teen2b slow)(28/56)
The following is a pure work of fiction and is the property of the author.
If you are looking to get off quick, read something else. This story is presented in serial form and you'll read a lot of background, before you get any mindblowing sex scenes.
If you are bothered by same sex relationships, read no farther. This is a story about the interaction of males with each other in a fanciful setting. It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story.
Thanks to those who are encouraging me to continue with the presentation of this series.
I have not acknowledged e-mails, instead using my time to write. I do appreciate hearing from you. Hope that you continue to enjoy. LJB
To Fulfill a Prophesy
Section 28
Ted - Sunday night
There was a long, reading table in the library with chairs on each side of it. We decided to talk to Kevin sitting at the table. Dean sat at the head of the table, Davey and I were on one side and Jason, Kevin and Dale were on the other. The chairs at the sides of the table were slanted, so they were angled toward the head of the table. When Kevin followed Dale into the room, he looked around and when he spied Davey his eyes opened wide, but he didn't say anything. Dale brought him over to the table and indicated to him where to sit. Everyone was surprised at how big Kevin was and how matured he looked.
"Kevin," Dean addressed him, "I am Benton McAdams, this is Ted Tanner, the Chief of Security and his son, David. You have already met Dale and Jason." Kevin looked at each person across the table as they were introduced, but stopped and stared at Davey.
"I know you, don't I ?" Kevin asked Davey. Davey nodded. "I know that I know you, but I can't quite think of where from, but I know you really well." Davey nodded again.
"We'd like to know how you came to be here with us, Kevin." Dean interrupted his thoughts about Davey..
"Yeah, I'll bet you would." Kevin snapped at him. Dale leaned forward and clipped him sharply on the back of his head.
"Ouch !" Kevin yelped and hung his head.
"You don't speak to me in that manner and you don't speak to your seniors like that either." Dale told him sternly, "Is that understood ?"
"Yes, Sir." he answered. "I'm sorry, Sir." he said to Dean. "My parents and my big brother were killed in a car accident about a month ago. They were the only family I had. The state put me in a home for teenagers. It was okay, but I had a dream......That's where I know you from." he stared at Davey. "You were in my dream. You've been in a lot of my dreams." He slumped down in his chair shaking his head in disbelief. Dale touched him on the arm and he straightened up and focused back to Dean. "I don't believe this. How is it possible ?"
"We don't know how it's possible, but you are right, he has been in your dreams." Dean assured him.
"He's always been there and helped me when I've been in trouble." Kevin told them. "It was him who told me how to get here and when I fell asleep last night..."
"I said you were safe now and we would meet soon." Davey completed his sentence. "I had the same dream last night." Everyone sat silently for a few minutes, slowly absorbing what was happening. "We will be able to talk later, but for now my Dad and Uncle Dean need to find out some details, so they can arrange for you to stay here, with us."
The rest of the interview, Kevin told us about his trip to find us. Davey told him in his dreams he belonged with us and he would guide him. Each night, Kevin would receive instructions from his dream Davey, about where to go and what to do the next day. Davey told him the colour and type of vehicles to accept rides from and some to avoid, that would be dangerous. Kevin followed his instructions precisely and each night, found shelter for sleep and people, who would give him a meal, just as he had been told. When he arrived at the `castle' last night, he was given instructions how to come in and where to go, but he could not remember now what they were. He had no memory of what happened after he first saw the estate and hid his backpack, until the security officers awakened him, sleeping on Davey's bed this morning. He said the security men had not been mean to him, they just wouldn't let him do anything at all.
Dale recalled, at that point and informed me, he and I had an appointment tomorrow morning with the two officers he had suspended this afternoon over their care of Kevin. I was pleased to see our new Captain was not going to be shy about exercising his judgment, when he felt something needed to be done.
Kevin told us the things we needed to know to get the legal process underway to arrange for him to stay. Just as we finished our questions, with his usual precise timing, Mr. Chen appeared with Jamie and Denny. All were promptly introduced to Kevin and just as those introductions were finished, Anson and Digger came in. Digger was in the usual stupor of someone seeing the `castle' for the first time and Anson was enjoying seeing it in someone else. As we were all together, we went to the Dining Room.
