Cahill residence that very first night they'd all been enslaved. On top of that, I also came across recorded footage of what they were subjected to while incarcerated at the state-owned `Regional Slave Induction and Training Facility'.
It was enough for me to begin legal proceedings on Brad's behalf against every one of them.
Steve Newby and Trevor Drummond were currently being held in a prison awaiting sentencing, along with every one of their family members.
Jessie Franklin had already been convicted and sentenced to a lifetime of slavery, and was currently serving out his time in a sleazy male slave brothel, somewhere on the east coast. His friends Mitch Ryan, Simon Dexter and Devon Willard had also been convicted and were now waiting to be sentenced.
As for Richard Summers, Craig Jessop and Marcus Fielding, their families were fighting for their very existence against the formidable resources I'd thrown against them.
Craig and Marcus were already in custody, along with every one of their siblings, while Jessie and Richard had done a runner to try and escape my wrath.
I must admit one of the happier times for me at the time I was desperately searching for Noel and Brad was when Daniel Maddox turned up on my doorstep unannounced, frightened and begging me to leave his family alone.
Of course I invited him in, got Monet to make him a coffee, and sat there listening as he asked my forgiveness for anything he might have done against me. I was astounded. He went on to say everyone back home were under the impression I was after anyone who'd done me any personal harm.
I shook my head in wonder and letting him rattle on pathetically, I inserted the DVD which showed what he'd done to Brad in crystal clear high resolution color.
As I clicked the on button, I smiled as I heard his voice taper off as he watched himself fucking Brad as hard as he could, while slamming punches into Brad's unprotected battered and bloodied face.
"You were his best friend, weren't you?" I asked as he stared in horror at what he was doing. Then he started stuttering, his eyes flickering back and forth between my face and the large TV monitor screen, unable to say a word.
"Well Daniel! What you see up there is exactly what's going to happen to you, to your father and mother, and to any brother or sister you might have, and then I'm going to have you all castrated. You see, Brad's my best friend, and what Noel did to him was illegal. And just so you know, Brad happened to be 100% straight. Noel told you a pack of lies and you and all your friends raped my friend in the most vicious way possible, and then laughed it off as some sort of guy thing. Well, I'm here to see that justice is done! You can go now!" I said quietly, and the look on his face one of pure terror.
I watched him stand up on quivering legs, his face completely white. And then before I knew what he was doing, he came back and knelt before me, his head hanging down. I could see he was crying, and his chest was heaving.
"Please don't do this, please Evan. I've got three brothers younger than me! I'll do whatever you want, but please leave my family alone, please Evan!" he sobbed, the fear in his distraught face so palpable it made me smile sadistically.
"Do you see that young slave up on the TV screen there Daniel? Yes, that's the one! That's Brad youngest brother Justin. And I can see you had a wonderful time fucking the shit out of him. Oh well. Hopefully we'll all learn from our mistakes, won't we Daniel?" I said, all pious and glaring down at him as Daniel saw himself sliding his cock in and out of young Justin's mouth.
"I didn't know. Honest! I thought he was a slave. I wouldn't have done it otherwise. Please Evan I'll do whatever you want if you leave my brothers and my family alone! I'm begging you Evan!" he said staring up at me.
And I believed him. Slowly I stood up and moved until I was staring down at him.
"Okay Daniel. I'll leave your brothers and your family alone, but on one condition. When you leave here and get back home, I want you to go to the nearest Slave Enforcement office and voluntarily register yourself for lifetime indentured service." I said as I glared into his horrified face.
"On the day you do this, you will call me. When I arrive, and I see that you're there, I will then personally buy you and move you to a safe place. And when I eventually find Brad, I'll leave it up to him to decide your fate. He'll either let you go or sell you to someone who I guarantee will not be very nice to you. Now get out of here!" I shouted. I watched as he scampered out the front door.
To my surprise, I got a call from the slave authorities two days later, enquiring whether I was interested in purchasing a new slave who used to go by the name of Daniel Maddox. Instantly I bought him, and for the first time since I'd smuggled Brad, Sean, Justin, August and Monet out of the state, I went home for a visit.
One thing for sure is I definitely didn't like being inside a slave facility compound. This was my first time and the whole place reeked of despair and hopelessness. The slave enforcement officers were extremely brutal, and the entire management of the centre seemed to condone severe punishment of slaves as an acceptable social necessity.
I saw the cells the slaves slept in, the horrible grayish porridge-like muck that served as food and the extreme exercise routines each slave was required to do three times a day regardless of the fact they were all micro-chipped.
Wherever I turned, there would always be a slave on his knees sucking off a staff member, or in more isolated areas of the compound, I could hear slaves being anally penetrated by zealous officers who seem to take it on themselves to treat the slaves as animals.
Finally I was brought to a small cell which housed Daniel. As soon as he saw me, he assumed the traditional mandatory slave position, with his head bowed low with his chin on his chest, his hands behind his back and his legs wide apart as he thrust his groin out to me for inspection. His penis was fully erect, and he seemed to be trying not to cry in despair as he stood there.
"So you did it. I'm actually rather proud of you Daniel. As promised, I've purchased you so you are now mine, and I've also halted all legal suits against your family. Your brothers are all safe now, you don't have to worry." I said softly, even kindly.