Dale - Monday morning
Dinner was excellent as usual. I guess it was as close to meat loaf as you were about to see coming out of our chef's kitchen. It was tasty and the side dishes were nice, if you didn't ask what they were, before you had eaten them. I never would have tried the puree of spinach, if I had known. Kevin sat between Denny and me and his manners were appropriate for the occasion. He glanced and checked with me often to make sure he was meeting my standards. He was trying very hard to impress me, which was the result of the way I had handled him while he was getting cleaned up and reprimanding him in the interview. When I had clipped him in the Library, I though there might be a problem, but no one even batted an eye. I should have known when Ted said it was left to me, it would be. Kevin tried to talk with me several times and although I was polite, as he knew I expected him to be, I kept a distance between us. After dinner and dessert, Mr. Chen offered to take us up to show us where Kevin's room would be. Kevin became quite concerned and agitated.
"Why can't I stay where you took me this afternoon ?" he wanted to know. I explained to him those rooms were Jason's and mine. "It's a big place, couldn't I stay there with you ?" I told him I didn't think that could work, Jason and I were use to living with just the two of us. "How about the room I slept in last night. There were two beds in there." I told him the room belonged to Davey and Denny. I could see he was close to panicking, so I suggested we just go and see what Mr. Chen was suggesting and then we could talk about it. He nodded and seemed to settle a little.
Mr. Chen led us to a room, which was the opposite way down the second floor side corridor from Anson's room. It had a big, double bed in it and all the facilities the other boys' rooms had. It was very nice. Kevin took a look around and came back over to me.
"It's a long way away from you." he pointed out. I agreed and pointed out the phone and paging system and how he could reach any of us easily. I could see he was waging an internal battle over whether to tell me something, or not.
"Dale, the worst part of getting here was being alone. I have slept in my brother's room since I was born and in his bed, since I was 8. At the state facility, there were at least three beds in every room. I don't think I can manage by myself."
Davey's words, "Kevin will need you. You must remember no matter how he appears, he is really still a boy and needs you, even when he doesn't know it. He has a lot of hurt he is trying to deal with and you and Jason can help him master it.", kept running through my mind. I looked over at Jason, but he didn't seem to have any ideas.
"Let's sit down and talk about this." I said to both of them. We went over to the lounge area in his room and sat. Jason and I were thinking and Kevin watched us expectantly. "We can't move to other quarters, because we are strategically located for access to the upstairs and observation room. That eliminates a suite with two bedrooms."
"Why can't I just sleep with you guys ?" Kevin asked. I didn't think he could be that young and protected.
"Jason and I are a couple, Kevin." I told him. "Do you know what that means ?" He nodded. "Explain it to me ?" I asked, unsure he really knew.
"You two are lovers." he said. "You live together, sleep together and make love together." I told him he was right and couples did not usually have a young boy sleeping with them. He hung his head and was very quiet for several minutes. We did not interrupt his thoughts.
"I need to explain something to you." he told us. "My parents were quite old and in failing health when I was born. They were 55. They were quite old, even when my brother, Mark was born. He was 10 years older than me. My brother raised me. He changed my diapers, fed me, bathed me, cared for me and loved me. I belonged to him, in every way you can imagine. When I moved into Mark's bed at age 8, I was his. He was my Master and I did his bidding. Don't get me wrong, he loved me and never treated me severely and I loved him." Tears started rolling down his cheeks.
"Come here." I beckoned him softly. He came to me and knelt down beside me. Placing his head on my chest and wrapping his arms around my waist, he started to cry. I stroked his hair and rubbed his back while he released some of the sorrow he had stored within him. Jason came over and kneeling beside the boy, took over stroking his back while I continued to run my fingers through his hair. We just let him cry, draining some of the rage and loss, with which he kept trying to deal. After about 15 minutes, he had slowed to a stop and sat back on his heels.
"I've been so afraid." he told us. "When you came to get me is the first time I've felt safe since Mark died, except when I was with Tim." I took notice of this new name. "I understood the demands you made of me and I knew what to do. When you smacked me, I nearly cried. It's exactly what would have happened, if my brother had been sitting beside me and again I understood. I really need to be with you, both of you, for awhile, until I can learn how to manage without Mark always being there."