"Guards, I want him showered and made ready to leave with me now!" I stated, and then made my way to the visitor's waiting rooms.
Once he was delivered to me, I considered my next move, which was really quite daunting when I thought about it. We were now on our way to my parent's family estate, and I steeled myself against what I expected would be an explosive confrontation.
But I was in for a pleasant surprise. My father came rushing out and hugged me close to him and stared down into my face with pride beaming from his eyes. I was in shock, but as I looked behind him, I could see my dear mother smiling back at me, and she gave me one of those cheeky winks she always did when she wanted to make me laugh.
I couldn't believe it! Then I realised Daniel was standing behind me in the slave position. This is why I'd come here.
I hugged my parents once again and then excused myself, promising to meet them in the family study in 15 minutes, and with Daniel following close behind me, I made my way to my old bedroom.
It was strange to stand in my room and realised nothing had been touched since I'd left. For some sentimental reason, my parents had banned all staff and slaves from entering my room, maybe on the off-chance I might come home one day.
And here I stood. Again I turned my attention to my new slave and gesturing him forward, I indicated he should stand directly in front of me. In his slave position, I had to admit he was quite nice to look at.
"You've got a nice compact smooth hairless body Daniel! I'm quite sure you'd be a sexual dynamo in the sack!" I watched him shake uncontrollably as my words reached him.
"Now why don't you turn around, bent over and pull your arse cheeks apart. I want to take a look at your vagina!" I said firmly, smiling to myself as I saw him cringe at how I referred to his arsehole. Quickly obeying me, I looked upon his red raw, very sore looking anus before I told him to turn back around.
"How many times did they use you Daniel?" I asked him quietly.
"Master, ever since I signed the papers and they led me to be processed, Master!" he said sadly. As I looked into his face I realised he was on the verge of crying.
"That's not what I ask you? How many times did they fuck you Daniel?" I asked again. Quickly he answered me, suddenly frightened by the tone in my voice.
"Master, about 30 times, Master!" he stated, keeping his eyes lowered.
"And how many blow jobs have you given since you registered yourself as a slave?" I asked slowly, my voice level yet firm.
"Master, about 50, Master!" he replied.
"How long have you been there, I mean, what day did you sign in and what time?" I asked him.
"Master, I've been there since 7am yesterday morning. As soon as I signed the legal papers, I was immediately taken to be micro-chipped and then straight through for processing, Master!" he answered me in fear, wondering why I was asking him all these questions.
To me, the questions were all relevant to Brad and his brothers. As I tried to calculate the abuse Daniel had suffered in this short period of time, I could only imagine what it was like for the Cahill brothers.
Standing up I went over to an old bureau I used to store old clothes and digging around inside, I threw a pair of underwear, long baggy shorts and an oversized t-shirt at Daniel.
"Here, put these on. I'll not have you present yourself to my parents with your dick standing to attention. Besides, they know you and your family very well, and I know it would be far too embarrassing for them to see you all horned up all the time." I said, as I picked up the micro-chip manual I been given and flicked through its pages.
"Ah, here we go. `Main Command Over-ride, disengage power unit 2770-423'! Well, that should do it. Daniel, look at me now." I said as I looked up at Daniel's confused face.
"Punishment Level 1, proceed!" I said. Daniel squawked and whimpered, cringing away from me, but nothing happened.
"Pleasure Level 3, proceed!" I stated firmly. Again nothing happened, and as Daniel looked at me in utter confusion, I realised he no longer had an erection as he quickly slid the underwear and baggy pants up over his hips.
"Daniel, you'll be staying in here from now on, or at least until I find Brad. You will consider this room as your room and look after it like you would in your own home. You can use anything in here, watch the LCD TV, play any movies you want, any online games, but keep it clean at all times!" I said.
"Most importantly, you will continue to go to school and study, and you can go out and be with your friends whenever you want, assuming you have any left that is. You will abide by my parents house rules and be back in this house when they tell you to be home."
"If they agree, you may be allowed to spend some nights and weekends with your own brothers and parents, but only if both our parents agree. And under no circumstances are you to tell anyone you are a slave, do you understand me?" I finished.
Daniel just stood there looking at me dumbfounded. He looked around the room and then back at me.
"Master, I... I don't..." he stammered.
"Daniel, you will never call me Master ever again! My name is Evan. So start using it as you used to!" I added.
And to my surprise Daniel did something that made tears well up in my eyes. Quickly he dropped down on his knees directly in front of me, and then laid the side of his face on my lap.
"Oh Evan, I'm so sorry for what I've done to Brad. I know I deserve to be punished for how much I hurt him. Please, I'd do anything you want to make up for it!" Daniel cried in heart rending sobs that echoed through my old bedroom.
"It's not me you should be asking forgiveness from. And don't worry, you'll definitely get your chance to apologise to Brad after I've found him. For the moment though, you'll do what I say and enjoy my parents company. But if you piss them off, I promise I'll reset your micro-chip and you'll rue the day you were ever born, understand?" I said sternly, even though I was gently patting his hair.
"Yes Evan, I'll do as you say!" he said with conviction and as I helped him back up onto his feet, he suddenly grabbed me and gave me a big hug.
Needless to say my parents were absolutely fine with this arrangement. Eventually they would be caring for another 12 young teenage guys who had the courage to front up to me and do the same thing Daniel did.
What I didn't tell anyone, was I'd actually bought them in Brad's name, so when I found him, he could decide their fate himself. I don't know why I did this but it seemed Brad might one day need to face up to some of those who'd caused him great pain and hardship.
Of course, the day finally came round to when I'd finally tracked Noel down, and I knew he wouldn't escape me this time.
Getting Brad home became my highest priority, and it took four days to eventually get him back to New Holland Mercy Hospital. As I always did, I paid for the finest specialists and physicians to take care of him, with 24 hour nursing care and security. There was no way I was going to lose him again.
And this time I made a decision that I knew angered Brad's brothers and his parents to such an extent I actually thought they might have packed up, moved away and taken Brad with them. At the time, I didn't care, because it seemed the right decision to make then.
The decision was I didn't inform them when I brought Brad back with me, and I kept his whereabouts secret.
Brad's condition was extremely critical, and I didn't want them seeing how he was at that moment. By the time I'd gotten him to the hospital, I needed to know if he was going to die, and only then would I have notified them that I'd found him and they should hurry to see him straight away.
But I was informed he was going to make it, so it was important he first got over his delirium, where he was begging me to go get Noel for him, or pleading with me to take him to Noel.
In fact, all he talked about as he ranted and raved in his delirious state was his need to be with Noel at all times, that Noel had to be there to look after him. I just didn't want Sam and Joan Cahill to see their eldest son in such a terrible state, and definitely didn't want his brothers to see him in this state either.
And so I stayed with him all the time, speaking softly to him, reassuring him he was now safe. By the end of the second week, he'd finally drifted into a deep sleep that terrified me, but I was advised by the large medical team this was normal, that Brad's body and mind was working overtime to heal themselves.
But I'll never forget the morning he woke up finally, his face looking refreshed and youthfully handsome as usual, and he stared up into my eyes. Slowly he'd lifted his hand so he could touch my face, and as tears spilled down my cheeks, he smiled a smile that nearly knocked me off my feet.
"Thank you, Evan. Thank you so very much for saving me, my handsome young prince!" he said ever so softly as he gazed into my weeping eyes. And before I know it, I was ever so gently, tenderly kissing him on his lips. As I raised my head, I watched as he closed his blue eyes, lowered his hand and fell peacefully back into a deep sleep that lasted about 24 hours.
Again I stayed where I was, at times sitting down and nodding off as I held his warm hand, or just standing there as I kept vigil over him. Finally as the sun rose that morning and I listened with joy to his steady breathing, I picked up my mobile and rang Sam Cahill and Sean.
I admit I was exhausted by the time they turned up, and all I wanted to do was go back to my bed and sleep. But I had one more thing to do before I finally took a much needed rest.
Noel had been kept in solitary confinement ever since he'd been released from the prison hospital. For some reason I just needed to see him, to try and understand why he had done all this. I also knew he probably couldn't answer me, because I don't believe he really knew himself.
And so I turned up at the prison's visitors' rooms, and watched as they brought him in.
He looked nothing like my brother at all. He was so skinny, and he was having trouble walking as they pushed him roughly forward. All of a sudden I began worrying he'd fall over dead before his trial. His hair had been shaved down to a number one, and his face was gaunt and dark hollows ringed both his eyes.
When he saw me, he stopped for a second, and then dropped his eyes to the floor, unable to look me in the face as he stumbled and lowered his thin frame into a plastic seat opposite me. All he could do was cast casual glances up at me, looking me over.
"Jeez, I can't believe it... It's so good to see you Evan. How have you been? How are father and mother? I don't usually get any visitors you know. I mean, who wants to meet the..." His voice trailed off as he seemed to go deep into his own shattered mind. I could see he was suffering immensely, that somehow what he'd done just might finally be catching up with him.
"You're looking really good little bro. It really is so good seeing you..." He looked up at me, his eyes full of fear and his body was trembling uncontrollably.
And that's when I asked him.
"Why? Why did you do all this to Brad, Noel?" I asked him, tears rolling down my cheeks as I stared across at him.
I watched his lower lip trembling as he finally looked up at me, and as I watched the tears spill from his eyes he answered me, and I knew then he was telling me the truth.
"Because I love him... Because he makes me feel like I'm a real man!"
All I can do is stare back at Noel. It was unbelievable! How would he know what love was, but I could see in his eyes he really believed he loved Brad.
It is too much for me. I tell him he's warped, he's concept of love is evil. But he looks at me, as if pleading with me, and I know now he's hurting in a way I don't think I'll ever understand.
"Do you hate me Evan? Will you ever be able to forgive me?" The question shocks me, and I can see he is really scared asking it. His eyes are looking at me, so sad and deep.
And that's when I hurt him even more. I reject him then and there, as I will never understand how he hurt the one person who went out of his way to treat me like a friend.
But what I didn't expect was the sudden mournful howl of pure sadness and despair that rushes from his lungs as he drops his head and sobs there openly in front of me. I am stunned and I suddenly want desperately to go over and hug him and tell him everything will be alright.
But I don't. I just sit there for a second as I watch my big brother sob and then he starts apologising to me. And again I know he is sincere.
I find myself standing at the exit door ready to leave all too soon, unable to take any more. But I do the one thing I hope will mean something to Noel, I tell him Brad is fine and he will recover in time.