"I think we should tell Ted, Kevin will be staying with us for awhile." Jason told me.
"Jase, you really need to think about this." I warned him. "You have never had to share me and you won't like doing it."
"I really don't want to be the cause of any problem between the two of you." Kevin said. "I will try really hard not to be in your way."
"I can manage." Jason assured me. "It's the right thing to do and it may help me learn a little more about the domination you exert, over all your conquests." I was pretty sure he was kidding me, but I wasn't positive. "Besides, it will make it much easier for me and Kev to raid your closet, for new things for him to wear."
Just then my pager button went off and I asked Jason to see what was needed. He dialed in and listened for a moment. Then he came back over to us.
"That was Anson." he announced. "Everyone has decided to go swimming and they want us to come along. I'm game if you two are."
"What do you think, Kevin ?" I asked. "I should warn you we swim without any bathing suits."
"I think that's the first time you called me `Kevin'," he smiled, his mood having changed substantially, "and I can hardly wait to see all you prime hunks naked. Let's go."
"Oh, god," Jason sighed, "we got another one." Off we went. As we walked through the corridors, Kevin seemed for the first time to take notice of the plush surroundings. We walked slower this time allowing him time to look into some of the rooms which we passed. When we reached the indoor pool, his eyes were really big. I wasn't sure whether it was the pool and its facilities, or the male bodies splashing around in the pool.
We led him into the locker room and started to undress. As our clothing was hung on the wall hooks beside everyone else's clothes, I realized from the look on Kevin's face I was not fulfilling his expectations of my dominant role. He had immediately undressed as soon as he saw where to hang his clothing and now stood close to me with his head bowed. Jason noticed his actions and had a puzzled look on his face. Having unbuttoned my shirt, I removed it and dropped it on the floor. Kevin immediately picked it up and hung it on a hook. Jason's eyes widened and he looked at me with total disbelief on his face. Having received an indication his assistance would be accepted, Kevin knelt at my feet and untied my shoe laces. He held each shoe on the floor as I stepped out of it and he then placed them in the shoe rack.
Jason watched this and I could see the wheels turning in his head. He casually lifted his shirt off the hook he had previously hung it on and pretended to drop it on the floor while looking the other way. It was ignored by Kevin. He patiently waited for the pair of pants I was removing, taking them from my hands and hanging them carefully so they would not fall. I pretended to just notice Jason's shirt had fallen on the floor and I snapped my fingers while pointing to it. Kevin immediately reached over and picked it up, then returned it to Jason, without looking at him. Jason thanked him and gave me a dirty look. I removed my boxers and reaching over, hung them on the hook myself.
"Boy," I said, "come over here." Kevin came over to me and stood in front of me with his head bowed. I looked his body over carefully. He thought I was inspecting my new possession, a ritual which he expected. In fact, I was looking to see if he had any welts, scars, bruises or any noticeable markings. "Turn around." I instructed him. Jason was also checking over the young man's body, but I wasn't so sure he was looking for the same things I was. I noted a small tattoo on Kevin's left rear flank, just below the hip joint.
"What's this ?" I asked, touching the mark. Kevin shivered when I touched him.
"That's my brother's mark." he told me. "All who served him had his mark there."
"How many slaves did your brother have ?" I wanted to know. Jason had become very interested in our conversation.
"It changed every so often." Kevin answered. "He had as many as six at one time, but usually it was three, counting me. He was much harsher with them than he was with me. He never used any of the toys on me and I was only spanked, never whipped or beaten." I had noted his skin was flawless and there was no indication it had ever been lacerated.
"Being spanked can be pretty painful." I commented. "How often did it happen ?"
"I was only spanked when I'd misbehaved, or not followed instructions." he responded. "It was pretty severe, but Mark could tell the difference between when I was really crying and when I was just trying to get him to end it."
"So Mark was always fair to you." I said.
"Yeah, he was fair." Kevin replied with a quiver in his voice.