That's when I take my leave, but I don't go home, I go straight back to the hospital to see Brad. My mind is spinning and I know if I look upon his face, everything will be okay.
Within a week, Brad was released from the hospital and placed in my care. His parents were still pretty miffed off with me and to a smaller degree so were his brothers, but eventually Brad resolved the issue by choosing to come home with me.
I was so ecstatic, unable to believe he was up and around, and he was with me. My heart was overflowing with a love I'd never experienced before, and all I could do was get in the way of Brad no matter where he went. I couldn't help myself. I needed to be there for him, to make sure I was on hand no matter what.
Finally he took my hands in his and lifting them to his lips and kissed them. I nearly fainted! We were the living room of the executive apartment in the Le Grand Hotel, and when he led me to my bedroom, I stumbled after him as if I were floating on air.
What can I say? It was absolutely beautiful the way he made love to me, and how he opened himself up to me. I was very conscious of needing to be very gentle and tender when he opened his legs and allowed me to slide my erect cock up into his tight anus, and he was very careful and slow when he pushed his huge penis up my tight opening.
That night I shared myself with him and instantly declared my unconditional love for him. As he rode me for the third time, staring me in the eyes as I wrapped my legs around his waist and tightened them to keep him locked to me, I told him I would love him for as long as he would have me.
And as he reared up and ejaculated deep inside me, he said the words that would live with me until my dying days.
"Evan, I love you with all my heart, my wonderful brave hero!" he gasped as he stared into my eyes and I felt the last trickles of his sperm spurt deep up into me.
For the next few days all we did was stay in bed, and then finally it was time to prepare ourselves for when we attended Noel's trial.
I hadn't told Brad about my visit to see my brother. In fact, I'd been trying very hard to forget about it all together. And as it was, all I'd eventually ended up telling him was Noel was being looked after and he was in very good hands.
But the main issue for us now was for Brad to be ready to testify on behalf of the federal prosecution. I still wanted Noel either locked away or enslaved, and I didn't care which. For me it was important that Brad was able to finally put this horrible nightmare behind him so he could get on and start really living his life to the fullest.
It was strange to see how hesitant Brad became as the big day drew closer. My lawyers were trying to get him to be more relaxed, guaranteeing him that Noel would never see freedom again, and if we were lucky, he'd probably be sold to some unknown country and that would be the end to it.
Brad didn't seem happy with those conversations and would immediately get up and slam the door behind him as he left us staring in his wake in complete and utter confusion. That's when one of my lawyers said Brad could be suffering a severe case of `Stockholm Syndrome', where a kidnap victim starts to identify and sympathise with his captor.
Again, it's funny when I think back to that time, because I'd considered that as a serious issue we might need to address prior to Noel's trial, but after I'd gone and seen him, I knew deep down it wasn't that, or more truthfully, it was just a small part of Brad's problem.
That night, the evening before the trial, I waited for Brad to come back from the gym where he spent a lot of time when he needed to be alone. I now knew I needed to know the true of how he really felt about Noel, as I'd been putting it off for ages.
I watched him as he came through the front door and then stripped off on his way to the shower. In a way, I thanked him silently for making a mess, because Monet loved cleaning up after us.
As soon as he'd showered and dried himself, he came over to me and cuddled me close to his body. And that's when I asked him.
"Brad? I need to ask you a question. Do you love Noel?" as soon as I said it, I'd instantly wished I'd bitten my tongue off and choked on it instead. I mean, what did I expect him to answer?
"Of course I do, Evan. I thought you knew that." He said so matter-of-fact.
"I don't understand. How can you love someone who did all those terrible things to you and your family? I just don't get it?" I said, and he could see I was jealous, that I was upset.
"I don't understand it all myself Evan. And I know what he did was terribly wrong. But I saw a part of him where he showed his real `self' to me, where even though he was all mixed up, he really did love me in his own way." Brad said to me gently.
"And in my own way, well, I love him. Oh, he tried to look after me, and believe me when I tell you it nearly got him killed a few times. Did you know he got stabbed three times and shot twice trying to save me? And on three occasions he nearly called you to come down and get me, because he knew he was failing me. It broke his heart when you finally came knocking on the door, but I know he was so proud of you for having tracked him down." He continued.
"You were the only person he was prepared to lose to, what with that huge stubborn ego of his. And you did win Evan. You beat him and you won me." Brad said kindly and suddenly I was in tears, burying my face into his big smooth chest.
The next day we were all nervous. Brad because he was expected to testify against Noel, and me because suddenly I didn't seem to see my brother as the huge monstrous ogre I thought he was. Also, I was starting to think maybe I'd been terrible wrong in not being there to support him, regardless of what he'd done. I mean, he was still my brother and he was all alone now.
But when I saw him in court, I nearly screamed blue murder.
I was livid, angrier than I'd been in a long time. Noel was in an even worse condition than the last time I'd seen him. He was coughing up blood and appeared to be disorientated most times. And even though they'd showered and shaved him, I could see he was terribly ill.
I could see his mind was still functioning though, because as the court proceedings commenced, he answered the relevant questions regarding his guilt and his understanding of the case against him. But he refused to look back at us or even acknowledge our even being there. But I watched him carefully when Brad got up in the witness box and how Noel tentatively glanced up a few times to look at him, before he buried his head in his arms and sobbed silently to himself.
I was stunned. I sat there watching Noel, completely broken and shattered and I realised I'd abandoned my own brother. I know what he did was heinous, but I was his own flesh and blood and I'd shown him no compassion whatsoever.
He'd been caught and would suffer the full weight of the law thrown against him, and all I could do was hate him even more.
That afternoon I walked out of that courthouse and went for a walk by myself to try and collect my thoughts.
Brad was tired and restless. He tried to spend more time down at his favourite gym, but his mind wasn't with it. Finally he came back and confronted me.
"You told me he was okay, Evan! Well, he doesn't look okay to me one bit. What's going on? You know his dying don't you Evan? Is that what you really want?" he said to me, his voice rising with anger.
"Of course I don't! I never planned for any of this. It's not my fault. I mean, I didn't know he was that sick! Oh God, I didn't know?" I answered softly, my heart breaking as I watched Brad standing there so hurt.
"Well you better think of something Evan, because they're going to crucify him tomorrow, and then it'll be all over except the funeral!" Brad said as he went into our bedroom and closed the door behind him.
I stood there stunned. More importantly, I was thinking how stupid I was that I hadn't considered this outcome earlier. But then I knew what I had to do. For the first time I think I smiled and went straight over to make a phone call to one of my lawyers.
The next day in court was pretty much what we'd all expected. Noel was convicted for the unlawful and illegal practice of enslaving innocent persons, and for bribing state officials in public positions to assist in enslaving innocent persons.
He was to be taken straight back to his cell to await his immediate sentencing before the judge, who would now hear applications from slave merchants and traders who might be interested in purchasing Noel.
As was most common, the meeting was held in the Judge's chambers. As I entered, staying close to the door, I noticed my lawyers were also present, as well as three other persons who appeared to be representatives of anonymous buyers.
Immediately my lawyer put forward a huge bid, which the Judge's adjudicator logged accordingly. From there a flurry of bids were put forward. Immediately two of the bidders dropped out as the amount rose beyond their authorised amount. This left my lawyers and one single anonymous bidder left to battle it out.
What was more amazing was the bidding climbed to a figure unheard of in the history of slave auctions, and now I was starting to get really pissed off with whoever was bidding against me.
But the moment it topped $5 million, my lawyer raised it to $5.250 million, the other bidder dropped off, and the Judge immediately awarded Noel to my representatives.
Was there ever a time that I thought I might have lucked out? Never! Because I would have spent my entire fortune to secure ownership of Noel, just to keep him out of the hands of any other slave trader.
But I must admit to being absolutely exhausted. Quickly I exited and hurried back to Brad who appeared distraught and was on his mobile frantically phoning around. When he saw me, I could see tears pouring down his cheeks, and I found myself frightened for him, not knowing what the problem could be.
"I lost him, Evan! Someone came in with more than me and I lost him!" he said in the saddest tone I'd ever heard in his voice.
And then it all fell into place. He was the mystery bidder. Oh for fuck sake!
Suddenly I broke out laughing, unable to contain myself, and as he looked at me as if I'd gone insane, I took his hand and motioned for him to follow me.
Once again I stood there in the prison visitor's room, but this time I had Brad with me. He was still confused as to what we were doing here, asking me repeatedly if I'd organised for him to see Noel for the last time before he was trucked off to his new owner.
But whatever excitement I felt, or however smug I might have been, it all vanished as Noel was escorted on unsteady stumbling legs into the room.
There stood Noel before us, my big brother, completely naked, trying to assume the traditional mandatory slave position as he wobbled there, his head bowed low with his chin resting his chest, his hands behind his back and his legs wide apart, and his groin thrust as far forward as he move his hips.
But what shattered my composure was how thin he was. His ribs showed through his chest, his arms and legs were really just flesh hanging on bone, the sharp outlines of his pelvic bones showed through the skin of his hips.
The only thing that seemed to have any physical strength and health about it was his uncircumcised penis, which jutted out from his now hairless crotch in the most obscene way.
Before I could react, Brad had rushed forward and pushed the two laughing smirking prison officers away from Noel and carefully wrapped his arms around Noel's emaciated naked body, helping him to stay upright. I had rushed forward too, taking off my long leather coat and given it to Brad to wrap around Noel.
And Noel, as if in a daze, was looking at Brad as if he were a figment of his imagination.
"Is that really you Brad? Am I dreaming? Have you come to see me one last time? Thank you Brad, I really appreciate it, you know?" Noel said, his chest shuddering with pain as he tried to breathe, his eyelids flickering as he tried to keep them open.
"And Evan, you're here too? Can you ever forgive me? I really am so sorry bro! I'm so sorry I turned out to be such a big disappointment to you!" he stammered, his breathing laboured as he looked at each of our faces, trying to smile.
"They tell me I'm to be taken from here to be castrated and have my tongue removed. Apparently they don't use anesthetic. Well, if this isn't just another hallucination I'm having, I'm glad it's you two who will hear my last words." Noel said, coughing violently as he tried to laugh and make light of his predicament.
And then he looked up into Brad's face, he eyes softened and he began to cry, a soft mewling sound that wrenched our hearts as Brad held him tightly.