I gave him a light smack on the butt and told him to go swim with the others. He turned his head to me and flashed me a quick smile. Then he took off and was in the pool in no time, swimming and frolicking with the others. Jason and I went over to where Ted was leaning against the edge of the pool, watching the boys play. I filled him in on what had happened since we left the Dining Room, some of my observations and Kevin's reference to a `Tim' was mentioned, because it may prove a tool we could use. I told him I intended to take Kevin in with Jason and myself for a while. He nodded, giving tacit approval.
"You need to realize," I explained to him, "first I must allow him to become dependent on me to relieve him of his dependence on his brother, Mark. Then he has to be weaned from his dependence on me, to relying on and trusting others, but being dependent only on himself. There will be sexual activity involved in some of this."
"I told you before," Ted reaffirmed to me, "I have total confidence in your judgment on this, as I do on everything you undertake. You do what you decide is necessary. Do you have any other concerns ?"
"My only real concern right now is what this is going to do to Jason's and my relationship." I told him honestly. "Jason thinks he can accept the interaction with Kevin, but I don't believe he knows how intense these things can get."
"I just got my first little taste in the dressing room," Jason answered, "and I can handle whatever comes along. You just do what you have to and I will try to stay out of your way, but if you need me, I'm there for you."
"If you find yourself feeling any different than that," Ted said to Jason, "I want you to find me and no matter how busy I might seem, or what the circumstances, talk to me. This is a priority and I am available to either of you, anytime, day or night. Do you understand ?"
We both acknowledged what he had said and thanked him. We were just about to break up our talk, when we were diluged with ten or fifteen soft volleyballs hurled at us from all directions. Apparently it was war. Ted, Jason and myself against everyone else. We grabbed as many balls as we could and started hurling them back at everyone. It soon digressed into hand to hand combat, as we were attacked and attempts to dunk us were undertaken. We took aggressive action and I found I had Davey riding my back like a backpack and Jamie diving down trying to pull my feet out from under me. This war went on for quite a while and I noticed Kevin actively on the attack against Ted and Jason, but he would not attack me. This stood to reason, as he would see that as being an act of disrespect. Jason handled him well and I was pleased to see his attacks against Jason were not excessive, as they might have been if he saw Jason as a rival, or competition.
When the tussle was ending, I came up behind Kevin and wrapped my arms around him. He struggled momentarily, until he realized who it was and then all resistance ceased. He leaned back into me, so the hold I had on him became more like a hug. He just rested in my arms and I allowed him this privilege. Denny paddled over to us and held his arms out. Kevin wasn't sure what to do and asked me if he could pick him up. I told him he could do whatever he wanted to do, so he picked the younger boy up. Denny wrapped his arms around both our necks and held on. He then asked both of us, if we would take him up to bed. Kevin wasn't sure what to do, but I said we would. I told Ted where we were headed and he nodded his approval. Denny hugged and kissed his Dad and yelled `good night' to everyone.
After rinsing off the pool water in the showers, I wrapped Denny in a big towel and he stayed warm while Kevin and I dried and dressed. I told Kevin to take his time dressing, that I would dress myself, so we were both done at about the same time. I carried Denny, wrapped in his towel, up to his bedroom and Kevin followed along. Denny went about putting on his pajamas and brushing his teeth and then he popped into bed.
"Kevin, will you read me my story chapter, tonight ?" Denny requested. "I get a chapter every night and I haven't had any while we were away." He handed Kevin a book with a marker stuck in it at the right point.
Kevin sat on the bed next to him and opened the book. He read the chapter smoothly, with no hesitations or errors. When he had finished reading, Kevin replace the marker at the new location and placed the book back on the night stand where Denny had gotten it. Denny thanked him.
"There are some books in our bookcase you might like to take with you." Denny said to Kevin. "They are over there." Kevin went over and looked at the shelf the boy had pointed to. He picked up three books from the shelf.
"These look interesting." he told Denny. "I'll bring them back when I finish them." Denny smiled and nodded. I tucked Denny in and kissed him on his forehead. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a big hug.
"I love you, Dale." he said. Kevin and I told him `good night' and we left, closing the door behind us.