"Oh Brad, how much I love you! And I never saw it coming. I hope one day you can forgive me for the way I treated you!" Noel half whispered as he lost consciousness and went limp in Brad's arms.
Immediately I felt for a pulse in his wrist and detecting it, I looked up into Brad's horrified tear-filled eyes.
"Listen to me Brad! His alive, but just barely, so we have to get him to a hospital straight away. Also, the person you bid against today was me. As such we own him now, so hurry the fuck up and carry him to our car. I don't know how bad he is, so let's get a move on!" I said as quickly as I could, pulling on his arm to follow me.
Brad didn't care. He'd heard the part I'd said about him still being alive, about us owning him and to hurry up. The next thing he was tearing ahead of me, but he didn't stop at our limo, he raced off in the direction of the hospital two blocks away carrying Noel in his big cradling arms with me racing after them, trying to keep up.
8.1 Noel Morgan - A Strange Forgiveness
(Compiled from the Confidential Testimonies of Noel Morgan)
It's been nine weeks now, and I'm still stuck in this fucking bed. They won't let me up and whenever I complain, they just laugh in my face and tell me to get over it.
I can't even play hard-ball with them anymore either. If I even try to boss them around, or get uppity with them, they just look at me somberly and shake their heads in a no-no kind of way.
When they do that, I usually shut up straight away, because I really don't want to upset them.
But I admit I look up to them both. Brad, because I still love him dearly, though no-one understands how I can say that, and Evan, because he's my little brother and he spent over $5 mil of his own money to keep me from being sent away to what definitely would have been my death.
I got to say, it was hard to adjust to their ways though. I always thought my brother was a fag, I mean gay, because he always seemed so shy and meek and all. And Brad, well, I just knew. But I don't talk to them about it, because I know I'm probably the reason for the way they turned out, and for them eventually getting together.
Anyhow, I've come to accept their relationship, them living and sleeping together, and I feel okay about it now. It still hurts sometimes when I'm lying awake at night and I can hear them being all loving in their bedroom, but I reckon that's part of my punishment too.
And to be honest, it's not all that bad now. Before though, I found it really hard at first, because I was still really sick and I always considered Brad was mine.
I know. You all must think I'm off my rocker, probably thinking I'm in denial about my sexuality. Maybe I am a queer? And true, I only ever think about one guy right now, and I probably will for the rest of my life.
All I ever really wanted from the beginning was for Brad to be my fag, and I know if I'd been given enough time, I would have loved him forever. But that's not how things worked out is it?
But when it comes to them sharing their lives together, well, I can be a man about it and admit I'm just so very jealous. Also, I'll probably always be jealous, because they seem so happy together, something that I'd always wanted to create for me and Brad in my own heavy handed way.
Oh well, I get to go out in my new wheel chair later this week. They promised if I was really good, stopped pestering them and bitching about everything, they'd take me for a stroll outside, where I'll actually get to see some real sunlight for the first time in nine weeks.
Yes, I love them both. How can I not? I remember how I woke up the day after Brad had rushed me to the hospital from the federal hospital. Brad was sitting in a chair next to my bed, holding onto my right hand firmly, his head slumped forward and the side of his face resting next to my hip, fast asleep. On the other side was Evan, and he too was asleep in a chair, holding on to my other hand.
At first I didn't know what was happening. I even thought I was having the most wonderful dream, or I'd actually died and gone somewhere astral-like. I mean, the whole hospital room I was in was painted vivid white so it sure made me wonder.
But then my past memories kicked in, and I found myself staring down into Brad's handsome sleeping face. I couldn't help it when the tears filled my eyes and I started to cry softly. Instantly both Brad and Evan woke up, and seeing I was now awake, they jostled around me, making sure I was comfortable.
When I tried to speak to them, I found no sound would come out of my mouth and suddenly my lungs began aching as I tried to push myself up. Immense pain instantly filled my head and my body, and I found myself struggling desperately to breathe properly.
"Noel, you have to relax and not move around." Evan said as he looked down on my grimacing face. Brad was frantically punching at a button, trying to get the attention of the hospital staff.
"Brad, would you please sit down, you're upsetting Noel!" Evan said, his voice full of concern and rising a bit in irritation.
"Noel, you're going to be okay. You're suffering from a combination of pneumonia and bronchial lung infection. The doctors are treating you and say you'll be fine, but you have to rest up." Evan said softly. Brad had sat down in his chair and was holding my hand again, watching me carefully with distress written all over his face. Also, I could see they weren't telling me everything, that they were keeping something back from me.
But at that moment, I didn't seem to mind anymore. Not at that exact particular moment in time. Not about the extreme pain I was suffering, not about what was actually wrong with me.
Because I finally realised this wasn't a dream at all. Here was Brad watching over me. He was really here!
I was stunned. I wanted to reach up and touch and caress his handsome sad face but my hands wouldn't move. So all I could do was stare up into his face, and hope he could see how happy I was to see him, and how very, very sorry I was.
Again the tears began, and I saw him reach down with a thin tissue paper and tenderly wipe the moisture from under my eyes.
"I'm here Noel. I'm not going anywhere, so rest up for me, will you?" he said to me, a big smile on his face as he gently squeezed my hand to reassure me. And before I knew it, I'd closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep.
"How long has it been? Two weeks? Okay, you can bring him slowly out of his induced coma. His brain should have had time to recover, and the recent CAT scans relating to his stroke and heart attack should allow us to see how bad his condition is." The voice said as I drifted in between consciousness and unconsciousness.
When I opened my eyes, it was once again to see Brad sitting there next to me holding my hand.
"Hi there, sleepy." he said as he smiled down at me, and for the first time since I'd met him, I smiled up into his face with as much affection and love as I could muster. The reaction from him shocked me as he lowered his head and rested it next to mine.
"I've missed you Brad." I tried to say to him, and found I could only whisper a short breath of air with my words on it, words which escaped from the corner of my mouth. Even saying the very words exhausted me, but I could see he'd heard me.
"Me too Noel, I've missed you. Now don't speak because you're still healing and we want you to get better soon." Brad said as I lay there looking up at him.
"What's happened to me? Why can't I...?" I tried to ask, suddenly scared because nearly the entire left side of my face and body was completely numb and I couldn't move a muscle.
Brad looked up over me and I saw Evan looking back at him, shaking his head from side to side.
Now that was scary! And as I watched Evan look down at me with a big sad smile on his face, I figured the news about my health was going to be real bad.
"Noel, the doctor will be back in a few seconds. He's going to give you a quick once over and let us know if it's okay to take you home with us." Evan said.
Of course, within an hour I'd found out just how sick I was, as well as the fact I wouldn't be getting much better any time soon.
That really made me ponder my life, and what I'd done to end up like this! I was only 20, and I'd suffered a massive heart-attack, a stroke and my lungs were damaged. On top of that, my kidneys had packed it in and my liver wasn't functioning properly anymore.
It was all the result of the time I'd been with Brad down in the south, and then the regular beatings I got when I was in solitary confinement within the federal prison.
None of the medical staff could believe I was still alive, and it was still expected I'd not last long, maybe a few months if I was lucky.
From what I learnt, not many people were that worried about me when they found out I was seriously ill. Most were actually happy and some I heard were even now celebrating my imminent death.
As I lay there, all I could think about was how pathetic my life had been. And always my thoughts turned to Brad and what I'd done to him,
And then I started wondering. Why was Brad here? Suddenly it didn't make sense. I had done some terrible things to him and his entire family, yet he sat next to me everyday and held onto my hand, willing me to get better.
When Brad had first turned up at high school and I'd first seen him, I'd hated him with a passion. All I'd wanted to do was destroy him and his entire family. But something happened that I couldn't understand and the next thing I knew is that I've fallen in love with him and I was fighting for his very life.
That's when I fell into a deep depression. Memories of what I'd done to Brad kept filtering up into my mind, a constant reminder of the pain I had caused him and others. Before I knew it, I was somehow pulling the drips out of my arms, wanting so much to end it all.
It felt right that it should end this way, and as I fell into a deep blackness that seemed to swallow up every fibre of my being, I heard myself faintly whispering Brad's name over and over again.
To me it was funny to wake up feeling so rested and relaxed, yet feeling really pissed off that I was still alive. I remember chuckling to myself as I woke up to find I'd once again failed at doing something as trivial as this, of ridding the world of a despised criminal monster and slave.
But to my surprise, as I felt the tears gather in my eyes, I felt someone's large warm body lying next to me in my bed. Big muscular arms were draped over me, hugging me tightly. At first I was confused as I realised I wasn't in the hospital anymore either. I was in what appeared to be a really large nice room, overflowing with flowers.
A huge LCD TV was built into the wall opposite me which I could easily see, the bed I was lying in was huge, the sheets covering me smelt fresh and clean, and a large beautifully crafted crystal light hung from the ceiling.
And then I watched in astonishment as Brad lifted his head and smiled at me.
"Welcome home stranger. Evan and I are your new roomies, so we'll be caring for you from now on. And if you ever pull another stupid stunt like you did in the hospital, we'll have to take your pocket-money away from you for at least two weeks." He said softly, a wide grin on his handsome face.
"Why are you doing this for me? You should hate me? All of you should? I don't understand?" I whimpered, still unable to move and stammering out of the side of my mouth. Again I was weeping, and I could hardly see him as he drew his body closer to mine.
"Noel, you were a cunt, a horrible person who nearly destroyed everything I love. But you also saved my life down there in the south on a number of occasions." Brad said calmly.
"Also, I really do love you. Not because of the terrible things you did to me, or to my family, but because I saw that side of you no-one else has ever seen before. You nearly died for me, twice, and I know you even killed for me as well. And then you went without food for so long to make sure I was fed and got some medication." He continued.
"To me, you will always be a part of my life now and forever. Also, you're my slave too, and I need to make sure you're well looked after. You might not know this, but you cost Evan a small fortune, and then he gave you to me straight away!" he chuckled in a tender kind of way.
"But you're not well anymore, Noel, so I want to be here to look after you until you get all better. Evan and I are going to take shifts, so we can keep an eye on you, 24 hours a day." he added, smiling down at my exasperated confused expression.
"It doesn't matter why Noel! Just enjoy the pampering and we'll all try to get you better again, okay?" he finished, and as I watched him, he dragged his body up even closer to mine and lay down with his head resting lightly on my chest.
What could I say? I was shocked, stunned! Here he was, being so kind and tender. I could hardly breathe because it still made no sense. I remember finally breathing in and smelling his blond hair, how clean it was and seeing how it shone in the soft light of the room I lay in.
"I'm so very sorry, Brad. Can you ever, ever forgive me?" I said in a half whisper, and I readied myself for his negative response.
"Noel, I forgave you ages ago. I forgave you when you showed how much you really did love me. So no more being sad at yourself anymore, please?" Brad said as he lifted his head up and looked deeply into my eyes.
I fell asleep and woke up to the smell of real food wafting through my room. Instantly my mouth began to water as I felt my stomach rumble. As I looked over towards the door, I watched as Brad and Evan walked in, carrying three large dinner plates.
"We're eating in here from now on. Time we started acting like a family once more." Evan said happily as he sat down on the bed next to me and started to cut up my food.
Again, all I could do was watch them in a daze as they laughed and joked, ate and fed me, acting as if this was a normal thing to be done every day.
Needless to say this became a daily routine for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and as I got better and a small amount of feeling came back into the left side of my body, we began to make arrangements for when I could finally get out of my bed.
In a way, I never was able to understand how Brad could so easily forgive me, but that's maybe because he's genuinely a lovely sincere guy, who is more a man than I ever was, or ever will be.
The truth of my situation is I will never walk properly again without crutches, and I only have partial muscle control over a third of my body. When they told me this, I took it for what it meant to me, and that was this was all part of my punishment for all the terrible things I'd done.
And then Brad and Evan came in one day and told me about their relationship.
At first I just stared at them and then I was crying, and before I knew what was happening to me, I found I was howling inconsolably in despair. I know I had no right to feel so distraught whatsoever, but I just couldn't believe that I'd finally lost Brad, and to my little brother.
I know that's what I'd originally planned all along, but that was before I fell in love with Brad.
Also, now I would have to live under their roof and know they were fucking each other every night. I just couldn't believe I would have to lie here and there was nothing I could do.
But what hurt even more was I knew I would only ever be able to look at Brad from now on and never be able to touch him ever again.
They were frantically trying to calm me down, as I'd somehow managed to knock over my drip stand and torn some of the butterfly needles from my arm. Blood was spraying everywhere.
Evan was weeping and Brad was nearly hysterical as they both held me close to them tightly, not allowing me to move at all.
Somehow, I must have cried myself into an exhausted sleep. I awoke and knew it must have been late that evening, and I found myself once more looking up into Brad's concerned face.
Straight away I started crying again as I remembered that he and Evan were now a couple, but in that instance, I also knew once again I had no right to demand anything from them at all. I knew they owed me nothing, but I owed them everything.
As I sniffled back the tears, I tried to smile up at Brad and tell him I was alright, that I was just shocked, being stupid and childish, that's all. I wanted him to know I was actually really happy for them both, and I wished them all the happiness in the world for their future.
Brad just smiled down at me, and then he did something that shook my very world.
He stood up and started taking his clothes off very slowly in front of me. I watched him in stunned silence as he dropped his trousers and then his underwear, unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off.
Naked, he stood there before me in the traditional mandatory slave position, his legs wide apart as he stood there before me, his hands behind his back and his groin thrust out as far as he could. His thick long penis was rock-hard and quivering, and his smooth hairless balls dangling low between his thick muscular inner thighs.
There before me stood my beautiful naked Adonis just as I remembered him from months before. When I looked into his face he was smiling, and then he quickly moved forward and crawled under the sheets to cuddle up next to me.
"Oh Noel, you don't ever have to be jealous of Evan and me. I told you I love you, and I wasn't just mouthing off. I've never forgotten what you did to save me from those terrible men down south, and I'll always be here for you. I still find it hard to believe you got stabbed three times and also took two bullets and were still able to get me safely away each time." He said softly as he planted soft tender kisses all over my face.
"And don't worry about Evan either. He knows what the score is, and that you are a vital part of my life. In fact Noel, you're a very important part of his life too. Believe it or not, he's very proud of you. When I told him what you did to protect me, to save me, he demanded we look after you from now on." Brad added as he gently rubbed himself up against my limp unmoving body.
"I was going to wait until you were a lot better before jumping in the sack with you, but maybe now's as good a time as any." he added mischievously.
I couldn't look away from his handsome face as he gently touched me all over. Although my body was damaged internally and I couldn't move a muscle, I still found my dick was able to respond to his caresses.
And that's when I asked him.
"Brad, I'm dying aren't I? That's why you're being so kind to me?" I asked, knowing the truth before he answered.
At first Brad just stared down at me as if I'd hit him with a crowbar across the back of his head, but then he smiled sadly, and tears came to his eyes.
"Yes Noel, you are. The doctors give you a few months more. But it isn't why I'm being kind to you Noel. I want to be here with you right now because I do love you. I need to know my man is being looked after and being cared for, so that's why I'm here, Noel." Brad said so sincerely that my eyes began to fill with tears once again.
And as he smiled down at me, Brad moved ever so carefully, exploring my naked hairless body, making sure not to squash me or hurt me in any way. And as he took my throbbing cock all the way into his mouth, sucking me off as gently as he could, I thanked him and told him once again just how much I truly loved him.
To Be Continued...
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